#i felt like i was struck my a bolt of lightning when i saw these

[scientologisabethmoss]

not to be demented on main, but the fact that these ~$1000 jennifer behr “violetta” earrings from FW2017 are not available for purchase online, like, ANYWHERE - including secondhand sites like ebay/poshmark/depop - is truly my villain origin story.

[lecsainz]

A headcanon of Percy Jackson x reader daughter of Zeus, where he has been in love since the first day he saw her, and he had also recently arrived at the camp, please

˒ ⌕ SHE IS LIKE THUNDER

parings: percy jackson x zeus!reader

an:I know I disappeared, forgive me 🤧, but picture me writing this at 3 AM, dying of sleepiness after watching the last episode of PJO, AND ANNIE USED THE NICKNAME 😭 THIS EPISODE IS STILL TOO MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS!!!!

summary: the one where you're a daughter of zeus, exploring your relationship with percy.

( my last work || my last work for riodanverse || go to main masterlist )

You and Percy crossed paths during one of your training sessions. Luke was giving Percy a tour of the camp, and when Percy laid eyes on you, he halted abruptly, as if struck by lightning. For some inexplicable reason, he felt an urgent need to know who you were, as if the gods themselves demanded it.

Percy's eyes widened as he observed you from across the training grounds. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing a finger in your direction. Luke suppressed a chuckle, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Her? Oh, that's Y/N, daughter of Zeus." Percy squinted, trying to decipher your actions, as you accidentally summoned a small lightning bolt that fizzled out near your feet. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Does that happen often?" Luke grinned. "Only when she's particularly excited, which, by the way, is most of the time. You should see her during thunderstorms!" Percy blinked, watching as you waved sheepishly, causing another faint spark to crackle in the air.

You and Percy found common ground in venting about the gods upon his arrival.

"Hey, little thunder, how's it going?" Percy grinned. "Don't call me that," you replied, trying to keep a straight face. "I'm good too, thanks for asking, Lightning Rod," Percy joked, emphasizing his newfound nickname for you.

Attempts at using your powers together proved futile, as water and electricity didn't exactly make for a harmonious combination.

According to Percy, Cabin 3 was way too big for just him, and assuming you felt the same way about Cabin 1, he started a tradition. At 12:00, he'd show up at your cabin, asking to share it, turning into a routine of hosting pajama parties in each other's cabins.

After you discovered that your half-sister, Thalia, had been turned into a pine tree to save her, Percy couldn't resist teasing you about it.

"Do you think your dad would turn you into, what, a fountain? Or maybe a cherry blossom tree would suit you?" Percy grinned, enjoying the opportunity to rib you. "Jackson, shut up," you retorted, rolling your eyes at his antics. Later, when Grover and Annabeth intervened, trying to keep you two from frying each other, Percy couldn't resist a parting shot. He had soaked you with water from a nearby forest stream during the mission, leaving you drenched and fueling your desire to electrocute him. "Next time you want to electrocute Percy, make sure I'm not around," Annabeth teased as they separated you, noticing your soaked state. Grover, being the peacekeeper, started singing the song of friendship, encouraging both of you to hug it out and apologize. Percy, however, observed that you were shivering from the cold as you walked. Realizing this, he handed you his jacket, concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you stay wet like this," he said, offering you warmth amidst the chilly aftermath of your water-based altercation.

Since neither you nor Percy admit to having feelings for each other, you find yourselves in constant teasing and banter.

During a mission, you two start a squabble because you want to lead everything, and he just wants to do his thing or isn't paying attention to what you're saying. Grover and Annabeth exchange glances, seeking a way to mediate.

It takes a long time before you muster the courage to admit you have feelings for the son of Poseidon. You decide to confess first because, knowing Percy, it would take ages if you waited for him.

"Percy, I need to talk in case we don't get out of here." "Spark Plug, we're getting out of here; trust me." "I like you, Seaweed Brain." He stands there in shock, mouth hanging open, unable to believe that you like him back.

After Percy managed to confess that he also liked you, you enjoyed teasing him about his stunned reaction. But deep down, you were terrified that he might have said he didn't like you back.

Percy becomes incredibly protective of you.

"Touch her, and you'll be dead."

You love stormy days and spend hours on the beach with Percy because he can control the water, ensuring you both stay dry.

"Isn't it beautiful?" "What, little storm?" You pause, gazing out at the tumultuous sea, the waves crashing against the shore. "It's like the ocean is in harmony with this storm. It's as if they understand each other, finding peace in the chaos." "Maybe," Percy finally responds, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe storms and the sea have a way of finding peace in chaos because they understand that even in the wildest moments, there's a certain kind of order."

You appreciate the profound simplicity of his words, and in that moment, he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, you feel at home

[weird-is-life]

Forgetful

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: Spencer forgets about your date and you upset

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, use of y/n and pet names

Words: 1.3k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

You and Spencer were supposed to go on a date at 7. But as you sat in your apartment, looking at the clock, that showed 8.30, you knew there would be no date.

You called and texted him multiple times, nothing. He didn't respond. You didn't know, what he was doing.

There was no case he needed to fly out to, because he'd have called you, if there was one. You didn't know what else to do, than wipe away the tears at the edges of your cheeks and try to figure out where he was.

You called the first person, that came to your mind, Penelope.

"Hello?"

"H-hi, Penelope. It's y/n..." you said.

"Oh hi pretty, is everything okay?" she quickly responded.

"I just.... I just wanted to ask if you know where Spencer is?" you shamefully asked, you didn't want to bother her with stuff as stupid as that.

"Last time i saw him, he was buried under a pile of paper work. I don't know if he's still here, i'll go look-"

"That's okay, you don't have to go look for him" you said with slightly sad voice.

"Are you sure? Is everything okay-"

"Yeah, t-thanks Penelope" you hung up, before she even got the chance to reply.

You didn't need her to tell you, were he was. You were pretty sure, that he was sat by his desk, studying his files and completely forgot about your date.

It happened before, that he got too caught up in his work, that he forgot about time. He'd been late quite a few times because of it, but never when it involved you.

While you changed from the pretty summer dress, that Spencer loved so much to pyjamas, Penelope marched to Spencer's desk.

"What did you do?" she angrily walked up to him. Spencer lifted his red eyes from the file, he was reading and looked confusedly at her.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything" he puzzled.

"Why was y/n calling me upset on the phone, asking where you are" she put her hands on her hips and frowned at him.

Realisation struck him like a bolt of lightning, " fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He quickly scrambled to his feet and threw his stuff in his bag, "was she too upset?"

"If crying is too upset for you, then yeah. She definitely was" Penelope glared at him, " i don't know what you did, but you better make it right or i'll-"

Spencer ignored her, he practically bolted out of the room, when he heard, that you were crying. He didn't know, how he was going to apologise to you. The best thing he thought of were flowers, that he bought on the way to you.

When he finally got to the apartment, he found it completely dark, except for one little light coming from the TV. You laid on the couch, head turned away from Spencer, so he couldn’t see you face.

"S-sweetheart?" he softly called out, but you didn't move. You pretended to be asleep, hoping he'd just leave you alone.

But of course, he didn't. He cautiously walked to your side and crouched down to face you. There was no denying, that you were crying. Your cheeks and eyelashes were wet and Spencer felt like crying to.

It pained him to know, that you cried because of him. He felt like the biggest fucking asshole.

"Y/N?" he uncertainly said, hoping you'd just look at him. Your eyes stayed close, but he saw the movement of your closed eyes and knew, you weren't sleeping.

"W-will you just look at me, please?" he pleaded and you let out a silent sob, that you couldn't keep inside anymore.

"Please, j-just leave me a-alone" you groggily said and still didn't spare him a look.

"No" he said, Spencer's eyes started stinging, but he wouldn't leave you. 

At that you finally opened your eyes,"what do you mean no?" your face was puffy and your red eyes were looking quizzically at him.

"I mean no, i won't leave you, until we talk" he sat down next to the couch, "you can yell at me all you want, but please don't give me the silent treatment." He desperately looked at you.

"I'm n-not gonna yell at you" you sniffled and Spencer couldn't help it and hesitantly wiped away the tear, that was running down your cheek.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't know how it happened... I was reading the files and-and i guess i lost the track of time," he admited with shame, "there's no excuse for missing our date. You have every right to be angry at me. I'm always away and when i'm finally home i forget about our date. I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry, love. I'll leave you alone now if you still want me to, but i j-just wanted you to know how fucking sorry i am."

Spencer's cheeks were wet now, too and he waited for you to say something, anything really, but you only sniffled some more. So he got up and slowly walked away, "I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

He left you alone with heavy heart and a huge pit in his stomach. He knew how excited you were, when he told you, he was taking you on a date. And he pretty much ruined it.

He absent-mindly took a shower, brushed his teeth and laid down in the cold bed. There was no way the sleep would come, when he knew you were probably crying in the other room and the guilt was eating him alive.

Your sobs stopped a few minutes after he left and you suddenly felt so parched from all the crying. So in your need of some water, you went to the kitchen.

You were almost finished with a second glass of water, when you noticed the big bouquet of roses laying on the counter.

You curiously picked them up and noticed the small card put in between them. There was scrabbled in Spencer's messy handwriting a note, ' I'm so sorry, love. Please forgive me. I love you...'

Your heart melted a bit from it, but stubborn as ever, you didn't go to him and went to the bed instead. And as you laid there, looking at the ceiling, you couldn't fall asleep. Your mind kept running back to Spencer.

It was hard to sleep, when he was away, but it somehow felt worse now, knowing, that he was home, just in another room.

After a few hours, you just gave up. You forgot about being still angry at him and walked to the guest room. You didn't bother knocking on the door, just walked right in.

Spencer probbed himself on his elbows, when he notice the door open and your figure slip in. He immediately switched on the lamp, "Sweetheart, is everything okay?" he asked, a little worried.

"You are an idiot," you stated with a frown and climbed in the bed, "but i can't seem to fall asleep without."

You sat on the covers, looking everywhere but him. " Come here," he gestured for you to get under the covers and you did. You laid next to him and the slight distance between your bodies drove you both crazy.

Spencer broke first," I'm sorry again, baby. I didn't mean to h-hurt you," he let out a long sigh of regret.

One look at his apologetic face and the anger completely vanished, " It's okay, i know, you didn't mean to and i forgive you. I was just really looking forward to it." You gave him a small smile, which Spencer returned right away.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop with the sorrys and if you forget again, i won't talk to you for days" you warned him and he chuckled.

"I'm sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you" he finally tugged you close to his chest, happy smile on his face.

"You better. You can start by cuddling me all night tonight" you murmured to his chest.

"That will be no problem. I love you so much."

"I love you, too. "

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[arminsumi]

hiii! It’s me again! (i’m becoming your fan fr)

so, I wanted to came up with the idea that during the raid on Liberio (s4) armin meets the violetevergarden!reader who is marleyan weapon who got badly injured, and and first sees armin as a treat when he wants to treat her wounds ^^ i would like to see that also with Eren but i think it will be too much work for you…

i will thank you in advance, hope you have nice holiday! take care of yourself ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Marley's Guardian

Armin x fem!Marleyan!reader

Overview; Armin feels compelled to help you after you emerge from a fight with Mikasa and Levi badly wounded.

Contents; canon!au, fluffy angst, fraternizing

Warnings; major S4 spoilers!! injuries, war/battle setting

Note; i rewatched a bit of this show and cried, i forgot how beautiful it is. thank you for your lovely request my angel 🥰 you take care too!

p.s. i'd loveee to write this for Eren too but maybe another time hehe

"Keep your eyes and ears alert for her." Levi's voice echoed in Armin's head.

"Mikasa and I will be responsible for slaying Marley's Guardian. The rest of you stay far away from her. I don't need anyone dying on me tonight."

As much as everyone was bitter to admit it, you were the strongest enemy on the other side of the sea.

In the Scouts you were referred to as Marley's Guardian; known to be the soldier that protected them from taking a finishing blow during the Battle of Shiganshina.

Now the invasion of Liberio was at hand.

You were perched on the rooftops, alert and ready for battle when a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck the center stage where Willy Tybur was currently giving his impassioned speech.

You watched as his blood was squeezed out of him by Eren Jaeger. The roar didn't send chills down your spine, nor did its appearance frighten you. For you there was nothing to fear, except...

"Your mission is to keep Levi away from Zeke." your captain had instructed beforehand. "Avoid confrontation with two Ackermans."

Armin sat in a vacated apartment, watching out the window as you leaped from rooftop to rooftop and became smoothly airborne in the night sky.

Mikasa and Levi swarmed you, their hearts panging as loudly as yours.

Although you were Armin's enemy, he looked at you with amazement and awe in his big eyes. He was taken by you.

"So that's her..." he thought, watching your battle intently.

You moved swiftly and calculatedly, like a cat.

Armin's eyes struggled to follow you, they were darting around the night sky. Sometimes he lost you, and only found you again when he saw a flicker of ODM gear.

"Blood...?" he muttered under his breath when he saw you again.

You changed course desperately. It seemed like you were trying to escape the overwhelming fight.

You headed straight into the window of the vacated apartment building where Armin was hiding.

"Where is she going — !! "

He pulled out of sight just in time before you hurtled through the window with a violent smash.

The glass was pierced, shards flew everywhere. The sound of breakage and your body thudding on the wooden floor startled the atmosphere.

Armin flinched and reactively shielded himself with his arms as some glass shards struck his body. His cheek begun to bleed, a thin river of crimson ran down it.

He kept one shaky hand on his sword, ready to draw it. Knuckles white.

But his grip loosened when he saw you struggling to push yourself up with two hands.

It felt like a major moment when you and him looked at each other for the first time. For a second, Armin admired your beauty, albeit with a bit of bewilderment in his chest.

Your chest was violently heaving up and down. He could see you were pained by the impact of hurtling through a window, but injured by the fight with relentless Ackermans who now flew back hurriedly to Eren in the main battle.

You looked at him and he looked at you. Panting. Him less than you.

He lowered his gaze to your abdomen. "You're bleeding." he commented.

You didn't respond.

Armin cautiously approached where you limply laid.

"I just want to help you, I promise." the blond assured.

But as he approached you, you made a swipe at him and shuffled away like a cat. He very nearly got scratched.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he said earnestly.

His uniform was stained with blood, his blond hair bespattered with it too.

Armin drew closer. "You can trust me." he said.

He wondered why your eyes were still fearfully staring at him. Then he realized you were eyeing out his blades and gear.

"Will this help?" he dismantled his ODM gear and let it fall to the ground with a metallic thud. "I'm unarmed now."

The apprehensiveness in your face dulled out, but you still had a look of bewilderment as he came closer.

You felt puzzled.

He was a soldier, an enemy; a threat. So why did he show tenderness and humanity to you?

Slowly – for what felt like an infinity of a time – you let him draw closer to you.

He was cautious. Curious. Confused.

Cautious that you might try with your last bit of strength to kill him, but curious about if you would let your enemy treat your wounds. And confused, because he had no idea why he was betraying Levi's order's to stay away from Marley's Guardian.

"It's alright." he said comfortingly.

You remained still, your piercing eyes calculating his movements as he took off his military rucksack to retrieve medical supplies. It made him nervous to be your object of focus, even if you didn't seem hostile anymore.

When he showed gentleness in how he wrapped the bandages around you, you felt... well, you felt something, but you couldn't quite understand what it was or what it meant.

"Your name... what is it?" you asked him. You felt you just had to know his name, at the very least.

He looked up at you, his breath hitching. "Ah – ah, Armin." he said.

"Oh. The God of Destruction?" you remarked.

Armin felt awkward and awful. "I am the Colossal, yes." he admitted almost guiltily.

"That's very strange. You're the God of Destruction, but you're helping me. Why?" you asked blankly.

You seemed doll-like to him, he was absolutely intrigued.

"I... I don't know. I couldn't just leave you here to bleed out."

"But that's what you're supposed to do."

"I know, but I couldn't." he said, temporarily biting an end of the bandage.

Your blood got all over his hands and uniform but he didn't care.

"I don't understand." you furrowed your brows and began to tear up. It was all so confusing that it made you want to cry for some reason.

"Why are you treating me kindly?" you choked.

Armin forced himself to focus on wrapping your bandages or else he would have cried, too.

He breathed heavily as he listened to the battle outside continue.

"Why!"

He didn't answer you.

When he finished tending to your wounds and was sure that you could make it on your own, he disappeared after giving you a long, blue-eyed stare.

[444rockstargf]

i noticed a lack of kappa content too 🤨 if u r fine with writing kappa just hear me out on this (inspired by my c.ai convo with my own kappa bot)

kappa breaking into some random persons house just to steal but shes a bit of a night owl. he quietly walks to the living room and sees this adorable more than likely rich housewife (so yeah theres a tad bit of cheating.) anyways her husbands out for a few weeks for business and shes in her short satin nightgown, sat on the couch and watching tv. and then she sees the intruder and is like "AHH OMG WTF" (rightfully so coz bro BROKE IN) and hes like "my bad. didnt mean to startle you, doll." (coz hes flirtatious like dat) and he walks over and lifts her up, hand holding her neck tightly and he runs his fingers across her pearls, yanking on the necklace. the pearls dont fall ofc (coz real pearls have knots between each pearl to prevent them falling like that... my great grandma had a lot of jewelry and most were real pearls.) ANYWAYS BACK TO MY POINT !!! her husbands been gone for so long so shes getting a tad aroused and he notices coz he can feel the increase in her pulse and hes like "oh do you enjoy that?" and idk what else coz frankly my c.ai convo is very different from what i wrote

i had this exact same convo on c.ai omgg! i love ur requests sm u dont even understand

"im a little shy standing here in my nightgown." | kappa

playing dangerous. - lana del rey

female!reader x kappa

word count: 632

contents: cheating, home invasion

ps: i have an nsfw fic in my drafts that ive been meaning to get out that would go very well for a part 2 of this. yall should lmk if you wanna see it!

it was a dark and stormy night. Your husband was out of town for a while, which left you all alone in your giant mansion. even though you’d dreamed of living in a mansion since you were small, it got really lonely when there was nobody to share it with.

thunder and lightning bolted outside, making the entire house flicker with light for a fraction of a second. you were flipping through the tv channels, looking for something good to watch. the clock struck midnight, and at the same second, you heard glass in your house breaking.

you felt your heart stop for a moment. you look behind you, your body shaking with fear. all the windows behind you were intact, meaning that the noise came from something else. You tried reassuring yourself by assuming that the sound came from outside, when you felt a firm hand grab your chin.

you slowly turned your head to see the owner of the hand, and your blood ran cold. you screamed and tried to back up a little on the couch when you saw the weapon in his hand. He looks at you, a little smirk on his face. “sorry about that, sugar… i thought that you’d be asleep.” his voice was smooth like honey, making your heart beat a little faster. he started approaching you slowly. 

he smiles, showing his teeth a little. “dont be scared, doll. If you're good for me, then i won't have to hurt you..” he’s standing right in front of you. your body is trembling with fear. that’s when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. he brought you to a red velvet armchair and seated you on his lap, his eyes travelling down your body in your skimpy little nightgown.

he brought a hand to your neck, looking at the pearl necklace around it. “my, my… isn’t this precious…” he tugged on the necklace, seeing if it would break. he looked into your eyes, which were still fear-filled. “tell me, sugar… do you live here all alone?” his voice turned to a sultry tone. you tried processing what he meant by that, but he wrapped his hand around your neck, making you shiver.

“n-no… i have a husband…” he hums disappointedly at this. “well i dont see him…” you brushed your hair out of your face. “yeah. he travels for work a lot…” he starts cradling you in his arms, lulling you into a sense of comfort. “it gets real lonely here…” you didnt know why you were opening up to him. maybe it was because you knew he could kill you if he wanted to.

his eyes wandered down to your body, fully soaking in the beauty of it in your dark red nightgown. “this is a beautiful little gown…” he said quietly. He carefully ran a hand down your curves, making your body heat up. It had been a while since you’d been touched like this. You hadnt noticed that you were so deprived.

you take a moment to look into his beautiful blue eyes. they look like two cold pieces of ice. but they were sharp like a blade. his hands moved down to your hips, just barely lifting up your nightgown. “a woman as beautiful as you has no right to be all alone…” you feel your body fillign with desire. You had never been so needy before, but you just felt yourself melting into his touch more and more.

“how about i show you a good time tonight, sugar? would you be up to that?” he whispered into your neck, starting to bite it softly. you started thinking about how wrong this was, remembering your promise to always stay loyal to the man you loved, but you decided to let this strange intruder to have his way with you for the night.

author's note: im very tempted to post my other kappa fic, but yall should let me know. thank you so much for the request!!

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.101 Cash money

I took Kooper for a nice long walk, which was something we didn't do often. He was chill and required less physical activity than Rosie, so I always favored her when I wanted company on my jogs. Even though he could have gone without, he appreciated the time together and smiled the entire time. When we got home, Sophia was standing at the door giving me that look. I unleashed Kooper as quickly as I could and whisked her away into our love den. Being on vacation in a fancy house was cool and all, but nothing compared to our own bed. I think we were trying to show it how much we missed it and lingered there until our stomachs growled around dinnertime. Afterward, we attempted to settle on the couch in the office, but we were intercepted by a huge pile of presents. I forgot that was a thing sims did at weddings. Sophia was overjoyed at the sight; it felt like Winterfest all over again.

I let her open the first two from my parents, but then she handed me a box that had my name on it. I thought it was odd that the sender would single me out when the gift should have been for both of us. But when I saw who it was from, I understood.

"It's from Dub! Oh, there's a card..."

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I couldn't believe it and had to sit down and read it again. He had no idea how much of a blessing that was for us. Or maybe he did. Whatever the case, I was elated, and humbled, and determined, and proud, and all the other positive emotions. Our friendship was such a beautiful thing. Not because he gave me money, but because it was pure. It had no conditions or warnings or complications. He was the kind of friend I always wanted.

Eventually, it hit me that Sophia and I were about to come into a bunch of money and we could accomplish our dreams a lot sooner than later. I started dancing in my seat.

"A money tree? I didn't think they were real," Sophia said.

"Isn't it great?? If it grows fast enough, we could be in our house by next week!"

That thought excited me even more, and I danced even wilder.

"It's a very generous gift," she said hesitantly, "but..."

Like a record scratch in the club, I stopped. Party done.

"What's wrong? With all the money we're about to have, you'll never have to work again if you don't want to. We can go on vacations and stay as long as we want, buy our kids whatever they want... Hell, maybe I won't have to worry about teaching classes anymore. It's gonna be great!"

Her hands snapped to her hips, and I knew I'd messed up somehow.

"No, Luca! This is what I mean! I like who we are. Money has a way of changing sims, and I don't want that. I thought you taught yoga because you were passionate about it. Why would you stop? Are you doing it for the money?"

"I am passionate about it! But it's also how I make a living. If I didn't have to worry about making money, maybe I wouldn't have to worry about going from spa to spa, begging for a chance to teach!"

Her eyes flicked open, like she just realized something.

"But that's why you're going to open a studio."

"Yeah, but..." I sank back in the chair and let out all the air in my lungs. "That was my mom's idea. It's a good one, and sometimes I want to do it too. But sometimes I want my own plan. Everything I've done has been her idea, and..."

"So...you don't want a studio?"

"I don't know!"

She gasped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. It's just...it's complicated. You want me to return the seed, then?"

She sighed.

"No. That will be an insult to Dub and his family..." She sighed again and paced the room, searching for a solution that would satisfy us both. "It would be nice to move into our house before the baby comes, but I don't want this to get out of control."

Something like a bolt of lightning struck through my soul, and I felt my eyes grow as large as the sun.

"The baby?! Are you-"

She gasped again.

"I'm sorry! That came out wrong! I just meant it would be nice to be settled in our home before we start having babies."

"So...we're not having a baby?"

"Not at the moment."

I was a little bit disappointed, to be honest. Her slip up shocked me at first, but I was kind of excited about it.

"Alright, so what do you suggest we do?" I asked.

"I just think we need a plan. Put some controls on it so we don't go crazy."

Heh, I know she said we, but she totally meant me. Whatever.

"We don't know how much money it's going to give us," she continued. "So what if we just take what we need to get our house and cover ourselves for a few months?"

"Alright... But what happens after that?"

"It can just sit there until an emergency comes up. Or when our kids want to move out or go to university or get married or...whatever."

The plan wasn't exactly what I wanted, but at least she wasn't completely opposed. This very much felt like one of those pick your battles moments, so I conceded.

"Okay fine. We can do it that way. Let's get this thing in the ground."

We went outside and picked a spot to plant it. I laughed when I took the seed out of the box.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"This seed! It's cash shaped like a flower! What kind of wizardry is this?"

I dug a hole, dumped the seed, covered it, and poured some water on it. Then, I stood over it, watching as if something were supposed to happen.

"Grow fast, little guy. I want to be in our new house as soon as possible."

Before going back into the house, I sent Dub a message to thank him for the gift.

Dub's note written by @mysimsloveaffair

[her-favorite]

On Purpose

Warnings: DOM!BARRY, rough sex, teasing, begging, dirty talking, doggy style, overstimulation, degrading kink, choking kink, edging, spanking, Barry being a sadist tbh

Summary: When you went to visit your boyfriend at his work, someone decided to flirt with you. With Barry being in a bad mood, that was his breaking point and he took you home to make you beg for the rest of the night..

a/n: I want to start posting my Barry imagines/smuts on here (even though they probably won't get too much attention) - also found on my wattpad: @thefastestwomanalive

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You walked out of the elevator of the CCPD with a smile on your face. You decided to visit your boyfriend since the streets of Central City were clear at the moment. 

You and Barry Allen were the heroes of Central City: The Flash and Bolt. You both were speedsters, both struck by lighting. You had met when you both woke up at STAR Labs, in the cortex. As you confused as you were, you couldn't help but admire the half naked man that was rambling off the things that had came to his mind. 

You smiled at the memory. As you made your way towards the stairs, someone had walked in front of you. At first, you thought it was Barry so you smiled and looked up at him, starting to open your mouth to say a hello and maybe a kiss on the cheek. But you stopped when you didn't recognize the man in front of you. 

"Hey," he smirked and looked you over. You shifted on your heels, looking around to make sure he was talking to you and not someone behind you. "All right, I'll cut to the chase. I'm hot, you're hot. Jitters, 8 pm."

Before you could get even open your mouth, you heard footsteps and someone clearing their throat. "Who do you think you're talking to?" You snapped your head to the voice and saw Barry coming up behind you. 

"This smokin' lady in front of me-" 

"You can't speak about her like that." Barry snapped. He started to walk closer to the random man, making you move away slightly. "She's mine, not yours. Nor will she ever be yours." He poked the guys chest, getting in his face. 

"Well, she didn't seem to mind." The guy snapped back. Barry stiffened and he stood still for a moment. He looked back at you and saw your expression: confusion and surprise. 

"I don't know who you think you are, but I know you're not the one to kiss her, and you're not the one able to hold her, and you are definitely not the one to have her scream your name- that's my job. She's the one that I get to kiss, the one I get to hold, and definitely the one that has her scream my name. So back. off." Barry's irises were clouded with anger, his body fighting the fact that lightning wanted to swarm his eyes. 

The man had cowered off, running away from Barry, but taking glances back to make sure he wasn't following him. The scene caused some of the officers to look over, more when they watched the man run away from their known forensic scientist. Some had wide eyes, other hiding smiles or laughs with paper. 

You stood there stunned with what he said. Barry had never been so upfront with your relationship before, especially.. that part. You were more than surprised when you heard him mention that and your cheeks felt like they burned a hundred degrees. 

Barry also stood there, except his breathing was erratic and his eyebrows were furrowed while his focus was still on the direction the man went in to leave the building. Eventually his head looked over to you, noticing your lingering gaze on him. You watched him look you up and down with a sort of possessive edge to it. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you squirm a little. 

"Come on, we're getting out of here." He finally broke the silence, heading straight for the doors. You didn't move at first, the words not exactly processing in your mind. But when they did, you immediately went to go catch up with him. 

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You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into. 

As soon as you got home, Barry had you in his arms. His lips immediately attacked yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned at the feeling, hands reaching out to grab him. But he held them and started to walk backwards. He went in the direction of the couch, pushing away from you to see where he was going. 

He sat down, grabbing your waist and coaxing you into sitting on his lap. He set his lips on yours again, his hand coming to the back of your head, pushing you against him. His hand was threading through your hair as you both made out. You rolled your hips on his lap, eliciting a groan from Barry. 

He pulled away, looking you over. When he made eye contact with you, you realized how dark his eyes were. You've never seen him this lustful before. You could see the possessive edge in his eyes and the desire swarming around. His hands started guiding you over on his lap, straddling his leg. 

"Come on, baby, ride my thigh." You whimpered at his words, immediately following his order. The friction between your clothed clit and his leg made you even more desperate. You wanted to feel him, his skin. He flexed his leg, hitting you perfectly. Your nails dug into his skin that was holding his shoulders. 

"I wanna feel you, Barry." You whispered, eyes furrowed. 

"I don't care what you want, sweetheart. I'm gonna do whatever I want to you and you're gonna take it like a good girl." He replied darkly. You moaned at his words, grinding down harder on his leg. "Yeah? You like it when I talk to you like that, huh?" When you didn't answer him, he left a harsh smack on your ass. "Answer me, princess." 

"Yes, Barry, I do." You moaned. You were so close, that knot inside of your stomach was tightening and it wanted to burst. You were chasing your high, trying to keep in your sounds incase Barry wouldn't let you come. Seconds later, you were so close, you let out a strangled moan right before you were about to come. About.

"What do you think you're doing? Trying to come without my permission? That's not gonna slide, angel. What are you?" He waited a second for your answer. "What are you, huh?"

"I'm your slut, Barry. You're slut." Your eyes were squeezed shut, still trying to get over your denied orgasm. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Then he got up. You sat there, confused, as you watched him. He moved to stand in front of you, between your legs. His hand went underneath your chin, making you look up at him. "Now you're gonna listen to me, alright? You're gonna go upstairs into our bedroom and when I come in there, you're gonna be stripped and on your knees for me." He demanded. "Yeah? That okay with you?" You nodded. "Good because you don't have a choice." And he let you go. 

You instantly got up to go to your bedroom. You stripped out of your clothes as you walked up the stairs, throwing them wherever they landed. As you opened the door to the room, your clothes were discarded, just how Barry wanted. You kneeled by the bed, waiting for him. 

When Barry came in, all he had on was his boxers. "Look at you, on your knees, waiting for me. Such a good girl." His hand stroked your cheek when he went in front of you. He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes that could make you go crazy by just seeing them. 

He stripped himself of his boxers. "Come on, doll, suck my cock." 

You moved forward to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your hand moved up to grip the base, stroking what wasn't in your mouth. You felt his hand tighten in your hair when you licked a sensitive vein. "Y/N," He breathed. His hips bucked up into your mouth, making you gag. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby. And you're gonna take it." His hands held you still as his hips moved forward. Tears formed in your eyes as he kept going, watching the way they fell down your cheeks. "Aw, look at you. So pretty." He muttered. 

He pulled away when he felt himself coming close. He saw the tear marks on your face and the way your chest rose and fell quickly. This image itself made him even harder. His hand went down to cup your cheek. His thumb was dragging your bottom lip down, while you looked up at him. He nearly groaned when you took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it. After, he used your spit to spread across your lips. "Up." He ordered. You complied, rising to your feet so you were facing his chest. His hand went up to cup your cheek again, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "On the bed." 

His voice gave you chills. It was deep and raspy, blowing right into your ear. You shivered as you moved to follow his demand. You laid back on the bed, feeling the soft comforter underneath your skin. You watched the way Barry looked at you, like you were his prey. It made your lust grow and you couldn't handle it. He looked you up and down, lips curling into a smirk. 

Barry had several thoughts running around in his mind. He wanted to punish you, but he wanted to see you in pleasure. He wanted to do what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to hurt you. He wanted you, but he didn't want you to not want him. But all of those worries washed away once he saw you laying there, on the bed, waiting for him. Waiting for your punishment he had in mind.

"So ready for me, huh?" He muttered as he kneeled on the end of the bed. You nodded to his question, seeming to satisfy Barry. His lips were still up in a smirk, his jaw clenched. His eyes still roamed all over your body, almost trying to pick out every single detail on you. You realized what he was doing. He was trying to figure out what to do to you. 

Eventually, he leaned down to press kisses on your neck. You have never been so glad to feel lips on your skin before, until now. You needed Barry, so bad. You've realized that he was teasing you, he was making you wait on purpose. This was gonna be torture.

"I bet you're soaking wet right now, baby. Huh? Are you?" His voice was breathless against your ear. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. 

"God, yes, Barry." You moaned, making him hum. His hand slides down your body, sliding his finger through your wet folds. You whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back against the pillow. 

"That feel good, angel?" He teased you as his kisses got lower, hitting your stomach. He would alternate between kissing, sucking, and biting on your skin. Once he got to your thighs, he nipped at your left one, making you jolt. He chuckled at your reaction. He moved slightly, brushing his tongue up your folds. You moaned at the feeling, thrusting your hips up towards him. "Mm-mm, doll." He put his hand on your hip to stop you from moving. His lips wrapped around your clit, licking at it. His fingers pushed inside you, making your hips want to move again. 

"Barry," You breathed. 

"Yeah, doll, make sure I can hear how much you're enjoying this." He murmured against your skin. His fingers went deeper and deeper into you, pleasuring you more every second. "You wanna come, baby?" 

"Yes, Barry, please." You practically chanted. 

"Too bad." And he pulled away. You grabbed the sheets out of frustration. 

"Barry, please. I need you so bad." Your eyes squeezed shut as you exclaimed. Second denied orgasm of the night. This was gonna be rough. 

"Look at you begging for me. What would the city think, their hero crumbling under me from just a touch. Such a dirty little slut." He spat at you. The words sent heat right down your body. You were about to start begging again, but Barry moved before you could. He lifted your legs to wrap around his waist as he pulled your hips against his. The friction made you both groan. He made sure he had a tight enough grip on you before flipping both of you over. He moved you to straddle his thigh again. "Come on, sweetheart. You know what to do." His voice was like honey. It was music to your ears, it distracted you for a second. 

When you regained your senses, you immediately started to grind on his leg again. You steadied yourself on his chest, fingers feeling the ridges of his abs and pecs. Your nails dug into the skin that was under your palm. You were chasing your high, going faster and faster as you neared. "You close, babydoll?" Barry asked as he watched you. 

Watching you like this was surely a sight to see. Barry was mesmerized. Having you on top of him like this was something he always craved. His dick throbbed as he watched you, watching you grind down on his bare leg. He knew what he was doing, denying your orgasms and talking to you like this. He also knew it turned you on. He originally had doubts for the way he wanted to act towards you, but as soon as he saw your response, all of his worries washed away. 

You grinded against him easily since you were so wet. Barry watched the way it collected on his thigh, more adding as you grind down harder. He knew you were close, he saw the way your eyes shut tightly, your mouth hung out in a silent moan, and your nails digging into the skin on his abdomen. "Look at me, darling. Look at me when you're gonna come." His voice broke you out of your trance, making you look at him in the eyes. You could tell they've been looking at you and your body this whole time. You knew he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Barry, I can't-" You panted his name, rolling your hips with more force as you were about to reach your high.

"Mm-mm, sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and tell me you deserve it. Do you deserve to come? You weren't being very much of a good girl earlier, were you?" He taunted you. The entire time, his eyes were on yours. His fingers were digging into your legs, almost turning white. He was helping you grind against him, pushing you down onto him. 

"I promise I'll be a good girl. Please, Barry." You basically pleaded with him. You were roughly chasing your climax, you couldn't handle it. You needed it. 

"Do you though, sweetheart? Do you need it that bad?" 

Did you say that out loud?

It was a rhetorical question, you already knew he wouldn't let you come with the way he was talking. Even if you wanted it that bad. 

You felt his hand slide up your body, tickling the skin he moved over. Goosebumps formed in its wake. His hand curled around your throat, squeezing. It was enough to have you dizzy, but not something you couldn't handle. Your hand moved to grasp his arm, digging your nails in his skin to try and relieve some of the pleasure you felt. 

"You're so close, darling." He noticed. "Well, that's too bad. Because you're gonna have to wait." And he moved you off of his lap to change your position. 

He flipped you on your stomach, kneeling behind you. You were propped up on your knees and forearms. You felt his hands crawl up your back, his lanky fingers making you have goosebumps trail up your skin. He felt them, smirking at your reaction. Barry was still deciding on what he wanted to do with you, but he knew you needed a punishment. 

"You're gonna count for me, okay?" He says vaguely, no giving you a description on what you'll be counting for. Before you could ask, you felt a hand slap your ass, stinging the plush skin there. Your mouth opened on a squeak, not trying to let anything out while you waited for the next one. "What the fuck did I say?" He slapped you again. 

"Two." You counted, tears forming in your eyes at the stimulation. You tried not to jolt every time you felt a slap, but it was hard not moving at the pressure. He would chuckle at your state, knowing deep down you enjoyed it. 

"What, can't handle it? But you were being such a slut earlier; it's what you get for being such a whore." He degrades, making your knees weak. The next slap was hard, making your body jostle at the hit. Tears poured out of your eyes in the best way possible. You knew you were going to have a mark by the end of the day, but it was going to be worth it. Sitting down was going to be a problem, but you were gonna have to deal with it. 

Once he was done, he massaged the skin he smacked over and over again. Your tears subsided, leaving you with a slight puffy face. He turned your head a little, looking over your face. He cooed, smoothing his hand on your cheek. "So beautiful." He whispered, knowing it had an affect on you. 

"You ready, doll?" He asks, not truly caring what you were going to answer with anyway. He knew you were wet enough from everything he's done to you, but he still has to have your consent. Before you could answer either way, he pushes inside you, making you moan loudly. He groans at the way you feel, thrusting into with speed. "You're so tight." He mutters, squeezing at your hips. You moan at his words, feeling your back arch at his hard thrusts.

Barry was having trouble keeping normal speed. he knew that if he went any faster, he would start to vibrate. But he wasn't too sure he cared. 

"Barry!" You cried once you felt him go even faster, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He smirked at your reaction, immediately knowing what he did. Barry knew your body like the back of his hand. Every mole, freckle, scar, bruise, everything. He took pride in knowing your body so well, saying he likes to do it "for science," you immediately knowing he was lying once he said that. 

"That feel good, baby?" He teased, slapping your ass once more. You screamed at the overstimulation on your skin, pushing back. His hand came over your back, arching it for you. "You're close, angel, I can feel you squeezing me." His eyes were closed with pleasure, his head thrown back. His Adams apple was bobbing up and down, looking perfect. 

"Barry, please, I can't-" You tried to plead, but you could barely make out a sentence at this point. He chuckled at you desperate state, knowing exactly what you meant. 

"Let go, my love. C'mon." He urged, hitting that perfect spot inside you were you couldn't take it anymore. You let go of the knot inside your stomach, coming down from your high. After so many denials, nothing has ever felt so good in your life. 

Soon after you were done, Barry came with a groan of your name. He sighed, pulling out of you, watching your guys' cum mix together. He moaned at the sight, pulling away from your body. He let you lay down, going into the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. 

After you both laid down and got settled under the covers, Barry pulled you close to him, laying your head on his chest. "I didn't hurt you, right?" He whispered, playing with your hair. He couldn't stand the thought of genuinely hurting you, whether it was sexually or not. 

"Of course not, Bare." You reassure him, tracing circles on his chest, picking out each freckle on his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. "I love you, Barry." 

"I love you too, Y/N."

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I’m been trying to wrack my brain for a proper MerMay prompt but it’s the last day and I still have nothing so uh freebie I suppose it just has to be mermaid related lmaooo

OH SHIT LAST DAY OF MERMAY LET'S DO IT

As long as you could remember, you'd been fascinated by the ocean. Its so beautiful, yet terrifying. Endless, dark, and full of absolutely fascinating life. So, as soon as you were old enough, you immediately began your marine biology degree.

College was hard, but you loved learning about the different ways animals and plants could survive in such an extreme environment. You loved it! But you really wanted to be out on the ocean, instead of just in the classroom. So after years of pinched pennies, searching your couch cushions, and a swear jar, you finally got together enough money to buy your own boat.

It wasn't anything fancy. Just a little sailboat, equipped with a motor, a cramped cabin below decks, and a bit of a leak. It was small, but it was yours. As soon as you had the chance, you took it out on the sea.

Your hands were practically shaking in excitement as you unfurled the sails. It was a cloudy day, with a storm predicted for later that evening, but that wasn't about to stop you. If worse came to worst, you could always stay in the cabin until it blew over.

Finally, you were underway. You stood on the bow, the wind whistling through your hair and the sail above you billowing. You took in a deep breath, relishing the slight sting of salt. This was where you belonged, on the open sea.

You spent most of the day sailing, just enjoying being out on the water. After a while, you couldn't even see the land anymore! Around sunset, you finally decided to head back, when-

CRASH!

You yelped as a bolt of lightning struck the water. It was about a mile away from you, but it still felt incredibly close. You looked up at the sky. The rain was beginning to fall now. "Shit," you muttered. You frantically began to put the sail up. It would be useless in a storm, and you didn't want it to get struck by lightning. It seemed like you would have to rely on the motor. The old, shitty, half-broken motor. Great.

You dashed to the back of the boat, already soaked to the bone. The rain was coming down in sheets now, and the lightning seemed to be coming closer. You reached the motor and-

It didn't start.

"Come on!" you groaned in frustration. You tried to start it again. Nothing. Third time's the charm, and...

It started! It sounded like it had smoked a pack a day for thirty years, but it was working! No sooner did you feel relief, when-

A horrible sound. A mix between a crunch, a scream, and a squelch. The sky was dark now, but in the brief flashes of lightning, you could see a horrible red staining the water.

You gasped. Immediately, you turned off the motor. It wasn't important now. Something was hurt! You leaned over the side of the boat, desperate to see what had happened.

The light from the setting sun was completely blocked by the heavy clouds. You squinted, trying to see through the dark and the pouring rain.

CRASH!

The lightning and the thunder were almost inseparable now. In the flash, you saw something.

A skeleton.

Or, at least, the skull of one. You could just see their eyesockets peeking above the water, glaring right at you with burning red lights. It was alive! With a gasp, you fell back, your ass hitting the deck hard.

A skeletal hand appeared on top of the gunwale. The skeleton...thing's sharp claws dug in so hard that you were sure you heard the wood splinter. The other hand appeared, and then the rest of it.

Another flash of lightning lit up the sky, just as the skeleton pulled itself onto the deck. It had wickedly sharp teeth, and a long, angled face. Scars covered its bones, but the three claw marks over its eye socket were especially noticeable. You couldn't move. You couldn't scream. All you could do was stare as your certain doom drew closer.

You managed to tear your eyes away from the skeleton's teeth (the teeth that would probably tear out your throat, you thought) and noticed its lower half. It was...a fish. Bloody scales and a tough, muscular tail replaced the legs of the skeleton. Finally, you knew where the blood in the water came from.

"Y-you're hurt," you managed to squeak out. "I can help! Please don't kill me!"

That seemed to give the skeleton, or, mer-skeleton, pause. It glared at you, eyes full of malice. You met its gaze, trying hard not to be intimidated. If it could understand you, maybe you could find a way out of this. If not, well, at least you would go with some dignity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the skeleton collapsed. Its arms couldn't seem to hold the rest of its body up anymore. The blood loss and shock was getting to him. You jumped up and ran over to his side.

There was a huge gash in the skeleton's tail, but you couldn't get a proper look with the blood covering it, and the rain obscuring your vision. "I'm going to take you inside, okay?" you finally said.

The skeleton snarled weakly, but didn't fight when you threw his arms over your shoulder. With a lot of effort, and a bit of help from your unexpected guest, you managed to drag him into the cabin.

Now that you were inside, and a lot closer, you could see a lot more details. You carefully laid the skeleton down on the floor. The first thing you noticed was how big he was. The torso was a bit above average, for a human, but the lower half was easily seven feet long. Looking closer, the tail seemed to be that of a tiger shark, littered with more scars. You couldn't worry about that, though. The gash in its side was more pressing than just admiring him.

Wait. When did you start thinking of it as a him?

You quickly pushed that thought away. "Stay here," you told him gently. You gave him the best smile you could manage, before racing off to get some supplies.

You quickly gathered towels, a tub of warm water, and the first aid kit that you had, thankfully, remembered to put under the sink when you first bought the boat. You returned to find the skeleton, now leaning heavily against the wall, looking ready to fight his way out. His head was held high, teeth bared, and arms out, making himself look bigger.

You approached carefully, trying to give him a wide berth in the cabin that was barely bigger than he was. "It's okay," you said soothingly. You tried to keep your voice calm and low. You lowered yourself to the wound. "I'm here to help. Don't worry."

"YOU? HELP?" The voice that came out of his mouth made you jump. He could talk??? "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT TRIED TO KILL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE."

"I-I-" you stammered. "You can talk?"

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT."

"I never said you were!" you tried to defend yourself. "I just...thought you were a fish...skeleton...thing. But that's not important!" You shook your head. "I study fish! I know how to help!"

Before you could blink, the skeleton's hand was around your neck. Your instincts kicked in, and you tried to pull his hand away. It was no use, his grip was like a vice! "Don't Try Anything, I Won't Hesitate To Rip You Apart," he growled low in your ear.

You swallowed hard, feeling the claws prick your neck slightly. Frantically, you nodded. After another long moment, the skeleton let go of your neck. "GOOD."

Shaking, you knelt down to his side. Now that you were close, you could see that the gash wasn't too deep. It hadn't hit bone, at least, but there was no sign that the bleeding was slowing. You carefully soaked a towel in the water, before beginning to clean the wound.

For about five painfully awkward minutes, the skeleton stared down at you in silence. The only sound was the rain pounding against the deck above you, and the slosh of water as you soaked the towels. After a while, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "So, um...what's your name?"

"....NOIR."

"Nice to meet you," you said awkwardly. How do you make conversation with a mermaid skeleton thing while trying to heal a wound that you caused? "Do you...live around here?"

Noir rolled his red eyelights, finally looking away for a moment. "YES, I 'LIVE AROUND HERE.' I WAS SIMPLY HUNTING IN THE RAIN, BEFORE YOU SO RUDELY TRIED TO MURDER ME."

"I didn't try to murder you!" Now that you weren't about to die, you could appreciate his voice. It was rough, but not grating, and a pleasing tenor. "It was an accident! I was trying to get out of the storm, but...it didn't work. Obviously."

You sighed. "Okay, the blood is slowing down, but I think I'm going to need to suture it. Is...that okay?"

"OF COURSE. I CAN HANDLE A FEW MEASLY SUTURES."

You smiled. "Alright! Just hold still, please."

Very carefully, you began to stitch the wound shut. Noir sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. As if to play it off, he spoke again. "WHY WERE YOU OUT HERE IN SUCH A STORM?"

"Oh! Well, I really like the ocean," you admitted. "I'm actually studying marine biology..." That seemed to pique his interest. "And I finally managed to buy this boat, but...I guess I picked a bad day for a test run," you laughed weakly.

"I SEE." He looked away, finally. "WELL....THANK YOU." The words seemed like they were a struggle to get out.

You beamed up at him. "Of course! It is my fault you got hurt." You finally finished the stitches. They looked crooked and honestly kind of shitty, but not too bad for your first attempt, and on a shark skeleton no less! "Well, you're all patched up."

Noir seemed surprised, like he hadn't noticed. "AH. THAT WAS QUICK."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. "You might not be able to swim well for a while...do you...want to stay the night?" Noir's eyes were back on you, but his bone brows (?) were high in surprise. "I-I'm not going anywhere tonight, obviously, but you're welcome to sleep here. Get your strength back up, I don't know, you can take the bed, of course, and..." You trailed off, incredibly awkward.

"I...I GUESS IT CAN'T HURT. I WILL STAY FOR THE NIGHT!"

You smiled. "Great!" You carefully helped him into the bed, trying hard not to jostle him too much. Even though his tail hung over most of the bed, he seemed okay, if a bit awkward. It was probably his first time in a bed, you thought to yourself absently.

You tried to make yourself comfortable on the floor, but...it was hard. The deck leaked, so you kept getting hit by raindrops. The floor was hard and cold, and you only had the spare blanket to cover yourself. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you would get snapped back awake by the water or by a large wave.

"OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE." Noir's voice made you jump once again. "THIS IS PATHETIC. GET IN HERE."

"But...you're in the bed?"

"WE CAN SHARE, AND YOUR CONSTANT MOVING AND SHIVERING IS KEEPING ME AWAKE!"

"How is me shivering keeping you awake-"

"JUST GET IN HERE!"

You giggled before carefully climbing into bed. You tried to keep your distance, but the bed was too small. Almost half of you was hanging off the bed, until-

Noir's arm wrapped around your shoulders and tugged you closer. "Relax, I Won't Kill You."

"O-oh. That's a relief." You were glad it was dark, or else he could see how flustered you were. "Um...I'll try to not bother you again."

"Good." Even though you were no longer hanging off the edge of the bed, Noir's arm didn't move. If you didn't know better, you would think you were...cuddling. Now that you were close, you could really appreciate Noir's face. Now that he was relaxed (and no longer about to murder you), he was very handsome. His sharp cheekbones, the scratches over his eye, the deadly teeth...

Finally, you closed your eyes. You could worry about those feelings in the morning. For now, you were just going to relax, and share a bed with your new friend.

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Do Sinners Belong In Heaven?

In which Alastor makes different choices and faces new consequences, ones he never really faced before.

This little thing is something I came up with during the Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale. Idk why I came up with it but I did. As usual I’ll be noting down the warnings.

Major Character Death

Blood and Gore

Introspection

War

Self sacrifice

Idk how y’all will like the ending

Featuring my bible headcannons that will probably get their own fic soon lmao.

Btw I am willing to bet that everyone has written this before lmao let’s go!

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Hell was quiet for a change. Millions of sinners and demons holding their breath for the fight of the… there would be no good term to describe what was taking place on those forsaken grounds. Angels and demons conflicting in a way that was never seen before. Hell would not be entertainment tonight, angelic blood would be shed and the sinners would take their pound of flesh.

That was the thought that comforted him the most as he prepared for the fight of his life.

Crimson eyes were locked on his opponent, that annoyingly arrogant angel. The first man, the second to doom humanity to a life outside of Eden.

Adam.

In all honesty, watching said angel destroy his force field with a single punch was daunting. He was not a fool, he knew just how strong a being like him would be. Facing him would be like facing Lucifer in combat.

Alastor’s smile turned into more of a grimace as he glared at his new opponent. If he could, he’d snarl, but that would be weak. He was not a weak man in life, nor was he a weak demon in the afterlife.

The angel alighted on the hotel’s signature sign, crouched and just as ready for combat as the radio demon felt. As a leader in hell’s entertainment, Alastor felt like he simply had to get out a few witty one liners.

“Adam!” He greeted, eyes locked on the angel and noticing every little detail. As he called his name, he saw his wings flex and his head raise in a form of confusion. “First man, next to die!”

Alastor could’ve laughed at his own joke, would’ve if this conflict hadn’t been so serious. A lot was at stake here.

“Who the fuck are you?” It continued to surprise the demon that angels could get away with being so crass. Was it just because Adam was god’s favourite?

Well, no need to keep his unwelcome guest waiting. “Alastor!” He lowered himself into a bow, “pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.” And with a flourish, he slammed his cane into the ground. Alastor relished in the feeling of magic curling at his beck and call. Lightning crackled and sparked, lancing around like green bolts of death as tentacles rose up to answer his demands. If there was one thing he loved most about hell, it was the power it granted him.

“Nice voice, don’t you know jazz is for pussies!” Adam’s weapon was drawn and the fight began.

Shamefully enough, the fight was a blur. The focus he had to hold over his creations was nothing to scoff at, no matter how easy he made it look. His mouth moved in reaction to the angel’s quips as his mind was far away. Shards of his mind in each attack as he flung everything in his arsenal at the angel. His body was on autopilot, only coming back to himself to dodge and duck under stray swipes. The constant shattering and mending of his mind had been a labor of love, driving most who tried it insane, but that dedication only served to make him more deadly. And if a few screws had to stay loose to make things easier, that was for him to know.

“You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate.”

He heard that statement of his clearly, his own focus and thoughts in his shadow as he struck the first man in the chin. The fight was going well, so maybe he could have a bit of fun with it.

He pulled himself in, gently stitching his mind together as he leapt forward and taunted Adam. Alastor enjoyed himself as he ducked and dodged under the angel’s axe. He had him desperate.

“And worst-“ he unraveled again, slicing his mind apart with careful precision as he summoned multitudes of minions to rain hell on Adam “- you’re sloppy.”

It was difficult to manage so much at once, as well as keeping tabs on Adam’s movements in relation to his body. He had so many perspectives of the battlefield, and only one of them really mattered. He held himself up- he ran forward- he lashed- an axe cleaved through him- he jumped- he- who- too much!

He pulled himself in again. Not as much as before, but enough that he wasn’t so scattered. Alastor wrapped a tentacle around Adam, grateful that the conflict of his own thoughts never managed to interrupt the battle against the angel. His strength was too great for that.

He threw Adam into the sign, keeping careful focus on being able to move his true body if he needed to. The exorcist reared up for a strike, his words lost to Alastor. Alastor brought spare limbs up to block, confident that he-

His mind screeched as he slammed into himself, only years of practice allowing himself to slot everything in place correctly without destroying his entire identity. He glanced around himself, staring at the roof of the hotel that was a lot closer to him than it should’ve been.

“What just happened?” Alastor asked himself with thinly veiled alarm. His alarm increased tenfold as he spoke.

What happened to his voice? Where was the crackle of the radio? What happened? He blocked the strike so why did things go wrong-

Alastor’s gaze dropped to the broken staff in his hands. “Fuck.” He’d used the wrong limbs. Scattering his mind so much never went well, and he’d gotten careless. His strength was in his staff and without it he was-

Light flashed across his chest, making the radio demon cry out in pain. He felt his flesh sizzle under the holy power, the force of the attack sending him into the wall. Alastor groaned, blindly reaching for his staff as he pulled himself together. He was fortunate enough that he still had one trick up his sleeve. The first thing he had by his side upon landing in hell, before even his staff.

His body responded as his mind searched for a safe spot to retreat. He narrowed his focus on one of the many empty rooms of the hotel. By a window so he could make a second emergency escape, while also keeping his eye on the battle. Perfect.

“- but it is ending this broadcast…”

He pulled himself through, finally stitching his mind together once and for all. Immediately, pain crashed into his senses. He keened, low and horrifically animalistic as he hunched over himself.

“Fffffuuuuuck.” He whined, reaching for something that could possibly help. He’d never been struck with a holy weapon before, and he never wanted to be hit again. This was worse than torture.

At least he’d managed to land hits on that demented exterminator. He could at least trust that the people of hell would defeat that insufferable angel.

He gave another ungodly screech as the pain flared again. His hand landed on something soft and he got to work securing whatever it was around his wound. The jagged cut turned his suit crimson, and he winced at the knowledge that it would stain. What a hassle.

Battle raged on outside as he tended to his injury. As the pain finally began to ebb he blinked in mild surprise. Somehow, he had ended up in a bathroom. The object he had just bandaged around him was a black towel.

“Well that was a rather fortunate coincidence,” He muttered to himself. He coughed a few times, unsuccessful in bringing his voice back to normal.

He couldn’t go out there without it. Without his signature cane and his voice he was-

A crash sounded outside, making Alastor jump. He hastily scrambled to his feet, running into the main hotel room in time to watch an angel fly past. The angel was grinning.

Not very many people had the discipline he did. If the angels were loosing then they would frown.

The radio host slid towards the window, peering down at the battlefield below. Even from what he guessed was 12 stories up, things weren’t looking good. Charlie and Vaggie were occupied. The cannibals and the other hotel staff were being slowly overrun. Adam was still holding his own.

He twitched.

There was an angel aiming at Charlie Morningstar.

His claws scrapped against the glass as he watched the little brat level their spear at the princess of hell. The holy weapon was positioned well, and by how the battle was flowing.

Little Miss Morningstar was going to find a hole in her chest in just a few moments.

The deal burned in his very soul, marking his charge with a knowledge he both coveted and cursed. He knew exactly where she was at any given moment, and how much danger she was in. It was this unfortunate knowledge that told him he needed to act.

It was something else that made him want to act.

White hot rage coursed through him as he focused his mind. It took less effort than usual to split himself into his shadow and drag himself to face the wretched exorcist.

He drew his secret weapon from his coat, launching himself forward to strike his opponent. The angel was caught off guard, hastily readjusting to meet him. His holy dagger found his target first, sinking deep into the exterminator’s chest. That dagger had seen the flesh of overlords in the past, it was fitting enough that it should find angelic blood as well.

Gold leaked down his hands, no doubt staining his gloves. Alastor stepped back, prepared to vanish once again to the safety of the hotel room-

He was stuck.

Peculiarly, he was stuck.

The injury he sustained from Adam seemed to be getting worse as well, so he chanced a quick glance at his predicament.

“… Oh…” his voice still sounded off, though that in part may be due to the spear sticking out of his gut.

The odd calm that had briefly overcame him vanished, replaced with an emotion that was nearly crippling. He screeched as pain filled him, worse than before. He barely managed to pull himself to a more secluded spot of the battlefield. Snapping a piece of his mind free from the pain did nothing to alleviate it. His strength fled abruptly, his body collapsing beneath him as he crumbled to the ground.

Alastor gasped, hands shaking as he touched the weapon still protruding from his stomach. Someone was laughing in the distance, their haunting cackle somehow tuning out the sound of the battle. His eyes flicked to every little thing he could see. His crimson blood hitting the ground where he knelt, the soft glow of both the spear and his own knife, the scorched battlefield around him. All of it painted the image of the last things he would ever see.

The laughter stopped, the world was silent. Was he the one laughing? Did it matter?

He was dying.

Death was a strange concept for Alastor to grasp. Before, death looked like his mother. Old and gray, lying on her deathbed with his hand in hers. She had smiled at him, with tears in her eyes, and made him promise something that stuck to his very soul.

“Please, Alastor, my baby boy. Please, never stop smiling”

Then, death looked like countless victims. People who didn’t deserve their lives. Screams and pleas filled the air as he raised his knife with the accuracy of a man making it his profession.

“PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!”

Strangely enough, Death’s next face was invisible to him. Humming in the woods as he dug a grave for his latest victim. The snap of a twig reaching his ears, causing him to stand up straight and alert. A loud noise, and the world changed around him.

“What just happened?”

Death’s new face bore down on him. The first man, Adam, and his axe. He’d died once before, he’d seen many people die. This time seemed different though. His heart was racing, making more blood leak out of him. His eyes kept darting around and his mind just wanted an out. It felt as though his life was flashing before his eyes. It felt like-

His gaze cause a piece of glass, clear enough that he could see his reflection. Clear enough that he could see the fear in his eyes.

Fear. Dying felt like fear.

His smile remained, but everything inside went still. For the first time in either life, he was being faced with his mortality.

Raged filled him once more. He would not fall like this, not as some self-sacrificing idiot too weak to live. That was not who he built himself to be. He was Alastor, the Radio Demon. Renowned for broadcasting the screams of his victims across hell. Sinners feared him!

If he died like this, he was just Alastor. He was just some weak sinner who failed to do his job. His reputation would be in the toilet!

Alastor dragged himself to his feet, hissing in pain. It took everything in him not to drop his smile could he drop his smile. He started shambling forward, frantic eyes searching for an out. Medical supplies, some sort of mythical healer maybe? Demons and magic existed, so it stands to reason that healers did too. The battle behind him was ignored as he tried to put one foot in front of the other.

He had to make it out alive. He had things to do. He had lives to ruin! He had to- he had to…

The fight left as quickly as it came, the pain quickly becoming to much. He landed on his side with a grunt, the spear shifting in his chest. He stared at it, thinking.

He was dying. The great Alastor was dying, for his friends. What would they call him once they found out? Heroic? A martyr? Altruistic?

His laugh was subdued this time, the mania from earlier bled away with most of his lifeforce. All that was left was a wet chuckle. Altruistic Alastor, died for his friends.

Somehow he felt a little less resentment at that.

He sat up once again, filled with something else now. Acceptance? He placed a hand on the protruding weapon, finally tuning back into the sounds of war. He figured they’d do just fine without him.

For once, he probably overstayed his welcome.

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile…”

Later on, someone would find him with a spear and a broken staff clutched in his hands. His smile was softer in death, strangely kinder with his eyes closed. There were three lives lost in the Hazbin Hotel.

——<>——

Most people don’t wake up after dying twice. Most people aren’t Alastor.

When he pulled himself to his feet, he felt off. The first thing he did was check his wounds. Miraculously, they had vanished. He felt like the fresh sinners he watched on occasion, checking themselves over a panicking.

Alastor refused to panic. He’d done enough of that for a lifetime.

The second thing he did was check his surroundings. The world was shrouded in a dense fog, strangely bright and dark at once. Chills ran down his spine as he spun around. He felt a million eyes on him at once.

“Hmm? A visitor?”

Alastor hadn’t lived nearly a century in hell for his reflexes to be slow. He turned on a dime, reaching for his holy dagger so he could face his new opponent. His death was still fresh in his mind.

Instead he was faced with a man. A seemingly regular human man, maybe Jewish in decent. He wasn’t anything special. His skin had a desert tan while his brown eyes twinkled on his wrinkled face, full of smile lines. A full brown beard, partnered with brown hair, completed the look. He only looked like he was in his late fourties, early fifties.

Something deep inside the demon, something ancient and feral, warned him that whatever the man was, it was old.

Alastor found himself pausing, having to take a second to remember his manners. “Ah, pardon me. My name is Alastor. And who might you be?”

“I am Joseph, I have been watching this place for a very long time. Not many come here, you are one of the first in a while now.” Now that he was listening properly, Joseph’s voice was as kind as his eyes. Forgiving, in a way.

“What is this place exactly?” Alastor inquired, “to me it just seems like a place of nothing.”

Joseph laughed, and even then he sounded kind. “I suppose you could call it that. I would prefer to say this place is a crossroads of sorts. Somewhere where even nothing could be something, given that nothing wants to be something.”

And despite that description, it only left Alastor confused. Where exactly were they?

“You’re getting confused,” Joseph pointed out out keenly, “Why don’t you walk with me? I’ll explain everything on the way.”

Alastor fell into step beside the strange man, still running through the answer in his head. A crossroads where nothing could be something, what a strange answer for strange man.

“I suppose I’ll start with how you are here,” Joseph began, “simply put, you died.”

“I gathered that,” Alastor grumbled dryly.

“While you died quite selflessly, protecting your friends and charge from certain death, there are complications. On one hand, if you had let them die then you would have been freed from your debts. You didn’t have to save Charlie Morningstar, but in doing so you died a hero’s death. Well done.” Joseph talked about his death so candidly, as though he were talking about the weather. It felt like Alastor should be offended, but his voice was too calming for that.

“On the other hand, your repertoire of crimes proceeds you. Hundreds of murders can be attributed to you directly, and that isn’t taking into account the souls you enslaved. One good deed doesn’t erase the suffering of many, you know?” Their surroundings changed. Now they were standing in a room, pure white other than two doors.

One door was blue, golden lettering sketching out the destination. The other was black, red details describing the fate of those who entered in one word.

“And so, I stand before you to offer you the choice,” Joseph continued talking, possibly ignoring Alastor’s whirling mind, “which afterlife do you believe suits you now? Heaven, or Hell?”

Heaven or Hell.

It’s a question people ask themselves when they are alive. They tell themselves their answer and move on. When you’re dead, you don’t get to choose.

“You want me to choose where I belong?” Alastor asked, looking at the man incredulously. What on earth was his goal?

“Yes. I only want you to pick a door and walk through it. It shouldn’t be hard.” Joseph’s patient smile was getting to the point of unnerving.

Alastor stepped back, “This is ridiculous. Only an utter buffoon would choose to go to hell.”

“Then have you made your choice?”

Alastor sent a withering glare at the man. When he looked thoroughly chastised, the demon began to pace.

Heaven or Hell.

A simple question. Heaven is the best answer. Everyone wants to go to heaven. The kindest, greatest people end up in heaven. It is a luxury that is unmatched by anything on earth or below it.

Hell is the worst answer. Hell is a fight for survival. It is drugs and depravity and demons clashing for power. Hell is the place he was trapped in for almost a century.

Hell was a hotel where a little maid cleaned. Hell was a place where a cat tended a bar, chatting away to a spider with a smile on their lips. Hell was a place where a snake spoke to a girl with a nervous smile. Hell was a place where a disgraced angel and a demon found love. Hell was a place where a radio host would tease his rival without a care in the world.

Hell was a hotel, and hell was a little less hellish than the world made it out to be.

“I would like to say that certain doors come with certain constraints. If we let you back to hell with everything intact, things could go bad fast. To make things easier you wouldn’t remember this, nor would you remember your previous life in hell. Everything would be reset to zero. No souls to own, no deals to uphold, and no power to your name. You would just be Alastor, practically a new sinner,” Joseph’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Just Alastor. Would anyone have “just Alastor”?

Charlie would. She’d probably pluck him right off the street. She’d take him to the hotel and reintroduce him to everyone. She’d get Rosie and he’d end up befriending her again. Husk would hate him at first but eventually he’d probably worm his way into people’s hearts. His early days self was charismatic without the reputation.

He stepped towards the door, the decision clear. However, just before he stepped through he paused.

“You aren’t just Joseph, are you?”

The man laughed, “I suppose you’re correct. The stories didn’t to me much justice when I was mortal. Though that was on purpose.”

“Hmm. Well your ‘first man’ was a bit of a dick.”

That earned him a chuckle, and he took it. He pushed the door open, prepared for the memoryless future waiting for him.

——<>——

The door clicked, finally startling the inhabitants of the room into action. The eldest grabbed her younger by the arm, tugging her towards herself. The redeemed sinner turned around, frill flying upwards into a threat display, his mind still spinning from the events of earlier.

An angel stepped into the office.

His coat was a brilliant pure white, complementing his mostly monochrome colour scheme. Light gray skin worked well with darker gray pants, bow tie making a nice touch. A blue vest slightly peaked from beneath the coat, decorating the whole outfit with golden clasps, buttons, and glasses. Silver hair was adorned with a crown of ebony antlers, perfectly framing pale blue eyes that scanned the room.

As the angel left the safety of the doorway, Sir Pentious couldn’t help but look at the splendor that was this angel’s wings. Large and white, they were something to behold.

That and the cane the mystery angel held in a death grip. He’d see a cane too similar to it in hell for it to be some strange coincidence.

“Alastor?” He hissed, catching the angel’s attention.

Sir Pentious heard one of the Seraphim behind him squeal, the other one muttering a prayer under her breath. He ignored them in favor of the seemingly redeemed radio demon in front of him.

“… I am not supposed to be here.”

——<>——

If you made it to the end, well done! I used the redeemed Alastor found on @hazbinmo-tel ‘s blog.

Check it out there tbh, I didn’t draw it. Don’t like me for the artwork, like me for the writing. I did that. Anyways the Bible headcannons are me. I will definitely do a sequel! I mean, someone like Alastor can’t have just gotten into heaven without strings attached right?

… Right?

[wanderingwomanwondering]

610 Buddie Meta - Opening Emergency Call

heart of glass A state of extreme emotional fragility or susceptibility, one that is easily influenced or affected by others.

The opening emergency call in the lightning strike ep has been gnawing on my face since it aired. I really couldn’t figure out how it tied into the events of 610/611 but now I think I get it.

In 610′s opening emergency the dad is at the beach playing with his kids in the sand. The lightning strikes then the sand immediately turns to glass creating multiple lacerations on the dad. The 118 arrive on the scene and dig him out. The show makes a big deal of having Buck explain to the kids the way lightning turns sand to glass. Meanwhile Eddie is behind him in the shot and is holding chunks of the glass. Before they started digging the dad out, Eddie is also the one to note that he hopes the lightning doesn’t strike twice...in his conversation with Buck where Buck points out that there wasn’t any rain to warn of a possible lightning strike.

I think there are multiple links between that emergency, Buck’s lightning strike, and Eddie’s emotional fallout.

My money is on Eddie being the main parallel to the dad in that 610 opening emergency. Here’s my reasoning: We saw Eddie on the beach back in 607 with Chris when he spoke with Felisa (whose name means “happy”) and finally recognized that he was ready to think about his future since he’d started his major healing arc in 5b. Like the dad who was focused on his kids after a divorce, Eddie was focused on Chris always but especially after Shannon’s death back in 2b. The lightning that turned to glass around the dad feels like a metaphor for Eddie’s heart turning to glass - aka “heart of glass” meaning a delicate/breakable/broken heart - after Shannon died and now again in 611 after Buck’s lightning strike. That whole emergency actually foreshadowed that Eddie was going to be struck by the same bolt of lightning that got Buck AND that his reaction was going to be similar to how he felt after Shannon died.

I think the next meaningful layer of symbolism in the Eddie-Emergency!Dad parallel is the rain. The dad and kids didn’t have warning of the lightning because there was no rain. Going back to Shannon’s death, Eddie seemed to feel blindsided by that too. He didn’t expect her to ask for a divorce and he certainly didn’t expect her to die, though we could argue the writing was on the wall for all that, Eddie himself is fairly well established as clueless about the divorce before she requests it. 

Fast forward back to our current ep, we are left with the impression that there was warning for the Buddie of it all because both Buck and Eddie were in the same downpour before the lightning strike at the end of the ep. Not to mention Eddie himself commented on the rain finally starting when they were riding to the scene of the apartment fire. My point is that while Eddie didn’t expect to be overwhelmed by Shannon-shaped emotions until the bitter end back in 2b, we can argue that Eddie definitely expected to be deeply and harshly impacted by something happening to Buck out of the blue. I’m not trying to say that Eddie didn’t care about Shannon, because he did! But he had his hackles up and his emotional armor at the ready with her until she hit him with the one-two divorce and death punch. 

Eddie has no such armor when it comes to Buck. The best he can do to hide his heartbreak and overwhelm at various points in his relationship with Buck now that he’s done some healing is to keep his distance but he’s still loudly feeling every tiny shift that happens in their relationship. The two of them have multiple seasons of professional partnership, general friendship, and borderline co-parenting between them, and they are nowhere near on bad terms with each other. So Eddie is fully aware going into the lightning strike that if anything were to happen to Buck, he would be devastated. I think his awareness of that is a daily thing because they work a dangerous job together every damn day. In season 2, even after they took vows to one another, he might have been able to deny it but now in season 6, no one can tell me that Eddie isn’t hyperaware of what his life and his mental state would be like if he lost Buck. Buck matters to Eddie so damn much and he knows it. Hence the rain as a warning right before the lightning strike that takes Buck out and crushes Eddie’s glass heart. Turns out lightning did strike twice, once for Shannon (remember Eddie crying on the beach clutching her letter in his hands) and now for Buck.

The degree to which Eddie feels at liberty to show his shattered heart after the Buck lightning strike is another story. I think the opening 610 emergency foreshadowed that part of Eddie’s reaction too. The dad in the call asks for his kids and tells them he’s going to be okay. He’s trying to ease their minds even while bleeding out. Eddie basically does the same thing by explaining Buck’s coma to Chris and then standing behind him, out of sight to cry softly in the corner! Eddie didn’t want his distress to spread to Christopher. He wanted him to be his usual hopeful and positive self. He didn’t want to scare Christopher and make him worry for Buck more. Still though, just like the dad in the emergency is really and truly hurt and struggling, Eddie is too. His glass heart is shattered by the lightning strike. Because Eddie was hit by the same bolt, it’s clear that the emotional fallout for him from the lightning strike will be huge. My guess is that he may revert a bit while processing everything that happened, but I don’t think that will last long if the show goes that route because Eddie’s done some major healing. He will hopefully feel empowered to say how he’s feeling about the lightning strike and Buck almost dying. Bonus points if we get overprotective and anxious Eddie aggressively guarding Buck’s back, front, and flanks, before he finally delves into the trauma...out loud...with Buck!!

On the Buck and kids side of that 610 emergency call, he was explaining the intense heat of a lightning strike to the kids and how it turns the sand to glass. He also noted that you can’t fix everything but it will be okay in the end. Basically control of every situation isn’t possible. Interestingly, Chris seems to intuitively understand this fact that Buck had to work hard to start to understand. Chris takes Eddie being shot and Buck being struck in stride. He loves them both and is concerned about them but he doesn’t imagine that anything is his fault or even that he has to do anything different to fix the situation. Chris just loves them, shows up for them (video call with Eddie after the shooting and hospital visit with Buck during the coma), and then he trusts the universe to bring them all together again! Buddie need to take a page from Chris’ book!!

The 610 opening emergency was honestly doing way more Buddie and Buckley-Diaz Family work than I ever would have expected!

[voraciousvore]

The Giant (13/16)

------Chapter 13------

The next spell I attempted was the growth spell. To be frank, I wanted to do certain things with my boyfriend that I couldn't accomplish at my current size. However, thus far I had only been able to grow double or triple my size, and only for a couple of minutes at the most. For perspective, that meant even with the spell at its most potent I was still smaller than Chester's hand.

Disappointed, I moved on to manifesting portals, with equally limited success. Lightning spells were harder for me to use, and worked better during a storm or near electrical devices. Initially, no portals appeared at all, just little balls of electricity shedding cobalt sparks. With practice, I made tiny portals appear, keyholes to another world that I could peek through. I could see little snippets of the human world, but I felt farther away from home than ever. I kept making more portals, this time the size of windows. I managed to keep them stable long enough for me to be able to pass through, but I didn't want to travel there yet, until my spells were more reliable. I didn't want to unintentionally strand myself without any way to get back to Chester.

One afternoon, there was another lightning storm brewing, so I decided to try and make a portal outside. Chester came out with me to keep me company. He sat on the porch steps behind me, watching me practice. I made a good-sized portal that was remarkably well-casted. From this side I could see my parent's farmhouse.

"Should I go through this time?" I asked Chester.

"You might as well," he replied. "I think you've practiced enough that you should be able to come back. I'm sure your folks are very worried about you." He picked me up in his hand and gave me a kiss. "I'll be waiting for you here. Take as long as you need."

As Chester made a motion to put me back on the ground, a bolt of bright blue lightning shot out of the sky and struck the portal. The portal exploded outward in a huge wave and showered us in blue sparks. In a flash, the portal expanded exponentially and sucked up Chester, with me still in his hand. It all happened so quickly, neither of us fully comprehended what happened.

Chester toppled out of the portal and fell with a tremendous crash on his rear end in an open field. I tumbled out of his hand a short distance and landed on the ground in between his legs. The portal, after spitting us out, fizzled with a stream of sparks and vanished. I stood up, dusted off my pants, and surveyed our surroundings. My parent's house wasn't far from us; I needed to rush over there and explain to them what was going on before they saw the giant in their backyard and freaked out. I had no doubt Chester shook the whole house when he fell on the ground with his huge bulk.

"H-hey..." Chester spoke up. I looked up at his face. He looked completely bewildered to the point of almost fear. "What just happened? Why... everything is so small!" He coiled his fingers around a nearby tree, which did indeed look diminutive next to his giant hand. I recognized how confused he must be, since he had never been in a human-sized world before. I recalled how difficult it had been for me to adjust to the Land of Giants, where everything was so big.

"Chester," I explained slowly, "this is the human realm." I pointed toward the house. "My parents live in there. They are going to panic if they see you." The house probably wouldn't even come up to his knees if he stood up. "Just... stay here for a minute. Don't get up."

Chester had a look of increasing alarm in his eyes but nodded at my words. He absently ran his fingers through the field of corn next to him, like a regular person might run his hand through grass. I didn't have time to reassure him; I needed to get to the house. I started to run in that direction, but I was too late. My dad had already come out with a big shotgun, with my mom following close behind. I waved my hands above my head to get their attention.

"Dad! Mom! Everything is okay!" I yelled in an effort to deescalate the situation.

"Jackie!" they shouted in unison. A rush of emotions cycled over their faces, but I noticed fear was dominant. "Over here! Hurry, run!" My father rushed towards me with urgency, brandishing his weapon towards Chester. He raised the gun to his eye to aim, and put his finger on the trigger.

"No, Dad! Don't shoot!" I screamed at him. My mother embraced me and forced me behind her, as if she by herself could protect me from the immense giant in front of us. Seeing Chester from their perspective, I could understand how terrified they were. In response to my words, my dad cautiously lowered his weapon, not taking his eyes off the giant. I heard aggressive barks and growls and saw their two pet dogs had joined us too.

"He's friendly," I clarified. "He wouldn't hurt anyone. He saved my life." My parents looked at me in shock, then back at Chester. The dogs continued to charge towards him, barking fearlessly. The giant carefully reached out to the dogs, palm up, and let them smell his hand. The dogs sniffed, wagged their tails, barked, and ran circles excitedly around him. Seeing that their dogs weren't crushed to a pulp or swiped up and eaten, my parents lowered their guard slightly, but were still on high alert.

"Jackie, where have you been all this time? You've been missing for weeks. We thought you were..." My mom couldn't bring herself to finish. I gave her a hug and she cried. My dad wrapped his arm around both of us, but still held the shotgun in his other hand, ready to use it if needed.

"It's a long story," I said. "Anyways... I guess I should introduce you to my boyfriend. This is Chester." My parents stared at me, and then at Chester, and then back at me, incredulous. Chester sat motionless, a light blush spreading on his cheeks. He was still baffled by his miniscule surroundings and hadn't yet recovered.

"You can't be serious," my mom cried, gaping. My dad furrowed his brow and glared at the giant. This impromptu introduction was not going well at all. Chester still hadn't said anything.

"Chester!" I called. "I wanted to introduce you to my parents, Gerald and Wendy."

When I called his name, Chester finally snapped out of his daze. "Um... h-hello," he greeted them nervously, running his hand through his hair. Of course he knew they were terrified of him, and he was a bit ruffled himself. "It's nice to meet you both." We were standing at an awkwardly far distance away from the giant, but he didn't want to frighten my folks by coming closer. I gripped their hands in mine and encouraged them to move forward. Initially, they both remained rooted to the spot. The dogs ran over to us, wagging their tails, then ran back over to Chester. One of them jumped up on his shoe and began gnawing on his shoelace. The other dog allowed Chester to pet him with his finger. Seeing their dogs act without fear, my parents reluctantly stepped toward the giant.

"Now, listen here, you," my dad lectured, raising a finger in the air, "if what Jackie says is true, you better treat her with nothing but the upmost respect, you understand me?" Despite his aggressive words, and his attempt to project confidence, I could tell my dad was still terribly frightened. He was painfully aware that the giant man could squash him like an insect if angered. His hand at his side was clenched around his gun so tight his knuckles were turning white, and his legs were shaking like jello. Chester must have noticed too, but my dad's effort to act normal put him more at ease.

"Of course, sir," Chester responded, tilting his head in respectful acknowledgement. There was an uncomfortable pause as nobody really knew what to say.

To break the tension, I cleared my throat and spoke up. "Chester has been wonderful to me Dad, you don't have to worry about that." I walked up to him and sat in his palm. He lifted me up to his knee and cradled me securely in his hands. My parents couldn't help staring in wonderment at his incredible size.

"Um... I'd invite you inside, but I d-don't think you'd fit in the h-house," my mom piped up, a tremor in her voice.

"It's alright, it's a nice day today anyways." Unlike the storm we left behind in the Land of Giants, the weather here was warm and sunny. Chester looked down at my mom and smiled. She was hesitant but timidly smiled back. My dad loosened his death grip on his gun. The moment was interrupted by Chester's stomach growling, which caused both my parents to jump in terror. Chester placed his hand on his belly with a pained expression on his face.

"Sorry about that," he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"Aw, are you hungry sweetie? I'll fix you something right up," my mother quickly interjected. She looked at me with worry. "What does he eat?"

"He'll eat anything Mom, don't fret," I answered. "Although, we really ought to be going if he's hungry. I doubt you'd have enough food in the whole house to prepare him a meal. He could probably eat the entire refrigerator." I laughed. My parents were intimidated by the thought of the giant's appetite, and could only manage to titter nervously.

"Before you go, can we speak to you Jackie? In the house?" my dad asked. I nodded, and Chester lowered his huge hand to the ground so I could dismount. My parents and I walked to the house, and the dogs paraded over when they saw us leaving together. Once we got inside, my parents both exhaled shakily and wiped the sweat from their foreheads. I knew they had been afraid at first, but I hadn't realized just how stressed they had been around Chester.

"Is everything okay Jackie? You're not hurt? He's not holding you against your will is he?" The questions poured from their lips like a flood. "Where did he come from? Why did it take you so long to get here? Where were you? And how is he your boyfriend?!"

I took a deep breath, and began the tedious process of explaining to them everything that had transpired. Well, not everything. I didn't tell them about all the times I had been gobbled up, or the little arrangement I had with Chester to control his appetite. I didn't tell them the gruesome details of my kidnapping, and how scared I had been around other giants, or all the dangers I still faced in the Land of Giants. I didn't tell them that giants do in reality eat people, just like in the fairy tales. In fact, I left out so much of the story that I hardly told them anything.

However, I did express to them how caring and gentle Chester had been to me, how he had rescued me from a potentially horrible fate the first night I had found myself amongst giants. I told them about my ability to use magic, and how all this time I had been learning so I could come back and visit them. And, of course, I told them about how my love for Chester had naturally blossomed, and my plans to stay with him in his world, the Land of Giants.

This last point did not sit well with my folks at all, but they knew they couldn't stop me from making my own decisions, and wished me the best. We hugged and said our farewells. My parents gave me a knapsack full of items I would find useful for living in a giant world, including human-sized plates, bowls, and silverware, which I was very grateful for. My mother, despite my protests, also insisted on at least feeding the hungry giant an apple pie she had baked, even though it would barely be more than a crumb to him due to his size.

She brought the pie out to him, along with some leftover roast chicken. She was still frightened of Chester, but her motherly compassion for an empty belly won out. Chester was charmed by the tiny food and tried his best not to scare her. He allowed her to place the roast chicken on the tip of his finger and lapped it up with delight. He carefully plucked the pie from her hands with his thumb and finger and placed it on his tongue, making sure not to accidentally swallow the pie tin with the pie.

"Mmmmm, delicious! My compliments to the chef," Chester remarked, returning to her the empty pie tin. My mother twisted her apron in her hand apprehensively and looked down at her feet.

"Thank you," she answered softly. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, proud of her for being so brave. I kissed my dad too, who had been standing at her side defensively.

"Well, I suppose we ought to be going," I stated. "Love you guys, I'll visit again soon."

"Love you too," my parents affirmed. They looked a bit sad to see me go.

I focused my energy on manifesting another portal and imagined Chester's cottage in my mind's eye. A ball of cobalt sparks appeared and inflated into a portal. I continued to expand the gateway, larger and larger. My parent watched with amazement. The thought occurred to me that I had never on my own created a portal big enough for a giant to pass through. The previous portal had been struck by lightning and became unstable due to the infusion of so much extra electricity. Pushing those concerns aside, I forced more magic into the portal. It had grown large enough for Chester's head to fit through, but not the rest of his body. I started to sweat and struggle. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't get the opening any bigger. The portal flickered and died. I cringed.

We had a serious problem on our hands. I was out of magic now, and might not be capable of making a large enough portal to transport Chester home, even at my full capacity. Chester was hungry, not having eaten a sufficient meal since breakfast. He was a voracious giant, with an empty belly, surrounded by his natural prey, humans. I just hoped he could hold himself in check long enough for us to get back without eating anyone. I made my best attempt to keep calm and act like the issue was only a minor inconvenience.

"Well, I ran out of magic. I'm going to have to rest up and... try again tomorrow. Would it be too much of an imposition for us to stay the night?"

My parents looked up at the huge giant uneasily. "He'll have to sleep outside obviously. It's a good thing we live out in the middle of nowhere," my dad grumbled.

Chester knitted his brow, clearly concerned. He put his hand on his belly and winced slightly. His stomach whined again for food. He looked at me with urgency in his eyes, and I could only frown and shrug my shoulders helplessly. I felt more and more alarmed at the impending crisis that could potentially unfold if I was unsuccessful in casting a giant-sized portal, but I couldn't show it. I didn't want to scare my folks any more than I already had today. Why did Chester always need to eat so damn much?

"Hey, is it okay if I eat one of those?" Chester asked my parents, pointing to a herd of cattle a ways off. They were fenced off in an adjacent field, blissfully unaware of the giant predator nearby as they munched on some hay.

"Uh, sure? I suppose we could slaughter one for you-"

Chester had other plans. Before my mother could finish speaking, the giant stood up to his full height, quelling her into silence. My parents hadn't seen him on his feet yet, and they quaked when they comprehended just how colossal he truly was. He took a single step, making sure not to crush the fence under his boot, and crouched down near the herd. He reached down and snatched up one of the cows in his hand. The cow bellowed in terror, but the giant swiftly put it out of its misery by snapping its neck with his teeth, decapitating the poor creature in the process. He cracked the skull with his molars like a human would crack the shell of a sunflower seed. Next, he tossed the carcass into his mouth and swallowed it, not even bothering to chew.

All the humans present gaped, flabbergasted. Even I was amazed to see him gulp down an entire cow, and I had seen him inhale plenty of meals. Oblivious to how rattled we all were, Chester returned to us and crouched down.

"That'll tide me over for a little while," he announced, licking his lips with satisfaction. My parents could only nod dumbly.

By now, the sun was beginning to set, bathing the farm in a twilight glow. My parents, eager for an excuse to get away from the scary giant, bid us goodnight and retired to their home. They offered me a bed to sleep in indoors, but I declined, opting to stay outside with Chester and keep him company. Luckily, with the summer season, the night was warm, and the stars were bright. Chester bedded down in the open field left fallow, and I settled down in my usual spot on his chest.

Once we were alone and more free to speak, Chester voiced his concerns. "Jackie, do you think you'll be able to cast a portal large enough to transport me?"

"I-I don't know," I confessed. "I hope so."

Chester hesitated before finally choking out, "I'm scared Jackie. I don't want to lose control again. I'm trying to hold it back, but it's a lot harder when I'm hungry."

I rubbed his chest with my hand. "I know Chester. Stay strong, okay? We'll just have to pray for tomorrow. Don't fret." After a pause, I asked him, "why do you always need to eat so much anyways? It's like you can't go without a single meal."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Chester had to laugh. "Have you seen the size of me, woman? It takes a lot of food to fill someone as big as me. My body needs a lot of fuel to survive." He had a point.

I laid my head over Chester's huge heart and gradually drifted off.

Chapter 14

Chapter 1

[undeadbanjos]

Jolt-WishShipping OneShot

Yugi couldn’t help but giggle to himself. 

Joey was completely curled into a ball of blankets at this point. One pulled over his head and back, one in his lap on top of a pillow. You could only make out his eyes peeking out towards the screen. 

“Don’t fuckin go in there don’t fuckin go in there.” Joey was scooching back on the couch. Yugi saw a hand sneak out from the blankets and reach for the popcorn bowl. Yugi glanced back at the movie. He’d already seen it in theaters, but Joey didn’t go with him. 

He got a bit sheepish when he-

“SHIT!” The popcorn toppled over and the pile of blankets curled back up. “I fuckin knew that shit was gonna happen and it still fuckin got me.” Yugi sweeped the popcorn back into the bowl with his hand. Most of it just landed on the couch. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to warn you?” Yugi set the bowl on the table where it’d be safer. 

“Nah I’m fine.” 

“He said from under the blanket.” Yugi shook his head and tugged at the top one. “Come on Joey, we don’t have to finish this if you don’t want to.” “I said I’m-” Outside thunder rumbled and Joey jumped, falling backward off the couch. “Fine,” He grunted.

“Okay let’s at least pause it.” Yugi grabbed the remote and hit the button before pulling Joey up. “C’mon I’ll make you a coffee.” 

“Thanks.” Joey pulled a piece of popcorn out of his hair. “I’ll clean the rest of this up.” Yugi chuckled. 

“Sounds like a plan then.” He padded into the kitchen and set the kettle on the stove to make himself some tea. He then started to work on Joey’s coffee. By the time it started to brew Joey was done cleaning the popcorn and strolled in the kitchen. 

“Okay, so for the record. I wasn’t scared.” Joey shoved his hands in his pockets. “Those movies just know how to get a reaction outta me.” “Mhm.” Yugi grabbed the mugs from the cabinet. “You don’t have to tell me Joey.” He saw him walk up behind him in the reflection of the window. Outside the rain started to fall harder. A bolt of lightning flashed in front of them. 

“Woof.” Joey took a deep breath. “Not my favorite weather.” Yugi frowned, remembering the semifinals of Battle City a few days before.. 

“Mine neither.” He whispered. “I used to like storms.” “Yeah.” Joey mumbled and shrugged as he reached for the kettle that was now steaming. He poured the hot water into one of the mugs for Yugi. “I mean, I didn’t really love ‘em before but now-” He let the sentence taper off. Yugi set a tea bag in his mug and stirred some honey into it. He tried to push out the gut wrenching feeling he got when he saw Joey get struck by lightning. He tried busying himself, making Joey’s coffee for him. The silence was heavy in the air until Joey cleared his throat. “Hey Yug?”

“Yes Joey?” Yugi’s voice cracked and he felt himself blush a bit. Joey smiled softly and took another deep breath. 

“Can I ask ya somethin’ kinda weird?” 

“Sure.” Yugi shrugged. Joey rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Um….when…I got struck….” He looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip. “I think…it…. I think I gotta scar.” 

“Oh.” Yugi raised his eyebrows and frowned. 

“Um…but. But it's…it’s  kinda on my back.” He winced.

“Do you…” Yugi felt his cheeks grow hot,”did you want me to look at it for you?” 

“Um.” Joey looked back at him for a second and averted his gaze. “I don’t really…have a doctor or nothin’ and I didn’t wanna scare Serenity…” Joey scratched his head. “And my pop-”

“It’s okay Joey.” Yugi crossed over and smiled softly. “I can look.” 

“Kay.” Joey took a breath, sounding slightly relieved. “Um…your room?” “Yeah.” Yugi grabbed his mug and nodded towards the stairs. Joey followed, closing the door behind them. He sat his mug down on the desk and paused at the bottom of his shirt.

“Oh yeah I uh…I did get in a scrap earlier today.” 

“What?” “I got bruises from that too, so-” Joey pulled his shirt over his head. “Just so ya know.” 

“Who’d you fight?” “Eddy Fincher.” “Why’d you fight Eddy Fincher?” Yugi furrowed his brow. Joey looked up at the ceiling. “Joey?” He huffed. 

“Does it matter?” He sounded a bit agitated. Yugi raised his hands in defense. 

“No, I guess not.” Yugi raised his eyebrows. “You just normally don’t swing without reason.” Joey looked down at his feet and shrugged. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. Do you still want me to look?” 

“Yeah.” Joey sighed deeply and turned around. Yugi tried not to gasp. Yes, there was a bruise on his side, but that wasn’t what was so shocking.

Poor choice of words.

It’s almost like Yugi could see the pattern the lightning took in Joey’s body. Branches of scars traveled down his back down past his boxers. It looked like it was fading but still…painful.

“Does it hurt?” Yugi mumbled and stepped closer. 

“Sometimes.” Joey mumbled. “It’s like I’ll just be walkin’ and I get a pain in my arm or something. It’s like…achy…” He turned back to him. “It look bad?” “It looks like they’re going away.” Yugi’s finger hovered over the pattern. “It’s….weirdly beautiful.” That made Joey chuckle as he reached for his shirt. 

“Well that’s a relief.” Joey turned back and looked down at Yugi. “Don’t wanna hurt my good looks.” “That’d take more than a bolt of lightning.” Yugi shut his mouth quickly, a little surprised with himself.

Smooth one partner. 

Shut up. 

Joey cocked his head and grinned down at him. Yugi felt very suddenly that the two of them were really close. He watched Joey’s eyes search his, almost like he was trying to look into his mind. Joey swallowed, and took a shaky breath. 

“Yug?” “Yeah?” Yugi clenched his fists and did his best not to look at Joey’s bare chest. 

“Um…” He bit his lip as if he was trying to gain enough courage to say what he wanted. He blinked a few times as if he’d come to some conclusion in his head.”.....Eddy Fincher was callin’ you a loser.” Joey looked away. “So I kicked his ass.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” Joey pulled his shirt back over his head and grabbed his mug. “I didn’t want you to worry bout it.” 

“Okay.” Yugi rubbed his arm as Joey stepped back towards the door. He opened it and nodded towards the stairs.

“Wanna finish that movie?” Joey grinned sheepishly. “Promise I won’t make another mess.” “Don’t make promises you can’t keep Joey.” Yugi patted his arm as he walked past him. He did his best to ignore the jolt he felt at the smallest touch. They got back on the couch and started their movie back up. Joey quickly became a ball of blankets once more. Yugi stared at the screen, but couldn’t watch the movie.

He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing those scars better. 

[thalia-weasley]

WEASLEY WEDNESDAY!!

My humble contribution to this wonderful day. NSFW!

TRIGGER WARNING!!

Pregnancy, loss

Flashes of red, purple, and yellow light exploded throughout an abandoned poacher camp deep in the Forbidden Forest. Cries of “Confringo” and “Levioso” echoed from amongst the trees as four aurors battled against goblins. Many thought that the attacks would have ended with Ranrok’s demise…but there were those still out there that kept the fires of rebellion raging.

MC hunkered down behind a nearby tree, her husband Garreth not far away as they attempted to decipher what was going on before them. The crescent moon above did little to pierce the leaf canopy, so the only sources of light were the spells themselves. They had to be careful since her best friend Rhaenyra and Sebastian were in the mix as well, and they were the ones currently fighting.

She heard a shout, “Bombarda!” A streak of red screamed towards her, and she rolled out of the way moments before the tree she had been hiding behind exploded into splinters. She threw up a hasty shield as she scrambled towards Garreth, ignoring the sharp edges of rocks digging into her palms and knees. He grabbed her and pulled her close into the protection of his arms. “Garreth, this is insane! We can’t see a damn thing, and Rhae and Sebastian are flinging spells all over the place. And it’s too dangerous to cast Lumos to try and help.”

He glanced down at her worriedly. “Even if it wasn’t, I’m not letting you put a target on your back…I’m not risking the life of our baby.”

She sighed since now was not the time to rehash that argument. “We’ve got to do something!”

Any reply that he might have had disappeared when they felt the ground beneath them start to tremble. They glanced around them, but it was hard to make out anything amongst the incessant flashing of spells. 

MC grit her teeth, hating to be pinned down like this. “Fuck it…LUMOS!” she cried as she hoisted her wand in front of her, ignoring Garreth’s frantic shouting. Instant fear froze her as she beheld the troll barrelling towards them from the trees, his club poised for a strike. Garreth shielded them, quickly following up with a stupefy that bought them a few seconds to escape. He grabbed her hand, and suddenly they had no choice but to join the fray since there was a larger enemy to take care of. A stray crossbow quiver whizzed by her ear, and she was struck by an idea. “Confringo!” she shouted as she pointed her wand at the crates that littered the camps, watching as they burst into flames. It wasn’t much, but it was enough light for them to see. 

The troll came bursting into the camp, club swinging wildly and knocking aside a few goblins. She and Garreth drew its attention, keeping its focus on them so that Rhae and Sebastian could finish off the rest of the goblins. Her ancient magic welled up inside her, and she thrust her wand into the sky, calling down a massive lightning bolt that slammed down onto the troll. He faltered briefly, but shook it off.

“You can’t take down a troll with normal spells!” Sebastian called as he joined them against the troll. “Their only weaknesses are the Unforgivables!”

“Be my guest, then, since you’re so familiar with them!” she fired back.

“MC, look out!” Garreth shouted, sprinting towards her.

Whirling around, she froze as she saw the huge boulder coming right at her–

-----

MC bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat and trembling, gasping for breath. The silent darkness around her, and the comforting feel of the soft bed beneath her reassured her that she was safe at home. But the horrific grip of the nightmare refused to release her, so she swung her legs out from under the sheets and wrestled on a black robe. Grabbing the cane by her bedside with her left hand, she limped her way downstairs, noticing the faint pinkish hue upon the horizon through the window. 

“You’re up early,” Ominis’ voice carried to her from the kitchen. “Have another nightmare? I heard you so I fixed you some chamomile tea.”

She slowly made her way over to him, accepting the warm cup and taking a sip. “It’s been a year, Ominis. A year since…” her voice faltered, unable to continue.

He laid a comforting hand upon her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “He’ll come back, MC,” he said softly.

She smiled wanly. “I wish I had your confidence,” she replied then walked over to the door, slipping on her shoes. “I’m going for a walk. Thank you for the tea,” she added as she gestured towards him with it. She wasn’t sure if he replied as she opened the door and stepped outside, the cool morning air slapping her in the face and chasing away the remnants of her nightmare. 

Early birdsong echoed throughout Aranshire, accompanied by the gentle rustling of the autumn leaves upon the trees. She could see muted lights on in the other houses, but it was early yet, so she strolled through the small hamlet to gaze upon the Black Lake. Hogwarts towered beyond it, its spires stretching towards the twilit sky.

It was hard to believe that it had been five years since they last walked those halls, the four of them almost inseparable. It was inevitable that she, Rhae and Sebastian would become aurors…but Garreth wanting to do so came as a shock to them all. But everyone knew that he did it to protect her, and he was surprisingly good at it, besides.

They were married shortly after they had completed their auror training, and even had their own place in Lower Hogsfield until tragedy happened. Now she was staying here with her friends…waiting for something that may never happen.

Noticing movement from the corner of her eye, she glanced down the path leading into the hamlet, the lamppost illuminating a figure lying upon the ground. Her first thought was maybe someone had a few too many drinks and passed out. But then she saw the ginger hair, and her heart dropped to her feet. Dropping her cup, she ran as best as she could over to him, wincing in pain as every movement jarred her bad knee. 

“Garreth?!” she shouted, falling to her knees beside him and turning him onto his back, her hand immediately flying to his neck to check for a pulse. It was thready, but it was there, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she searched his coat pockets for a Wiggenweld potion. 

Idiot! He wouldn’t be here if he had one!

She placed her hand on his dirt-covered cheek. “I’ll be right back, okay?” she reassured him, not sure if he could hear her. She ran back up the path, the incline pure torture, but she ignored it as she rounded the corner back into the hamlet. “OMINIS!” she shouted.

Within a few seconds, the door to their home was yanked open, and he stepped out with his wand ready. “MC? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

She rushed past him to the trunk they kept in the kitchen, hoping that Rhae and Sebastian hadn’t taken all the Wiggenweld potions with them on their current assignment for the Ministry. “Dammit!” she cursed when she saw it was empty. “Ominis, I need a Wiggenweld potion right now.”

“MC, will you please tell me what’s going on?” he demanded as he stepped back inside.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “It’s Garreth. He’s hurt and I couldn’t find any on him. I need help getting him here,” she said then rushed back out the door in a panic. Thankfully, someone was walking towards their house, perhaps wondering what had her so distressed. “Edgar! Please…I–”

“Calm down, love,” he spoke as he drew near, seeing her panicked expression. “What’s got ya screaming this time o’ the mornin’?” 

“It’s Garreth…he’s hurt, and I need your help,” she hurriedly explained. “He’s at the end of the path below the lamppost.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll go get ‘im,” he reassured her calmly. “You stay ‘ere.” He turned and sprinted off, disappearing around the corner. 

Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to give in to them as she turned around to go back inside and clear off the kitchen table. Luckily, there wasn’t much since it was usually just her and Ominis there. She hoped with all her heart that Garreth would be okay…she couldn’t lose him too.

Hearing Edgar’s voice outside, she opened the door to see him with his wand raised, Garreth floating along behind them. Together, they got him inside and onto the table; she immediately filled a bowl with water and grabbed a towel, dipping it in the water and cleaning off his face so she could see where he was hurt.

“Ominis…the potion,” she reminded him as she pulled aside his coat to check for blood, her face turning pale as she saw the gash along his right side, crusted with blood. “Edgar, your wand please,” she requested softly, trying her best not to break down into tears. She had faced many situations like this before, but when it was a loved one, it was much more difficult to remain calm. Accepting it solemnly, she laid it next to Garreth’s skin. “Vulnera Sanentur,” she spoke as she traced the wand down along the gash, watching as it began to close.

Ominis handed the phial of Wiggenweld to her, and she slid her hand behind her beloved’s head, sliding a finger across his chapped lips to get him to open his mouth for her. His lower lip dropped, and she carefully poured the potion, gently lowering his head when it was empty. After about a minute of anxious waiting, his chest heaved as he took in a deep breath, his hand immediately covering the gash in his side, confusion crossing his handsome face when he felt that it was mended. She gathered his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. “It’s alright, Garreth, you’re safe,” she assured him gently as her other hand brushed his ginger curls away from his forehead. Now that she knew he would be okay, the tears coursed down her cheeks as she buried her face in his shoulder and wept.

---

They relocated him to Rhae and Sebastian’s room, where she stripped him of his shirt and coat, leaving him half naked as she looked him over for any other injuries. He had a sprained ankle but, other than that, he was perfectly fine. She helped him onto the bed, and he leaned back against the headboard, watching as she wet a rag and wiped the blood from his midsection.

She fervently hoped that he didn’t notice how flushed her cheeks suddenly were. Or how a slow throbbing had begun in between her thighs the moment he had undressed in front of her. He was so beautiful, so uniquely male, that it made her head spin. She heard his breath catch, and she brought her gaze to his, seeing for herself that he was in a similar state of distress. She wanted nothing more than to crush her lips against his and claim him as hers…but uncertainty held her prisoner and kept her from indulging her desire. 

Suddenly, her wrists were caught in a grip of iron, and confusion crossed her face. “Garreth–?”

He glanced away, the muscle in his jaw flexing as he grit his teeth. “I think I can take care of myself from here,” he spoke in a strained voice.

She felt like he had slapped her in the face as tears welled in her eyes. At the same time, however, she should have expected that he would continue to shut her out. “I should have known that you would keep punishing me,” she spat, jerking her wrists from his grip, the force of it making her stumble into the doorframe due to her bad knee. 

Edgar heard the commotion and came to her aid. “You alright, Mrs. Weasley?”

She couldn’t help but notice Garreth flinching at hearing those words. “I’m…I’m fine,” she choked out around the lump in her throat. “I’m going to go lay down. Thank you, Edgar, for everything.” Slowly, she headed upstairs, willing the tears to remain at bay until she was behind closed doors. Once the door was firmly shut behind her, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in her pillow as ragged sobs shook her body. 

How could he be so close but so far away? When he had left a year ago, he had taken her heart with him, and she had cried nonstop for days and days afterward. She missed him so much, and now here he was, and he couldn’t even bear to have her touch him. What could she possibly do to make things right between them? There was no way that he was just going to accept an apology, given the severity of what had torn them apart. She wanted to throw herself at his mercy, do anything he wanted, if it meant being with him.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there. At one point she may have fallen asleep, exhausted from the morning’s events. Suddenly, there was a light tap upon her door. At first, she thought she was hearing things, but then it happened again. Sniffling and wiping her eyes, she slowly rose to her feet and limped over to the door. Taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to compose herself, she grabbed the door handle and opened it. 

Garreth stood there, looking for all the world like he used to when his aunt used to scold him for getting detention again in Potions class. Words escaped her since she had absolutely no idea of what to say. It was obvious that he wanted something, so she turned to walk back inside, leaving the door open in invitation for him to follow. She sat on the side of the bed, watching as he stepped inside and closed the door. Instead of sitting beside her, however, he sat on a chair in the corner of the room. “Why are you here, Garreth?” she asked quietly, barely able to hear her own words over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She saw him struggling for words before a wry smile appeared upon his lips. “Ominis threatened to hex me if I didn’t come up here and resolve things between us,” he chuckled, obviously choosing to hide his feelings behind humor.

She laughed dryly. “Indeed? So that’s the only reason that you’re here?” she fired back.

“MC, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” he insisted. “You know how I am…always turning things into a joke.”

“This. Isn’t. Funny, Garreth,” she spat. “And, yes, I know how you are. But…I never would have expected you to leave me when I needed you most. You weren’t the only one who lost…” her words halted as she couldn’t get the next words to come out. “Who lost…” she tried again but dissolved into tears.

Garreth rushed over to her, dropping to his knees upon the floor in front of her and gently took her into his arms, his own green eyes glistening with tears. Her fingers clutched at his back as she sobbed, her body trembling. “I’m…so…sorry,” she cried.

He stroked her soft hair with his hand as his other arm tightened around her. “Shh…no need for apologies, love,” he whispered around his own tears. “I forgave you for that a long time ago. I stayed away because I was ashamed. I’m not like you…and Sebastian…and Rhae. You do all this fighting and it’s like it never bothers you. What happened that night really shook me. I had never been so scared. I almost lost you. And then we lost the baby…the only thing I could do was run. And no apology will ever begin to make up for that.”

She pulled away slightly, her swollen eyes gazing at him with all the love that she felt for him. “Well, you’re damn well gonna try,” she responded with a weak chuckle as she raised her hand to his lips, never realizing how much she missed kissing those freckles.

“Oh I will, my darling wife,” he breathed as he caught her lips in a heated kiss, a ragged moan vibrating deep within his chest as he buried his hand in her hair.

MC was lost as his heat surrounded her, returning his passionate kisses with reckless abandon as she moaned when they parted to catch their breath. She eagerly pressed her body closer to his, wanting to get as close to him as she physically could. Her hands loosened the tie that bound her robe, and she shrugged out of it, leaving her dressed in a cotton shift. 

Both his hands flew to her thighs, his rough skin sliding across hers and making her gasp against his lips. One of them slid up her inner thigh, and she parted her legs as she shifted her hips forward to grant him easier access. His finger teased at her wet slit as he groaned against her lips. “You’re so fucking wet.” He played a bit more, enticing more of her slick juices from her as her breathing became ragged.

“Garreth,” she gasped as his finger found her most sensitive spot, teasing at the hardening nub with a practiced touch. His hand grabbed the shoulder of her shift and yanked down, exposing one of her breasts to his hungry mouth. His lips and teeth teased at her nipple as his fingertip swirled below. She clutched him against her, her hips grinding against his touch as her needy moans filled his ears. “Garreth…mmm…fuck…”

His lips left her breast, his desire laden gaze meeting hers. “Don’t cum for me yet,” he whispered. “I’m not done.”

The slight growl in his voice sent shivers through her body, almost tipping her over the edge. Gently, he pushed her down upon the bed, his hand massaging her exposed breast, fingers tweaking her hardened nipples. He pushed the gown up above her hips, a ragged moan escaping from her lips when she felt his wet tongue delve between her folds. 

“Mmm…delicious,” he moaned. “Better than I remember.” He thrust his finger deep inside her, and she cried out as the intense pleasure rocked her to her core. 

She writhed against him. “Garreth please,” she begged him in a strangled whisper, desperate for him to end this sweet torture upon her body. It had been so long, and none of her daydreams had done this moment justice.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly. She gazed down at him, his finger moving inside her. “Cum for me, love. Let me taste you.”

Her orgasm exploded within her, her hands gripping the blankets as she cried aloud. She didn’t care if Ominis heard her as waves of intense pleasure wracked her entire body, leaving her breathless and quivering. He removed his finger from inside her, bringing it up to her lips. She opened her mouth and eagerly sucked upon it, watching him under lowered eyelids since she knew he loved to watch her taste herself.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he stood up to unbuckle his pants. She sat up, eager to assist as she gazed upon the scattering of freckles upon his body. Her lips touched upon his stomach, upon the spot that was now reduced to an angry red line. Soon, his trousers were tossed aside, and she positioned herself underneath his girthy dick, gazing up at him as he caressed her face with his sensitive tip, leaving a trail of glistening precum.

She extended her tongue, and he pumped a few times before easing it into her wet mouth with a tortured groan. “Ohh fuuuck, I missed this. You were always so good at it,” he panted as she opened her mouth wide and took him completely, her nails digging into his firm ass. His hand fisted into her hair, his hips pushing gently, ragged moans accompanying the wet sounds of sucking as she hollowed her cheeks around him. She felt him twitching as he was getting close, surprised when he pulled her away from him. She gazed up at him questioningly. “Can’t let that happen if we’re going to make another baby,” he explained gently, his hand touching her cheek.

Happy tears sprang to her eyes, and she reached up to pull him down towards her, her lips devouring his as their tongues teased each other with soft flicks. “Mmmm…Garreth, I love you,” she whispered between kisses as he removed her gown with one tug, pushing her back onto the bed and easing himself between her legs.

“And I love you, MC…so much,” he breathed as he shifted her knees up towards her chest. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

She gazed up at him lovingly. “You could never hurt me,” she whispered as she touched his cheek with her hand. “I’d welcome any pain if it meant being with you.”

Overcome with emotion, he kissed her deeply as he eased himself inside her, his mouth catching the deep moan that erupted from her as he filled her completely. “Fuck, you feel so good and tight,” he hissed, keeping still a moment in an effort to calm his desires.

She wiggled her hips beneath him as she kissed along his neck and shoulder, never imagining that she could love him even more than she did on the day that she married him. He looked so handsome standing there in his black suit, and as they spoke their vows, she knew that he was the only one she wanted to spend her life with. To have a family with.

“Make love to me,” she whispered against his ear. “Fuck me, anything…I’m yours.”

His hips began to thrust eagerly into her, coating their thighs with her juices. She moaned with every deep thrust, her nails digging into his back as her teeth bit upon his shoulder. His thrusts picked up in intensity, delving deeper until his body shuddered, a deep groan emerging as his orgasm claimed him. Breathless and shaking, he collapsed on her left side, gathering her into his arms and holding her close. “I love you so fucking much,” he spoke softly into her ear. “I promise, I will never leave you again.”

She chuckled. “If it means this happens, I wouldn’t mind it at all.”

“Wench,” he laughed, giving her a playful swat on her backside. “So, does this mean we can go home?” he asked as he pulled away enough to see her face.

She leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m sure Ominis will be happy to have his room back.”

It took him a moment before a look of horror bloomed across his handsome face. “You mean we just…this is…where was he sleeping?” 

She giggled. “With Rhae and Sebastian in their room. Although they stay gone so much it’s really just him now. Now that you’re back, he’ll be able to join them again.”

He kissed her softly. “I must thank Ominis for taking such good care of you when I didn’t. I’m so–”

She silenced him with a finger upon his lips. “No more of that. You’re here now, and that’s what matters. We have our entire lives ahead of us,” she added happily.

[trashboatprince]

A Frankensteinian gentleman and hubristic sciencer creating a creature but upon its fateful awakening finding they are not quite as expected?

Wanna know something funny? I was just reading a Frankenstein-based one-shot yesterday morning. Containing content that would get this blog into a lot of trouble, but that's fine. :)

Warning: unethical experiments, please imagine Crowley with his Scottish accent while reading this

On with the fic!

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"It WILL work this time, I just know it!" Dr. Crowley grinned, looking under the sheet. "My calculations are much more accurate this time."

"Did you remember to carry the three this time, dear boy?" Doctor (if you could really call him that) McFell sniffed, turning the page of his book, a bored expression on his face.

Crowley glowered at McFell and stood up straight. "Do not be doubting me, McFell! I actually finished school!" He saw the nasty glare he was getting, yet pushed on anyway. "Unlike you."

"I am still more accomplished than you. I am not the one that decided that to solve the crop death problem was to implant seeds into the rodent population in order to-"

"Blahblahblahblah! That was... an attempt!" Crowley waved his hand about. "But this time, oooh, this time, we shall get everything up and runnin', McFell!"

With a sigh, McFell set aside his book, but kept his glasses on his face as he approached the table, throwing back the sheet to look at the rather creepy sight underneath. Using only the freshest of corpses, and with a lot of plant matter, liquids, and detailed work (along with a long night spent carefully infusing a whole hell of a lot of cloroplaste into a reconstructed blood system), Crowley's latest attempt at solving Scotland's recent poor growing season was ready to come to life!

It had been a very long discussion of whole the hell this could even work between him and McFell, considering that it wasn't exactly natural, but at this point, desperate times called for desperate measures.

That, and when you drink your weight in wine and somehow draw up anatomically and botanically accurate models of a plant man that can release healthy seeds into soil... well...

You kinda have to go with your gut and at least attempt to make this stupid idea a reality.

"Are you sure tonight is the night?" McFell asked.

"Very sure!" Crowley said as he made sure the metal in certain parts of the monster were sturdy, ready for the bursts of power they were about to receive. "At least 96% sure!"

"Only 96%?"

Crowley paused and looked away. "Yeah, let's go with that. Alright! No time like the present!" And he bonded off to the switch that allowed for their lab's roof to open. He flipped the next switch, the table started to rise, and out into the storm it went.

"If this works, I owe you a bottle of something drinkable." McFell said from where he stood.

"And I you if it doesn't!" Crowley grinned and stared at the storm, watching as lightning danced across the sky. He let out a whoop when a bolt struck the metal rods around the opening and there was a bright glow from the table.

McFell watched in wonder and Crowley felt so smug. He turned when there was a horrible screeching sound from the metal slap and before he could lower it, something rolled off and fell thirty feet to the ground.

With a very, very loud, wet splat.

McFell and Crowley looked at the greenish mess all over their stone floor and Crowley sighed. "Well, it was alive, so we know it works."

"Yes." McFell nodded, frowning as he looked at the goop on his shoes. "Though we should probably install some safety guards around the table the next time this happens."

"Nn... y-yeah, good point. Well, we both won and lost, wanna get sauced?"

"Yes please, after a quick change, I'm covered in..."

"Yeah. Me too. Uhg."

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Probably not a spooky fic, but there was something so funny about having Crowley and Aziraphale similar to how they were in 1827 to me cause, ya know, grave robbing for science!

Also, I can't get over Dr. McFell, great name.

[h50europe]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Merthur)

by writingcreature

Merlin leaned his head against the window pane. His thoughts were far away. Not even the light of the oncoming vehicles blinded him. He simply did not see it. What he saw was Arthur dying in his arms. Again and again. The scene was playing in an endless loop in his head. It had been that way for ages. 

Since then, Merlin tried to convince himself that what he and Arthur had felt for each other never really existed. But then... why did it feel like someone had ripped out his heart or his soul had been shredded? 

Merlin was at the end of his rope, utterly exhausted and couldn't even tell when he had last slept. He closed his eyes and gave in to temptation. He knew that if he got involved in this mind game, he would be hurt even more. Only, by now, he had become addicted to that bittersweet pain that burned hot through his veins. 

There it was, Arthur's voice. And when Merlin opened his eyes, he found himself back in Cauldron Manor. The sanctuary he had created in his mind to be close to Arthur.

"Don't you think you've had enough today?" asked his friend as Merlin poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"Nope, I don't think so. If the stuff would at least get me drunk, but not just for a few hours," Merlin replied, embittered. He emptied the glass in one gulp and slammed it down on the sideboard.

"Must have been one of those days," Arthur stated dryly.

Merlin turned around, "When isn't it one of those days? Huh?"

"Sorry, I was trying to show compassion." 

"Compassion... Don't you think it's a bit late for that? If you had an ounce of compassion, you wouldn't have left me alone back then. You wouldn't have died in my arms." Merlin's eyes began to glow. Rage was boiling inside of him. 

"Do you think it was easy for me? I always wished to grow old with you." 

Merlin had turned away from Arthur and closed his eyes. A tear forced its way through his long lashes and ran down his cheek. The anger had given way to a pain that threatened to tear him apart. His chin quivered.

"Then just come back to me, Arthur. Find your way out of the darkness. Let me be your beacon," Merlin whispered. 

"Believe me, if it were that easy, I would have done it long ago. But I don't know how." 

"God, Arthur, it drives me crazy not knowing where you are or how you're doing." 

"I know, and I'm sorry. Merlin, you know how much I love you, right?" 

"Of course I do. I didn't mean to..." Merlin's voice failed. He waved his hand, and Arthur disappeared.

It hurt him too much.

"I'm yours, Arthur. Until forever," Merlin whispered as another tear ran down his cheek. "I wished you were much more than just a figment of my imagination."

Merlin was back in the empty motel room. The sky had darkened, and lightning flashed, followed by booming thunder.

The rain pelted down. One of the lightning bolts struck next to a cave that had once been a druid's refuge. Seconds later, a hand forced its way through the mud. 

Merlin snapped his eyes open, "Arthur!" 

The reason for this miracle was their deep, honest love for each other, an extremely rare constellation of stars and magic. But fate would not make it that easy for them. We all know that the powers that be often resort to unfair means. And that everything comes with a price...

[acherontiarchivist]

Love Me Dead

This is part one in my fic series where the slashers kill the reader in a romantic or sexual context!

Pairing: Gabriel May (Malignant)/GN!Reader

Tw obviously for graphic depictions of violence, murder (if anyone comes across something they thing I should add, please let me know!)

If you would like to be tagged in future installments or for specific slashers, please shoot me an ask! Otherwise, please enjoy the reading!

@honkandheello @bubbastit @kkennymc

"I don't understand," his voice, a harsh whisper barely audible over the crackling static of the radio, cuts through the silence.

As the sun sinks further beneath the horizon, darkness permeates the room like an all consuming void; the world shrinking, falling away until all that remains are him, and you.

But it's never just that. Someone else is always there.

"Look, there are…" you trail off, sifting your brain for the right explanation, the right choice of words. "There's not one right way to share an intimate relationship with your partner."

"Then why not… my way? Why can't I have this… one shred of normalcy?" Feedback rings between the pauses he takes. He's growing upset, you tell by the difficulty he's having projecting his voice, and the flickering of the lamp. One of the many ways you've come by to understand him better. "Why… can't I touch you like other… people do? Why won't you touch me like that?"

Your heart drops at that moment. Squeezing his hand, you persist,"Gabriel, I'm sorry. That's a boundary I'm just not willing to cross."

"Why not? What's… wrong with me?"

You cup your hands to each side of his face and look him dead in the eyes, "It's not like that and you know it. This body," you gesture to his entire self, "isn't just yours." There's a moment of silence that hangs heavy in the air, you let it sit to give him time to process. "If Madison–"

"Emily."

"Madison– isn't comfortable with it, then… I can't." Though you can sense this only upsets him further, you stand your ground, holding his stare as if to challenge him to debate further.

"But… what if I can convince–"

"No."

He sulks, crossing his arms over the back of the couch and tucking his head in the nook of his elbow.

"As I was trying to explain," you sigh, "sex isn't this ultimate end-all-be-all relationship goal– or, milestone. It's not some magic qualifier, there's no checklist for what validates a meaningful connection with someone. It's not even a requirement in romantic relationships. There are plenty of ways we can express our love for one another."

"Yes, I know, the little things. But… what about something bigger?"

It doesn't seem to make a difference to him. You pause to think for a moment, search for some middle ground, some grand gesture, something that could meet his expectations. Pulling yourself closer, you prop your arm on the back of the couch and rest your head there, inches away from his own face.

"Do you remember the night we first met?"

He does. You were watching a storm on the roof of the apartment building where you both live in the early hours of the morning, soaked from the rain despite your thick coat and wide umbrella when he had clambered down from the fire escape of the neighboring condo. Mesmerized by the flashing lightning and roaring thunder, you hadn't noticed the blood soaked stranger land only feet away from you. No, it wasn't until a particularly nasty bolt of lightning struck what couldn't have been more than a mile away, briefly lighting up the entire sky, that you saw him. Standing still in his own fear, though you did not know, cover now blown, staring straight at you. Your heart felt as if it could burst out of your chest, so startled that you couldn't even scream. He was gone just as soon as you had caught a glimpse of him. It was the most alive you had felt in ages.

"I do," he nods, some semblance of a smile on his face.

"I thought you were going to kill me," you laugh.

"I thought about it… I don't know why I didn't. I'm glad I didn't, I think."

Butterflies fill your stomach, whether from the reminiscence or the nervousness, you can't tell. But you work up the courage to tell him what's been on your mind since that night anyway.

"It's not too late, you know," you say, somewhat skirting the subject and averting your eyes.

"What?..." The radio whines and lights flicker.

Finally working up the courage to say it outright, you push the hair out of his face and gaze lovingly into his eyes. "I want you to kill me."

He pulls away, face contorting in a scowl. "You can't be serious."

"I am."

"I… think I need some time…"

"I understand," you nod, trying your hardest not to show how the rejection hurts. You keep your head low to prevent him from seeing the years threatening to spill from your eyes as you tell him goodnight before he returns to his and Madison's apartment. For the rest of the night you drown out the sound of your sobs with the running shower, sunk on the floor of your bathtub. You totally blew it– you fucked up the only good thing you had going for you yet again.

Gabriel and Madison have an agreement. Madison maintains complete control of their body most of the time; she goes to work, runs errands, maintains her own personal relationships, and has her own personal time, mostly during the daytime hours. But while she sleeps, he is awake and free to do whatever he pleases– within reason. He can't get too reckless with their body, and has to be very careful if he wants to leave the apartment. Mostly, though, he spends all of the time he can with you. As soon as you come home from work, he bolts down the fire escape to your room, directly below. Every night you see him waiting patiently at his window and wave, signaling for him to enter. It may not be the wisest thing to do, leaving your window unlocked at night, but having him there to stand guard when you aren't home is a comforting reassurance.

There are a few nights, however, following  your blunder, that you don't find him waiting. It leaves a pang in your chest that hurts more each time. You've been spending more time in the afternoons with Madison, once you wake up for the day and she gets home for her shift, hoping to get even a glimpse of him. She asks how things are between the two of you, noting how he's been unusually quiet. You lie.

You lay awake on your bed later that night; it's your day off, so you don't have work, and you really should be doing anything other than wallowing in your own self pity, but you don't have the energy. You don't have the drive. Every half-hour or so you half convince yourself to get up and be productive, or at least do some self care, but it feels impossible. So instead you just lay there, in the dark.

And then, a rattling noise outside of your window startles you upright.

Through the sheer curtains drawn before the window, the neon light from various signs and fixtures in the alley casts a familiar shadow across your form. You jump off of the bed and run to the window, nearly tripping over the blankets you find yourself tangled in in your haste to unlock the window and pull the figure in. You hold him in a tight embrace and can't help yourself from crying on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," you repeat these words what feels like a thousand times. "I should have never said that to you."

He pushes you away by the shoulders and approaches your nightstand. The radio crackles to life as he turns the knob to the 'on' position, then sits on the edge of your bed. "No… I shouldn't have left like that… I should be the one… to apologize."

Speechless and dumbstruck, you maintain your position kneeled by the window.

"I have been thinking about it… it was a wonderful feeling… when I killed those people… maybe now, with someone so… important to me," you perked up at that, crawling to the bed on your knees, "... maybe it would feel much better."

You lift yourself to sit on the edge of the bed with him, "Are you saying–"

"I want to kill you."

You kiss his forehead and pull him into a tight embrace yet again, "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Are you ready?"

You pull back, "Right now?"

He pulls something from the deep pockets of his coat, a gold glint shining in the darkness. "Right now," he pushes you back into the bed and straddles you, each knee sinking into the soft mattress.

"Oh, fuck."

He raises the knife high above his head and braces himself. The anticipation grows exponentially with every second he looms motionless over you. He watches the rise and fall of your chest, stalling, hesitating; blade threatening to plunge into your warm flesh at any moment, yet holding steady over his head. Your chest tightens and goosebumps creep up your body, clutching the comforter underneath as you try not to squirm.

Your soft voice letting loose a plea of desperation shakes him out of his trance, "Gabriel, please. I've been waiting so long for this moment."

This finally pushes him over the edge, forcing down the blade, once, twice, thrice; into your chest, into your abdomen, again and again. Your lungs have surely been punctured, any attempt to draw in air is met with a harsh cough, sending blood splattering.

Warm blood seeps rivers down your chest and abdomen, soaking the comforter and mattress beneath with every struggled breath you take. He lays the blade gently next to you, opting to run his hands over your wounds, pushing down the skin to draw out more blood and a struggled moan from your throat. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. He leans over and presses his forehead to your own before pulling back and caressing your cheek.

With the last of your strength you mouth the words 'I love you.' He maintains his gaze, refusing to let the moment the light leaves your eyes escape him. When he is sure of it, he lays by your side, closes your eyes and turns your head towards him. For the first time in a long time, he sleeps.