Every time someone characterises William Frankenstein as a brat I lose a little more of my will to live
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theo and liam always getting paired together in 6b during episodes where all of the other storylines focus on couples going through stuff together is so funny because when you look at it, the only episode where they really get split up is genotype, which is one of the rare episodes where scott ISNāT paired with malia (because heās with liam) and mason isnāt with corey (because heās with theo) aka the canon love interests. like these episodes were cutting from shit like scalia almost dying together to thiam having intimate conversations about how liam processes emotions and morey saying i love you to thiam swearing that neither of them are dying for each other š just very amusing to me. theo raeken: the accidental love interest.
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sometimes I think about steve winchell and I start tearing up. not because heās super sad but because it should be illegal to write characters that funny. I donāt even know what to diagnose him with I think heās just like that
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spike chunsoft continues to take away the cunt from dgr and reduce it to a soulless husk of questionable anatomy and ugly outfits
i know what i was expecting going in dr but seeing all my girls get reduced to waifu bait. seeing it i can feel a dark energy growing in my heart
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last cap comparison but this panel is always so good to me because a) dark's absolutely evil anime villain face b) daisuke's dialogue talking about how dark's always there for him to completely offset that and c) dark's grip
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THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READERšš¦
HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER
prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistakeļæ¼
āQuack?ā You were literally trying to water the hotelās flowers when you forgot about exterminationā¦.the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.
āShut your mouth short stuff.ā You heard a manās voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.
āJEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!ā Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories
As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. āAh! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.ā St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. āWelcome to your true home [reader]ā
The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little āhomeā sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and arenāt going crazy.
Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.
After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after youā¦(he wasnāt forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but heāll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.
āOh them? Hah! Theyāre probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.ā Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. āWant some?ā He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cutenessā¦
you're like a little baby..šššš
Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. āNever leave here. Okay?ā He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.
Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. āGood now letās watch this video I saw off of this human app called āTikTokāā
Lute didnāt know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like āquack?ā And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.
I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you donāt have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE āBITCH MOVE!āš
After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandereā¦)
The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.
I can see St.Peter visit you when he isnāt on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.
You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.
You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. Itās like your significant signature to others to have a good day.
Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.
Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.
Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.
Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. Sheād like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.
NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC āØš
You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they āratchetā place.
You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use toā¦.you hoped they were still doing okay down there.
MEANWHILE IN HELL: āOMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPEDā¦IM A BAD FRIENDDDā āHON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..ā āitās okay fat nuggets, theyāll come backā¦ā *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.
MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: āquack.ā You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. āHuh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down thereā¦theyāre fine without you.ā Adam says smirking knowing damn well they arenāt .
Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.
I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.
I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.
You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.
You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.
I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty
Say for example you fell and you couldnāt get up as youāre so rounded š LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACKš Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.
I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days š
You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.
At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.
As you sleptā¦Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a āfuck youā letter to Adam. Donāt even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.
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Alastor X Reader Headcanons
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ļøRomantic
āļøPlatonic
TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches
Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that
Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way
But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights
Regardless of how powerful you are
I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass
Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass
Unless of course you ask him to
He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do
THE POINT IS-
It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards
You can take a damn walk by yourself
You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband
So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you
But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it
Fucking holy weapons
That's new
Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess
*spits out blood*
Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there
He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???
Oh they're so fucked
So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you
And you do look pretty
Keep your damn hands off
Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you
If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner
Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news
Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??
BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!
But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-
Makes this face:
Oh he's getting his wife back
RIP Angel's phone š
He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried
"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"
Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down
It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about
On the inside he is VERY ANGRY
Even if they do bring you back he still eats them
Fuck them he never promised them anything
They took and HURT HIS WIFE
If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten
Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house
Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all
But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes š not merely playing with his food
Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works š
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Damn this is really doing it for me
Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating
"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"
He begs to differ
"Anything for you, my dear."
Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile
Le kiss
Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage
Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm
"Now let's get you home, my darling~"
Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you
You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!
You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together
Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again
Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him
He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too
Don't remind him
Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it
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The recruits bully octo baby š
I feel like since the baby looks like kƶnig, itās there way of making fun of kƶnig without being throttled
Like on the off days that reader is out and about with octo baby in her sling and here are all these buff men suddenly circling her and making fun of the baby.
āDamn thatās an ugly baby.ā
āImagine having to go through the pain of pregnancies only to have THAT thing come out of you.ā
āYou think thatās how the colonel looked like as a baby? No wonder he had to kidnap his wifeā
Theyāre all cackling to themselves as reader just scowls at them, hugging her baby close to her and power walking out of there. I can imagine octo baby looking over her shoulder, staring at them with his feelings hurt: š„ŗ
Yes! The monster society is literally built on valuing only strength and power, so the weird octobaby won't get any privileges even if it's the colonel's child. If anything, poor thing gets ridiculed even more - with how powerful his father is and how pathetic the octobaby are, it's impossible to escape crude jokes. You hate being around his recruits because of this - they are treating your child like its some crusty dusty ugly dog and not a precious baby that might have a bit of grotesquely mixed features of octopus and a human...you still love it!!
You actually stopped going out because of it - whenever you're walking around the base without Konig, it would only lead to soldiers discussing you and your life as a pet and how weird it must be to give birth to such ugly creature. Konig is surprised that you're more homebound now, since you were the one to whine and cry whenever he didn't want to let you go out...and now you ask him to just be in your nest?? With you?? Something is wrong, you look unhappy and angry all the time - and it would be normal if he was the reason for this, but no, he was actually on his best behavior lately.
You don't want to share what recruits are talking about because you think he would just take their side - he doesn't like the weird octobaby and you know this, so it's better to not even suggest he'd talk to them...but then you break down anyway because you're scared the octobaby is going to get hurt(( and Konig doesn't understand the issues at first, but then he hears all the stuff that the recruits have been telling you - and it's almost a direct attack at him, for insulting his mate and his baby. His soldiers are making you cry!! He couldn't care less about the baby, but he doesn't want his precious mate so sad.
Needless to say that some of the most loud recruits are not returning from patrols...and when you're strolling through the hallways now, no one dares to even look at you or the baby.
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OUR LITTLE DOVE
pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray
summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you arenāt.
warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal
word count: 3.0k
a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark š someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!
he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.
youād complained to lucy numerous times that you didnāt feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing heād be there, in the crowd. āsweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldnāt be here without him. you love me donāt you? so you need to learn to love him too, heās a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.ā she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.
you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing youād managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadnāt forgotten about you, nor lucy.
youād left to get a drink and youād came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.
Everyone's born as clean as a whistle
As fresh as a daisy
And not a bit crazy
Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing
she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.
As rough as a briar
Like walking through fire
This world, it's dark
This world, it's scary
lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?
I've taken some hits, so
No wonder I'm wary It's why
I need you
so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. youād hoped you wouldnāt miss a smile headed your way.
You're as pure as the driven snow
your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. youād always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.
your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.
hope could only get you so far.
your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldnāt? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but youād always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasnāt the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.
what on earth could you provide her with?
āy/n?ā it sure as hell wasnāt lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanusās reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!
your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. āwhat do you want? you wanna gloat?ā coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? āwhy would i gloat?ā you looked up at him annoyed, ārub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.ā coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.
āsweetheart.ā vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. āfuck off.ā
you didnāt see him coming. and you certainly didnāt expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. āyou of all people donāt get to talk to me like that. do you know who youāre talking to?ā you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldnāt handle an insult. wuss.
āwhat the hell is your- ow! problem!ā you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. āyou need to learn how to respect your superiors. if youāre nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesnāt it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.ā
but he didnāt want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who heād been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but heād teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. youād learn your place, by his side and lucyās, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl heād heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?
his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where heād grabbed you. āshh, let me help you.ā your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, āgood girl.ā he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.
āsweetie?ā lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.
was this your chance?
you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking youād bolted.
but you sure as hell werenāt getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.
your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she couldāve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.
even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?
āif you stop running now we wonāt be mad little dove!ā lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. āsheās right, we love you, we wonāt hurt you. unless we have to, donāt give us our reasons.ā
āshut up!ā you screamed. god, i know we havenāt talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe heād listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you shouldāve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you wouldāve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.
you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.
crack.
youād been found. you fucked up.
āour little dove, ever the sprinter.ā
his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucyās cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. āyou shouldāve listened before, we wouldāve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you canāt sit and think for a second can you?ā coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, āthatās okay, you wonāt be doing much thinking from now on. weāll be taking care of you, since you obviously canāt take care aā yourself baby.ā lucyās voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.
the prick in the side of your neck wasnāt painful, but their words were. āyouāre with us now, weāll take care of you, we promise.ā and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.
you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way theyād keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucyās voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.
āitās a bit early for katniss, even if itās one of her favourites.ā
āshe should eat something better.ā
ābetter? donāt go all capitol on me now corio.ā
he was smiling, you could tell.
ānever lucy gray. but sheāll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.ā
you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.
āalright, you go grab it and iāll stay here.ā
āwhy? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time itās me.ā
ānow who was her partner first? oh thatās right, me. youāre acting as if iām gonna pick her up and run away. if youāre that scared than weāll both go. take her with us.ā
coriolanusās head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. āgosh, doesnāt she look pretty?ā lucy asked, knowing the answer already. āso calm, i liked her better when she was crying.ā lucy hit him, ācoriolanus snow!ā he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.
ālittle dove.ā your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. āwe need to get some supplies okay?ā you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets sheād left out earlier on to dry. coriolanusās hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, āi told you iād make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when weāre in town i will never let you forget it. youāll know who you belong to every single day. maybe iāll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?ā
you shook your head violently as you began to cry, āyou donāt want that? didnāt think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. theyāll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucyās too nice, but donāt think for a second sheāll save you from me. youāre mine and if you try anything.ā he leaned in to whisper, āiāll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.ā his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but donāt you know? coriolanus snow doesnāt need a reason to do bad things.
coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then youād need lucyās attention and help. so you nodded. āwords sweetheart.ā you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.
āyes, iāll do what you say.ā he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.
āyāall ready to go?ā lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, āyes, yes we are.ā he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadnāt realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasnāt hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.
his, his, his.
with how obedient you were, he figured youād do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.
lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanusās hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucyās humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.
your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanusās missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.
donāt you remember? youād do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.
not with her in the way.
you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. sheād put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.
here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.
obsessed? madly in love? you couldnāt think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how sheād practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. sheād survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.
ādonāt forget what i said. donāt forget what you agreed to. you said youād do as i say, iām telling you to get up and follow me. weāre leaving district 12.ā your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, āiām going back, and youāre coming with me. donāt ask questions, just do as i say.ā
and you did.
when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege heād granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.
when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.
through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.
through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.
when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.
when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didnāt take you anyways, you did.
you had no idea why at this point.
for your family? who hadnāt reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.
for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didnāt make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.
you didnāt know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didnāt recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.
and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldnāt help but feel pity for baby number four.
maybe youād grow up and find love.
maybe iāll be able to take you all away from him.
maybe weāll heal.
you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldnāt shut up.
youāll always be his little dove.
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Need more of our yan slasher,he's so pookie,i wanna bite his cheeks (in a affectionate way) and cuddle with him until the end of times,he's such a cutie šš
Yandere! Slasher Pt.2
Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as āYouā
Pt. 1
After reading the message sent by Yandere! Slasher, everyone subconsciously looked at you. Never in your life did you want to go home more badly than you did right now. Why did you even decide to go to a party in the first place? You donāt even like people in general! You were definitely never going out to socialize with others after this. If only there were more booze around here you really didnāt want to handle this situation semi sober.
You: ā... What are you all looking at me for, they gave out a very vague description of someone. This could literally be anyone in this room with similar features to me.ā
The next minute the phone screen immediately lights up with a message.
Yandere! Slasher: āIām talking about you.ā
You: ā...ā
After a few more seconds of silence, you finally managed to suppress the fear and uneasiness in your heart. You took the phone from the person beside you and carefully looked back at the messages that were sent by Yandere! Slasher. Finally looking down at the text box you begin to slowly type a message.
You: āSorry, I donāt like guys with dark hair.ā
Yandere! Slasher: āI can always dye it.ā
You: āI donāt like your face.ā
Yandere! Slasher: āThereās always plastic surgeryā
You: āHow do I know that you're rich? What if youāre lying and actually not broke.ā
Yandere! Slasher: āIāll buy you whatever you want right now. I can even send you my credit card information if you decide to be with me.
Damn you were broke but not broke enough to allow yourself to be with some killer. If it werenāt for your morals you would have probably folded by now.
Yandere! Slasher: āWell itās not like you have a choice anyways. I plan on making you my spouse either way. You can either come with me willingly or I could take you by forceā¦. Well looks like youāre taking too long. I'll decide for you.ā
With that text message sent, you immediately began to feel queasy. You were struggling to keep your eyes wide open and your body was beginning to become very sluggish. Slowly but surely your senses were starting to stop and the last thing that you were able to hear were the sound of your peers screaming for help. With one last attempt to get out of your situation, you try to slowly crawl away. Only for your attempts to be interrupted when someone gently picks you up. āYouāre not going anywhere cutie.ā and with that you were now fully unconscious.
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The next morning you woke up with the worldās worst hangover in the world. Never in your life did you feel this fucked up and and groggy all at once. You begin to raise up your body but soon realize that your body was tightly restricted by some rope and you were wrapped in the arms of some guy. The immediate thought in your head was that this was, last night was either the kinkiest night of your life or some random weirdo had ended up kidnapping you. Due to your movements the man next to you begins to wake up and looks over to you with a smile on his face.
āCutie! Iām so glad youāre awake. We have so many things that we need to discuss right now! Iāve been thinking about the names of our future kids. Do you have any preferences? I donāt really mind what we name them but I want a lot of kids! Wait! Iām being so inconsiderate right now. I never even asked you if you wanted kids. If you donāt like them we can adopt as many pets as we physically can and weāā
As he was rambling it finally hit you. He was the fucking weirdo from the night before. You wanted to fucking die. Never in a million years did you think that youād have to deal with a serial killer and an extrovert at that. Maybe if you pretended to be deaf he would stop talking to you. You begin to look at him and begin to make gestures with your head and facial expressions to signify that you were deaf. Yandere! Slasher looks at you for a few minutes before laughing.
āSweetie, that's not going to work. Iāve been stalking you for the last couple of years. I know that youāre not deaf. Besides Iāve looked at your medical, you're perfectly healthy right now. Which reminds me, my precious little darling must be starving right now. Itās my job as your future husband to take care of you. Now wait right here for me.ā
With that he leaves you entrapped alone in the room. Although your eyes were still a little blurry you were still able to make out the contents of the room. Scanning the room, your eyes fell upon a glint of metal under a desk āa discarded tool left by neglect or chance. Adrenaline surged as you inched closer, your heart racing in synchrony with your movements. With trembling fingers, you grasped the tool, the cold touch sending a shiver down your spine.
Summoning every ounce of determination, you started sawing at the ropes, each movement a blend of agony and hope. The metallic smell of blood filled your nose as the sharp edges of the tool cut into your skin. With each passing second, the knots loosened, freedom within tantalizing reach. With one last rough movement you were able to be free of your binds. As you made your way towards the window. A creak soon shatters the silence and the door swings open. Revealing your kidnapper's looming silhouette.
āLook at you all covered in blood because I left the room. Did you really think I would leave the room without any monitors watching you? I was hoping that you wouldn't try to escape but I guess Iāll have to be training you from now on cutie. Guess Iāll have to punish you right now. Do me a favor and lay down wonāt you?ā
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*Shuffles in* HEWWWOO
I GOT ANOTHER (I'm so sorry) Alastor x Chubby!Reader š
(This might seem weird and so so strange but I swear it's not perverted and shouldn't be seen as such)
Magic is in hell, yeah??? SOOO what if Alastor tries to his dark voodoo sprinkle magic but IT BACKFIRES or something while he tries to fix that one wall in the show that keeps getting destroyed or helping charlie with something š¤ and he turns into A KID BUT A HUMAN KID BACK WHEN HE WAS ALIVE and everyone kinda justs bombards him with questions and comments (not Husk in the background smirking because Alastor is an asshole to him so he's planning all the ways he can get his revenge, Charlie freaking out, Angel cooing at his cuteness, vaggie cursing up a storm, niffty sulking because he's no longer a bad boy) and I would imagine that child Alastor is kinda like 'š„¹who are all these weird creatures, where am I, where's momma' ...š chaos ensues, Alastor just wants his momma so he's crying as loud as he can because 'I'm lost' (HES A MOMMAS BOY AND I FEEL AS A KID HE WAS INNOCENT AND SWEET) the hazbin hotel residents immediately try to calm him down but he only gets louder THEN LIKE AN ACTUAL ANGEL here comes reader back from shopping or waking up and is welcomed to all the commotion, and after making her presence known Alastor just sniffles at her, tears streaming down his face š¢ reader immediately going to tiny Alastor to help and tiny Alastor who thinks reader is a fairy? Angel?? Goddess?? Some warm welcoming figure that he's gonna marry (like playground kids sometimes do??) so he's calming when she goes to help him,' he's been kidnapped' looking back at the hazbin gang, more tears coming, reader immediately going into caretaker mode and cares for him throughout the whole ordeal, while Alastor gushes about his momma or talkinging readers ear off about anything and everything (Charlie figures out it only lasts all day somehow) so Alastor sticks with reader and helps her with her duties at the hotel, never leaving her side, at the end of the day before he goes to bed
Angel teases tiny Alastor about reader being his mommy que reader blushing and sputtering from reader only for Alastor to turn to Angel with disgust and determination on his face to proudly announce to Angel that reader is gonna be HIS WIFE INSTEAD only for husk to scoff in the background and says something about Alastor being a smiley freak or something for Alastor to doubt that reader will marry him, that thats never gonna happen, only for reader to kiss Alastor on the forehead and declare that that doesn't change anything because Alastor has always owned her heart, something sweet???? To reassure kid Alastor then reader takes Alastor to his hotel room to sleep, to later on in the night to sneak into readers bed because 'momma cuddles with me till I fall asleep', sleepy cuddles, soothing humming for child Alastor to ask before he falls asleep if reader really will marry him when he's older and Reader half asleep herself and full of love for the man he'll grow to be says yes, but to take her out first or get her flowers ya know???
When reader wakes the next morning to flowers surrounding her bed and her favorite breakfast presented to her with a bashful adult Alastor saying he's kept his side of the deal now its readers turn, readers faces lights up and smiles big enough to hurt her cheeks and they date and get married āŗļøš£
(I'm sorry it's a weird request and soooooo fucking long but .....please..)
A/N I literally love you and your requests. Hi. Also I am making her a rabbit again because I feel like that would be something that a kid would not find scary and would be very excited about as a demon form.
Mishap of Magic (Alastor x Chubby!Rabbit Demon!Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: Nothing except that Alastor is a little kid for most of this fic.
Word Count: 3,463
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It wasn't the first time it had happened to Alastor but, it had certainly been a while since the last time he'd had to deal with such an issue. Magic was a fickle thing, obstinate at the best of times. He had found a certain agreement of sorts with the metaphysical but, it still backfired on occasion.
Alastor had been trying to fix the wall -- the fucking wall. Somehow, every time there was an issue with the hotel, this same exterior wall was involved. It was inconceivable and deeply irritating, especially now that it had been the trigger. Alastor could feel the world shifting, feel himself shrinking and then, nothing.
"Uh, what the fuck?" Vaggie broke the silence, stress seeping into her voice.
"Oh my gosh! Vaggie!" Charlie exclaimed, grabbing onto her girlfriend's arm and shaking it violently, a bright smile lighting up her face, "He looks like a little kid!"
"Damn," Angel laughed lightly, "who woulda guessed the strawberry pimp was actually a cute at one point in time."
Alastor looked around in confusion. A tangle of limbs, wild creatures and bright colors. Husk smirked, trying to hold a derisive laugh at bay as he placed a bottle on the shelf of the bar.
"Charlie," Vaggie sighed, turning to her overexcited partner who at the moment was cooing over how small Alastor had become, "you do realize we have to change him back."
All the joy fell from Charlie's face in an instant.
"Hey, uh, little guy?" Pentious began, awkwardly advancing towards Alastor, "You wouldn't happen to know how we can fix this? I-"
"Stay away!"
His voice was small and shrill, panicked as Alastor backed away from Pentious' advancement. Sir Pentious stopped in his tracks and Charlie let go of Vaggie, coming up beside him.
"It's okay, Alastor." she said in a tone of voice that was trying very hard to be everything except for panicked, which is what it actually was, "He's not going to attack you.''
It became evident almost immediately that that had in fact been the wrong thing for Charlie to say. Alastor's eyes filled with sudden tears.
"Where... stay away from me!" he exclaimed, "My momma told me not to talk to strangers."
Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a glance and Charlie sighed.
"We're not strangers, we're you're friends. I am Charlie, that is Vaggie, Husk is in the bar, this is Angel, and here is Sir Pentious. Remember?"
"I don't know any of you scary things!" Alastor exclaimed, tears beginning to drip from his wide, wet eyes and roll down his cheeks, "I... I want my mommy. Where is my mommy?"
"Oh! No no no!" Charlie exclaimed, trying to reach a comforting hand out to the child but he backed away again.
"Where is my mama!" he yelled, now absolutely sobbing, "I want... I want..."
He sniffled, trying to catch his breath as he looked frantically around the room. Charlie turned to Vaggie, pulling at her hair.
"What do we do!" she asked her girlfriend who shrugged, as much at a loss of how to handle the situation as her partner was.
"Man, if I 'da known he was this cute and... and frail under that whole persona all along." Angel sighed wistfully, crossing his lower set of arms.
This time Husk really couldn't stop the laugh that left him. Before anyone could ask what was so funny, if he knew anything about what was going on, the doors to the hotel opened and Y/n waltzed in. Her arms were laden with bags and she wore a bright, sunny smile.
"Al!" she called out, closing the door gently behind her, "You'll never guess what I found at the market!"
"Um, Y/n?" Sir Pentious tentatively began, taking a step towards her as she turned to the group.
"Fresh strawberries!"
As her eyes fell on the scene before her, the smile fell from her face, replaced with an expression of alarm. The bags fell from her grasp, spilling groceries across the floor as she rushed to the young Alastor's side. His mouth was slightly open, tears still falling openly from his eyes, as she crouched before him. The white skirt of her dress pooled gently on the floor around her feet as she raised a handkerchief to his face, gently patting his cheeks with its edge.
"What on earth is going on?" she asked softly, her voice laced delicately with concern.
"Well, Alastor was fixing the wall and then he just... poofed? I don't know! We don't know what happened and we don't know how to fix it and he keeps asking for his mom and... and... and..." Charlie trailed off, looking around helplessly at her companions.
Y/n's gentle gaze never once left Alastor's. She smiled softly at him.
"I see, are you lost?"
Alastor nodded weakly, sniffing once.
"And there are all these big scary monsters around!" he told her.
"Ah, I see." Y/n sagely replied, "Am I a big scary monster too?"
She didn't mean it in any way except as an attempt to assess the situation further. Alastor's cheeks flushed slightly pink as he shook his head, looking away bashfully. Y/n smiled softly, turning his face gently back to her.
"Would you like to stay with me until we can figure out what is going on?"
The tears had stopped now and Alastor nodded enthusiastically. Y/n dabbed the last remains of saltwater from his cheeks, slipping the handkerchief into her pocket. In a single, swift and practiced motion, Y/n lifted Alastor up, resting him on her hip. His hands immediately went to one of her floppy ears, running his little hands over it in awe.
"Bunny." he stated and Y/n nodded.
"Yeah, I am just like a bunny, okay?"
Alastor met her eyes.
"You're pretty like a bunny too!" he announced proudly and Y/n felt her cheeks grow slightly warm.
"Ah, what a little charmer." she noted, tapping his nose lightly and Alastor giggled.
"How are you so good with him?" Angel asked and Y/n turned towards him as Alastor continued to fiddle with her ear.
"What do you mean?"
"He just kept crying when we were trying to help."
Y/n shrugged slightly.
"I was the oldest growing up. I always had to take care of my baby cousins and stuff like that. Besides, little kids are the sweetest a this age!"
Angel's eyes flicked between Y/n and her enthusiasm and little Alastor who seemed absolutely awestruck in her arms.
"Yeah." he scoffed, "That is all it is."
"Now, Alastor." Y/n hummed, turning to face the boy who immediately met her gaze, his earnest air only endearing her to him further, "I have some work to get done, I cook here at the hotel. Do you want to come help me?"
"Uh-huh." he nodded vigorously and Y/n smiled.
"Well, that's a relief cause, you know, I could really use your help."
"Really?"
Alastor's eyes lit up at the notion, that she needed him, that it wasn't just an empty offer.
"Yeah I could." Y/n confirmed, "How else am I supposed to know if the fruit is ripe or the meal is good if you don't try it for me first?"
Alastor giggled and Y/n turned, glancing at her bags still splayed out on the floor.
"Pen, can you help me with these?"
Immediately, the snake demon agreed, grabbing the fallen produce and placing it back into the bags before hoisting them onto his shoulders. The trio had made it about halfway across the lobby to the service door that lead to the kitchen when Y/n paused, looking back at Charlie over her shoulder.
"Charls, I'd quiz Husk about this if I were you." she advised gently, "He seems far too pleased at the situation to not know exactly what is going on."
The day sped by in a whirl of something akin to unbound joy. It was a peaceful reminder of the person she had been to take care of Alastor like this. They had always been close, he didn't own her soul or anything but Y/n and Alastor had been friends for years. When he had asked her to come help out at the hotel, she had jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him after so many years.
Despite their closeness, neither knew all too much about the other. There was always an unspoken barrier of sorts in the way. For Y/n, it was a mild attraction to the man. He was a moralist at heart with a strict code completely of his own he always stuck to and Y/n admired him for that. She wasn't sure what the disconnect was on Alastor's side but, in the moment, she didn't care. She had learned more about the man through this strange experience than she had ever hoped to, it was a gift.
It was his capacity for love, she realized as she lead him into the lobby to say his goodnights. Y/n had never realized how deeply Alastor cared about the people in his life or the world around him, he hid it so well as an adult. Child Alastor had no pretenses, he was completely and entirely himself with nothing held back. In a weird way, it almost strengthened the feelings she had for him as an adult, being allowed to experience him like this.
All day, he had trailed after her, doing his absolute best to complete every task she assigned him and talking all the while about how much he loved his home and his mom. It was sweet, it was endearing, it was verging on dangerous. Y/n tried not to think about it as she held his small hand.
The pair came to a stop by the bar where the rest of the hotel's residents were sharing a drink. Charlie had found out earlier from Husk that this change in Alastor should only last a day and Y/n found herself nearly morose at the idea. She loved Alastor as a man, respected him, but he lost that openness he had had as a child, she realized. It was a shame that come sunrise, she wouldn't be able to have such open communication with the man again, a shame that the only open communication she would ever have with him was when he was a child incapable of adult though. Y/n squeezed his hand gently.
"Let's say goodnight, okay?"
Alastor looked doubtfully up at Y/n, still put off by the rest of the gang.
"They're your friends, I promise. Would I lie to you?"
Alastor thought it over before shaking his head slightly. He turned to face the group.
"Good night." he announced, his voice trembling just the slightest bit.
"Good job." Y/n hummed and Alastor smiled in pride.
"Damn, is this how you guys always are?" Angel laughed, taking a sip from his drink, evidently already intoxicated, "I mean, I knew you were friends before you came here, but are you always such a mom to him?"
"No!" Y/n indignantly replied, her cheeks flushing slightly pink, "We're just friends."
"Nah," Angel smirked after a moment, "you're totally his mom."
Y/n opened her mouth to reply when Alastor let go of her hand, stepping in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"Y/n is not my mom." he insisted to Angel who raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, then what is she?" the spider demon asked and Y/n glared at him.
"Y/n is the prettiest ever and when I grow up she's gonna be my wife!" Alastor proudly announced, "She is nice and gives the best hugs."
Angel and Husk both broke out into peals of laughter.
"Like you could land a girl like her." Husk scoffed.
"What do you mean?" Alastor asked, his words slurring slightly together from exhaustion.
"Hate to break it to you kid, but when you grow up, your creepy ass could never."
Alastor frowned deeply at this remark. He looked back at Y/n, his eyes bleeding helplessness. She felt her heart crack and crouched down beside him. Tucking his hair behind his ears, Y/n placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Don't listen to Husk." she smiled gently at him, "You have always had a place in my heart."
Alastor's face lit up at this and he turned back to Husk. Taking Y/n's hand back in his, he stuck his tongue out at the cat demon who rolled his eyes in response.
Once up in Alastor's room, Y/n tucked him in to bed and told him a story. Alastor's sleepy eyes struggled to stay open and when she moved to leave, it took some convincing to make him let go of her arm. With promises she would see him first thing in the morning, Y/n let the door close gently behind her and let out a sigh. She had forgotten how much work kids could be, she was exhausted.
She had barley made it back to her room, barley crawled into bed, when there was a soft knock at her door. With a sigh, she threw the covers from her legs and walked to the door, opening it with an irritated expression which softened the moment she saw who stood on the other side.
"What's going on, honey?" she asked, crouching down to Alastor's level and cupping his cheek gently in her soft hand.
"I can't sleep." he bashfully replied, "Momma cuddles me until I fall asleep."
"I see." Y/n hummed, getting to her feet and stepping to the side so he could enter.
Alastor looked up at Y/n in doubt and she gave him a nod of encouragement. It was all he needed to rush into the room and jump up onto her bed, snuggling down into the pile of covers. Y/n watched him for a moment, smiling softly, before closing the door and joining him.
Immediately, Alastor wrapped himself in her arms, snuggling into her chest. Y/n was frozen for a moment in indecision, but tiredness prevailed and in her sleepy state, all that mattered was that it was Alastor. Her oldest friend, the one who had never failed her. She pulled him close, resting her chin on his head.
"You're so comfy." Alastor mumbled through a yawn and Y/n chuckled.
"Its because I know how to enjoy all that life and the afterlife has to offer." she hummed softly in response, her breath tickling the top of his head, "Most men would prefer someone who looks different than me but, luckily I am not existing for men."
The pair fell silent for a moment. Sleep pulled at the edges of Y/n's ears, dragging her eyelids down. She hummed a gentle tune, a lullaby she had long since forgotten the words to but that she could hear her own mother in.
"Well, those men are stupid." Alastor grumpily replied, maneuvering himself around in Y/n's grasp so he faced her, "You look like a fairy."
Y/n cracked her eyes open, ruffling Alastor's hair slightly.
"Why thank you, I do try." she smiled.
"And I meant it."
"Meant what?"
Her eyes were closed again, her voice dreamy.
"When I grow up, I am going to marry you."
"Oh, are you now."
"Yes." Alastor insisted, and in his insistence, through the shrillness of his childlike tone, Y/n could hear him as an adult, as the man she knew, "When I am grown up, I am going to ask you to marry me. Will... you would say yes, right?"
Who would have guessed, the feared and decisive Radio Demon could doubt. Y/n smiled.
"Well, you can't just ask a girl to marry you right off the bat."
"You can't?"
There was a genuine confusion in his voice, Y/n had expected nothing less from a child. Still, she couldn't help but view him through the lens of his adult self in this moment. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the proximity, the dark, how lovely he was when he had nothing to protect himself from, when he did not yet know of the filter he needed in order to conduct himself in the world and not get fucked over by it.
"Nope." Y/n shook her head slightly.
"Why not?"
"Well, you have to court her first."
"Court her?"
"You know, ask her on dates, buy her flowers: woo her."
"Well then I will do that too."
The last thing Y/n remembered before the world gave way to sleep was Alastor asking what her favorite flower was.
"Hyacinths." she had told him, "The purple ones. But don't you dare buy them for me unless you have something to apologize for because they ask for forgiveness. Instead, buy me peonies, they are for new love."
The heat of Hell's false sun was what woke her. Y/n grumbled, rolling over in bed, the course of the day before re-materializing in her head. She smiled softly at the memory, a certain sadness creeping in at the fact that she would probably never be that vulnerable with the man again.
A faint, almost peppery smell reached her nose and Y/n cracked her eyes open. Around her was a world of soft pinks and whites, cascading petals and the most beautiful display of protracted death. She gasped slightly, sitting up in bed. Looking around her small room, she realized it was filled to the brim with peonies in different stages of life. As her eyes traveled to the foot of the bed, she found Alastor standing there, his cheeks flushed and a tray in his hands. On the tray was a stack of pancakes, all cut into the shape of flowers to match. Y/n laughed lightly, smiling up at him from where she sat in bed.
"What's all this?" she asked and his cheeks grew brighter still.
Alastor looked away, clearing his throat.
"I'm keeping my side of the deal."
Y/n searched her mind, looking for any trace of what he could possibly mean.
"The deal... oh!" it suddenly hit her, the sleep riddled conversation they had had the night before.
Her cheeks flushed pink, mirroring his and picking up the colors of the flowers he had surrounded her with. She smiled brightly at Alastor, pulling herself from the bed. The hem of her nightgown rippled gently against her legs as she approached him. With grace, she plucked a strawberry from the plate and popped it in her mouth.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" she grinned coyly up at him.
Alastor rolled his eyes.
"I'm... doing the things so... just..."
"Alastor."
"What?"
His discomfort was palpable, unfamiliar. She reveled in it.
"Do you actually like me?"
"I thought I told you. You know, when-"
"I thought that was just mindless chatter." she interrupted, "Little kids are always saying stuff like that."
"Well, I wasn't."
Y/n laughed and Alastor placed the tray carefully on the edge of the bed, turning back to her.
"Did I misinterpret what you said?"
"Not at all." Y/n said, taking a step closer to him.
"So you will marry me?"
She laughed again, she couldn't help herself. Y/n could tell that if Alastor was able to do anything but smile, he would be scowling at her reaction to his sincere question.
"Ask me out on a date."
"Bu-"
"Ask me out on a date!" she insisted and Alastor sighed.
"Fine. Would you..." he took a deep breath, nerves running wild, "would you like to go out... with me..."
"Oh wow, so confident." Y/n teased.
"Y/n." Alastor warned and her smile widened even further.
"Yes, Al. Yes, Alastor, I would love to go out on a date with you."
"Wait, really?"
"Yes." Y/n nodded, her hands clasped behind her back as she swayed slightly on her feet, "I will."
Before she could register what was happening, Y/n was in Alastor's arms. He lifted her off her feet, spinning her around.
"Wait!" she shrieked, "Alastor, put me down! Aren't I too heavy?"
"Not at all, my dear." he hummed, holding her close now.
"Still, put me down!" she bashfully requested and at last he conceded, her feet finding the cool of the wood once again, "How long have you been... you know."
"That, my dear, is for me to know."
He tapped her nose gently and one of her ears shifted in response. Y/n crossed her arms.
"Not fair." she whined.
"Eat." Alastor commanded, unable to be moved on this point, "Meet me downstairs after. We're going out."
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ā³ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isnāt all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.
His two rules are simple, donāt cause trouble and donāt give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.
Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader
ā³ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, thereās likeā¦a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!
Word count: 3k
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āThank you for taking me out!ā You grinned as you took a large sip of your hot chocolate, it was still definitely not cold enough for it yet but you didnāt care.
Something about hitting your third trimester had you wanting to nest like crazy, it had you going around the estate cleaning and getting guards to help move furniture around.
You really had no right to be doing it but nobody told you otherwise.
Jungkook had come back midday, surprisingly early, he had paused in the entry hall of his home locking eyes with the pregnant menace that had abruptly put herself at the forefront of his life once again.
It was then he realized you definitely needed to get out of the estate.
āIf it keeps you from not moving all my stuff around,ā He shrugged, leaning back in his seat, eyes flickering from his phone to you.
You frowned, āIām sorry, I donāt even know what possessed me.ā You sighed, āWell I do, they say third trimester can make you start nesting.ā
āNesting?ā
You glared are the way he snorted as if not believing you, āItās a fact, you can look it up.ā
āThe fuck is that even supposed to be? What are you, a bird?ā
āIt means you just get the innate urge to justā¦ā you puffed your cheeks, ignoring that look he was giving you, āClean and decorate and justā¦I donāt know I canāt describe it! Just wish I had my own place to do that with and prepare for the baby.ā
Jungkook sighed, his eyes went from looking at you to dropping down to your stomach, it was round when you had first come to the estate, but it was evident six weeks had passed, āThen maybe itās time we talk about a nursery.ā
You paused, getting ready to take another drink from your cup but it never meets to your lips.
Jungkook sighed, āI know you donāt wanna talk about it, but finding your brother has quite literally lead me to dead ends I didnāt even think would exist. Youāre almost thirty weeks pregnant, thatās less than three months.ā
āOkay yeah I can do basic math, but itās already been almost two months. Surely it wonāt take another two months to find him,ā You pressed your lips together nervously.
āWould it be so terrible if you gave birth in the estate? Itāll probably be a better experience than the hospital.ā Jungkook commented, picking up his coffee as he took a sip.
It wasnāt that you were against giving birth in the estate, professional staff in the comforts of a bed? That was a luxury every woman could only dream of having, it was more the aftermath of it.
The idea of still living at the estate post pregnancyā¦it was a dangerous thought, it was too close to the life you had once wanted with Jungkook.
You just werenāt sure how to articulate that too him.
Jungkook finally raised a brow at you, noticing your lack of reply.
āI justā¦donāt want to get too comfortable at the estate.ā You finally spoke carefully, āI don't think that's good for anybody involved.ā
āI understand but I also donāt like being unprepared- in any aspect concerning me or my estate, and that includes you whether you want it or not.ā Jungkook replied, āJust because a nursery is there doesnāt mean itāll ever be used, itāll just be there so first of all, you stop moving all my shit and you have a place to do your bird stuff-ā
āNesting.ā You glared, lips quirking into a pout as your hands wrapped around your stomach.
Jungkookās lips curved a little, āBird stuff. And second, if it does turn out that your stay is extended, itāll be ready.ā
You still werenāt completely sold on the idea, if anything you felt like it would just feed into the delusion even further.
āWhy hello there mama.ā Another voice suddenly cut in, grabbing a chair from the empty table next to you both and plopping it on the side of your table.
Jungkook immediately straightened up, eyes glaring daggers that could definitely kill, āWhat the fuck are you doing here?ā
āYoongi!ā
The man brushed his black hair from his eyes a quirky smirk on his face as he shrugged, āUh Iām just stopping in to say hello to my favorite barista who got put on bed rest early.ā
A smile twisted on your lips, you were familiar with his face, he had been a regular for almost two years, the realization however quickly hit that Jungkook was very acquainted with this man.
You felt flabbergasted for a moment, you couldnāt believe you never made the connection that the regular customer Yoongi was also Underboss business partner Yoongi.
āItās nice to see you again Yoongi! I can't believe I didnāt recognize you as Jungkookās partnerā¦ā You sheepishly smiled.
Jungkook clearly didnāt share the same sentiment, his nostrils flared and he looked ready to maul his partner.
āNah probably for the best you didnāt realize. You as well, you look only a thousand times prettier, have that pregnancy glow about you.ā Yoongi threw your a wink.
Jungkook wasnāt sure what made him more violent, the fact that you both were already well acquainted or Yoongi so casually flirting with you.
It was part of his personality but it still didnāt make any attention he or any other male gave you, any easier for Jungkook to witness.
āIf you arenāt here for business, get the fuck away from our table.ā Jungkook gritted his teeth, as if it took every fiber of his being to not right hook.
Yoongi didnāt seem phased, āOh I was just in the area, been coming to Serendipity for a long while now, and then I suddenly see my favorite barista whoās been gone for two months, of course I have have to say hello.ā
āOkay well you said hello, now go the fuck away.ā
āJungkook!ā You said sternly, āDonāt be so stubborn, Yoongi can sit with us for a few minutes at least.ā
His eyes were a raging fire as they burned into you, his chest puffing but he said no more as Yoongi observed you both, a smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair.
āHow are you enjoying the estate Y/n?ā
You smiled tenderly, āThe company makes it honestly, I donāt know what Iād do without Jungkook and Yeonjun.ā
āYeonjun?ā Jungkook looked like he sucked on a sour lemon as he spat the name out.
āI still want my apartment back but Iāve made the most of the it. What about you? Why havenāt you come to visit if you knew where I was?ā You asked, curious as to what the man had been up too.
Yoongiās gaze flickered to Jungkook, āWellā¦letās just say I was asked to not drop by unless it was absolutely necessary.ā
āAnd it isnāt.ā Jungkook gritted.
āOkay well first of all this doesnāt count cause weāre not at the estate, second of all youāre not the only one who has relations to Y/n, I mean have you ever had this womanās chai? Or her baked cinnamon rolls? Talented hands right there.ā Yoongi stretched out in his seat, that playful nature about him.
āOh donāt flatter me.ā You shooed his praise.
āNo you deserve all the praise in the world, in fact you deserve-ā
āWeāre going.ā Jungkook stood up from his seat, sick of this if he had to hear one more word come out of his stupid partners mouth.
āJungkook!ā You complained, but nevertheless took his hand when he offered it, āPlease visit Yoongi, youāre conversation is always welcomed.ā
Yoongi only smiled, sunk into his seat as he watched the tall broody figure practically drag you away, it made him laugh in amusement.
Yoongi by no means kept an eye on you the last two years for his own benefit, but he supposed somethings would always remain thankless.
He had accomplished what he wanted though, evidently no matter how much Jungkook talked- and he talked a lot, it was clear he had grown possessive over you in the last few months.
Yoongi shook his head in amusement, watching the viper leave the parking lot through the window, he was happy to see that old spark in his partner return.
āWhat was that about!ā You complained, immediately dialing the heat down to sixty in the car.
āYou shouldnāt be talking to him,ā Jungkook grumbled, hands gripping the steer wheel as if he was trying to strangle it, āIf you care about your babyās safety youāll make an active effort to not talk to him.ā
āHes been one of my regulars for like two years,ā you complained, āHow was I supposed to know he was your partner? I never even officially met him! What makes him anymore dangerous then you? Hm?ā
Jungkook deflated, obviously not having a good reason, āThe difference is Iām protecting you.ā
āOh so youāre saying he wouldnāt?ā
āThe point,ā Jungkook gritted his teeth in annoyance, āIs donāt talk to him.ā
You frowned as you twisted to fully look at Jungkook, was heā¦jealous?
āAre you mad that Iām paying attention to someone else?ā You asked upfront, you could only be discreet about so many things.
āIām not madā.
āNo youāre definitely mad.ā You replied pointedly.
āIām annoyed that my business partner is talking to me outside of business.ā Jungkook replied.
āBut he was talking to me, not you.ā You crossed your arms.
āHe was doing that on purpose.ā Jungkook huffed.
It was silent for a long moment as you folded your hands into your lap.
Of course you didnāt have to point it out, but truthfully it felt too ridiculous to not? āAre you jealous?ā
āNo.ā
There was another pause.
āWhy would I be jealous?ā
āYou tell me,ā you replied, a pout on your lips, āYou always do this when someone talks to me, men specifically.ā
āDo you actually want an honest answer?ā Jungkook looked even more annoyed, even so much as throwing you a frosty glance before his eyes returned to the road.
You blinked before a troubled frown slowly curved on your lips, you could think of several ways heād be honest and none of them youād be able to fully believe.
āWhat I want,ā you took a breath, āIs to be able to have a conversation without you looking like youāre shooting daggers out of your eyes.ā
āI wasnāt shooting daggers out of my eyes.ā
You puffed your cheeks, āWell you claim you donāt do a lot of things, that you do in fact, do.ā
āHow about we just stop talking.ā Jungkook replied.
You pouted but spoke no more as you yawned.
āDo you wanna go home?ā
You nodded with a small groan, āYeah, I need to take a nap,ā you nodded with another yawn.
Jungkook only nodded in return, eyes occasionally glancing at you, attempting to sleep in the car, when did his life start revolving around you this much?
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Dating: Eyeless Jack
Have to talk about someone besides LJ and Toby so hereās some EJ as requested! Sorry I lost your OG question whoever sent it :( Ik EJ has no ācanonā backstory but the one I grew up with and the one that the fandom uses the most is the college/ cult one so thatās the one Iām using :3 also I hc EJ a bit different so yeah :3 I had to rewrite this 4 times bc the progress kept getting deleted š
After multiple years of living off human organs in the forest, EJ has lost most of his social skills
So he doesnāt really try
He just sneaks into peoples homes, takes what he needs and leaves
He set his sights on you. You were perfect.
Your house is close to the forest, you live alone, you seem to sleep pretty heavy
Heāll be in and out no problem
So he sneaks into your home, quietly. Not waking you
And he stands over you, looking down at you
Itās ironic because he has no eyes, yet the demon inside him lets him see through the dark clearly
He watches you sleep peacefully
Your chest rising and falling rhythmically, your perfectly placed features, your soft breathing
He definitely wouldāve had a crush on you in college
Collegeā¦.the fact that you made him think of college, his old life at all in any way at all, he knew you were more than just a quick meal
So he left
What was his next step? Stalking you of course!
He watched you go about your normal days. Talk to your friends, eat your food and watch tv. Normal.
He fantasized about living normally alongside you
He didnāt ask for the life he had now after all, it was thrust upon him
Part of him almost hated you for being so carefree but he knew that wasnāt fair to you
Since he canāt be part of your normal life, youāll have to be part of his weird one
He took you from your home in your sleep, only using the smallest injection of drugs to keep you unconscious
And you woke up screaming in his cabin in the forest
He hated you screaming at the sight of him
Not only because it annoyed him, but youāre supposed to be making him feel normal. Youāre just reminding him that heās a monster
āIām not going to hurt youā
You stay silent for days you stayed silent and frozen in fear
Jack understands at first but after multiple days of your silence he gets angry
Part of him loved that he was able to take someone elseās normal life away like his was
After an unsuccessful hunt for food, he talks to you, upset
āWhatās the point of you being here if all youāre going to do is stare at me?!ā
You look at him silently still
āSay something to me! Anything! Justā¦.talk to me like Iāmā¦.ā
āLike youāre what?ā
The first words youāve said to himā¦
āHumanā
You two start to talk. Not like you have much else to do
And after days of talking you start to weirdly get along with him. And you donāt even know what he looks like
He always covered head to toe, black clothes, black gloves, blue mask with his black hoodie covering his head. You were barely able to figure out he had brown hair because you saw one tuff
You donāt want to upset your literal captor so you donāt push it
āWhy are you staring at me like that?ā
āIā¦just donāt know what you look likeā
āYou donāt have toā
Jack is terrified of showing you what he looks like. How could he even explain his appearance. Talking with you has been the most normal heās felt in years. If he shows you what he looks likeā¦that feeling is over
āPleaseā¦.ā
He hears you ask softly
āNoā¦you donāt need to see what I look likeā
āYou kidnapped me itās literally the least you can doā
āā¦ā¦ā
āI wonāt judgeā
āThereās so much about me I canāt explain. Iā¦ talking with you has made me forget about what I am. So pleaseā¦.let me savor this feelingā
You nod and respect his wishes
Then days turn into weeks and into months
And you ask again
āJack, please let me see your faceā
āNoā
āItās my birthday! This is all I want for a present!ā
He legs out a sigh
āIs this really what you want?ā
You nod
āOnly if you take it offā he was fully ready for your look of disgust and screams of terror
And so you do and you smile at him as you take him in, his grey skin, soft brown hair that falls into his face a bit and sharp teeth oh and no eyes
āWhy arenāt you screaming?ā
āI donāt knowā
Jacks been sleeping by your side since that night
You guys donāt call yourself a couple, but itās basically what you are
But being with him isnāt all fun
When he had to hunt he comes back angry, not at you, but the fact that he has to do it at all
So heās snappy, irritable and barely talks and heās just not pleasant to be around when heās like that
He hates hunting and feeding and wonāt do it for days and only does it when absolutely necessary
When that happens the demon heās hosting takes over and itās terrifying
He gets much taller, he barely talks, becomes more animalistic and at night he just stares at you, like heās trying to hold himself back from attacking you
He hates that you have to see him like that but he also hates hunting and feeding
When he feeds he will never do it around you
Heāll always go in another room but you can hear everything
You can hear the noises of him eating because he eats like a ravenous animal
You can hear his growling and panting and fleshy ripping noises as he tears into the meat of the organs with his teeth
Heāll come back to your bedroom blood, around his mouth, hands and the rest of him and you have to pretend everything is normal or heāll get mad
āYou think because I donāt have eyes I can see the way you look at me?! Stop looking at me like that!ā
You can only look away
He canāt take you out like a normal boyfriend can because of the way he looks and it makes him upset
So when he sees you wanting to do normal couple things it hits a nerve
āYou know damn well I canāt do thatā
Heās upset that he canāt be normal alongside you and give you what you deserve
He tries to take you on walks around the forest but he knows you deserve more
Heās super possessive of you and keeps you by his side at all times. Youāre the only thing that makes him feel normal
Even though he trusts you he always is watching you to make sure you donāt try to escape
Try to escape and there WILL be consequences
But hopefully itāll never come to that
Jack sometimes gets really depressed about how his life turned out so sometimes if that happens heāll just cry
Well, heāll try to
The tar burned his tear ducts and he has no eyes so heāll just make these heaving noises and theyāre so sad to listen to
Itās so heartbreaking that he canāt do a human thing like cry
So you just hold him as he makes those noises, comforting him as best you can
āI wish I could look into your eyes, Jackā
āMe tooā
He hasnāt had a romantic connection like this in years
His last romantic interest was Jenny the girl who made him this monster in the first place so sometimes heās scared youāre going to somehow youāre gonna betray him
He knows heās being paranoid though or so he hopes
On top of that heās not good at communicating / being social at all since heās spent so much time alone
So when heās upset or angry or has a problem with you he wonāt talk it out with you he just leaves or is quiet. Worst case scenario, just mean
āDid I do something wrong?ā
āDoesnāt matter. Iāll get over it so just drop it.ā
āBut-ā
āDrop it. Now.ā
He gets better with communication as time goes on
Although he still really struggles with it
Heās also not very affectionate so itāll feel like youāre alone even when heās with you
He doesnāt do it on purpose, hes just so used to not receiving affection and he hasnāt given anyone affection in years
After some talks heāll get better with it
He really does love you he just doesnāt exactly know how to show it
But he tries
He knows you canāt leave the house with him so when heās out, heāll get you your favorite food, a trinket or something else you like
āHere. I know you like thisā
He sleeps much better now that youāre next to him
Heās grateful for you
He really is. You didnāt have to open up to him and accept him but you did and heāll forever love you for that
Since your actual house is close to the forest you actually take him back to your house and live with him normally
You watch TV together, lounge around and get takeout that he canāt consume so he watches you eat it and just laugh and talk
When heās with you, heās normal. Youāre his normal. His home. He finally found what he wanted in you
Although itās not perfect, youāre together and thatās all he needs
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Can we talk about the fact that Severus Snape left everyone, both the characters and the readers, like this: š¤”š¤”
I mean, no one knew wtf was going on with him. One moment u think he's bad, the next u think he's good. And then u think he's the villain again. But then he gives his memories to Harry and we all realize that he was the fucking hero all along.
In hp1, we think it's Snape who was trying to steal the philosopher's stone, or who tried to knock Harry off his broom. But then comes the end, and we find out that he stopped Harry from falling (saved his life) and was protecting the stone...š¤”
We still hated him in hp 2 and 3...
In hp4 Harry suspects that Snape had the Dark Mark, and ends up discovering that he did. There's even the scene that Harry sees: Igor Karkaroff accuses Snape in court in front of the Wizengamot, saying he was a Death Eater, and we're all likešÆš (finally know the truth!!). But then Dumbledore defends himšš§š»āāļø, and no one, not Karkaroff, not Harry, not us readers, understand anything. We don't know whether to trust him or not. So, again...š¤”
In hp5 everything is confusing with him. We don't know if he wants to help Harry (occlumency lessons) or not. He calls Voldemort "Dark Lord" (only Death Eaters do), we see his worst memory, which, again, leaves us bewildered and not knowing what the hell to think of him now. Harry himself doubts that his father was a good person, even wondering if James didn't force Lily to marry him, and empathizes with Snape. Then the whole thing with the prophecies, and Harry trying to warn Snape about Sirius and his supposed kidnapping. The Order arrives to save Harry and his friends, which suggests that Snape warned them.
But along comes hp and the Half-Blood Prince, Snape appears to be helping Draco Malfoy with what the Lord entrusted him with āThe scene where Bellatrix accuses him, tells him that she doesn't trust him, and then she is surprised:
In the books:
[...]Do you really think that the Dark Lord has not asked me each and every one of those questions? And do you really think that, had I not been able to give satisfactory answers, I would be sitting here talking to you?ā
She hesitated. āI know he believes you, butā¦ā
āYou think he is mistaken? Or that I have somehow hoodwinked him? Fooled the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard, the most accomplished Legilimens the world has ever seen?ā
[...]
āAnd through all this we are supposed to believe Dumbledore has never suspected you?ā asked Bellatrix. āHe has no idea of your true allegiance, he trusts you implicitly still?ā
āI have played my part well,ā said Snape.
In the movies:
The line where he says āDumbledore is a great wizardā, Snape is actually being smug and subtly saying heās such a good actor (I mean, come on, the man deserves a fucking Oscar), heās managed to deceive Voldemort so well that he has revealed his grand plan to him. He practically seems to be laughing at the double meaning of his own words, mocking and lying to the black sister's faces like the fucking boss he is. The way he's literally drinking a glass of wine while laughing at the Dark Lord. The whole scene is just excellent.
So at the end of hp6, Snape reveals to us that he was the half-blood prince for whom the fucking book is named, ends up murdering none other than ALBUS DUMBLEDORE, and we all learn that all this time his true loyalties were with the dark side...š¤”
Oh no, wait! Hp7 arrives, Voldemort kills Snape :0 (Yes!), gives his memories to Harry, and Harry sees his memories and... (NOOš¦šØš°ššš). We found out he wasn't the bad guy. That, in fact, he was IN LOVE WITH HARRY'S MOM ā"always" still hurts :')ā That all this time he was our ally...š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”š¤”
He practically played with all of us, with LORD VOLDEMORT, the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, Harry... well, WITH EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD. And he did it as if he were:
Harry fucking Potter named one of his sons after him, which must have made a lot of people roll in their graves (James and Sirius out of anger, Snape out of laughter).
This mf literally woke up one day and said: "okay, here begins my reputation era bitches.š Let's leave a few of them looking likeš¤”š¤”"
PD: Sorry if something is written wrong, english is not my language.
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Respite [ s.r ]
Summary:
Dealing with addiction withdrawals is a horrible experience. Having to sit at a desk for eight hours and act like they weren't happening was even worse. If only someone would just ask him if he was okay.
WARNINGS: Details of addiction withdrawals, Mentions of Spencer's kidnapping, Needle mentions, Vomit mentions, Thoughts of self-induced bodily harm, Inaccurate portrayal of therapy and legal loopholes, Mentions of touch-starvedness
pairing: s3!spencer x gn!psychiatrist!reader
genre: ANGST, hurt/comfort, fluff towards the end
wc: 5.6k
masterlist!!
a/n: all the love in the world to my beta reader and loml @flowersfromautumn š«¶š«¶š«¶, and to those of you who followed me after my first upload, be warned, i almost exclusively write angst š
Spencer Reid was sat with his head in his hands, silently praying to Gods that he didnāt think existed to rid him of the enervating sensations flooding every nerve of his body.
All he wanted to do was be productive, to prove that he was still fully capable of doing his job. But no, instead, his body had decided to attack itself as though it were a foreign object, screaming at him to give in and supply it with what he most craved.
It had been six weeks since heād returned to the BAU, and whilst he desperately tried to prove his mental stability, his physical reactions were letting him down.
He knew the statistics surrounding addiction. Of course he did. He knew that over 1.5 million people in the United States were addicted to opioids. He knew that they were the leading cause of overdose related deaths. He knew that the more he indulged in his compulsions the worse the withdrawals would get, and he knew that injecting it was the most harmful way to get the drug into his system.
His logical brain knew it was wrong; But his body didnāt care.
Knowledge wouldnāt stop the tremors in his hands. It wouldnāt stop the goosebumps littering his skin. It wouldnāt stop the ever-present lump in his throat, or the strain of his eyes as he desperately tried to absorb the information from the files on his desk. So much for an eidetic memory.
Knowledge wouldnāt stop him from wanting to claw at the skin of his elbow until his cephalic vein was exposed, or the urge to pierce the needle in so deep that it came out of the other side.
He had tried to find solace in his work, to distract himself from the cravings that consumed him. But no matter how hard he focused, the relentless ache in his bones refused to subside. It was a constant battle between the rational mind that knew the consequences and the primal instinct that sought relief at any cost.
He was so deep in his own mind that he didnāt notice you walk over to his desk, nor did he make any acknowledgement of you calling his name. It took you waving your hand literal inches away from his face for his eyes to finally turn up towards you, and you couldnāt help but notice how his pupils had almost completely overtaken the hazel of his eyes, his scleras tainted pink through the blood vessels clinging to them like ivy.
āSpence?ā Your voice, usually soothing, was defiled by the constant ringing in his ears, sending a pounding ache through his head.
āSpencerā¦ā
You wave your hand in front of his face again, each passing moment making you feel increasingly guilty for bothering him.
The whole team had noticed Spencerās change in attitude after his kidnapping, as had they noticed his bouts of irritation and dissociation, and probably the most telling of all, his newfound habit of itching the inside of his right elbow over the sleeve of his shirt.
Sure a normal person could write off those behaviours as normal for recovering from what heād been through, a mix of distrust and anxiety making him more irritable. But you werenāt normal people, you were a team of profilers, and as much as everyone tried to stick to the unofficial ādonāt profile your team membersā rule, they could tell that Spencerās behaviour wasnāt solely due to being held hostage for a few days, not even with the mental and physical torment he went through.
Everyone suspected, but you knew. Your years in medical school for psychiatry meant you could spot the signs of addiction in your sleep. You just wished you could say something.
Trouble was, under Section 4.1.2 of the FBIās Fitness for Duty regulation, if Spencerās addiction were to be officially recognised, he would not longer be deemed āfitā to work, and no one on the team wanted that.
āhmm..?ā The most Spencer could evoke was a soft hum, barely audible over the usual chatter littering the bullpen. His eyes remained static as he looked up in your direction, but he wasnāt actually looking at you, more like he was fixed on something just over your shoulder.
You have to consciously suppress a sigh as your eyes flicker over his features. His skin, already pale, seemed to have lost all colour barr the dark purple collecting under his eyes, and his face had become gaunt, shadows starting to form where his skin clung around his cheek bones. He looked awful.
āIām sorry to bother youā¦ Do you have the autopsy files for the most recent case?ā
āOh, yeah- yeah of course, i have a copy uh-ā Your question seemed to remind Spencer of where he was, that he was sat at his desk, in his workplace, and that he should be being productive.
He rifles through the files on his desk, piling up due to his lack of motivation to actually finish any of them, and as he finally reaches the one you asked for, he pries it out from under the stack, the manilla folder shaking with the tremor of his hand as he holds it out towards you.
If only someone would just say something.
Spencer knew he was acting āweirdā, he just wanted someone to say something about it. Anything.
He knew it was unprofessional, and that he had the potential of losing his job over it. Still he wanted someone to ask him if he was okay.
He just wanted someone to ask.
āā¦Why do you need it?ā Spencerās voice is hesitant, almost a whisper as he tries to stop himself from choking on his own words.
āIām finishing up the medical report and i want to make sure I have all of my facts rightā¦ā You take the file from him with a frown, barely able to mask your concern through your expression. āThank youā¦ā
Spencer manages to give you a weak smile before he slumps back into his chair, fighting the lump in his throat that threatens force itās way out of his mouth and spill all over his desk. He was twitching to say something. To tell you that heās not okay. To break down in your arms and have you promise him that everything was going to be alright.
But he doesnāt. Because no matter how much he was suffering, he would never want to unload his burden onto somebody else. Especially not you. He just sat, silently praying that you would be the one to initiate the conversation. And lo and behold, you did. Albeit not directly.
āHey uhā¦ā You mindlessly flick through the file heād given you, not really paying attention to any of the words on the pages as you use it to keep your hands busy and alleviate the awkward tension running between the two of you. āI- work overtime a lotā¦ If youāre ever here after hours-ā
Thereās a small glint that returns to his eyes as you indirectly suggest that youād like to speak to him off the clock. He almost spills everything to you right there at his desk, but as he sucks in a breath to speak, he catches himself, clearing his throat.
āYeahā¦ Thanksā¦ā
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You watched as the digital clock on your desk turned from 18:00 to 18:01. The work day had officially ended an hour ago, and most of the agents had already left to enjoy their long deserved weekend. You however remained sat at your desk in your dimly lit office, fiddling with a 5 x 5 Rubix Cube that Gideon had given you during a case in New York, tired of the way youād tap your fingers against the table of the jet when you got bored.
You hoped that Spencer had understood the implications of what youād told him earlier.
Watching him suffer in silence ripped a chunk of humanity from you every time you saw him, and it was getting to the point where you could barely look him in the eye without feeling so guilty you wanted to cry.
But as the time ticked on, you feared he hadnāt, and by the time it reached 18:30 you were dejectedly preparing yourself to leave, throwing your jacket around your shoulders and packing up your messenger bag.
Your retreat home was stopped by you almost walking straight into Spencer as you opened your office door, his hand slightly outstretched as if he was on the verge of pushing open the door himself.
āOhā¦ uhā¦ā Spencer stumbled over his words a little as you took a step backwards, and his eyes flickered over your frame, focusing in on the bag hanging off your left shoulder and the jacket you were half-wearing. āSorryā¦ā
He stepped out of the way of the door to make way for you to walk past him, but you didnāt move, remaining stood in the doorway , your eyes watching his as they desperately looked anywhere except in your direction.
āāAre you alright?ā
Spencer nodded hastily at your question, pursing his lips to the point where they were barely visible and bringing his hand towards his inner elbow, itching at it through the fabric of his shirt. āYeah- Sorry, iāll uh- Iām-ā
āSpencer.ā You stop his stuttered excuse to with a raised hand, slightly relieved that he had indeed come to your office, even if it had taken him over an hour and a half to build up the courage. āCome in,ā
You gesture for him to enter with your head, to which he replies with a shake of his own.
āNo- No youāre going home, I donāt want to keep you-ā
āSpenceā¦ Please, come in.ā
You repeat your request with a gentle insistence, cutting him off once again.
You never liked to interrupt Spencerās train of thought, it happened all too often with the people around him cutting him off before he could get his full thoughts out, but right now it was an unfortunate necessity. You knew that if you let him continue he would pull himself into a spiral and back out of reaching out for help, so you wanted to cut off the idea before he even had the chance to voice it.
Spencer hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and stepped into your office, his shoulders slumped with the weight of his internal struggle. It was clear that he needed someone to talk to, but despite him standing outside of your office door, heād seemingly started to regret coming to see you.
You gesture for him to sit down on the small sofa lining the far wall of your office, and he hesitates for a moment before finally taking a seat, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and apprehension as they flicker around the room.
Spencer had been in your office a few times, although heād never stayed long enough to actually look around.
Of course heād noticed the floor to ceiling bookcase behind your desk, lined with a string of dangling fairy lights, as had he noticed the large cream rug with small tassels lining its short sides, covering a majority of the exposed hard wood lining your office floor.
Heād often found himself looking over at the wall closest to your door, covered in re-prints of renaissance paintings and gold framed mirrors of different sizes, your Psychology PhD and Psychiatry Doctorate Certificates hung right in the centre, framed in a similar rustic gold.
What he hadnāt noticed in the few times heād visited were the small stress balls of different colours littering your desk, or the paperweight shaped like a brain holding down the small pile of scribbled notes you miscellaneously taken.
He hadnāt noticed the small replica of a marble Aristotle statue tucked into one of the squares of the bookshelf, lined with fake ivy, or the framed photo of you and your parents on the day of your first graduation.
Everything about your office was warm and inviting, and he was beginning to wonder whether your home was the same.
God how he wanted to go home. To lie in his bed and sleep until his bladder forced him awake under the threat of bursting inside his body from its own pressure.
"Spencer," you say softly, breaking him out of his short-lived observation as you pull the blinds closed, ensuring privacy on the unlikely occasion anyone was still roaming the bullpen.
āDid you know that one of the great things about being a private practicing psychiatrist is that anyone can ask for a private session without any paperwork involved?ā
You place your bag onto your desk chair, re-draping your jacket over the back of it. āitās called a ārecordless sessionā, and holds the same confidentiality rules without any paper evidence, the cache being that it has to be under an hour,ā
As you speak, you can see the weight of his struggles visibly lift off his shoulders, and a glimmer of hope flickers in his eyes.
āYeah Iā¦ Yeah, I knew thatā¦ā
Of course he knew that. What didnāt Spencer know?
āI, uhā¦can I book an appointment?ā A single tear rolls down his cheek, but he dries it with the back of his sleeve before more can escape.
āPlease..?ā
It takes you all of your willpower in that moment to not pull Spencerās head into your chest, to not run your fingers through his hair and rock him back and forth in your arms until all of semblance of sorrow left his mind.
Instead you settled for taking a seat besides him on the sofa, gently reaching out to pull his left hand away from his elbow, holding it between your own as you try to transfer some of your body heat to his ice-cold fingers. āWhen would you like to start?ā
āCan we start now? Please, before I change my mind?ā Spencer looks up at you with a slightly desperate expression on his face. He just needs one session, he can figure out what to do next, but for now, he needs help.
You exhale softly with a sympathetic expression as Spencerās voice threatens to break with his words.
āNowās perfectā¦ā You gently rub your thumb over the top of his hand in small circles, offering a simple form of reassurance before gently pulling them away.
You pull your sleeve up a little to reveal the electronic watch on your left wrist, the face on the inside for easier access, and you set a timer for 59 minutes, just under an hour. The perfect legal loophole.
āAlright, iām all yoursā¦ā You send him a soft sympathetic expression as you mark the start of the session.
Spencer listens to the timer tick down, suddenly hyper aware of the noise despite not having taken any notice of it before, and he clasps his hands in his lap as he tries to gather his thoughts and his courage.
āI- uh- um-ā he starts quietly. He canāt force himself to make eye contact with you, but he takes a sharp breath in and tries to push the words out. āIām an addict,ā he says quickly, turning his head away from you.
And there it was.
You give him a soft nod at his confession, but donāt give a verbal response, fearing that if you were to say anything it would scare him from opening up any further.
Spencer canāt believe heās actually admitting it out loud. He can already feel the panic rise as he speaks about his addiction, but he needs to open up, he needs to get this off his chest.
āI- Iām addicted to Dilaudid. Opioids. I- I started when I was held captive... He would inject me with it to stop the pain, i- I donāt know how to get off it,ā he pauses, trying to form his thoughts. āI-ā
Spencer exhales heavily, leaning forwards to drag his palms over his face. āI donāt know what to do-ā
Spencer takes a few deep breaths, glancing back up at you. āI- I know that I need help, I know I should reach out to a support group or something, but I- I canāt do that, I- have work, everyone is relying on me, and this is- this is my fault I- I kept taking it and-ā
āSpencer.ā You take his left hand in yours again, pulling it away from his face and bringing it down to rest on the small gap in the sofa between you and him. āI need you to slow down for me alright? working yourself up isnāt going to helpā¦ā
Spencer falls back into a quiet panic as you speaks, the thoughts going so fast his brain feels like itās on fire. Words fly in and out of his head and he desperately tries to grasp onto them, trying to string them together in a way that makes sense.
āSlowly, yeah, yeah, slowlyā¦ā he takes a few more deep breaths, his eyes staring down at the floor in front of the couch.
āI need help.ā
He looks down at his hand as it sits in yours, your palm warm and soft, a harsh contrast to rigid coldness of his own. āI canāt think about work. I- I canāt hold a proper conversation, I cant even look at myself in the mirror anymore...ā
āI just- I donāt know if I can do this aloneā¦ā Spencer quietly whispers the last sentence, staring down at the floor. He stays there, sat silently for a few moments before he raises his head towards you again.
āDid you know that addicts who donāt reach out for professional help have an 85% chance of relapse within a year of trying to quit?ā
Spencer always seemed to revert back to his intelligence to shield his emotions, although the waver in his tone continued to give away how he was really feeling.
āWell I suppose itās a good thing Iām a professional then,ā You reply to his statistic with a light tone, trying to keep some semblance of optimism in the conversation as you give his hand a small squeeze.
"Addiction is a ruthless battle Spencer, but you've taken the first step by acknowledging that you need help."
Spencer's eyes flicker with a mix of relief and uncertainty. "Iām just- scared,ā
"I know Spencerā¦ It's normal to feel ashamed or afraid of judgement. But remember, addiction is a disease, not a personal failing. Seeking help is incredibly difficult, and it's also essential for your well-being."
You absentmindedly run your thumb over the back of his hand slowly, conveying your unwavering support. "I'm proud of you, Spencer. Recognising your readiness for change is a significant milestone in itself."
Spencer nods slowly, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability as he looks up at you, his eyes burning into your own as the resolve that he had quickly begins to falter.
Then, he takes a deep breath. And he breaks.
āI-Iā¦ I want to relapse,ā He whispers. āI want to more than anything. Iām having trouble focusing, andā¦ I canāt get it out of my head. And Iām scared Iā¦ I might-ā
Spencer looks at you with a heartbreaking expression, his breath catching in his throat as his pulse quickens. His eyes flicker, the addiction begging to be let out as his expression becomes one of utter desperation.
He needs to be clean.
But that need to be numb outweighs everything else, and itās terrifying him.
āHey,ā You give both of his hands a gentle pull to hold his attention, letting them rest in your lap. āI want you to listen to me when i say this alright?ā
Spencer gives a half-hearted nod, small streams of tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks as his emotional wall completely crumbles.
āYou are allowed to struggle. Youāre allowed to not feel like youāre improving, but that does not mean that youāre failing, and it definitely doesnāt mean itās your fault,ā
āYouāre allowed to struggle.ā
Spencer doesnāt know why, but you saying it out loud makes him feel better, and for the first time in over a week, he actually starts to calm down to a point where he doesnāt feel like heās self-destructing.
āIām scaredā¦.ā he whispers quietly. āIām so scared that Iām going to give in.ā
Spencer sighs as he lets his head hang, small tear drops beginning to speckle the fabric of his trousers.
āTruth be toldā¦ I already have.ā He squeezes his eyes shut as he says it. Heās so mad at himself.
āI only did it once, I promise. And I regret it more than anything,ā he speaks quickly, trying to explain himself before youāre able to get upset.
āIām so sorry-ā
āHey- No, listen to me Spencer,ā
You tilt his head upwards with one of your hands, brushing a tear off his cheek with your thumb.
āRecovery is never a linear process. And the more you beat yourself up over it the worse you are going to feel.ā
Spencerās eyes flicker, but he doesnāt make any movement to pull himself away from you.
āI justā¦ I canāt help but feel like Iām letting everyone down.ā He sighs. āI promised myself I-ā
He closes his eyes and leans his cheek against the palm of your hand as he breathes out sharply. āIām really sorry for dumping all of this on you,ā he whispers, his eyes still closed.
āI just wanted to get it off my chest,ā Spencer whispers. āTo tell someone something without them cutting me off for once.ā
āNo,ā You shake your head gently at him. āNo apologies, this is what Iām here for Spencer,ā
Spencer nods softly against the warmth of your palm. He trusts you. And about now heās thinking that youāre the only person he would trust with this type of information.
āSorry,ā he mumbles out another apology. āI donāt know whatās wrong with me. I really donāt.ā He sighs. āI was doing so well, you know? It took me weeks to even start feeling okay. And then everything was so much better in the office. And I was so happy and I- and then this happened.ā
Thereās a few moments of silence as Spencer mulls over his self-disappointment. Heād made such an effort to better himself after returning back to work, to go back to being the Spencer that the rest of the BAU were familiar with, and right as things seemed to get back on track heād spiralled himself into another hole.
āI want to get better. Butā¦ withdrawals are hard.ā
āAndā¦ I really liked how it felt.ā
Spencer turns his face to speak into your palm as he mumbles his admission of enjoying the feeling. As upsetting as it might be, it wasnāt surprising. It was the main reason that people formed addictions in the first place, enjoying the euphoric release from reality that the substance gave them.
āCanā¦ Can I ask a question? A stupid question?ā His voice is quiet, slightly muffled as his lips graze against your hand.
"Thereās no such thing as a stupid question Spence,ā
Spencer takes a hesitant breath. āWhy arenāt you going toā¦ you know, have me fired?ā Spencer pulls away from your touch to straighten his posture, leaving your hand to fall back into your lap.
āThatās the protocol, right? If someone has a drug problem and it makes them a liability.ā He stares at the floor, expecting your answer to be āyesā and to be asked to leave. āIā¦ I know I shouldnāt be here. But I really donāt want to leave.ā
"What the Bureau doesnāt know wonāt hurt them Spence," You squeeze his left hand lightly as it remains in yours.
Spencer is shocked at your answer. For a second all he can do is stare at your hand as it remains around his, squeezing it back. āIā¦ butā¦ you could lose your job. Why would youā¦ā After a second his words trail off as the severity of your words sink in. Someone cares. Someone actually cares.
Thank god.
āThank you.ā He whispers.
Spencerās shuddering hands finally stop. He just sits there, soaking up the warm sensation of your words, of your fingers as they held his hand in a gentle embrace.
āWhy do you care?ā He whispers.
āIām here for my brains, my memory and my profiling skills. And- I canāt even do any of that right- i shouldnāt-ā
As he tries to finish the sentence, his mind goes completely blank, and tears begin to slip down his face once more.
"Spencerā¦ Those things are a part of you, but you are so much more than just thatā¦"
Your words almost feel like a promise. A promise that no matter whether Spencer was able to hold up his āgeniusā reputation or not, that you would still be there. That you would still care.
āNo oneās ever said that to me before.ā He says softly. He smiles as best he can and wipes at the tears on his cheek.
"Well, I am. youāre a human being Spencer, you should never be confined to your intelligence,"
Spencerās heart swells hearing the words āhuman beingā, heād gotten so used to being utilised as a human super-computer that he sometimes feared people forgot he had emotions.
āCan I- Can i have a hug..?ā
He doesnāt have to ask you twice.
He barely gets the whole question out before youāre guiding his head to rest against the curve of your shoulder, rubbing a hand tentatively down the length of his back.
Heās hesitant at first to hug you back, despite being the one to ask for the hug in the first place. Although he eventually brings himself to connect his hands behind your back, allowing himself to lean into your touch. Heās never felt so safe, so comforted before.
āIā¦ I want the withdrawals to stopā¦ā He says after a while, his voice muffled by your shirt.
"They will Spencer, youāve just got to tough it out for me okay?" you bring up your right hand to run your fingers through his hair softly, gently detangling the flattened sections that he hadnāt been motivated to brush out himself.
āI never understood how hard it would be until I had to do it myselfā¦ā he says quietly. āMy head feels like itās being pushed through a giant crusher. And Iā¦ I donāt know if I can stay sober by myself.ā
"You donāt have to do this by yourself Spenceā¦" A shudder runs through Spencerās body at your touch. He pushes himself closer into you, letting out a contented exhale.
Itās been such a long time since someone has touched him, since heās been able to feel warm and safe. He lets out a small half laugh.
āThis was meant to be a therapy session.ā
"Sometimes the best form of therapy is just having someone to comfort you,"
Spencer wraps his arms around you tightly nodding into your shoulder. You can almost feel the waves of his tension fade away and turn to content relaxation under your touch.
āYou smell like lavender.ā He whispers after a minute. He takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent.
"Itās probably my new shampoo," You laugh lightly as you continue to gently run your hands through his hair, not at all surprised he picked up on the difference in scent. He had always been more perceptive than the average person.
Spencer hums slightly as your scent fills his nostrils, sending a wave of calm and soothing through his body. āIt suits you.ā He says softly.
"Thank you," You smile down at him, your eyes meeting as he looks up towards you. "How are you feeling? be honest with meā¦ā
Spencer swallows with a small exhale. āI can still feel those waves of shakes in me, and my head is hurting.ā He answers, although you can hear the relief in his voice. āBut Iām feelingā¦ better. A lot better. I canāt thank you enough for doing thisā¦ā
āDonāt thank me Spencer, I havenāt done anything, this is all you,ā You carefully move a piece of stray hair that had fallen over Spencerās forehead to fall back properly with the rest of his hair.
āNo really, you-ā
Spencerās attempt at a rebuttal was cut off by the faint beeping emitting from your watch.
Looks like the session is over.
He reluctantly removed himself from the soft comfort of your arms to sit up straight again, and you press a button on the side of the watch face to stop the noise. āWell uh- I guess I should go now,ā
Spencerās tone changed back to one of slight apprehension, seemingly trying to put up that emotional shield as your watch reminds him that even the respite he found in your company was temporary.
āHey,ā You instinctively call out to Spencer as you see his face fall again, you had just gotten him to a point where he was calm, and your subconscious was taking every effort to make it stay that way.
āIāll tell you what-ā Your voice is soft but slightly rushed, the words leaving your mouth as soon as they enter your head. āIāve got a spare room in my house, how about you stay over?ā
āWhat?ā He blinks a few times at your suggestion, turning his head to face you properly.
You almost want to kick yourself for being so impulsive. I mean sure the two of you had become close over your years working together. But asking him to stay at your house? What were you thinking?
"I mean- donāt hesitate to say no if you donāt want to-" you add, attempting to downplay your sudden offer. His surprised expression lingers, and you worry that maybe you've overstepped some unspoken boundary.
āI just thought, you know- weāre friends, and friends have sleepovers sometimes right?ā
You began to dig yourself into a hole the more you tried to explain yourself. Of course the real reason you wanted him there was so you could make sure that he was actually alright, that he wouldnāt fall back into a negative spiral the second he was left alone in his own apartment.
"I- Are you sure?" He asks cautiously, uncertainty tinging his voice.
You nod, mustering a reassuring smile. As much as your impulse was making you want to eat soap in the hope that itād force you to think through your words, you wanted to be a lifeline for Spencer, and if that meant offering him a safe place to stay with somebody to talk to then so be it. Even if it was just for one night.
"Yeah... We can uh, watch that new season of Doctor Who that just came out-ā
Spencer can feel his throat tighten as he looks at you. He canāt help but smile as he sits himself up, hugging you tightly with a small exasperated laugh.
āReally?ā He breathes out. āYouāre really sure..?ā
You give him another nod, this one more confident than the last, leaning your head on top of his as he again rests it against the curve of your shoulder. āDefinitely.ā
āYou can stay for as long as you needā¦ā
Spencer tightens his arms around your back in response, tears threatening to spill from his eyes again. Except this time they werenāt the type that stung his eyes, followed by a wave of grief. They were almost comforting.
āThank youā¦ā
God, heās been soā¦ stagnant during all of this, and the thought of being at your place, with you, not hiding from everyone else like some kind of ghost, fills him with a type of joy he canāt quite describe. Itās like that child-like wonder coming back to him for just a moment.
āLetās go home Spencerā¦ā
Spencer sighs as he buries his head against your shoulder again. Of course youād call your house home.
Of course heād call a house with you in it home.
āOkay,ā He mumbles, his voice thick with emotion as he relaxes against you, the world fading away around you.
āLetās go home,ā he repeats, the words feeling natural as he closes his eyes.
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