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adjustments + acceptance

Sol gets a new friend. Mapi... adjusts. pretty much entirely fluff. brief descriptions of a panic attack.

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“Amor, are you sure about this?” Mapi asked, for probably the 10th time that morning. Ingrid just chuckled, looking sympathetically across the kitchen table at her girlfriend who had her black cat cradled close to her chest.

“María, you agreed already.” Ingrid implored, taking a sip of coffee to hide her smile at the older woman’s pouting.

Mapi let out a heavy sigh, pressing a gentle kiss onto the cat’s forehead. “I don’t want a dog.”

“I know, but Sol does. She wants one so badly she asked me if she could get one. You know what that means as well as I do, María.”

Mapi threw her head back and groaned. “You’re very lucky I love your sister.”

“I am very lucky.” Ingrid said, sending her girlfriend a soft, loving smile that the other woman instantly returned. Though after a second, she shook her head like she was pulling herself from a trance.

“You Engens. You make a face and I give you whatever you want.” She said grumpily. “It is not fair.”

“Maybe you should grow a spine then, María,” Ingrid laughed.

“You wouldn’t like it if I did,” Mapi teased, though she flushed red when Ingrid raised one eyebrow at her.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She said matter of factly, and she was completely correct. Mapi wouldn’t dare. “Alright, I’ll go get her. Remember, María, this is a surprise. Don’t be weird, and don’t tell her where we’re going.”

“I know how to act normal, and I know how to keep a surprise a secret.” Mapi scowled.

“You tried to throw me a surprise party last year and you were so weird, I thought you were breaking up with me.” Ingrid replied over her shoulder, leaving Mapi to sit and think with that one.

The Spaniard couldn’t deny that Ingrid had a point. Mapi took a deep breath, putting on a smile that she hoped was normal, that certainly wasn’t, and waited for you to descend the stairs, soaking up her last few minutes with Bagheera as an only child.

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Ingrid wouldn’t lie and claim she didn’t want a dog either. She absolutely did, and when you very timidly asked if it would ever be a possibility for you to get one, Ingrid had seized her chance. If Mapi had a soft spot for her, it was nothing compared to how she was with you. Ingrid wasn’t quite sure that her girlfriend had ever said no to you.

You were confused as to where you were going, until Mapi pulled into a parking spot in front of a shelter, and you got out of the car faster than either of them thought was possible. Your excitement and hope was infectious as you waited impatiently for your sister and her girlfriend to get out of the car, too.

“Are you guys being for real? You’re getting a dog?” You asked, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. Mapi shook her head with a wry grin.

“No, you’re getting a dog. I will play no part in the ruin of Bagheera’s life.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes at her girlfriend, pulling open the door to the building and gesturing you inside.

As Ingrid followed you into the shelter, watching the growing grin on your face, she couldn’t hide her own smile. At your excitement, obviously, but also that she was finally getting her way. As she normally did.

Her and Mapi had done some recon, and had a couple dogs in mind that the shelter said were friendly and easy going. They greeted the shelter workers, who had been expecting them, and began to lead you back to one of the first dogs they had chosen.

You didn’t even make it to the first option they’d selected. Instead, you stopped in your tracks at the third cage. Inside was a black and white border collie, a dog that initially Ingrid had considered. Though border collies were a lot of work, they were energetic and active. This one was a bit smaller than a normal one was, so Ingrid wasn’t worried about the size. As she had talked with the workers, though, she learned that he wasn’t very friendly, and he hadn’t shown any interest in anyone that had attempted to get to know him.

He’d been found abandoned on the side of the road, just outside the city. There were no signs of abuse, but he was, at their estimate, between 3 and 5 years old, so it hadn’t been an unwanted puppy. He had a collar on, which said his name, but the address and phone number had been scratched off. This, along with the place he was left suggested that he had been… just that. Left. This traumatizing event had clearly left a mark on the little guy, and he was now exceptionally distrustful of every human that interacted with him.

Over the course of the preliminary visit Ingrid had made to the shelter, she hadn’t seen him move from his spot wedged in the back of the cage, his deep brown eyes sullenly and apprehensively watching anyone who walked by.

So, Ingrid had ruled that dog out, knowing you would want a dog that would be up for doing activities with you.

Now, though, he was looking at you intently, his ears perked up on his head.

“Hi, buddy,” you whispered, crouching down in front of the cage. He didn’t retreat further into himself, like he had done when Ingrid had watched the workers interact with him. He didn’t get up either, but he did scoot himself just a bit closer to you. Ingrid and Mapi stopped, exchanging looks, before they turned to the worker.

“That’s Scout. He is very shy, and isn’t very receptive to anyone.” She explained, looking at you with pity, knowing the look on your face was one that meant you were already attached to him.

“Can I meet him?” You asked, not looking away from the dog.

Mapi opened her mouth to get you to move on but Ingrid nudged her, shaking her head. There was something about the way the dog was looking at you. Almost hopefully.

“Of course, but he probably won’t let you near him. He’s like that with everyone, so don’t be offended.” The worker explained.

You moved out of her way as she opened the door, before you carefully stepped in, taking a seat just inside the door against the wall. You regarded Scout carefully, watching as he sniffed the air in between the two of you with interest.

“Hi Scout.” You said, holding your hand out for him to sniff.

Mapi and the worker expected the dog to recoil, curl back up into a little ball in the corner of the room as far away from you as he could get. Ingrid wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t what occurred.

Slowly, Scout got to his feet, stretching carefully before he padded softly forward, still very tentative, and sniffed your hand.

All three of the adults outside the cage watched, astounded, as Scout gave your hand a lick. They all jumped, startled, when he bounded forward and launched himself at you. All three women flinched, expecting the worst from him. Instead of a surprise attack, though, he planted his paws firmly on your legs, and began eagerly licking at your face. His tail began to wag, and he looked like a completely different dog as you began to run your fingers through his fur.

You were laughing, trying to get him to leave your face alone, and the sound seemed to only make him happier, only make him more eager.

“Scout, no,” you laughed, pushing his head away gently.

The other workers had come over to watch, and they were in complete awe when Scout stopped licking your face, and plopped down on the ground next to you, resting his head in your lap. Scout was famous at the shelter for not listening. He knew his name, clearly, but the dog didn’t follow any instructions. Ever. They thought he hadn’t been trained, but it appeared he just had been waiting for the right person to tell him what to do.

You continued to pet his head, smiling down at him as he let out a very contented sigh, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. Everyone in the building knew very well that there was nothing to be done, now. Scout had chosen you. And you’d chosen him.

When you looked up at Ingrid and Mapi, the biggest smile on your face that they’d seen in a long time, neither of them could have even thought about saying no.

You left the shelter that day with a very sweet new friend. He was perfect for you, truly. His breed was known to be energetic which was good for all the activities you liked to do. He was loyal, smart, and almost painfully adorable. You loved him instantly. And as Ingrid watched you both through the rearview mirror on the way home, she knew you’d made the right choice. There was something in his eyes that made our sister sure that he’d take care of you. Call her crazy, but dogs were weird like that, and she couldn’t help but think that this little guy had ended up in a shelter so he could someday be yours.

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Scout was attached at the hip to you, having decided that you were safe, and though he slowly got used to Ingrid and Mapi, you were his person.

And while Mapi understood that you loved him and he loved you, she wasn’t sure she could quite get over the change he brought to the house. He was slightly clumsy, always bumping into things and tripping her. He slept with his mouth open, and made little sounds as he snoozed, which bothered Mapi to no end. It grossed her out that he slept on your bed, and that he always tried to lick her legs when she came back from a run.

Mapi wasn’t a dog person. She tolerated Scout, but she didn’t think she’d ever enjoy him, or be thankful for him.

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Her biggest fear going into the whole dog thing, though, was that Bagheera would be upset. What actually happened was almost… worse, in Mapi’s opinion.

The damn cat refused to hate the dog. No hisses. No well placed smacks to the nose with her paw. The first few days, Bagheera ignored him completely, though he was very intrigued by her. He wanted to be best friends, and she would have preferred to pretend he didn’t exist.

After they spent more time together, though, it appeared that Bagheera warmed up to the clumsy dog, much to Mapi’s disdain.

You and Ingrid caught her giving Bagheera a stern talking to one morning, after finding her curled up on the couch next to Scout.

“You are not supposed to like dogs, Bagheera. It is against the rules. And you’re leaving me all alone here. I cannot be the only one that hates the stupid dog. He’s too big and too furry and too messy.” She ranted, scooping some food into Bagheera’s bowl. You and Ingrid tried to withhold your laughter from where you were standing in the hall just outside the kitchen, but were unsuccessful.

A small giggle escaped you, and it was such an absurd sound that you and Ingrid burst even further into laughter, stumbling into the kitchen and right into the path of one very embarrassed, and very annoyed, Spaniard. She glared at you both, only sending you both into another fit of laughter, until you drew the attention of Scout, who clambered into the kitchen, wagging his tail like he always did when you laughed.

“Oh perfect, now he’s going to make fun of me too.” Mapi scowled, crossing her arms over her chest in a very pouty manner.

“We’re not making fun of you, María, I promise,” Ingrid began, avoiding eye contact with you so as not to laugh again.

“You’re not?” Mapi asked, the crease in her forehead relaxing just slightly.

And at the same time as Ingrid went to respond, Scout decided to use his voice as well.

“No!” Ingrid said.

“RUFF” Scout barked, his tail now wagging furiously as you collapsed to the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

Ingrid tried to keep it together, really, but the prolonged eye contact with her furious partner proved to be too much, and she covered her face with her hand, body shaking silently.

“I hate you all.” Mapi said grumpily, picking up Bagheera, who gave a disgruntled meow, and jumped right out of her arms. The cat walked slowly over to her new friend, standing right next to him, as if to make a point. “Traitor.” Mapi called, before storming out of the room.

She shook her head at the loud laughter now erupting from the kitchen, and the occasional barks that joined it. She did wonder, though. Bagheera was a good judge of character. If she liked… him. He couldn’t be that bad, could he?

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Ingrid was annoyed that Frido wanted to have a sleepover with you and not her. Mapi was annoyed because Ingrid was annoyed, and Scout was furious that you’d left him behind. He laid by the door for a solid hour, seemingly flabbergasted that you’d left with an overnight bag… and without him. Didn’t you know that he was supposed to be the light of your life?

Eventually, though, he got tired of the doormat, and sulked into the family room where Ingrid and Mapi were watching a movie. He walked past Mapi, barely giving her a second look, before he jumped up on the couch without being invited, settling his head on Ingrid’s leg and sighing dramatically. Ingrid didn’t even flinch, just began to slowly stroke through the soft fur on the top of his head.

“Ahem.” Mapi said, clearing her throat rather obviously.

“Yes?” Ingrid asked, giving her girlfriend an amused look.

“Dog. Dog on the couch.” Mapi said, looking exasperatedly at her girlfriend.“Without being invited. Ingrid, we have rules, the dog is not supposed to come on the couch unless he’s invited and I did not invite him.” Mapi whined, growing more annoyed when Ingrid just smirked at her.

“He’s always invited when I’m up here, right Scout?” Ingrid cooed, smiling down at the dog when he began to wag his tail.

Mapi rolled her eyes, but dropped the issue. She did scoot over, though, right up next to Ingrid, resting her head on the Norwegian’s shoulder, in an almost territorial fashion. Ingrid noticed, and smirked, but chose not to say anything.

That one instance aside, there weren’t really any issues until it was time for bed, and Ingrid and Mapi were already under the covers, finishing the last steps of their nighttime routine. They had left your bedroom door open, expecting that Scout would sleep in there, as he normally did.

He walked right in through their bedroom door, though, over to Ingrid’s side of the bed. He looked at her, then, his big brown eyes looking hopefully up at her.

“No. Ingrid, no.” Mapi said, seeing very clearly what Scout wanted.

“Mapi, he’s just a baby,” Ingrid said, unable to say no to the very adorable face staring at her.

“He’s not a baby! He’s at least 3! That is 21 in dog years. A 21 year old does not need to sleep in our- INGRID NO.”

Ingrid had very slyly patted the bed, inviting Scout up, though she made sure he laid at the very edge of the bed.

“Make him get off.” Mapi whined, glaring at her girlfriend.

“Oh, he’s fine, María, he’ll stay right there, won’t you, buddy?” Once Ingrid used the baby voice on him, Mapi knew there was no changing her mind. She sighed deeply, laying down and begrudgingly opening her arms for Ingrid to snuggle into, ignoring the grin on her partner’s face.

“Goodnight, María, I love you,” Ingrid whispered into Mapi’s neck.

“Love you too.” Mapi replied grumpily, causing a small laugh to fall from her girlfriend's lips.

Scout remained at the edge of the bed for maybe 10 minutes before he moved a little closer to the women.

10 minutes later, a little bit closer.

When Ingrid and Mapi drifted off, he’d migrated up the bed, until his head was resting on one of Ingrid’s legs, and he had a paw on one of Mapi’s.

And when Ingrid woke up the next morning? It was to discover a wide awake Mapi staring at her, and a very sleepy Scout still passed out.

“Did you sleep well?” Ingrid tried, fighting back a smile.

“Don’t even try. We are burning these sheets.” Mapi said, shifting just slightly in an attempt to dislodge the dog that was tucked perfectly under the covers up against her, his head resting on her pillow. It looked like they were cuddling, and Ingrid wished more than anything in the world that you were here to see it. “He is never allowed up here again.”

“He’s sweet, María, really,”

“Never. Again.” Mapi said, her eyebrows furrowed adorably.

Ingrid knew that probably wouldn’t last, if the way Mapi was subconsciously petting the dog’s head was any indication, so she let it go for now, knowing it would just be a matter of time before Scout had Mapi wrapped around his finger.

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And really, if there was a way to Mapi’s heart, it was through the two Norwegians in her life, that she loved very deeply. She tolerated Scout because he took care of her sol, and she’d come to love him, too, for the same reason.

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You’d been doing so much better the past month or so. Knowing that you were here to stay had done wonders for your mental health, the threat of going back to Norway no longer hanging over your head. That didn’t mean that everything was perfect, though.

You still had doubts, still sent yourself spiraling sometimes when you thought too much. Particularly about your mom.

It was her birthday. Ingrid had assured you that you didn’t need to say anything to her, not if you didn’t want to. That had felt okay for most of the day. It was when you were left to your own devices, though, that you began to overthink, and began to doubt.

She’d missed your birthday and she hadn’t cared. You pictured her face, though, everytime you closed your eyes. Not her face, but her face. Nice Mom’s face. The mom that loved you, the mom that cut the crusts off your sandwiches, and held your hand when you crossed the street. Maybe this mom had never really existed, maybe she had just been… doing the bare minimum. Still, though, you’d spent many years thinking that she’d loved you. And you spent many more years wondering how you could get Nice Mom back.

It was Nice Mom you thought about that evening, while Ingrid and Mapi were off at a match. You’d stayed back, having an endless amount of homework to complete. This proved to be a mistake, and you knew that the minute you began to breathe a little too hard. The minute the thoughts started returning, the ones that told you that if your mother didn’t love you, no one would. The ones that told you that you were unwanted. Unlovable. Too much trouble. Not worth it. Bad. Bad bad bad.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Scout was licking the tears off your face, and you didn't notice you were shaking until you began to pet him and your hands trembled against his fur.

It still felt unnatural to ask for help, to not just deal with it yourself. But in the time that you’d been accepting comfort and love from Ingrid and Mapi, it seemed that you no longer could deal with it yourself. You needed them, all of a sudden, which was a thought terrifying in and of itself. Still, you pressed the call button before you could think too hard, hoping more than anything that the match was over, and that your sister would answer.

“Hi Solstråle! We’re on our way home. What’s up?”

“How far are you?” You mumbled, shutting your eyes tightly and gripping onto the duvet cover under you.

“About 10. Is everything okay?” Ingrid asked, a touch of concern entering her voice. It was dumb, but she’d scored a goal today, which wasn’t a regular event, and the fact that you hadn’t commented on it when you were the first to celebrate her goals was slightly worrying.

“No. I- I can’t-. No, please hurry.” You told her, biting your lip as it trembled, wishing you could just be strong enough for yourself for once.

“Oh, honey.” Ingrid said sympathetically.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can, mi sol, I promise.” Mapi said, hitting the accelerator until she was definitely speeding. “How bad is this one?”

“Bad. Can’t breathe.” You whimpered, digging your nails into your leg in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“We’re right here, solstråle, you’re okay, I promise.” Ingrid said, desperate to help in any way she could.

Now, all that could be heard over the speaker was your rapid breathing, and both girls knew you were past the point of being able to respond. They took turns talking to you, with no confidence that it would help. When you got like this, you needed physical contact to bring you out of it, a fact they were well aware of.

What they didn’t know, though, was that Scout had taken matters into his own…paws, apparently unimpressed with your grounding technique. Or, maybe he could just sense your distress, and did the only thing his rather small brain could think of. First, he put his head on your leg, a regular position for him to lay, and you barely noticed it. Then, though, he put a paw up as well. It wasn’t until he had both paws resting on your leg, licking your skin every so often, that you opened your eyes and looked down at him. He looked completely relaxed, and in a truly miserable shot in the dark, you began to run your fingers through his fur.

It was soothing, the soft fur and the steady beat of his heart under you. Amazingly, you could feel yourself trying to slow down your breathing, feeling yourself calming down just slightly. Enough that you could try the techniques you’d learned in therapy, and enough that you registered when the front door opened downstairs.

Help had arrived, but you weren’t quite sure you needed it anymore.

Ingrid and Mapi rushed up the stairs, expecting you to be in a state they’d only seen a couple times, but hated nonetheless. Instead, they were greeted with the sight of you on your bed, Scout sprawled across your lap, though he was much too big for it, a much calmer look on your face than made sense.

You gave them a weak smile, looking down at Scout, who, in turn, looked at them. He was just a dog, but his eyes were expressive, and Ingrid could swear he was judging them for leaving you home alone on such a day. Ingrid knew, almost instantly, how you’d managed to calm down without them.

Mapi evidently came to the same conclusion, because when her and Ingrid took their spots on either side of you, pressing kisses onto your forehead, and wrapping you up in a tight hug, Mapi focused first on Scout.

“Buen chico, Scout” she murmured, smoothing the fur on the top of his head. You and Ingrid exchanged smiles, while Mapi focused on the soft fur under her hand, and the protective way in which Scout laid across your legs. She decided, then, that maybe he wasn’t so bad. She could do more than tolerate him, if he was this effective. And tomorrow, she decided, you were going to the pet store and picking out a new toy for him. And maybe a couple treats.

Anything for her sol, and apparently, anything for your Scout.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 8 months

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CH10. Cheque, Please! | The Menu [2.2K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

ONE YEAR LATER

The diner was packed.

Tables were full, the large room a buzz of chatter and music, the speakers playing an old sixties bop. It was a familiar sight, one that happened more often than not since Jim sold the diner. The new owner ripped the place apart, down to its old bones before he put his life savings into it.

New floors, new tables and chairs, artwork on the walls that were signed by Argyle, a photo of the whole staff taken and framed by Jonathan, Jim Hopper at the forefront, a wide smile on his face on the last day before his retirement. The bulbs in the neon sign outside had been replaced so it no longer flickered, the green and blue glow of it now announcing the diner’s new name, proud and bright for everyone to see.

Eddie’s Slice Of Chicago.

“Door! Behind!” You yelled out as you entered the kitchen empty plates piled high in your arms and Jonathan took them from you with practised ease.

Steve was on the grill, still hesitant and not as fast as Argyle, but he was flipping burgers quicker than he had last week. His chef whites were brand new, his name badge shiny and his front of house position taken over by Nancy. Everyone was in new uniforms, freshly pressed and a sage green, aprons still without stains and a pocketful of pens that didn’t run out of ink too quickly. Robin was taking orders, laughing with a family from out of town, letting their toddler grab at her finger as she promised them to return soon with their pizzas and shakes. Dustin was helping Max run a large order to a table of backpackers, a border collie under the table at their feet, getting its ears scratched by the new start, Mike.

There was a sign on the staff notice board, up beside the employee of the month, a piece of ripped paper with the words “SIXTY FOUR DAYS SINCE THE LAST FREEZER BREAKDOWN.” The rest of the space was filled with staff photos, polaroids and prints of the group at a fourth of July picnic, a barbecue at Jim’s in the summer, huddled around the kitchens countertops in the winter, drinking from mugs filled with Argyle’s homemade horchata, the frame that held Billy’s scrawled termination letter, an old napkin that held a small conversation in pen.

It felt more like home than ever. Even when Eddie wasn’t there.

Everyone answered to you in his absence, unofficially in charge when the boss wasn’t here. It had taken some getting used to, hell, you’d even tried to pawn off the responsibility to Nancy, or Steve, anyone who’d been at the grill longer than you had. But Nancy was part time, back at college during the week, taking Robin on dates in the evenings and Steve was too busy being trained as a new prep chef to worry about invoices and deliveries.

So you stepped into the role cautiously, softening to the idea when Eddie kissed you something fierce and told you that there wasn’t anyone else he trusted to do the job. His acceptance letter had come the month after taking over the diner. A thick, white envelope that lay heavy on your doormat because he’d finally moved in, sharing your small apartment with you like he did everything else.

Clothes. Jewellery. Books. Records. Food. Kisses.

Vincennes University offered Eddie the chance to do what he hadn’t been able to before. Refining his craft, learning new skills, working in a state of the art kitchen with equipment he’d come home and gush to you about. The diner was doing well enough that tuition wasn’t a worry anymore and suddenly, the long commute into Indianapolis for classes four days a week seemed worth it. Eddie was passing with flying colours, receiving accolades and opportunities at every given moment and when he came home, exhausted but happy, he came home to you.

Bone tired, he’d slip into the apartment, socked feet padding gently over the floorboards, Tupperware full of something delicious to be stacked in the fridge. He’d find you curled up somewhere, a black cat called Basil in the nook of your bent legs. He’d kiss you sweet, he’d kiss you soft, warming you up to a simmer until you forgot how much you’d missed him that day.

It was all worth it.

“Table eighteen wants extra hash browns and booth six needs two pepperoni’s and the Hawkins special, chefs,” you called to Steve as you slapped the orders onto the bar.

“Got it,” Steve and Argyle called back, one a little more nervously than the other but it was okay, ‘cause Eddie was home soon.

Eddie was home soon.

He’d called from a pay phone outside of the school, voice buzzing with excitement, with pride, and yours mirrored his back. He’d be on the train soon, he’d meet you at the apartment, if you could get away early. So you handed your keys to Nancy and she grinned, knowing there was a cause for celebration waiting at home for you. You drove Eddie’s van back along the road, coming into town on the familiar stretch, passing Wayne’s, the trailer park you both visited every Sunday for dinner.

The apartment door was unlocked, dimly lit in the early fall gloom, already smelling like garlic and tomatoes, like fresh bread and the scent of Eddie cologne that lingered on his jacket that hung in the hallway. Eddie’s records were in the shelves by your books, his guitar hanging from a hook in the tiny office room, his shoes on the bench by the door. He’d transformed your kitchen when he’d moved in, a decision that had been all too easy to make. There were pots and pans hanging from the rack, shiny, sharp knives that he was scared of you using without him there, jars and tubs of ingredients stacked high in the fridge and the pantry. There were fresh herbs in planters on the window sill. The radio always played.

The kitchen always felt like the heart of the home.

That’s where you found Eddie, sweater sleeves rolled up and grinning at you from the stove top, a large spoon in hand as he mixed in some fresh rosemary to the pot of sauce. He greeted you with a glass of wine, the cheap stuff that you liked best, catching you in a kiss before you could bring the cup to your lips.

He kissed you soft, kissed you sweet, humming when you laughed into his mouth, his free hand slipping inside of your shirt to ghost his fingers over your ribs.

“Hi,” you whispered. You’d never tire of this. This warmth, this kind of greeting, this feeling of coming home. “Good day?”

Eddie nodded, stealing another kiss, catching the corner of your mouth. He gazed at you, eyes shining with excitement and you could practically feel the buzz in his bones for what he was about to say.

“I got it.”

You blinked, once, before your smile turned into a grin and it stretched wide. You barely had the common sense to place your wine on the countertop before you launched yourself at the boy, your arms wound round his neck as your crushed your face into his curls. Eddie whooped, a joyful thing as he lifted you off your feet and grinned against your throat.

“You got it,” you whispered back to him, everything in you frilled with awe and pride.

“I got it,” he repeated again. His voice sounded thick.

The internship with Chef Emmelie was something that everyone in Eddie’s class was vying for. Eddie had spent an insane amount of time on his application, using you as his own personal taste tester in both work and home. New recipes were concocted, old dishes were reworked and it had all paid off. Eddie had been hand picked to work alongside one of the country’s greats, assisting in setting up a new restaurant, a fine dining establishment that promised to deliver nothing but the best cuisine to the masses. Eddie would help create the menu, and hopefully, maybe, eventually, take over as head chef.

It was another level of surreal.

“I knew you would,” you mumbled into his neck, pulling back only to crush Eddie’s cheeks in the palms of your hands and give him a kiss that ducked his breath away. His lips tasted salty, but perhaps that was your own tears you could taste. Eddie just held onto you tighter, his stew mix bubbling away without any attention. “Where is it? Have they told you where you’re setting up?”

You’d held Eddie’s hand as he clutched his application letter and promised him that no matter where they sent him, you’d follow. The only thing that tied you to Hawkins, was the boy and Basil was easy enough to smuggle into a cat carrier, once you could catch him. Wayne had squashed any hesitancy from Eddie immediately, waving him off and saying that there would be private jets for each of you once he hit the big time as the new celebrity chef. And of course, there was the diner.

Eddie laughed then, a breathy, disbelieving thing and he finally shuffled to settle you onto the small dining table that sat in the corner of the kitchen. He nudged his way in between your legs, sniffling when Basil appeared to wind around his own ankles and the only sounds were the purring of the cat and the simmering of dinner. You held your breath, brows raised, expectant.��

London? Dubai? Paris? Los Angeles?

“They wanna set up in Chicago.”

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Going back to the city you left was a lot less daunting with Eddie by your side.

Wayne moved out of the trailer park and into your apartment, something that made leaving a little easier for Eddie. He still owned the diner, and promised to stop by at least a few times a month if scheduling around the new restaurant would allow. He’d found a new manager, a woman from town called Joyce who loved to bake and knew enough about taxes and accounting that she didn’t fuck up order and invoices. She loved the place like Eddie did, promised she’d do it proud.

(She met Jim on Sunday in summer and after she served him her famous cherry cheesecake, one date in the park had turned into three, into five and now they were inseparable. They spent most of their time walking around town, visiting farmers and Jim enjoyed his retirement by helping Joyce create new desserts for the diner.)

Eddie’s internship came with an apartment in the suburbs, a small townhouse that was far enough from the hustle of the city that you felt more at home than before. It was less bright, less loud and Basil had a garden to roam in, a bench beside a vegetable patch he could bathe in the sun from.

It had a pantry and old oak floors, a huge window that looked out onto the street that was lined with cherry trees, and a nook in the living room that you liked to read in. You found a job, pretty easily, a vintage bookstore on the edge of town that smelled like coffee and cinnamon, old pages and older stories. It was owned by an old man who let his dog sleep under the front desk, who brought in pastries for breakfast and made you sweet tea in the summer.

The restaurant opened in the spring. Hit headlines the following day, praising the special on the menu made by newcomer chef, Edward Munson. By the summer, the heat was climbing and so was Eddie’s popularity. He was running the restaurant, got to create a new menu every six weeks and the waitlist was booked out until Christmas. He told you he loved you every time you paid him a visit, on your lunch break, a whisper between a kiss hello and goodbye in the kitchen, coy whistles from his staff that he burned pink at.

And when you both drove back to Hawkins for long weekends and holiday stays, you crammed yourselves and Basil into your old apartment with Wayne, packed his freezer full of food and tried to convince him to take in one (maybe two) of the strays from the trailer park to keep him company.

You spent the Fourth of July with the diner crew, in the backyard of Jim and Joyce’s new home, sharing Polaroids and newspaper clippings of the restaurant, of your new home, Eddie’s menu. Steve was in awe but nothing could beat the look of pride on your boyfriend’s face when Steve told him he’d mastered a French omelette. Argyle was running the kitchen, Nancy had been promoted to assistant manager, part time or not, and Robin had helped Jonathan in running a Sunday morning coffee club, where Hawkins residents got to taste test new bean flavours over a pastry breakfast and some town gossip.

Eddie didn’t scowl much, not anymore.

And when you next bumped into Chrissy, you waved at her from under the tuck of Eddie’s arm, diamond ring glinting on your left hand in the sun. She didn’t have much to say to you, not after that.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff

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desiderio-dixon · 3 months

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Busy

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Genre : fluff!!!!

Warnings : pregnancy, pet pregnancy, mention of dog being malnourished/neglected (surviving on their own for an undisclosed amount of time), established relationship, lmk if I missed anything!

Word count : 700ish

Summary : Life gets a whole lot busier with a newborn and a litter of puppies.

A/N : I may build on this little universe more in the future but I just had to get the initial idea down!

The day you found Dixie, you were already six months along. Waddling through the forest, trying to track down a wild horse some of the kids had seen. Instead, you found a beautiful border collie. She was skittish at first, tucking her head down and pushing her ears back when you extended a hand towards her. She appeared to have been on her own for a bit, though a ragged collar still hung proudly on her neck. Splotches of blood had matted into her fur, and she was a small bit underweight. You were deadset on taking her home.

After much patience, baby talking, and gentle steps forward, she trusted you enough to allow you to grab a hold of her collar. It'd be an uncomfortable walk home, pregnant and crouched over to keep a hand on her collar without affecting Dixie's comfort level, but it would be worth it.

Daryl was initially quite frustrated with you when you got home. If he had it his way, you'd never leave the walls of Alexandria. And now here you were, coming home all excited to tell him you'd risked your life for a dog.

He couldn't stay mad for long though, especially not when he'd already gathered up a dog of his own. Now you had two, a matching set.

Dog and Dixie were two peas in a pod, spending all their time playing and cuddling alongside one another.

You were only a few weeks further along than when you'd found Dixie, when Daryl called out from the garage. When you'd successfully waddled your way there, you were puzzled at the scene in front of you.

Dixie, on her side on the floor, and Daryl holding her leg up, staring at her swollen belly with an incredulous expression. "The hell? She pregnant?" He asked.

Just then, Dog trotted into the garage from behind you. When he spotted Dixie, he immediately went to her, sniffing her belly and whining at Daryl's hand. He nudged Daryl's hand away with his snout, placing his own head protectively over Dixie's stomach.

"Guess we forgot to get her spayed, huh?" You joked, rubbing your own distended belly. Daryl sighed, standing and walking to you, his boots making heavy thumps against the concrete. Reaching you, he placed his hands alongside yours, stroking the stretched skin gently.

He dropped his head onto your shoulder. "It's gon' get busy in here."

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'Busy' wound up being an understatement. Dixie had her four babies just two weeks before you gave birth to your baby girl. Between the ever present whining of the puppies, and wailing of your baby, you were spread thin.

Daryl tried his best, cleaning all the puppies' constant accidents, and still changing diapers. He was tired. It was obvious in the way he dragged his feet, the way he rested his head on the back of the couch whenever he had a spare minute. Now, two months post-partum, things weren't too much easier.

You walk out to the living room, baby tucked cozily into your arm. Daryl sits on the floor next to the makeshift nest for Dixie and her pups. The puppies are a bit older now, rambunctious and playful, so they climb over each other to nibble on Daryl's outstretched hand.

He must hear you enter the room, because he pauses playtime to turn to you. "Ya alright?" You nod, gazing down at the sleeping baby in your arms. You tiptoe quietly over to him, setting yourself down gently so as to not wake the baby.

Dixie sleeps on her side, letting out soft snores. Tired mama, just like you. You use your free hand to run over her fur smoothly. Daryl places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles.

The puppies bound their way to your lap, sniffing gently at the sleeping bundle in your arms. It's early morning, sun having barely risen. It casts an orange glow over the living room, allowing auburn tinges to peek through Daryl's hair. Gazing at him, you feel so lucky. Lucky to have such a great man to father your children, one who will always protect and never harm. A big, strong man who touches you with such gentle hands, and whispers loving words to your daughter.

Yes, it's busy. Sometimes you cry. But in this moment, the quiet business of dawn, you've never felt more grateful.

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl x you #the walking dead daryl #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #twd imagine

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biohazard-4ever · 1 month

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RESIDENT EVIL CHARACTERS AS DOGS (My version)

Leon S. Kennedy - Belgian Malinois

I know everyone likes to envision Leon as this adorkable baby Golden Retriever boy. But Leon has shown his fangs before and he won't hesitate to STAB A BITCH. Protective and an amazing Guardian. A heavy service dog - for military or police purposes.

Belgian Malinois also matches with Leon's Hair coloring!

Chris Redfield - Rottweiler

Definitely, Chris is a chunky (on the muscle side) dog. Strong, even if not agile, it is still an amazing service dog.

Claire Redfield - Red Siberian Husky

It looks intimidating when serious, won't mind baring her fangs at people, but that is not her nature -, it is her defense. A lovely girl with kids, understandable and easy to socialize. A light in the room.

Jill Valentine - German Shepherd

I'm sorry! I didn't want to go that basic route. But like how it went with all the others, I didn't stop to think about it, it just came to my head. And Jill... She is a COP! A COP THROUGH AND THROUGH!

Rebecca Chambers - Border Collie

It is not a secret that Rebecca is the brain in this cast. No better dog to represent this AMAZING Einstein than the smartest dog breed - The Border Collie.

No need for more words! Just.This!

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blueboyluca · 4 months

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@konmari-dogs's post reminded me, I read a lot of dog books this year! My biggest tip for reading more is put a bunch of books on your phone and just dip into them when you can. I think I originally got this tip from Milly, but it really works. If you are getting sick of one or need a break, you can easily flit to another. You can get a page or two while waiting for appointments or at a cafe or something. Really easy to read a lot more.

Anyway, I read a lot of crap this year but also some gems.

Hit list: The Culture Clash by Jean Donaldson. I finally read this classic. I skimmed most of the training stuff because it is a bit outdated now, but I really liked the allegorical parts, the actual bits that are why it is titled the way it is. That stuff is still really relevant today.

Dog is Love by Clive D.L. Wynne. I enjoyed this. It followed the story of how Wynne convinced himself that dogs do love us, through various scientific disciplines. I also think this guy is a compelling speaker, if a little pompous.

Wonderdog by Jules Howard. Loved this one, excellent overview of dog science throughout history. Really worth the read.

The Secret History of Kindness by Melissa Holbrook Pierson. My favourite read this year, an incredibly moving overview of the history of training dogs.

In Defence of Dogs by John Bradshaw. I started this one more than a year ago and finished it this year. It was pretty good, but a little outdated on the science now. Still worth a read.

The Great Grisby by Mikita Brottman. I enjoyed this, it was about various dogs in literature or real dogs owned by famous people, mostly Victorians. It was a fun read. The focus won't be for everyone.

How the Dog Became the Dog: From Wolves to Our Best Friends by Mark Derr. I started reading this like 5 years ago. I really enjoyed the first half then dropped off it. I finished it this year and I am glad, but there wasn't as much good stuff in the second half. Still, I reference it a lot and I love the way he writes about early dogs.

Shit list: Living with Border Collies by Barbara Sykes. This one is a mess. Very few useful ideas, mostly just batty nonsense.

Fifteen Dogs by André Alexis. This was the only novel I read this year and it was garbage. Do not recommend.

How Stella Learned to Talk by Christina Hunger. You all know I hated it. I am stunned when people recommend it to others to get into dog buttons. I thought the narrative itself was a steaming pile of garbage and I thought the tips on how to get started with buttons were vague and unhelpful. Cannot understand this fad at all.

The First Domestication by Brandy R. Fogg and Raymond Pierotti. I started this a year or two ago and finished it this year. It was a mess. I appreciated the parts where they ripped into Coppinger, but there were tons of other really questionable bits so I basically think the whole thing is a wash.

Dogs: A Philosophical Guide to Our Best Friends by Mark Alizart. It wasn't terrible, but it was quite strange. I appreciated it sent me down a few rabbit holes though. I tried reading some more philosophical books about dogs but they fall apart as soon as the authors show they know nothing about modern dog science.

Dingoes Don’t Bark by Lionel Hudson. This one also wasn't terrible but it was also kind of nothing. Not a lot of information about dingoes. I think the documentary it pairs with would be more worhtwhile. I think it's from the 70s, maybe 80s.

Still reading: Level Up Your Dog Training by Natalie Bridger Watson. This is for beginners, but I am enjoying it as another resource for my club.

The Wolf Within by Professor Bryan Sykes. This is good but thick and science heavy, so I know it will take me a long time.

Treat Everyone Like a Dog by Karen London. I am not enjoying this at all. It will inevitably make it onto my shit list one year.

What Dogs Want by Mat Ward. Really loving this very cute and modern take on basic dog care for new owners.

What the Dog Knows: The Science and Wonder of Working Dogs by Cat Warren. I am really loving this so far. It's my kind of book, a mix of dog science and memoir.

Our Oldest Companions by Pat Shipman. I am not that taken in by Shipman. I've read one of her other books and I don't find her particularly compelling. I am finding Sykes more interesting than this one.

Aesop's Animals: The Science Behind the Fables by Jo Wimpenny. This one is pretty good, not sure if I will finish it though because I read the dog and wolf chapters already.

Positive Herding 101 by Barbara Buchmayer. I am enjoying this. I got through all the beginning stuff and have finally reached the chapters that will talk about herding training.

Enrichment Games for High Energy Dogs by Barbara Buchmayer. This is good enough that it made me buy her other book. I haven't finished it yet though.

#dog books #dogblr

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afoggymirror · 27 days

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반짝반짝 너와 함께 있을 때

‧ ₊ ˚ * ๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ twinkle twinkle when i’m with you ༘ 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

broke!annyeongz | smut; fluff; puppygirl!Yujin; petplay; shock collar; drunk sex; heavy foot stuff; light hypno; light overstimulation word count | 8000 ao3

Buried several pages deep into a small newspaper, back in her old home town, she’d once read a completely inane story that, God knows why, lodged itself in her brain. It was about a local woman who, due to health complications, had lost the use of her legs, and so she trained her dog – a very pretty Border Collie mix – to fetch the groceries from the local store. Why this story just so happened to pop into her head again at that very moment, Yujin could only guess.

In total, she was carrying five bags: her purse from work balanced precariously on one shoulder, a large tote bag filled to the brim with stuff from the supermarket, and three plastic bags full of whatever couldn’t fit in the second bag. Really, Yujin wouldn’t mind carrying all this junk if it weren’t so fucking cold that day. She’d walked all from the office to the store with her hands awkwardly buried into her armpits for warmth.

She shitstepped around a corner and away from the wind. Her head sunk into her scarf and all the hair she had wrapped it around. Her breath condensed in the air, painting the view of the city around her a paler shade of gray. For a moment, something changed she felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted from her. The next moment she realized one of her bags had just ripped.

“Ah, shit,” she heard a loud, glassy thoonk against the pavement below, “fuck.” Yujin craned her neck, just fast enough to see the bottle of wine bounce a few times, before rolling to a lazy stop against a concrete bench nearby.

Waddling as fast as she could between the bags and her long fuzzy trench coat – its bottom now certainly coated in gunk from brushing against the ground – she squatted awkwardly to pick up the wine. A light pink rosé, one that they’d never tried before, but which seemed like something they would enjoy, soft and smooth, tending towards a dry. The bottle had some scratches where it hit the ground, but it looked to be intact otherwise. Thank God, who knows what Wony would have her do if she knew she’d wasted nice booze.

Maybe it was her mind conjuring Wony, maybe it was the Sun hitting the bottle and projecting pastel pink swirls onto the pavement, but the city suddenly seemed a lot less gray. Yujin saw in color. It was a Friday, and she was about spend three days with the love of her life. She wanted to hold the feeling in her hand, but instead she held the bottle tight and continued to waddle home, newly oblivious to the strain on her wrists, from where all the groceries now bounced.

Yujin arrived at their apartment building – a discreet little place, not far from the heart of the city – and fumbled taking the keys from her purse, fumbling through the front door and fumbling with the elevator button. She stood in front of the metal doors for a little while before remembering that the elevator broke that week. She took the stairs.

Entering the studio apartment, Yujin took off her shoes and her coat, before dumping all the groceries on the kitchen counter and diving onto bed. The kitchen counter and the bed were, of course, a few feet apart. Their apartment was very small.

She let herself relax, but not for long. Wonyoung wouldn’t be back for a little while, but she still had a lot to prepare before then.

Before the tiredness could get to her, she got up and got to work putting away the groceries. Her mind wandered through the minutes, taking salmon fillets from their package, laying them on a pan with oil (just a little oil, Wony was sensitive about that), setting the water to boil for the pasta…

A nice smell began to drift from the fish on the stove, and she opened the large window at the end of the studio apartment, so it wouldn’t be overbearing later. Wony was also sensitive about that. Speaking of which, was she supposed to leave the wine in the fridge? They’re meant to be in room temperature but Yujin remembered hearing it might be different for rosés?

Her mind busied itself as the Sun lowered in the sky. This evening must have cost most of her paycheck that month, and preparing it was becoming exhausting very quickly, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that Wonyoung had a really bad week at work, and if Yujin could do anything to make it better, she would, regardless of price.

Often, she would catch herself fantasizing her words, once Wony got home. Hey baby! she would say, romantic, I know these weeks have been rough for you, I hope I can help get your mind off things for the weekend. Are you hungry? The dinner in her mind tasted amazing, they ate and then went out and then danced through the night, and when they came back their shitty studio had become a beautiful refuge, shielded from the world, lit by stars and candles and fairy lights- oh yeah, shit, the fairy lights!

She plugged in the lights that hung around the far window, framing the darkening sky in a homely orange glow. The dinner was ready by then: salmon and small farfalle with a light lemon and garlic cream, which she plated all fancy, just like they’d seen that guy do in Masterchef. Wony had to have gotten off work about now and Yujin was a little behind getting everything ready – one thing, she really needed a shower.

Yujin covered their shitty, repurposed garden table in a big, Lady and the Tramp-type cloth, magically converting it into the scene of a beautiful dinner, and was halfway turning to find a candle, when she caught sight of something weird, a really ugly orange stain on the floor tiles. Oh, absolutely not, what the fuck was that? She grabbed the rubbing alcohol and some towels and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, but the damn thing wouldn’t come off.

And so, when Wonyoung first saw her that evening, Yujin was on her knees, messy hair and work clothes, swiping at some unknown goo on the floor.

“Oh hey, the maid is here!” Wony joked, taking off her shoes at the door.

Yujin’s heart jumped. She turned around to see her girlfriend, an apparition framed in the light of the door way, long hair and winter coat trailing behind her in the air, her beauty gleaming even through the tired face of someone who’d just left a full work week.

All Yujin’s preparation faded from her mind. Through all these years, she could never get used to seeing Wonyoung. She wanted to say she loved her. She wanted to recite all the sweet nothings she’d practiced, to tell her how glad she was to see her and how lucky she was to be with her and that she gave her life meaning.

Instead, the stunned lump in her throat won, and what she said was,

“Did you like, puke on the floor here? What the fuck is this stain?”

“Language!” Wonyoung half-laughed, leaving her purse and coat on the counter and climbing straight into bed, “it’s probably something your clumsy ass spilled.”

Yujin rolled her eyes,

“My clumsy a- hey, don’t go on the bed with outside clothes!”

“You do it too!”

She literally did earlier. Whatever. Yujin turned and kept wiping at this cum stain or whatever this was. Oh yeah wait, she didn’t even say hi to the love of her life.

“Stop cleaning,” Wonyoung said in a whine, and Yujin stopped.

She looked back up at Wonyoung, puppy eyes failing to mask the expectant adoration they always held.

Wony laid back on the comfy bunch of plushies and pillows they kept propped against the the wall and, pouting, opened her arms wide, “hug.”

The word was a higher force moving her, Yujin dropped everything and jumped onto bed, scaling the pillows to lay her head on Wony’s shoulder. Wonyoung wrapped her arms around Yujin like she would any other plushie. Half her head was covered by a forearm and it was a little hard to breathe. She was in heaven.

“Good girl…”

Yujin’s cheeks turned red under Wony’s arms. She couldn’t help but smile her wide, dimply smile, before burrowing deeper into her love’s shoulder. There it was. That weird burning pride that made her want to hide her face. “Good girl,” why did she like saying that? Yujin was literally older than her.

They were both very young when they moved in together, and it had been scary for both. They’d been dating for a few years, and friends long before that, so they knew they’d always have each other. Still, things changed fast, money was tight, and work was insufferable. Since Yujin arrived in town, they’d jumped from shitty studio apartment to shitty studio apartment, frail ships braving the blinding city lights.

When everything else was uncertain, some things had to stay constant: their kiss, their arms, their love.

Wonyoung was warm. Yujin assumed she was, too. Neither had really rested all day. Wony’s wispy, flowery perfume hung now low and scarce around her slender neck. Yujin reached her head to kiss it, kissed down to her shoulders. Her eyes focused on Wony’s delicate collar bones, gentle beneath the wide neck of her blouse. Yujin traced them lightly with her fingers,

“Oh yeah I uh… I made you dinner.”

“Yeah, I can smell it.”

“Do you want some?”

“Later.”

“…”

“…it’s gonna get cold.”

“We can eat it cold.”

“…”

C… can we? Yujin hesitated, is salmon ok cold?

Wony’s remained stoic in her poutyness, though Yujin could see her fighting her cheek from forming a smile. Clearly she picked up on Yujin’s worries, and found them cute.

I guess salmon can go on sushi…

“Is… is the smell too strong, do you want me to go open another window?”

“Stay,” she squeezed Yujin tighter.

She stayed.

Wonyoung pet her hair. She got chills. Wony was right, they didn’t need to get up to eat right now. Or get up for any reason, really.

“Actually, go get the remote.”

Yujin got up and crawled to the corner of the bed where the remote had fallen and fetched it, immediately coming back to the pillows. Wonyoung set the TV to the most vapid thing she could find, at a volume just loud enough that they could hear the voices but not distinguish the words.

Hands weaved through Yujin’s hair, scratching lightly, drawing slow paths from the top of her head, ending behind her ear. Shivers followed where the finger tips passed. Yujin felt herself sink deeper into the crook of Wony’s neck, felt a sleepy whimper push through the lump on her throat, felt her vision blur just a little. She hadn’t noticed, but she really was tired.

Her bangs were scratching her eyes a little. Yujin liked her hair short, but these days she hadn’t had the time to have it cut, it grew to her shoulders. Moving a hand up to adjust, pushing off the weight of sleep, took considerable effort. She eyed the TV, but couldn’t make out much. Muffled sounds meshed together in a lullaby, frames blended in impressions of waves, the rhythm of Wony’s breath and the beating of Wony’s heart swayed her as the tides.

With the way things had been at Wony’s work, Yujin knew better than to ask about her day. She was somebody who knew what she wanted, so if she said she just wanted to snuggle and fall asleep to the TV, that’s what Yujin would give her.

It killed her to see Wonyoung this tired. Yujin’s mind had run in circles all day, and even now it jumped from the food which was getting cold, to the bugs coming in from the open window, to how she should clean the floor later… but she knew none of these things mattered. Meaningless gestures to distract from what really troubled her: Wony’s life wasn’t perfect, she couldn’t make it perfect, and it wasn’t fair.

Wony was radiant, blinding, the light from which all else emanated. Yujin couldn’t find the words to express her adoration. It twisted her throat into knots, filled her mind with useless concerns, filled her mouth with stupid irony. When they were younger, first falling for each other, Yujin was nervous, a giddy mess of jumbled feelings, but she somehow felt more at ease expressing herself. Now that they had set into domestic life, that habit gripped them in its jaws, she often felt that her words had dried.

Not a moment passed when she didn’t have something on her chest. She wanted to tell her all she felt, give her everything she had. She wanted to change it all, make this broken world right, make it so Wonyoung never had to work another day in her life, so she’d live life as a princess in a soft, cotton-candy cloud far above it all, away from any sorrows or worries.

And in that moment, Wonyoung twitched a little. She was falling asleep, deep amid the pile of soft pink pillows. She did not seem worried in the slightest.

Before long the arms that squeezed Yujin tight relaxed, the hand waving through her hair came to a stop. She felt the sway of Wonyoung’s breath slow further, her chest rising and falling at a measured pace. Yujin blinked lazily to focus her clouded gaze, chancing a glimpse up towards Wony’s face, and saw it still, doll-like, eyes peacefully shut and lips just a little parted, lit by fairy lights and the flickering ghosts of the TV screen.

Wony was ok. And Yujin was ok, because she was in Wony’s arms.

After chasing her tail all day, Yujin felt the exhaustion truly creep in.

She settled her arms around Wony’s stomach in a way that wouldn’t trouble her love’s breathing, and allowed sleep to take her over.

A faint, compressed gun shot rang out from the low-quality speakers, just loud enough to rouse Yujin. Instantly she noticed something missing. Her body was submerged in pillows, but the comforting arms that held her were gone.

Sleep covered her eyes, her vision was a few large orange blots of light and the vague, blinding rectangle of whatever drama was on TV.

“This is really nice,” Wonyoung’s voice was inviting, accompanied by a slow harmony of metal cutlery on porcelain, somewhere off to her left.

Of course, looking there showed only an array of strange halos, scintillating stars that, really, probably didn’t amount to more than fairy lights hung onto the curtains. A slender shadow amid the dazzling glow sat looking back at her.

“It would be nicer if we’d eaten it warm,” Yujin’s irony woke up before she did.

“You feel asleep too!” she didn’t need to see Wony clearly to sense the laugh in her voice, “you were snoring, did you know that? You snored really loud just now, it’s probably what woke you up.”

“I woke up because you left the TV on too loud!”

“Well then turn it off and go back to sleep!”

Yujin stretched before palming around the pillows, finding the remote and turning off the TV, suddenly noticing she didn’t want to go back to sleep. She looked back at Wonyoung, still blinking mist from her eyes, as if to ask if she really had to.

“I was joking, come eat.”

She went.

Yujin didn’t know why Wonyoung’s words had this effect on her. It was Pavlovian. Her reflex was to please.

Wony’s glass was empty so Yujin filled it again.

“Is the wine good? I was a little worried it wouldn’t pair well with the fish.”

Wonyoung looked at her and smiled,

“You’re so cute,” she picked up the glass and swirled it absentmindedly, “the wine is wonderful.”

Heat creeped to Yujin’s cheeks. She sat, averted her eyes, still hazy from sleep, and began stuffing her mouth with food.

“So my day was awful, but how was yours?” Wonyoung asked, reaching out across the table and stroking Yujin’s wrist.

“I, uh…” frankly, she was drawing a blank. All memories from the previous hours were of worrying about Wonyoung. She knew she’d been neglecting her own things to care for Wony. She couldn’t just admit that, though, “I sure cleaned the house a lot for your ass.”

Wind passed through Wony’s nose faster than usual, in what could, generously, be called a laugh. A laugh, however, which clearly held less patience than it did even a few minutes ago. Sometimes Wonyoung seemed as frustrated with Yujin as Yujin was with herself.

Still, if they weren’t done teasing, Wonyoung would make the most of it.

“Oh yeah? What a good little girl…”

Yujin’s face was on fire.

“Stop calling me that, I am literally older than you.”

Wony leaned forward to rest her cheek on one hand, eyes locked to Yujin’s.

“You know, you’ve been such a good girl today, I’m thinking I might even indulge your weird foot thing.”

“I do not have a foot thi-!” Yujin felt a sock crawl playfully up her calf, coming to a stop between her thighs.

A giggle lost itself between Wonyoung’s lips,

“I’m not judging!” Satisfied with Yujin’s discomfort, she changed the subject, “anyway, you were saying about your day?”

Wonyoung pushed her heel slowly into her. Yujin made a fist, held her knuckles to her mouth, chanced a glimpse up at Wony through her bangs. She couldn’t meet her smiling face for long, her eyes closed before gluing themselves to her plate again.

She scrambled for words to say. Of course she could speak like normal, this wasn’t distracting. She didn’t even know where Wony got the idea she liked foot stuff. She began a story about someone from work who ate at their desk yesterday and so today they had ants inside their laptop or whatever.

Wonyoung pushed firmly against her. Yujin pushed her hips back against her foot. Shit. Maybe Wony didn’t notice her sudden eagerness, maybe she still had plausible deniability. Wony noticed,

“Oh you love this,” she laughed, rocking her slender leg into Yujin at a quick rhythm, “gross baby.”

“Stop…” Yujin angled herself so Wony would be pressing at the right spot.

“Do you want me to stop?” She leaned further, chin resting on both hands, her voice affecting the tone of someone being nice, “I’ll stop if you want.”

Yujin still wore work pants, but the pressure was having its effect, even through the fabric and the shame. Maybe because of them.

“Mm… mm-mmm…” she shook her head no.

She was warm. Not just her cheeks, though those burned with the fires of Hell. All of her. She was a gradient from the heat building in her core to the shame blazing across her face. The fairy lights shone on Wonyoung’s pale skin, a spotlight beaming straight at her,

“Say it with your words, baby.”

A weak moan broke through Yujin’s lips. She wasn’t even entirely sure why. Maybe Wonyoung’s taunts, maybe the fabric rubbing against her skin, beginning to make her sensitive, beginning to hurt. Maybe the confusion itself, the sleepy, shameful heat. Wony knew how to play her, make her confused, and she loved doing it. Wony loved to cause an impression.

“You don’t have… to stop…”

“Stop what?”

Yujin looked back up, a little dumbfounded. What did she want from her now?

“‘Please don’t stop fucking me with your foot, miss Wonyoung. I love this,’” she tilted her head to the side, a cat playing with its food. “Say it.”

Her obedient reflex finally found resistance. Yujin looked mortified. She had a hard time talking about her day, let alone whatever this was.

“Ah,” Wonyoung sighed, performing great impatience, crossing her arms, “I knew you wouldn’t say it,” she pulled her foot from Yujin’s thighs. There was peace under the table.

Sometimes – and for reasons Yujin found easy to ascertain after the fact, but nearly impossible to predict – Wonyoung would simply turn a key. The playful tone that lately permeated their every conversation would feel heavy, trite compared to what they could be saying, those words they both knew were stuck in Yujin’s throat. And so, to entertain themselves, Wonyoung would stop playing, and begin toying with her. Yujin was hers for the night.

“…why are you like this?” Yujin smiled, finally allowing herself to lift her eyes, half shaded by her bangs, and meet Wonyoung’s again.

“You know, I actually bought you something too,” she crossed her legs, and pointed theatrically across the apartment to the kitchen counter, deep into the recesses where the fairy lights could barely light the orange walls. “Go get it from my purse.”

Before Yujin knew it she was in the kitchen, half engulfed by darkness, fumbling through Wony’s purse. It didn’t take long to find what she needed. She pulled out the strange object, squinting to identify it in the dim light. It resembled a thin but sturdy choker, except for a large, black, plastic cube poking from one side.

“Come,” Wony waved, struggling to hide a smile.

“You’re evil,” Yujin went.

“And you’re cute.” Wonyoung pulled Yujin’s chair with two fingers so it faced the window, “sit.”

She sat.

Her heart thumped.

Wonyoung leaned in behind her, held her neck soft with one hand, moved her hair aside with the other, breathed into her shoulder. The warmth of her engulfed Yujin, scarce, stuffy perfume from yesterday intoxicating.

She tried to adjust her posture, arch her back just a little, act like she was comfortable, fully awake and present of body and mind. Like her sleep-deprived eyes weren’t blending the little fairy lights in front of her with the city lights beyond. Like Wonyoung’s fingers didn’t feel like feather pillows, tracing their way from behind her neck around the collar of her shirt, like she didn’t feel herself sinking into them just a little.

She wasn’t fooling anyone. Wonyoung knew she couldn’t think straight. That’s how she wanted her.

“You’ve been thinking too much these days, baby girl.” Oh my God I am older than you, Yujin still considered saying. “And saying too much nonsense.” She was glad not to have said anything. “Why don’t we shut you up for the night, and help you relax a little?”

Now that threw her for a loop. Wony seemed tired these days, that was evident. But did Yujin look like she needed a break too…?

Wonyoung’s breath hitched against the back of Yujin’s neck as she reached to take the collar from her hands. Wony might have been perfect, but even her poker face could slip sometimes. For a second her breathing skipped, it lacked the regal, gracious rhythm she usually projected, for just a second she exhaled too heavy and too fast, betrayed the excitement she felt having Yujin in her hands.

She snaked the collar underneath Yujin’s hair, shoulder length and airy, it moved with Wony’s fingers, reeds on a warm breeze. It tickled, Yujin shivered. She felt the collar clasp behind her, her breathing restrict just a little in its tight hold, and in a second the apprehension hit. How strong would the shock be? She’d find out soon, she guessed. The next time she made a noise. Did Wony even test this?

For what it was worth, Wony didn’t seem concerned. Petting her hair before circling around Yujin, a satisfied “ah” left her lips. An expression like she had something to share, she half turned to one side, to the other, looking for the handle on the window. She slid it half way closed, just enough for Yujin to see herself, reflection vivid against the backdrop of the dark city, framed by the tiny orange lights. She hadn’t seen clearly in what felt like hours, from sleep, from shame, apprehension. Nothing that night felt real, Wonyoung had created a dream for her. But there in front of her, her reflection was crystal clear.

Yujin looked beautiful. She would never have guessed it, the way her work shirt still clung to her with yesterday’s effort, the way her thoughts drifted directionless through the fog of sleep. But she did, she looked beautiful. Her hair, some locks stuck under the choker, bubbled in a messy volume, made her collar bones, her half visible shoulders under the crumpled shirt, glow against the night. Framed her face to accentuate the giddy loyalty she felt with Wony next to her. That Wony brought out of her.

For a moment she couldn’t tell the gleam in her eyes from the stars beyond the window. She looked to her love, golden in the half-light, convinced that the Sun herself was beside her.

“You’re so pretty,” Wony complained, eyes burning into Yujin,

“Ah-” bzzt. Dozens of pins pricked the side of her neck.

A triumphant smile spread through Wony’s face. She had made Yujin forget about the collar entirely.

“Great, it works,” still smiling, she brushed Yujin’s hair into place, delicate, “is it too strong, baby?”

Yujin gave it some thought. The shock had been a little too strong, she did feel a lot of pain, but it made Wony smile, and so she could endure a million shocks just like it. She shook her head “no.”

Wonyoung’s eyes pierced hers,

“Say it.”

Wony’s smile spread to Yujin. She pursed her lips, then, resigned, enounced,

“It’s not-” bzzt.

Seeing Yujin jump, Wonyoung’s smile widened. She moved her legs, tossed her long hair over one shoulder, straddled Yujin’s lap, sent her arms loose over Yujin’s shoulders and the back of the chair, an angel descending upon Yujin.

Yujin held her slim frame, one hand resting on her stomach, another exploring her shoulder blades, pulling her close. She caught a scent, one more personal than the flowered perfume hanging low from Wony’s neck, one just a little savory, sneaking into her with a kiss. The soft lips she loved so much embraced her senses, pulling her deeper into a dream.

Her love was weightless over her, a warm cloud, a rising air current to make her soar. Wonyoung’s kisses moved along her jaw, her head fell further to the side, allowing passage. She felt her hair be brushed back, a soft teasing bite on her ear lobe. She shuddered into Wonyoung’s shoulder, heat building up in her again. Wony’s hair brushed her cheek as she kissed her way down her neck.

Yujin opened her eyes to see herself, pretty reflection bright against the city night, eclipsed by the flowing white blouse and the flowing black hair of the girl she loved, falling over her. Just then, Wony opened the first button of her shirt, pulling it aside to expose her shoulder, before biting down. Yujin moaned, loud.

Bzzt.

Needles traipsed around her neck. She jumped again. The sudden pain brought a spasm from her, sent her arm twitching, her hand made to wrap around Wony’s fore arm. A smile formed on Wonyoung’s face again, Yujin could feel it buried on her shoulder. Wony loved making her feel like this, confused and hazy under her, incapable of thinking straight even for self-preservation, a lucid dream Wony could turn from joyous to apprehensive to painful and back again at will.

She lifted her head, looked down at Yujin. Her smile settled into a smirk, knowing, like she had just divined a way to extend Yujin’s bliss. Tossing her hair over her shoulders, Wony stretched to reach aside, to the table next to them, and when her hand came back into Yujin’s view, it carried with it the rosé. She took a long, comfortable swig, stopping to move the wine around in her mouth a little, breathe in the after taste,

“You should try the wine, baby.”

One hand moving behind Yujin’s neck, she positioned the bottle to pour into her mouth. The wine came slow. It was nice, clearly not the most expensive, not the most complex taste or whatever, but for their standards it was nice. Yujin swallowed, a little rushed as Wony didn’t stop pouring. In fact she seemed to be pouring faster.

Wonyoung’s eyes became sharper, her smile more intent, the more uncomfortable Yujin became. Wine invaded her, she didn’t want to move her head and make a mess – really she didn’t want to deny Wony whatever she wanted with this – but it was becoming harder and harder to gulp down what she was given.

It filled her mouth, her throat already felt a little restricted from the choker, she swallowed, and swallowed, until her muscles sent a spout from the corner of her lips. She shut her eyes, shaking her head reflexively though never daring take her mouth from the bottle, and a loud whimper left her. Bzzt.

The pain contracted her throat, sent spurts of wine down her chin. Wonyoung laughed. She might have hated wasting booze, but this wasn’t wasting, she seemed very entertained. She pulled the bottle from Yujin’s mouth and took it back to her own. Yujin’s throat burned, some wine had gone down the wrong hole and she had to fight the urge to cough loudly. She felt her chin drip, liquid begin to soak her chest,

“My shir-!” Bzzt.

“That shirt was thrifted baby, it’s not the end of the world.”

I might have to buy a new one next week for work, the worry crossed her mind, before she distracted herself with an attempt to cough quietly enough that it wouldn’t trigger the collar, before her eyes lost themselves again on Wony. If she wanted Yujin to stop worrying, it was working. In her confusion, she could focus on nothing else but her.

Wony stretched to put the bottle back on the table before leaning over Yujin, half-open eyes possessive.

“My messy little girl,” Yujin’s cheeks were red for so many different reasons at this point, hearing her say that barely made a difference. She climbed off Yujin, “wait here, I’ll get something to help you clean up.”

Sounds of drawers and kitchen utensils echoed for longer than expected. Bzzt, Yujin’s neck contracted in pain despite not having said anything. She turned to look at Wony,

“Ow-!” bzzt again.

“Hey, it works!” Wonyoung beamed from behind her, pocketing a little remote. She ran a hand through Yujin’s hair, looking down in greed. She pulled slowly on Yujin’s hair, leaning her head back, pulling a handkerchief to wipe carefully at her chin. Yujin reached with one hand, grasping blind at her love’s thigh, eager to pull her closer. Wony acquiesced, grinning, coming closer to tower over Yujin, pulling her hair further back, so she’d see it fully as she reached an arm behind herself, and grabbed a chain she carried over her shoulders.

Wony leaned in to kiss her again, the side angle a little awkward, her hands wrapping soft around Yujin’s neck, a touch of the chain cold against her skin. The metal ran down her chest, crawled over her as Wony moved to attach it to her collar.

She broke the kiss a little too soon, leaned back, one hand cupping Yujin’s cheek, the other wrapping itself in other end of the chain,

“Well… this is great, but I actually want to finish my dinner.”

Um…

“Wony what the fu-” bzzt.

Wony what the fuck are you talking about, she thought, with her inside voice.

Wonyoung pulled away, walked around her toward the table, lips twisted into a smile, chain growing taut between them. She stopped, brought a finger to her lips, affecting like she was really considering what to do next, then pulled strong on the chain.

The tug on Yujin’s neck – the alcohol might have begun to set in – sent her off balance, tumbling. The little lights next to her darted fast past her vision. The floor welcomed her with open arms. Before even fully regaining her senses, her eyes followed, incredulous, the chain up to where Wonyoung stood, a satisfied smirk on her face,

“Come on, girl,” she said, tone half baby talk, “let’s eat.”

Something told Yujin she wasn’t supposed to get up again. Wony continued pulling on the leash, walking carefree to her seat at the table, it was all Yujin could do to follow on all fours.

Wony sat, legs crossed, Yujin knelt. She looked up, expectant, eyes big under her bangs, afraid of what her love had in mind. Wonyoung ate a piece of salmon, some noodles, absentminded, like she’d forgotten Yujin was there.

“Oh, why don’t you entertain yourself while we’re here?” Wony, suppressing a smirk, pushed one foot forward, as if offering it to Yujin.

Frustrated, she blinked, eyeing Wony through messy bangs, furrowed brow and pursed lips. The heat in her cheeks grew insufferable again.

“Come on,” Wonyoung mocked, pulling Yujin by the chain, bending her closer, “don’t be shy.”

Yujin sighed, thankfully too quiet to trigger the collar, laughing a little to the side so Wony wouldn’t see. The window next to them was harder to see through the lights, but the glimpse she caught was beautiful. Wonyoung, long flowing hair, pretty with her posture perfect, enjoying dinner and a nice wine, her in disheveled formal wear, bent before her in chains. This was fine.

She leaned forward, Wonyoung’s foot bobbing close to her, black sock worn with its seam a little off-center. Reaching under her sole and around her ankle for support, she leaned forward and kissed it. Wonyoung chuckled above the table, she did too. She leaned again, kissed down the bridge of her foot,

She was serious. She actually didn’t like feet – she did not! – there was just something comforting about this. Embarrassing herself in front of Wony, expressing her adoration in such a direct, if gross, way.

And adore she did, compelled, by whatever force, to pull off Wony’s sock. She heard more quiet giggling from above the table, Wony crossed her legs in the opposite direction, allowed her to pull off the other. Her feet were long, slim, her skin soft and pristine save for a vein visible when she moved, bones gentle around her slender ankles. They were pretty, she concluded – like how she would comment on a friend’s hair style, not like she would say if she was into feet, which she was not.

When Wony lowered her eyes again, Yujin was deep into a kiss, lost in the skin between two knuckles.

“Here, get the bottom, too,” she flexed her ankle, mocking, pushing her sole to Yujin, before tugging on the leash. It was all Yujin could do to keep herself from smashing face first. She wanted to pull away, take a moment to even process Wony’s words, but her neck was pulled back into place. It was alright, her soles were pretty as well.

She leaned in to kiss her heel, her arches. Her hands held up Wony’s ankle like a relic, a work of art she wouldn’t dare damage by letting go, she wouldn’t dishonor in that way. Her skin was so soft, Yujin had always wondered how Wony kept her skin, her hair, her figure, despite her hectic work hours, and, she couldn’t deny, she loved being able to enjoy it, even if it made her cheeks burn with shame sometimes.

Her kisses climbed to Wony’s toes, before her love began to pull her foot away. It rested on Yujin’s shoulder, and began to push her down. She looked up at Wonyoung, smiling down entertained as ever. Yujin had no mind to resist, wouldn’t know how to anymore, she was gone. Her body leaned forward, as if pulled by gravity, Wonyoung’s gravity. The burn in her cheeks felt nicer now. The wine must have been getting to her.

Wonyoung stepped on Yujin’s chain, pulled her down until her head was level with the ground. Yujin, fully bowed, hair falling around her and spreading on the floor, cared less about her embarrassment by the second. When it rained… Kissing one foot, the other moved to pin her head in place, her whole world was down there, the task at hand engulfed her. Wony wanted her degraded, so that’s what she would be.

Her kissing grew louder, more focused. A moan left her, met promptly by a bzzt. From above, Wony sat back, the melody of her cutlery changed tempo, slowing as if satisfied with Yujin’s eagerness. She took her time to enjoy the humiliation she’d brought out of Yujin, before moving to bring out the next,

“Hey puppy, you must be hungry,” she disentangled Yujin from her legs, leaned over holding her plate, dumped some noodles and some salmon on the ground, scraps thrown under the table.

Yujin looked up, looked at the food. She was well past shame at this point, the desire to please was the first thing on her mind. She lowered her head to the food, took it in, getting sauce on her nose, fish grease on her chin, surely draping her hair on something horrible down there. Whatever. Wony would probably find it funnier if she was messy anyway. The salmon was nice, they really should’ve eaten it warm though.

Bzzt, Yujin jumped, a bit of fish still left on the floor. Wony had the little remote in her hand, and a mocking smile on her face.

“You’re so gross,” Wony laughed lovingly. She patted her own lap, “sit, let’s wash that down.”

She began pouring another glass as Yujin got up, knees sore from being on the ground too long. Standing again felt wrong, like she’d lost the right to be a biped after the previous minutes. Thankfully, Wonyoung, sitting wide and relaxed, offered a leg for her to straddle, a safe haven to keep herself degraded.

One leg on either side of Wonyoung’s thigh, she lowered herself, her movements nearly escaping her, all just a little too long, eyes just a little too heavy. She let her head fall on Wony’s shoulder, one hand holding the other shoulder, a quiet, tired moan running through her.

“You good, baby?”

“Yeah-” bzzt. Wonyoung laughed.

Feeling Yujin’s shirt, still wet from wine, cling onto her, Wony stopped pouring the second glass, pushed her back just a little and began undoing her buttons. Her moves were utilitarian, like it had to be done and Yujin was incapable of doing it herself. Be it some leftover claim to human dignity still in her, feeling patronized by Wony’s tone, be it simple dumb desire from a dumb baby who couldn’t think straight, Yujin just had to interject.

A dimply smirk forming, she reached out her hands to cup Wonyoung’s face – so small, so pretty – and fell, dazzled, into a kiss. Her movements were, by then, noticeably sloppy. Their faces slammed together, Wony smiled, Yujin giggled, a bzzt made her jump, they smiled more.

Wonyoung allowed herself to be pulled closer. Her fingers changed pace on Yujin’s buttons, dancing with revived hunger. When Yujin’s shirt fell open, she tugged on its collar, grasping her in their kiss. Even despite the sorry state of Yujin’s mind, it was clear that behind Wony’s formality, she too wanted more with every moment. She wanted Yujin deeper and deeper under her spell.

Led by bewitched strings, Yujin’s muscles flowed heavy. Her head fell back, hair tickling shoulders as Wonyoung slipped the shirt from her arms. She felt herself move back, her whole body pushing down against the thigh she sat on. As Wony pulled her in, her hips rolled closer, then rolled away, closer, away again. Her weight drove her into a lazy rhythm.

Hands wandered her shoulders, her waist, the small of her back. Cold flowed from the half-open window and harassed her skin, a refreshing contrast to the all-encompassing warmth she’d been feeling all night. She huddled closer to Wony, riding her core higher against her thigh, lost her hands amid the folds of her clothes, hid kisses into her neck and her hair and scent.

Wonyoung held Yujin’s waist with one hand, reached past her with the other to finish pouring those glasses. She brought Yujin’s body back, brought a glass to her lips, before Yujin’s fingers wrapped around it and chugged down the wine, no mind to savor what she tasted. She wanted more of what Wony gave her, more of Wony, more of her magic.

She half-flopped backwards to leave the glass on the table, movements as careful as she could muster, before falling back into Wonyoung. Kissing her cheek, her jaw, her pretty pouty lips, waves crashing faster upon her with drunken euphoria, humping her leg like a bitch in heat.

“I lov-” bzzt. She jumped, but the pain didn’t feel bad anymore. The jolt was a discordant tone complementing the harmony Wonyoung crafted. “-e you,” bzzt.

Wony chuckled, drank a little of her own wine, pulled her back into a kiss,

“Get up,” she did, slow and awkward, hands still resting on Wony’s shoulders. Her love’s eyes burned, keeping her warm through the cold breeze. Wony reached behind her, unclasped her bra, kissed her stomach, her ribs, her chest. Yujin felt herself shake, maybe from cold, maybe from giddiness. She couldn’t stay still, she missed the thigh between her legs, she felt her hands move down by themselves. Wony caught the movement and pulled on Yujin’s pants, “off.”

Yujin moved with the finesse of a dying fish, fingers fumbling around the button until it opened, tugging it down blindly. Hands held hers, Wony looked up into her eyes, amused with her state,

“Slow.”

She did what she could, sluggish movements charged with all the energy of the Sun, hands vibrating in nervous joy, a phantom tail wagging wildly.

With much difficulty, she shrugged off the rest of her clothes. Standing there, in Wonyoung’s hands, lips pulling light on her nipples, barely able to muster a coherent thought, night breeze cutting through her, she felt exposed, she could almost feel embarrassed again. She did not. It didn’t matter, she was not herself anymore, she was simply Wonyoung’s.

She was guided back down. Before she saw them, she felt Wony’s fingers, held up from her thigh,

“Fuck yourself on me,” Wonyoung whispered as Yujin eased down, shaking, over her. She didn’t have to ask twice – not that she ever did. Yujin gasped as Wonyoung entered her, body welcoming her, rhythm building again.

Wony leaned back, reached with her other hand to take another sip of wine, let her lips twist slightly with that perfectly crafted, immaculate arrogance, at the girl falling apart on her.

Grabbing at her blouse, Yujin let her head fall again. She couldn’t bear it. She wanted more. More of Wonyoung’s long fingers in her, more of her scent, more of the exposure, more of the state she left her in, she wanted to throw herself to Wonyoung, live and breathe for her,

“More-” bzzt. She wanted more of the pain, too, “more-” bzzt. “Pleas-” bzzt.

Another chuckle bringing out a fruity after taste in Wony’s mouth, she finished her wine. She reached behind the back of Yujin’s neck, fingers intertwining with the base of her hair. Leaning in, she worked a third finger into her.

Yujin whimpered into her mouth. She was pulled closer by the hair. The taste of wine swallowed her whole. When she couldn’t pull away anymore – when she didn’t have it in her to break their kiss – Wonyoung released her hair. Her hand crawled slow down Yujin’s skin, tracing her neck, her ribs, her waist, her thigh, leading Yujin’s pace while she clutched disoriented at Wony’s blouse.

She held on for dear life. Her mouth was lost in Wony’s. At times her tongue poked shyly inside, but her attention was elsewhere. It flowed blurry, drunk on the scent, always slurring back down her body. Wony used one hand to lead her, grinding, into the other’s fingers. Yujin’s pace was desperate now. She felt her leg twitch, her sides. She arched her back into Wony just a little, the twitch climbed all the way to her shoulders. Their kiss was interrupted by a whimper. It was all so much… Another whimper, then another, then more. Wonyoung smiled against her, curled her fingers in her,

“My good girl…” her face was so close, so pretty, her tone so encouraging, “let go for me.”

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt… Yujin jumped, grasped at Wonyoung’s shoulders, shook her head like that would shake the pins and needles from her neck. Wony pulled her back down, fist wrapped around the little remote. Her fingers pushed deep in her. Wony wanted her to cum in pain, and so the pain felt sweet.

Yujin lost herself. She hugged Wony close, felt her shoulders, her delicate skin, bones, hair, clawed at them for a second, before she stopped herself, she didn’t want to hurt her. She just held her while enjoying her own pain buzzing down her back, her own pleasure crashing from her core.

For a second, her mind was completely empty. No words, no worries, just the feeling of pain and relief and the smell of Wony. The feeling of a job well done – Wony wanted her to be a good girl, and she was. The feeling of being well taken care of.

When Wony let go of the remote, Yujin was light headed, barely able to keep her rhythm. She slowed, grinding still, she wanted to keep this forever. Wonyoung ran a hand through her hair, petting her slowly, scratching behind the ear.

Wony left the remote on the counter, jumping onto bed where Yujin lay exhausted. She went to unlock the clasp on Yujin’s collar, before stopping herself,

“Hmm… one last thing…” a final flash of malice crossed her face, “thank me.”

Yujin looked up, big smiling puppy dog eyes meeting hers, dimples forming deep,

“Tha-” bzzt. “-ank-” bzzt. “-yo-” bzzt. “-u,” bzzt. She could’ve said it in maybe two shocks, but she really had started to like them by now. Her head fell back on the stack of pillows, her brain really was fried.

Wony pursed her lips into a smile,

“Cutie,” she unclasped the collar, and threw it overboard off the bed. Their ship now held just Wony, her pet and their plushies.

“You don’t… want me to…?” Yujin brushed a hand on Wony’s hips.

“Later baby, after you brush your teeth.”

“Ah shit, I must have ruined your pants…” she noticed the spot where she’d sat on Wony’s thigh, still humid.

“Language!” Wony bonked her light on the head, before slipping off her pants and throwing them toward the stars. She jumped into the plush pile, “so anyway, how was your day?”

Wony, long legs bare, pulling the covers to nuzzle against her, threatened to freeze the words in her throat all over again, but she pushed past it. They were past it.

“Honestly, Wony, I don’t know what to say. All I’ve thought about these days was whether you were alright… sometimes you seem so beaten down…” she brushed her bangs from her face, before reaching under the covers to join her hands. “You’re too good to be having these problems, to be this stressed.”

“We’re too good,” she hit Yujin on the shoulder, “but we can handle it.”

It was true. With Wony, she could handle anything.

“If I could tell you how much I love you…”

“You don’t need to,” Wony touched Yujin’s head with hers, “I see it everyday.”

They lay there, enjoying soft pillows and soft covers and their soft love.

“My good girl.”

“No, really, why do you like saying that? I am literally older than you.”

“Because you like to hear it…” Wony opened her eyes quick to plant a kiss on Yujin’s forehead, “dumb ass.”

They fell asleep, aboard their soft ship, cruising through the fairies and the city and the stars.

#BEWARE!!!! this is a nightmare #i'm trying a bunch of shit here with this post please bear with me #it's my first time trying to make the layout of one of these look pretty #what do you think!#new to tumblr #sorry #i'm also gonna spam tags here and see what happens #wonyoung #wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung smut #yujin #yujin smut #an yujin smut #ive #ive smut #izone smut #kpop girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop gg smut

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data-la-forge · 6 months

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i present to you

GEORDI'S BIRTHDAY AU‼️

this au takes place not too long after first contact and before insurrection (hence data's skin defects bc i thought it'd be silly if he had "scars") but ANYWAU

after an away mission on a class-m planet that sent a distress call, data notices a dog that looks very uncared for and decides to take it in, the reason being geordi. he noted that ever since the events of s6ep13, aquiel, geordi always had a sort of emptiness to him, after the dog that aquiel had owned gained a strong impact on him. after the fact, geordi started bringing up more and more about how much he wanted a companion of his own (to which data gathered enough context clues to assume it was a dog).

he assumed it was more than a coincidence the dog was there, and that it was geordi's birthday on the same day, and took it in.

while troi and data were cleaning the dog up, troi helped data begin to realize that he didn't just do this to do something nice for geordi, but he was also very much in love with him, and he had to take a minute to process it. he thought about it more, and more realization came to him that it had started ever since they installed the emotion chip. he then confessed his feelings when he surprised geordi with the dog and they are happy and in love :3333

THIS IS GIZMO (laforge) :333 i guess you could call him an oc he is, of course the dog in question. he is a 5 year old border collie with some interesting quirks including;

a hypospray solution crusher gave him so he'd live out his silly doggy days longer (about 50 years), this is also the reason why his ears, paw pads, and mouth are purple‼️ crusher is still working on a way to fix that effect HEELP

he does in fact understand human gestures and basic language somehow, but doesn't speak it (he usually responds with pants and/or barks and etc.)

he is incredibly strong. like sooo strong he can push over heavy machinery/equipment with the help of another officer (probably effects from the hypospray)

him and spot are also like best friends i don't make the rules they met and immediately were companions

the comm badge on his collar does in fact work and can be used to track his location in case he gets out of geordi's quarters, or otherwise stated (he usually escapes when something is wrong)

i've had this idea ever since i watched the aquiel episode (which was about a month ago) and i hope u guys like it 😭‼️ i also have a fic i'm writing for it but it's still a wip, i might post it to ao3 so be on the lookout o_< here's some more little doodles for it!!!!!!

please pleeassee ask me abt this btw this au makes me soo insane /GEN HEELPP

#geordis birthday au #star trek #star trek fanart #star trek tng #st:tng #the next generation #data soong #geordi laforge #daforge #rozz's arts #digital art #traditional art

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the-mercs-as · 3 months

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mercs as dog breeds? I have some ideas

Scout: greyhound, whippet, or border collie (self explanatory)

Soldier: treeing walker coonhound (stupid, great at his job)

Heavy: black russian terrier (big, bulky guard dog)

Medic: saint bernard (common search-and-rescue dog that is normally not that active)

Pyro: golden retriever (silly dog!! also responsible for a huge portion of all dog bite reports)

Spy: maine coon (cat breed. closest cat you can get to a dog, similar temperament and size to a small/medium dog)

this is coming from someone who is obsessed with dogs so. yeah.

We have done the Mercs As dog breeds! It was interesting to see your take, however - could definitely see Scout as a whippet

#suggestions

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wolfoftheblackflames · 17 days

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Hello misfits! Your favorite sass master here with another fic! Well I've got several I'm working on but its been awhile since I've posted one to here eh? Enjoy!

Living through Hell: Hazbin Apocalypse AU Pt.1

“Reginald stop the car!” A female voice cried as the driver who was named Reginald looked back at his mistress briefly.

“Of course, Miss Morningstar!” He replied as he soon brought the large black truck to a skidding halt in front of a lone store. “I suggest hurrying, m'lady. we don't want to linger for too long with the hoarde of zombies nearby!” He watched as the tall blonde woman exited the 2015 Knight XV.

Out of the corner of her eye, the woman spotted a grey camo Hummer with wings painted on the hood and the letters U.S.H painted on the sides speeding off with two people laughing, flipping the building off. “Assholes..” She muttered but went inside since her radio picked up a distress call.

The building used to be what looked to be a sub fast food place named Hellway. The blonde looked around and spotted the back room with a trail of blood leading to it. “Shit, they might be hurt pretty bad…”

The groans of zombies outside made the woman move quickly and quietly as her black combat boots trekked along the broken debris. “Mierda…” She blinked hearing a voice. “Bet those fucks didn't notice I snagged their fucking radio, ammo, and supplies..”

A soft groan escaped the owner as they soon turned their head towards the door opening. “Oh shit… You look worse than I thought.” The owner saw the blonde in the doorway and moved back wincing. “Hey, I'm the one who got the distress call, I'm here to help.”

“Gracias…”

The blonde looked over the wounded figure, a woman who looked to be in her early twenties with beautiful short brown hair, and a soft light brown eye since the other one had been gouged out. “This should do, for now, but I'm going to get you outta here ok?”

“Don't forget the backpack over there too, it's got stuff for you..” The brunette wheezed, pointing to the grey army backpack to the side.

“Thanks, I'm Charlie by the way.” The blonde replied, wrapping the bleeding socket with bandages and a gauze. This earned a slight yet very cute smile making Charlie blush a bit.

“Vaggie… I know sounds dumb right?” The brunette winced, but the sound of glass breaking made her move into Charlie's arms showing there was more wounds on the back. “We gotta move now!” She whispered growling.

Charlie shook her head to clear the gay thoughts as she soon grabbed the heavy army back with one arm, and the smaller woman with the other showing how strong she was underneath her tattered white button up. She soon bolted with both. “Reginald, start the truck now!” She shouted, making the elderly man in the driver seat nod. “Right away Miss Morningstar!”

Two dogs both being beautiful black border collies jumped and opened the side door, letting their owner jump in without much hassle. “Nicely done Razzle and Dazzle!” Charlie cooed at her boys.

Reginald soon punched the gas pedal as a hoarde of zombies rushed them, he managed to shake three that managed to latch on off. “Not bad old man.” Vaggie smirked a bit but looked really weak. She was perched in Charlie's lap in the backseat since the latter tossed the bag to the side.

Charlie fished out the first aid kit that was hidden in the back compartment underneath the luxurious display of a flat screen TV, a gaming console, a DVD player, and an inner radio set up. She started using a cloth to apply pressure to the wound on the back, making Vaggie hiss. “Just stay with me, okay?”

“Those look like hooked machete cuts, m'lady. The blade is jagged, so those wounds won't be easy to heal without major scarring.” Reginald replied, making Charlie growl.

“Assholes, why would anyone do this?”

“You're sweet, but listen, word of advice? Don't go helping everyone you meet, you'll be bled dry in this hellhole..” Vaggie winced but due to blood loss she passed out.

Charlie blinked but gave a soft look. “I know but if I can help someone I will..” She muttered as the drive was a long one.

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Her mind drifted to the people she tried to help. Some brushed her off and snapped for getting in the way; others straight up demanded the goods she was carrying. It saddened her that she had been forced to use violence on multiple occasions, giving her the reputation and the nickname The Demon Princess for her prowess.

Those eyes drifted out the window as her eyes watched the rocky landscape go by as Reginald made sure to keep the drive quiet and comfortable.

On the drive back, Charlie's mind wandered to before the Apocalypse four years ago, she and her parents were happy and out on a hunting trip. While she hated the fact they killed cute animals, it meant spending time with her mother and father who were always all over one another. Her father Lucifer was the head of Pentagram City, a place where each district was named after the seven deadly sins, as a way to get back as his old friends since they casted him out when he decided to help his wife Lilith, a well known crime boss who refused to bow down to anyone.

Charlie smiled remembering her aunts and uncles, they were so nice to her if some were a bit strange. Though when Lilith disappeared one night, the whole world went to shit. Some blame Lilith and Lucifer for unleashing an apocalyptic nuke on the world, others revered them as gods of worship. Both sides left a bad taste in the blonde's mouth. One hand others scorned her and her family, trying to dupe, outwit, or possibly kill them, while the other half were creepy cult fanatics who acted like the seven sins forming new communities within the old ones.

Reginald was one of the old servants of the Morningstar manor, a kind elderly gentleman who felt like a lovable grandpa. He taught Charlie to shoot, scavage, and survive the new world when her own father went into hiding. He was often dressed in a casual black suit with a white shirt, and black bowtie. His wife Ester had died of old age prior, but was Charlie's nanny. The old man often spoiled Charlie too, saying that she was like his own grandchild, and was very protective much like the dogs Razzle and Dazzle.

The butler looked sadden seeing his mistress deep in thought, and yet she was being so caring despite the trauma she had. “M'lady it seems we've possibly gained a new ally. At least it won't be just us four anymore.” He piped up, making Charlie come out of her thoughts. “Makes this old man happy to see you have a friend close to your age..”

“Mhm… I hope so..” The blonde replied with a soft look. Her eyes were a rare trait. They shined like rubies alongside her beautiful platinum blonde hair and pale skin. She resembled someone with albinism to some degree. It made other children steer clear of her despite how friendly she appeared.

Reginald was the first outsider to call her cute and charming, he remembered how he found her curled up in his black suit jacket one stormy night since her parents were away that weekend. He smiled fondly at the memory. Another memory was Charlie's first suit since she wanted to dress more masculine and be seen as more like herself than some prissy noble doll. He smiled watching the teen wear a very cute red suit which mimicked what Lucifer used to wear. “You've grown so much M'lady, it makes me very proud and teary.”

Charlie giggled as the truck drove up to a small abandoned red brick house that was their base. The dogs easily jumped out first as Reginald carried the backpack inside alongside the rifle his mistress used. “Well I do have the best grandpa.” She teased carrying in the unconscious Vaggie.

He smiled at the comment and went to gather the medical supplies to help the patient. “I assume you'd like to handle it, Miss Morningstar?” He asked as Charlie nodded. “Alright then, I'll go cook us something.” He left the small bedroom leaving his mistress alone.

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Charlie got out some water that had been purified and poured it into a small bowl, she then dipped a cloth into it. “This might sting a little..” She spoke while gently removing the blood soaked bandages on Vaggie's face. She winced seeing the empty socket but carefully wiped around it since an infection there could prove deadly.

The latter hissed as her good eye opened slightly. “Sorry!” She heard Charlie say as the blonde flinched back. “So how bad is it?” Vaggie asked as her stomach churned from the headache.

“W-well..” Charlie scratched her cheek a bit. “There's a few jagged marks since an x was carved into it, it seems like whoever did this was brutal, Reginald says it was the work of a machete.” She sheepishly stated, though, applied rubbing alcohol to a clean cloth. “I need to disinfect it…”

“Do what you gotta do. I can't move anyway..” Vaggie groaned, closing her eyes, making the x on her left eyelid seen even more. Charlie felt bad seeing it, but she then rolled up a free cloth. “Hmm?”

“Bite down on this..” The blonde offered since it was better than biting the tongue.

“Gracias…”

The process of cleaning the wounds was long, but the pain did keep Vaggie awake, though she was grateful for the cloth she was biting down on. Charlie got to the smaller woman's back and blinked, her eyes widening in horror. “Fuck…” She breathed, seeing the lacerations. “You're seriously one tough woman since you've managed to survive with these wounds…”

This earned a soft chuckle from Vaggie, who then winced feeling Charlie apply a medical gauze to her back. “I used to live with people from my military days, and was also the youngest female soldier there too.” She replied looking back. “They were not the nicest to say the least…”

Charlie winced at the last comment but then blushed a bit. “Sorry but um… Could you move your arms up, please?” She asked as Vaggie chuckled.

“Aren't you polite.” The Latina playfully teased with a soft smile, though she did move her arms to the best the wounds would allow, since Charlie had to wrap her torso. “Wh-what, it's only natural to ask when doing this?”

“Unless the person is out cold?” Vaggie smirked, teasing her some more.

“Hey, you were bleeding from the eye! I had to do something!” Charlie defended looking like a pouting puppy. She soon re-wrapped Vaggie's left eye again with a fresh gauze and bandages. The two were seen laughing a bit as Reginald came in with dinner as it was almost nightfall.

“This is my butler Reginald, he drove us here.” Charlie gestured to the older man.

“A pleasure my lady. It seems M'lady has done quite well patching you up too.” He smiled seeing the handiwork.

Vaggie eyed him a bit, but found he wasn't a threat since he didn't look at her with that gross objectifying gaze Adam usually had. “Vaggie..” She replied, but looked away since he reminded her of the elderly couple her old gang had bullied.

“A lovely name for a young miss. Now please you must be hungry, so eat up.” Reginald commented with a kind smile to his warm green eyes.

Charlie smiled and took a bowl from the tray Reginald was holding. “First bowl is yours, Vaggie.” She grinned, making the smaller woman blink. “Oh uh thanks..”

Reginald took his food with him as he left the girls seeing how Vaggie looked a little uncomfortable around men. “Poor girl.. Though I have to wonder why that Hummer was there in the first place.” He pondered and decided to look into it.

That night the girls rested well with the pair of dogs beside them, though Reginald gasped at his findings while using the high powered radio. “United Sanctuary of Heaven?” He blinked since his master Lucifer had belonged to such a place. “The Exorcists Platoon?” He nodded hearing that it was the group that drove the army issued Hummers. “M'lady I hope you know what you're doing…” He decided not to report this to his mistress just yet, as he trusted Charlie's judgement.

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The info weighed on Reginald during the month it took Vaggie to heal fully. He wanted to ask the girl about it, but saw she was still a little skittish around him. Charlie and the dogs not so much. “Miss Vaggie, I found this in the basement awhile ago. Would you like it?” He asked, trying to make friends with her.

Vaggie blinked as in his hands was a powerful 12 gauge Ithaca 37 shotgun. “No way!” Her eye lit up seeing it. “That's a 1933 model, where the fuck did you get this?!” She actually smirked holding the pump-action gun.

“It seems the owner of this house loved his guns, I've found a 1982 AutoMag .44 magnum as well.” The butler smiled, showing the gun on his belt.

Charlie blinked, looking over after hearing that adorable squee. She had her mouth agape hearing Vaggie going off about guns and weapons and finding it fun to discuss with Reginald, who was smiling. “Huh…” The blonde found this to be really cute as her blush deepened. “Ah fuck, I think I might have a crush..” She watched the short haired brunette with a ramble on with a beautiful grin. “No c'mon Charlie, you've only known this girl for a month and your lonely ass got attached.” She muttered and scolded herself.

She remembered the month that had gone by clearly, from the cleaning of the wounds while sneaking a peek at that gorgeous lightly tanned skin with small freckles along the back, shoulders and nape, to the quick catches and gentle touches she had given to Vaggie's skin when the woman was about to fall. Charlie grumbled remembering how focused and hot she looked when test firing some BB guns to get back into shape. She sighed and went to do some light training in the backyard as a way to clear her head.

Vaggie soon looked around for Charlie to gush and show her new shotgun too like a kid with a new toy. But what greeted her lone eye was a sight to behold. Charlie kicked the bottle that was placed on a dummy clean off with her right foot. She looked like she barely broke a sweat and super focused. “Dios mio…” Vaggie watched since she only ever saw the friendly puppy dog side. Reginald noticed and playfully walked away since he didn't want to spook Vaggie.

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Charlie kept at it for an hour and easily left the dummy she was beating up a huge mess. She sighed with her mind still filled with gay thoughts. She grumbled and went to practice her shooting not knowing her crush was watching her from inside the house. “Towel m'lady?” Reginald came over after another hour holding up a small red towel.

Charlie sighed and took it gratefully, she wiped the back of her neck since her long blonde hair made it heat up a lot. “Sorry for the mess.” She replied sheepishly since due to her practice she left the backyard disheveled.

“No need to apologize, I'm just glad you're using the facility I've made.” The butler smiled as he walked past Charlie. He was at least a few inches shorter as his mistress was tall for her age. He smiled, remembering how the little princess was so small.

Reginald thought back to his time at the manor. He smiled when he thought of the first friendly grin he got from Charlie when she was little. He chuckled, cleaning up as more memories surfaced. Her giddy face when she went on a date with Seviathan since their fathers got them together, then her tears when the fuckwit broke her heart since he made her feel unwanted and ugly, and then the emo phase, what a sight that was. Reginald sighed as he tried to help her with the pain since her father seemed so distant with her as was her mother. He managed to coax her out of that phase as he reminded her of who she used to be.

He spotted Charlie in the present helping him with the chore. He smiled softly seeing that kind hearted girl he knew, however he couldn't help but feel saddened when he remembered how lonely she was. He sighed softly since for a time before the apocalypse happened he had been retired with his wife, which left the girl alone for several years as he wanted to take care of his family first. She understood but was still sad. However when the two were brought together again in this hellish world, he couldn't have been happier to return to her side. “M'lady you don't have to do this.” He replied though winced since his back was getting bad.

“Nonsense! Your back has been bothering you lately so this is the least I can do to help you Reginald.” Charlie replied seeing her butler rubbing a sore spot on his lower back.

“I blame myself for getting old.” He chuckled trying to make a joke. “You're too kind to an old fart like me.”

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Vaggie blinked having gone inside the house as she looked from the window seeing them, she felt a soft twinge inside as the two reminded her of her family back home, and the old platoon she cared for despite what the general and his lieutenant did to her. She moved away from the window as a tear threatened to escape. “Wasn't I one of the best there was, so why did they betray me? All I did was spare some survivors from their raid…” Her mind drifted to that day.

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“Hey Vaggie, check this out.” Adam smirked, pronouncing her name with a hard g. “A raider camp of filthy bastards prime for the picking. Shall we go see what we can find, eh Vagasaurus?”

“As long as I can test out this badass new machete, I'm good.” Lute replied, holding up what looked to be a thin bill hook blade.

Vaggie smiled at her two friends and then back at the squad of seven black and grey camo dressed soldiers, most being women. “Another set of raiders off the map is a good enough reason to me.”

Then it happened. The squad took down the ‘raider’ camp, which turned out to be innocent survivors who didn't pay Adam's ridiculous tax that made their area safe. Vaggie's stomach churned, seeing the glee the others took, taking down the small six man encampment. She spotted a woman and her child running into the Hellway and followed, not knowing Adam and Lute were behind her. “P-please mercy, we're not fighters at all!” The mother pleaded, holding her baby boy close.

Vaggie winced a bit, removing her grey camo helmet, which had a face mask painted to resemble a frowning demon. “I'm not here to hurt you, but you can't stay in here either. So run now, there's a miata three blocks down from here with half a tank of fuel left.” She ushered and watched the family bolt with a tearful thank you.

She sighed softly watching them go, but blinked hearing a bullet whizz past her head and nail the woman in the back. “What a bad thing you've just done…” A male voice spoke, making Vaggie's blood run cold. “Shame too, you were one of our best.”

“Stop!” She pointed her old military rifle at Adam. “Let the kid go now, or else a bullet goes through your fucking head!”

Adam laughed and shrugged, he did as asked so that Vaggie would drop her guard enough for Lute to swing that machete cutting both the old gun in half and her left eye in the process. “See I let the kid go since we're old friends. But now we got a problem, see?” His finger jabbed to the zombies approaching.

Lute grinned and turned Vaggie's face and carved out that eye causing the smaller woman to howl with pain and sent it flying for the zombies to catch the scent. “You'll be perfect zombie food since you caused this unnecessary commotion you little bitch.”

“Lute why..” Vaggie asked since Lute had been like family to her when she lost her own.

Adam laughed seeing Lute stomp on Vaggie's back. “Be sure to carve up those little wing tattoos on her back. I can't have anyone finding an exorcist dead.” He smirked as Lute was all too happy to tear up the mark of the Platoon making Vaggie suffer even more.

The two turned their backs to a wounded Vaggie, but she growled, refusing to die right there. She took her bowie knife and slashed the grey army bag off of Adam's back, and grabbed it swiftly when Lute ran out to start the Hummer. Adam, hearing only his loud laugh and zombie snarls, didn't notice it at all.

“He was always such a giant dumbass…” Vaggie huffed softly and soon used the radio in the back to call for aid.

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Vaggie shuddered coming back from her memories, she panted softly, her body trembling with cold sweat. “How am I still alive..” She muttered though quickly changed her demeanor when she heard the door.

“It's gotten dark out, but the clean up is done.” Reginald chuckled, retiring to his cot. “Good night ladies.”

“Night Reginald.” Charlie replied smiling. She soon lightly tugged at her shirt collar. “Man I'm sweaty, I think I'll go wash up.”

Vaggie blinked watching the blonde leave. She wanted to reach out but her hand stopped midway as her mind sneered at her. You've killed so many innocents, do you really think you deserve comfort? Those words sent a shudder down the brunette's spine.

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Upstairs Charlie used a wet cloth to wipe herself down, water was getting scarce in the area, same with food as she sighed. “We might have to move soon.” She looked over the list of supplies. “Medicine is also low, and the report of increased zombie activity is worrying me.”

While Charlie looked over the notes and jotted down more in an empty notebook, Vaggie was sitting downstairs trying to keep her mind off of the horrible daydream-like memory. The brunette sighed, closing her right eye as the other one had been sealed shut due to the scarring. “Hmm?” She opened her eye to see the two border collies looking at her. “Hey boys..”

The pups saw that tired strained smile, Dazzle nudged his brother Razzle to go get Charlie while he soon laid down on the couch beside Vaggie, plopping his fluffy head on her lap.

Razzle barked in affirmation, and dashed upstairs making Charlie yelp. “Razzle, you scared me!” She sighed, placing a hand over her racing heart. “Why are you up here boy?”

Razzle tugged on her sleeve, asking her to follow him, which the blonde did out of curiosity.

Charlie's heart sank seeing the tired gaze Vaggie had as the brunette looked up hearing footsteps. “Are you ok?” She asked coming over to sit down beside her while Razzle laid on the floor. “Sorry for saying this but you look like shit.”

“I feel like shit..” Vaggie replied not even hiding it since she was a terrible liar.

Charlie looked at her dogs, she knew animals had a keener sense for when something was wrong. She then smiled softly and got up, making Dazzle move as well. “I think a good night sleep in a soft bed will fix that, for a whole month you've been on that couch!” The blonde explained then she gave a cute devilish smirk. “Up we go!”

This made Vaggie yelp as she was scooped up by the taller woman. “Hey! I don't mind the couch, honestly!”

“Nope, you're coming with me.” Charlie started to walk towards the stairs. “And I won't take no for an answer especially since you look exhausted!”

Vaggie was about to open her mouth but closed it with a soft grumble. She was soon plopped down on the big comfy bed. “Dios mio, you're so stubborn..”

“Someone has to be since you've been pushing yourself ever since you were able to walk two weeks ago!” Charlie replied and gave a cute pout. She soon climbed into bed and held Vaggie close making the brunette blush a bit. “Besides you're cold aren't you, I'm seriously like a furnace so this works out too.” She lightly nuzzled into Vaggie's hair trying to hide her own blush.

Vaggie never really had been this close to anyone, even back with her old group, everyone slept in shifts to keep an eye out for zombies, and raiders. She had taken it upon herself to repay Charlie back by being her own watch dog since her senses were used to it. “I guess…” The brunette muttered but couldn't ignore that pleasant apple scent and warmth that came from Charlie. It put her at ease as she leaned in lightly nuzzling those breasts.

This sent Charlie's mind into a bi-panic as her blush darkened as much as it could since she was like an albino. “Night Vaggie..” She smiled softly with her heartbeat quickening.

It felt so right to hold her, more than it ever did with her ex boyfriend as Charlie soon fell asleep hearing that soft reply. “Night Charlie…”

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Somewhere in the early morning Charlie awoke slightly feeling a bit of fidgeting in her arms. The scent of lavender clued her in as to who it was. “Mmhn?” She opened an eyelid and looked down.

During their sleep, Charlie had moved from laying on her side to laying on her back taking Vaggie with her as she saw the smaller woman nuzzle closer into the crook of the blonde's neck. Her tired eyes stared at the beauty cradled in her arms with a dopey smile. “She sure is cute, even when asleep.” She muttered giving a soft kiss to Vaggie’s head. That sleepy motion instantly awoke Charlie who had an ‘oh fuck’ look. Relief went through her as she saw that Vaggie hadn't woken up. “Calm your lonely ass down girl..” She laid back on the pillow mentally kicking herself.

It was another hour before Vaggie would awoke with a soft groan and very cute yawn. “This isn't the couch..” She mumbled, blinking away her sleepiness. “Too cozy and warm..”

“Um thanks?” Charlie replied awkwardly as Vaggie blinked only to look down at the cheeky blonde. “Ack!” She backed up, moving to the foot of the bed making Charlie laugh.

“How long were you awake?!”

“An hour, I couldn't move you since you kinda just nuzzled into me?”

Hearing that Vaggie blushed and groaned, hiding her face with her hands. It was so awkward but a part of her was annoyed she left that cozy spot. “It's your fault for being a good pillow!”

“Why thank you.” Charlie kept that playful grin showing her teeth with slightly long canines. “How would you like to rate your sleep, Miss?” She teased.

Vaggie whacked her with a pillow making Charlie laugh and snort. She couldn't resist laughing along since that smile was infectious. “Jerk… But fine, it was honestly the best I've had alright?”

“The best huh?” Charlie smiled but then gave a softer look. “You do look a lot more refreshed. But if I may, why are you pushing yourself so hard every night to keep watch for zombies? Razzle and Dazzle plus the jingling cans we've set up are already doing that job for us so we can relax.” She asked, since she's seen the dark circles under Vaggie's eyes.

Vaggie shifted awkwardly, lightly playing with some of her hair since it had gotten a little longer than the short bob she had previously. “I used to be a watchdog for my previous group and it's just a habit by now. But if it helps protect you princesa then I don't mind being alone at night.”

Charlie puffed up her cheeks with a cute growl. “Well then break that habit please, you're not my personal guard Vaggie, you're my friend, best friend if I'm honest..” She replied poking Vaggie on the nose.

The brunette blinked, though a soft smile graced her lips. “I’ll try but no promise though. Never know when it could come in handy.” She chuckled but squeaked when Charlie brought her into a big hug.

Vaggie chuckled a bit and patted Charlie on the back, she however started to feel her stomach twist with guilt. However the taller woman moved back and got up with a grin, and started to move away from the bed. Vaggie watched her get ready but had to look away since when Charlie bent over, she got a nice view of that cute butt. “Fuck she's really cute.” She mumbled but couldn't help it as she looked back again seeing the light framing Charlie's figure.

“Thank you!” She cooed nuzzling Vaggie.

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Though that was short lived as the dogs started barking. “M'lady! We've got a problem!” Reginald called, making Charlie pick up her Hawken rifle and dash downstairs followed by Vaggie with her shotgun.

“Shit, how did so many get past the cans?!” Charlie hissed seeing several zombies banging on their makeshift fence, she soon spotted why as the set up had fallen apart. “Great…”

“If we use our guns it'll draw even more, so let me handle this!” Vaggie growled then smirked, grabbing a harpoon off the wall. “Perfect..”

Reginald blinked seeing Vaggie easily jump onto the platform before the fence and started stabbing at swiping with reckless abandon. “That crazy girl…” He growled as one went for a bite on Vaggie, he had no choice but to shoot it with his pistol. “M'lady grab everything we can take, and get to the truck!” He shouted as Charlie nodded whistling for her dogs.

Vaggie danced around the grabs but stumbled as the platform crumbled. “Shit!” She tried to get back as a zombie with a huge gaping jaw and jagged teeth tried to bite her. “Get away from my granddaughters!” She heard Reginald roar and blasted the zombie in the head while pushing Vaggie behind him.

Charlie gulped but pushed her foot hard on the gas pedal making the truck rush forward as she ran over several. “Sorry!” She called hearing the crunch. “Now's not the time for that!” Vaggie replied watching the house disappear from view.

He was bitten on the forearm making Vaggie's eye go wide. “Reginald!” She yelled but watched as he fired his gun at the zombie and jumped down. “Don't worry, just run!” He pulled her along as the duo jumped into the truck. “DRIVE M'LADY!”

(Heyo! Hope you enjoyed my 5K word chapter ^^)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #oc #human au since its zombies #zombie apocolypse au #hurt/comfort #adam is a dick #hazbin hotel adam #lute is bloodthirsty #hazbin hotel lute #starmoth #rainbowangel #Vaggie likes weapons #charlie is a bi disaster #flustered charlie is fun #awkward vaggie is fun #badass girls

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My Everlasting Light AU

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. What might have happened if they had met as children all those years ago on the farm? A modern day fairy tale complete with junimos and wizard magic!

Notes: This is the origin of the title of my longfic, an old tale I've recently felt compelled to rework. It's a lengthy story (approx. 8000 words) so please bear that in mind when reading

Synopsis: Two troubled children form a bond that is quickly put to the test by fate, family and the magic of the valley

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Demetrius, Robin, Maru, Other Original Characters (grandparents/parents)

Contents: Established Relationship (married), Childhood Friendship, Innocent Love, Bonding, Family Dynamics, Drama, Trauma, Magic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

Warnings: Small mentions of childhood abuse

Tags: @kissingtruth It's not cherry blossoms in Pierre's store but I hope you find something to like in here...

A Dream I Once Had

"Be careful you don't trip," Lily said as she followed Sebastian down into the farm's basement. She flicked the light switch at the top of the stairs but the bulb was so dim it barely made any difference and she let out a little huff of self-recrimination. She had always meant to do something with this place but had been so busy with the farm ever since she moved here that the cellar had seemed less important.

"It's okay," Sebastian laughed as he made his way down with the first of the boxes they were putting into storage. "You know I'm used to stairs like this, I spent most of my adult life till now in a basement, remember?"

Lily watched him fondly as he tucked the boxes away on the many shelves that lined the walls and turned to take the ones she was carrying.

"You shouldn't have brought so many on your own, sweetheart," he chided her gently. "You have me to do all the heavy lifting!"

"I know, Sebby, I'm sorry!" She smiled, wondering if she would ever get used to the fact that he was her husband now. They had only been married for one week and she still felt happiness bubbling inside her every time she woke up and saw his sweet face sleeping next to hers. She gazed giddily into his eyes as he took the boxes from her, then let out a little gasp of surprise as one fell from the stack and hit the floor with a thud.

"Oops," Sebastian quickly knelt down to rescue the spilled contents. "Hope there was nothing breakable in here!"

Lily joined him on the floor, determined to bring her hoover on their very next visit. The amount of dust! Dear Yoba! They probably should have cleaned before they decided to move stuff down here but they were trying to make more room for Sebastian's belongings and hadn't planned much further ahead than that.

"I think it's just some things from when I was a kid," she said, picking up a few items. She laughed under her breath when she opened the folding picture frame in her hand and saw the two images inside. "Look…" she tilted it towards Sebastian. "It's me when I was little."

Sebastian cupped her hand and gazed at the photos. In one, a tiny, nervous looking girl with a mass of dishevelled auburn hair peeked out from behind a broadly smiling white-haired man and woman, and in the other the same girl could be seen with her arms around the neck of a grinning border collie, face so buried in the dog's fur it could hardly be seen.

"You look just like me when I was a kid," Sebastian chuckled. "I hated having my photo taken too." He stared thoughtfully at the pictures. "Are they your grandparents? It's weird, I never really met them even though they lived in the same town. "

"It's not surprising," Lily said wistfully. "My gran died a long time ago and I think grandpa kept to himself more after that." She touched the photo gently. "I know it doesn't look like it but I was actually happy here on the farm with them, the memories I have from that time are pretty much the only good ones I have of my childhood." She sighed. "When I was five, my dad had a feud with them and moved us away. I never saw them again after that."

"Don't worry, love," Sebastian said softly. "We're gonna make plenty more happy memories together, just you and me."

Lily smiled gratefully up at him then looked away and sighed again.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, Sebby, I really don't…" she sounded anxious, frustrated. "For some reason I feel like there's something I should remember, something about when I was little."

She returned her gaze to the ground and he saw her twitch as her eyes fell on something else that had fallen from the box.

"Oh!" She reached out and picked it up, cradling it carefully in her hands. "It's this! I'd totally forgotten I even had it! And it's so pretty too…"

He looked at what she was holding. It was a pine cone, but not just any pine cone, this one had, against all odds, opened in such a way that it almost perfectly resembled a tiny flower.

"Woah!" he exclaimed. "It looks just like a rose! Who would have thought that a pine cone could look like this?"

"I know…" her voice was dreamy, distant. "I remember this now… I used to always keep it with me when I was small even though I could never remember where I got it from..."

Sebastian felt a twitch run through his own body at her words, like a dormant memory was stirring in him too. "You know what?" he said, "I think I have something similar. Hang on a minute!"

He hurried to the boxes he'd placed on the shelves a short time ago, feeling all of a sudden like he was on a burning mission to find something vitally important. Heart pounding, he finally found the right box and lifted the lid, rooting inside until his fingers closed on the item he suddenly remembered with startling clarity.

Eyes wide, he turned to Lily, hand outstretched, and in his palm sat a stone shaped in such a way that someone with a good imagination could have decided it looked exactly like a little frog.

"Oh Seb!" Lily looked from her pine rose to his stone frog, saw the expression on her husband's face and knew that he remembered too…

Demetrius rapped impatiently on the door of the farmhouse. Where on earth was this Mrs Donnelly Mayor Lewis had told him about? He needed someone to take care of Sebastian as soon as possible. The damn boy was just too much for his wife to cope with right now.

His stepson, as though feeling his animosity, squirmed in his grasp and Demetrius frowned and tightened his hold on the boy at the same time as he raised his hand to knock at the door again. Before he could, however, it opened before his glowering gaze and a tiny, white-haired woman with wide hazel eyes stared out at him, a sweet smile on her good-natured face.

"So sorry to keep you waiting," she beamed up at him, wiping her hands on her apron. "I was busy making pastry and had to wash my hands. What can I do for you?"

"Rose Donnelly?" Demetrius snapped, never a man to bother with social niceties, even when he was asking for a favour, which he was about to.

"I am indeed," the woman nodded and smiled some more, noticed the sullen boy at his side and directed an even warmer smile his way. "And who might you two be?"

"I'm Demetrius Dawson, this is my stepson, Sebastian."

"Oh, you're the new people who moved into that house up in the mountains! I'm so pleased to meet you! Clifford and I meant to come up and greet you this weekend, that's one of the reasons I've been baking and…"

"Yes, yes," Demetrius interrupted. "That would be lovely but I'm in a hurry right now. I really came here to ask if you could babysit Sebastian for the next few weeks, my wife is trying to cope with our ill daughter, Maru, and I'm afraid Sebastian here is being rather troublesome and demanding. Mayor Lewis said that you enjoy looking after children and I am willing to pay you for your time."

"Oh, that won't be necessary," Rose held out a hand to Sebastian, who seemed completely flummoxed by her kindness and turned his gaze resolutely to the floor. "It can be hard when your sibling's ill, can't it, sweetheart?" She looked up at Demetrius again. "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of him for you. You just come back for him when you're ready."

"You're sure? He can be rather an awkward child. Very moody and…"

And now Rose interrupted him, a little frown finally finding its way onto her face. "No need to worry, Mr Dawson, he'll be just fine with me, I assure you."

"Very well then, I'll leave him in your care." Demetrius looked down at Sebastian, who kept his gaze firmly on the ground. "Behave yourself, young man. If I hear you've given Mrs Donnelly any trouble…"

"As I said, Mr Dawson, he'll be fine. Please go on back to your wife!" Rose took hold of Sebastian's hand and shooed his stepfather away as though he were the awkward child.

Demetrius gave her a look that could've sliced glass then turned abruptly on his heel.

"I'll be back for him this evening."

"Goodbye," Rose called after him, smiling wryly to herself at the almost uncontrollable urge to add a 'Good Riddance!' to that.

When he'd gone, she looked down at the child standing so quietly at her side. He was a beautiful boy, maybe six or seven years old, with jet black hair, pale skin and large, dark grey eyes that seemed far too full of sadness for someone so young.

"Now then, Sebastian," she looked down at him and he looked back up at her unblinkingly. "How would you like to come help me make an apple pie? My poor apples are going to be burning in the pan thanks to your mean old stepdad! How about you save them for me by stirring them while I finish my pastry? I could do with a good little helper like you!"

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly at her mention of his mean stepdad and she laughed as she guided him into the kitchen, set him on a stool and gave him a spoon to stir apples that were actually perfectly fine and not even cooking anymore, not that he needed to know that!

She looked over at him as he studiously stirred the apples for her. He was so like her Lily in manner that it was uncanny.

"How would you like to play with my granddaughter when she gets back from whatever she's up to?"

He looked over at her curiously and she smiled at how silent he was. She was used to this kind of thing.

"I think you might like her. She's a lot like you."

His face twitched ever so slightly.

Rose chuckled to herself. To think there were two of them like this. It was almost as though they'd been made for each other!

She looked up at the clock. Nearly dinnertime.

If anything brought Lily home it was usually hunger.

Lily paused outside the farmhouse door and hugged the happily panting dog next to her for reassurance. She was really hungry after a full day playing on the farm but she had a terrible feeling that her nana was not going to be very happy when she saw the state she was in. She tried vainly to rub some of the mud off her dungarees and frowned when she saw that she had not only made it worse, but now had mud all over her hands too.

"Um… Laddie?" she looked worriedly at her grandpa's old collie. "Do you think she's gonna be mad at me?"

Laddie tipped his head to one side and let out a small bark. Lily's frown deepened as she noticed that Laddie was just as dirty as she was. She looked up at the door with a calculating gaze. Maybe if she snuck in unnoticed…

It was worth a try. She fastened her hand around the handle, gently eased the door open and managed to tiptoe precisely one step before she heard her nana's voice raised in dismay.

"Lily! Oh my Yoba! What on earth have you been up to, you naughty girl?"

Sebastian looked up from his current task of helping lay the table to see Mrs Donnelly rushing across the room towards what he could only assume was some kind of forest spirit. A tiny creature covered in mud, sticks and leaves with a mass of auburn hair flying every which way immediately turned and tried to flee back out of the door through which it had just come.

"Oh for heaven's sake! And Laddie too!"

A border collie that had at one point in its life been black and white bounced madly around the escaping forest creature and Sebastian gaped in disbelief as the tiny old woman who had been so nice to him somehow managed to snatch up both dog and creature, stowing one firmly under each arm.

"You two are coming straight to the bathroom with me! If Grandpa catches you both in this state there'll be trouble!"

The tiny creature wriggled frantically in her grasp as she turned and headed for a nearby door.

"Sebastian," she looked over at him with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry about this naughty granddaughter of mine!" She tightened her grip on the squirming bundle which immediately ceased its movement on catching sight of him. "I have to go give her a bath right now, why don't you go into the living room and look in our bookshelves? I'm sure you'll find something there you'll like while I deal with this."

Sebastian gaped in even more disbelief at the now quiescent creature.

This was Mrs Donnelly's granddaughter?

He'd never seen anything like her in all his life!

"You're coming with me, young lady!"

Two wild, bright eyes peered unwaveringly at him from beneath the mass of hair as he watched them disappear through the doorway. He stood very still for a moment, wondering what on earth had just happened, then shook his head and made his way through into the living room. Books always made him feel safe and he needed that more than ever these days.

Sebastian couldn't help but stare at all the food on the table. This was more than he'd seen in ages. His mom hardly ever cooked these days, she was so worn out from looking after his sickly sister all the time.

"Now don't hold back, you help yourself, lad!" boomed the grizzled old farmer who had appeared on the exact chime of six o'clock for his meal. "There's plenty to go around and a boy needs to grow up big and strong in order to work hard!"

Mrs Donnelly smiled indulgently at her husband as the small boy shrank back in his seat. "Now then, Clifford," she said, "there's no need to shout, you're scaring him." She gently took Sebastian's plate and started to fill it with food.

"I'm not shouting!" the old man boomed even louder and began to pile his plate high. "Just offering the young 'un some good advice, that's all!" He looked around the table, noticing the empty chair at one side. "Where's that granddaughter of mine? Doesn't she want her dinner?" His plate of food was now teetering dangerously.

"She does, dear. I think she's just a little shy." She laid Sebastian's plate in front of him and nodded towards the door. Sebastian looked in the direction she indicated to see two faces peeking around the corner of the doorframe. One belonged to a cheerily grinning collie dog and the other…

He blinked… who was that?

Long, wavy auburn hair surrounded a tiny face with big hazel eyes and a pink, rosebud mouth. As soon as it saw him looking its way it immediately disappeared back around the corner, pulling the dog along with it.

"Lily?"

Sebastian's eyes popped. He quickly tried to recover himself, forcing his face to blankness again.

That was Lily? The weird forest creature he'd seen earlier?

The old man looked over at the doorway and clucked his tongue impatiently. "Lily! For goodness' sake girl, what are you doing out there? Come on in here right now!"

The face did not reappear.

Mrs Donnelly's forehead creased in consternation. "Now Clifford, don't be like that. You know how she is. I'll take some food out to her."

Clifford frowned impressively. "You'll do no such thing, Rose! She needs to start acting her age for once!" He turned towards the empty doorway, fixing it with a fierce glare. "Did you hear me, Lily? No food for you till you come in here."

A tiny little scrap of a face inched around the doorway again, a more daring doggy head panting beneath it.

"That goes for Laddie, too! No food for him either unless you come to the table! You don't want to see poor old Laddie go hungry, now do you?"

The little scrap looked sadly down at the dog which lifted its head to lick the scrap's face.

"Oh Clifford, leave the poor little mite alone, just let me take her some food later."

"Ah... Rose, she has to learn. It's for her own good!"

Sebastian watched as both faces retracted again. He felt a little core of anger growing in him at the man's words. How often had he heard that same thing directed at him? For your own good! According to Demetrius, him learning to be less reliant on his mother was for his own good too. So often it seemed to him that adults said that when what they really meant was that it was good for them!

He let out a little growl under his breath and then, before he even realised what he was doing, climbed to his feet, picking up his plate from the table as he did so. His gaze fell on a bowl on the floor full of biscuits and dogfood with the name 'Laddie' painted on it in bright red ink. He picked that up as well and walked slowly over to the doorway, setting both plate and bowl carefully down before pushing them gently through to the other side. He heard a small gasp of breath and then the cutest little pixie in existence darted into view, snatched up his offerings, dazzled him with the brightest smile he'd ever seen and ran off leaving him totally and completely stunned in its wake.

Rose relaxed gratefully in her porch rocking chair. It had been a long, tiring day and the tiny form of her granddaughter was a warm and comforting presence in her lap. Never one for the spontaneous hugs and affection of her other grandchildren there was nonetheless something about the motion of this chair that seemed to soothe her and the usually reserved little girl would happily spend all night curled up quietly until sleep claimed her.

Rose treasured these moments more than any other.

"Nana?"

She looked down, surprised to hear her speak.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"That boy that came today…"

"Sebastian? What about him, love?"

"I like him."

"That's good, Lily. Then be kind to him, because he's just like you."

"Like me?"

Wide eyes peered curiously up at her.

"Yes," Rose smiled sadly, remembering the off-handed scolding the boy's stepfather had meted out on collecting him. A scene she was all too familiar with for other reasons. Not for the first time in her life did she wonder how anyone could be so casually cruel to something so small and innocent. "He's missing the love of his mommy and daddy too."

She sighed and lifted her gaze to the stars, so lost in her adult thoughts that she didn't notice the expression of hope and wonder that crossed her granddaughter's face.

Sebastian sat in the orchard pushing along the big wooden train from the set that Mrs Donnelly had given him. It was a clunky, old fashioned thing, probably from the woman's own childhood, but he found it strangely soothing to play with. He tried to focus all his attention on it, tried not to think about the fact this his mother seemed to care only for his sister Maru now.

Only for his sister and not for him.

He felt something treacherously close to tears well in his eyes and scrubbed angrily at them.

Boys weren't supposed to cry, after all.

He heard a little sound to his left and turned to see Mrs Donnelly's granddaughter, Lily, standing nearby, staring at him shyly, one foot twisting nervously on the ground behind her. She was wearing an orange sweater and blue dungarees, her hair was a wild array of waves around her face and her seemingly permanent companion, the old farm dog, Laddie, was panting good-naturedly at her heels.

He gaped at her, feeling awkward as he always did around other children, wishing desperately he knew what to say or how to act.

For a long moment they just stared at each another then she gave a little jump, as though suddenly remembering something, and held out her hand to him.

"I want you to have this," she said, her voice, the first time he'd heard it, high, sweet and light. "Because you look sad and I want you to be happy."

He looked at her open palm. In it lay a funny shaped stone that looked just like…

"A frog!" he exclaimed. Where had she found such a treasure? And why was she was giving it to him?

"I knew you'd see it too! Doesn't it look just like one?"

He took it from her, turning it over in his hands in wonder. "It does," he looked up at her. "Are you really sure this is for me?"

She looked at him, eyes sparkling. "Of course it is! Do you like it?"

"Yes," he said quietly, wondering why those earlier tears felt like they were returning. "I like it."

"Oh yay!" Lily clapped her hands together. "I'm so happy! Let's play, but not here! We'll go play in Grandpa's flower garden, it's so pretty! He may be scary sometimes but he has the greenest thumbs ever, there's nothing he can't grow! Oh, and then we could go play with the bunnies, Grandpa says he keeps them for their fur but I know that's a fib because he's not an animal farmer anymore, he keeps them for me to play with when I visit!" She tried and failed to wink at him, then started bouncing up and down. "Oh, oh! And while we're there we can pick some berries, the salmonberries are growing right now, they're wild so we can eat as many as we like! Ooooh, and the pond's down there too! We can look for tadpoles, there's loads right now! And then we can play with Nana's kitty, Bella! She's so soft and fluffy, she has blue eyes and she's a pedi… pedi… um…. she's special and really friendly, she loves pets just as much as Laddie! Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, c'mon!!"

She grabbed his hand excitedly and, dazed but delighted, Sebastian allowed himself to be led away.

All of sudden it seemed to him that the light had been turned back on in his life and its name was Lily.

Rose carefully opened the door onto the porch and tiptoed out, smile crossing her face at the sight that greeted her eyes. Laddie lifted his head from his paws at her approach and she bent to gently pet him while looking fondly at the two children sleeping in a tangled heap together on her rocking chair, fluffy Birman cat purring contentedly beside them. Her smile grew wider as she noticed their berry-stained mouths and the jar of tadpoles at the foot of the chair. She climbed to her feet, cast one last glance over their slumbering forms, the way their tiny hands were clasped so firmly together, and then she turned and walked back inside.

She had never seen Lily open up to anyone the way she had to this boy. Well, his stepfather would be along soon enough to collect him and for now she wanted nothing more than to allow those poor children as many moments of peace and happiness as possible.

Lily hugged herself excitedly as she waited for Demetrius to bring Sebastian over for the day. She didn't like the man at all, he was big and tall and had a cold face, but his arrival meant Sebastian's arrival and that was something Lily wanted more than anything in the world.

She had never really had a friend before, always spent all her time alone, had learned at a very young age that other people were not to be trusted. Other than her nana and sometimes her grandpa no one had ever really been kind to her. The last few weeks in Sebastian's company had been the happiest of her life, his quiet, gentle nature made her feel so safe and content that when she was with him she could forget…

She pursed her mouth and folded her arms determinedly… no, she wasn't going to think about those things right now, not with Sebby due to be here so soon!

She heard the sound of a car door slamming and bounced her way into the kitchen just in time to see her nana open the front door and a furious Demetrius immediately start shouting and gesticulating wildly.

Fear surged through her at the sound of his anger, it reminded her far too much of those things she wanted to forget.

She shrank away, instinct demanding she flee, but her gaze was caught by Sebastian's face, by the look of utter loss and despair in his eyes.

Suddenly she found that she couldn't run away, wanted instead to run to him…

Because she knew just how he was feeling right now…

Had felt that way so many times herself.

"Mr Dawson, please, he's just a child!"

Lily cried out as Sebastian wrenched himself from his stepfather's grip and charged back down the path from which they'd come.

"Sebby!"

She couldn't let him go without her!

"Come on, Laddie!"

She streaked forwards, ducked under the reaching arms of the adults and shot out onto the path after her friend, a black and white dog-shaped blur following quickly in her wake.

Voices rose behind her but she paid them no heed, all she cared about right now was catching up with Sebastian and being with him again.

"I think we got away from them," Sebastian put his hands on his knees and paused to catch his breath. They had run all the way past the ranch and deep into Cindersap Forest before they'd finally come to a halt. He looked up to see both Lily and Laddie laid flat out on the ground panting for all they were worth. They looked so funny collapsed next to each other that, despite all that had happened to him that day, he started to laugh.

Lily pouted. "Don't laugh, Sebby, you're a boy and that means you can run faster than me!"

"What about Laddie, though?" he grinned. "He's a dog. What's his excuse?"

"Laddie's really old," Lily sat up and put her arms protectively around the dog who promptly painted her face with a big lick. "He's like ten or something, that's positively ancient!" She looked up at him and her face fell. "What happened, Sebby? Why is your daddy so mad at you?"

Sebastian's grin vanished. He glared at the ground, kicked a stone viciously into the air.

"He's not my dad!"

His glare became more intense and Lily, feeling a little scared, hugged Laddie even harder.

"What do you mean?"

He sat heavily on the ground and let out a sigh. "He's not my real dad. He's my stepdad. My real dad's gone."

"Oh." Lily edged closer to him, trying to peer into his face. Was he still mad? She couldn't tell. But she wanted to comfort him. "What happened to your real dad?"

"He left."

He looked down at her and she was shocked to see tears in his eyes. She didn't know that boys cried too.

"He left two years ago. He didn't care about me. Then my mom married Demetrius and they had my sister Maru and now my mom doesn't care about me either."

"Sebby…" Lily took his hand and held it. She didn't know what else to do to help him.

"I hate Maru!" he blurted. "She took my mom away from me, she's all anyone cares about now. Poor Maru, take care of poor Maru, she's so sick, keep Sebastian out of the way!" Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Well, today I took her medicine and I poured it down the sink and Demetrius found out and he hit me… and my mom didn't say anything, she just sat there, with Maru and… and…."

His voice trailed away, lost in misery. He pulled his hand away from hers, buried his face in his palms.

Laddie, sensing the children's sadness, licked them both gently.

"Sebby," Lily began to shake next to him, suddenly remembering all the things she didn't want to remember. "I… I know how you feel. My daddy hits me too."

He turned to look at her with wide, surprised eyes, tears halting at her words.

She fixed her gaze to the ground.

"He drinks this funny smelling stuff," her voice was tiny. "And then he gets mad and hits me and sometimes my mommy, too. I feel scared all the time I'm home because I never know when it's going to happen."

She was shaking so hard now she didn't think she could stop, almost jumped out of her skin when two boyish arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

"Don't worry, Lily," Sebastian's voice sounded determinedly in her ear. "I'll look after you. We'll live together in the forest, just you and me. We don't need the grown-ups anymore!"

She looked up.

His face was so close to hers she could see every detail of his eyes.

They were beautiful.

Then his mouth pressed against hers.

It was so soft…

So warm…

She lifted her hand to her chest.

How could something hurt yet feel so wonderful?

She saw the same tender confusion in his gaze too…

"Sebby…"

"Lily…"

He blinked and then smiled so sweetly she felt that wonderful hurt return once more.

"Come on," he stood up and offered her his hand. "I read a book that said there's a magical tower somewhere in this forest. Let's find it and make it our new home!"

"Okay," she returned his perfect smile and wrapped her fingers around his.

She could think of nothing she wanted more than to live in the woods with him. Safe in a place where no one could hurt them ever again.

Demetrius and Robin sat at the Donnelly's kitchen table, the young, red-haired woman shaking and sobbing inconsolably as Rose and Clifford looked on helplessly.

"Now then," Clifford chewed uncomfortably on the stem of his pipe. He didn't like dealing with other people's domestic problems. "They're only wee bairns, they can't have gone far. We'll find them. I've already got Lewis and Willy out looking for them and I'll be joining them in just a minute."

"I'm sorry, Robin. I shouldn't have lashed out at him like that, it's just… ah, he made me so angry, that was his sister's medicine after all!" Demetrius looked stricken, trying and failing to find some way to soothe his wife.

"It's not your fault, it's mine! I should have done something, said something!" Robin wailed, clutching her crying infant daughter to her chest. "Oh, he's just a child, he doesn't understand!"

"Don't blame yourself, dear," Demetrius laid an awkward arm around his wife's shoulders. "Sebastian has been nothing but trouble since Maru fell ill and…"

"But he's my son, Demmy! And he needs my attention too. Oh, Sebby, I'm so sorry! I promise, if you come back I'll never send you away again!"

Demetrius fell silent as he wife rocked back and forth, Maru's tiny face growing redder and redder at her mother's distress. Rose and Clifford exchanged meaningful glances.

"Look after the Dawsons, love," Clifford sighed. "I'm going out to join the search. We'll find them, don't you worry."

The door slammed shut behind him and all that could be heard in the kitchen were Maru's angry wails and her mother's despairing sobs.

"This tower must be really deep in the forest." Sebastian looked around, frown creasing his forehead. He didn't want to admit it but he was starting to worry. The trees seemed a lot thicker and denser now than when they'd started, he could hear weird scuffling sounds from all directions and everywhere he gazed it seemed that something was lurking in the shadows. He shivered. It was cold too. He looked over at Lily, wrapping his fingers more closely around hers, trying to be brave for her sake. She seemed to have shrunk into herself over the last hour, even Laddie looked subdued, head drooping, tail hanging squarely between his legs.

"I'm sure we'll find it soon," Lily shakily declared, her little mouth quivering. A bird squawked nearby and she jumped, squeezing his hand so tightly that he yelped in surprise.

She let out a sob at his cry. "Oh, Sebby, I'm sorry…" her face fell and her sob became a wail. "Sebby! I'm scared, Sebby, I'm scared… waaaaaaaah!"

Sebastian stared at her, aghast. Oh Yoba, it was true. He couldn't deny it any longer. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know where they were or how to get back home. His heart sank into his boots. This was all his fault. He shouldn't have been so mean to Maru, shouldn't have run away like that. He looked at Lily, tears pouring down her face, pretty hazel eyes screwed tight as she bawled her fear into the uncaring forest.

He shouldn't have done this to the one person he cared for in the entire world.

"Lily, it's… it's gonna be alright."

He tried to convince her, convince himself.

And then, in that moment of complete helplessness, something fell softly to the ground beside him.

He glanced down and stared in disbelief at the pine cone that had dropped at his feet. Perfectly impossible at this time of year, yet there it was, a tiny wooden flower, every petal so exquisite it were as though some forest spirit had carved it…

...for Lily.

It had been made for her.

He knew it.

Without a shadow of a doubt.

He knelt to pick it up, a sweet, golden silence descending as he lifted it towards her, stilling his precious love's tears in a heartbeat.

"Lily, look, it's for you, it's just as pretty as you are."

Time stood still as she took it in her hand, her face a beacon, he could see little coloured shapes flitting at the edges of his vision, hear tiny chirps of otherworldly music, like some special magic was being set in motion and all that existed was him and Lily… he wanted to hug her again… started to climb to his feet… then everything shifted, tilted, warped, the coloured shapes cried out in fear and a tall, leaning tower covered with thick green moss and vines slammed into being before them, a hooded owl glared from a high, peaked roof before soaring down towards them, a terrible screech leaving its beak and suddenly it seemed as though every twig within a hundred mile radius snapped at once, wind tugged violently at their clothes, a dog howled and they screamed and clung to each other as a deep voice boomed through the air.

"This won't do, this won't do at all! I cannot allow mundanes to see my abode!"

Darkness clapped down on the world and when light returned where once there had been two children and a dog now sat a man in long purple robes, a mottled owl perched docilely upon his shoulder.

"Children were much more well behaved in my day," he muttered to himself, before climbing to his feet and heading towards his tower.

"Where are we?" Lily's voice was a tiny quaver in the darkness. He could feel her huddled next to him, shivering in fright. "What happened?"

"I don't know." He bit back a whimper. "It's too dark to see."

"Sebby, I'm scared of the dark!"

He beat down his own fear, filled with a desperate need to assuage hers, and reached into his pockets. He always carried a box of matches with him, along with an array of other items that only a child would deem useful.

He pulled them out and quickly struck one. A flare of warm light shot up and he could see Lily's panic-stricken face but little else. He looked up. Wait, was that a trapdoor just above them? He pushed against it but it refused to budge even an inch. The match fizzled out and he let out a cry as it burnt his fingers.

Lily squealed as they were plunged into darkness again, clinging to him in terror. "Sebby! Don't let the light go out, please!"

He looked down, unable to see her, but knowing she was there, aware of her warmth, the beating of her heart, her tears soaking his t-shirt. He should have been afraid, but he wasn't, all of a sudden he felt incredibly strong, strong for her. He would protect her. That was his job.

He lit another match and she let out a sigh of relief. Their eyes met in the little cone of light.

"I won't let the light go out, Lily," he said softly.

"Isn't it burning your fingers?" Her bottom lip trembled.

"It doesn't matter." He put an arm around her and she burrowed closer.

"Put your hands over your ears, Lily," he said. "I'm gonna get us out of here."

She obediently covered her ears and he lifted his head and started to shout.

He didn't know exactly where they were, but if anyone was nearby he would make sure they were heard. He smiled as Laddie barked along with him, didn't even wince when the match went out, scorching his fingers again, he simply lit another one and carried on shouting.

He would keep the light on for Lily until they got out of here. No matter how much it hurt.

The forest spirit chirped loudly at the wizard and he frowned as it bounced on his doorstep, refusing to let him back in his tower.

"Yes, I know you were about to show them the way out, but, foolish sprite, in so doing you also revealed my tower to them! Now don't worry, they're quite safe and will be found soon. I know who they are and what they will become. I've been watching them, both now and in the future, for a long time."

The spirit bounced more meaningfully, waved an angry little arm.

"Well, I'm sorry if I scared them, but they needed to be scared! This is not a place for mundanes to be snooping about in, least of all ones of such small stature."

Bounce. Chirp.

The wizard sighed.

"Yes, I told you, I know who they are. They're the ones who will take over the farm in the future. Yes, I am aware of how important that land is."

CHIRP!

"Very well, I will send her grandfather there now!" He snapped his fingers in the air. "There, it's done. Now stop your blasted chirping, I need to return to my meditations!"

Sebastian's voice was growing ragged, his fingers raw and throbbing from all the matches he'd held, so when he heard the sounds of the trapdoor grating open above them he almost cried with relief.

"There you are! I told Lewis we should never have let this old community centre fall into such disrepair. It was only a matter of time till something like this happened!"

"Take Lily first," Sebastian called up. "She's really scared."

"Of course." Lily's grandpa held out a hand for his grandchild. "Come here, love."

Lily looked from Sebastian to her grandpa and back again, then locked her little arms so firmly around him that he didn't think she was ever going to let go.

"Sebby, Sebby!" she cried his name as her grandpa prised her away and he could only stare up after her, afraid, though he didn't know why, that he was never going to see her again. Then he was being lifted up too and they were being examined by the town's doctor, fussed over by parents and grandparents and before he could do or say anything he was being dragged down a path and bundled into a car, finally managing to cry out that he would see her again tomorrow for sure.

He heard her calling desperately for him as the door shut and his earlier fear returned. He struggled to get out but was held back and then they were driving away and he felt panic grip him as never before.

He knew something bad was going to happen, he just knew it…

"I'm taking Lily away."

Clifford frowned at his son and quietly closed the kitchen door. His wife had just gone to bed and he'd be damned if he'd give her any more upset today.

"David," for once he tried to speak softly. "You're being unreasonable. Lily is fine, nothing bad happened to her."

"Nothing bad happened? You let her run off with that young hoodlum! What if it happens again? What if you don't find them next time?"

Clifford's frown grew sterner. "If you really cared so much about Lily you'd stop all your drinking and…"

"That's none of your business!"

"It is my business, you're my son and that's my granddaughter. You act like you care so much and yet you treat both her and her mother like dirt."

"Yoba dammit! I'll not stand here and listen to this!"

"Keep your voice down! You'll wake your mother!"

"I don't care! Lily is never coming back here again and that's final!"

Lily sobbed alone in her room. Her father had locked her in when he brought her back, angry with her constant crying and demands for Sebby. Her mother had been too tired as usual to offer any help and her beloved nana was far far away now and could no longer rock her to sleep.

She picked up her little pine cone rose, remembering when he had handed it to her.

Pain flared in her chest.

She wanted him.

Wanted him more than anything.

Was she really never going to see him again?

"Sebby!" she wailed desperately and, out in the night, a little spirit chirped miserably and went flitting away from her window.

"What do you mean, Lily's not coming back?" Sebastian glared at his mother as she sat on his bed next to him.

Robin lifted a hand to smooth his hair away from his face. Her poor boy. He'd never been very good at making friends and now the one friend he had made had been taken away from him.

She sighed. Things had been so difficult since Maru had been born. She was such a sickly child, always demanding so much time and attention, and Sebastian had already been suffering ever since his father abandoned them both. Was there anything she could have done better? Guilt gnawed at her as she looked at her son's indignant little face.

"I mean she won't be coming back to the farm again. Her daddy took her away and…"

"Why?"

Robin's hand dropped limply to her side. How could she possibly explain this to a six year old?

"Sebby, sometimes adults have to…" she groaned internally. "You wouldn't understand…"

Sebastian shot to his feet. "I understand, I understand just fine! You adults take everything away. It's not fair!"

He darted past his mother and out into the hallway, wrenching open the door to the basement, half falling down the stairs till he threw himself in a corner and curled up into a ball, rocking himself while he stroked the little frog-shaped stone he'd pulled from his pocket.

"Lily," he said softly and then his tears started to fall.

A soft chirp echoed his tears and a sudden breeze momentarily lifted the dust on the floor.

"What's that you say?" The wizard looked up from his bubbling cauldron. He had never been so bothered by the junimos in a long time.

Chirp, chirp, chirp…. chiiiirp!

"Have they now? Hmm, I see…"

He stopped what he was doing, raising a hand to rub thoughtfully at his beard. Well. Here was something he hadn't foreseen. He had witnessed much of Sebastian and Lily's future, how vital the two of them would be to the revitalising of the land to the north, but, for some reason, the mists had not shown him this. He glanced down at the madly bobbing spirits before him. He could understand their agitation. Although he professed little concern for the mundanes he was not completely without a heart.

"You are quite right, my little friends, this does seem unnecessarily cruel. Very well. I shall cast another spell." He turned to his almanac and leafed through its pages until he found the right one, whereupon he began intoning a string of archaic sounding words before waving his hand in a slow circle around his head.

Chirp?

"I can do little to change the way their lives must unfold, nevertheless I have cast two spells which may offer some help. The first, a simple spell of peace and dreams to ease their immediate pain, the second a shroud of deep forgetfulness so that to all involved it will be as though they never met."

Chirp!

"Not to worry, it won't last forever! They and everyone around them will remember again when the two items come back together. For now this is all the succour I can give them."

Lily and Sebastian ceased their crying and looked in wonder at the item they held in their hands. Whatever it was that had made them so sad was gone for now and in its place was a little glimmer of peace and hopefulness, that one day there would be a bright light in their lives and all they had to do was wait for it. Both of them closed their fingers around their treasure and fell asleep where they lay, dreaming… dreaming of a distant future…

"Oh Seb!" Lily dropped her pine cone rose to the floor and flung her arms around her husband. "It was you! I remember now, all those years ago!"

Sebastian let his stone frog fall from his fingers and pulled her close. Lily. His precious Lily. How much she'd meant to him then. How much she meant to him now. This explained everything. He knew her. Had always known her. Always loved her.

"Lily," he sobbed into her hair. "I always knew… knew you belonged to me!"

"Sebby, oh Sebby! Thank you!"

"What for?" he choked on his tears, searching out her face, desperate to see her, touch her, kiss her.

"For being my everlasting light!"

Then they were both sobbing, kissing and holding each other as tight as they could. Husband and wife. Together forever. Just as they were meant to be since time began.

The spirits bobbed happily in an unseen corner before silently disappearing.

The world came full circle once more.

And everything was finally, perfectly complete.

~The End~

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Right so you've said to ask for more so here I am BEGGING please can we have more of the 2p yandere's accidentally punishing their darling for the knife hiding thingy? And if its okay can we have the 1ps reaction as well? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE AND YOU DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE TO DO IT AT ALL NO PRESSURE 💃💃💛

(Y/N) mumbled curses into her fingers. Nails bent and cracked with each insult uttered under her breath like a cursed spell.

Yet, there was no magic behind her words. For if there was such power within the woman, she would not be stuck in this dark, padded cell. Instead that ancient relic who claimed her as not only his lover but scorned her as a cunning thief would be sealed in her stead.

As her mind created bloody visions of suffering for what she could only deem an entity of sorts, the padded cell’s door groaned.

The bright light created black spots in her vision as her tormentor’s form became visible.

She watched as his quiet footsteps sank into the cushioning. Unbothered by it as he stalked closer using his eyes to hold her still like a border collie to a lonely ewe.

“Are you ready to confess?” He pressed as he leaned down to (Y/N)’s curled form.

With bared teeth, she spat. “I don’t know where the damn knife is.”

The nation sighed as he stood back to his true height, head shaking in disappointment as it went. “I guess you’ll need a few more days.”

“But I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” (Y/N) screeched as he left. Shutting the door once more with a bang. Sealing her again in a world of darkness.

1p Canada: Matthew sighed heavily as he stepped onto the wooden floor of his cabin living room. With heavy hands, he turned to close the basement door with the decoy bookshelf door. Silencing his maple’s false cries of innocence.

For a moment he hesitated, with his pale hand on the shelf. Fingers in the faint groove that could easily open the passage. Take (Y/N) away from her demons. Warm her cold bones in his arms.

But he couldn’t.

Not when the knife was still gone. Not when there was a chance of a successful escape.

Slowly, he allowed his weight to drag his hand away from the shelf. Shuffling away from his beloved, Matthew’s eyes glanced around the modern cabin. Looking for a simple task.

In the corner, by a grey barn-style door was a basket full of colorful furs. As Matthew approached them, he recalled how he had painstakingly removed them from their hosts. Prepared their hides to be made into a wedding gift for his bride-to-be.

Maybe, Matthew thought as he shifted his weight, working on (Y/N)’s gift would ease his mind. If only for a small time.

Like a man bogged down by tragedy, Matthew leaned down to lift the basket. Grunting as he moved the large container into his arms, but before he could find a comfortable hold he froze.

The loud clatter that caused it sounded like metal hitting wood.

No, Matthew thought, as he gazed at the shining metal. It was his missing hunting knife.

When Matthew realizes that he’s the reason the knife disappeared, he acts quickly. Throwing the fur into his workshop, and the knife placed on the beat-up worktable. He double-checks that it’s in plain sight as he hurries to the kitchen.

He makes a hot meal and prepares a warm bath before collecting you. Once you’re upstairs, he gives you the option of a bath or meal. Whichever you pick first, he gives with no questions asked. Though he makes up for his mistake, he doesn’t let you lift a finger. Instead, he feeds you and washes you with a gentleness that makes you shiver.

And for a while afterward, he’s a lot more lenient. Just don’t ask for your freedom, he can’t give you that.

1p America: Though (Y/N) couldn’t see it, Alfred leaned his head against the cool, metal door that kept them apart. Frowning as he heard her villainous venom.

He wasn’t sure how long he had stayed there, heart aching in his chest as he longed for her to repent. When a loud beep and rough vibration caused him to snap to the present.

Scrambling, Alfred grasped along his belt for a little, black pager. Pulling it off like it was hot, he looked at the screen and saw the number of his secretary. He bit back a groan as he moped away from his tortured sidekick.

As he climbed the cement basement stairs to the main floor, he turned to the right. Following the hall until he reached his office.

Once inside the patriotic-themed room, he sighed as he slumped in his black gamer chair. Arm slowly reached out to the black rotary phone on his redwood desk.

With the speed of a constipated turtle, Alfred dialed the number. As the rings trilled in his ear Alfred shuffled through the stacks of documents on his desk. Just as the phone’s rings changed to the monotone of his secretary, he noticed a flash of red.

Curious, he leaned closer as the secretary’s voice became like elevator music meant to be ignored. His empty hand slid the white sheet to the right, revealing something that made his own skin match the paper.

His letter opener.

“Jenkins,” Alfred said, his voice tight. “I’ve got to go.”

Alfred’s gonna be torn at first. He now knows your innocence, but this could be a chance to make you more obedient. Ultimately, he decides that you’ll spend one more night in the basement, but that you’ll receive a reward for being so good while stuck inside.

When he journeys down the next day, Alfred gives you a small smile as he apologizes. Saying he found the knife and that he was foolish for thinking you would ever go against him. As you get ready to spit in his face and call him all kinds of foul names for his stupidity, he pulls you into his arms. Cradling you as he promises his gift will make it up to you.

That gift is a small, caged patio. It has some plants, grass, and a nice porch swing that bounces when you sit on it.

If you voice your displeasure and tell him off for his lame attempt at forgiveness, Alfred will get defensive. Telling you to be grateful, that one his punishment wasn’t more severe and two that he at least is trying to make it up to you.

Egypt: Abubakar rolled his eyes as he listened to her fading insults. He hoped a few more days in the modified ruins would pull the confession from her, or else he may have to resort to more physical methods.

His shoes scraped against the sandy floor as he made his way through the labyrinth of halls. Calmly he walked to the top, the hot, desert sun blinding him for only a moment as he reached for his gray suit to pull out dark sunglasses.

Within two clicks, Abubakar was in his car. Driving back to the city, though (Y/N) never fully left his mind.

He couldn’t understand why she refused to submit. He offered her everything from power and riches to his body and possible immortality. Yet, the woman remained unfazed, maybe even more determined to leave him.

Sighing as he reached his complex, Abubakar exited his car with the grace of a cat and just as elusively went to his penthouse.

As Abubakar opened the heavy door, a small chirp from his black, Mau greeted him. He smiled softly as she intertwined herself with his legs before running off to her tree.

He watched with tired eyes as she skillfully climbed to its middle level. Meowing at him to come and give her affection there. Like a dog to their master, he obeyed and gave her a couple of scritches under the chin.

As she flopped around, trying to find the best spot for his fingers to scratch, Abubakar noticed something glinting in the dark lair of the condo.

His petting slowed as he reached for the object. He quickly recoiled when his hand made contact. Seeing the healing cut, Abubakar reached out again, this time slower and more cautiously.

He pulled out a dark obsidian knife. His heart dropped when the jewel-encrusted handle matched the one, he accused his darling of taking.

When he realizes his mistake, Abubakar collects you. Placing your tired body on a bed of pillows and silk. While you recover, he puts together a business contract. If you are smart, then you’ll sign. Essentially, it states that signing is you forgiving him and agreeing to the NDA of the incident, then you’ll be given the option of an outing or any material object that you desire. Though, should you pick a trip home or your freedom, know it's on borrowed time. For the contract states you’ll be returned to him after one week.

If you choose not to sign, Abubakar will let you know that he will be tending to you. This way he can assure no one learns of his mistake and that you receive the best care. After all, what brings a couple closer than a little TLC?

Scotland: With his Bonnie Lass sealed once more, Blaine’s calm façade broke as he punched the wall. His fist caused the stone to crack upon its impact. Sparks flew from his mouth, lighting the dark hall like fairy lights as he panted.

For a few moments that was the only sound that accompanied his lass’s screams for release, until his fire could no longer be contained.

Blaine yelled and cursed as he stomped through the halls. His magic turned the sparks into puffs of flames as he cursed. The blaze licked the stone like an overexcited dog as it ate away at the small amount of foliage in the old basement.

As he paused and watched as the small infernos moved through the basement. Bouncing like he had in the room as it attempted to grow. To his luck, each flame flicked and died like unloved mayflies.

Blaine ground his teeth, he needed to calm down before it was too late.

Huffing, the Scotsman walked out of the basement and into the large, wet fields surrounding his home. His head swiveled as he gazed out and over the big fields.

In a moment, Blaine’s vision zeroed in on three cows grazing in the distance. Their fluffy fur was more ruffled than his red hair.

Whistling Blaine got their attention as each paused and turned to their master. With a simple head tilt, he pointed them toward the barn.

When he reached the barn doors, his babies were already there. Rubbing against him as they mooed for pets and chewed on his khaki pants for treats. Blaine smiled and felt the fire fade with their positive attention.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get you girls brushed.” A loud chorus of moos seemed to celebrate his promise of pampering. “Then you can have treats.”

He chuckled as his ladies forced themselves inside. Their tails flicked as they lined up by the shower stall.

A smile and an eye roll as the cows continued to vocalize and do little stomps as he gathered the necessary supplies into a grey bucket.

As Blaine reached for a detangling spray, his hand froze.

In the spot of the product was his missing knife. Its silver metal glinted in the red light of the setting sun.

He could only ask himself one thing.

What had he done?

Blaine’s like Allen in that he drops the knife on the floor and is in a trance-like state as he faces you. The guilt is obvious, though he doesn’t want to vocalize it. Quietly, he frees you from your confines and returns you to the main house.

Once he’s sure you’re comfortable and patched up, he’ll leave you for the day. Tending to his cows while he berates himself for acting too quickly and not being as careful with the placement of his knives.

If you were to escape, now would be the time. Since if he sees you running, he’ll let you go, but only for a few days. He wants to be sure that your punishment for that isn’t confused with his last mistake.

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