#and they already gave her a chance to come clean with it privately

[syruubi]

Man its been weeks and I’m still soured by the conclusion to Fontaine’s main story. I'll just rant here

There were a lot of things I didn’t like about it (Arlecchino's altruism being played straight, Traveler being out of character, the lore exposition ass-pull with the prophecy slates, the weird logic about how destroying a Gnosis could potentially wake up the Heavenly Principles but not fucking destroying an Archon Throne when Celestia forced everyone to fight a GODDAMN WAR TO ESTABLISH THEM-) but the biggest offense to me was how Furina was handled. This was marketed as the grand finale of the arc, the climax with Furina at the center of it all. And she got shafted. Big time. Furina had no agency in the plot whatsoever, nothing she did had any effect on how things turned out, and she didn’t even have the dignity of fully understanding why it all had to happen that way.

(Also I will preface this with yes Furina and Focalors are technically the same person with the same origin, but after the split Furina lost all her memories as Focalors. They are two separate consciousnesses with different experiences, and therefore I will treat their individual choices as their own)

I’ve seen people try to argue that no, she chose to take on this role knowing she would suffer, that she didn't HAVE to go along with it. And she was even working by herself to solve the prophecy without relying on Focalors, she wasn’t a puppet/pawn! But the thing is she was essentially in a hostage situation. If she didn’t do things exactly as dictated by Focalors people would DIE. Like there is a reason why criminal punishments are lighter when it’s found the perpetrator was coerced into it! And her researching how to avoid the prophecy changed nothing about the outcome, she could have sat around eating cake and the story would have word for word turned out exactly the same. All that information served to do was highlight her suffering and draw the audience’s sympathy. That's what I mean about her not having agency, it's not about her ability to act as an individual but how her actions had an effect on the overall plot. None of her choices outside of the role designated by Focalors did anything to change the situation for better or worse.

And to top it all off she didn’t even understand WHY this all had to happen. Why do people dissolve in the Primordial water? How does her pretending to be an Archon play into solving the issue? Why can’t she confide in anyone? What the hell is Focalors even doing? She doesn’t learn the answers to any of these until after everything was over, and not even from Focalors’ own mouth, it was relayed to her by Neuvillette.

Speaking of Neuvillette, I’m not gonna lie I’m sorta annoyed at his existence because it felt like Furina was shafted for him. Everything is very tilted in Neuvillette's favor. He gets his powers back, full control over Pneuma/Ousia, final say in trials, the ability to hand out Visions, and just straight up the ability to manipulate life itself. And okay all these things were his to begin with lore-wise, whatever, but he also becomes the "lore important" character after this at Furina's expense. Furina doesn't have her memories as Focalors, she can't tell us anything about how the world works, about Celestia, about what happened 500 years ago. Even though other Archons didn't give us much either for one reason or another, they at least HAVE that knowledge, and are therefore guaranteed to have involvement in future events with the Abyss and Celestia. Furina at the moment, doesn't. Neuvillette has it now. And all that talk about Focalors judging Celestia? Also Neuvillette's job now. And it feels like it was all stolen from Furina from a story-telling perspective because again, she didn't know of the plan to return his powers. She didn't even get to explicitly agree with her other self that he should have them back. The writers really seemed to go out of their way to place him on a pedestal at Furina's expense, which irks the hell out of me.

There are some opportunity for future interludes to turn the current state around, and they probably will since Furina is still being marketed as an Archon, but as it stands I want Fontaine to be over so we can move on to the next disappointment.

[alien-magnolia]

Highway to Hell

(AC/DC, duh.)

Tw: Casual dominance / relationship domestics with Dean, possessiveness, dumbification, size knk, dom!-coded Dean, sub!-coded reader, daddy!knk, innocence, etc.

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———

The way Dean takes care of you simply made you melt.

You’ve been on the road with him and Sam for a few years now, and you are a welcome presence. Especially for Dean.

You help the boys out, hunting down the supernatural, abolishing curses, negotiating with witches, vampires, and the sort. Sometimes there is a brief period in which you all have no cases. You settle. A dingy mid-Americana motel, doors with paint peeling off, beds that creaked terribly. That was the usual option. Until the three of you found the compound used by the Men of Letters, in the mid 20th century. It was a bit outdated, yet it gave you one thing that you simply desired with fervor — from Dean especially. Privacy. Domesticity.

Yours and Dean’s room was on the other side of the compound. Away from Sam. It was a master suite, right next to a private bathroom. Moments like this were your favorite. Dean lazily lay on the bed, hairy thighs spread, nursing a beer in his right hand, a cigarette in his left. You have just stepped out of the shower. Wearing nothing, of course.

The soft glow and muffled sound of the tv spread through the yellow tinted room. You walk your way over to him. He was still focused on the tv. His glance turned to you, a smile instantly creeped across his face. “Hi there. Need something, sweetheart?,” he raised his brow.

“Need you, D. Got all dolled up, you see?,” you tell him, fingers dwildiling behind you, your nipples, perked up from all the hot water. “Can see that. Why don’tcha come on up here,” he smiles, predatory, patting his thighs. “Daddy’ll take care of ya,” he adds, with a whisper.

You giddily accept the invitation, getting onto his lap, straddling his thighs, your warm wetness pressed up against him. “Want you to ride me, sweetheart. Like one of those bulls at the bar, yeah? Use daddy’s thigh on your sweet lil’ cunt. Wanna see her purr, yeah?,” he chided, bringing a large hand to cup your face. You nod, and follow instructions, as told. You wanted to be good for him, after all.

You rode, panting, heaving, giving it your all. You swung back and forth, sometimes pausing to give him a little dance. He was lucky, having a sweet thing like you in front of him, cigarette, beer, and the tv to keep him entertained. “Keep it movin’ f’me, pretty girl. You’re almost there, aren’t ya?” You nod, your face straining as you feel yourself tighten on his thigh. He moves his thigh into you more, and you scream, letting go. “There she is. Let go, baby. Daddy’s got ya.” You collapse onto his chest with a sigh, spent from this little interaction.

“You tired, baby?,” he asks, earning a nod from you, and a sigh. You were exhausted. He understood. “I got ya.” With your head still lay flush against his chest hair, he picks you up, bringing you to the bathroom. You were already half asleep as he set you on the counter, washed your face, cleaning you up. He brings you back into bed, making sure your head stays on his chest as you fall asleep.

—-

You liked how he took care of you. If you ever got hurt during a hunt, Dean would stop everything to make sure you’re okay. He would tell Sam to go on, leaving his brother frustrated as Dean would dote over you.

He always took a chance to carry you. Sometimes even through the woods — he was afraid that you’d get hurt and trip over the thick branches, because it has happened a few times already.

Whenever the three of you stopped at some local town bars, Dean always made sure to have his arm around your shoulders at all times — even walking you to the restroom if you asked. Sometimes you would sit with your legs on his lap as well. He would stroke your thigh if you got nervous. He would always double check your drink before you drank it, making sure it was okay for you. He would never let you have more than two shots of whiskey.

God forbid if a local bar-goer ever leered at you. Dean would walk over to them, ask them why, and then start throwing punches, ending with a simple, “Stay away from my woman, asshole.”

Sam would roll his eyes and pull Dean apart from the men, every time.

—

Late at night, while you and Dean couldn’t keep your hands off each other, while he took care of your throbbing cunt with his more than you can endow cock, Sam sat at the other side of the building, studying. He was honestly astonished that his brother was so enamored with a woman, always caring for you in a way that Sam had never seen before. It was almost paternal. Sam knew that you were the one to bring out the best, most humane, qualities in Dean.

A/n: requests have been answered! I am on my period, so expect some more fics coming out in the next couple of days. Xoxo, Liz.

[kaliforniahigh]

MEDUSA - Part Eight.

We're getting closer to the end!!! On this part we finally find out who is the man threatening our reader and Noah.

Warnings: guns, violence, death, blood, people being shot. life-threatening injuries, cursing.

WC: 4.9k

Summary: Y/N is a private dancer at a Gentleman's Club called Medusa. Noah Sebastian is a crime boss. Their paths cross when one night, Noah pays for one of her dances and they can't seem to be apart from each other.

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The days went on much the same. Noah would leave in the morning and come back in the evening. You fell into a routine with him. You cooked, he cleaned and you both worked together wonderfully. You were getting used to the idea of you and him and the domesticity of it all.

He refrained from giving you too much information, but you were able to pry it off of him anyways. You knew that tonight was when their big shipment came. Tonight was the night those men were talking about when they said they were planning on killing Noah.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You barely slept, even being wrapped up in his arms and pressed to his warm chest. He could notice this, because everytime he stirred, he gave you little kisses on the neck and softly carresed your hair.

That only made you think about how you would never feel that again if tonight went sideways, so you snuggled closer to him and commited his scent to memory.

You knew that asking to come with him was totally out of the question. Even though they already knew who you were, there was no chance that Noah would put you on the line of fire. But you did ask him if you could wait for him at his house, but that was shot down as well.

Being so far away from civilization and from him made you even more nervous. If he needed you, you wouldn't be there. If something happened, you wouldn't know.

As he got ready to leave for the day, you tried once again. You were nothing if not persistent.

"Don't you have guards there? I'm sure I'll be fine. I can just lock myself in a room or something", you knew you weren't being reasonable, but trying couldn't hurt.

"I already told you that's not gonna happen. Just stay here and behave, please. Today is already hard enough as it is", his tone didn't leave room for argument. You approached him and ran your hands over his shoulders.

"You promise you'll try to call? Even if it's to tell that something bad happened? I wanna know about it regardless", your voice was low, but you made sure to be firm enough for him to know you were serious.

"I'll call as soon as I can, baby", you were still getting used to the pet name. You stood on your tip toes and circled your arms over his neck, pulling his body flush to yours, nuzzling your nose on his neck, drowning in the way he feels and smells.

"Please don't leave", your voice broke a little at the end, feeling the stray tears trying to scape and run down your cheeks. He tried to pull away from you, but you just hugged him closer.

"Baby, let me look at you", you disentangled yourself from him, but didn't move too far away, your faces almost pressed together. "I gotta come back home to eat that delicious dinner you're gonna make, and then lay in bed with you and make you fall apart for me", his smile was a little mischievous, but his words only brought more tears to your eyes.

"Yeah, you gotta come back becase I'm making enough food for two and it can't go to waste" you knew that deep down, it wasn't about the food, but the metaphor comunicated your feelings for each other well enough for the time being.

"C'mere, pretty girl. I don't like seeing you cry", he swiped your tears from your cheeks, cupping your head on both hands, he leaned in slowly, pecking your lips ever so slightly, almost as if he didn't want to break you.

You were having none of that, though. You pressed your lips firmer on his, moving your mouths together in a languid pace, savouring the heaviness of the moment, and commiting all of the ridges of his lips to memory.

"I'm so sorry, baby, but I gotta go. The boys are waiting for me", he parted, but kept his lips almost touching yours. He gave you another hug, sliding his hands up and down your sides, with his eyes closed, as if he was mapping your body to remember it later.

Finally parting from each other, but leaving one of your hands interlocked, he turned around, walking towards the door, and you followed right after.

Stepping outside, your bubble was busted when you were reminded of everyone who existed outside of the comfort of the safehouse. Noah fished the keys from his pocket, unlocking the car door from a distance.

"Stay here, and stay safe, ok? Think of this as just another day. If you need anything, just come out here and ask a security guard for help", you nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "I need to hear you say it", he grabbed your chin and made you look at him in the eyes.

"I'm gonna stay here and I'm gonna be safe", you said with a small smile. Stomach fluttering at his concern for you. His hand hesitated on your face for a bit, before he pulled it away and turned around to make his way to the car.

You watched as he put a bag one of the guards handed to him in the trunk, making his way and getting into the driver's seat. Roaring the car to life, his eyes met yours again, a final parting smile gracing both of your faces, before he drove off and out of the property.

Back in the house, everyone was checking and double checking everything. If the guns were loaded and assembled correctly, if everyone had a Kevlar vest and Nick was observing the camera system he had hacked into for any activity.

It was vital that they headed to the port early and slowly, as to not attract any attention to them. They had an estimate time for when the shipment would arrive and everything needs to be set into motion until then.

Jolly was going over the positions of everyone around the port when Noah arrived at the house. His face was stoic and serious, as he always was in these situations. Making his way to the staircase in the living room, he went up a few steps before turning around and regarding everyone.

"Everybody listen up", every person in the room straightened their back and turned towards him. "I know we've gone over this numerous times over the past few days, but I'd like to remind you of the basic informations", he started to pace from side to side, concentrating on everything he needed to say.

"We want to take them out silently. I know we have more men and more guns, but this doesn't need to become a war. We take them out, get the guns and get out of there, avoiding as many risks as possible", Noah would love nothing more than to drive a knife in the guts of every men there, but they couldn't afford to fuck this up.

"The only person who gets out of there alive is their leader. I want him alive", he emphasized. "Work quietly and they won't know what hit them. And them we wipe their pathetic little group out"

Everyone started to holler at this, clearly excited to get the job done and come out on top.

"We start to leave in a little over an hour", Noah finished and everyone went back to their duties. Walking over to where Jolly was stood, Noah told him they needed to talk.

"Ok, go over everything with me again", Noah inquired. Jolly was used to this, the man was a perfectionist and didn't want anything to go over his head.

"Our man are gonna take position one by one, as to not attract eyes to any suspiscious movement. We're also gonna have people in the buildings surrounding the port, so we have eyes from everywhere. The plan is to get the snipers to take them out one by one almost simultaneously, without being spotted and blowing our cover. After this, Nicholas, you and I are gonna embush and capture the leader and bring him back here", Jolly chose to give out the summarized plan, as to not get Noah overthinking even more.

"Simple and easy, right? Get in and get out", Noah observed. They came up with a few plans before settling on this one, making sure it was simple enough to avoid unecessary confrontation. Noah wanted to leave not even one man down.

"Yeah man. We can do it. We've done more elaborate stuff in the past, this is gonna be a breeze", Jolly clapped him on the shoulder. It wasn't lost on him why the usually confident and self-assured man was nervous more than normal.

"I'm gonna make sure my shit is in order before we leave", Noah took the steps to his room and closed the door behind him. He went through the motions just like he's done many times before. Wearing the vest underneath his shirt, checking his weapons and placing them strategically on his body, dressing himself a putting his boots on.

He contemplated calling you, but didn't want you to worry. He meant it when he told you to treat this day just like any other. Just like he had to treat this raid just like every other one they've done in the past. He couldn't afford thinking of not coming back home to you.

He didn't have much time to dwell on his thoughts, because soon everyone was piling up inside the SUVs to leave. He rode with Nicholas, Nick and Jolly. Nick was staying in the SUV parked a couple of blocks away, monitoring the cameras and driving if they needed to make a swift exit.

Dropping them off at a secluded area of the port, the three of them started to walk towards where they would be stationed. it wasn't a busy night and usually the night shift had less employees. Even though it was common knowledge that shady bussiness happened here all the time, they could never be too careful.

"I want stats on everyone's position", Noah spoke on his watch, his voice filtering through their ear pieces. Seconds later, the answers came through. Everything was going according to plan and all they had to do now was wait.

Noah, Jolly and Nicholas hid in the mass of containers as darkness started to shroud them.

"How's Y/N holding up back at the safehouse?", Nicholas asked, voice lower than usual, even though they knew they couldn't be spotted.

"Better than I expected, honestly", Noah said. He knew you probably saw and heard things at the club, it was frequented by people like him, after all. But being thrown in the middle of things like you were, it could do a number on someone.

"That's not surprising. From that night when you brought me to her house and she chewed you out, I knew she could hold her own", Jolly noted, remembering the way you were welcoming, but at the same time let them know they were intruding in your space. The boys snickered at the memory, especially about how mad you were at Noah.

"I mean, that's fair. I haven't spoken a word to her and then I just show up at her door, carrying someone with a gunshot wound", Noah remembered the fire in your eyes that night, so much different from they way you looked at him this morning before he left.

"What are you gonna do when this is all over?" Nicholas asked him and Noah tried to play dumb for a second.

"Everything goes back to normal?" He said, as if the answer was obvious.

"Don't deflect. You know what I mean", Nicholas gave him the side-eye.

"I haven't thought about it and we haven't talked about it. I don't know if I want to, honestly", Noah tried to tell the truth a little bit, not wanting to show just how much the possibility of you dropping his ass as soon as you're back to your normal life affected him. He got so used to you around him all the time that he doesn't know if things can even go back to normal. But he guesses that if you don't want him, they'll have to.

"What, you're scared she's gonna dump you?", Jolly said, like the idea was absurd even for him. However, they didn't have time to unpack any of this right now, because Nick's voice sounded in his ears.

"Three cars just parked close to the docks. The shipment is about to arrive in thirty minutes"

"Three cars, if they're fully packed, that's about fifteen people", Nicholas observed.

"You don't see movement anywhere else on the port, Nick?", Noah asked him.

"Negative, just the three cars"

"That's weird, why would they bring only fifteen people to secure what is probably the most important shipment of the year?", Noah had a feeling that something was off about this. "Where are they gonna load the guns?", he was overthinking at this point.

"Hey, we planned for this, we're not in a compromising position, we can back off if we need to anytime", Jolly tried to reassure him.

"They're starting to leave the vehicles. I count fifteen people, as we expected", Nick informed them.

"Ok, everyone in the buildings, take place, once the shipment arrives and we have a good shot, we can star taking them out", Noah instructed everyone, receiving positive responses.

The minutes that ticked by were panic-inducing, they kept quiet, sensing the situation at hand didn't call for small talk. Nick has already informed them that the container transporting the guns has arrived and they were only expecting the right moment to start shooting.

"Line up your shots, you'll start shooting on the count of three. Let's get this over with", Noah gave them a few seconds to prepare before everything descended into chaos. No one could hear the shots from the rifles, the three men hiding behind the containers observed as bodies dropped, one by one.

The goons still alive were left wondering what the hell was happening, but they didn't get to question much before a bullet pirced them between the eyes. So far, everything was going as they predicted. Soon enough, the only man standing was their leader, the person who threatened both you and Noah and the person they were here for.

Noah, Nicholas and Jolly emerged from the shadows. As Noah took a good look at him, he didn't like the way he seemed almost unfazed. Either he didn't care that fourteen of his men were just murdered or he had a trick up his sleeve they didn't know about. The fact that he didn't even attempt to run away was unsettling in itself. This just made the knot in Noah's stomach tighter.

The man actually laughed as he saw Noah walking towards him. "What's so funny to you?", Noah questioned, voice even and a little condescending as he motioned to all the bodies bleeding on the floor.

"What's so funny?", he started pacing around, rubbing a hand over his bearded face. "Maybe the fact that you think you're so smart?"

Noah didn't let the nervousness show on his face as he answered "I don't think I'm smart. I know I am. There aren't fourteen of my men dead on the floor right now for a reason"

"Oh? You think I care about these deadbeat motherfuckers?" he laughed again. Noah stopped to think for a minute about this statement. He didn't bring any of his most trusted men tonight.

"I guess it doesn't matter if you care or not, because you're the one coming with us", Nicholas took one step closer.

"I'll admit though, I should've known your hoe girlfriend would open her mouth and blabber about this to you", he completely ignored Nicholas' statement, focusing on what he knew would mess with Noah's temper.

"She has nothing to do with this. Maybe you shouldn't have opened your mouth at a strip club in the first place" Noah said with a clipped voice. He was so tempted to shoot him at the spot.

"But you were wrong", they all stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. "You actually thought we wouldn't expect you tonight? You think I was just gonna go after you? No, I wanted you to come to me. It's always better when they don't expect it"

Realization downed on them. They thought they were planning on attacking when the big shipment of guns came, but they weren't. The set up was right here, right now, and they have fallen right on their trap. A million thoughts swimmed in Noah's mind.

What he said to you, the threats. Was it all just a trick to get Noah to attack first?

He didn't have much time to dwell, because in seconds, he felt a burning sensation right on his abdomen, suddently he wasn't able to support himself on his feet, and fell to his knees on the floor. He could see a commotion around him, but the sounds didn't reach his ears. He felt a sticky liquid on his hands and when he looked at them, he saw blood, and them he laid down on the floor, mind and eyes feeling hazy.

He didn't watch as Jolly drew his gun and took the fastest shot of his life at the man in front of them. First, he shot him in the clavicle. Jolly wasn't a cruel man, but he wanted to see him suffer just a little bit.

"If you think you're going to kill my best friend and walk out of here alive, you're sorely mistaken", he pointed the gun at his head, finger on the trigger. "This is the end for you and your pathetic little group of people, Jesse Cash. I'll make sure no one remembers you, and if they do, it'll be for how much of a failure you are".

Jesse grinned and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out as Jolly put a pullet on his forehead, his body going limp on the ground and the life completely leaving his eyes.

You really were trying to treat this like any other day. So after the sun set, you decided to step outside to read a book. You still had time until you had to start on dinner.

Grabbing your book and heading towards the door, you could hear hurried steps outside and a voice calling out to the man who usually stayed guarding the front door. You halted your footsteps and listened as they started to converse.

"We just got word that the mission went sideways tonight", one man said to another, a chill running up your spine as the words left his mouth.

"How bad is it?", the other asked, worry evident in his voice.

"It's bad", you heard a deep exhale and you tried to prepare yourself for the information you were about to find out. "Boss was shot, and they're now taking him to the doctor"

Your knees threteaned to give out on you, but you held yourself upright and walked away from the door. You couldn't give yourself away. You sat down on the couch in complete shock, mind trying to process what you just heard.

Noah was shot.

He could've been shot on the leg right? or on the arm? Those places weren't so bad. But he also could've been shot on the abdomen, the bullet hitting a vital organ. But again, the man on the other side of the door said that the situation was bad.

But he said he was coming home to you, he said he was having dinner with you tonight, so how can he not come home? How can this be just like any other day?

You felt like throwing up, your stomach felt like someone was squeezing it so tight, your insides were about to explode. You actually thought you felt physical pain from your heart breaking.

And then you realized that if Noah was going to die, you weren't gonna be there with him. And if he made it, you weren't gonna be there to hold his hand as he recovered. You couldn't have that.

With a new-found strength you didn't know you possessed at the moment, your feet took you to his room. You packed a bag with clothes and essentials for him, your mind couldn't conjure up scenarios in which he didn't make it anymore. You couldn't. It would drive you crazy.

Opening and closing drawers you wondered if he had a gun here. He must have, you just had to search throughoutly for it. Surely the plan in your head sounded a little crazy, but you found the gun under the mattress and at that point, you didn't care if you acted crazy or not.

Taking a second to breath, you grasped the bag in one hand and the gun in the other, making your way to the front door, opening it just a crack and seeing the man posted up outside as usual. Looking around, you didn't see anyone else.

Stepping out and walking quickly, you pressed the barrel of the gun to his back, mouth close to his ear.

"This is how it's gonna work. You gonna drive me on that car to wherever they're taking Noah and I don't shoot you in the back, right here, right now", your voice wasn't that confident, but you guessed the gun would do the trick.

"You do realize I can overpower you and take that gun from you in seconds, right?", he argued back.

"Yeah, but you're not, because you don't want to hurt your boss' girlfriend, would you?", this made him straighten a little bit. "That's what I thought. Now, we're walking to the car, and if anyone asks anything, you tell them that Nicholas asked you to drive me there"

You kept the gun on his back as the two of you walked over to the car, him getting in driver's seat, before you rounded the car and got in the passenger seat.

"Drive", you instructed and he turned on the car.

"Yes, ma'am", he said in a teasing tone yet again. This pissed you off.

"I'm not in the mood for joking right now. Your boss was shot and you're making light of the situation?", you hoped this would shut him up.

During the drive, you placed the gun in the center console, not caring about it anymore. It felt wrong in your hand anyway. The car was quiet, but your mind was loud. You held back from asking how long would it take to arrive at the place, when you noticed you didn't even know where he was taking you. But if Noah trusted this guy then so would you.

"You never took the safety off", he observed and it registered on you that he was talking about the gun. You couldn't help but crack a little at this, feeling a bit embarrassed by his observation. He looked at you for a second. "He's gonna make it. Nicholas said the bullet went right through, and apparently, it didn't hit any major organs. They just had to patch him up and are keeping him for observation. He's a lucky motherfucker"

Your eyes filled with tears when he finished talking, feeling like the heaviest weight was just lifted from your shoulders. You could't help but bawl your eyes out beside this man who you didn't even know, but just delivered the best news of your life.

"Nicholas also said that he was just waiting for Noah to be stitched up to call and ask me to take you to see him", you actually laughed at this and he laughed with you. "Boss is gonna love hearing this story though, that's for sure"

"I'm sorry I threatened you with a gun. I didn't know what to do", you said a little sheepishly, still not able to get rid of the tears flowing down your face.

"It's ok, I wouldn't know what to do either", he tried to confort you.

"Well, for starters, you would take the safety off the gun"

A few moments after, you arrived at a building far away enough from the city to not be noticed. He parked outside and you left the car.

"Is this the hospital?", you questioned.

"We own the building and use it for various reasons. One of them is for medical emergencies, but it's off the grid, as you can notice", you nodded, there was nothing written on the front, one would thought this could be an abandoned building as there were no signs of it being used. He led you to the back of the buidling, scanning his face and opening the door. You took the elevator to the fifth floor.

When the doors of the elevator opened, you observed the floor and the walls were a light color, you guess it did resemble a hospital a little bit. Rounding a corner, you came face to face with Jolly, Nick and Nicholas sitting on chairs. You guess this is the waiting room.

Nicholas frowned, but greeted you with a hug nonetheless.

"I haven't called yet? They're dressing his wound and he should be in the room shortly", he gave you the update.

"Yeah, uhm, I got a little anxious", you decided you were not the one who was telling this story.

A nurse made her way from the double doors at the end of the hallway and walked towards the five of you.

"Noah is already in his room. He's a little groggy from the painkillers, but he's asking for Y/N? I guess that's you, sweetheart?", she pointed towards you and you nodded your head. "When you go through the double doors, his room is the second one on the right", she instructed.

You didn't bother bidding farewell to anyone, assuming they'll stay there and talk to Noah themselves later. You walked rather hurriedly and reached the second door on the right in a few seconds. Knocking, you heard his voice from the inside telling you to come in.

He was laying on the bad, without a shirt on as you guessed it was ruined right now, and wearing hospital pants, a blanket was draped over his legs. There was a white bandage to the left of his abdomen. But all in all, he was the Noah you knew and remembered.

Your eyes welled with tears again, as you walked towards the bed, his right arm extending towards you and you leaned over him, supporting yourself on your elbows, as not not put any weight on him. Nuzling your head on his shoulder, the unmistable scent of him invading your senses.

Noah felt a few droplets of tears fall on his shoulder, his hand going to your back, caressing up and down, trying to calm you down.

"I'm here and in one piece, baby. You don't have to worry anymore", he murmured in your ear.

"But you were almost not here. Noah, I freaked out when I heard you were shot", you pulled yourself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand now going over your cheeks, collecting the tears that were falling.

"I'm sorry I made you go through that. But I'm gonna be ok. Besides, everything was handled despite this little incident", he motioned to his bandaged side.

"I can't believe you are the one who got shot and here you are, having to confort me", you cracked a little smile.

"I like taking care of you", his hand was so soft on your face, going over your cheeks and your jaw. "I also couldn't bare the thought of not seeing or feeling you again", de admitted in a small voice.

"Well, we're both here, so you also don't have to worry about that", you were the one reaching for him, running your hands thought his hair. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

"You're not going anywhere?" he still had his eyes closed, and you felt the weight of his question. You knew he wasn't talking about right here, right now. He was talking in the long run. You didn't need much time to think about your answer.

"Hey", you tugged at his hair, making him open his eyes and you saw a little vulnerability in them. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise", you voice was quiet, but sure.

"Lay down with me please?", he asked you, schooching over as best as he could as you fitted yourself beside him on the hospital bed.

"The boys are outside, probably waiting to talk to you", you observed.

"I've waited a lifetime for this, they can wait until tomorrow", he craned his head down to look at you. You made the effort to pull yourself a little higher on the bed, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. He cupped your face on his hand and tapped your cheeks twice once you parted.

"You just wait until I get all better", he grinned at you.

"Well then, you better get well soon", you rested your cheeks on his chest. "I also brought a bag with clothes for you to change into"

"Oh my god, you're perfect indeed", he said and you smiled.

A few minutes after, you felt his breath even out and you let yourself relax, your eyelids getting heavier, your body finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the day as sleep took over you.

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Snippet - Stained with Red (MC Attacked by a Demon)

Here's the winning headcanon for the 1.5k+ Followers Celebration! I hope you all enjoy it! =) Warnings: Blood, bodily injuries, violence, swearing, implications/mentions of torture and death — (None of these are overly descriptive, though.) Note: Due to the length and type of content, each character's reactions can be found under the "Keep reading" cut-off. Tag List: @not-a-cat-lawyer, @deepestartisanhumanoidshark, @qilinelf

How does everyone react when MC has been attacked by a demon?

It was just supposed to be a quick errand.  Pick up a few items at the store and then head straight home—that’s all MC wanted to do.  But accidentally bumping into a demon in the crowded streets put a major dent in their plans.  Having already been in a sour mood, the demon snapped at MC’s unintentional shoulder-check and hardly gave them a chance to speak before dragging them to a more secluded area nearby.

“You think you’re so high and mighty here, don’t you, human?” the demon snarled after tossing MC’s body to the hard ground.  “You may have won the favor of our prince and seven lords, but that doesn’t give you any right to trample on us lower-ranking demons.”

Although MC attempted to explain themself and apologize, the demon simply spat, “Oh, shut it.  I’m sick of even breathing the same air as you.  It’s about time someone reminded you what demons are truly capable of.”

MC scrambled to their feet as the demon lunged at them.  A brief tussle ensued, one that left MC with parts of their clothes torn and few wounds on their skin while they struggled to escape the demon’s sharp clutches.  The fight would have been fatal to the human if they hadn’t managed to retrieve the defensive magic charm gifted to them by Solomon from within their pocket.  With the demon incapacitated by the charm’s power before striking another blow, MC hastily retreated back to the House of Lamentation.

More focused on getting to safety and trying to recover from the sudden attack, MC was too distracted to notice the individual almost directly on the other side of the house’s front door, causing the two of them to roughly collide when the human hurried inside.  Both of their groans echoed in the entrance hall. The one whom MC ran into was about to say something, only to stop short upon registering the disheveled and mildly bloody figure in front of him/her.

“MC?" was what came out instead.  "What happened?”

Still a bit shaken up, MC hesitated in answering the question right away.

The individual had come to care about MC during their time together in the Devildom, so there was no way that he/she was going to let them remain silent on this matter.  Thus, he/she promptly took them to another—more private—room, where MC soon ended up admitting everything.

“This is precisely why I tell you not to go out on your own,” Lucifer chided as he disinfected the last of MC’s open wounds.  It was the first time he had spoken since bringing the human (and a first aid kit) into his bedroom and demanding that they explain exactly what happened to them while sitting them down on the sofa.  As they told their story, the powerful demon used his magic to heal their minor injuries and remove the dried blood from their clothing and skin, and then he tended to the few, more severe wounds on their body, not allowing MC to do it themself.  His touch was surprisingly gentle against their injuries, a significant contrast to his stern expression that was just barely containing his growing anger while he listened to what the spiteful demon did to the human he held dear.

“I’m certain you’ve learned your lesson,” Lucifer remarked, moving on to bandage the wound he had cleaned, “but in light of these events, you’re not permitted to leave my side for the rest of the day.  I’ll also be accompanying you to and from RAD this whole week.  Do I make myself clear?”  Knowing that there was no room for argument—and because they’d genuinely feel safer by Lucifer’s side—MC accepted his decision, which effectively removed some of the tension from his shoulders. “Good," he said.

Upon ensuring that all of MC’s physical injuries were taken care of, Lucifer reached out to rest his hand on their cheek, his gaze becoming warmer.  “I’m glad you’re safe.  I’m sure you were frightened, but you did well in keeping your wits about you and pulling through to escape.  I promise, I won’t let that demon harm you again.”

Afterward, Lucifer obeyed just about any request MC had—from making their favorite food for dinner, to holding them in his arms whenever they were alone—in an effort to ease any lingering anxiety they felt and remind them (and himself) that they were safe with him.  Once the human was fast asleep in his bed, the affectionate smile faded from his face as his serious features took over once more.  With them protected in his room, he took this opportunity to hunt down the demon who assaulted them.  The details from MC’s story, the type of scratch marks and wounds he saw, and the scent left on MC’s clothing were enough to help him pinpoint the exact culprit, so he headed straight to where they lived.

If the low-ranking demon wasn’t wide awake from the sound of their door being kicked down, they certainly were at the sight of Lucifer in his demon form looming over them.

“So,” he began darkly, “you’re the one who attacked MC.  Do you have anything to say for yourself?  Think carefully.  They may be your last words.”

The red gradient from Lucifer’s irises seemed to glow within the dark room and foreshadow the color the quivering demon's body would be stained with when he was through with them.  No one messed with what belonged to the Avatar of Pride.

“Ya should’ve called me right away!” Mammon declared, fumbling over the bandaging that he was attempting to secure around MC’s swollen wrist.  He had been doing his best to help MC clean up from the attack in his bedroom, giving them some of his loungewear to change into and using the house’s first aid kit to address their cuts and bruises.  All the while, he bit his tongue for as long as he could while the human explained their quarrel with the demon in town.  At this point, he couldn’t hold back his thoughts anymore.  “I could’ve taken ‘em down in no time flat, y’know!  And I promised ya that I would save ya next time something like this happened, remember?  But now I gotta patch ya up instead.  Tch, damn demon, touchin’ what don’t belong to ‘em...  Hey, don’t give me that look!  I fixed ya up just fine after that TSL contest with Levi, didn’t I?  So I can do it now, too, no problem!  Just—”

Mammon paused as he stared down at MC’s wrist, his jaw clenching from how much damage the demon had done to his most precious human.  His voice quieted down into a more solemn tone, “—don’t make me have to do this again, MC.  It doesn’t matter if I’m busy or somewhere else, ya better tell me the next time ya even think about goin’ out alone so that I can come with ya, got it?  No ‘buts’ about it.  ...Gahh, why’d this stupid bandage come undone?!”  He growled at the inanimate object—despite his true fury stemming from the demon who caused the wounds that he had to bandage—before redoing the wrapping process from the beginning.  “I swear, when I find who did this to ya, MC, I’m really gonna let ‘em have it!”

For the remainder of the day, Mammon was glued to MC’s side, appearing “more clingy and overbearing than usual” in his brothers’ eyes.  Of course, if anyone questioned his behavior, he simply refuted it with a red face and asserted that he just-so-happened to need to go to the same places MC went to throughout the house.  In truth, he couldn’t shake off his concerns for their well-being and wanted to be the first to jump to their aid if anything else happened, such as if their injuries worsened.  They were obviously safe from harm in the house, but Mammon found it impossible to relax unless they were within his line of sight, to the extent that he had to be in the same room (if not the same bed) as MC that night.  In order for this feeling to stop, he needed to locate the demon responsible for this, and fast.  So, in the early morning hours before MC awoke, he sent out his crows to gather intel on the low-ranking demon’s name and whereabouts.

The crows returned to Mammon just after dinner, and he left the house in a hurry, shouting back to his puzzled brothers and MC about how he was off to win big at the casino.  Soon after his arrival, he spotted his target at one of the poker tables and challenged them to play one-on-one with him.  Since Mammon didn’t have much money on hand, the demon accepted, thinking it would only last a few rounds at the most.  However, the Avatar of Greed kept winning until the demon was out of money/chips.  They tried to call it quits, but he wouldn’t allow them to leave, insisting that they still owed a lot after what they did to MC.  The color drained from the demon’s face at this realization.

“Didn't I mention that we’re playin’ ‘all or nothing’ tonight?” Mammon questioned with a smirk.  “Should we try a different ‘game’ then?  ‘Cause I ain’t nearly satisfied—not ’til I bleed ya dry.”

Although he urgently wanted to know what happened, Leviathan panicked more at how roughed up MC looked as they stood before him, so his brain temporarily went into a fear-induced autopilot.  He hastily dragged them to his room with a first aid kit, sat them down on the floor with him, and began handling their wounds without fretting over how he was touching them.  Hearing MC express their thanks managed to snap him out of his trance and drive him to apologize profusely for putting his “yucky otaku hands all over” them.  With their permission (and reassurance), he cautiously resumed his task while they told him about the events that put them in their current physical state.

“Ugh, normies are already terrible, but that demon is the worst of them all,” Levi commented bitterly.  “They’re stupider and scummier than Mammon, and that’s saying something.  I mean, you’re S-tier status, MC!  Nobody should be able to touch you at all, not even me!  You really are an angel for putting up with being this close to me.”  

He cleared his throat.  “A-Anyway, if anything, this is a good reason to stick to ordering the things you need online instead of going out to buy them.  That’s what I normally do, and it hasn’t failed me yet.  So, when we’re done here, let’s go on Akuzon to buy the stuff you were trying to get earlier.  And, um, if it’ll help, you’re welcome to chill out here with me for the rest of the day.  We can catch up on some anime and play that new game I was telling you about the other day, and you can borrow my Ruri-chan pillow and blanket set for extra comfort!  It’s like the best otaku-certified medicine for any ailment, don’t you think?”

Since they enjoyed his company and wanted to take their mind off of what happened to them, MC agreed to Levi’s ideas.  In turn, Levi did whatever he could to ensure that the human was having fun and felt relaxed the whole time they were together.  A sense of relief washed over him when he witnessed MC smiling for the first time since they came home.  It was good that they were at ease with him, but he still wished he could do more for them...

Levi's wish came true when, later, he and MC decided to play an online co-op game, using their own accounts and on separate computer screens at the otaku’s desk.  Through their headsets, they could communicate with their randomly assigned opponents during each round, and it was at the start of a new match that MC recognized one of the voices.  The sound of the player’s angry shouting toward the game’s mechanics caused the human to yank off their headset while pushing their chair away from the computers.  Levi slid his headphones down around his neck to hear them admit that a certain player was the same hostile demon from earlier before logging off and excusing themself to the bathroom.  Seeking to avenge his Henry, the Lord of Shadow mercilessly targeted the demon in the game and mocked their skills throughout the match.  But just winning against them in a game wasn’t enough—Levi needed to destroy them in the real world, too.  A bit of hacking gave him the location of the demon he was playing against, bringing a triumphant yet menacing grin to his face.

Upon receiving a threat from the attacker for him to fight them in reality, Levi simply answered, “Gladly,” before logging off.

When MC returned to the bedroom after a while, all that awaited them was a note from Levi stating that he would be back after taking Lotan out for “an urgent mission."

Satan could physically feel the wrath boiling and intensifying within him the more that MC spoke about the incident in town.  He initially was working alongside them in his bedroom to properly address their injuries, using his knowledge to determine which ones could be healed with magic and which ones required the items from the first aid kit.  However, he reached a point where his thinking grew too clouded and his movements became too rough, so he had to step aside to let the human handle the rest of their wounds while they continued to talk.  Then, just as they had come to the end of their story, Satan abruptly changed into his demon form.  He was seething with pure rage as his tail whipped wildly behind him, knocking over some of the book piles in his bedroom in the process. 

“I’m going to rip them to shreds,” the Avatar of Wrath hissed, overwhelmed with resentment toward MC’s attacker.  “Where exactly did you leave them, MC?  They might still be stuck from Solomon’s magic charm, so now’s my chance to teach them a lesson.”

MC tried to calm him, but their words fell on deaf ears.  Satan seemed to be too far gone to care about anything other than taking revenge on the “brainless” demon who laid their hands on someone so important to him.  As such, he started to push through MC when they attempted to prevent him from leaving, only to freeze at the sight of the human wincing in pain.  His hand had accidentally squeezed the injury on their arm while he was trying to pull them away from the door.  That was all it took for him to finally stop seeing red and reconsider his priorities.  With a deep exhale, as if to let out all of his fuming rage, his demon form disappeared, and he looked back at MC in a much kinder yet still troubled manner.

After confirming that MC was okay, Satan’s tone became softer as he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that.  I...couldn’t think straight at all, and I almost lost sight of what matters most right now.”  He patted their head with a smile.  “Thank you for helping me come back to my senses.  Let me take another look at what you’ve patched up to make sure everything is good for now.  Then, I think it would be best for your body if you took a short nap.  You can stay here in my room so my brothers won’t disturb you, and, if you’d like, I could sit beside you and read you a book until you fall asleep.  ...Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Satan did just as he stated, but while MC slept, he started getting in touch with his countless acquaintances via text message in hopes of acquiring any further information about the demon who harmed MC earlier.  A few eyewitness accounts of the fight’s aftermath and some exchanges of info enabled him to figure out the hostile demon’s identity.  With the hardest part taken care of, he spent his time in between hanging out with MC and reassessing their injuries to plot their attacker’s impending doom.

RAD classes had just ended for the day when Satan cornered the demon, who happened to be a student, into a classroom under the guise that he wanted to learn more about one of their hobbies.  Once the rest of the students had left the room, he casually locked the door before replacing his friendly façade with his demon form.

“You put MC through a lot of pain yesterday, you know,” Satan remarked with a monstrous expression as the low-ranking demon hurriedly backed away from him.  “For that, I intend to give you an experience a hundred times worse than what you did to them.  I even read through the latest books on torture just for this occasion.  Are you ready?  Because I sure am.”

While leading them upstairs, Asmodeus actually decided to hold off on having MC discuss the details of their situation in favor of tending to their physical condition.  He whisked them into his large bathroom, filled the tub with warm water and a mix of bath salts and oils that loosen tense muscles and promote healing, and instructed the human to take a bath (whether or not he stayed with them and helped was entirely MC’s choice).  Once they were done, Asmo gave them a soft robe to wear and brought them to his room so that they could rest on his bed while he basically gave them a mini spa day.  His voice encouraging them to relax was as delicate as his touch on the injuries he examined.  He then used magically enhanced ointments on any reddened or bruised areas of their skin and bandaged the more severe wounds.  

By this time, MC was ready to reveal how they got hurt, and with their approval, Asmo settled down at their side to gently cuddle with them.  When he normally listens to stories, he’s prone to be rather vocal and interject during key parts, but considering the context of this one, he kept his lips sealed from start to finish.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong, MC,” Asmo reassured them.  “That nasty demon should’ve never acted that way toward you.  If you ask me, it sounds like they were jealous of your popularity.  We all love you because of who you are, and someone with an ugly personality like that demon won’t ever receive such positive attention.  I almost feel sorry for them.  ...Oh, that gives me an idea!”  

He grabbed his phone and began tapping away on the screen, prompting MC to question what he’s doing.  “Well, if they’re so eager for attention,” he replied, “then that’s exactly what they’ll get.  A little quality time with me should set them straight.  ...Hm?  What do I mean?  Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear.  I’ll take care of everything.  Soon, that no-name nobody will be a forgotten memory.”  He then set aside his phone to completely refocus on his precious human, pampering all of their pain and troubles away.

That evening, a notification sound pinged on Asmo’s phone, bringing a giddy smile to his face.  Earlier, he had reached out to his social media followers to help him track down the one who assaulted MC, and it looked like a group of his fans now had that demon in their clutches as they awaited Asmo’s orders on what to do next.  With a skip in his step, he headed off to “a special gathering with his adoring fans,” leaving MC in his brothers’ care for the time being.  The bubbling delight in his features grew more wicked the moment he locked eyes with the captured demon at the designated meeting place.

“Why, hello there,” Asmo greeted as he walked closer.  “You must be the naughty demon who just couldn’t keep their hands to themself when they saw my darling MC.  But you didn’t ask for consent and went way too far with them, so now I’m going to do the same with you.”  He giggled at their reaction.  “Aw, you’re just dying with anticipation for what I have in store for you, huh?  As much as I’d love to give you the full ‘Asmo treatment,’ I don’t want to ruin my freshly manicured nails, so I’m going to leave half of the work to my adoring fans here.  Everyone, watch me closely!  This is how you punish a bad demon.”

About an hour later, MC came across a new post on Asmo's Devilgram.  It was a photo of him surrounded by a bunch of others holding or drinking glasses of Demonus with the caption: “Cheers to all these lovelies for their hard work today!  My fans are the best! ❤ ”

“I’m so sorry, MC,” Beelzebub said, guilt etched on his face while he assisted MC in tending to their wounds.  With how worn out the human looked when they arrived home, he had decided to carry them to their bedroom so that they could rest a bit while he took care of their needs, such as fetching them some food and water from the kitchen and picking out clean clothes from their dresser.  Soon enough, MC finally had the strength to explain what transpired between them and the malicious demon in town.  The details saddened Beel greatly and reminded him of how he wasn’t able to protect Lilith, leading him to blame himself for the pain that MC experienced.  “I should’ve gone with you.  Then I would’ve been able to stop that demon from hurting you.”

After MC reassured that none of this was his fault, Beel felt a little better, but the guilt continued to gnaw at him relentlessly, just like his hunger always did.  “I know,” he replied, “but I still wish I could’ve been there to save you before things turned out the way they did.  I don’t like seeing you in this state.”  His eyes somberly trailed over the human’s beaten figure before he gave a serious firm nod, making an unbreakable vow to himself and them.  “I won’t let this happen to you anymore, MC.” With their approval, he then (carefully) wrapped them in his warm embrace.

Beel became rather overprotective of MC for a while, offering to help them with the smallest of tasks and even having Belphegor watch over them at home while he went out to get the items that they were shopping for earlier.  He also wanted to avoid making their injuries any worse, so he encouraged MC to eat and rest whenever they seemed sluggish and kept his hugs as gentle as possible.  He never strayed far from their side unless they asked him to or circumstances required them to be apart, such as when they had different RAD classes.  If one of his brothers was with MC, then he didn’t worry too much, but he strived to ensure that they were never alone, at least in public places.

About a week after the incident, when Beel and MC were waiting for their order in Café Lament at one of the indoor tables, MC’s whole body tensed the moment they witnessed their attacker walk through the door.  Beel noticed the abrupt change in their demeanor, so he asked them what was wrong.  They gave him a hushed answer along with a subtle motion toward the demon waiting in line.  Beel then draped his jacket over their shoulders—as if to provide them with an impenetrable layer of protection—and instructed them to stay at the table.  Without another word, he approached the low-ranking demon, grabbed them by the face with one hand, and dragged them out of the café.  He ignored their muffled pleas as he rounded a street corner and then slammed the back of their body against the outside wall of another building.

“You tried to kill someone who matters a lot to me—and to my family, too,” Beel declared, his tone strongly matching his intimidating features.  “I can never forgive you for that.  You should be grateful that I’m going to make this quick.”

Beel later returned to the busy café just in time for his and MC’s order to be brought to their table.  After assuring MC that the demon wouldn’t bother them again, he retrieved his jacket, zipping it up the whole way to cover the splattered stains on his black shirt.  When asked about the stains, he simply replied that they were caused by the snack he ate before he came back.

MC’s unnaturally messy appearance snapped Belphegor’s lazy eyes wide open, and he checked if anyone was following behind them from outside before leading them to the attic with him, grabbing the first aid kit along the way.  Once both of them were sitting comfortably on the bed, Belphie casted the strongest healing spell he could remember to cure the bulk MC’s injuries and then asked them again to tell him how they got hurt.  Although he was prone to dozing off whenever he listened to a story, MC’s retelling of their encounter with their attacker kept him wide awake.  The sheer hatred that coursed through his veins were reminiscent of when he blamed humans for Lilith’s death.

“That bastard,” Belphie cursed through gritted teeth while working with MC to patch up their remaining wounds.  “They’re not going to get away with this.  I’ll make them pay for doing this to you, MC.”  He calmed down somewhat when he felt his favorite human place their hand overtop of his.  “...Well, I guess revenge can wait for now.  After all, you’re still here, and I want to hold you close for as long as I can before we’re inevitably interrupted by one of my brothers.  We’ve done all we can for your injuries, so why don’t you lie down to rest while I cuddle you?”

The warm snuggles with MC did make Belphie drowsy, but he struggled to fall asleep knowing that the demon who assaulted them was still on the loose.  Once the others found out what happened, he was sure they’d likely be on the hunt for the nameless demon as well, but he wanted to be the one who ultimately handled it, which he ended up voicing to his brothers.  So, the details of the incident remained strictly within the family, and by the end of the day, they had all the information they needed for Belphie to take care of MC’s attacker on his own.  Because of this, he was able to relax and smile more when he and Beel hung out with MC that evening.

During the lunch break at RAD the next day, Belphie roamed the halls in search of his prey.  His expression may have appeared grumpy or tired at a glance, but anyone who decided not to move out of his way witnessed the murderous intent in his eyes before he continued onward.  With no luck indoors, he headed outside to the school’s courtyard, where his gaze soon landed on MC’s attacker eating and conversing with a few other classmates on a bench.

“Hey, you,” Belphie said as he approached the small group, staring down at the oblivious demon.  “Get up.  You’re coming with me.  Now.”

Any sensible RAD student was aware that an order from a student council officer—or simply one of the seven demon brothers in general—could not be ignored, which led the demon to reluctantly follow behind Belphie without question.  When the two of them reached the back of the school, the Avatar of Sloth immediately switched into his demon form.

“I know what you did to MC,” Belphie declared with a dangerous look in his eyes.  The demon started to stutter out excuses, but their words abruptly became garbled from the pressure of Belphie’s hands around their neck.  “Save it.  Your fate was sealed the moment you touched them.  ...In pain already?  This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”

“I see...  And that’s what led to you rushing into the House of Lamentation like that at the same time I was leaving from my meeting with Lucifer,” Diavolo noted, his eyes closed thoughtfully as he took in the details of MC’s story.  With MC looking the worse for wear, he had contacted Barbatos to open a portal to the Demon Lord’s Castle so that he could provide them with the best treatment for their injuries and a new set of clothes.  Even with his and Barbatos’s combined efforts to clean and heal MC, he still called upon a doctor who was familiar with human physiology to double-check if there was anything else that needed to be done.  Determining that “rest” was the only other thing they needed, Diavolo dismissed Barbatos and the doctor and encouraged MC to take a nap in his bed while he did some work nearby in case they needed him.  It wasn’t until after MC slept a bit that they mentioned wanting to talk to him about their earlier predicament, which was why he was now seated across from the human in his room.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, MC,” Diavolo stated as he opened his eyes to gaze remorsefully into theirs.  “The denizens of the Devildom are allowed to have their own opinions, but none of them have the right to unjustly harm visitors from another realm because of those opinions.  Therefore, I will ensure that demon is found and receives a punishment fitting for their crime.  Your safety matters greatly to me, so I’ll continue to work towards a future where you and all other beings can peacefully coexist here.  I hope just knowing that relieves your stress a little.”

Still concerned about their condition, Diavolo reached out to Lucifer to let him know that MC would be staying overnight at the castle (and to provide him with a summary of the situation itself).  The prince also tasked Barbatos with tracking down the malicious demon so that he could finish his own work as soon as possible in order to spend time with the human he cherished.  If MC had any lingering fears, he offered them reassuring words and distracted them through fun activities.  It was MC’s choice that night whether they slept alone in one of the guest rooms or with him in his bed, securely wrapped in his arms.

It wasn’t long after the demon brothers picked up MC the following morning that Barbatos informed Diavolo that the demon who attacked MC had been located.  Shortly thereafter, the low-ranking demon was brought into his office for a private chat about their altercation the previous day.  He easily noticed the lies, exaggerations, and hidden hostility in their words, which made it more difficult for him to be professional the longer they spoke.  The last bit of patience that he was clinging onto disappeared completely when the attacker claimed that they “only wanted to give MC a good lesson on the true strength of demons.”  The prince rose from his seat, taking on his demon form as he promptly yanked the weaker demon up by the neckline of their shirt to bring them to his eye level.

“Your ‘lesson’ nearly killed them,” Diavolo declared sharply to the terrified demon.  “You would’ve not only disrupted the balance between the three realms, but also taken the life of someone who’s done a lot for me and the Devildom.”  He dropped MC’s attacker to the ground and loomed over their quaking figure.  His wings stretched wide while magic sparked from his fingertips.  “As punishment for your crimes of attempted murder and lying to your sovereign about it, allow me to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Barbatos already knew that humans were fragile, but witnessing MC in such a damaged state was a painful reminder of that fact.  He wasted no time in bringing them straight to a guest room in the Demon Lord’s Castle through one of his portals, where he took it upon himself to take care of their wounds in an efficient yet tender manner.  The Little D.’s also provided their aid by fetching water, clothes, disinfectant, and any other items that the royal butler requested.

“If it’s too much for you to speak on the matter right now, then that’s all right,” Barbatos assured MC while casting healing magic on their body.  “However, I must ask that you reveal everything to me before you leave the castle.  It is imperative that I know the truth behind your injuries so that I can guarantee your safety in the future.  Furthermore, judging by what I’m seeing here, it’s likely that this incident affects Lord Diavolo’s goals, and I cannot allow anyone to threaten his work or the peace between the three realms.”

When MC felt that the time was right, Barbatos listened patiently as they finally disclosed that they had been assaulted by a demon in town.  Holding their hand in both of his own, he replied, “Thank you for telling me all of this, MC.  Lord Diavolo and I shall see to it that the demon who attacked you faces consequences for their actions, so you needn’t worry about them going after you anymore.  If you’re still feeling anxious, however, then you are more than welcome to remain here until you’re ready to return to the House of Lamentation.  ...And, if I’m being honest, I myself feel more at ease knowing that you’re safe and sound right by my side.  What I’m saying is, take all the time you need here.  It’s no trouble at all.”

For the duration of MC’s stay at the castle that day, Barbatos served the human dutifully as if he was their butler.  Whatever they required (as long as it was within reason), he made sure it was done, along with the completion of his regular daily tasks.  They even were permitted to sleep overnight there if that’s what they wanted, which also gave Barbatos the opportunity to cuddle them close and reassess their injuries for any additional treatment they may need. 

After MC left, Diavolo granted Barbatos permission to go back in time to see who exactly assaulted MC, with the condition that he couldn’t interact with anyone there.  Knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from the sight of someone so special to him being harmed, he entered the past at the time the demon was recovering from being incapacitated by the magic charm.  With their identity verified, he returned to the present time and located the demon’s whereabouts.  He lurked in the shadows, waiting for the low-ranking demon to be alone before knocking them unconscious from behind.

MC’s attacker awoke in shackles in a room filled with various weapons and dangerous devices.  Their stomach sunk at the sight of Barbatos’s sly grin from across the room, realizing that they were in the royal butler’s rumored torture room.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here,” Barbatos remarked as he picked up one of the weapons to toy with it.  “Your actions toward MC posed a great risk to both Lord Diavolo’s goals and the life of the one most precious to many others here, myself included.  Such misdeeds cannot be overlooked.  So, consider this your ‘karma.’  Or, if you’re not as strong as you act like you are, then perhaps ‘execution’ will be the more fitting word.”

Simeon was a nervous wreck from seeing MC’s condition, but he managed to remain calm enough to attend to their immediate needs once the two of them entered MC’s bedroom.  For the time being, he concluded that it was more important to prioritize the human’s health over learning how they ended up like this.  His voice and gestures contained their usual levels of warmth and gentleness while he took care of their injuries, but his worry lines deepened at each new bruise or open wound he came across.  He also became alarmed whenever MC flinched from the pain of certain injuries, causing him to apologize and ask if they were okay before continuing his self-assigned task even more carefully.  When MC let him know that they were ready to talk, he checked to make sure they weren’t forcing themself to recall the incident this soon for his sake.  They promised that it was fine, so he offered his hand for them to hold and even his shoulder for them to lean on as they spoke.

“Oh, MC...” Simeon murmured sadly at the end of their retelling, his hand moving over to rub their back soothingly.  “To think that something like this would happen after how much time you’ve spent here in the Devildom.  You didn’t deserve it at all.  I’m sure you already know this, but not all demons outside of our friends think about humans in the same way that the one who attacked you does.  It was purely bad luck that you bumped into someone that cruel at the wrong time.  I wish I could’ve been there to protect you...”  

He shook his head and then resumed, “Well, there’s no use dwelling on what can’t be changed.  But I’m here now, so please tell me what I can do for you.  Shall we get you into some clean clothes?  Or maybe you’d like something to eat first?  ...Oh!  Would you like to see this new app on my D.D.D.?  Levi helped me install it earlier and went over the basics, but he wasn’t able to teach me everything since a new episode of an anime was about to start.  It’s still a little confusing to me, but perhaps we could learn more about it together?  It’s supposed to add silly details to photos, so I’m sure we’ll have fun with it.”

Simeon stuck by MC’s side for as long as they wanted him to and focused on comforting them to the best of his abilities.  Once MC was doing better, he left the House of Lamentation feeling a bit more relaxed yet still fretting over what had happened to the human.  While mulling over if there was anything else he could do for them, he received a text from Solomon asking him to pick up a few items from Hocus Pocus before returning to Purgatory Hall.  Because he accepted this request, he was able to literally bump into MC’s attacker as they were browsing the store’s wares.  The demon snapped at him, and in the heat of their anger, they brought up how they “already got rammed into by a pretentious human earlier today” and now had to “find a potion to get rid of the aftereffects of the magic charm they used.”

Simeon firmly pressed his hand against the demon’s sternum to prevent them from storming past him.  “It was you who hurt MC?” he questioned with an uncharacteristically narrowed gaze.  The demon’s panicked expression confirmed his suspicions.  “I see.  In that case, listen to me carefully:  If you come anywhere near them again, I won’t hesitate to show you exactly why demons used to fear the power of angels.  Do you understand?”

The strange burning sensation coming from the angel’s hand that joined with his threat was enough to make the pale-faced demon nod repeatedly, desperate to avoid a terrible fate. Simeon removed his hand and flashed a friendly grin as he bid them a permanent farewell.  Sure enough, MC never encountered that particular demon again.

“While I’m glad that my defensive charm was of use to you,” Solomon stated, “it’s unfortunate that you still had to go through such an ordeal.  I’ve had my fair share of demons try to pick fights with me, too, specifically back when I wasn’t as skilled with my magic.  So, I can understand how you’re feeling right now.  Maybe I can create a new charm that activates automatically when its holder is in danger..."

The immortal sorcerer brainstormed the technicalities of making this type of magic charm, muttering his thoughts aloud as he searched in his collection for a potent tonic that would aid in healing MC’s injuries.  He had decided to use the spell that allows him to instantly travel to different places in order to take MC back to his room in Purgatory Hall.  It was not only one of the best places for privacy, but it also contained plenty of magical items that would help with MC’s current condition.  He had already taken care of their dried blood, tattered clothes, and small scratches, which only left the bigger wounds and bruises untreated.  Throughout this time, he had listened to his fellow human’s explanation about how they ended up this way.  He wasn’t too shocked that this sort of exchange occurred, but it deeply angered him nonetheless, even though he didn’t outwardly express it.

Solomon soon chose the best tonic he could find, giving it to MC to drink as he resumed, “In any case, I’ll make you a duplicate of that charm so that you can protect yourself if a similar situation arises.  Still, your best bet in avoiding any irritable demons would be to stick with someone you know when you go out.”  He grinned warmly at them while retrieving the empty bottle from their hands.  “I’m more than willing to join you anytime, MC, so don’t hesitate to contact me.  Whether it’s to hang out or just to watch over you, I always enjoy the time we spend together.  ...Oh, look at that!  The bruises on your arms are already starting to fade.  That tonic worked very well.  How are you feeling, though?  Any other ailments I should address?”

Just to be sure that there were no unusual side effects from the magically enhanced healing items, Solomon insisted that MC stay with him for a little while longer.  The two of them engaged in leisurely and comforting activities during that time, like reading, watching videos on DevilTube, and listening to music.  Solomon also tried to cook MC a meal—certain that they must’ve been hungry after everything that happened—but they managed to talk him out of it.  (They want to get better, not worse!)  Depending on how well MC was doing in the evening, they either went back home or spent the night at Purgatory Hall with Solomon and the others.

After escorting MC home from RAD classes the following afternoon, the sorcerer locked himself in his room to conduct a summoning spell.  He had noticed a peculiar strand of hair on MC’s shirt the previous day and—based on some of the hair-pulling struggle in their story—concluded that it belonged to their attacker.  It was a lucky find that enabled him to summon the low-ranking demon directly to his room without having to track them down.  Once the demon appeared, Solomon quickly followed up with a spell that rendered them completely immoble.

“What’s this?  Can’t move?” the witty sorcerer inquired with feigned surprise.  “I thought you wanted to show us humans ‘what demons are truly capable of?’  Well, since you’re not going anywhere, I’m going to show you what I’m capable of when you hurt someone important to me.”

It was fortunate that no one else was home to hear the demon’s mangled screams.

“What an awful demon!” Luke huffed as he helped MC clean and bandage their wounds in the bathroom.  “They had no right to treat you like that just because you bumped into them by accident!  Demons really are—!”  He paused abruptly, realizing what he was about to say.  As easy as it would be for him to label all demons as “evil,” “ruthless,” “the worst,” and so on, he knew better now that such thoughts weren’t true, especially with how kind the demon brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos had been to him.

“I’m sorry, MC,” Luke said.  “I’m just really upset about what that demon did to you.  But I shouldn’t be focused on my feelings right now. Are you okay?  If you’re feeling up to it, would you like to try one of the cupcakes I just brought over?  I made extra so that I could share them with you and the others. That’s why I was here when you came home.  Beel isn’t around right now, so they should still be in the kitchen.”

The young angel put on a smile for MC’s sake, and it seemed to be enough to persuade them to accept his suggestion.  While they went to their bedroom to change out of their blood-stained clothes, Luke trotted off to the kitchen to fetch a cupcake for them.  During his brief time alone, he pondered over what happened to MC, and his heart ached from how hurt his best friend was and from the understanding that not all demons were as accepting of humans and angels as those closest to the two of them.  He didn’t want MC to go through such a scary, terrible event again, so shortly after he entered their bedroom, he offered to cast his angel’s blessing on them, which would protect them from any other malicious demons.  He also told them that they can rely on him anytime, even if it’s just to accompany them to a store.  

Luke then stayed with MC for the rest of the day, chatting and playing games until he fell asleep and Simeon was called to pick him up.  The next time the young angel saw all of the demon brothers together, he scolded them, demanding that they do a better job in watching over MC from now on. (The brothers outwardly brushed off his remarks, but they actually felt the same way. By this point, though, they had already learned about what happened from MC and handled the demon together through their own means.)

“Considering the results of the latest ‘RAD Exchange Program’ survey, I can’t say I’m too surprised about this,” Mephistopheles noted.  “Nevertheless, this is unacceptable.  Any civilized demon—  Hold it!  The bandage will fall off if you don’t wrap it correctly, and then it'll be harder for that cut to heal.”  He sighed as he took off his white gloves and set them on the table in the human’s bedroom, not wanting to get any of MC’s slightly-oozing blood on them.  “Hand it here.  I’ll wrap it for you this time, but watch carefully.”

When Mephisto had come over to the House of Lamentation to borrow a book from Satan, the last thing he expected to encounter in his short visit —and just before leaving, of all times!—was a battered MC.  To top it off, now he was dressing their wounds!  Though, if he was being honest with himself, he was more concerned about what transpired between the malicious demon and MC than about having to spend more time at HoL on his day off.

“As I was saying,” Mephisto went on, scooting his chair a bit closer to where MC was seated beside him while he tended to their arm, “any civilized demon would know better than to threaten Diavolo’s goals.  They may as well have put a target on their back for assaulting an exchange student, especially you out of everyone.  But without a name, that target could still easily hide in a crowd.  How would we bring them out into the open...?”

After securing the bandage and putting his gloves back on, Mephisto had an idea.  He proceeded to ask MC to describe the demon who hurt them in as much detail as they could recall.  The image of the individual that formed in his mind prompted him to take out his D.D.D. to show MC a photo of some RAD students that he used for a past newspaper article.

“That’s them on the end?” he double-checked with the human.  “You’re certain?  ...All right, then leave the rest to me.  In the meantime, focus on taking care of yourself, got it?  And if you need anything, you can call or text me.  Don’t abuse this privilege, though!  Anyway, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Mephisto believed that noblemen like himself should never get their hands dirty, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t tear apart MC’s attacker in another way.  Once he returned home, he drafted an article about the incident, complete with the malicious demon’s name and face, and emailed it to the demon with the warning that if they didn’t want it to be published, then they would meet him in the newspaper club room before tomorrow’s morning classes.  Sure enough, the demon arrived the next day, their expression irate but their words filled with fear and desperation.  They admitted to everything that had happened with MC the previous day at Mephisto’s request, but they also tried to rationalize their actions and plead why the article shouldn’t be published.  Unbeknownst to the demon, however, Mephisto had already sent the article to Diavolo and Barbatos and even had his phone opened in the middle of a call with the two of them, allowing them to hear everything MC’s attacker had said to him.  Within minutes, the prince and butler entered the room to seize the demon and punish them for what they had done.  No one saw that student ever again, much to Mephisto’s delight.

“Hm, so that’s what happened...” Raphael muttered pensively, his gaze trained to the shirt he was sewing in MC’s room.  He had asked the human to give him their tattered clothes for him to mend, certain that he could fix it to be as good as new considering how often he used to do this for Lucifer’s younger brothers. He also insisted that he didn't mind doing so since he was free the rest of the day—he was just on his way out from a brief meeting with Lucifer when MC had run into him.  As he worked, MC spoke to him while they tended to their wounds and changed into clean clothes, not once feeling the angel’s eyes on them but assured that he was still listening to them when he was able to repeat back things they had said.

“That goes against Lord Diavolo’s rules here, though, right?” Raphael questioned.  Upon receiving confirmation, he continued, “Then, that demon broke a law.  Such an act cannot go unpunished.  When I find them, I’ll take care of them for you.”

Regardless of MC’s response, the angel was determined to seek justice.  In his mind, just as those in the Celestial Realm were obligated to follow the rules, so should those in the Devildom, no matter how feral or bound by instinct the demon may be.  Plus, he wasn’t going to let anyone get away with hurting someone close to him, especially for no good reason.  But as for the present moment, he would finish mending MC’s clothes and, if they wanted him to, stick around a little longer to help them feel better and safe.

“Make sure Lucifer or one of the others is with you when you go out,” Raphael calmly lectured before he left.  “If they’re not available, then I don’t mind if you call on me.  And try to keep a closer eye on your surroundings so that you don’t unintentionally upset someone again.  Oh, and I'll ask Solomon to make you some more of those defensive charms for similar emergencies.  ...I’ll get going now.  I hope your wounds heal quickly, MC.”

The next day, MC seemed to be doing better, so Raphael didn’t dwell on the situation as much aside from watching out for anyone who looked like their attacker.  But later, when the two of them were out in town, MC caught sight of the demon from before.  Raphael wasted no time in summoning a shower of spears that ultimately cornered MC's attacker into an alleyway.  He pulled one of the spears out of the ground and pointed it dangerously close to the demon’s throat, his gaze on them just as sharp as the weapon in his hand. If MC chose to intervene, then he’d leave with a threat that’d shake the demon down to their core and drive them to live on the other side of the realm.  Otherwise, Raphael would wordlessly cut down the demon in an instant with no remorse, making it clear why he’s known as “the hit man from the Celestial Realm.” In either case, Raphael would feel relieved in knowing that MC was safe from that particular demon, and perhaps other demons would think twice before they lay a hand on the human he protected.

“There’s plenty of demons like that one out here,” Thirteen remarked, her leg crossed over the other as she sat on MC’s bed.  She passed the human some gauze from the first aid kit so they could wrap it around their forearm.  “I guess that’s hard to believe with those seven brothers constantly fawning over you, but even they were cruel to you when you first met, right?  Well, that’s what Asmodeus told me while he was painting my nails earlier. My point is, you can’t ever let your guard down.”

After hearing MC express their understanding of her words, the reaper resumed, “Glad we're in agreement.  Now hurry and get yourself fixed up.  The sooner we head back out, the better.  ...Why?  We’re going to get revenge on that demon, of course!  I doubt they’re still subdued from that magic charm, but they should still be weak enough for us to track them down.”

While the human finished cleaning themself up, Thirteen excitedly discussed the different traps she had in order to capture the demon and give them a taste of their own medicine.  Since MC wasn’t able to properly fight back when they were attacked, Thirteen had every intention of helping them one-up the demon, viewing the skirmish more like a competition that she and MC had to win. The demon struck first, so now the two of them were going to strike back, even harder and better than the attacker would ever expect, she concluded.

Should MC express hesitation toward the idea, Thirteen would try to persuade them by saying that letting the demon get away with their actions would be the same as admitting defeat and permitting them to attack again anytime.  Also, despite knowing the true nature of demons, she couldn’t help but feel angry about what happened to MC and wanted to stop anyone who dared to threaten their life.

Whether they followed by choice or were basically dragged along, MC soon returned to the scene of the crime with Thirteen in search of the perpetrator.  It took a bit of time, but the duo eventually found the demon on the outskirts of town and pursued them into the forest.  Thirteen used a trap she named “Pretty Pitfall Number 6” to blast a deep hole in the ground for the demon to fall into.  The reaper stood over the edge of the pit, looking down smugly at the disoriented being below.

“I was expecting more of a fight,” Thirteen laughed.  “Oh well.  I guess that just makes it easier for me to test out some more traps on you.  They’re designed to help me reap the soul of a certain immortal sorcerer, you know.  I wonder how they’ll fare on you.”  She then happily tossed down a multitude of her handmade mechanisms to attack the demon as payback for what they did to MC.  

The cries of the demon echoed through the forest as Thirteen watched her traps in action.  Satisfied with their effectiveness, she put her arm around MC’s shoulders and led them back into town for a celebratory meal.  (Even if the demon survived, there was no way they’d have the courage or physical strength to retaliate again with the reaper on MC’s side.)

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Nine

Previous

The three had been travelling well into the night.

Anakin was the one to steer the horses, claiming that he'd been doing it since he was a child, his puppy sat in his lap, the whole time, he hadn't even bothered to ask either of the girls to carry him.

"What are we gonna call them?" Ahsoka asked, holding her puppy up in one hand, to stop him from chewing on her hair.

"Artoo." Anakin answered, without hesitation.

"Oh, have you just had that name picked out for a while?" Lovisa looked at him, confused, and so did Ahsoka.

"No, he just looks like an Artoo." He shrugged. "He looks like a Threepio, and he looks like a Seven" Anakin placed his right hand on each of the other puppies heads, as he named them.

“Two, three, seven…” Ahsoka mumbled to herself.

"Guess that's figured out, then" Lovisa looked at Threepio. "Guess I finally gave my parents a heir" She joked "Prince Threepio."

"A dog as the next king?" Anakin chuckled.

"Yes, he's my son, and it's my next of kin that gets the throne after me."

"So... Lovey... anything new going on with you?" Ahsoka asked, with an obvious hinting tone.

"Uhm, no, I don't think so." She refused to look at her friend. "Nothing that you don't already know."

"Are you sure?" Ahsoka asked. "How's the dating life going?"

"Snips, how is yours going?" She side eyed her, catching on to what she was getting at.

"Nothing much to share, so tell me again how you knew Anakin was leaving?"

"The same as you, I suppose." She looked at the sky, feigning boredom.

"Liar."

"Ahsoka, you're distracting, I'm trying to focus." Anakin snapped.

"Look, if you guys are sneaking around, which I know you are-"

"We're not!" They both cut her off.

"I'm not a fool, but, as I was saying, I don't care if you are, happy for you, but don't leave me out of the loop, you need at least one alliance, because Lovey, you would have been locked up in a tower, with no way of leaving, by your parents, if it weren't for me."

"I wish to not talk about this anymore, Anakin, how much longer, is left?"

"Day and a half, M'lady." He answered.

"Very well." She sighed.

"Eurgh!" Ahsoka shrieked. "Seven just pissed on me!"

Anakin couldn't help himself but to burst out laughing, and when he turned to look at her, his stomach hurt by how much he laughed, which started Lovisa off, as she found delight in her friends misery, as well.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny!" The girl scowled, as she held Seven high in the air, again.

"I think that might be karma." Anakin wiped at his eyes.

"For what?!" She snapped at him.

"For invading our private business." Lovisa answered.

"Oh, so there is private business between you two?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"No." Both their smiles had dropped.

"I have clean clothes, in my bag, you need to stop." Ahsoka sighed, grabbing her satchel from the back of the carriage.

"Soka, we're in the middle of nowhere." Anakin scrunched his nose up.

"Exactly, no one will see me." She shrugged.

"Fine" he rolled his eyes, steering the horses to a stop, and when given the chance, Ahsoka hopped out of the Carriage.

"Lovey." She nodded her head, for the princess to follow, which she did, getting up to also jump out.

"Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?" He asked Lovisa.

"With Snips." She answered, as if it was obvious. "She can't go off by herself."

"And you're not supposed to leave my side, something could happen."

"We're perfectly able to handle ourselves, skyguy." Ahsoka told him.

"Yeah, we'll be fine."

"Don't go too far!" He called after them, as they headed into the trees.

"He is definitely worse than Colo." Ahsoka commented.

"Least Colo would encourage us to go and venture places." Lovisa agreed. "He'd follow us the whole time, but he would still let us."

"Tell me what's going on between you two." Ahsoka pressed.

"Snips." She sighed.

"Come on, we're supposed to be best friends, who am I gonna even tell?"

"If you already know somethings going on, why are you so insistent on asking?"

"Because I want you to tell me, with your own words, we've told each other everything since we could talk."

"Fine, we kissed." She finally admitted. "A lot."

"And?" Ahsoka pushed, as she handed her cloak to Lovisa to hold, so she could take off her dress.

"He... he wants a relationship."

"But you don't?" She furrowed her brows.

"It's not that." Lovisa sighed, as she leaned against a tree. "I'm being realistic, but he refuses to listen, thinks we have a chance, regardless, even if I'm to be queen, he doesn't think it matters, that we can just keep this to ourselves, for the rest of our lives."

"How are you supposed to do that?"

"Exactly! Thank you. I have expectations, that he can't meet, I can't just appear single my entire life, and bare no children, the people would talk, my throne would be at risk, so many things are against us."

"So why not just end it?" Ahsoka asked, as she changed into a brown skirt, with a matching tube top.

"Because, whenever I try to make him see reason... he just says the most beautiful things, and I can't fight temptation, I never have been able to, my chest feels on fire every time he's around, and... I don't know." Her fingers were in her hair, tugging at her roots. "How on earth am I supposed to just, get over him and move on to someone else, knowing I will never be happy with them, when I experienced having him in my life."

"I didn't realise it was this bad." Ahsoka side eyed her.

"What do you mean?"

"You fell hard, you're nearly in love with him."

"Don't say that, Snips!" She said with frustration, dropping her face into her hands. "There's no coming back if those words are out in the air."

"I think it's too late." She said, with pity, disposing her dirty dress in a bush. "Compose yourself, we gotta go back, before he comes looking for us."

"Right." Lovisa lifted her head, fanning her blushed cheeks, as they turned back.

Their arms were linked, as they walked through the trees.

"Wait." Ahsoka stopped walking, halting Lovisa, as well.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Someone's here."

"It's probably just Anakin." Lovisa shrugged, about to continue walking, but Ahsoka pulled her back.

"No, it's not him, I can tell."

That's when two figures walked out, in front of them.

They were both male, and although they were both taller than the girls, one was a whole foot taller than the other, they both looked dirty, like they hadn't bathed in a while, and their hair looked outgrown, even their facial hair was in need of a groom.

"What are two young ladies doing out here, all by yourselves?" The shorter one hollered at them. "You should know this ain't a place for the likes of you."

"We're just on our way." Ahsoka answered, having a tight grip on Lovisa. "Our friend isn't too far."

"You seem pretty jumpy." The man disregarded Ahsoka, eying Lovisa, who tried with her might to hide her fear, but it was rather hard. "You ain't from around here, are ya?"

"Look, our friend's gonna come looking for us, and you don't wanna be around when he gets here." Ahsoka moved so that Lovisa was stood behind her.

"What, you do all her talking?" The man finally paid attention to the girl.

"Leave her alone, alright, we ain't troubling you, so move on."

"Let's just take the both of 'em and get out of here." The taller, brutish one, said.

"You two are from the kingdom, ain't ya?" The short one smirked, still staring at Lovisa, examining her clothes, especially her cloak.

"I recognise her, Jaa, yeah, she's from the kingdom, alright."

Lovisa bowed her head, trying to hide her face, begging they wouldn't recognise.

"Shit, Jaa, that's the lil princess." The taller one finally realised.

"Come off it, Lon." Jaa scoffed.

"Nah, honest, that's the princess, swear it on my ma. I would never forget a face like that."

Lovisa's heart raced, begging that Anakin was near.

"You really the princess?" Jaa asked.

"She's not, alright, we're not from the kingdom." Ahsoka told him.

"Well, my friend here claims she is. He swore it on his ma."

"Then he must not treasure his ma, cause she ain't."

"Then why ain't she talking, eh? I hear the princess loves running her mouth."

"I can talk, I just don't wanna talk to the likes of you two." Lovisa deepened her voice, trying her hardest to shake her posh accent, from living in the palace.

"You are the princess!" Lon gasped.

"Lon, grab her, we can get rid of her servant, this ones gonna make us a pretty penny." Jaa grinned.

The large man stepped forward, yanking Ahsoka by the arm, and throwing her to the ground, roughly, so that he could grab Lovisa.

"Get off her!" Ahsoka shouted, as she got to her feet quickly, finding a branch on the ground, and whacked the man with it.

"Cunt!" Lon shouted, as he tried to stop Lovisa from wiggling out of his grip, and stopping Ahsoka from attacking him.

They had both missed Jaa grabbing a switch blade from his pocket.

Lovisa bit hard on her captors arm, causing the man to drop her to the ground.

"Argh." He screamed, seeing that she had drawn blood.

Jaa had grabbed the princess by her hair, yanking her up, as he held the switchblade to her throat, daring her to try anything.

"What you gonna do now? Huh?" He asked, staring down Ahsoka, who had paused, seeing that her friend was in danger, once more. "Drop it."

She did as he told, throwing the branch away from her, raising her hands above her head.

"You hurt her, and you're dead." She spat.

He laughed at her, before sniffing Lovisa's hair, as she cringed away from him.

"What are you gonna do? Find another twig to hit us with? Lon, we'll take her, I like 'em feisty."

Lon went to take a step forward, toward the girl, but as he did, a sword slashed from his shoulder, to his opposite hip, slicing through his abdomen.

He fell to the ground with two loud thuds, blood spilling from his torn body, soaking the ground in blood, and with him on the ground, the attacker was revealed.

Anakin Skywalker stood there, with his sword raised, assessing the scene, his eyes were sharp, and the muscles in his jaw was tense, as he laid his eyes on the princess, and the man with the blade to her throat.

"S-stay back!" Jaa, shouted at him, as he pulled Lovisa with him, creating distance between them and the Jedi.

"You let her go, now, and I'll spare your life." Anakin bargained.

"How do I know you ain't gonna do what you did to my friend?" Jaa's voice shook with fear, as he spoke.

"The longer you hold that little knife to her throat, the slimmer my mercy is." He replied, with boredom.

Jaa, dropped his hands instantly, shoving the princess, in order to bolt it, but Ahsoka was quicker, tripping him, and letting him fall on his face.

"Are you okay?" Anakin helped Lovisa up, from the ground.

"Yeah- yes, I'm okay." She nodded, looking between him and the two other men.

Anakin held her jaw, lifting her face, as he checked her for injuries, that's when he noticed a tiny nick on her throat, from where Jaa had held the knife to it.

"He hurt you." The boy glared, as he gently swiped at it.

"What? It doesn't hurt." She shook her head.

"Doesn't matter." He decided, stepping away from her, and to the man who had tried to scramble away, but Ahsoka dug her boot into his chest.

He twirled his sword in his hand, effortlessly, as he grabbed the man by his grimy hair, forcing him to his knees.

"This is what's gonna happen, you're gonna apologise to these fine ladies, sincerely, and beg for their forgiveness, then I'm going to split you open, from your mouth, to your navel, you understand that?" He asked, casually.

The man blubbered and cried, begging Anakin to let him go, but this only seemed to piss him off more, tightening his grip on his hair.

"I didn't ask you to cry like a bitch, I asked if you understood." Anakin mocked.

He nodded his head profusely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, have mercy on me, don't let him kill me, please, please!" He cried, repeatedly, his hands clenched together, looking as though he were talking to God. "Don't let him kill me, please, I'm a good man, I- I am a good man, I don't deserve this."

Ahsoka spat at him.

"Have fun in hell." She said, nodding at Anakin, whilst Lovisa watched, unmoving, not being able to even blink, as Anakin forced his sword into the man's open mouth, and slashed it down, just like he said he would.

He let go of the man, letting the two sides of his body drop to the ground, and just like his friend, his own blood spilled out, around him.

"Let's go." Anakin sighed, flicking his sword, causing blood to splatter, then used an handkerchief to wipe it clean, before placing it back in its scabbard.

He placed his open palm on the small of Lovisa's back, guiding her back towards the carriage, as she stared open wide, attempting to process the brutality she had just witnessed the man she had feelings for, do, simply for leaving the tiniest cut on her.

She hadn't even noticed it, but now, it burned, as she ran her finger over it, knowing that a life was taken, for it.

She tried telling herself that they were bad people, they were foul, and that they had disgusting plans for her, and her friend, but never once in her life, had she watched life leave a man's eyes.

What Anakin had done, went against everything the Jedi stood for, the Jedi did not kill, and they did not strike first, ever, and not one of the men had a weapon on him, as he struck them down.

Next

[emmis15]

Daryl's three favorite memories

3-

—You should take advantage of the fact that there's a long barrier and a roof over our heads to rest at least a bit— Kat's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as I stared out the window.

—Normally it's me telling you that you should sleep, like now that you should be with your eyes closed taking care of Carl— I said crossing my arms over my chest.

—I can't if you're not beside me to hold me.

—You're a spoiled brat, Kat— I shook my head as I looked down at my chest.

—Maybe— she rested her head on my shoulder.

We both stood in silence, gazing at the starry sky, listening to our breathing and occasionally the breathing of others.

—The sky will look better outside, come with me— she took my hand and pulled it with a slight smile.

We left the house being careful not to wake anyone. She was very poorly dressed, only wearing her red plaid shirt buttoned up to her chest and bare feet, so I gave her my vest as if that would help.

She leaned her forearms against the railing of the white porch while the moon and I stood behind her with my arms beside hers, gazing at her while we both sighed.

—It reminds me of my previous home, before everything started.

—Go wake everyone up, we're leaving now— I said as I stepped away, and she grabbed my hand.

We stared into each other's eyes again as I approached the railing, now her elbows resting against the cold wood and her eyes on mine, my hands on her waist without breaking eye contact.

—Not the aspect of a racist neighborhood full of multimillionaires but in the sense of a private place full of houses, artificial air, and the superficiality with which reality is painted outside of this place— she said as she touched my chin, analyzing the small hairs I had.— These people don't know what's really out there, and it shows from the plasticity of the environment.

—I never thought I would say it, but now I miss being outside.

She let out a small laugh, wrapping her arms behind my neck and pulling me towards her.

—It's only been hours, give this dollhouse a chance— she said with laughter in her voice, and I just gave her a dirty look.— Or until I take over the place, whichever comes first.

I laughed with her then, knowing her, she would be the new leader in a sort of coup d'état if she found more flaws than what she already had on a list in that stupid notebook she always carried around.

—My girlfriend is always going to be the next dictator of every place we go to, ¿right?— I asked, burying my face in her neck and smelling the cleaning products she forced me to use.

—Not a dictator, I like to think of myself as a kind of savior superior to the previous leaders.

—And then the narcissist is me, obviously.

She laughed, grabbing my face and pulling me away from her neck to be inches apart.

—I know you feel uncomfortable, really, I know, it's just like you looked around with disgust but believe me, for once in our lives, ignoring the harsh reality is going to come to us to relax at least our shoulders a bit— her voice was sweet, her gaze hopeful.

She always comforted Carl, saying that everything would be fine because somewhere near or far there was a place where we could all be together as a family and give him and Judith a "normal" life. Since Terminus, that hope began to bother me, but now she seemed so happy within what she was accustomed to before that I couldn't help but smile.

—I don't want anything to happen, I want to protect everyone— I said, playing with the fabric of her waist.

—I know, Daryl, really, I know, but in this world, I think we should already know that something is always going to happen, and we should also learn that there will be few places or moments where we could breathe safely, at least for a while, this is one of those times, I know everything seems so Barbie-like but for once, you should be able to lie down and live the heterosexual and vanilla fantasy of the American dream.

—We said we wouldn't have children— I looked at her confused.

—Not with ours, but with Carl and Judith or whoever happens to be the cool guys with dogs and cats, Deanna said we could have a house as a "young" couple to have new population, I think she wanted us to have children. and no pets, but never specified— She swayed his hips from side to side with a teasing smile on his face.

—I highly doubt she meant having children after asking in front of the whole group if he was your father— I looked at her with a sour face seeing her amused smile.

—It was funny, actually.

—For you, not for me, it's the first time they've told us that, and I'm not even that old— I said with indignation but with some fun in my face; this conversation could be taken too seriously.

—There are a couple of years difference between you and me, we know that, I think we were so used to everyone in our world being people who knew we were from the beginning that it caught you by surprise but not me.

—Yes, because you're the sweet and young girlfriend of this old and grumpy man who could be your father, of course, you won't mind being called my daughter.

—A little, I didn't really mind, but it was still weird, I didn't feel very comfortable with how natural it was for him to say it.

We both fell silent for a while, looking at each other in the eyes, but in my head, I could only think about how lucky I was to find a woman like Kat, things like these situations that I knew were going to happen since 16 years of difference is too much.

I could see the rest of the people in that plastic place and I realized how things were.

I noticed the looks that were directed at Kat; I never forgot how beautiful my girlfriend was. It never crossed my mind to not give her at least one compliment a day, as in my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman on earth. But I also noticed that now more unfamiliar and shallow people around us looked at her with eyes beyond doubt or fear. It struck me to the core to have been so accustomed to being the only one who could see her in that way, as everyone else was family, which now left me banging my head against the wall.

Our age difference had always been marked, but after so much time together, it was hardly noticeable, neither to us nor to the group, so it became something normal. Now, with many more people her age and the same youth, I had some doubt that she might see that she was with an old, bitter, tired, and fed-up man, and might leave for someone with her same energy and positivity.

—¿What are you thinking about?— she asked, running her fingers through my long hair.

—That I don't deserve you, but you're still with me— I said as I looked at her.

She straightened up, leaving her relaxed posture behind and looked at me with concern, grabbing my hands and leaving them in the middle of both of us.

—¿Is this because of what Deanna said or because I laughed? Because I swear my intention wasn't to make you doubt our relationship; it was just something funny— she said, worried, and I wanted to kick myself.

—It's not because of that, darling, but it's related a bit. There are so many people your age that I'm afraid you'll realize you're with an old man like me, knowing that there are many more possibilities with someone like them.

She relaxed as she looked at me teasingly.

—Daryl, I don't want anyone my age; I don't want anyone else but you, the one who has been with me all the way. Even though we didn't get along at first, we managed to iron out our differences, and look where we are. I want the man who held my hand and supported me all the time, and believe me, the age of both of us isn't a very important factor for me because you could be my age, or I could be yours, and the situation would be the same, ¿right?— her hands framing my face with a smile that melted my heart.

I just nodded.

—I love you, ¿okay?— she said as she looked at me with a small smile.

We had agreed a long time ago that "I love you" between us would only be in very serious moments because it was a true show of love for us. I could still remember our first "I love you" when the prison was attacked.

—I love you— I said as I kissed her lips forcefully, pressing her hips against the railing.

Daryl could see the house where they had spent their first night in Alexandria, while everyone was gathered with him except Kat, who was in the house they shared with their little cat Luna. He wanted to run to her after escaping from the Saviors and reunite with the group, but according to Maggie, she had fallen into a deep depression, so things had to be taken very calmly.

Hello everyone, I wanted to clarify that I'm not a native English speaker, so if there are any errors, please let me know with utmost respect. Don't forget to give a like if you enjoyed it or reblog to reach more people. Sending greetings and kisses to all <3

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

How to train your Drake, Ch5

As always! TWs for this chapter! religious trauma, body modification, self-harm, and suicidal tendencies for religious reasons, as usual. Also as usual, possessive behavior, stockholm syndrome (?), and obsession. And just general horror elements, too. :D

Previous part

Trixx smiled as she dragged the girl to her feet. With a wave of her hand, the girl was cleaned up, the wound on her arm sewn shut. This didn’t stop her from trembling. The pallor must have been fear, then, rather than blood loss.

She took the girl’s face in her hands, smiling when she flinched, trying to avoid the sharp fingernails that brushed over her cheeks, worryingly close to her eyes.

“Well then. I guess I should protect what’s mine,” she said.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Tikki, sitting in the trees. One leg crossed over another primly, as if that could hide the nasty glare they were sending Trixx’s way.

Trixx smirked and turned the girl in her arms, hugging her close to her chest, her chin placed delicately atop her head.

Marinette was surprisingly pliant. She may not know why, exactly, Trixx was doing this, she couldn’t see Tikki, couldn’t know that she was being presented. But she was still being respectful by ragdoll-ing, allowing herself to be played with, perfectly obedient.

Trixx could definitely see why Tikki liked her.

She hugged the girl tighter, almost laughing when Marinette gave a small hiss of pain, the wings on her back bending at awkward angles.

Tikki narrowed their eyes.

And then they were gone.

Marinette… still had wings.

Trixx actually did laugh, now. The girl stiffened, but Trixx ignored that as she drew back to inspect the wings. Glassy, pretty things, not unlike those you might find on an insect. Wasn’t that an interesting punishment? A permanent reminder of what Tikki had done for her just moments before she’d been scorned?

Not to mention the very real chance that the wings would end up pinned to some collector’s wall one day, like a prize.

Trixx smiled, tugging on one, watching the skin of Marinette’s back pull along with it, hearing the girl’s aborted cry.

Ah, Trixx could always count on Tikki to be interesting for her.

She couldn’t wait to see how this story played out.

Speaking of…

She sat Marinette down on the altar. The girl visibly cringed as blood threatened to stain the edges of her skirt. But she didn’t move away.

Tim was finally allowed to see the clearing. He had been circling them for ages now. He knew the area well enough by now not to be tricked by the terrain twisting to keep him out, was smart enough to know that that meant Trixx was privately meeting with someone, and what that might entail.

It wasn’t even a full minute before he was stumbling into the clearing. He was in his ‘human’ form, his clothes bloodied and ripped. She suspected this might be an attempt to get on her good side, a way to show his devotion and gratitude. She knew that he hated being in his human form when he was upset – for humans cried, and that was something that dragons didn’t really do. It made him uncomfortable.

Yet here he was, sobbing openly, and not just because he had gotten a little banged up while running after Marinette.

Trixx fought the urge to roll her eyes. After all this time, the boy should know that the gods didn’t feel pity.

Marinette pressed her hands over her mouth, looking like she might be sick again.

“Do you – do you know where she is?” Tim asked. She was sure he already knew, she hadn’t bothered to hide the blood on the altar from his view, only Marinette. But he still had to ask, he didn’t want to come across as rude, not now.

Trixx hummed. “Maybe.”

“Could you tell me?”

Trixx took a moment to mull this over. “I can’t do anything without an Offering.”

Tim gave her a look that bordered on wary. Still, he brought his left arm to his mouth and tore into the old scar.

Despite Marinette’s efforts to keep quiet for fear that the illusion was merely visual, she still gave a disgusted little gasp when his blood splattered over her lap.

Tim, of course, didn’t hear. Trixx’s tricks would never be so easy to divert.

Marinette only seemed mildly relieved by this fact. Probably because there was blood on her.

Trixx smiled. “I’m not sure that I can help you today. I’m not Kaalki, you know, Information is hardly one of my fortes.”

Tim looked like he doubted this. Which was fair. Trixx absolutely could tell him that Marinette was right in front of him, that if he reached forward just a few more centimeters his claws would catch in the fabric of her shirt. Nothing was stopping her. Not even the deal with Marinette held enough power to keep her from telling all.

But that would be boring.

“She offered me something I couldn’t refuse,” Trixx said, lifting her hands in a nonchalant shrug. “And, unfortunately, Tim, you don’t have anything of equivalent value.”

He looked at her for a solid minute. He wasn’t praying to her outright, so she couldn’t quite hear him, but that didn’t mean that Trixx couldn’t practically see the blasphemous words bouncing around in his head. His hands fell to his sides, curling into fists so tight that even more blood started to spill into the grass below. For a moment, she wondered if he was actually going to try and attack her. Now, that would be interesting.

But then Tim sighed and purposefully relaxed his body, part by part, until he could send her a strained kind of smile. “Thank you for appearing,” he said, tipping his head forward in a respectful bow.

And then he speed walked out of the clearing. When she pricked her ears, she was delighted to hear him curse loudly and kick a tree just out of view.

Trixx turned her attention back onto Marinette. The girl had leaned forward slightly to watch Tim leave, suspicion and curiosity lingering in her gaze. But then she realized that she had moved and quickly straightened back up into the position Trixx had left her in.

Trixx’s eyes narrowed in a smile.

“You’ll be invisible for as long as you want to be,” Trixx said, smiling as she took the girl’s chin in her hand. “But once you no longer wish it, it will be gone.”

A faint shiver ran through Marinette. “... no one will be able to see me?”

“Nope. Won’t be able to see you, hear you, feel you…” Trixx tipped her head to the side, trying for an innocent expression, but she had never quite managed to pull off that trick. Perhaps because she didn’t know what her face actually did when she was innocent – after all, she never was. “It’s what you wanted, right? To be hidden?”

Marinette bit her tongue.

Trixx smiled, ruffling her hair. “Good luck!”

And then she left the girl alone.

The next time she was pulled in Marinette’s direction, only a few days later, she wasn’t shocked to find her before someone else’s altar.

Tikki’s temple was, even in the dead of night, grand –  all spotless marble and gold.

Well, it would be spotless, if Marinette hadn’t been determined to bleed herself dry over the stones.

Trixx lazed in a nearby alcove, watching the girl sob openly. Her pleas for forgiveness should have echoed around the empty hall, but no sound could be heard.

She felt Tikki come to sit next to her, watching Marinette with the same dull kind of interest in their eyes.

“You going to let her bleed out?” Trixx asked.

Tikki smiled. Usually, they looked rather human, like the kind of person you would pass on the street and never look at twice (Trixx had always thought that was ironic, that the most ‘human’ god was the one humans never saw for themselves, but Tikki always had been a stickler for rules). Right now, though, their eyes glimmered like black beetles beneath their bangs.

“I’m thinking about it,” they said. “Which do you think would upset her more? You’ve always been good at this sort of thing.”

Trixx thought this over. Well, it would be more tragic if Tim were to find Marinette dead – or if he searched for her forever to no avail. However, this wouldn’t convince Tikki…

“Let her know she’s so worthless to you now that you won’t even care if she dies for you.”

They hummed thoughtfully.

Magic wound itself around Marinette’s forearm, sealing the cut seamlessly. Even the years-old scar faded into nothing.

It was hard to tell who was more offended by this – Trixx or Marinette.

They both stared at the now-healed arm in shock.

Marinette had stopped crying. Now, she sniffled, trying to wipe her tears away so she could see better. Blood smeared over her cheek, and she grimaced at the reminder.

Not that this seemed to be her main concern. Her eyes stayed locked on her arm.

She inhaled, and then exhaled. Over and over again. For a moment, Trixx wondered if Marinette was suffering from blood loss, and was currently unable to fully process the full gravity of being forsaken by the Patron she truly looked up to.

And then Marinette screamed.

“Tikki!” she said, pushing herself up onto shaky feet, her eyes wild. Searching the room for gods who would never show themselves to her. “Please! I couldn’t go to your altar when I was with him! It was the only way to get back to you!” She ran a hand through her hair, a few strands pulling out of her perfectly made bun. “I – I didn’t want it to go this way! Please, I’ll – I’ll find a way out of this deal, I promise! Okay?! Just, please, take me back!”

“Looks like your new follower isn’t all that loyal to you,” Tikki said, stepping off of the alcove and making their way over to Marinette, circling the girl who was none the wiser. “It’s a shame. You never do seem to attract the right sorts, do you, Trixx?”

Trixx smiled, shrugging, entirely unconcerned.

Marinette sunk to her knees, her carefully controlled breathing slipping from her grip. “Just tell me what I can do! I’ll do anything!”

Tikki knelt in front of her.

“Without you, I’m a god with one less follower. Who are you without me?”

Marinette’s head jerked up, as if she was trying to meet the eyes of someone she couldn’t see, but then quickly averted her gaze to the floor, her shoulders trembling.

“I’m nothing without you. Please, take me back,” Marinette said. “I want to be yours again.”

Tikki scoffed, openly. “If you’re nothing, then why would I want to keep you?”

Marinette was sobbing, again. Deep, wretched things that seemed to physically tear their way out of her throat. She was still speaking, pleading, but the words themselves were entirely incoherent.

Tikki rolled their eyes and turned back to Trixx. “Good luck with her, she’s going to be a handful.”

“I hope so!” Trixx said, brightly, clapping her hands together. “And, if you’re the one wishing me luck, then I’m sure to get it.”

Tikki’s nose crinkled in disgust. And then they disappeared.

Leaving Trixx with her human.

It was true, what Tikki had said: the devotees she got as the god of trickery were always indisputably terrible in some way.

Save for one, it seemed.

Though she was a little annoyed that Tikki had ignored her advice and saved Marinette, she was also, strangely, slightly grateful. Marinette was a rarity in her collection, after all. It would be a shame if her new favorite toy broke.

She cleaned the girl up. The only ‘people’ that would be able to see her now were the gods. But the other gods were exactly who Trixx was showing off to. So, Trixx made all of the blood and tears and other gross human things disappear, gave her a clean change of clothes, fixed her hair…

There, a nice and shiny jewel.

Not that Marinette had appreciated this kindness. She simply sat there, on the floor, for a good long while.

For several days, even. Trixx had started to wonder whether she would ever move again. If Marinette had somehow expired without her notice.

But something did get the girl moving again, eventually:

It had been a seemingly normal day, right up until a dragon flew over town. The gods, either prone to following a favored few or simply out of a vague sense of curiosity, followed suit.

Trixx couldn’t help but watch on with interest as the dragon settled in the middle of town. It was dangerous, of course, for Tim to leave himself so open to attack. The shock was unlikely to last long, and it was likely that at least one of the people in the gathering crowd had a weapon on them.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Marinette drift closer, the same kind of curiosity pursing her lips.

Trixx smiled.

“Hello,” Tim said. “I am willing to strike a deal with this town. Bring me Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I will leave you all alone.”

Just like that, he was gone once again.

Leaving the townsfolk in stunned silence.

Marinette pressed her hands over her mouth, temporarily forgetting that no one could hear her.

She couldn’t be seen by the townsfolk, but that wasn’t the problem. She could stay invisible for as long as she wanted.

The problem was… how long would she continue to want that?

How long could she go without being able to speak to anyone?

Humans are social creatures, after all.

Marinette had, probably, been hoping to seek shelter somewhere once things died down. Maybe not with her parents, who shared her name and therefore likely would be monitored by Tim, but with a friend, or even a temple. Now, though, that wouldn’t be an option.

Trixx smiled.

Over the next few weeks, Trixx got to watch Marinette’s resolve crumble. Bit by bit. The girl was reasonably self-sufficient, which was expected considering she had been a guard up until recently, and even when she wasn’t able to scrounge up food in the woods her invisibility made swiping things rather easy. But, between getting recently forsaken by Tikki and the inability to talk to a single person, she was clearly having a tough time coping.

So, she went to visit her parents. Trixx wasn’t sure whether she was planning to show herself to them, that day, consequences be damned. She would never know.

The innocent visit hadn’t gone as planned.

For Marinette had stepped into her family bakery, only to find Tim kneading dough at the counter.

He glanced up when the bell above the door chimed, smiling a polite little customer service smile.

Only to blink when he found no one there.

Marinette froze, the doorknob still in hand.

And then Tim hopped the counter and lunged for her.

His hands, of course, sailed right through Marinette.

Marinette ran away, leaving Tim to stare at his hands, visibly frustrated.

… or, at least, Marinette ran away for a while.

She found her way back after a little over a week. Perhaps out of paranoia. A need to make sure that Tim wasn’t hurting her parents in any way.

But it didn’t stay that way.

No, as time wore on, and Marinette kept going back, it was clear that she was going back for Tim.

For the way his eyes lit up when, at the end of every shift, her parents provided him with something to eat. The delight shown openly on his face as he tried out different foods. Even when he hated the taste, which happened relatively often, he still seemed to simply enjoy trying them.

For the way he would casually leave aside any goods that ended up ‘defective’ in some way (this usually just meant that they weren’t physically appealing), then turn around and ‘lose track’ of the items. Sometimes, he had messed up on purpose, just so she would never have to go hungry.

For the way that he would hold doors open for her even if he couldn’t see her. For the way he beamed whenever the floorboards creaked beneath her feet. For the way he would talk aloud, about his day or what he needed to remember or whatever inane thing he had been wondering about as of late, just so she wouldn’t get bored.

For the way that he knew she was there. Even if she couldn’t interact with him directly, not like this, there was still an acknowledgment of her presence. For her, for now, that seemed to be more than enough.

Tim couldn’t touch her. Couldn’t possess her in the way he wanted. And, while it clearly frustrated the boy, whose hand always twitched in her direction when he figured out her exact position, he seemed to be mostly content with simply having her around all the time.

(And, perhaps, this, too, was a possession of sorts. After all, if Marinette couldn’t really interact with anyone else, didn’t that kind of make her his? If Marinette had considered this, she didn’t acknowledge it aloud.)

Now, Trixx watched Tim and Marinette make their way through the streets, in search of an orange or two, since the bakery was a little short.

Marinette clung to Tim’s shirtsleeve to avoid losing him in the crowd.

It seemed that she had realized that, if she could touch things such as food and water, she must be able to touch other nonliving materials. Like clothing, if she so wished. It wasn’t quite the same as touching a human being directly, of course, but she had immediately begun clinging to Tim, the only person who wouldn’t freak out at the ‘ghost’ touching them.

Tim seemed pleased with himself. Trixx suspected this wasn’t, entirely, because they had successfully located a person selling oranges.

They really had settled into things as of late.

They were happy, but how long would it last?

Eventually, the small victories would not be enough to tide over either of them. Marinette still couldn’t talk, Trixx had stolen her ability to take pen to paper the first time she’d tried (that would make it too easy). And Tim still couldn’t touch her, couldn’t see her, couldn’t take her away to become part of his hoard like he so desperately wanted to do.

Eventually, the strain would be too much for them to bear.

But, for now, they were happy, and Trixx thought that she was content to let that be.

The best tragedies aren’t sad all the time, after all! If they’re never happy, it doesn’t hit as hard when they’re sad!

Her eyes drifted away from Tim and Marinette.

She watched the humans go about their days. She had always found it funny, how their eyes never lingered on slight oddities, the few particular people amongst them who were wearing their clothes in ways that didn’t match the weather. For example, the boy with sharp teeth, hidden behind the scarf which really didn’t fit with the otherwise thin clothes he was wearing. Or the man whose feet were forced to shuffle along the ground with every step, lest his shoes fall off and reveal that he didn’t have feet at all, but instead cloven hooves. Or the woman wearing thick gloves, who didn't seem to have a pinky finger.

Well, Trixx supposed that it wasn’t entirely true to say that no humans could recognize the signs, there were certainly some people who could.

Unfortunately, these people were exactly the kind of people they needed to hide from.

Trixx felt a faint pull behind her eyes, the whispers of a headache. She closed her eyes, briefly, and then opened them.

A man stood at one of her altars, his clothes prim and proper. His glasses sitting neatly on his nose. He no longer looked up when she made it known that she was listening, no longer tried to sense where her gaze was coming from (it would not work, for there was hardly ever a time where she bothered to congeal herself into one single form).

“Trixx,” the man prayed aloud, his head bowed forward. “I come seeking your guidance once again.”

She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. He wanted her to find something – someone.

She could think of two particular oddities that he might like to know more about.

The only question was… what would the man do if he found Marinette or Tim?

Her eyes flicked to a boy hidden in the shadows of the temple. A blond person of approximately 15 years, dressed in fine clothes that almost made the silver collar around his neck fit in. If it were not for the sheer amount of malevolence dancing behind its eyes, it would be hard to tell that this was not a human child.

It was a useful creature to have around, sure, but not a species you would ever want to get on the bad side of.

Trixx thought the man was stupid and arrogant, for trying to keep a faerie as a pet.

He would end up dead soon enough.

So, why not speed up the process? And disrupt the status quo a little, too, just as a bonus.

Sure, she had said that she was going to leave Marinette and Tim to self-destruct on their own, not that long ago, but this seemed like it would be way more interesting.

Trixx giggled, leaning a mouth close to Gabriel Agreste’s ears.

“Listen well, Gabriel Agreste. I will not repeat myself.”

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Tag: @jeminiikrystal

[kpswrites]

Sunrunner – Chapter Five (Part 1)

The airlock closed like a coffin lid, shutting out the floodlights of the Sunrunner and sealing them all in darkness. The pressure suits’ 360 lights clicked on and cast a tangle of shadows on the blood-painted walls of the enclosure. Beyond the inner doors of the airlock, there was oxygen and gravity. In fact, every normal spacecraft amenity was present except for light. 

When they decided to board the barquentine, Hoxley’s initial instinct was to volunteer to stay on the Sunrunner and keep an eye out in case the interceptor returned, or reorganize the medical supplies, or cook dinner, or clean the toilet—anything but leave the safety of the ship. Yet when Odybrix asked him if he was coming, he found the word “yes” escaping his mouth before he could object. Something important was inside that vessel. Whatever was stolen from the RC facility had something to do with his dreams and the strange gifts they bestowed. It was the first chance he had been given to learn more about the darkness that had haunted him for over a decade. He needed answers.

“Going in,” Adam said, tapping the access panel.

The doors slid open and Hoxley’s HUD registered breathable air. He kept the O2 on out of an abundance of caution. Speaking of which. The room came alive with a tap of his temple; the bodies of the crew blossomed orange and red as the thermal display of the HUD engaged. The enhanced sight let him see through most objects, but couldn’t delve deeper than a few walls, especially when it came to the steel walls of a spacecraft. Fortunately, no mercenaries or manifestations of his nightmares appeared nearby. 

“System access is locked,” Adam said, standing over a monitor. “We’ll need to proceed to the bridge if we want any information about who they’re working for.”

“Looks like a cut and paste barq,” Odybrix said, turning her head to look down either side of the narrow corridor. “No obvious changes to the layout of the ship except for that torpedo launcher. There’s storage on either side of us and the engine room is ahead.”

The thermal vision confirmed as much before Adam advanced into the room. The mass reversion engine was separated from two bulky thruster units sitting opposite each other. Adam gave the “all clear” and the rest of the crew crept into the room. Hoxley took position in front of Buddy, who had the rear—at the back, but not the back. Safest place to be, even if the room was empty. 

Only, it wasn’t. Hoxley’s HUD picked up the outline of a person crouched beside a thruster unit holding a pistol. The figure was hard to make out against the heat of the engine, but it was there. He toggled the thermals off and saw that nothing was there, then switched them on again. The figure was gone. As calmly as possible while having a panic attack, Hoxley swivelled his head to see the figure behind them, blending in with the heat of the rev-engine.

Hoxley slowly approached Adam and whispered, “There’s a guy.”

“What? What guy?”

“A guy. By the MRE. He’s invisible and he’s got a pistol.”

“How… nevermind. Buddy, move to the door we came from and get ready to shoot,” Adam whispered over the crew’s private channel. “Be casual.”

“Huh? Oh. Got it. Casual,” she whispered, moving to the exit while whistling loudly.

“He’s moving!” Hoxley yelled, jumping back and pointing a glowing finger toward the invisible interloper.

In a blink, Adam had spun and leveled his kinetic pistol in the direction Hoxley pointed. Buddy’s laser pistols were already drawn, but the confusion on her face seemed to ask, “What did the engine do to us?” Startled, the rest of the crew swept their guns around the room looking for hostiles, or, in Odybrix’ case, glowed aggressively pink.

“How does a mercenary afford personal cloaking?” Adam asked the empty space in front of the MRE.

Ten seconds passed. Twenty. Then a man appeared, invisibility dissolving off him in patches. The LED light of their suits revealed a grim-faced human with a mop of chestnut hair and a stubble-covered jaw. He was armored in something sleek, black, and definitively more expensive than the other mercenaries, though Hoxley’s limited mental catalogue of combat gear couldn’t give it a name. His eyes were locked with Adam’s, a pistol trained on his chest.

“Drop your weapons,” he growled, “I’ve got you surrounded.”

“You’re the only one here, idiot,” Odybrix said. “He is the only one here, right?”

“I don’t see anyone else with thermal vision,” Hoxley said, triple checking the room.

“Why do you have thermal vision on your HUD? You’re a cook,” Adam said, bewildered.

“So I can see if the food’s done in the oven from outside the kitchen,” Hoxley said, defensively. He left out how he also used it to check his room every night to make nothing was lurking there.

“Check again,” the gruff man said, tapping something on his wrist.

A moment later, a drone materialized in the gloom behind the crew. It had been hiding next to the thruster engine. Hoxley hadn’t picked it out because the mechanical form camouflaged itself better than that of a human. He made a note to check for that in future situations where he was boarding dark and foreboding ships that housed terrible corporate secrets.

“Last I checked, six is greater than two, guy,” Odybrix said.

“The math checks out!” BOB confirmed.

“That’s an aerial reconnaissance drone equipped with a G3 grenade launcher. Who’s the idiot now?”

“You, idiot,” Odybrix said. “You’re going to launch a grenade next to three engines? One of them housing a glob of antimatter that would convert all of us matter-creatures into vapor?”

“It appears we’re at an impasse,” the gruff man said.

“If by impasse you mean I’m going to punch you in the balls and this guy is going to shoot you in the head,” Odybrix said, nodding to Adam, “then yes.”

The man slowly moved his gun to point at Odybrix.

“Wait,” Buddy said, “maybe we can avoid punching, shooting, and being vaporized. You’re not one of them, are you? The mercenaries who stole the thing?”

“No.”

“So what are you doing here?” 

“That’s classified.”

“It sounds like he is a government agent!” BOB said.

“Agent dork,” Odybrix muttered.

“I have downloaded several terabytes of spy-themed media and can confirm he fits the profile of a secret government agent!”

“Well what are you all doing here? You look like a band of marauders,” the man said.

“We are here on legitimate business to retrieve something that was stolen,” Adam said, affronted at being labeled as a criminal.

The man’s posture shifted and relaxed slightly, “You’re here on behalf of Remington? Private contractors?”

“Maybe,” Adam said. “Yes.”

“I am too. Looks like they decided to throw as many mercenaries as possible at this mission.”

“Well that settles it,” Buddy said, smiling and stowing her pistols. “We’re on the same team.”

She approached the man, causing him to visibly stiffen with each encroaching step. Hoxley looked to the others and saw they had all tensed in preparation to fire if he took a shot. Buddy clapped him on the shoulder while he was still aiming at Odybrix and he returned the gesture with a look of bewilderment. After a moment, he lowered his gun.

“I’m Buddy. What’s your name?”

“Uh, you can call me Sturdy.”

“Nice fake name, pal,” Odybrix said.

“That’s a great name! You want to help us check out this spooky ship?” Buddy asked.

“We hardly know anything about him,” Odybrix protested, “and what about the payout? That was for us, not him.”

“I’ve got a good feeling about this guy. We can worry about the money later. It will work itself out.”

“Oookay…” Odybrix said.

“Alright,” Sturdy said, looking off balance, “I guess we can help each other.”

“He’s up front with Adam so I can keep an eye on him,” Odybrix said. 

Hoxley marveled at Buddy’s fearlessness in the face of a deadly situation. His first impulse was to hide behind something—BOB, in this case—and, if absolutely necessary, fight back. Oh crap, speaking of which. He quickly tucked his glowing finger away and let the power fade. The fewer people who knew about that, the better. 

“Next should be a corridor leading to an intersection,” Odybrix said as Adam proceeded to the door. “Crew quarters should be bottom-left, med-bay bottom right, mess top left, weapons top right. Cargo will come before the intersection, left side. Bridge will be straight ahead.”

“You have a mental catalogue of spacecraft blueprints?” BOB asked.

“I know a good number of layouts. Lets me know the best spot to leave a present,” Odybrix answered, then produced a metal cylinder with a haphazard arrangement of wires attached to it.

“I applaud your machine-like recall!”

Adam opened the door, revealing another blackened hallway, and he quietly moved in. Sturdy kept close, apparently heeding Odybrix’ warning. Hoxley couldn’t see past the people ahead of him, so his attention turned to their surroundings. The glow from his pressure suit passed over something on the wall and he stopped. 

“Hey guys,” he whispered, “look at this.”

A deep hole had been gouged into the bulkhead, as if someone had driven a finger-sized nail through it. Jagged remnants of a glass housing surrounded the hole, with mangled circuitry sticking out of it. Something had destroyed the light.

“There’s another one up here,” Adam said. “And another ahead.”

“Someone went around smashing every light on the ship?” Buddy asked.

“Something,” Hoxley said, looking back where they came from. Was it too late to return to the Sunrunner? 

Adam stopped in front of the cargo hold and Buddy asked, “Don’t we need to go straight?”

“It’s standard protocol for a boarding party to clear rooms as they proceed through a vessel. It prevents an ambush.”

“Oh, got it. In case someone’s alive.”

“Right. Sturdy, cover me,” Adam said, posting up beside the hatch.

The concerns of mercenaries ambushing them dwindled when the door slid open and Adam’s flashlight pierced the shadows of the room. Streaks of red were splattered on containers and walls. Pools of blood dotted the floor and smeared outward like a child’s attempt at drawing rain clouds. The trails curved and disappeared behind a large crate.

Hoxley watched anxiously from the passageway, bringing up Adam’s video feed on his HUD. The scene stirred images from his nightmares, only the walls weren’t undulating with the movement of inexplicable forms beneath the blood-painted veil and there was no dark portal threatening to pull him into oblivion. Then Adam peered around the crate. The streaks of blood stretched and disappeared into a hole that looked like a giant had slammed its first into the floor.

“That looks welcoming!” BOB said, causing Adam to jump.

“Can we keep things at a whisper, please? Especially around the creepy hole. I’m going to check it out,” Adam said, shining his light into the aperture. The glare on the video feed made it difficult to see. Whatever was inside was partially reflecting the light. 

“What do you see?” Hoxley asked in a whisper.

“Something I wish I hadn’t. To say it’s empty would be horribly inaccurate, but it doesn’t look like anything is going to pop out.”

“Do you see the bodies of the mercenaries?” Hoxley asked.

“I think so.”

The crew stepped into the cargo hold, sweeping the room with their flashlights to reveal any dangers that could still be lurking in the darkness—Odybrix very quickly took to looting. Hoxley walked towards the hole, cursing the terrible curiosity that propelled him, and looked inside. The reason it was hard to see was clear now: blood and viscera glistened inside. The space within made no sense. There should have been a void between the deck and the hull, braced with metal struts. Instead, a maddening tunnel of gore plunged into the unseen bowels of the ship. And there were patterns inside. Spiraling figures wound across the walls and disappeared further in. The image tugged at his mind like an unfinished crescendo.

A dreadful impulse made him shuffle his foot closer to the hole, and he said, “No!”

“Are you okay?” Buddy asked.

“Maybe he noticed what he was standing next to,” Study said.

Hoxley turned his head to the crate, noticing a large, unfamiliar serial number, then picked out a word, “Torpedoes.”

“Looks like they were nearly done with their retrofit,” Odybrix said, walking over and affixing a haphazard-looking device to the crate. “There.”

“Did you just stick a bomb to that crate of torpedoes?” Adam asked, aghast.

“Yea. What if we need to blow the ship up? Easier than breaking it apart with the Sunrunner’s plasma cannon.”

“Oh, I get the logic. My concern is that your homemade explosive looks like it will go off at the hint of a stiff breeze.”

Odybrix took in an exaggerated breath and blew on the improvised explosive, “There, see? Fine. Or do you want me to slap it around a bit for your peace of mind?”

“Please no!”

Buddy took Hoxley’s arm and gently pulled him away, “I think that’s enough spooky hole for you.”

https://kpsweeneywrites.com/sunrunner/

[rk-ocs]

Really old concept notes

Carnelian world

I chose to have Lill red a girl primarily because it was way harder. I already gave her an advantage with bilingualism ( that negates itself because of her age) and no employable life skills. People like the odds stacked against the protag, right.

As a woman, biology itself worked against her. Woman in the past were viewed more as property than people.  They existed for the purposes of housekeeping, bringing a bride price. and creating life. Girls that broke the mould were primarily nuns, nurses, and teachers, to quote half-broke horse (book) . Still, they didn't hold the same value as men, and often got paid less, and a lower chance of being or staying hired.

A second problem in their biology was the ability to create life. One of which is known as a period, or officially menstruation cycle. Here is a Wikipedia definition for it.

"The menstrual cycle is the regular natural change that occurs in the female reproductive system like the uterus and ovaries that make pregnancy possible.The cycle is required for the production of ovocytes, and for the preparation of the uterus for pregnancy.Up to 80% of women report having some symptoms during the one to two weeks prior to menstruation.Common symptoms include acne, tender breasts, bloating, feeling tired, irritability and mood changes. These symptoms interfere with normal life and therefore qualify as premenstrual syndrome in 20 to 30% of women. In 3 to 8%, they are severe."

In common explanation, blood comes out of your vaginia, and messes up your hormones. The only way to avoid this is to grow old enough for it to stop, or become pregnant. Pregnancy, is growing a baby inside of you, which also messes up your hormones , and body badly. Humanity, like dogs and all the other mammals, evolved to grow eggs in their stomach, rather than laying it like birds, particularly penguins. Or Pokemon apparently.

But I'm not here to talk about the dangers and inconveniences of periods at the moment, I'm here to talk about periods.

Particularly guys. First, to understand just a little if the uncomfortableness of periods borrow a pad from a mother/sister/girlfriend and wear it for three hours (a college lecture) then go, sit down on a toilet, and imagine it's covered in blood. Not only fresh blood, but dried blood. Blood dried on your butt and privates. And you can't wash it (theoretically we are in school or a movie or whatever). That feels bad enough, but we are also sore, having cramps, and hormonal. Also we might have zits on our face, which does little to improve one's mood. The hormone thing could leave our reactions anywhere from isolation seeking, to sad, to pissed off and looking for a fight, or anywhere in-between.  Or all over the place. And we can't go home and declare we quit the day or something. We have to get on with our day.

The anger. I guess it's a bit like any time Zuko from ATLA, encountered the commander in season one. No not  commander Shepard,   commander Zhou.

Or that's one way to compare it. Anyway, that pad between your legs. That's new. Before that people would have used sea sponges if they were lucky, but probably rags or some needing frequent wash clothing. Or alternately they could go bleed in the woman's tent for a week. That's what science should be doing for humanity, beyond curing cancer. Finding a better way to deal with the cycle. After all, half the world deals with it.

Until then, when a lady in your life has her monthly, give her as much time in the bathroom as she needs, and try to be nice. Make diner/comfort food, heat up a hot water pack for her stomach, and do the dishes perhaps.

She will probably feel better clean, warm, fed, and without stress triggers (like dishes).

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Live in Living Colour story Carnelian Jordan-Ryan

I own nothing but my own Ideas. The title is from the play catch me if you can, but don't let that turn you off.

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I guess I could say, It started when I was six. When I was six, I got the necklace. It didn't do anything for two years, but bear with me, I'm trying to go by my personal timeline, not histories. 

My dad had found some piece of presumably ancient artifact, and decided, "If I get this artfully wrapped up in wire and put it on a chain, this will make a good gift for my daughter." My dad spent a good deal of time underwater, working in a submarine, though I don't really remember what his job was. Perhaps he was in the navy, or a marine biologist. He wasn't the most involved person in my life even before my life took a turn for the bizarre, and I haven't spoken to him in years.

My mom was around a bit more, but what I remember most about her, Is her love for  cultures. She had the idea that I could be very canadian, and had me go into various emerson schools. English, Algonquin, Mohawk, sign language, Meti French, Hindi, whatever teacher she could get that day .  Anything she came across, she had me learning. It's part of why I always intentionally use accents, it helps me keep track of what I'm speaking. I think she wanted me to become a diplomat or something.

She also loved to cook.   She didn't  make just French dishes. She made Japanese, Mexican, Swedish, you name it, she would make it. It's probably her cooking that kick started my ability to eat any texture , taste, or intensity of food, a skill that came in quite useful during fear factor and truth or dare. I was unafraid of eating just about anything, from bugs, to swallowing vinegar, or eating chilli peppers. Mom herself, was stuck in a boring job she hated-at least from what I could tell by her frequent complaints- and making varied cuisine was her one outlet for creativity or something.

But enough about that. My dads "souvenir necklace" was something I always wore, in part to remember him by, since he was often away from home, in that submarine of his. He Write or e-mail often , but it was more like he was my uncle. With mom at her hated day job all day, and dad underwater, the person who actually looked after me on a day to day basis was my cousin  who lived close by, Monique-Thierry.

Monique-Thierry is a bit of an unusual combination, for although hyphenated names are fairly popular among the French, it would usually be two combined girls named, or vice versa. Monique-Thierry's parents went the full historical swing on names when her mother was pregnant. They gave her a biblical name, a godmother's name, and a birth name. Mine did too, but her parents wanted the baby's gender to be a surprise. So they made up a set of names a boy and  a girl. Then when my cousin was born, they were told that another pregnancy would be too difficult on my aunt, so they bestowed both set of names on their daughter, on her birth certificate.

Anyway, fast forward two or so years, where I am eight, and with Monique-Thierry as she worked  her shift at a corner store. It was the day before my birthday, I think, and mildly raining, a rather dull weather one does not expect things to happen on. The door opened and I raced to it, probably believing it was one of my friends coming to visit, and ended up in a hostage situation, knife pressed against my neck. It was the first Near death experience in a life filled with them, and serves as a definitive moment of my life turning to the bizarre.

Of course, I didn't know that at the time, and was busy panicking about the sharp bit of metal at my neck. I couldn't hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears, but I could see Monique-Thierry slowly counting bills. He made some kind of gesture, and started to press the knife into my flesh, drawing a trickle of blood. Something crashed, and I closed my eyes, as the blade pressed much harder, but abruptly it was gone. Holding my bleeding Neck with both hands, I opened my eyes, and realized I was no longer at a corner store. I was, well at that moment in some kind of room bleeding out.

I had no idea how I got into that room. Sadly, this kind of situation would become all too familiar to me in time, and even calming. At the time I had no Idea about that, and did the most natural thing to me at the time. I started screaming, and completely flipped out. A stupid thing to do when your neck is bleeding, but such is panic.

A man came into the room, and started speaking to me in a language I didn't understand, which was a weird experience for me, because I usually had some Idea of what people were saying.

He then started making shushing sounds, which was something I did understand. Once I had calmed down he started paying attention to my Neck.

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Jordan OC questionnaire

What would she prefer

Pancakes

Cereal with milk

Comedy

Pyjamas

Hotel

Sour

Biking

Neither

Wooden pencil

No hats

Modest clothing

Whistling

Car rides

Car rides

Stormy night

Summer

Movie with friends

Chewy candy

Football

Never having to sleep

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First encounters.

"Jordan meets the Frye Twins. The Frye twins Meet Jordan."

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Jordan wakes up on a cot in an unfamiliar area.  Sadly this is not an unfamiliar situation for her.

"Such  strange injuries. It looks like they came from an explosion, but I heard no blast, nor is there any lingering debris.  You're extremely lucky, as you were not hit anywhere serious. You wouldn't happen to be named Jordan, would you?"

Jordan nods. The Identity Jordan, is a pretty important one to her, and has strong ties to a time she is fond of.

"Alright then Jordan, I have a job for you. I need you to watch my kids for a few weeks, while I go and take care of something. It shouldn't be too hard, just make sure they do their chores, keep Jacob from running off during training, and teach them how to skin food and cook it, without giving themselves food poisoning."

Jordan went back to lying on the cot. 'Just what did I do in the future that convinced him to trust me with his kids?' She wondered.

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"Are you by any chance, a traveling artist, looking for work?"

Jordan frowns. So does Jacob. It's one thing to know that she had met them in the future for the first time, but seeing her look so much younger than he is used too ,is shocking. She looks about fourteen, and much more innocent,  uncertain, and afraid, her body already tensed to run if this goes badly.

"I might be." She says uncertainly, taking a step back, staring at him intently.

"Then Jordan, I do believe I have a job for you?"

She smiles tensely. "I do believe you have me at a disadvantage. "

"I'm Jacob. And I would like you to find some information for me."

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Around Mid morning, Jordan feels well enough to get off the cot and explore her soundings. She heads down the stairs, wondering where the kitchen will be. If nothing else, she will feel better getting some protein in her. Hopefully eggs.

She finally finds the Kitchen, and sees two kids waiting at the doors.  She knows them, which is surprisingly not weird for her.

"Evie and Jacob. What would you like for breakfast this fine morning?"

"It's not breakfast." Evie points out.

"Ok. Brunch then?"

"Brunch?" Jacob asks.

"That meal you have in between breakfast and lunch."

"I don't think that's a real word." They both point out.

Jordan smiles. They are adorable kids. And yet, she can already see their personality flaws forming, Evie's narrow focus on her goals, Jacobs impatience and restlessness, that will one day get them into serious trouble probably. It's Jacob in particular she's worried about, because her past recklessness had brought her a lot of trouble, emotionally and socially, and she worried where he would end up in his future.

But now is not the time for that. Food first.

"Come here you guys. I'm going to teach you to crack and cook eggs." And how to get egg shells out of it, inevitably, because she has yet to meet a kid who is good at it.

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Later, when they  are sitting in a train eating French toast , she asks the important question.

"What kind of information do you need?"

"I'm glad you've asked. I take it you have decided to take the job?"

Jordan nods encouragingly.

"My Sister Evie is looking for the shroud of Eden. I need you to help her track its past, and narrow down its location. I also need information on Templars,   and a gang called the Blighters. If you can't get it to us directly, you can give it to one of our contacts to pass on, I'll get a list to you later."

"That is a lot of information needed."

"Don't worry. " He tells her. "I can pay. And I know better then to try to silence you. Besides, I hear you're good at discretion."

She nods, then she gets up and leaves.

For her the mission had already started.

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Jordan knew logically, that kids hated chores. She had never liked doing them, back when she was a kid. But the amount of reason they were giving to try and get out of them was ridiculous.

Frankly, they were a scarily good team. Evie backed up with facts, to Jacobs points of "why there are much better things to spend our time on then chores."

It was a very convincing argument.

"Listen up Kiddos! I'm aware chores suck, they are just something you do in life. If you can get them done in a few hours, I'll take you swimming, and teach you diving or something."

That works, and Jacob runs off. Before she goes back to sleep, Jordan grabs Evie.

Make sure he doesn't sneak off please. I need rest, if I'm going to be teaching you later, Im still recovering. "

She hasn't forgotten Evies preference for precision. Evie  likes to be fully informed, before she strikes.

This reason works, and she can be fairly certain Jacob will get work done.

She should check the chores over anyways, after a nap.

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Evie is more than a bit surprised to find Jordan slipping a report ,on past locations of the shroud of Eden, into her pocket one day. Particularly because it's not the Jordan she was used to. It's a teenager.

Intellectually, she knew Jordan was a time traveller, but this was disconcerting.

She tracks Jacob down that night.

"Did you know Jordan is here? " she asks when she is sure they are alone.

"I hired her. Didn't I mention that?" He asks.

Evie frowns. Jacob raises his hands as he attempts to explain himself in time to put off Evie's anger.

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Carnelian snippets

Meeting other people, has always been a bizarre experience for me. You see, often it is a case of them knowing me in the past, that will become my future. They know me, and introduce themselves to me, then often begin showing me something I will need to know probably. It's done in a rather disjointed teaching style, because the me they had known was far beyond the basics.  That happened a lot more frequently when I was younger.

On the flip side, is me meeting their younger selves, where I am a very strange person who appears out of nowhere, and know them very well. I'm used to talking frankly with them, and viewing them as teachers, so to suddenly be put in a reverse is strange. 

First encounters are an awkward business on both sides.

And then there's when I meet someone who I have genuinely never met yet in any time stream.

It's strange, because I am rather unsure how far to trust them. Are they involved in any factions I should worry about? Can they keep secrets? I'm used to knowing that kind of thing about people I meet, because, they are already friends with me, and in my future, I trust them because of that.

It's not a  perfect system, but good in the long run. It also means I have problems making friends the normal way.

Which in its self, can be rather strange.  But, until I hit 13, it was the only way I met people.

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Carnelian snippet

"Imagine walking down a street foreign to you with no local guide. Remember the sensation of being a directionally challenged child, unless you were some kind of child prodigy at orienteering. In that case, just imagine it. Now remember being lost. When you're lost you wander aimlessly around the area you think you're supposed to go to, thinking "I'm pretty sure I've passed that building before." You don't ask for directions for awhile, because you're afraid the locals will look at you as if you're stupid for not knowing this, or some other silly fear. Now take that experience  and multiply it by twenty, because you don't know the language ( and can therefore  neither ask for help, or read the signs,) and you will have a pretty good idea of what I was going through. 

Of course, to make matters worse, I ended up in Japan. Not any old time In Japan, which is dangerous enough. No, I ended up in feudal Japan, age of isolation.

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Night Watch has Vimes threatening a recalcitrant prisoner with the "Ginger Beer Trick", approximated by a finger popped from the mouth, a hissing noise and a blood curdling scream. (This one's not really a mystery. You shake a glass bottle of soda or mineral water and spray it straight up the victim's nostrils, leveraging the pressure with the thumb. It hurts like hell and leaves no marks on the victim's body. It is commonly done by drug dealers and corrupt cops in Latin America. For an on-screen example, you can watch it happen on an episode of Dexter.) And it doesn't have to be a nostril, either—any mucus membrane will do, but the nostrils are simply convenient.

Ginger beer is, however, particularly effective for it, as incautiously drinking the stuff hurts.

Read more: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/NoodleIncident/Literature#ixzz3mcodmdJ1

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Explaining modern culture without historical context.

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[akaashioppa]

Forever Will Never Be The Same

pairings: oikawa x reader

summary: The reader finally confronts her husband Oikawa after cheating allegations in the male locker room. angst!!!

warnings: curse words, mentions of the reader having a son with Oikawa, confronting of cheating. 

w/c: 1736

A/N: first time writing for Oikawa :)

Haikyuu Masterlist  Masterlist

“Everyone get out now!”

Your voice echoed off the metal lockers of the locker room. Eyes widened as you made your way into the changing room, not because of the fact that a girl was entering the male’s locker room. It was the fact that Oikawa (Y/N) was coming to kick her husband’s ass. Just as every man passed you to flee, their musky scent filled your nose making you cringe.

After the final whistle of the game, people were scavenging to take pictures with Oikawa Toru except you. Each morning that you woke your husband up he would give you one of those cheeky grins that he was giving the fans right now, the stupid grin was fake. Laughter, jokes, and cries filled your ears, for what reason? The Great King made his grand entrance back to the court, winning both sets with the help of Iwaizumi. The Great King himself showered his fans with love and pictures while you stood from afar, anger flowing through your veins. Knowing the Poker Face King for ten years and having been married to him for two, it was easy to mimic the grin. As girls would pass by screaming about the pictures they took with him you would shoot them that famous grin. 

You timed each moment perfectly, celebrating the win, pictures with fans, interviews with the sports commentators, more fan interaction and now he hits the locker room for a shower. Luckily for you, he was beginning to take his sweaty jersey off, beads of sweat from the previous game were still prominent.

“What are you doing here?” The look on his face was one of a kind, it was a mixture of panic and anger. Nothing to be afraid of, it’s not like he didn’t give you the same look when you caught him at the bar with another woman. Or the time you were driving down the road with his phone constantly going off, every other minute he’d get notifications, this would go on for hours.

The yelling of the men from the locker room made you come back to reality. Have they not seen a woman before or was it because you were standing there looking at their dick prints? A white tint cast over their knuckles from how hard they were holding their towels around their waist. ‘What a sight to see

“You can either tell me the truth or you can tell me the truth there’s no in-between.” You barked at Oikawa, men were still scattering out of the locker room. You barely gave them time to leave before you bombarded your husband with your question. 

The  panic on his face was quite entertaining, he moved in front of you so you couldn’t see his half-naked teammates running out of the locker room.“What are you talking about!?”

“When were you going to tell me that you went to a nightclub with Iwaizumi!? He told me everything so I’m giving you the chance to come clean about it!”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you were going to be mad.”

“Did you sleep with her?” You got straight to the point, there was no need for you to sit here and procrastinate any longer. This has been on your mind ever since you got those three attachments from Iwaizumi.

“No” He scoffed, “Why would I sleep with her? I have too much respect for you to sleep with her.”

“Oh really, the way you were holding her waist makes me think differently. The way you kissed her neck makes me want to snap yours!” You held up a photo on your phone with him and another girl at the nightclub. His head was in her neck, you could see that he was kissing on it, his arms were wrapped around her waist but his hands were dangerously low.“Respect? Do you even know the definition of respect because if you did you wouldn’t have me out here looking stupid!”

He sat down on the bench of the locker room, his arms were tightly around his chest. Oikawa was already over this conversation, this wasn’t the first time you blew up in the face about this. Nor the second, he respected you in a weird way. He never laid hands on you, or even yelled at you but he couldn’t keep his hands off other women. 

“How do I make you look stupid!? I give you everything you want!”

“Everything but love.” You yelled desperately, the thing about arguing with him about these situations was that he’d always claim that he knew what you wanted. He’d always try to bring light on the situation when he clearly fucked up. He was a great husband, you guys had been dating since high school. Since he got the fame and money things turned upside down, he became a legit monster. 

“I show love to you every day, I make love to you every week!” His voice rose an octave, his hand was flying all over the place when he spoke. 

You were appalled, sickened, offended, that he could say something like that. It hurts to know that he thinks this way, it almost makes you feel worthless. Does he really consider having sex as love? “That’s not loving Toru, that's lust.”

He sighed, his hands were on his knees, he got up to finish packing up his things. “Well, I’m over it. I don’t want you here anymore. Leave”

“How can you give up so easily on us.” You forced his hands away from his bag, he looked at you with a confused face. You poked him hard in his chest slowly provoking him, “I forgave you so many times after you treated me like trash. All the times you cheated and came home with women’s numbers falling out of your pockets. Many sleepless nights just to make sure that your knee would stop bothering you. I wake up every morning to make you your special breakfast so you can be game ready and yet I haven’t given up on you.”

“I’m just tired of arguing with you. All you do is complain about my lifestyle. If you can’t keep up then we shouldn’t be together. How can I keep consoling you after you get all jealous about me hanging out with fans or me taking pictures with my fans? It’s just toxic (Y/N).” He spat back, he didn’t seem angered. It was more of an annoyed look. 

“Because you only hang out with female fans, it’s fine and all but when they’re posting sexual pictures with you, it’s a different story. I scroll down my feed to see you with more women than see pictures of us together. It’s like I don’t exist”

“Whatever (Y/N) I need to get ready for the after-party.”

“What about us? How are we going to fix this?”

“There is no us!” He screamed, his voice echoed off the lockers. He placed his hands on his hips trying to compose himself. “It’s only you and Torio. And me, Torio and volleyball! There is no us, not anymore and that’s it!”

You took a step back, each word was like a dagger in your heart. He would often bring your son into the matter. Ever since your son was born you’ve always felt like you and Oikawa had grown apart. It was like you were forcing yourself to stay for Torio’s sake. There would be days where things were good, on those days you and Oikawa wouldn’t argue. However, when days like this occur he’d make you hurt, you’d always end up questioning your ability of loving. Deep down you felt like you guys were drifting apart but you didn’t want to admit it. It was too painful, Oikawa would have been left if it weren’t for Torio. He wanted his fans and the sports media to look at him as a family man.

“Why is it so hard to ask someone to love me!?” Your breaking point had finally come, you held your hands over your mouth to stop the loud sobs. It was hard to know that your husband and high school sweetheart didn’t want you. You gave up everything to support him with his dreams, family, friends, work, school, and even your fucking sanity and yet she still treats you this way. 

He stood there watching you beat yourself down, he didn’t do anything but place a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged it off, the last thing you wanted was for him to touch you. “Listen I loved you back in high school but now high school is over. You’re still basing this love off of that and I’m not here for it. All these insecurities you have are a bit annoying in my defense. Maybe this relationship would work if you grew the fuck up.”

“You can’t give up on us now. We need each other. Torio needs his dad. ” Lie, you needed him. Yes, Torio needed his dad but you needed your husband. It was crazy to think that you would go back to him but it was just your toxic ways. You never loved anyone but him, he was all that you had. Your life that you lived was based upon him. 

“Look, we can talk about this later if you want, but right now I have thousands of fans waiting for me to show my face. You can either suck it up and go out there with me or you can hit the back doors and go home.”

“Toru…”

“What do you want?” He groaned, he turned back around with an annoyed face. He was fed up with you and even the situation. You knew he wanted you gone, he was waiting for the minute you’d leave so he could go and party. 

Obviously an answer, he was too consumed with himself to even realize that. It was the reason why you came in here yelling at his teammates to leave, you wanted to ask him a question in private. The thought of getting your feelings hurt in front of everyone was not ideal.

“I just asked a simple question. Did you sleep with her?”

You looked up at him for the first him, your vision was blurry but you could see him well enough to see that stupid smirk.“What do you think?”

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Runaway-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @dialnfornoir​)

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Summary: On her brisk walk home, (Y/N) witnesses a brutal Peaky Blinder attack, attempting to run away when Finn Shelby comes after her, only to sweep her off her feet.

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Violence, fighting, blood, fluff

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"Come on (Y/N), not even one drink? We won't even make you stay, just the one!" my friend moaned as I denied their proposal of going to the Garrison.

"You said that last time, and I ended up staying until early hours." I laughed.

They all put their hands together as they started begging. I also laughed at this, embarrassed by the attention that was suddenly on us.

"No, seriously. I have to be good with money this month. Thanks to you lot, I'm having to be frugal for the rent."

They sighed."Fine, we won't make you come. But you will be missed. Just get home safe, OK?"

"I will. You too, please don't get too drunk and end up sleeping outside."

"That was one time!"

I shook my head as we giggled, waving goodbye when I turned to walk home. We had just finished work, so it was still relatively light out; I would say it was less dangerous to walk alone, but we did live in Small Heath. Yawning after the long, boring shift, I adjusted my coat around me, trying to keep warm. All I wanted was a good dinner, get cleaned up and snuggle into bed, maybe read a few chapters of the book I had if my eyelids could stay open. I was only in my early twenties and already feeling like an old woman.

Home wasn't far, a good twenty minute walk, which could be a bad thing if it was raining, a lovely stroll if not. I lived in the better part of Small Heath (if there even was one), walking home from work had never been an issue. Until I heard the unfamiliar sounds of desperate begging and crying, as well as thumps and slaps of skin of skin contact. My eyes widened, heart beat accelerating when I realised someone was begging for their life. There was no other way home for me, I had to take this route. What I should have done was turn around to join my friends for that drink, but the natural human tendency to be curious took over. As I cautiously continued my way home, I couldn't help but glance down the alleyway behind a row of houses, spotting four young boys surrounding an older man, who looked like he was being beaten to a pulp by one of them. I froze, having never seen a brawl like this up close. It was as if I were delayed, somehow taking ages to register that I had to leave before they spotted me.

Unfortunately one of their heads snapped up to look at me, tapping his friends on the shoulder, pointing at me as he shouted for them to stop. My legs still wouldn't move, staring at the man who's face was soaked red with his own blood. It wasn't until one of the young men started approaching me that I sprinted away, suddenly terrified about what could happen to me.

I cursed myself for being such a bad runner, as well as the shoes I was wearing. My lungs were working incredibly hard, my throat drying up whilst my mind panicked as it tried to remember which way was home. I let out a scream as the boy grabbed me, crying out in pain when they pushed me against the brick wall. Attempting to scramble out of their hold was useless, they were pushing their whole weight on me, I had no escape.

"(Y/N)?" he said my name.

My eyes widened, realising who had a hold of me. It was Finn Shelby.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? We went to school together. You might not remember me, but we definitely did."

"Of course I remember you! You're Finn fucking Shelby.”

"Oh right."

"Please don't hurt me."

He looked confused."Hurt you? Why would I do that?"

"Well, you're currently pinning me against a wall, and I'm finding it a bit hard to breathe if I'm honest."

He glanced down, quickly pushing himself away from me. I tried to hide getting my breath back, letting out a quick cough. It seemed he wasn't going to hurt me, and he wasn't being sadistic about that phrase either.

"I'm sorry. You alright?"

I slowly nodded, still wanting to be on the safe side.

"I remember you from school. Obviously changed a lot, though I have seen you from time to time."

"Right."

"Look, uh, what you saw back there, I need you to forget it."

"Finn," I was scared to say his name but I did anyway,"you almost killed him."

"You know I'm a Peaky Blinder, right?"

"How could I not? And are you trying to justify what you did?"

"(Y/N), he ran a brothel using children."

"Oh."

"I mean, you couldn't have known that, so I can see how that looks from a different perspective."

"Well, I totally agree with your actions then."

"I still need you to keep quiet about the whole thing."

"Um, of course."

"Where were you headed?"

This was the longest conversation I had ever had with Finn, with a Peaky Blinder. I briefly remember him as a child, you never do have specific memories at such a young age, though I probably played with him during break time.

"Home."

"Let me walk you."

"No, honestly it's fine, it's not far."

"I insist. Part of my apology for scaring you earlier."

"Part of your apology?"

"Yeah, I'm taking you out for drinks tomorrow."

I started thinking I might have been in a dream."Sorry?"

"Do you always act this surprised at what people say? A catch up drink."

"That's alright, really, if you're trying to make it up to me-"

"Come on, just one?"

It was like deja vu.

"If you're busy tomorrow, we can always go tonight. Yeah, you know what? Let's do that instead!"

"No, Finn, really I'm fine."

"I won't take no. Please, it'll be nice, I promise all I'm asking for is a drink."

I felt obligated to go, still in a bit of shock from what happened. But my friends were at the Garrison, if they saw me with Finn they would think I was ditching them, and what would it look like for me to be walking in with a Shelby?! However, I felt bad when I saw how happy Finn was; and even if he tried anything later I would undoubtedly slap him, I wasn't afraid of that (I tried to convince myself). When I agreed, his smile grew even bigger, instantly heading towards the pub.

I was trying to focus on what he was babbling on about, only my mind was preoccupied with the dreaded stares of my friends. That was one fo the worst things you could do as a girl, ditch your friends for a boy. Then there would be questions about how I met him, why didn't I tell them, why didn't I bring him along to drinks etc. I'd look like any other desperate girl that tried to cling onto the arm of any Shelby, desperate for a taste of the dangerous, gangsta life, even if it was just for one night.

As we walked in, I felt sick, immediately spotting my friends on their usual table they always tried to grab. They hadn't seen me yet, so I attempted to hide behind Finn, keeping my head down as we stood at the bar.

Finn was served first before anyone else."Whiskey Harry, and you?"

"Um, wine please."

"Just put them through the window, yeah?"

I was confused when we walked to the private room, it felt like I was trespassing. Though this gave me a good hiding place from my friends, chancing to glance back at them before disappearing. They still hadn't seen me.

Finn casually sat down, looking relaxed. I stood, not sure whether to join him, which was a stupid thing to think when he had invited me.

"Are you going to stand there the whole time?" he chuckled.

I said nothing as I sat down opposite him, not wanting to become trapped in the booth with him. I still wasn't sure what to say once seated, hating that this could become awkward at any second.

"Are you OK? You seem a bit shaken up still." he asked.

"I'm fine." I squeaked out, knowing he could see right through me.

"You're all nervous, what's wrong?" he smirked.

I sighed."My friends are out there."

"Oh, well go tell them to join us."

"No!" I snapped too quickly."Look, I said no to drinks earlier, hence why I was on my way home, and I was scared what they would think or feel if they saw me waltz in with you."

"Don't want to be seen with a Blinder?"

"No, just didn't want them to think I chose a boy over my friends."

He gave me a pointed look.

"And I guess it would seem strange if I suddenly walked back in with a Blinder."

"Why did you say no in the first place?"

"Because money is tight. That was another reason I was hesitant to come, honest."

"You're not paying (Y/N)."

"Oh, Finn-"

"No, because I literally get this stuff for free." the small window into the room opened."Speaking of."

He reached over and grabbed our drinks, handing mine to me before clinking the glasses together. Unlike Finn, who threw the whole drink back, I sipped on my wine, and god was it good. He slammed the glass back down onto the table, letting out a satisfied breath.

"So what have you been up to since school?"

"Well, I've got a job at this clothes shop, you might have passed it but we only deal with women’s clothing, so I doubt you’ve been in. Uh, I actually started there as a shop assistant after I left school, you know, running errands and doing the little things no one else wanted to do. Then they started giving me proper jobs, I’m also a book keeper now and-” I glanced at Finn, realising that I was rambling,“-sorry, I’m talking too much.”

“No, no you’re not.” he chuckled, waving a hand in the air.

“Long story short, I work in a clothes shop. What about you?”

I closed my eyes as soon as I finished my sentence, wincing at my stupidity.

“I didn’t mean, I wasn’t trying to be smart or pry, obviously I know...no I don’t know...”

“You’re cute when you stumble over your words.”

I wasn’t expecting that.“E-excuse me?”

Before things could get any more awkward, the door opened, making us both jump. I felt my heart drop down into the pit of my stomach when I saw who it was, and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me; his brothers were here.

“What the fuck are you doing in here Finn boy?”Arthur asked (if you didn’t know all their names, you had to be incredibly simple).

“Failing to get another bird in your bed?” John smirked.

“Shut up John.” Finn spat.“This is (Y/N), she’s an old friend from school.”

They filtered in. John scoffed.“Surprised you remember anything about school. Have you asked him what five pus five is?”

John and Arthur laughed as they sat down opposite us, Thomas standing besides the window for the drinks. I clasped my hands together as they started to shake out of nerves. I was in a room with the Shelby brothers, the men who ran one of the most feared gangs in England, and I had no clue what to do with myself. 

“Um, I think I should go.” I pathetically mumbled out.

“Don’t be rude Finn,” Thomas said,“show the lovely, young lady out.”

Finn was glaring at his brothers as we stood. I slowed down my steps so I didn’t appear to be running away from them. Finn opened the door for me, and I felt weightless as soon as I stepped out of that room. He followed me out, running a hand down his face.

“I’m sorry about them. They’re just being their usual stupid selves.” he apologised.

“It’s alright, really. Don’t tell them they bothered me or anything because they really didn’t.”

“You don’t have to worry. They won’t do anything to you because we had a drink together.”

“Sorry, just not used to...”

“Meeting a gangster?”

I hummed in agreement.“Yeah.”

“Look, I definitely need to go back in there. But I liked this. Apart from how we bumped into each other.”

“Yes, that could have been different.”

“I would like to do this again though.”

“You would?”

“There you go again, acting all surprised. How about this weekend?”

“I-I’m free this weekend.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at six on Saturday.” he smiled at me, turning to go back into the private room before calling the bartender.“Oh, Harry, another wine for my friend.”

He winked at me, then disappeared into the room. I heard heckling and teasing from his brothers. I could feel that my cheeks were heating up from blushing, though I also couldn’t help but smile. Thanking the bartender for the wine, I quickly took it, freezing when I saw my friends staring at me. Sighing, I took a big gulp of the drink before making my way towards them. This was going to be a longer night than I thought.

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Hi can you do LJ with a kidnapped horny s/o who doesnt care anymore and just wanna get off? thanks xx

Desperation-Laughing Jack x Reader NSFW

(Yes I can🤭 Minors please get the heck out of here!)

Warnings: thigh riding, clothed sex, Dub-Con,

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There comes when desperate times come for desperate solutions. How long have you been trapped here? Four months at least. He keeps you locked in your room during the day and at night when you sleep, Jack will whisk you away to his hell hole of a carnival. It's been a constant cycle that never ends. He's always watching. And since he's always watching, that means you don't get any private time for yourself.

His hungry eyes never fail to leave the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. It's sad how used to him you've become. You just don't care anymore. Jack was patient at first when it came to pressuring you for affection. Finally after the first two months of torture you gave in. With barely any time to yourself, you never have the chance anymore to take care of your needs. You've started to subtly hump a pillow on your shared bed, thus why you're sitting on his lap during your cuddle time you begin to move your hips to get some much needed friction. Jack notices everything and when he feels your tiny bouts of movement, he grins.

"Is my doll finally giving into her love for me?" His large clawed hands steady your hips, keeping you still from riding his muscular thigh. Jack teasingly blows cold air against your ear. A strong shiver bursts up your spine .

"P-Please- I need it- I need something" You're too pent up. Jack always did say that he'd wait for any sexual aspects of your relationship until you came to him. He finds it much more satisfying if you're willing to give your whole existence to him. Jack adjusts you so that both your legs fall over either side of his left thigh. It rubs against your cunt nicely. Jack's black painted lips curl into a slick smile as you gasp. You're confused for a second until the way he pats his thigh tells you everything.

"What a good doll, I'll give you what you want for being obiedent, go ahead, no one’s stopping you" Jack coo’s and picks up a portion of your hair, bringing it up to his cone nose and taking a deep whif of your scent. He is more than happy to help get you off. It means you’re finally seeking him out by your own free will and it makes his hard on impossibly worse. Your entire face is red like a virgin’s.

“I-It’s embarrasing, can’t you do it for me?” You whimper as he presses his thigh upwards so that it applies pressure to your clit. You're sensitive as hell since it's been a while. Jack cackles and traces the tip of a clawed finger down your collarbone before dipping it in your cleavage. It leaves you flustered and hot.. You unconsciously roll your hips and mewl. Even if this is the most degrading thing he's ever made you do, you're overly aroused.

“There you go love, I know you can do it" He praises and playfully bounces his leg. You whine as your dripping cunt presses harder on his quad. You set a nice slow cautious pace. Your soft panting and moans are driving Jack crazy. He wants oh so badly to have you riding his cock instead, but goddamn this is just as sweet. Jack feels your hot juices seeping through his pant leg. He wants nothing more then to let his long tongue lick you clean.

"I-I-please!" You hump against him more harsher. Hot heat floods through your blood as the bubble of pleasure building down below starts growing. You hold onto his shoulders to balance yourself. The layers of clothing make it frustrating. You feel your eyes starting to water. All you want to do is cum and he won't help? "P-please Jack I need you!" You beg without any shame. What's there to loose? You're already embarrassing yourself, there's nothing more humiliating than this.

"How cute are you? I should just make you do this all night long. See what you do to me Doll?" He grabs your wrist and has your palm rest against the bulge in his pants. You nod your head, too lost in chasing after your release. "You like that idea? I know you do pretty gumdrop" He chuckles as you try to pull your hand away. Jack's eyes are fogged over with lust as your hips erratically buck back and forth against him.

"Come on sugar, cream all over yourself, make a pretty mess for me yeah?" Jack clamps his hands back on your hips and pushes you down on his thigh. Your eyes roll back as a spark of arousal helps push you towards that beautiful sensation you've been dying for. Your mouth hangs open while a combination of pornographic noises are drawn from the back of your throat.

All it takes is for Jack to continously shift his leg upwards for you to come undone. He's smiling as he watches you finally succumb to his advances. You tremble and feel a certain wetness getting worse from in between your legs. Your so lost in the moment, you just keep trying to grind on his thigh to drag out your climax. You collapse against him. He wraps his arms around you and pets your head, absolutely enjoying your submissivness.

"Now that you got to use me...I get to use you, it's only fair right gumdrop?" Jack licks his lips, staring at you like you're his next meal(which you are). That post orgasmic bliss is immediately gone and replaced by absolute terror when he flips you over onto your back. All color drains from your face. You played into his delusions and now it's time to face the consequences.

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Nothing special

Word count: 2.0k

Genre: smut, I don’t even know anymore

Warnings: 18+, dom!Dabi, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie (once again, pls use condoms lmaooo)

,, Babe, I was just joking around’’ Touya cooed on the other line, forcing you to put the phone away as you took a deep breath, trying to calm your tits down.

,, You are always joking around. Some things are kept private Touya’’ you whined, wishing your boyfriend actually understood the meaning of the word privacy. Closing your eyes, you weren’t even sure if he bragged about it to make himself cooler in front of his friends, or because he simply thought it was alright to talk about it. Once Mina told you that he was holding a speech about your sexual life with his friends last night, you almost wished you were never born.

,, Babe, they are my friends, they won’t tell anyone if you’re worrying about it’’ he said with almost apologetic voice.

,, Well guess what, one of them already told Mina’’ you tried not to scream, as you walked fast, face red from all the embarrassment you felt at the moment.

,, You know what, we’ll talk when you calm down’’ Touya hissed, hanging up fast after it. You wanted to scream in frustration and smash your fucking phone onto the cold street, but yet you stopped yourself , not wanting to make a fool out of yourself in front of the crowd of strangers.

The moment you got into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, you sighed in relief once you realized that he ain’t home. The moment you found out about him not being able to keep his mouth shut, you felt like all the stares were directed to you.

,, Piece of shit’’ you whined, as you took your phone out of the pocket of your jacket. A sudden idea popped up in your mind. Grinning widely, you texted your best friend, telling her to be online in the next few hours, making sure she’ll have some time for a small call once Touya comes back home.

Instead of preparing the dinner, you ordered a pizza for yourself. You knew very well how much he loved when you cook for him, and how much he’s thankful for it, and it almost made you feel bad about your decision, but yet you managed to push the thoughts away, remembering about the conversation he had with his stupid friends.

,, Submissive bitch my ass’’ you hissed, choking onto the small piece of pizza. At some point all the disappointment and sadness was long gone, as anger and frustration took over you.

Not even trying to clean up the mess you made, you simply went into the bedroom you shared with him, and changed, wearing your purple oversized shirt. Sure, you loved wearing his shirts, somehow something that simple, gave you so much comfort. But not today. Today you wanted to burn everything that was his.

,, Baby, I’m home’’ you heard him say, as he slammed the door. Ignoring his words, you just hopped into the bed, trying to calm yourself down a bit. You acted as you were asleep, once you heard his steps coming closer to the bedroom the two of you shared.

,, What ? No kiss today?’’ he asked, knowing very well that you are wide awake. It was foolish of you even to think that you could fool him.

,, Ask Shiggy for a kiss, I heard he’s as submissive as I am’’ you hissed, hiding your face in the covers, still not brave enough to face him.

,,Oh? You’re still not over that?’’ he asked again, leaning onto the wall. If your behavior wasn’t so annoying at the moment, he would probably find it cute how frustrated you were over something so small. Turning around, he left you alone, wanting to give you some time for yourself, only to find you hopping out of the bed.

You followed him into the living room, courage taking over your body, once you realized that he’s calm as fuck and not affected by your reaction at all.

,, You’ve gotta be kidding me doll’’ he gasped once he saw the mess in kitchen, and leftovers of your pizza placed all over the counter. ,, At least throw the leftovers away’’ Touya added, pushing the small box to the side.

,, Clean it yourself if it bothers you that much’’ you spat, as you hopped onto the couch, turning the TV on. A dangerous smirk appeared on his face, once he realized what kind of game you were playing, not wanting to give in.

You tried to concentrate on the stupid movie you found on Netflix, as he prepared the dinner. A small part of you wanted to push him away, and simply make anything for him, but yet another part of you was telling you to sit the fuck down and ignore him.

The fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to you was pissing you off. You hoped small stuff like that would piss him off, but yet he was so calm.

Standing up, you texted Mina, checking if she’s online, as you hopped onto the tall chair next to the counter. You noticed that he was giving you a side eye, checking you out every now and then, as you just texted someone on your phone.

,, Who are you texting ?’’ curiosity took over him. You weren’t the one to text people, and if you were texting someone just to piss him off, then you were on a good way.

,,A friend’’ you simply stated, ignoring the confused and almost mad look on his face.

,, Which friend? ‘’ he asked almost immediately, his grip around the wooden spoon he was stirring the food with, grew much stronger without him even realizing.

,, You don’t know him’’ you gave him a simple answer, more than satisfied with the reaction he was giving you. Placing the Airpods in your ears, you turned the volume down as you answered Mina’s call, not giving him a chance to say anything else.

,, Heyy babe, I’ve missed you so much’’ you squeaked happily, as Mina laughed on the other side, talking some nonsense, while you answered some bullshit. Touya’s eyes widened in shock as he turned the stove off, turning around to face you as you talked with the unknown person.

,, Yeah, I’m still with him’’ you smiled widely, faking the whole conversation with Mina. The moment you realized that all of his attention was placed on you, you took a next step, hardly holding the laugh to yourself.

,, Yeah I know. No, it’s not hard to take it, his dick is nothing special, but it’s about the technique, you know? ’’ you said, biting onto your nail, as you tried to ignore the shocked expression that was written all over Touya’s face. Sure, he tired to act all calm, but there was a line and you just crossed it.

Grabbing the phone out of your hand, he looked at the unknown number that was on your screen. A small smile formed on your face, as you felt grateful that you remembered to delete Mina’s number in case something like this happens.

,, Who’s this?’’ he asked almost aggressively, only for Mina to hang up on him the moment she heard his voice. As much as you tried to stop yourself, a smirk formed on the corner of your lips, glad that he could get a taste own medicine.

The smirk long gone, once your phone flew across the room and his hand found its way to your throat. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, but in your opinion, it was all worth it. Every fucking second of it.

,, You have a death wish ?’’ Touya hissed, his grip around your throat getting much stronger. The moment you nodded your head, he pulled you up, pushing your body down onto the counter.

,, Sure my technique might be good, but as much as I remember, you were crying about my dick not fitting in?’’ he said, making it sound like he was questioning you. ,, Guess, I’ll have to remind you about it’’ Touya added, flipping you over. One hand gripping onto your hair, as he pushed your upper body over the counter, and his other hand ripping your panties apart, throwing them on the floor.

Without a warning, he slammed his dick into you, making you scream as the pain took over your body. It was weird how even tho the two of you fucked every night, he was stretching you out like it was your first time.

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, snapping his hips against your own at a ruthless pace. There was no need for it, it was a punishment in the first place and as you said, his dick is nothing special after all.

Somehow you managed to grab onto the edges of the counter, as he roamed into you fast and deep, hitting your cervix with every move he made. Closing your eyes, you tried not to moan, you tried not to show him any sign of pleasure you felt in that very moment.

,, What’s wrong baby? I thought you can take it’’ he groaned, yanking your hair back. The whole situation was turning him on way too much, your bratty attitude, the way you are bent over the counter for him and the small whimpers that were escaping your lips every now and then.

,, I-I’m glad.. I’m glad you could feel the way .. The way I did’’ you managed to say, catching your breath in between every word you said.

,, Shut your bratty mouth’’ he hissed, his grip and moves getting only stronger. A loud moan escaped from your mouth, once you felt him hit your g spot. Closing your eyes, you wiggled your body a bit, giving him a sign that you are close. Like he didn’t know already. If someone knows your body, it’s Touya. He simply knows everything about you, he knows when you’re upset, sad, when you’re hiding something from him. He knows when something is wrong, when you are in pain, and the best he knows is when you are about to cum.

He didn’t plan on making you cum, he wanted to punish you and leave you on your own once he’s done with you. He wanted to make you beg for him, he wanted you to finish yourself with nothing else than your own fingers. He didn’t want to give you that pleasure of reaching your high, you didn’t deserve it, yet once he felt you moving your body closer to his, and once he heard the small moans coming out of your mouth, the thought he had was long gone.

,, Right here?’’ he asked, his fingers on your clit, rubbing small circles. You couldn’t even answer him properly, only nodding your head, as you squeezed your eyes shut. Toyua grinned once he felt your walls tightening around his dick, making him fuck you even harder than he already did. If that was even possible.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned loudly, repeating his name all over again, as you came all over his dick. Touya continued to fuck you, reaching his own high shortly after. The moment you felt his warm seed deep inside of you, you sniffed quietly, disappointed with the fact that you were once again so weak and nothing else than submissive bitch for him.

,, Baby, it’s okay, it’s okay’’ Touya whispered, turning your body around and placing small and soft kisses all over your face. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, and the way you acted in that very moment broke his heart.

,, I’m sorry baby, I’ll make everything better, I’ll never talk about our love life ever again’’ he added, pulling you into a tight embrace.

,, Promise?’’ you whispered, slowly rubbing your eyes as he showered you with billion small kisses. You knew that he didn’t mean any harm with his reckless talk, you knew he never wanted to hurt you.

,,Promise’’ he said, and you believed him, like you always did.

[therewasatale]

his scars

On Ao3.

Summary:  Each Lord had their own rules, and you have broken Lord Heisenberg's.

Note: I saw a bunch of fanarts with Heisenberg having a lot of scars, so I played with the idea.

Each Lord had their own rules. Which if their servants did not follow, they had to pay a heavy price.

Rules like that; you must not go to the lower levels of the factory alone. If Lord Heisenberg said something, you had to do it without question, especially for your own safety. And if you visited his private room, you always had to knock before entering.

You’ve always followed two of them. However, your attention slipped over the last one as you hurried out of the elevator to Heisenberg's room. At each step, you could feel the slow, rhythmic thumping of the factory from behind and below you as the various machines and tools worked non-stop. Every click, tap, or squeak has become as familiar to you as your very being.

Pulling closer the book you got from him a month ago, you tried to gather your thoughts about what you wanted to say. You'd have never thought a darker fantasy would appeal to you so much. It had a mystery, a bunch of different, but still interesting characters, and an oppressive background that the story slowly began to bring to light by the end of the first book. The ending was open for a promising sequel.

And you entered his room. Without knocking.

Inside, the smell of thick tobacco and oil rushed your senses.

"Heisenberg, I brought back the book! And imagine it's already-"

"WHAT IN THE LIVING HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He yelled.

You froze in place in the doorway. The sudden shout shook you up completely and you gripped the book tighter in your hand so you wouldn’t drop it.

Your gaze was immediately drawn to the man, as he was standing by the bed.

Heisenberg's shirtless upper body was covered in a myriad of thin scars, like cobwebs across his entire body. Starting at his neck, they ran down his chest all the way to his waist, and probably continued under the pants. The scars on his arms were gnarly, from long healed injuries, which were most likely the results of fights. However, some of those on his chest were too straight and clean to come from an accident.

"Get. Out." He didn't look into your eyes. Objects trembled around him. A knife rose into the air from his desk. "NOW!"

You didn’t look back when the door slammed close behind you. Not when the elevator was already climbed up a few levels. And not even when you got to your own room and threw your back at the door. You felt like a hand was wrapped around your throat and it began tightening its fingers, ever so slowly.

Long minutes passed and yet you still felt as if your heart was trying to break out of your chest. The only thing you could clearly hear besides the beating of your heart, was your own panicked breathing.

"Shit..." you slid down with trembling legs. You had to wrap your hands around your body to try stop the trembling.

It was over.

You broke his rule. And now he's going to kill you, if you're lucky, he will make it quick.

Each Lord had their own rules, and now you have broken Lord Heisenberg's. Like a stupid fucking kid.

"Shit!"

You were aware of the fact that the people in the Dimitrescu castle disappears and got replaced very often, and you were really surprised how different Heisenberg was from what you imagined. He shouted a lot and swore even more, but he never tried to hurt you, even on his worst days, he just grumbled impatiently and vented his frustration on his machines.

He was loud, but understanding in his harsh way. Impatient, but still a good listener on his good days. He was rough, but you knew he cared about you, in his own grumpy way.

You were happy. You enjoyed living here.

But now...

Now you had to get out of here.

The sudden thought helped to clear your head with such force that you have managed to get on your feet. You didn't want to die. You didn't deserve death for a complete nonsense.

You had to get away.

Heisenberg waited while as the elevator started upwards.

He didn't even have to move his hand. The knife spun around its axis then it slammed into the wall with tremendous force, then again and again and again. It didn't stop until the blade bent from the force. His fingers trembled, bolts and gears threw themselves around him in all directions. The legs of his bed buckled as the springs in his mattress straightened, pierced trough the material and then snapped and shot themselves into the ceiling.

"Fuck!" He grabbed his dirty-gray hair and pulled it hard enough so the pain would clear his head a bit. He needed to calm down before he smashed everything around him. The bed creaked behind him, as two of its legs finally gave up and fell to the ground with a thud. Then there was silence again. This snapped him out from his blind anger.

He shut his eyes tightly. Letting his shoulder sunk, he took a step back and threw his back against the cold wall. He needed to take a few deep breaths to slow down his pounding heart.

When he opened his eyes the first thing that caught his eye, was a scar running through his forearm. He clearly remembered getting it in a fight against a bunch of lycans. Years ago, when he started constructing his factory the territory of the lycans stretched all the way to the area where the main building would be. At the time, they didn’t even know who they were facing and sometimes they ventured through the fence. That evening, Heisenberg did not expect them in such numbers, let alone that they will attach wooden spears on their arm to counteract his powers.

With a sharp exhale he lowered his arm.

Those creatures became what they were thanks to Cadou. Technically, they were all related. He took a deep breath, knowing it well that these thoughts didn’t help and were not important right now.

He gave himself a disgusted look before he got dressed. When he buttoned the last button on his shirt, only then he let his thoughts wander again. An unpleasant feeling settled into his chest.

You saw him. And now you will run away.

It was over.

He knew that the body he had to live in was utterly repugnant. The body which was experimented on by Mother Miranda, conducting studies and surgeries until she was satisfied with it. The body she put the parasite in and which cursed him with this fate. He hated her for making him this way, and he hated himself for being her child.

He still woke up time to time drenched in sweat from nightmares where he has been implanted with the parasite over and over again.

It spread throughout his body and turned his existence into pure hell. His thoughts burned away by the eruption of the unbearable pain, he felt as if his chest would open up and his heart would tear itself out of its place. However, the worst part of it all, was the realization that something was trying to subsume his consciousness. Claws tore into his brain and tried to suppress part of his being. It was almost successful, but Heisenberg held on.

And when he woke up after the procedure, he found himself in a whole new hell.

You were the only thing, along with the constant building, that kept him happy day by day, and helped suppress his raging hatred. On the worst days he still could felt the Cadou trying to making its way into his head. But you always were there to help him, or at least, you tried and he was grateful, even when he didn't say anything.

He knew full well that this would not last forever. Because why would it last? In this godforsaken horrible place everything fell to pieces and rotted apart eventually.

He took out a cigar from the depths of his coat.

He didn't want anything; he didn't ask to being like this. And yet you stayed with him. He had you. But now, you saw him.

The bitter smoke slowly rose from his lips.

Everything was over.

 Hours have passed. Night arrived, or just the tiredness told you that.

You thought about running away again and again trying to figure out how, and when you should do it. The first thing you thought was that you had to find a way to do it as soon as possible. The elevator was an option, but you would have risked running into Heisenberg, or, more dangerously, into his servants. He could send them after you at any time.

It was risky.

Or there was a ventilation system that weaved through the factory. You could use that, though you were afraid of getting lost inside of it forever rather than getting out. Escaping trough, the dumpster promised only similar chances.

You even started to think that maybe first, you should talk to the man. Or at least try to talk to him. Though your reasonable-self protested profusely against this emotional suggestion.

However, your pride also spoke up and somehow, it made you stay. You're not going to run. Not anymore. Not from him.

So, you waited.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you hoped you would have a chance to talk to him. You just couldn’t decide when to go to him. Every part of your body shivered as Heisenberg's angry voice echoed in your head. You had to go to talk to him, but you were simply unable to leave your room, at least for now.

Fortune was on your side for once.

Your door opened slowly. You felt your shoulders tense up and you swallowed dryly. You couldn’t look up at him.

"I thought you would have left already." His voice didn't sound as harsh, as you would have expected.

You glanced up at the man who was leaning against the doorframe. He folded his arms in front of his chest, his eyes were hidden behind his black sunglasses.

"Why should I leave?"

"Well," despite his words his voice sounded surprised "I yelled at you."

"You've yelled before."

Heisenberg snorted a little and rubbed his hair under his hat. This didn’t go as he thought it would. "Well yeah, but..." his words let him down.

"What happened to you? I mean your body…?" You got up from your bed. He was just a few steps away from you.

The man drummed with his fingers a couple of times on his arms. "I fell."

"Heisenberg..." you took a careful step towards him.

"Lord Heisenberg." He corrected you. "If my bitch mother is forcing this prestigious bullshit then we should keep to it." He sounded more annoyed than angry. He continued to drum slowly with his fingers, but you could also feel his eyes watching you from behind his glasses.

"I'm sorry that I didn't knock."

For long minutes, the only thing could be heard was the rhythmic thumping background sounds of the factory.

"Well...Yeah..." He scratched his graying hair slowly as he pushed himself away from the doorway. "Listen, if you want to go, then go. I'm not going to stop you, just don't ever comeback. All right? Have a nice life, or whatever. That giant trash is actually looking for new maidens," He turned around.

You managed to stand up and hurried after him stopping him in front of the elevator.

"What?" Heisenberg glanced down at your arms as you hugged him. "(Y/N)?"

"I'm sorry." You snuggled closer to his back, hiding your face in the fabric of his coat.

"For what?" His hands shook, he had to stop himself from touching your arms. The thought made him tremble a bit, but he realized that you were trembling too. You were so close to him, he could felt your body against his, your finger griped into his clothes.

"For not knocking. And not saying sorry. And for not trying to talk to you." His coat smelt like tobacco and oil, just like everything around him did in this place. For you, it felt like home.

When he didn't answer, you spoke again.

"I don't want to leave. I'm sorry."

There was another quiet minute. You were about to let him go when he finally found his voice.

"Are you sure? But you saw me." He carefully caressed your hand with his fingers. "You saw what that bitch did to me."

So, you were right, those wounds were too straight to be from some kind of accident.

With your eyes closed you enjoyed the gentle touches, as he run his fingers along the top of your hands, and then slowly moved up on your arms as well. He slowly relaxed between your arms and leaned closer to your body. Even his breathing became more even.

When he sighed, you let him out from your hug and stepped beside him, looking up at him "Come with me, Lord Heisenberg." You gently took his hand and pulled him after you. heading back to your room.

"Hm?"

"I need some rest, and you too. And I'm sure you've destroyed half of your room."

Heisenberg pulled down his hat into his eyes. Damn.

"Why would I have done that?" Oh, for the love of god, shut up you, idiot! He snorted to himself.

"Because you care about me, just as much I care about you. Come." You pulled him all the way to your bed. Turning towards him you took off his hat and glasses.

"Mh, what?" His tired eyes looked straight into yours.

"Your eyes are really beautiful."

"Oh shut up." Stepping next to you, he threw himself on the bed.

You never dared to ask why you got a bed which was big enough for two people. Whether someone owned this room in the past, or the man had some kind of plan for you. But right now, as he leaned back to the bed, you haven’t really found a reason to worry about that. Climbing next to him, you hid under his arm. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you sighed deeply.

"Well, I hope you're happy."

"Very much, thank you."

He snorted and listened quietly to your steady and calm breathing as he tried to ignore his own pounding heart. He fervently hoped you wouldn't notice this. This hope was unfortunately false considering that you were only a couple of centimeters away from his heart.

The redness spread through his face even more so than before.

He didn't imagine this could happen. You shouldn't have been here anymore. You should have gone to the village a long time ago and not looked back. You should have left everything...and everyone behind.

Instead, you were here. And you laid next to him so damn close. His skepticism struggled against the notion.

Like anything would just become magically fine after this.

"You know, you can't fix me with cuddling, right? I'm messed up in the head and even more fucked up in my body." He swallowed dryly.

"What are you talking about?" Raising your head, you looked straight into his eyes.

"I just told you." He let out an impatient huff. "You can't fix me, I'm this fucked up. And it won't go away after some warm cuddling and snuggling. Sorry to ruin your hopes."

"I don't want to fix you, Heisenberg."

"What?" Every answer of yours caught him off guard.

"Why would I want to fix you when I like you this way?" You leaned closer, slowly kissing him. His body tensed, you could feel his grip tighten on your shirt, then his lips gently kissed you back. The kiss tasted bitter, like his cigar. He pulled you closer and didn't let go until you yourself pulled back.

Looking into his eyes you smiled gently. "Besides, I've been here a long time, so I'm pretty sure I'm just as messed up in the head."

"Damn." His grey eyes almost sparkled. "God damn."

You let him pull you closer, snuggling up to his shoulder.

"So, we're messed up together."

"Pretty much, yeah. But somehow it doesn't bother me."

Heisenberg was sure by then that you could feel the pounding of his heart, but he didn't mind it now. He gently caressed your face with his fingertips from your forehead through the line of your nose all the way to your chin. He spent a lot of time under your eyes.

"Listen, I know she did something to you." You placed your palm carefully on his chest. "But your body isn’t scaring or disgust me." You gently caressed around his heart trough his shirt. "It's your body, it belongs to you and I like it. I mean it's yours and it's fine."

"Mh," he replied tellingly.

His heart finally started to quiet down. Good. He needed to think with his god damn head and not with his heart. Everything happened differently. For hours he believed, no, he knew, that you have already ran away. He wanted to give you time, that was one of the reasons he didn’t come after you for so long. And yet, deep within him he felt he can't just let you go. Who knew what he would have done if you would have told him to his face that you are leaving him? He felt as if his whole world started to tremble.

It was as if you could feel what he was thinking you snuggled closer and rubbed your head against his shoulder.

The man sighed softly.

But you stayed. You were here, and you were honest. Maybe he could be a bit honest too.

"Sometimes, I dream that I'm just a machine myself." He gently played with your hair. It was a long time ago when he touched something this soft. "That I'm lying on one of Mother Miranda's experimental tables, and when I look down at myself I see nothing but gears and bolts that work together inside me. It's not my body anymore, I lost my real one. Then I start to lose my mind as well. And she just watches me, every damn time. Calling me his son. " He rubbed his face into his hands.

Raising your head a little you laid it back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"What are you-"

"Sh."

The man snorted, in confusion and embarrassment.

"Hm, all I can hear is your flesh heart beating in your chest. The rhythm is pretty fast but maybe because of the many cigars."

"Oh, shut up." He hid his face in his hands and tried to rub the crimson of his face away.

"All right, all right." You snuggled back to his shoulder. "Still, I'm not going anywhere."

"You can be a stubborn bastard sometimes."

You chuckled, clearly proudly and as you embraced him a smile remained on your face.

The room around you was filled with the sounds of the thumping factory. It felt comforting. Your heart started to quiet down as you let your consciousness relax from the rhythmic noises around you two. His hand drew gently circles on your shoulder.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" You asked, what he didn’t dare to ask.

"Sure." He pulled you even closer and buried his face into your hair. He seemed to relax even more. He raised a finger, and his sunglasses slipped off, levitated under his coat, and raising it up gently laid it on the two of you, before it landed itself on your nightstand with a small clink.

"Thank you." You muttered as you gently drifted towards sleep.

"Yeah-yeah." He kept his face hidden in your hair.

You won't leave him, at least not now. Maybe you will actually stay with him, maybe you were stubborn enough to do it. He ignored his worries about the future, instead, to his own surprise, he let himself be happy for once. He slowly fallen asleep with you on his side, listening to your breathing.

[arvinsescape]

Too busy.

A/N: I am so sorry this took a while to get out, but here it is! I hope you all enjoy, it is based off a request that @tomhollandlol sent me and I hope you also enjoy and thanks again for your patience. I did change a couple of things but stuck to the basic concept, I hope you don’t mind 💕

Request: Angst one shot, they have 2 kids together, different scenarios, he never pays attention and does something else and is always too busy.

Warnings: Bit of swearing, mentions of sex.

W/C: 4.2K

This last six months had been the hardest she’d ever had to go through, in her entire six years of marriage to Tom, this had been the hardest. Having two kids on top of that didn’t make it any easier, she felt alone, more alone than she had in her life, she was bringing up two children, seemingly on her own. Their eldest was almost four and their youngest was nine months old and teething, which meant she cried a lot.

Tom had been there for most of their journey, he shared the work load and it made life easier but this last six months haven’t ben the case. He became busier, he had two projects going at once and whilst she would happily make allowances for his career it was becoming too much for her. She hated the assumption that things should be easy because she was a stay-at-home mum but that was far from the truth. The children were so young that they needed her constant and undivided attention.

She was struggling to give two children her undivided attention and recently she’s become run down, completely running of fumes. She lives her life in a constant state of tired, she barely does a thing for herself, hell even a shower seemed like a hard task half of the time and Tom? Well half of the time she wasn’t a hundred per cent sure exactly what it was he was doing. She wondered how he hadn’t noticed, how he hadn’t seen the tiredness she constantly displayed.

Half of the mums at school had noticed, she saw it in their looks of pity when she arrived with her son, looking run down and disheveled because she couldn’t make herself look presentable. She didn’t have the time because either her baby would need something or her four-year-old which left no time for herself in a morning.

“Tom?” She shouted as she bounced Ava on her hip.

“Yeah?” He shouted back from where ever he was in the house.

“Can I get your help please?”

“Y/N, I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy.” She muttered to herself as she gave up and tried to soothe Ava on her own whilst making Noah’s lunch.

**

“Tom, I’ve just cleaned there.” She spoke, almost in disbelief as she watched her husband place his golf clubs in the middle of the hall.

“I’ll move them in a bit.” He shrugged. “I need to read over some stuff.” He said as he wandered down the hall and into his office. She couldn’t help herself as she flipped him off on his way, thankful he couldn’t see.

**

“Tom? Is there any chance you can take Noah to school tomorrow? I need to take Ava to an appointment and I don’t wanna be late again.”

“I can’t darling, I’m busy.” He answered, eyes on his laptop.

“Tom, please? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” She tried and Tom looked up at her.

“Y/N/N, I am really busy right now. Just take Noah into school earlier and then you won’t be late.” He said and she looked at him in disbelief.

“Right, yeah, okay.” She huffed and left his office, shutting the door with enough force to let him know she was upset with him.

**

“Daddy! Look what I did.” Noah screamed as he made his way through the door.

“I’ll have a look in a bit my love, I’m busy at the moment.” Tom answered and their son huffed in response.

**

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran into his father’s open arms. “Can we go for ice-cream?” He asked excitedly.

“Ask mummy, I have some work to do.” Tom said and Noah visibly deflated.

“She already said no, she’s too tired.” Noah mocked his mother’s voice.

“Well I expect she is tired.” Tom said, they never bad mouthed each other in front of the children. It wasn’t something either of them did.

“Why? She doesn’t work.” Noah folded his arms over his chest and Tom looked at him in a scalding manner.

“That’s not nice. Your mummy works really hard to make sure everything and everyone is okay. Don’t talk about her like that.”

“But she doesn’t do anything. She looks after us, my friends mummy works and she’s fine. Everyone at school has said it, she has nothing to be tired about, that’s what my friend’s mummy’s say.” Noah huffed, he had a bit of a temper streak. Tom’s heart plummeted, where people really shit talking his wife? To the point his son had become subject to it.

“That’s enough now Noah.” Tom said as he set his son down.

“Whatever. You’re always too busy and mummy’s always too tired. You’re both boring.” He snapped before running into his bedroom and slamming the door. This made Tom’s heart shatter, they were both trying to do the right thing. Tom really contemplated his life choices and in hind sight he wished he’d done something sooner, especially with the conversation he was about to have that evening.

**

“Tom, you are never here.” She exclaimed, a small comment having sparked an argument that had her struggling to keep her voice down.

“I’m busy. Look in a couple of months I’ll be here.” He said and she huffed folding her arms over her chest.

“You’re always busy Tom. I can’t remember the last time you put us first.”

“I’m doing this so I can take some more time off, Y/N, I don’t wanna be that guy but I earn the money, I can’t just stop working.” He snapped and she felt her anger rise in response.

“That’s bullshit,” she hissed out and he was taken aback by her tone. “You were in some of the biggest movies going a few years back. We are not struggling for money, that is some bullshit excuse for the fact that you’re not around.” She hissed, voice laced in nothing but venom.

“Look, I have a week off starting tomorrow, I don’t need to be anywhere and I won’t have any responsibilities, I can help.” He offered and she sighed, anger leaving her with nothing but defeat.

“I hope so.” She shrugged and Tom looked at her carefully.

“What do you mean?” He asked, there was something in her tone that scared him.

“I mean,” she sighed. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m tired and I need more from you.” She didn’t sound angry just tired and Tom felt his heart drop.

“Meaning?” He asked tentatively.

“Meaning, I can’t carry on doing this and next time it’s going to be a very different conversation. A conversation about us that I really don’t want to have but it’s come to that.” She sighed out before turning on her heel and leaving Tom with his thoughts. His heart shattered, had he really been so neglectful?

Tom was free for a week, which helped slightly because their son was always itching to spend time with his father. She thought this would mean that she got a little respite after their conversation the previous night but that’s not how it panned out.

“Y/N?” Her husbands voice echoed through the halls and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his tone. She shouted back her location within the house and few seconds later he appeared. “I need you to look after Noah.” He said, their son hot on his heels, she furrowed her brows.

“Why?” She couldn’t help but asked and Tom gave her a sympathetic look.

“I need to get some of this work done and as much as I love him he’s distracting me.” Tom spoke and she couldn’t help but huff, it was always something.

“I thought you were off this week?” She couldn’t help but ask, tone clipped and she instantly regretted using it in front of Noah.

“I was but then my agent emailed this morning and I now have a load of work to do.” He said, there was a sadness laced in his tone but she didn’t care. She passed him feeling bad about it, she needed him to put them first and recently he hasn’t.

“Fine, whatever.” She grumbled out a response and Tom felt awful, he could see how tired she was, he wouldn’t deny that. But these two projects were taking over and he felt just as tired trying to keep up. To anyone else looking in they would have said the couple needed to sit down and have a chat but of course relationships are more complex than that and the couple were still waiting to have said chat.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Tom spoke and she sighed.

“It’s whatever Tom. He has some schoolwork he should be doing anyway.” She said, tone defeated and Tom sighed before nodding and making his way back into his office. He wanted to say something but he was afraid to start an argument in front of the children, the two had agreed that their arguments would be kept private, the children didn’t need to know about them.

She spent the afternoon trying to split herself between helping Noah with his math’s work and Ava with her teething. Noah was a bright child when it came to English and Art but Math’s? He was no good at and required a lot of help. She found herself growing frustrated the more she went through the work, she felt guilty but she was so tired she couldn’t help it.

“No, Noah. I’ve shown you this now. Come on, you need to work with me.” She said and instantly regretted the words.

“Mummy, I am trying but I don’t get it.” Noah said back as Ava burst into another flood of tears. She jumped up from her seat, Noah making a noise of annoyance at her actions. She scooped Ava into her arms and rocked her, it was making no difference, the ache in the child’s gum causing ample discomfort.

“Ava come on, shh, it’s okay. Calm down.” She said as she hastily scanned the living room in search of her teething ring. Her eyes landing on the object and she hastily picked it up before handing it to her daughter. She placed the ring in her mouth and instantly her screams calmed to small cries. Once she was settled enough, Y/N placed her back in her high chair and proceeded to help Noah.

She was tired by the end of the evening, her only job being left was to put Noah to bed and he just wouldn’t settle either. He wasn’t great at bed times, he was an alert child who found it hard to switch off for the day.

“Mummy, can we please have another story?” He asked and she felt herself deflate, all she wanted was to have a bath and go to bed.

“But sweetheart, I’ve already read two.” She tried to reason and Noah threw his book onto the floor which made her sigh out as she retrieved it.

“Please mummy? I’m not even tired, can’t I just play with my toys?” He asked, arms folded across his chest and she wasn’t prepared for what was to come next, signs of his temper tantrum approaching and fast.

“No sweetheart, you have school tomorrow.” She sighed out and she watched as her sons face turned into a rather sour expression.

“So? I’m not tired. How can I sleep if I’m not tired? You’re supposed to read to me.” He said and she sighed.

“Baby, mummy’s tired herself okay.” She said, she really didn’t have it in her to stay awake much longer.

“Then get daddy to read to me.” He huffed and she nodded before standing up and making her way into her husbands office, a soft knock pulling him from his work.

“Come in.” Tom’s voice spoke, eyes still trained on his emails.

“Tom? Can you read to Noah please?” She asked, hopefulness lacing her voice, her husbands eyes finding her tired ones. There was something about the way she looked tonight, the way she looked like she was struggling to keep herself stood that reality hit the man hard.

“Of course baby.” Tom said as he stood and he didn’t miss the flash of shock grace his wife’s face. He felt immensely guilty, he hadn’t been there for past six months and he could see what that was doing to her. “Have you eaten?” Tom asked and she shrugged.

“Bits but I’m not hungry.” She said as she rubbed at her red and tired eyes. Tom felt like an utter dick, he’d taken on too much and left his wife to pick up the pieces.

“You should eat.” Tom said and she shrugged.

“I just want to go to bed Tom.” She whispered out and he nodded in response before making his way over to her and kissing her forehead before pulling her into a hug.

“Then go sleep love. I’ve got Noah.” He spoke and she felt relieved, completely and utterly relieved, she didn’t even want the bath anymore, that could wait until tomorrow. She didn’t miss the excitement in her sons voice as Tom made his way into his room and she smiled before practically face planting the bed and falling asleep.

**

It was eight o clock in the morning when she woke, she felt sluggish as she grabbed for her phone and looked at the time. Heart beat picking up far too quickly for her bodies tired state.

“Shit.” She exclaimed as she rushed out of bed and into Noah’s room, only to find the bed empty. “Noah?” She shouted as she ran down the stairs, her mind was racing, she was running late. How had she slept for so many hours? And how had it gone interrupted?

“In here mummy.” Noah shouted back as she raced into the living room.

“I’m sorry, I’m up, I just need to get changed and then we can set off for school.” She rambled as ran into the kitchen to sort out his breakfast.

“Darling, slow down.” She heard Tom’s voice and she spun around to look at her husband, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a slight mess. How could he still look so good? She wished she could look as good as he did, even tired.

“What?” She looked around the kitchen, evidence that Noah had already had his breakfast. His school bag filled with the books for the day and his packed lunch.

“I’m gonna take him in. Go and chill out.” He spoke as he pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you.” She sighed and Tom nodded.

“I’ll take Ava and then you can get some rest if you need it, I’ll be back soon. I’ll do the shopping, should be an hour or so.” Tom spoke and her heart soared at his words.

“Did Ava sleep through?” She asked, realizing she’d not been woken up by her crying last night.

“Yeah, a few times. I slept in there, wanted you to catch up on some sleep.” He admitted and she could have cried with the happiness the revelation brought her. “We need to talk when I get home.” He spoke and she nodded. “Okay, well I’ll see you in an hour.” He said and she nodded before kissing her son good bye and making him promise to behave.

**

An hour and a half later and she’d had a relaxing bath, one that she was more than thankful and ready for. She’d even managed to have a hot cup of tea, a stark difference to the cold ones she was used to. She’d even managed to read a chapter of her new book, she still felt like she could sleep for a while but overall relaxed and content.

“Hey.” Tom said as he leant against the doorway to their bedroom. She placed her book down and looked at him.

“Hey,” she said somewhat awkwardly, she wasn’t sure how this conversation was about to go.

“I’ve just put Ava down, will probably give us a good hour or so.” He spoke and she nodded. “So,” he sighed. “We should talk.” He continued and she nodded again, words not being able to find her, she needed to know how he feeling, what he was going to say first.

“I’m sorry, I want you to know that. I’ve been so wrapped up in what I’ve been doing that I haven’t noticed what I was doing to you. I’m so used to you being the one who has everything together, who know exactly what to do that I thought you didn’t need my help as much as you do.” He started and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out before he beat her to it.

“I know that’s not an excuse, it’s poor on my behalf and I’m sorry. You and the children, you mean everything to me. All I want in life is for you guys to get everything you want and need and I’m sorry that I’ve been the way that I have, there are no excuses.” He said and she felt her heart lift, the two could fix this, fix what has been happened. “But I need something from you.” He spoke and she furrowed her brows as she waited for him to continue.

“I need you to be honest, I need you to tell me what it’s been like to be you. I don’t want you to spare my feelings, I want you to let it all out. I’m listening now, darling, I need to know what this has done to you, how I can make it right.” He said and she nodded slightly before sitting up in bed properly, her back against the head board as she carefully played with her wedding ring. Tom sat carefully on the edge of the bed, he needed to hear what she was about to say.

“Tom, you’ve just not been here.” She started with her biggest problem. “Even when you are in the house it’s like you just expect me to do everything. You expect your clothes to be washed, dried and ironed, you expect your dinner on the table and I never used to mind. You would always say thank you but recently you haven’t and it made me wonder whether or not you just expect it of me, that it’s my job.” She started and Tom kept quiet, he wanted her to continue.

“Tom, you used to be so attentive.” She said as she reached over and took his hand in her own. “You always used to be here, know when I needed help without having to ask. I don’t mind doing all of those things for you, I really don’t but when you don’t get a thanks it feels a little like you’re being used.” She continued and his heart shattered, he would never intentionally use her, he loved her, loved his family.

“That brings me onto the kids, Tom they need so much attention. They want me to split myself in two half of the time and I can’t, it’s impossible. They both need so much from me and given Ava teething I don’t even get a full night’s sleep. I am constantly trying to run off energy that I just don’t have. It wasn’t so bad when Noah was a baby, we took shifts, you helped. Recently though Tom, it’s been me that gets up and tends to her, me that sacrifices sleep.”

“I know that might sound selfish but when you have a partner, a husband who’s supposed to help with all that it gets tiresome. I found myself getting so angry with you, I wanted to be you, I wanted to bury my head in paperwork and think of nothing else. There were days when I honestly wanted nothing to do with you, I didn’t want to be around you because everything little thing you did angered me.”

“I’ve been so tired, my mind is never where it should be. I’m always doing stupid things because I’m so tired. I never feel like I get anything back from you. I’m too tired to have an evening to myself when they have gone to sleep, I just want to sleep myself. I’m always running around after them, something you barely do anymore, sure you play with them but when was the last time you had to deal with one of Noah’s meltdowns?”

“I get that you have a lot on, I get that two projects keep you busy and if we didn’t have kids it wouldn’t affect me as much but we do and it does. I need you to be there for me Tom, I can’t keep doing this alone, I can’t.” She ended her rant and Tom felt awful, he was so angry with himself, she didn’t even sound angry anymore. She sounded like she’d accepted it and she was just tired with the situation, somehow he wishes she was screaming at him right now.

“I’m sorry princess. There are no words, no excuses for what I’ve done. I’m sorry I made you feel like that, it was never my intention. You mean the world to me, you and the kids. Things are gonna change, I promise.” Tom said, he knew now that actions spoke louder than words, it wasn’t what she wanted him to say it was what she wanted him to do.

“On top of all of that Tom, I can’t remember the last time we did anything as a couple. Most of the time I’m asleep when you get to bed, I can’t remember the last time we touched each other, it’s just draining. It all adds up.”

“I know darling. I promise things are gonna change. Why don’t you pick a film and I’ll be back in a minute?” He said and she nodded as she flicked the TV on and got herself comfortable in bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a day in bed. Tom returned almost ten minutes later and she wondered where he had gotten to.

“Where did you end up?” She asked as he made his way into the bedroom, two bottles of water in hand.

“Well, I grabbed these, I made sure Ava was still okay and the baby monitor is working properly and I had to send a couple of emails.” He admitted and her heart dropped, after everything she’d just said? He took in her expression as he placed the water down and jumped into bed with her. “Not like that darling, I’ve passed one of my projects onto Harrison and Harry, they’re gonna finish it up.” He said and she relaxed. “I promised things will change and they will.”

**

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran to his father, who was there at the school gate to pick him up, Y/N right there next to him. It had been a while since they both picked him up. Ava was a little more settled today which made things a little easier.

“How was school?” Tom asked enthusiastically and then almost cried when he realised how long it had been since he asked that question.

“Amazing!” Noah gushed as he looked at his mother. “Mummy, you look so pretty.” He spoke and she laughed.

“She always looks pretty.” Tom defended her and Noah nodded.

“Yeah, but she looks extra pretty today.” Noah said. It had been a while since she was able to put effort into her appearance and she felt better for doing it. Even if it was only a nicely picked out outfit and tamed hair. “Can we go for ice cream?”

“You my boy have an obsession.” Tom laughed as he poked his son playfully. “But yeah, I think that’ll be a good idea.” Tom said as he looked to his wife who nodded in response. She didn’t miss the looks of jealousy thrown her way when they saw her with Tom.

“So what did you do this afternoon?” Noah asked his parents as he was being strapped into the back of the car.

“We watched a film.” Tom stated, it was an absolute lie, they’d gotten half an hour into the film before Tom had his head between his wife’s legs. It had been a while since they’d done anything like that and when they both realised that fact. When they both realised how long it had truly been since they’d done anything, they spent most of the afternoon catching up with each other’s bodies. In between tending to their baby of course, they both felt energized after their endeavors between the sheets.

“Was it good?”

“Absolutely amazing.” Y/N answered as Tom slipped into the driver’s seat, she took his hand in hers as she held it in her lap.

“Can we watch another film when we get home?” Noah asked excitedly.

“Sure, how about we go and spend the afternoon doing something fun and then we can go out for tea, go home and watch a film?” Tom suggested and Noah fist bumped the air.

“Yes! Does this mean you two aren’t going to be boring now?” Noah asked and Y/N and Tom found themselves laughing.

“Yes, this means we aren’t going to be boring anymore.”

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Hongjoong:

- Would take his son to the company building and to his studio - His son would always be present backstage to his concerts and other gigs because he wants to let his son know that despite his heavy schedule, he loves him and is always thinking of him - The staffs would know his son - adoring and playing with him becaue he always brings him when he has the chance - Joong would happily take charge of how his son dresses, making sure he looks presentable to everyone - While Joong is rehearsing, his son would sit at the very front - And since I said the staffs adore his son so much, they would not hesitate to give him pocket money - Even the CEO who find his son so loveable wouldn't hesitate to pull out money from his wallet and hand it to his son - Obviously Joong would get flustered and return it but the CEO would insist and say something like "go buy him some ice cream"

Seonghwa:

- Like father like daughter, his daughter would be all about manners and being tidy - When the staffs brought food for the boys inside their dressing room, his daughter immediately pulled out coasters and placed them underneath their food incase they make a spill - The boys and the staffs would be warmed by the his daughter's thoughts and Seonghwa would be so proud - Seonghwa's daughter would think his company building is a one big playground that Seonghwa always has to run after her - "Aren't you having too much fun?" Seonghwa says, panting after he finally caught her - Wooyoung and San would always come over to his place and play with his daughter - Seonghwa's eye would twitch when he learns that his daughter's favorite uncle is Wooyoung

Yunho:

- Yunho brought his son for the first time to their company building - It was also the day he would record for their next comeback song - His son would get confused but wave his little hand with the people around the studio - Hongjoong would bring his son up to sit his lap and let him watch his dad sing - "Press this button and say 'one more time'" Hongjoong would tell him, pressing the little red button - His son's little pointing finger would press the button and say "one more time" just like what Hongjoong said - Yunho firmly believes that bringing his son to his workplace is the best because then would his son know how his dad is enjoying his job

Yeosang:

- While his wife is away with her members in a private resort, Yeosang brought his daughter with him on the first day of their two day concert in Seoul - Before rehearsals, Yeosang would carry his bundle of joy in his arms and every staff they bump into would stop in their tracks and would be in awe at the sight of his daughter - The staffs asking for a high five, fist bump or a kiss in the cheek to his daughter - When bringing her to their dressing room, her seven uncles would happily gather around her - Just like the staffs, they would ask for a high five or a kiss in the cheek - Wooyoung would be a little extra and would take pictures with her - While rehearsing, his daughter would sit in front, eating a lollipop and hugging a plushie that San gave to her - "Appa sing well!" His daughter would shout - Yeosang would have a smile on his face and wave at his daughter happily

San:

- San's son is a shy but lovable boy - Whenever San would introduce his son to the staffs of their company building, he would immediately turn around and hide on San's shoulders - While they are in the practice room, he would sit his son on the couch while he and boys practice their new choreography - While San's looking away, his boy would wiggle out of the couch to stand on his feet, stand on his tip toes to grab a bottled water prepared by the staff - Their manager would notice this and help his son reach the bottled water by handing it to him - Flustered, his son would mumble "thank you", bow, then hurriedly walk away - The boy's manager would be bursting in uwu's as he watches him run away after getting what he needed - "Appa I got you water!" San would turn around smile as his son would hold up it for me - Wiping the sweat with a clean tower, San would sit down on the floor, say thank you to his son and hug him before taking the water bottle

Mingi:

- Mingi brought his son to their group's first day concert - His son is just as hyper and active as him - While in backstage, his son would run to everyone and wish them well during the concert - A three year old wishing everyone a goodluck? Yep that's Mingi's boy - A few celebrities came to the concert but also decided to stop by backstage - So when they saw a cute little boy running around, they chased after him - When the concert starts, the staffs would prevent his son from running up the ramp and walking into his dad's performance - "My dad is performing?" His boy would ask, the flashes of bright light lit up across his face - The concert staffs would take care of his son for him - And when the concert ends, Mingi would be shocked to return to his son whose hands are filled with lollipops and pockets filled with candies

Wooyoung:

- "I'm the one going to be filmed later but why are you the one getting ready?" Wooyoung chuckles as he watches stylist noona comb his daughter's hair and tie her hair up prettily - The stylist tied her hair into four space buns and the rest of her hair flowing down her back - "What do you say to stylist noona?" Wooyooung would say to his daughter - Watching her turn around, she'd bow to her dad's stylist "thank you!" - Noona staffs would be giggling at how cute she is - While filming for their music video, his daughter would be sitting, eating pudding and watching her dad - But his daughter would start getting tired from sitting and place her legs up on her seat - "y/d/n, please sit properly" Wooyoung would tell her, immediately his daughter would place her legs down and fix her dress again

Jongho:

- While Jongho was busy filming for a korean drama, the boys would visit the set and would be in for a surprise as his son would be on the site as well - While the camera men took good shots of Jongho, the boys would take his son out to the convenient store and buy ice cream - Even though it was dark, Wooyoung would hold his hand while San and Mingi hold plushies in their hands - The plushies are there to protect them okay - When they returned back on set, they bought more than ice creams - Good timing because Jongho finished his scene and is already resting - While on break eating ice cream, Jongho would ask his son who are the members of his group - "Appa, stone uncle, plushy uncle, naughty uncle, rainbow uncle, pretty uncle.....and, and, nice uncle and dog uncle"