#I did appreciate and approve of his fear though

[xx-sketchy-xx]

him

I need more Fanart of him (btw I just wanted to draw cursed dally lol)

Also he slays as a girl lol

[gentlyweeps-world]

Purrfect Christmas Tree

summary: It was finally time to decorate for the Holiday, but with two cats it was a difficult task.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! reader

warning: sexual tension, none

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Max are you sure the cats won’t try and knock the ornaments off?” You ask again as you and your boyfriend, Max Verstappen, browse the aisles of the local shop, picking out Christmas decorations for your shared apartment.

"No, of course not. They'll be fine. Besides, they've never done anything like that before." He says in a soothing tone, his arm brushing against yours as you two walk together.

“Alright..” You mumble out, still unsure. You had a Christmas tree last year but did put any ornaments up in fear of the cats ruining them.

“How many more decorations do you want to get?” You ask Max, knowing he secretly likes decorating for Christmas.

"Let's just get a few more, and then we can head home and decorate the tree." He looks at you with a playful smile, his bright eyes sparkling in amusement. You know him well enough to know that he's probably planning on buying as many ornaments as he can find.

You pause and notice that your hand is still brushing his. You smile to yourself, appreciating the soft feel of his skin against yours, and you continue walking together, your fingers interlocking with his.

Soon after everything is bought and put into your car, you arrive back to your apartment and slowly start decorating with Max.

"Can I put some of the ornaments on the tree?" His voice is full of excitement as he holds a bunch of decorations, waiting for your approval. Of course, you can't say no to him so you nod, and he starts to put the baubles on the Christmas tree.

As the two of you work together, laughing at silly jokes and making conversation, you can't help but think about how lucky you are to be spending the holidays with the person you love.

Suddenly, you catch him looking at you from under his eyelashes, a mischievous look in his eye.

“What are you planning?” You ask suspiciously, a grin plastered on your face as you watch him.

Max's smirk widens as he continues to work, his eyes never leaving you as he places the final ornaments on the tree. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and teasing, as he continues to hide his expression from you.

"Oh, nothing," He says casually, turning back towards the tree. "Just thinking about how simply lovely our tree looks this year."

“Hmm it does look pretty good” You say, stepping back to admire the tree all decorated.

"Not as good as you though Y/n." He finally admits, stepping towards you and looking you in the eyes. His voice is just above a whisper now, and there's a twinkle in his eyes that you know means trouble.

"Max, what are you-" You begin, but he reaches up to place a gentle finger on your lips, cutting off your words with a smirk.

Before you can say anything else, Max's other hand reaches out towards you and pulls you close. You find yourself pressed against him, your body flush with his. Without thinking, you reach your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

He leans his head down, bringing his face closer to yours, and after a few moments of anticipation, his lips finally press lightly against your own. His hands move from your waist up to behind your head, drawing you in even closer.

As you two separate he looks up at the ceiling with a smirk, “Mistletoe, what a coincidence..” He says with a grin, looking back at you.

“You are such a dork” You say with a chuckle leaning your head against his chest.

"Oh, really?" He asks with clear doubt in his voice, but he can't resist a smug smile. "Maybe we should just leave it there for a while, just in case."

Suddenly you feel his hands reach up behind you and wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him again. He smiles and you have to admit, you're starting to like the idea of leaving the mistletoe there.

“Maybe..” You muse back with a grin, capturing his lips in a kiss again.

The kiss lasts longer than the first, and you can feel his tongue exploring your own as you press yourself against him. His hands slowly move from your waist up to behind your head again, gently tilting your face to match his as he pulls himself closer to you.

Slowly, you feel his hands moving up to your shoulders and back down to your waist again, pulling you flush with his hips. This is becoming a lot more than some Christmas mistletoe.

And the cats don’t seem to be fans of it. You pull away from Max when you hear a rustling coming from the tree.

“What..” You mumble out, leaning down to look at the tree you see Jimmy hiding in there.

“Max I told you..!” You say with a groan.

"Oh, for goodness' sake. Jimmy, get out of there!" Max says, his voice now more stern.

With that, you watch as your beloved cat slowly crawls his way out of the tree, he looks up at you with wide eyes that are saying "You're going to kill me, aren't you?"

Then another ornament falls, followed by a “meow”. You move to get a better look at the tree and see Sassy hiding in the stems.

"Oh, come on!" You say loudly with laughter escaping from your lips. It seems that your cats just can't get enough of ruining Christmas decorations. Maybe the holidays are just too much fun for even them to resist.

At least now the mistletoe seems safe. You turn back to look at Max and notice that he looks even more stunning than usual in the light of the Christmas tree. How does he manage to make everything he does look so appealing?

"Sassy, no! We talked about this before. Come out of there this instant." Max commands, while you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of this situation.

Then again, it isn't at all surprising that your cats are trying to mess up your Christmas decorations.

“So who was right about the cats ruining the decorations?” You say smugly, leaning back onto the couch as you watch Max get both cats into his arms.

"Shut up," Max says without even turning to face you, but he's clearly laughing.

He holds your two cats, one in each arm, as they seem reluctant to acknowledge the fact that they've been caught red-handed. After a few moments of petting them, they calm down, and Max leans back against the couch as well.

"Did we really think they were going to behave themselves this year?" He asks with a small smirk. You can't help but laugh, it's a good thing your cats are cute.

“You thought that, I knew they were going to mess up the ornaments” You say with a giggle.

"I think I had a little too much faith in them." He admits with a shrug, his face showing no signs of regret as he holds out your cats for you to take.

Sassy and Jimmy give you pleading looks, and Max speaks on their behalf. "Please don't punish them, mom. They just wanted to have a little fun. You know, like how you and I had a little fun just a few minutes ago?"

You glare at Max and pick up Jimmy, cuddling him into your arms.

Soon both cats wander away, ready to get into some more mischief. You lean into Max, placing your head on his shoulder as you stare at the tree.

“You’re fixing the ornaments” You say to Max.

"Fine." He sighs, but as he looks at you, a slight smile spreads across his lips.

He gently pulls your head against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around your waist again. You press your body flush with his, relishing in the warmth of his skin.

You stare at the Christmas tree together for a few moments before he speaks again.

"I love you schat." He whispers, his voice so soft that you're not sure if he said it out loud or to himself.

“I love you too Max” You whisper back, happy and content in the moment.

He leans his head down to kiss you gently on the forehead, before whispering, "Let's start putting the ornaments back on the tree."

“You mean you’re going to do it, since I was right!” You say teasingly, shoving him off the couch with a giggle.

"Shut up." Max mutters in response, but as he walks away he pulls you up and off the couch. "Oh, I think we both know that you're not going to get off so easily."

After a moment, his arms around you kissing your neck gently. "You and your big ego..." He says lightly, but there's a tone of approval in his voice.

“Ohhh I have a big ego? What about you, three time world champion Max Verstappen?” You tease, wrapping your own arms around him.

"That's not me having an ego. Those are just facts." Max says with a sly grin, but then he lowers his voice and mumbles, "Besides, I've never met anyone with a bigger ego than you."

“Hmm I dunno, Danny Ric has a pretty big ego..” You mumble out with a smile. Max's grin falters for just a second. "Okay, maybe I've met one person with a bigger ego."

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[coentinim]

Crime scene

ADULT + DARK CONTENT - MDNI !

JPM is beautiful in the act of killing, how can his wife not appreciate that?

Contains: descriptions of murder (not of reader), gore, blood, sexual content (at a fresh crime scene), you are (almost) as deranged as him, you are married to him, dead dove - please feast <3

I am not responsible for what you see on the internet!

Edit: forgot to tag people T_T

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You heard it again. Those screams, those ear piercing, mind shattering screams of some poor soul being gutted alive. Supposedly, the walls were soundproof, but you could hear well and clear the wails of another one of James' victims in the next room. Perhaps the wall connecting your rooms was the only one he didn't line with asbestos... and on purpose for sure. He wants you to hear.

A young woman - no older than 25, judging by the noise - was currently being sliced open slowly and deliberately by your husband's hand. After only being married to him for a few weeks, you could already tell apart the screams of terror before a quick death and pained, tortured wails of a slow one. And during this time, you've grown accustomed to this peculiar hobby of his, even fond of it at times. His bloodlust and cruelty were undeniably fascinating, and having the honour of being the only person he never wished to harm was something to cherish. His debauchery was just contagious, really!

Curiosity had overcome you, and you decided to check what exactly was your beloved doing as he worked. And oh, were you amazed at the sight when you entered his room.

The screaming was so much louder and clearer here, begs for mercy - even for a quicker, painless death - made for a terrifying noise, but you paid them no mind. Oh no, you focus was on your husband only. He was a true artist, the way he worked the woman's body like it was an instrument, a work of art for art's sake, a horrible perversion of what a piece should look like. A bloody image it was - James was cutting all over her skin, ignoring the wails, and carving flesh with quick, steady strokes of the knife. You couldn't help but come closer, almost beside him, and you made your presence known by walking into his line of sight. He raised his eyes from the half-dead girl to you and you noticed his expression. He did not look human, not even one bit. His eyes were widened, pupils engorged and cheeks flushed bright red. He wore the mask, the strange mask you didn't know the purpose of that made him look like a horrible monster mothers warn their children about. He did not wear the apron he usually did, though. His white shirt (one of the informal, "not as good ones", you recalled) was half unbuttoned and stained crimson with the explosions of the woman's blood. In the act, he looked like a beast. He was panting when he stopped skinning the woman to gaze at you.

"My darling, I didn't- hah, disturb you, did I?"

His voice from behind the metal and leather sounded different, too. Savage. Inhuman.

"No, Jimmy, I was just curious..."

You gazed at the wailing woman on the table. Dear god, she was a mess... her arms and thighs were a mosaic of cuts, some more refined and artistic, some deep and rough, careless. She was almost bare, her under dress riding up enough to only cover her breasts, and only a small pair of knickers on her bottom. You hummed in approval; James listened to your rules against seeing his victims naked unless necessary. But you quickly turned your attention to her stomach, because that was certainly a sight to behold! Around the navel, there were a few deep lacerations, one of them definitely deep enough to penetrate muscle and cut into the intestine. The blood flowing out in rhythm with the erratic pulses of her heart covered her pristine underwear, making her look downright pornographic. It wasn't hard to understand his savage interests in such moments - the bloody, shining gash on her stomach was a curious sight, to say the least. It truly looked nasty; that must be why she was writhing in pain so much. She seemed to beg for your help, but it was unintelligible - besides, there was no saving her now, she had lost too much blood. Not that you would have saved her otherwise - she would just run to the nearest police officer and get you and your husband arrested. Accepting James might be hard at times, but seeing him executed while people leered at his undeniably painful demise would have been much harder. He was hard to love, and hard to let go of.

You trailed your hand over her split stomach, ignoring the thrashing and protests.

"May I?", you asked.

James' eyes lightened up even more, humanity mixing with the animal in him.

"Would I ever deny my darling wife to share my pleasures?", he replied in his syrupy voice distorted by the metal mask, the terrifying sound making your head spin. He was the only one who could scare you yet make you feel so safe.

You kept looking him in the eyes, barely visible under the eye protection, while slowly putting two fingers into the woman's wound. You were terrified, but you just wanted to tease your James just a bit, just a tad... It was wonderful. The quiet, pained screech, the blood exploding under your fingertips and the pulse of her insides. It felt like touching something slimy, is that what James felt upon fingering your cunt? He absolutely adores doing it, and now you see why; the texture is nothing short of divine. Your ministrations had a great effect on your husband, as he started panting and gripped the edge of the table the woman was sprawled on. Oh, he was hungry like a wolf at that moment. You let go of the victim's body after just two seconds, slightly disgusted with yourself, observing your bloodied hand and James' face. It was hard to see anything but his nose and eyebrows through the mask, but you knew he was more aroused than ever. In fact, you feared him. He was terrifying in his murderous attire, even more so now that his body language radiated pure hunger. You held his killer gaze for a few long seconds until something made him glance away. Right. The woman.

To your surprise, she was still making noises despite the blood loss. James walked right past you, close to her face, and held her cheek almost tenderly. Her gaze was unfocused, but she tried to squirm away from his touches. In response he just gripped her chin tight and tutted at her hazy thrashes. He raised his blade and sliced her neck open, so deep the blood exploded in his face. She went quiet rather quickly after that.

You saw him kill a dozen times, yet it always stunned you just how predatory it looked. His muscles taut, the vulgar display of vitality, as if he absorbed the life force of his newest victim.

Slowly, James turned to face you. He was dead silent, and at that angle you couldn't see his eyes. Your instinct told you to back away, so, naturally, you stepped forward, your thighs slick with arousal from the fear and guilt.

The growl that came from his throat was definitely unexpected. But more surprising was his direct action - he gripped your shoulders tightly and led you into the chaise-lounge next to the table. He pushed you hard onto it, making you gasp, and he pressed your shoulders to the soft pillows as if you were to be another victim. That particular thought went straight to your pussy.

"James... maybe after you clean up after yourself?", you suggested in the most sultry voice you could. Ah, did you have to tease him so much? He was impatient, after all! The tension from the kill had to be resolved somehow.

"Nonsense, dove-" he was already pulling up your gown, "I need to take my fellow murderess... now "

You bit your lip, nervous. Were you really a murderess?... that girl was already half dead when you touched her wound! You were merely an accomplice, and...

Oh, you forgot you didn't wear any panties until you felt the cold air hit your pussy. He gripped your thighs and left blood handprints all over, making you forget your guilt. Your dress was all red now, too, as he used it as some sort of napkin to clean himself after his meal. He was savage today, but even now he remembered to at least taste you before taking you. He attempted to take off his mask and you whined.

"James... no, keep it"

He chuckled darkly. Then, he spoke with his metallic, leathery voice:

"Oh? If that is to your tastes, dearest wife..."

He wasted no more time after that. He almost ripped the silky dress off in his hurry, and slipped out of his pants with an impatient growl. Oh, you looked like a prey ready to be ravaged. He groped you all over before sinking his painfully hard cock inside you, leaving bloody handprints on your waist and breasts and neck. You looked like a masterpiece of pain. You whined, the stretch was pretty painful despite your wetness. He looked like a feral beast above you; his terrifying mask making him look like a strange monster taking you all for himself. The thought felt so erotic you could barely stand it, and you whined. Oh, his girth felt so invigorating...

He fucked the same way he killed. Impatiently, roughly, and yet meticulously, both in control and completely out of it. His moans were distorted by the mask, and it felt as if he was all around you, he was in your brain as much as in your cunt. It felt divine, to be violated by that beastly killer, by your beloved husband. Sweet, honeymoon lovemaking with him was terrific, but the desecrating pace he treated you with right now was a feeling no other man could recreate. You gripped his shoulders, staining the back of his shirt with your bloodied fingers, bringing his body closer. Each thrust was punctuated by your obscene moans; he slid himself in at a slightly upward angle, hitting your sweet spot hard each time.

You whined and whined, and he slid his bloody fingers past your parted lips, making you taste his victim’s blood. Your guilt was all-encompassing, yet it felt so good to give in, even just once. Morality was for the stupid, uneducated folk, James used to say. Regulations, rules, faith; all of it is supposed to limit freedom of thought and action. You believed every word of his, no matter how ridiculous it all sounded in the context of his serial murders.

He always knew when you were close, always knew just how and when to toy with your pussy with his red hands and when to edge himself so you two finish at the same time. He had a thing for it, it felt like unity, like your bodies were truly one.

You thought he would never kill you, but he did it quite frequently. You died a little death many times with him, unravelling beautifully under his strong body, core exploding with spasms and locking his seed deep in you. You two came as one, him filling you up, making your mixed releases drip down and combine with all the blood. In this moment, you were his victim and he was your killer, taking you from life and lifting your soul up, or maybe dragging it down to hell, for a few seconds of blissful pleasure.

You always envied his victims. Oh to see his face as the last thing before you fade away, oh to feel him inside you as you pass! The blood all over your body, his mask and the body nearby made you feel such eroticism and guilt...

He pulled out with a whine and tucked himself into his pants, pulling your dress over your dirty body soon after. The casual nature of the situation made your head spin in confusion. That was it?... he can just get up like that, like nothing happened? You were panting, staring at his body, beautiful and shiny with sweat. He took his mask off, revealing a devilish grin.

“Miss Evers! Bring me fresh linens and draw a bath for my wife, would you?”

[ivymarquis]

Hi loves 💕💕 I saw requests are open so I figured I'd send one in! I absolutely love your work you're so talented and I binge read all of your fics!!

I would like to request fem reader x soap where Soaps wife adopted a dog she found on the streets and keeps her even though he hates the idea.( he has a cannon fear of dogs which I find a little funny) slowly but surely he warms up to the dog but not fully. While he's out on a mission there's a robbery and the dog protects the reader and scares off the intruder. Soap hears about this and is instantly is best friends with the dog because even though he hates dogs he loves that the pup will protect his wife (I also hc that mabey it's not a street dog but a retired k9 reader adopted to feel safe while he was gone and she just didn't tell him until he comes home and sees a dog. it's up to you what you pick💓)

Hello anon I appreciate your patience!! I did pick and choose a wee bit to make the fic make sense for me, I hope you like it!

The Exception to the Rule

Pairing| Soap x Reader Rating| T Word Count| 1.9K Content/Warnings| Housekeeping first- this fic is SFW so if you find it in the tags I won’t be bothered about minors reading it but I am an MDNI blog and I will block any minors or ageless blogs who follow me. Got it? Cool. The author is an American attempting to write a Scottish accent, likely inaccuracies about how military dogs in general or bomb dogs in specific work. Allusions to prior animal injury, allusion to potential dog choking (in the context of choking off a working dog who won’t release its quarry), allusion to home invasion, dog bites, Johnny is not happy, the author does not condone getting animals you know your partner has issues with (but the plot necessitates it so on we go!)

Soap knows his wife well enough to know when she’s taken a “ask for forgiveness rather than permission” course of action. It’s written all over her face when she accepts his FaceTime call and answers his greeting of “What did ya dae, hen?“ with a “Please don’t be mad.”

Now certain men might have to worry about their brides stepping out on them on deployment. Soap knows her well enough to not even entertain that notion, so the wheels start turning for what exactly she could have done that has her looking this guilty out the gate.

The answer comes very suddenly in the form of a bark on the other end of the screen.

John Soap MacTavish sputters, something he is not often inclined to do, “Is that a fuckin’ dog?” And not just a dog. That wasn’t a little yappy fluffball who can be picked up with two fingers if need be. It sounds like one of the damn bomb dogs always yapping over in the kennels.

“Please don’t be mad!” She pleads again.

“Well a’m not happy, that’s for sure. Where and why did ye git that thing?”

This is completely out of character for her. Soap’s disdain for dogs (and why) is well known. She bloody well knows. So what the hell?

“It’s not permanent! You said this deployment would be a long one, and there’s been break ins in the neighborhood and I got nervous and my friend told me about this rescue group that helps rehome retired military dogs.” Her explanation is all in one breath. “They approved us” (Us??) ”as a foster family. He’s already got applications in for a permanent home. It just feels,” she pauses to catch her breath, and Soap can feel himself softening ever so minisculely to the dog- as long as he’s on the other side of the world, away from it, “safer here, with him here since you’re gone. The break ins have been really scary, they haven’t caught the guy yet.”

Fucking hell how is he supposed to argue with that? Especially if there’s some prick on the loose breaking into houses.

“Cujo better nae be oan th’ bed wi’ ye,” he grouses, acquiescing while still making his displeasure known.

“His name is Kabar and I’ll have the bed freshly stripped when you’re due back I promise.”

Soap is a god damn sucker for those pleading doe eyes, giving a big exasperated sigh to signal he’s letting her off the hook. “Fine. Bit he better be gaen by th’ time I pull intae th’ driveway. Let’s see th’ damn thing then,” Christ he hopes it’s not a Belgian Malinois. He knows they’re popular for military dogs but his darling is not built to handle a maligator, retired or not.

“Okay hang on,” she replies, notably cheerier as she taps the screen.

It’s a German Shepherd, thank fuck (Johnny must be having a stroke to be grateful for the sight of a German Shepherd in his bed)

He knows as well as anyone else they can be intense, but they’re a step down from the Malinois at least.

The coloring is traditional, but Soap’s brain starts nudging him that something is wrong with the dog. It takes a moment to click before he realizes the problem.

The damn dog only has three legs. “Is he a tripod?” The question is out before he can stop himself because no he is not inquiring about the damn dog. It was just a thought that escaped.

“He is a disabled veteran!” His bride corrects cheekily, before much more solemnly adding “He was a bomb dog.”

Oh Christ. He did not need to know that. Doesn’t need to think about the damn animal waking up one day with four legs and clocking in to work with his handler before boom.

“A’m only entertaining this because of the break ins, hen, am ah clear?”

Maybe having that booming bark rattling the windows will keep any would-be intruders at bay. This is the worst part of the job- being stuck on what might as well be the other side of the world when she’s got something to deal with.

“Absolutely crystal clear!” She’s all too agreeable, pleased as hell to have her cake (the dog) and eat it too (Johnny tolerating it).

Somehow this is going to blow up in his face and he’s going to permanently end up with a fucking military dog he doesn’t want, he just knows it.

But there’s no fucking way he can tell her No. Absolutely not. He goes back today, with a potential threat lurking around the neighborhood. He’d never forgive himself.

The rest of the conversation is much more in line with what he usually anticipates with their phone calls being- He doesn’t much like talking about work off the clock although lets her know of any interesting shenanigans around the base, and listening with baited breath as she regails him of tales both extraordinary and, well, extra ordinary.

Usually their phone calls end when she passes out in bed, and they’re perfectly poised to continue that habit tonight also.

“Ye made sure all th’ doors and windows are locked, hen?” He asks as she starts snuggling into the bedding underneath her.

“Yeah Johnny, I,” she cuts herself off with a big yawn “-I double checked them.”

It’s a few minutes later that the phone slips from her hand, camera pointing at the ceiling as she drifts off.

Johnny can almost imagine he’s at home laying on his back, watching the rhythmic movements of the ceiling fan in time with his lovely girl snoring slightly in his ear (despite her verbose protests that no she doesn’t snore- okay. Whatever you say, gorgeous.)

It’s an incredibly comforting moment that lets him feel a bit closer to home that is ruined by the sound of snuffling by the speaker.

The dog’s nose appears on screen, the angle making him look like an aardvark as he sniffs the phone before laying down, presumably relishing in the fact there’s not a damn thing Soap can do about this situation.

“Ye better keep an eye oan my girl, Cujo.” Soap grumbles as he begrudgingly hangs up the phone.

The mission ends quicker than expected- substantially quicker- and as content as Soap is with getting home he also is annoyed.

The mission got cut so short, and it’s so damn late by the time Soap is driving home that he knows the fucking dog is still there. The agreed upon date has not yet passed, which means that fuck is lazing about on his side of the bed.

Not to mention the mere obstacle of convincing a former military dog he’s never met, in the middle of the night, that yes this is his fucking house and he’s the one paying the bills around here and yes that actually is his spot on the bed so kindly fuck off.

At a point during his drive home, a police car flies by him. Then another. Then another.

Must be the fucker that’s been breaking into homes. Hopefully he gets caught and that’s one less thing to worry about when Johnny leaves again.

Except the red and blue lights seem to be fucking honed in from the spot that he’s steadily driving to, and Johnny’s convinving himself that he’s seeing things. There is no way that those lights and sirens are stemming from his house, thank you very much.

Even still, he feels himself driving faster. The sooner to quiet his anxiety that’s brewing.

The anxiety doesn’t dissipate as he makes each turn to his home. If anything it gets worse.

Because all that noise and the flashing lights are stemming from his own fucking home. Johnny can barely get the thing in park before he’s flying out of the vehicle. He can hear screams and specifically her crying and in an instant Johnny’s beyond being keyed up.

One of the officers attempts to intercept Johnny- thinks he’s just some nosy fuck from who knows where- and it takes everything in him not to blow his top entirely as he cuts the man off with a stern “This is mah house ‘n she’s mah wife!”

The sound of his voice booming into the night is enough to catch her attention and bring her running to him. Johnny embraces her as she flings herself at him, crying into his shirt as he strokes her back and soothes her.

He can piece together the general what happened, although he’s completely unaware of the details.

One piece begins to fit into place as he starts to hear what all the screaming is. His initial attention completely fixated on ensuring his wife is whole and hale, now he can check that off the mental list he now has the bandwidth to listen to the bellowing.

“Git it aff me! Och Jesus, someone git it aff o' me!”

“Cannae git th’ damn thing tae release him,” Johnny hears one of the officers comment dryly.

“Can always choke him off if the owners can’t git him tae let go,” the other one supplies.

“Eh, ah guess,” the first one responds in a bored tone that makes it clear he has a this guy fucked around and now he’s finding out, and I don’t see a reason to hurry- the dog looks happy anyway, stance to the situation.

On the side of the house, face down in the grass is the man who presumably broke inside.

He is so incredibly lucky there are witnesses and a sobbing wife to curtail the dark, angry thoughts swirling around in Johnny’s brain. Otherwise all it would take would be one phone call to Laswell and this prick disappears forever.

Attached to the calf of that man is Cujo, happily laying on the ground with his tail wagging slowly like his teeth aren’t sunk inside a man’s flesh. If the dog gets too annoyed with the man’s wiggling he shakes him like a chew toy, starting up a fresh round of someone git this fucking dog aff o’ me! until he lays still.

The mention of choking the dog off the would-be intruder doesn’t slip past his darling in the slightest, looking up at him with wet, pleading eyes.

Damn it all, he’s always a sucker for that look.

“Johnny, do you know how to make him let go? I don’t want him choked!”

He decides she’s probably better off not being told how often that ends up having to happen, and that Cujo will be just fine minus a few brain cells if push comes to shove.

But he has spent enough time (against his will, mind) around the dogs that he’s learned the basic commands over the years through repeated exposure.

“No promises, hen, bit we’ll see.” The dog has never met him a day in his life- there’s no guarantee he’s going to listen to a man that’s a stranger barking orders at him, but Johnny gives the sharp German command anyway.

To his surprise, the dog lets go immediately and turns towards them, giving the skipping lope that a 3 legged dog does before placing himself in a heel at Soap’s side, eyes wide and head tilted.

Johnny doesn’t want to think about what could have happened tonight if it wasn’t for Cujo- Kabar- taking such an involved roll in apprehending the man stupid enough to break into his home.

And he’s most assuredly not magically over his aversion to dogs- especially military dogs- but he might be able to tolerate an exception if it means having some peace of mind that his wife is safe at home.

[ventique18]

Can we all appreciate how well this event did Trey? He was so damn cool the entire time. Like, seriously seriously. 101% amazing. He really had Vil and Azul, two housewardens, participating in his playbook and entrusting the decision-making to him. He managed to get NRC, the school whose students would rather die than cooperate, fight together like a well-oiled machine.

If the dorms weren't so weird as to strictly embody the seven's spirit in everything they do, I'd dare say Trey is overall more fitting to be their dorm's leader. I know he doesn't want to and would rather stay as low-key as he could possibly be, but damn does he have the natural talent for it. Even as a vicewarden, in a way he's some sort of shadow leader because Riddle listens and unconsciously follows whatever he says.

Honestly, I think it would be great if Riddle could earnestly learn from Trey. While Riddle's form of leadership is hitting his followers until they're bleeding, Trey lets them fuck up and learn from their mistakes, like what he did in his Dorm Uniform vignette. While it's true that the spirit of Heartslabyul is strictly following a rule to the letter and there's no one who embodies that more than Riddle, their dorm would function so much better if the warden wasn't so feared by his own men.

Anyway Trey doesn't want to be a leader and would rather quietly support from the background, while Riddle likes to charge headfirst and get things over with, so I guess it works for them?

At the end of the day though, all that matters is both Riddle and Trey got a seal of approval from the king himself. 😌💅

[kirby0strombolli]

Ghostface | Matt Sturniolo P2

'What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

ghostface!matt x reader

Chapter 2: ghost.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

warnings: kissing, blood, that's probably it.

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As she hastily pulled on her cowgirl outfit, complete with a fringed vest, denim shorts, and a wide-brimmed hat, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. The events of the night still lingered in her mind, casting a shadow over her thoughts.

But little did she know, things were about to get even more intense...

As the darkness engulfed the room, leaving her heart racing and her mind swimming with fear, a sudden knock on the door shattered the eerie silence.

Her breath caught in her throat as she hesitated, her pulse quickening with each passing second. Who could be knocking at this hour?

With trembling hands, she approached the door, her thoughts consumed by the terror of the unknown. Yet, as she swung the door open, relief washed over her like a tidal wave.

Matt stood there, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes widening in appreciation as they fell upon her. But something was off about him. He wore a cloak draped over his shoulders, and in his hand, he held a menacing mask.

"Wow," he breathed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Let's ride, cowgirl."

Her cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, her heartbeat quickening at the sight of his approving gaze. Despite her lingering suspicions, she found herself unable to resist the pull of his charm.

Feeling a twinge of disappointment that Matt hadn't opted for a matching costume, she remarked, "Matty, we were supposed to be matching," giving him a playful pout.

"I know, baby, just a...little change of plans, that's all," Matt replied with a charming smile, though she couldn't shake off the feeling of suspicion that nagged at the back of her mind.

After all, they were heading to a halloween party, and Matt was known for his eccentric sense of humor.

Putting her fears aside, she flashed him a shaky smile and joined him as they made their way to the car.

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As they drove to the party, Matt's behavior became increasingly erratic. Her heart raced with a mixture of fear and confusion as Matt's touches grew rough and demanding.

As they made their way to the party, she couldn't shake the feeling of Matt's intense gaze burning into her. His grip on her thigh was tight, almost possessive, sending shivers down her spine.

And when their eyes met in the dim light of the car, she couldn't help but notice a hint of something dark and sinister lurking behind his usual charm.

"How do I look?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

She couldn't help but giggle at his attempt at humor. "Like a ghost...face?" she replied playfully, gesturing to his mask.

Matt's eyes widened slightly, causing suspicion to arise once again about his demeanor.

But before she could dwell on her suspicions any further, Matt's lips crashed down on hers, his kisses rough and demanding. Lost in the heat of the moment, she melted into his embrace, her doubts momentarily forgotten in the rush of desire.

"You look so good, baby," Matt whispered huskily between kisses, his touch growing more insistent with each passing moment.

Her breath hitched as she melted into his embrace, her skin tingling with anticipation. Their kiss deepened, fueled by an undeniable passion that threatened to consume them both.

Her fingers trailed along the curve of Matt's jawline, her nails grazing his skin with a tantalizing tease. With a low groan, Matt deepened the kiss, not pulling away, leaving them both breathless.

Matt's hands roamed eagerly over her body, igniting a hunger that pulsed through her veins.

Lost in a haze of desire, she barely registered the sound of laughter echoing outside the car until someone knocked on the car window, their mocking taunts piercing the night air.

Their passionate encounter was interrupted by the sound of mocking laughter echoing outside the car. Matt's mood shifted in an instant, his grip on her thigh tightening even further as he leaped out of the car to confront the intruder.

"Stay here," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.

As she sat alone in the car, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, desire, and suspicion battled for dominance as she tried to make sense of the events unfolding around her. But as she stared out into the darkness, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

Something wasn't right.

And as she watched Matt disappear into the night, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to plunge headfirst into a nightmare from which there would be no escape.

But as she sat alone in the silent darkness, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air, jolting her from her stupor. With a racing heart, she stumbled out of the car, her eyes scanning the deserted street in search of the source of the sound.

In the distance, a masked figure darted away into the shadows, leaving her frozen in terror.

At that exact moment , her phone buzzed twice, breaking the tense silence that hung in the air. With trembling hands, she retrieves her phone from her pocket, her heart pounding with apprehension as she reads the messages from Matt.

matt go ahead to the party, baby :) i'll be right there

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she made her way to the party, her mind clouded with uncertainty. But as she stepped into the crowded room, surrounded by masked strangers, one thought echoed in her mind:

where was matt?

As she searches for Matt in the dimly lit room, she's surrounded by a chaotic mix of Halloween costumes. Everywhere she looks, there are ghosts, ghouls, and monsters, each one scarier than the last, staring at her, like she was covered in blood.

The air feels heavy with suspense, and the flickering lights create creepy shadows that seem to move on their own. It's like walking through a haunted house, with every step sending a chill down her spine.

That was when she finally spotted him, her shock undeniable.

He was carrying the Ghostface mask.

"No way," she murmured to herself, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts, refusing to accept the possibility that Matt could be involved in something so...so evil.

He was carrying the Ghostface mask. 'The same mask-' But her thoughts were interrupted as Matt strode over to her.

She freezes on the spot as her gaze flickers to a flash of red and a glint of something being tucked into his waistband, causing her to recoil slightly in apprehension.

"What's that?" she asks, her curiosity tinged with dread.

"Somethin' for later, don't you worry your pretty face about it," he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as she blushes furiously.

She looks down at her shoes, her mind racing with unease, but her thoughts are abruptly interrupted when Matt gently lifts her chin.

Her eyes widen in horror as she catches a glimpse of a shiny knife, its blade stained with blood.

A chill runs down her spine as her laughter dies in her throat, fear gripping her heart in its icy embrace.

Matt's eyes bore into hers, and in that moment, she feels a sense of overwhelming dread wash over her.

Frozen in place, she pales at the sight of the bloody knife, her mind reeling with the implications of what she has just witnessed.

"What's the matter, y/n?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

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milk chocolate #7 w/ sir crocodile if you please!!!! ^_^ i'd really appreciate it if it could be masc reader but gn is fine too ! thanks in advance ! 🧡

I increased the word limit only to exceed it yet again

Anyways. For this one I made it yandere, hope you enjoy it!

Yandere Crocodile x Masc!Reader

1.7k words

Prompt:

I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.

It was more than a little surprising when Sir Crocodile had reached out to your family wanting to do business together. All of you had been extremely skeptical to agree to even meet up to discuss the matter. Your parents never bought into the idea that a pirate turned warlord could ditch his life of crime to peacefully open and run a casino, and you didn’t either.

Everything about him felt shady to you, but not unfamiliar. You’re a businessman, you’ve met some slimy motherfuckers in your day. Sir Crocodile gave the impression of someone who liked to have a hand in every pot, as well as someone who wouldn’t hesitate to backstab anyone if he thought it would benefit himself.

In short, you had his number.

If you had it your way, the offer would have been shot down and never entertained. Unfortunately, you're not the one calling the shots in the family business. Your parents may be starting to step back and let you control more, but they were still extremely present and were the ones to make the final decisions. 

And for whatever reason, they bit. As much as you hated it, you would be moving forward with the new location. Loathed as you were to admit it, you could see their reasoning. With how successful and popular his casino Rain Dinners had gotten, more and more people were coming to Rainbase just to go there. Having an additional store inside the casino’s latest expansion would certainly help to get the business of the people who may have otherwise missed it.

Given that casinos were an environment that encouraged impulsivity, it was to be expected that the fine jewelry your family was known for would catch people’s eyes and entice more purchases. Someone who wins big will feel inclined to get themselves something(s) nice, thus sending the money right back into Crocodile’s hand.

The reasoning for accepting the offer made sense, though you couldn’t help but fear what would come with it. Blackmail and extortion seemed like the most likely possibilities, all of you would have to be on perpetual high alert to prevent any scandals or worse. This partnership will be a tedious one to say the least.

Seeing as that you would one day be in charge of your family’s businesses, it was decided that you would be the one meeting with Crocodile to discuss any questions and important details connected to the new location. You may not like him, but you would prefer to interact with him over your aging parents do so.

At first, everything seemed normal. Discussing things like rent and utility costs, or what his cut of the store’s sales would be was something you expected and came prepared for. The debate on his percentage was a long one, but you walked away from it mostly content with the result. It was slightly higher than you would have preferred, but he did throw in some stocks, so it will likely balance out so long as the casino doesn’t crash and burn.

As time went on, the meetings progressively made less and less sense. For whatever reason, Crocodile felt the need to have you come to the casino to approve of the store’s layout. The contractors your family employed have been working for them since they opened the first store, you had full faith in their ability to make it to your family’s liking. Having you come in just to agree that you approved of the blueprints seemed pointless, but whatever. There are worse things he could do.

Then he wanted to see a catalog of what you planned to have on display. It was beyond you why he needed this information. Jewelry and the sales of it were your forte, not his. Honestly you felt a bit insulted that he thought you needed his input, but you bit your tongue and showed him the created selection.

Right now, though? The current meeting was nothing short of ridiculous. He had requested your presence at Rain Dinners yet again. You were sitting across from him in a private booth in the casino, nursing a glass of bourbon.

It’s been almost an hour already and he hasn’t brought up your store once. At first you thought that maybe he was waiting on his assistant to bring some documents, but you doubted that more the longer this went on for. He should have gotten irritable by now, but instead he appeared to be shockingly content.

Perhaps he was just enjoying your company? You had to resist the urge to snort at the absurdity of that idea. Of course that wasn’t the case. He wanted something, you just had no idea what.

The ice in your drink clinked against the glass as you swirled it around absentmindedly. Clearing your throat, you cut to the chase, “Why am I here?”

Crocodile grinned, “I’m surprised it took you this long to ask.” He shot back the rest of his own drink before reaching into his coat pocket for a cigar. There was no sense of urgency in the action, he was confident you would patiently wait. The cigar was held between his teeth, and he made a show of checking for his lighter. “It would seem I forgot my lighter. Be nice and light this for me.”

The fact that he was taking his sweet time answering your question was annoying the hell out of you, but if it meant getting him to talk, then fine. You pulled out your own lighter and reached forward and up to light his cigar. His excessive height made it more than a little awkward to do this, but you were successful.

Your fingers drummed impatiently on the table as he took a drag from it. He chuckled at the display, then stood up from the table, “I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.”

With that, he walked away. Your jaw dropped at the audacity. Was this some kind of game to him? Forget this, you weren’t going to sit here all day while he messed with you. Downing the rest of your drink, you grab your jacket and make a move to get out of the booth.

Suddenly, several guards block you in. Your pulse begins to quicken. You tried to keep your voice even, “Move. I’m leaving.”

“No you’re not.” The statement was spoken so matter-of-factly that it honestly gave you pause. You shook your head. They had no authority over you, why should you listen to these goons? You try to push past them only to get violently shoved back into the booth.

Oh. This was bad. Did Crocodile already manage to get some dirt on your family? Not seeing any other option, you sit up and elect to stay put. You pull out your pack of cigarettes and light one up. You’re definitely going to need it with the way things are going.

It wasn’t long before the warlord returned. The guards dispersed immediately, you suppose it makes sense that they would no longer be needed with someone as powerful as him here. He was carrying a transponder snail that was set on the table ominously. Just what the hell did he need that for? Who else was getting involved in this damned meeting?

All you do is glare at Crocodile while you wait for him to drop whatever bombshell he had up his sleeve. Fortunately, it seemed he was done making you wait. “I think we would make a great team.”

A team? You weren’t completely sure what he was getting at. “We’re already business partners in a sense, what more do you want?”

“I didn’t mean it that way. I’m interested in you. Romantically.”

The abruptness of the confession knocks the wind out of you, and against your better judgment, you start laughing. This whole situation felt fake, like you were going to wake up in bed any minute. 

So that’s what this all was about. He was looking to get more money and power from your family, and he was going to do so by either a marriage or by getting blackmail on you. He was far from the first person to try and do this to you, and you were far too experienced to fall for it.

A click followed by the ringing of the transponder snail snapped you out of it. Crocodile’s expression was extremely unamused, unlike yours. He forces the receiver into your hands and you’re left confused. The call goes through, and you hesitantly bring the receiver to your mouth, “Hello? Who am I speaking with?”

Everything was silent for a moment, then a familiar voice came through. “(Y/N)? Oh god they have you, too,” your mother’s voice wavered and it sounded like she was struggling not to have a breakdown. 

Your heart drops into your stomach. “This is sick! Where is she?! What did you do to her?!” It’s taking everything you have not to launch yourself over the table at Crocodile and try to strangle him with the cord.

“Calm down! M-Maybe it would be best if you… if you just agree to whatever he’s asking you. Please.” Your mother was frantic, worried for not only her own well being but yours too.

You wanted to refuse and hold strong, but your brain caught up to the problem at hand and recognized how bad of an idea that would be. He had at least one of your parents at an undisclosed location with who knows how many of his henchmen. If you piss him off your mother is as good as dead.

That bastard had you exactly where he wanted you and he knew it. He planned it out perfectly. There was no way out of this situation that didn’t work in his favor. Through gritted teeth, you looked Crocodile in the eyes and spat out, “Fine.”

He chuckled, then plucked the receiver out of your hands to hang it up. Before you could reach for it to call back and ensure that your parents were going to be safe now, you were dragged out of the booth by the warlord himself. 

“You’re a smart man, I knew you would come around. Let’s have dinner together and we can discuss how things are going to be from now on.”

[howyouloveyourdragon]

𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋-𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱

only fair masterlist

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 ( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 , 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱 , 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 ) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : ²⁴⁰⁴

(𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔠к 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 throughout the night as Rhaenyra joined you in your giggling. She didn't hold back as she made one jest after another. She couldn't help it when you looked so pretty and joyful. Your match wasn't made for lust and nor was it made for power, a trailing blaze warmed her as much as Syrax as she took your left hand in her own. She tried to look at you but one glance and she was gone again. Viserys watched his children, he watched as their eyes crinkled from joy and their teeth sparkled in the candlelight. For once he watched his Y/n appreciatively. He knew he wasn't the father she wished she had but it pleased him to see her happy. Alicent from beside him didn't appear so pleased as she stirred her goblet and stewed in her misery. She wouldn't let them out of her sight for a second. A lump lodged in her throat at the idea of her daughter riding Syrax, of being happy without her. Alicent's eyes glared as she tried to cast her mind to other things but the question still remained. Would Rhaenyra turn you against her? Alicent barely left you out of her sight for fear you would be stolen from her again. Truly how deep did Rhaenyra's hatred for her stem, surely this wasn't a ploy to hurt her even further... Her throat constricted and she choked once she spotted Rhaenyra's shoulder bump against yours. She tried to simmer as her husband crept his hand across to hold her firm. When he turned to her he smiled warmly and ever the obedient wife she returned it though not without her own nerves clearly present in her clenched face. Always the clever fool, Viserys ignored it and instead toasted to his sweet children's union.

She watched as Rhaenyra's face softened and as tough a candle had blown out so did her wonder. She had done this for her father's approval. Of course she had. She had taken everything and she would continue to take everything until Alicent lay on her deathbed. She stole her son's eye, she stole her daughter, she was now commenting on a possible union between Jacaerys and Helaena, stealing her other daughter in the process, she would take the throne...This was surely not about petty rivalry but an unadulterated desire to inflict a worse pain on her than she gave. It was only when Y/n raised her glass and smiled at her so fondly that her thoughts ceased. "I want to thank my mother," she said. Alicent's heart fuzzed at the sound, her head raised in surprise. She dropped her lower lip as she watched. She watched as Rhaenyra grasped her daughter's hand and squeezed in encouragement. She watched as the same warm smile Rhaenyra had sent herself in their youth to Y/n instead. She watched as they gripped and flirted with one another all night and day. Alicent watched. The light had finally found purchase once more in Rhaenyra's smile. "for she has given me love, warmth and prosperity." Alicent had nearly forgotten her Y/n was speaking she was so entranced in her face. It was kind and innocent and she wanted to hide it from the world, to protect her. "The miracle was not my birth as she claims." Y/n chuckled, Alicent joined her, dipping her head as the laughter left her. "it is the ongoing in her smile, how she doesn't understand but tries to." Y/n lip wobbled and soon Alicent's eyes pricked and her throat was engulfed in her own hand. Y/n took a deep breath. "The day has come where I must split my heart but I have every intention of half with you. I love you, mother." She paused before raising Rhaenyra to stand beside her, both of them giddy with excitement. The spell broke as Alicent's eyes drew to the hand her former-friend was now cupping your stomach with. A stomach she had not noticed had swollen. No...no...

Her eyes lifted in shock and despair as your smiling face lit up with glee. "We hope your love can expand a little wider." You laughed happily. She would never grow sick of the sound but she would at the meaning behind it. A wrench in her gut twisted as wickedly as Rhaenyra grin. "We are expecting another mouth to feed soon so we hope your hospitality is not conditional." The heir gleamed around the table as cheers and congratulations were spread amongst the room.

You beamed as your wife pressed you against her like a clingy bear and doted on you throughout the night but it didn't stop the intensity of your mother's prying eyes. The stare of betrayal wrestled itself inside her eyes and you were not so blind as your father as to be able to ignore it. But rather than argue with your mother you founnd yourself smiling in Rhaenyra's arms. Her elated heart pounded against you as though devoting her love for you and you relished in it. Your eyes closed as she soothed your head back. Her children had welcomed you and persisted their kindnesses to you throughout the year of your marriage and you couldn't love them more dearly if you tried. Jace took it upon himself to beam at you and talk excitedly about dragon eggs and Valyrian names and so you listened even though your weary eyes struggled to reopen themselves. Rhaenyra's warm and gentle kiss pressed against you lovingly, winding arms tugging you even closer. Viserys struggled to stand but did so nonetheless, a familiar smile of approval permeating. Your father was not the best of men but he cared for you, you knew that. He wanted you happy and that was enough as he led the chorusing well-wishes. Rhaenyra's hand lay soft against your bump and rubbed gently. Gone were her teasing smirks and brass nature, it had long since been replaced with longing glances and protective cups of your cheeks. The warmth of the dragon permeated like a waft of hope as your heart swelled at the sights around you, even Aemond offered a awkward smile from beneath his hard stare. You couldn't lie and say it hadn't been rough for your relationship with your brother. For as long as you could remember you were promising him a life of grandeur and he denounced so fervently and yet when you married Rhaenyra and he saw you jovial beside Lucerys who practically begged like a sweet dog for your approval, a strain has formed. Perhaps seeing your success in such a future might just help him...Okay maybe not but he was on the right track as he stood and whispered something in your mother's fretful ear.

As the Queen's brow became gentle you knew where his loyalties lay and with it came a release of pressure from your chest. He approached you with caution, glancing at Lucerys as he stepped closer. Aemond hesitated before he outstretched his hand to you. "May I request a dance, dear sister?" He asked respectfully and before you could answer, your wife lifted you from your chair and carefully wrapped your hand in his. As you glanced back at her, Rhaenyra's expression stood prideful and tender. You looked to your brother's hopeful face and nodded. "I would love to." You announced playfully. He snickered as he grinned. Rhaenyra's arm carefully unweaved itself from your waist. She nodded in encouragement and made her own feet pad toward Alicent. Aemond finally returned your smiling gaze and hummed. "I have to say," He murmured. "I had expected you to at least have children after I." You reeled back in mock offence and leant back as he took cautious movements as you danced around the room. From the corner you could spot Jacaerys requesting a dance from Helaena. "I am more sensible than the rest of you!" You disputed light-heartedly. Aemond beamed for the first time in far too long and reminded you of the hardship he had undertaken. The responsibilities he had taken in Aegon's stead. The guilt gnawed at you. Somewhere along the lines your steps slowed and the warmth between you felt more natural. "I'm sorry for leaving." You said. His eye traced the walls to avoid your patient face. Aemond shook his head. "You didn't choose to." He deterred. You sighed and watched your feet. "I also didn't stop it. Aegon is..." You sighed as you searched for the words. "Difficult?" Aemond suggested slowly. You both looked at one another and shared the same burdened smile. "Difficult." You agreed. "But you deserved a childhood as long as you were allowed one and I fear–" He groaned. "Please don't say you–" "Took it from you." You finished firmly. Your motions stopped and so did his. You hand hesitated as it rest against his face. "I'm your big sister, I'm supposed to look after you." Aemond sighed and cast his eye across the room until settling back on your own ones. "You are also a woman, I am a second-born son and should have been first for that I have both privileges and shortcomings but above all I wouldn't replace any of it." You could just make out the water starting to wet his eye. He shook his head and tried to blink them away. "Not if it meant staying your blood and I do not care who else your child shares it with. I will care for it as I care for you." A playful scoff left you. "'it' now is it?" "You said that when Daeron was born!" "I was only eight summers old!" "Your defence?" A harmony sounded in the joy of his laugh, something not heard in years. The peace had finally settled in his smile. "I'll miss you." You told him quietly. He nodded. "I know."

Rhaenyra wore a soft gaze when she looked at Alicent and hesitantly took a seat beside her. It was the first time that she shared that gentle smile with her in too long. Alicent didn't look at her as she leant her head against her hands. "I hope you're pleased, princess." Viserys had since left to speak and dance with Helaena. "You are winning." A frown graced across Rhaenyra's brow. "I do not wish to win, there is no fight." She uttered. Alicent scoffed and looked away. A trigger dropped across Rhaenyra's eyes, they fell to scour over her once-love's face. "There is always a fight." Alicent spat bitterly. "Only if you are searching for a war." Rhaenyra sighed in frustration. Her posture dropped against the chair, her sour mood unhidden. The tiniest ebb of guilt bit at the Queen. When the Targaryen looked at Alicent again she reached to grasp her hand. Alicent's face snapped so their eyes could meet and at the sight her hard gaze began to ease. "Your daughter loves you, she does not even care for what father thought, only you." Alicent's squeezed outside of her own volition but it brought a smile to Rhaenyra's face nonetheless. "She holds you dear to her heart and so do I." Alicent's heart clenched in the princess' grasp, the one it had never quite left. Her eyes lowered to their incriminating hands. "I only want her to be happy." Alicent breathed quietly, tears pricking at her. Rhaenyra's smile returned and suddenly they were children again sneaking through the castle and hiding lemon cakes in their pockets, giggling over the next gossip or another. Finally they mourned the life together they lost. Their eyes connected in a way only a Hightower and Targaryen could love. And eventually Alicent nodded and brought Rhaenyra's hand to her lips to lay upon her knuckles the sweetest of kisses. "You will." She assured. They sat in sweet silence until Alicent's chair scraped against the wooden floor. She left the remnants of her first love and with it cemented her support in her child's union.

Alicent's smile was pleasant when she finally reached her dear daughter. She tapped a deft finger upon your shoulder, successfully stealing your attention. It was surprise that painted your face when you saw her but it didn't halt you from accepting the dance she requested. Together your hands met and bodies welcomed one another. "I wish to give you something, sweet girl." Your mother said, pulling back and holding your hands. Your nerves spiked but calmed at her mellow expression. Alicent hesitated and for a moment you worried she would inquire of the same question she asked of you at your wedding, whether you wished to flee. Instead, she squeezed your hands as though she could read your thoughts for the first time and eased you. "There is a necklace I wore when your wife was named heir, it is golden and I know would suit you greatly." Alicent's breath shallowed and she looked down before rejoining your stare. "I know it would suit you far more than it ever did me." A throb settled in your heart. "It is only fair you are allowed the choices I was too scared of, my brave girl." She raised her hand to press gently on your cheek, patting the soft flesh. She leant her lips to press against your forehead and lingered before bringing you into a tight embrace. The safety of a mother's affection remained yours. "You always come first, child."

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Upside Down- CH 13

Warning: Vivid descriptions of nausea and sickness, alcohol, swearing. As Always, Read Safely.

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Eat Me

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There were many things you had seen throughout your long life. Not much caught you by surprise anymore. However, this… what was a good word for it? Atrocity? Monstrosity? An amalgamation of vile sponge sent from the very depths of the darkest parts of the realms? Summoned forth by the most forbidden rituals in an attempt to taint your soul and flood your blood with the whispers of contemptible desires?

It wasn’t just a cake, that was for certain.

No. It was a curse covered in frosting. And it dug up a primordial and raw panic in you.

The first bite had been fine. In hindsight, it was probably your senses frozen in shock. Some form of survival instinct unlocked to protect you. It was rather tasteless. The texture was all off, somehow crumbly and yet…almost slimy at the same time. It went down rough, as if your body was doing everything it could to prevent it from heading down into your stomach. A tingling was left in your throat, and by the time you had taken your third bite, something rotten inside you was burning. You covered your mouth with your hand, setting down your fork and taking several minutes trying to get to the bottom of how this dessert was so…awful. So many conflicting senses sent your mind swirling. While you weren’t exactly a gourmand, you could tell that Infernal, Mortal, and Holy ingredients were used. Each profile conflicted the other, and quite like the people of each realm themselves, they were fighting to stand on their own. Rather than blend together smoothly to create a robust experience, it tasted as if you had taken a bite of several different meals and chowed down on them at the same time. Fighting each other even culinarily… You would almost be tempted to sit back and think of it poetically if it wasn’t seconds away from coming back up and defiling these graves.

The human beside you mindlessly took more of the cake and swallowed several more bites. Fascination and horror roused within you. It seemed that rather than tasting it, Beel was swallowing the chunks whole, more focused on filling up his stomach than savoring the treat. If you could even call it such a thing. But eventually, he came to his senses, reaching the same conclusion you did, setting down his fork and giving you an awkward side glance. He cleared his throat and searched his mind for the proper words to give. “This is…uh…” He hesitated to even lick his lips for fear of picking up more remnant of the taste.

“Horrible,” you finished for him.

Beel’s face turned apologetic. “I appreciate you taking the time to…make this—“

The words nearly broke you out in a cold sweat. It’s not that you felt you needed to upkeep your reputation for a human, but there was no way on the devil’s scorched earth that you were going to be associated with this dining disaster. “No!” The desperation to your own voice caught you off guard. “I mean, I didn’t make it. A…” You would say acquaintance, even coworker, but now you were wondering if Solomon was in fact an enemy. Olive branch, he said. More like declaration of war. An assassination attempt. Did he do this on purpose to make you look bad in front of the humans you were supposed to protect? Was there some secret message behind the venom inside the cream? “Someone I know made it… I…” Why were you suddenly so flustered? So embarrassed? You were a demon for sin’s sake! You could simply kill a human for looking at you with a crooked eye! Yet, it was probably because of the way this Morningstar was looking at you that had you so thrown off. Like he was appreciative of the cake even though it was perhaps the most inedible thing he had ever held in his hands. Like he would keep eating it if you asked him to, his fingers already brushing against the utensil like he was waiting for your approval. Was he really so gluttonous as to be ready to eat even if it made him sick, even if it killed him? Why? To please you? No, it didn’t quite seem like that. He was kind, yes, but he wasn’t a doormat. Something in him was starving. Something past his mouth, past his stomach, settled all the way into the depths of his soul was clawing at him from the inside. You knew this sensation too. This emptiness.

Guilt.

Hopelessness.

Loss.

The food he was eating was another distraction. Just like Mammon’s shimmering trinkets and Levi’s flashing lights, Beel allowed himself to get absorbed in his own form of self comfort. Each brother seemed to be engulfed in their own little world, swallowed up by their sin and just barely keeping their head afloat. These humans were all drowning, one hand outstretched, waiting for someone to pull them to safety…

You reached over and closed the lid to the take-out box, half tempted to set it ablaze to ensure it would be purified to ashes. However, aside from the fact that it might cause the human to panic, you had to wonder what sort of dangers the toxins in the air would cause… You’d have to dispose of it cleverly. Perhaps manage to open a rift into outer darkness and chuck it where even the fates couldn’t reach. You stood up.

“You don’t have to throw it away.” Beel reached out, almost appearing a bit panicked. This surprised you. You had assumed that this behavior was caused by the death of his sister, but suddenly you had the sense that this was a deep-seeded issue, something that had been with him for a while, exacerbated with Lilith’s passing. The human managed to read your confusion, shifting uncomfortably as he could feel your analyzing thoughts. “I don’t like anything to go to waste,” he explained. “I don’t remember too much of my life before Lucifer brought me home, but…” Beel searched for the words, the memories painful, but still managing to smile. “Every crumb is precious to me. You never know how long it’ll be before you can eat again.”

There was a stirring inside you, and not just the concoction in your stomach. You turned your head up, trying to look past the pollution to see the stars. Something about his sad words poked at old memories. Faded messages from someone your soul refused to forget. What was it they used to say?

“Every second is precious to me. You never know when it will be your last.”

Humans were so fragile. And yet, somehow they continued to thrive. Through war and despair and starvation and destruction they struggle and fight to survive. Even if doing so only adds mere seconds to their lives, they will spill blood to claim those last few seconds.

Greedy things.

Had they fought for more precious seconds right before the end?…

You snapped yourself out of your daze. “Trust me, you’re not wasting anything by not eating this.” The box tucked under your arm, your other hand grabbing Beel’s outstretched hand to help him up. “The sun will be rising soon, we should probably get back before people start waking up.”

A surprising warmth flooded your body as Beel’s hand slipped into yours. He got to his feet before his touch dropped from yours, hurrying back into the pockets of his jacket. He looked down at Lilith’s grave and nodded. “Talk to you soon… I’ll bring Belphie with me next time, I promise.” Silence lingered over the graveyard for moment before he gestured for you to follow him. “We can get out this way.”

The human walked a few steps away from you, your own feet prepared to follow before a faint whisper echoed behind you. It was quiet, so much so, you almost convinced yourself it had been the wind. But even so, the familiar tone to the voice immediately brought tears to your eyes. You turned, almost calling out an old name before the sensation you felt faded. Your hand pressed over a panging in your chest, an old wound that tempted to tear back open. Before you could think anything of it, you brushed it aside as you hearing things. Madness. Auditory hallucinations probably brought about by the unknown ingredients in the cake Solomon made. You had been thinking about them a lot more than usual lately, and now your mind was conjuring up things. That was all. You glanced down at Lilith’s grave.

It was strangely peaceful here.

“Something wrong?”

You turned your head back at Beel before shaking it. “Just hearing things.” In a few steps, you were at his side. As you stood directly next to him, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Something felt…off, but you couldn’t quite discern what it was. A certain detail was different enough for you to notice, but not obvious enough to place. Like how you can tell someone had disturbed a room you’d walked into, but not being able to figure out what had been touched.

Where most people might’ve been off-put by your staring, he simply held your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The longer you looked, the more a little blush seemed to form on his cheeks. He rubbed at the corner of his lips and found a stray dab of frosting, wiping it away on his pants. “Did I get it?” He asked, assuming he’d discovered what you were observing. Letting it go for the time being, you nodded, but something was still bothering you.

The human began to lead you towards the direction you both had come in. Unlike his other two brothers you’d made pacts with, either he wasn’t the particularly curious type, or he knew when to keep questions to himself. He didn’t bother prodding further on how you’d found him or how you knew how to sneak inside or even how you knew he left. He was only focused on getting you two out of there. Near the inside of the fence was a little bush, Beel headed towards it and pulled out a green plastic milk crate. He pushed it towards the perimeter and stood on top of it, bending his knees a little and waving you over. “Here, I’ll help you over.” He laced his hands together and again encouraged you to get closer to him.

It wouldn’t do to simply jump over like usual. So, playing along like a proper human, you placed your foot in his palms. He held you carefully, raising you up and letting you kneel on his shoulders. All the while worrying over you to be careful. You pretended to struggle pulling yourself over, entertaining yourself as you hit the ground on the other side. Beel rushed over, leaping over in such a frenzy, his jacket sleeve tore a little on one of the metal pickets. He nearly fully scooped you up off the ground, picking you up by the small of your back and settling you back on your feet.

“Are you okay?” He worried over you, and while you didn’t particularly care for humans, the attention had the end of your hidden tail twitch. You touched at the fabric of his sleeve with a little frown, wondering if you had taken your act a little too far. Even as you were fiddling with it, he didn’t fret over it. “You’re not hurt or anything?”

“I’m alright,” you responded bluntly, walking a bit down the sidewalk. You approached a public bin and promptly threw the box containing the cake away. You heard Beel strut up behind you, moaning a bit at even just the thought of what it tasted like. “I need to go home and eat something to get rid of that flavor… I should still have that pudding left.” He began to go on a little ramble, daydreaming about different treats. The mood seemed to brighten as he went over his list of snacks he would be consuming as soon as he got his hands on them. His feet began moving as his mind trailed away. Then he stopped, looking over his shoulder at you. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Actually…” You looked down the opposite direction, down the street. “There’s something I’m going to check on first.”

“Oh. Alright. Be safe, okay? Weird things have been happening at night lately. Lucifer keeps pestering us to stay inside. And then of course, he stays out himself…” While almost everyone mentioned their older brother with a bit of anger, Beel only harbored concern and admiration when he spoke of Lucifer. Rather than getting hung up on his older brother again, he moved on from the subject. “Thanks for checking on me… You’re pretty nice. I see why Mammon and Levi like you. See you later.” Without another word, he turned away from you, walking along the streets that would take him back to the house. You stood in place and waited till his frame dissipated in the darkness.

A sigh left your lungs. Your stomach rumbled in a little bit of pain.

“Lucifer…”

Even from the sidewalk across the street from the building, you could pinpoint the window to Lucifer’s office. The light was faint, but still active nonetheless. With a slight roll to your eyes, you approached the front doors, grasping the long and golden vertical handle. It rattled. Locked. With a huff, you took a step back. Of course this was just a waste of time. Why did you think coming here was a good idea anyway? Was it the look on Beel’s worried face? Were you so easily persuaded by a human you had hardly come to know? A swift turn of your feet had you pointing in the direction where you had just come from. But something stopped you. Not quite a voice like before, but like a guided thought, one that didn’t quite feel like your own. It sent a shiver down your spine, bringing about the sensation of deja vu, the same phenomenon you felt earlier just as you were leaving the graveyard. A series of emotions that you roughly translated.

Check on him, please.

A heavy growl left your lungs as you rounded the building to try to find access in through the back. A ripple crossed over your body, shielding your body from view, feeling the comfort that came from not being perceived. You couldn’t stay here for long. You already made a promise to your pact-mates and Simeon that you’d conserve your magic where you could. Even now you were almost trudging your feet, worn out. As you rounded the corner of the structure, you suddenly froze. Magic that was not your own flooded the alley. It was strong, every weave working to repel you from this place. If it weren’t for Solomon’s charm, you might’ve even been pushed all the way back down to the Devildom. It zapped your strength, stirring the remains of the poison in your stomach.

Just across the way from you, leaving the alley from the opposite direction, was a tall man. The source of the magic rang out from his aura, the remains of a spell twinkling off his hands. Was it him? Was he the one going around and protecting this place? Was he the one guarding the Morningstar home as well? Why? Even with the coat across his shoulders, you could tell his build was wide and statuesque. Striking red hair swayed in the breeze and caught the rays of the peeking sunrise, making his presence blaze for a single moment before he turned out of view and sauntered off. You raised an eyebrow, tempted to follow, but giving up on that desire rather quickly. You’d stalked enough human men today. Still… who was he?

The spell hummed in your ears, refusing to leave anytime soon, almost convincing you to give up on Lucifer entirely. But with a silent grumble, you stepped further in to check the back door. Unsurprisingly, it was also locked, but you expected as much. It would simply be easier to break in from here. Rather than use a key like normal people, it seemed that these little number-pads were the way to grant access around here. A quiet demonic spell was chanted in the base of your throat, sparks dancing between your fingertips. You pressed your hand against the numbers and listened to the internal mechanism fry. It chirped as it died and glared at you with a little red eye. For a moment, you wondered if you’d have to resort to breaking in the door or a window. But then just before your hopes of destruction got too high, the eye turned green as you heard a click. You put the brick back down. Whoever put that stupid warding magic here didn’t think everything all the way through, did they?

You smugly entered the building, wandering through the back room and out into the main lobby. You paced around for a little while until you found the metal plating that you recently learned was called an elevator. Humans found the strangest ways to make things easier for them. Normally you’d avoid the flimsy metal box, but part of it fascinated you. You tapped at the buttons and had to restrain yourself from eagerly hitting all of them just to watch them light up and make a satisfying bing. The doors opened and you stepped inside, selecting the floor you knew Lucifer’s office was located.

As the elevator lurched upward, so did your stomach. Everything seemed to swirl around you for a few agonizing seconds, some sort of motion sickness overtaking your senses. The base of your throat clenched as you worked to keep yourself sick. Every muscle in your body tensed. You focused entirely on keeping yourself hidden. The doors opened, the movement stopped, but the sensation didn’t. You crawled your way out of the elevator, trying not to gasp in pain. Working on your breathing, fighting against your own body to settle down.

That cake was doing something to you…

The current wave of sickness passed, a faint tingling sparking through your body. You shuffled your way up to your feet, holding onto the end of some random desk.

The office was empty. Almost every light turned off except for a few. Lucifer’s office was illuminated. His door was wide open…

Panic. Anxiety. You hobbled forward, doing your best to stay silent as you sprinted towards his office door. There had been something odd about the whole thing. You should’ve followed your gut. Maybe that other human had done something. Maybe they weren’t being protected at all… Maybe something had happened. Was he—

As you burst silently into the room, you had to cover your mouth to hold in your breath. The eldest Morningstar was face-down on his desk, hand limply holding a pen. The screen of his computer was still lit up, in the middle of some project. No. No, no, no… You approached his body with a tight chest, imagining the look on his brother’s faces if you had to come home with bad news. Imagining the reprimand you’d get from Simeon once he found out the human had been harmed. Your adventure was over just as you felt like it was starting. You didn’t smell any blood, and you didn’t sense any other magic aside from the human’s from earlier. Careful fingers touched the side of his neck.

Lucifer’s head shot up.

Instinct kicked in before you could stop yourself. Luckily, instead of tearing him to shreds, you simply pushed him, sending him out of his chair and onto the floor. He groaned sleepily, sitting up and grasping the sides of his head. Clearly he was dazed and confused…and perhaps a bit hungover. The smell of human alcohol was now clear.

He had simply passed out.

Your teeth gritted, hands held in front of you in a choking motion, imagining yourself fully throttling him by his scrawny little neck for getting you…unnaturally…perturbed. Then you covered your face, exasperated at yourself for getting so caught up in random emotions.

Lucifer reached up to press his palm against his desktop, clearly exerting himself trying to stand.

It would be…so easy to push him over right now.

You were ready to do it, only two seconds away from sweeping his leg before you heard some sort of shuddering gasp as he settled himself on his feet. The eldest of humans, the biggest pain in the tail you’d come to meet, the man you wouldn’t even want to talk to in your dreams… was on the verge of tears. You took a single step back to observe him slumping back into his office chair, rasping out a curse, looking at his phone and the time and his work before leaning forward and placing his face in his hands.

Now you simply felt…maybe a small bit of repentance. Guilty for being so tempted to quite literally kick a man while he was down. Turning your head to avoid looking at him, you took the steps to walk back out of his office. Past the receptionist’s desk and around the corner of the cubicles, you had remembered seeing a small nook that resembled a mini kitchen; cabinets and a fridge and whatnot. You headed off in that direction and began to rifle through a few things. It didn’t take you too long before you found an empty paper cup. One jaunt over to the nearby water dispenser, and you snuck back towards the office.

Lucifer was in the same position as before, and it was difficult for you to tell if he was crying or simply processing his inebriated thoughts. While his eyes were covered, you settled the cup of water down beside the empty shot-glass. You were really pushing your luck with this, but… you were entitled to do something after pushing him over. This was just making up for that. You didn’t want to owe anything to Lucifer. Now you were even.

Spotting the couch again, you sat down, leaning back and keeping yourself from sighing as you looked out the window.

Great. Now you could relate to this asshole. How infuriating.

“Hm?” Half-lidded eyes finally were free from his hands as he noticed the paper cup before him. Befuddled, he picked it up and smelled it, probably wondering if he’d poured himself another shot. The way he arched his eyebrow almost had you chuckling. “When did I…?” He was clearly quite perplexed. Although, after rubbing his eyes and his forehead for several minutes, he somehow came to the conclusion that he’d gotten it himself. He downed the water quickly with a groan, staring at his computer screen. Any normal being at this point would quit for the day, finding some way to hobble home. This…muddle of a man left you stupefied as he defied all reason, ignored all good sense as he stood, rubbing the back of his head, clearly ready to get back to work. “I need more coffee…”

As he left his office, staggering as he tipped left and right, you kept yourself from scoffing. You had to be kidding. What kind of idiotic, self-sabotaging, prideful moron would go so far as to isolate himself and—

Wait.

No. No this was not the same! Not the same thing. He was a human, it was different! This wasn’t about pride, this was about… something totally unrelated! You and Lucifer were so far from each other, you… you…

You couldn’t think of a proper dispute for yourself.

Maybe it was true… Maybe you were alike, in some aspects. Pushing others away to save face, only to hurt yourself in the process. Pushing yourself to the brink of death just to…to what, prove a point?

What was it you were trying to prove anymore?… You couldn't remember...

Lucifer seemed fine. Well, alive and walking at least. Safe for the moment. You stood up once more, satisfied and frustrated with the events that had just taken place. All you’d come out here for was to show the little voice in the back of your head that the human was unharmed. Now you’d just… go back home— to the home. The Morningstar home. Not your home. Your home was in the Devildom.

Oof. Your thoughts were getting all sorts of jumbled, weren’t they? Sweat started to bead down your forehead. The droplets were cold. Too cold. Like you were much too hot… That was weird.

An intense cramp ran through your entire body, your muscles seized up, your frame crumpling to the floor. For a moment you writhed, reaching out to pull yourself forward, but missing the furniture. It squeaked harshly as you ended up pushing it away from you instead. Panting, gasping, you nearly left claw marks in the flooring as you grasped it again, pulling yourself up to your knees.

The noise alerted the human approaching the office, coming back in as adrenaline rushed through his veins. You could only pray he didn’t see you. Covering your mouth, you held back a scream as another throb forced your vision to go blurry.

Don’t…get…found out…

Crawling behind the shelter of the couch, you forced the sick to stay in your body.

“Who’s there?!”

Hide…Hide away from it all…Then you won’t…

…

A messed up swirl of colors crossed your vision. You reached out a hand and rolled over onto your stomach before collapsing again. By the next time you opened your eyes, even if it felt like only a second, you could tell time had passed. It was a bit brighter now, although wherever you were was still blanketed by shade. Every limb in your body felt weak. Fully opening your eyelids might as well have been like asking you to climb from the lower ring of hell all the way to the tallest tier in heaven in under seven minutes. It took several more attempts before you could press your hands to your head. It took even longer to finally sit up.

You felt like death. Which was rather hilarious considering just the other day you had nearly actually died. Whatever this was felt worse. Every breath you took made you queasy. For too many minutes, you assumed you were back in the Devildom, waking up to the worst hangover you’d had in your vast life. But then the memories slowly started to trickle in. Although there was a very clear black spot in your memory. The last thing you remembered, you had snuck into Lucifer’s office. And now you were… Where were you exactly? Everything was a blur. Blinking didn’t exactly clear up your vision.

This didn’t look like an office. Didn’t look like anywhere…

A long roof covered your head, but this room had no walls, letting light from the outside flood in at all sides. A pergola of some kind? There was no furniture in this place either, just clear floor in all directions around you. Odd. Your limbs fumbled around for a while, struggling to stand up, and once you were on the flats of your feet, it was even harder to stand straight. Slowly, you carefully wobbled your way towards one of the open entrances to try and figure out just where in the three realms you ended up in.

Light flashed across your eyes as you stepped out of the shade. A headache throbbed through your temples as you blinked spots away. Looking in front of you, you saw a field of tall grey grass. Wait… grey grass? Were you seeing things? Looking up you noticed a… white not-so-blue sky. In fact, it looked more like a high ceiling. And a ways away on the other side of the field was a dark brown, almost black building settled next to a giant oddly shaped mountain, that sort of resembled a—

Oh… Oh no. Saints and Sinners alike, say it wasn’t so. No!

A hand clasped over your lips as you stumbled back into the dark, losing your balance and falling to the floor. Both panic and shaky legs kept you from standing up quite yet. You remained hidden in the shadows of the cover overhead, peering out into the open space with clenched teeth. This was a dream. A horrid nightmare in fact. It had been several ancient years since you ever remembered having something akin to a nightmare, but this had to be one of them. A cold chill covered every inch of your skin. You felt clammy. Nauseated. Unable to breathe. Calm, you had to tell yourself. If you freak out too much, you will be sick.

Sick. Right! You had been poisoned. Did he— Did that—

Did Solomon’s messed up cake shrink you?!

Dread began to swirl with anger. When you… When you managed to get your hands on that pesky little angel, you would— Not the time. You could fantasize fondly about that later. Right now, you had to fix this. But… how? How would you undo this? This didn’t feel like any regular hex that an enchantment would reverse. If you had ingested this… it stood to reason you needed an antidote. Wait! Beel… Beel had consumed the cake too… Was he in the same position as you? If he was, he was probably freaking out right now. Had he made it home?! Or was he now outside, completely vulnerable. Bite sized for whatever demon wanted a Morningstar snack… Or what if it did something worse to him? He was only a human after all… What if he… You tugged at your hair a bit as your tail thrashed behind you.

This was bad. Really bad. Truly and utterly terrible.

Order of operations… To find Beel, you needed an antidote. To get an antidote, you needed to get ahold of Simeon or Solomon. You felt around your clothes, feeling your pockets for your phone. Nothing. It seemed whatever magic was at play here kept you clothed, but didn’t shrink your phone with you…Solomon’s charm was still there too. You wouldn’t question how that worked. Don’t think too deeply into how magic works. Just don’t. Please. It would be a waste of energy you couldn’t afford to lose. If this was still Lucifer’s office, and you collapsed in here, your device should still be somewhere here…

Walking forward tepidly, you peeked out from the cover that you’d come to the devastating conclusion was the underside of the couch. If you had to guess, right now you were probably no bigger than the average index finger… Lucifer was no longer at his desk. His office door closed. However, the glow from the monitor was still on, and his black leather business bag was still slumped against the floor. He was still in the building somewhere, which meant you had to be careful. For, as much as you were trying, you couldn’t cloak right now… Or hide your demon form. If someone caught you…if someone caught Beel… As your pact mates would say it: Game Over.

You rushed out from under the couch to scan the office for your phone. You checked the rug, against the walls, by the window, under the desk, but nothing. Lucifer must’ve found it… Now you’d have to try to answer how your phone wound up in his office… and hells, the couch! He’d seen it move! What if he connected your phone to… First you’d have to worry about finding Beel and getting back to normal. If you had no way to contact the others, you’d have to figure out how to get home. If you could get back to Mammon and Levi, they could contact Simeon or Solomon for you, and then the hunt for Beel could start. But how would you make it all the way back to the house?…

There was only one clear solution to that. Lucifer.

If you could tuck yourself into his work bag, you could probably escape undetected. But you couldn’t just wait around for him to decide to go home, not when Beel’s life was at stake! You would have to figure out a way to send Lucifer home now. But how?…

Pacing around back and forth only served to make you dizzy. You leaned heavily against one of the couch’s legs. Get him to stop working…get him to stop work… Wait, work! His work! Destroy his addiction! Can’t keep working if there’s no work to work on! You would stop saying work now.

Jogging over to his desk, you spotted a single long black cord poking through a little hole in the wood. The lifeline of the computer. Controlled by more feral thoughts than usual, you ran over to it and sunk your teeth into it, tugging till the cord snapped. A fierce jolt ran through your body as the electricity sparked for a moment, but then you shook it off. Stepping out from under the desk and looking up, you noticed the monitor had gone black. Perfect.

The door latch clicked.

Scrambling, you bolted towards Lucifer’s bag. You wriggled yourself under the leather flap only to discover it was mostly decorative. The bag itself was still closed with a zipper. But for the moment you were hidden, working hard to keep your horns from puncturing through the thing.

You heard the door fully open as the familiar click of Lucifer’s steady cadence struck the ground. “…and all I need to do is plug it into the computer?” His voice held firm, not like he had sounded when you found him blacked out at his desk. Vibrations ran through your body as he stepped closer and sat at his desk. Frantic tapping at his keyboard could be heard before he held back a curse. His fist hit the desk. “It’s not working, it’s… Hold on. You’ve got to be kidding me…” He must’ve discovered your little act of sabotage.

All the while, you had found the tag to the zipper, both hands clutched around it as you slowly pulled it back, making no noise. Once an opening was large enough for you to slip through- which in this scenario, wasn’t very much- you tucked yourself inside. It was rather packed in here…not only did you have to worry about getting discovered, but now you were worried about being squashed between thick binders and files and who knows what else. You tried to hole yourself inside a pocket to keep yourself out of view. And now you could only blasphemously pray to not be found. If angels were listening to your pleas, you hoped that cursed cherub was listening to every personal thought and comment you had to say about this predicament. Maybe if you thought hard enough, his ears would burn off.

“The computer…it’s fine, I can access it at home.”

Yes!

“Just connect it to my computer, open the email you sent me, and you swear this will unlock the phone?”

…Wait…

“Under usual circumstances, I’d tell you to mind your business. But in this case, I feel like it’s fair to say it’s from the same person you’ve failed to run a background on.”

…Shit.

“Don’t you think it’s rather pathetic for me to have to do your job for you? You better hope this little ‘key’ of yours doesn’t disappoint me as well.” Lucifer huffed as it appeared he ended the call early. You could nearly feel the rage and frustration rippling off of him as he addressed his broken computer, pushing his chair back and letting it roll and hit against the back wall. Your whole world was rocked as the bag was picked up off the floor. “Utterly ridiculous… Losing my mind…” You heard the human mutter.

What an absolutely, utterly, terribly, impossibly horrible human! And to think, you’d almost felt some small modicum of… pity for him! You’d checked on him and made sure he was okay, and this was how he was treating you now? Trying to break into your phone?!

Sweat seemed to bead more down your face. The jostling of the bag wasn’t helping your current weakened condition. And now you were running cold with panic. If Lucifer got into your phone… you can’t even recall what you had written down over text… Did you mention you were a demon? He’d see those texts from Simeon… No…you couldn’t let him do that.

Lucifer continued to walk quickly, making his way through his work building with top speed. A car door opened. Then your mind flipped and the personal hell of your own making roughly hit something and tumbled. More agony flooded your body as all the air was pushed out of your lungs, feeling crushed in all directions. He’d really just thrown you in the car, didn’t he? Ouch… You had to struggle to keep your consciousness. There was too much at stake to simply pass out now, no matter how tempting the sweet darkness was.

Find Beel, unshrink yourself, and now keeping Lucifer from figuring you out…

Hells…how could this little nightmare get any worse?

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[akillerbeforeyou]

anything (part two)

(kai anderson x fem!reader)

part two of my kai anderson fic based on @fear-is-truth 's bot!! took me a long time to write because I'm lazy, not proofread either

content warning: smut, male receiving oral, pretty tame stuff

word count: 1.1k

read part one here

"Now... get on your knees."

I take a half second to rub my now incredibly raw wrists and arms before tucking my hair behind my ear and straightening out my dress before getting onto my knees. I move slowly and delicately as I feel Kai's gaze upon me.

"Good, good girl. Tell me, do you know what you need to do to gain my forgiveness?"

"I do know, sir" 

I look up at him with doe eyes and a tear-stained face, the air around us is thick and the room is dimly lit. breathing deeply, my hands glide slowly up the side of his pants. I keep my movements deliberately slow and sensual, as Kai watches intently from above. He enjoyed this position of control, of dominance, but most of all, he enjoyed seeing me surrender to him in this way. to be his for the taking, to have me in the palm of his hand. 

Despite this being an act I've performed countless times before, feeling his eyes on me only made me feel more nervous, but that's what it's always been like with Kai. no matter how qualified I am in doing something he always manages to make me feel like I would be lost without his direction. 

I bit my lip as I removed his cock from the confines of his boxer. moving closer to his length, I could feel his strong hand come and grip the back of my head with force- tangling my previously styled hair. I wrapped my lips around his member before letting him guide the way with his hand. 

Kai's breath hitches and his hands continue gripping the back of my head as he forcefully guides me along. He lets out a deep and almost animalistic moan as I continue to bob my head back and forth. 

"That's right, you're doing perfect for me...."

He speaks softly, his voice filled with the kind of affection most other members of the cult wouldn't ever have the pleasure of hearing. the atmosphere had now completely changed- the warm feeling of his approval and love overtook the darkness and fear I had felt not even ten minutes prior. I continued with his length in my mouth, trying (as well as failing) not to gag. 

silently, he pushed my head down faster and faster on his shaft. I continued to go down, looking up at him as if to send a message without actually speaking aloud. from just the look in my eyes, I made my best attempt to display my gratitude towards him. to show him how thankful I was to have a man like him taking such good care of me. He looked down at me and it was easy to tell he also felt an overwhelming wave of affection for me. It felt good, knowing I was his. Knowing He had never been more proud of another girl.

"fuck baby, just like that"

 His words of encouragement pushed me further, working hard to show him the way I worshiped every fiber of his being. I could feel his grip become tighter. He has told me many times previously how much he enjoyed pushing me to my limits, and now I could feel that he was about to reach those limits himself. His breath became shallow and quickening; his heart beating at a thousand miles an hour.

his hand stroked my head, the loving action was the juxtaposition from how roughly he handled me beforehand encouraging me to do better, to serve him better. no one made me feel as safe as I did in his presence, just like how I made him feel powerful.

"That's good, my little sheep..."

I could have sworn my heart skipped a beat as the man I was so infatuated with vocally expressed his appreciation for me. I continued as I felt him tense up for one final time before he reached the peak of his ecstasy. 

Even though I could feel the bruises start to form on my knees, as well as a dull throbbing on my arms and legs from the rope burn, feeling Kai release inside my mouth made the entire experience worth it. I pulled away and swallowed harshly before getting up to become face-to-face with the man I loved. Kai was speechless, which was unusual for him. He was used to me doing whatever I could to please him, but this was a new level of satisfaction. He once told me my skill was 'unparalleled', normally I would chalk it up to him paying me lip service, just another one of his tactics to keep me by his side. However, this time there was no need to join pinkies, the look on his face was proof enough that he had been telling the truth. 

I took a second to stare longingly into his dark eyes before softly giggling and embracing him- burying my face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling up to his warm frame and inhaling deeply to take in his scent. as I hugged him, I could feel his heartbeat pounding against his chest. A look of pure satisfaction settled on his face as he returned my affection. his large arms wrap tightly around me and pull me in impossibly close. I shut my eyes tight, enjoying his presence for a beat before pulling away to admire his face. gazing up at him, holding his hands so as not to fully break contact. I batted my eyelashes as I timidly spoke my next words,

"Do you forgive me, divine ruler? have I proved how much you mean to me?" 

Kai smiled softly, his eyes filled with affection and pride. His voice was uncharacteristically sweet as he replied with the only answer I could ever want to hear

"You have proved your devotion to me. And for that, I forgive you."

I smiled up at him, thanking my lucky stars that he truly did have a soft spot for me, because if someone else in the cult had messed up this big, they would be as good as dead if the second kai found out. 

I looked up to see that Kai was still grinning, filled with pride for his little lamb. I couldn't help but feel the admiration and attraction he radiated when he looked at me. It was so simple to tell what was on his mind. while he wouldn't say it out loud and risk our established dynamic, i knew the truth. that no one else could compare, they never would be able to. No matter how many new girls he got, he would always love how I worshiped him.

[6lostgirl6]

Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

-💜💚

She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure. 

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.” 

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass. 

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face. 

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings. 

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.” 

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him. 

In time though. 

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life. 

[clairebishop6226]

Trolls 3: Band Together Spoiler!

Warning: I watched the film so this spoiler has context

Can we talk about how interesting it is how much Viva looks like Poppy and Branch at the same time?

Viva is determined, energetic, very happy and is not ashamed to show her affection and personality to other people, she wants to embrace the world like Poppy.

But the fact that she was the older sister also made her go through traumatic experiences in life, she did everything to be on Poppy and Peppy's side and fought until the end to not leave anyone behind and ended up being left behind, She has a lot of feelings stored inside her and sometimes prefers to constantly interrupt people who ask about her past because she prefers to keep everything to herself and avoid being hurt by bad memories, it's a trait very similar to Poppy's in both first films, sometimes she doesn't want to hear an opinion that is more pessimistic than her desire to solve things in her own way and especially it's something that reminds her a lot of Branch throughout his journey in the trilogy, at the beginning of the film Poppy realizes that he is going through a difficult time and asks him to share his feelings so that he doesn't have to deal with all this alone, but instead of revealing his past Branch backs down and comes up with a completely different excuse to make Poppy forget the question what she had done.

Fear is also an extremely sensitive topic for Viva and Branch, their traumatic experiences have affected the way they see life, they both hate this overprotective trait they have in common but they also know that this is precisely what makes them survive, the problem is that this excessive protection makes them lose the qualities of a carefree life just appreciating the beauty of things even though they know that the world can be cruel like Poppy does, Viva and Branch feel afraid but this doesn't allow them to think only about themselves, they both do They will do everything to protect the kingdom and the people who live in it because they think that others will not be strong enough to deal with reality as they do, they want everyone to be safe even though they know that they will be judged for their drastic decisions.

That's where Clay and Poppy come into this side of the story, they are both the balance of the people they admire, Poppy can sometimes be proud but has always appreciated the care that Branch has for people, and Clay knows that Viva can sometimes being the type of girl who doesn't listen to others but he makes it very clear that he admires her courage and her love for taking care of others.

Viva and Clay may not be confirmed as a couple but I think the similar dynamics they have with Broppy are really cute.

And we can't forget the most important topics of this post, both Viva and Branch love Poppy so much and immediately approve of each other when they realize how important they both are to her life.

If I were to ask for a dynamic for Dreamworks to delve into in any future project, it would definitely be Viva and Branch's friendship

[citadelsanchez]

Hi! How about one where Rick takes reader out to dinner or to another planet or something and it’s totally a date but he won’t admit it & they have a nice time together

Loved this prompt! I left it gender neutral so there will only be Y/N to describe the character. Hope you like it!! Feedback is appreciated. xx

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"COME ON, COME ON, PLEASE PLE- YES!!" You exclaimed, finally beating Morty in Street Fighter. You slam the controller down and pump your fist in the air.

"Noooo, dammit! Rematch me immediately Y/N!" Morty wailed out in response.

"Don't be, like, the sorest loser ever Morty. Y/N is clearly THE Street Fighter God" Summer said from her seat on the recliner.

You and Morty were sat on the Smith's couch, and had been playing this game for about an hour or so.

I laughed. "Well Morty, I would love to, but y-"

"BuUUUUT Y/N is gonna be coming with me now so you'll have to find something else to preoccupy your pea sized prepubescent mind" Rick burps, entering the room.

You and Rick have been seeing each other for about 2 months now. And you phrase it that way because you're not officially a couple, but you think both of you would like to be. Unless you're just delusional. For now you guess that you could just call each other good friends. Great, even.

"A-aw geez Rick, y-you could at least let me get a shot at redemption" Morty protested.

Rick rolled his eyes. "From what I heard through the walls, you will never have a chance against ANYONE in this house-somehow including Jerry- let alone Y/N."

You snickered at this, which made Morty wail some more and Rick give you an approving smile.

"AnyyywaaAAAY, bottoms up!" Rick yelled and shot his portal gun at the floor, grabbing you gently and pulling you through with him.

"RICK, WHAT THE F-"

"Don't worry sweetie, I gotcha" he reassures you as you land on what looks to be a blue cloud in the sky with tiny, white lights in it.

You turn to him kind of sternly. "Why did you have to do that? And where are we?"

Rick rolled onto his stomach dramatically, also placed upon a cloud. But his was green and had little pieces of candy around it.

"B-because it's more fun than taking the ship a-and we're in Javastellar, where you can move on f-fucking clouds!" He put his arms around the cloud he was perched on and it moved forward.

"Whoa, what the fuck?"

You took this time to look around fully and saw what must've been an infinite amount of clouds, each different shapes, sizes, and colors and adorned with unique items. Squirrel looking people and regular people like you and Rick were floating amongst them, laughing and talking.

Below the clouds was a lit up town, complete with tall bridges and art sculptures. The streets were bustling with stores and restaurants and you noted that no one was using a car or bus, as the clouds sufficed as transportation.

You gently placed your hands on the cloud and moved towards Rick, who was watching the town. You felt light as a feather, you were literally floating.

"Wow Rick... this is amazing" you said, gawking at everything.

You didn't catch it, but he was staring at you lovingly, pleased that he made the right decision to bring you here. He wasn't gonna let it show though.

"O-okay well enough of this already, I'm fuUUCKing hungry. Let's go" he belched and lightly grabbed your hand to yank you onto his cloud. Typical Rick.

You closed your eyes in fear as he steered downwards towards the town, driving the cloud like a racecar. You had no choice but to wrap your arms meekly around Rick's waist and hope he wouldn't eject you both into the buildings he was looming over.

He stopped at the edge of a rooftop restaurant, getting off and snickering at your shaken up state.

"P-please Y/N, you're fine. You should be used to it by now."

You both sat at a table, to find out that it had wine prepared and a hologram of a heart displayed in the middle with the words "Lovers Special" displayed over it.

You felt a blush creep up as Rick sat across from you and scoffed.

"I-I-I had no idea that was a thing here, d-don't get the wrong idea" he spoke.

The waitress, suited with a long bushy squirrel-like tail, waddled over to the table and gave you both a big smile. "What will the beautiful couple be dining on tonight?"

Rick slightly choked on the wine that was brought up to his mouth and started stuttering more than usual.

"J-just u-uh we're not a c-couple or anything okay, we'll just take the b-"

The waitress cocked her head a bit. "But Mr. Sanchez, you were in earlier this week to reserve this table specifically."

A deep blush now grew on his cheeks as you smiled and laughed playfully.

"I-I didn't know it would be THIS cheesy, I mean Jesus fucking C-"

"So it's a date then, Rick? That's what this is?" You nudged his legs gently under the table.

He sighed and gave a look of defeat but also hopefulness.

"No. Yes. If you want it to be, I guess" he said, raising his glass to drink more wine.

You smiled warmly now, leaning forward.

"Absolutely."

[danthepillerman]

COMFORT WITH JOOTS!!! (I'm still trying to figure out the other one I said I'd make so here to hold you off;)

You haven't been doing well recently, your parents have been neglecting you more then they already do, and your family aren't any help either. You can't tell anyone how you feel because you fear they'll look at you differently. Everyone fears being seen and weird or too emotional for how they feel in a certain moment so they don't speak up and deal with it. Today it's just been worse. Teachers on your ass because school is ending soon and you're still missing some assignments, students saying stuff to you because one little thing about you is "weird" to them or they don't like it, your homework has been piling up and you can't focus. You're stressed, over worked, overwhelmed. You know you're going to hit your breaking point soon. You just want that love, that sweet love that your boyfriend gives. He's not usually lovey with you but he'll be a bit softer when he knows you need it. He's been out though, who knows where he went. You haven't seen him in a few weeks.

Here you are now, in your room, your assignments on the floor, you sheets a mess, you look like you've hit the breaking point. It's a mess in your room. Staring up at the ceiling tears swelling in your eyes. All you want is to hear someone say they love you. You need that comfort. You haven't heard those words since you were a kid, you're 17 now almost 18 how can you not crave to hear those words? How could you not crave that approval that came so easily as a kid. Then, you hear it. The small rocks hit your window. It's him. Jotaro.

You get up and open your window he's already climbed the tree, looking at you. Who knows how he did that, his arms in a cast. "Are you good, you look a mess?" He says softly to you climbing through your window into your room. Staring up at him, he has a few healing scars, some more apparent then other. "You're asking me if I'm okay? Do you not see yourself?" Your voice is filled with worry for him. All he does is smile faintly down at you "I'm fine." He sits down with you on your bed taking in your aura, that feeling he gets only ever with you and he appreciates it. Every second he values. He wants to hug you tightly and tell you what happened on his trip to Egypt but now isn't the time. He can't even talk about it yet.. all he can do is enjoy the time he's spending with you. "So what's up with you, your rooms a mess and you look..stressed." he's not usually one to pick at things but something in his gut is telling him to ask. "School is..dumb. it's stressing me out more than it already does and I can't take it" you sigh as you speak laying back onto your bed.

He follows in suit. Looking at you with a soft face, his stone cold expression replaced with this one. It's more gentle, kind, caring. "Want me to help?" He asks, he may not have the best grades himself but if he wanted to he could easily lifts those grades up into much higher ones A's and B's for sure. He makes sure he's at least passing. "No it's fine.." you look away thinking for a second, soon speaking up again "I know this is really..weird but can you..." You pause taking a deep breath. He can tell what you're going to say is either super important or something you desperately desire. "..can you look me in the eyes and say I love you?" Your voice is soft as you speak to jotaro. He doesn't look at you differently, he doesn't laugh, he has the same facial expression and he nods.

"I love you" he doesn't hesitate when he speak to you. It comes straight from his heart and soul. "Okay..again" you look at him "I love you." His voice is the same, he doesn't raise his voice but each time he says it, it feels more loving. More affectionate as it goes on. "Again.." your voice cracks it's not too noticable but it's still clear that you might cry soon. "I love you" he smiles softly at you, it's a bigger smile then the one he gave you when he came into your room. "Again.." you feel your heart warm up, you're sure you might cry soon. "I love you." Jotaro wants to add more but he's not sure if he should. "A..again.." tears swell in your eyes as you speak now. He hugs you, pulling you onto of him, jotaro on his back and you on his chest.

"I love you. More then anything I've ever loved." His voice is soft and quiet, hands tangling in your hair playing with it "I.." tears rolling down your eyes. You feel all your stress finally letting go and allowing you to cry. You grip his shirt as you sob into his chest. Jotaro doesn't push you away or say anything, he lets you cry playing with your hair and rubbing your back. This calms you down and you start to feel sleepy after crying for a few minutes. "If you sleep on me I'm not gonna be able to leave.." he says in a whisper "so..?" You reply. Jotaro laughs lightly and continues to play with your hair. "Night" his words are the last words you hear before falling asleep.

Jotaro kujo is your safe space.

[kirimoochi]

Hi Kiri! I hope you've been well these days, and also I love all of your masterpieces! Can I send a request where reader were getting jumpscare while watching horror movie together with Kazuha? Thank you and feel free to ignore if you don't like this request 🙏

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn! reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, when watching horror movies?

When it comes to watching movies, the last thing you could expect is Kazuha at the front of your door. He smiled at you as he lifted a few copies of popular horror movies, with the other hand carrying a bag of take-out food. Your favorite take-out food. The one that you and he always get after classes. Or the one you always talk about going to whenever you’re hungry. Whatever it is, he has it. And it’s also been on his mind to watch a few movies with you. 

He’s always been a sucker for adventure movies. The kinds with the cheesy plot twists but amazing fight scenes. Maybe that’s why he’s so adamant about having you watch all the Dwayne the Rock Johnson movies with him last summer. Tomo dropped out after watching his third Fast n Furious movie, Heizou couldn’t stomach the cheesiness that came from a few of his older films (however he had to applaud his role in Central Intelligence), and Scaramouche gave up after watching Toothfairy (Kazuha called him a wimp under his breath). 

He’s not one for slashers because he thinks the art of gore has been pushed too far to enjoy. Watching Terrifier 1 and 2 left him with a bad taste in his mouth. How could you stomach all of that excessive violence? It takes someone with an iron gut just to sit through the first 10 minutes of the movie. It’s not to say he doesn’t like horror. The only slasher he liked was the Fear Street trilogy, and he can appreciate the classics like The Conjuring.

One thing is consistent though: Kazuha chooses the weirdest films. Not entirely weird, per se, but he has some questionable choices. He always finds good movies. He also finds the worst ones. He has with him Ethan Hawke’s Black Phone, The Taking of Deborah Logan, and Winnie the Pooh's Blood and Honey. Why does he even have the last one? He shrugged and placed the take-out food on your coffee table, saying it sounded funny. 

He doesn’t get scared when he watches these films. Mostly because you know in his head, he’s most likely thinking about what goes on behind the scenes. How did they shoot this shot? How many hours did the actors spend on makeup? Why is Winnie the Pooh such a god-awful movie? Who approved of this? 

You try not to giggle when you see him intensely staring at certain scenes, his hand covering the lower half of his face as he squints his eyes. He’s focused on analyzing every part of this movie. It’s a cute habit. He loves to rave about his favorite movies (even to the point of calling you after leaving the theater to give you his review). 

When you get to parts where the scenes grow dark, and there's that unsteady playing of the violin, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. He nibbles on the tip of his thumb, his fingers padding against you as he holds back a small gasp. He’s not a screamer but he’s certainly the kind that flinches at jumpscares. He’s also a lot more touchy when you watch horror movies. Whether or not it’s because he’s scared or just looking for an excuse to hang onto you is up for debate. 

If you are scared by the movie, he would tighten his hold around you, peering down at you with a cheeky smile. He would tease you for a little bit before resting his head against yours, pressing a short kiss on your crown. He’ll put both arms around you this time, holding you tight as the movie continues. When things get a little too intense, or too gory, he will place his hand over your eyes, whispering a few of his poetry to distract you from the sound of a chainsaw. 

“Why is Winnie the Pooh covered in honey, but at the same time, is starving?” He mumbles, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “What is going on in this movie? Do you like this?” “You’re the one who chose the movie…” 

[roselaughs]

I had these guys for a long while, because surprise I have Ben 10 and Secret Saturdays OCs. I love Ben 10 and Secret Saturdays and one day I was like "hey why won't I make a sequel to both shows lol". So meet Secret Galaxy, the rag tag team of freelance superheroes consisting of Ben Tennyson's grandson, Zak Saturday's granddaughter, Vilgax's son, and Charmcaster's protege. Feel free to ask questions about them!

Denny Tennyson - Dennis Lee Tennyson is the grandson of the famous Benjamin Kirby Tennyson. Unlike his grandfather when he was his age Denny is a quiet and reserved young boy, prefering to spend time only with himself and a select group of friends due to not trusting people's interest in him. Despite this he's sympathetic and will try to reach out to someone if he sees that they're in trouble or in need of help. Denny is also very creative and artistic, which extends to how he battles as well as him prefering to use his alien forms's powers to their fullest extent rather than just bruteforcing his way through everything. Originally during the summer he graduated elementary school Denny got his very own Omnitrix, which he was initially hesitant about but grew to appreciate and like his Omnitrix.

Sam Saturday - Samantha Saturday is the granddaughter of Zak Saturday. She is a spitting image of her grandfather even having the same cryptid controlling powers he did. Sam's a mischevious and tomboyish young girl that seeks adventure at any moment and likes to mess with people around her. However she does have a more caring side, as she deeply cares for and stands up for her family and friends. This more caring side also extends to her being willing to defend those she sees as in trouble, no matter how dangerous her opponent is. While she has inherited The Claw from her grandfather, on the same summer Denny got his Omnitrix she also found a mystrious Omnitrix-like device that she dubbed the Cryptrix, which allows her to turn into 10 cryptid like forms (and also allows her to channel her cryptid powers easier). Sam and Denny are best friends since childhood and are usually seen hanging out together, though a lot of people including their families say that they two kids sometimes feel like siblings.

Sytrax - Sytrax is the son of the feared conquerer Vilgax. He's a serious, honor bound chimera sui generis (ex) bounty hunter. He acts somewhat self centered and dislikes being underestimated or being looked down upon. However he does have a softer side that he does not like showing, and desires to have a group of people he can trust and feel safe around one day. On top of that his sense of honor makes him more fair in combat towards those he sees as weaker than him. Originally he was trying to find his own footing to carry on Vilgax's legacy, being raised to see his father as a noble but powerful ruler. But after encountering Denny and eventually learning the truth of his father's nature Sytrax started rejecting his father's legacy and went on to try to forge his own identity seperate from Vilgax, such as trying to become a plumber. Despite Ben's and Vilgax's rivalry, Denny and Sytrax end up becoming very close friends and even having a somewhat brotherly dynamic.

Curseslinger - Curseslinger is the (adopted) daughter and apprentice of Charmcaster, the Queen of the Legerdomain. She was chosen by Charmcaster for her reat magical abilities and cunning street smarts. However, Curseslinger feels that she's actually not good enough to be the student of the Queen of the Legerdomain, which results in her frequently performing on the streets and in talent shows to show off her magic powers to people and hopefully win over their approval as a substitute for her own internal approval. Although Curseslinger's very quirky and can come off as creepy to some people, she's friendlier than she appears, and is very loyal to her friends and those she likes even though she may not appear to at first glance. Curseslinger takes an interest in Sam and the Saturdays due to their connection to more mystical elements of the galaxy such as cryptids. Sam does in fact admire Curseslinger and her magical prowess, which gives the witch some confidence in her powers and have even more of a fondness towards Zak's successor. Curseslinger and Sytrax also end up as a couple, and tend to be very affectionate with one another.