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novelcain · 1 year

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So about mafia! SWK, I seriously cannot get it out of my mind that whilst the golden cudgel is an accessory, Wukong still uses it when shit gets real and he gets real pissed. Like,,, sure it's modern times and he uses guns since killing with them is quick, easy, and mostly clean,,,, but there are certain occasions that need a point to be made.

So imagine, Wukong falling for florist/baker! reader and they're already courting,,, somehow that information is leaked. A rival mafia, maybe one that's small enough to be disregarded/fly under his radar, or maybe one that's in alliance with him but hates his guts,, kidnaps the reader and holds her hostage to gain leverage against him.

Now, here's a reason why Sun Wukong isn't just the Monkey King, but also the king of the entire underground crime scene.

But maybe people have forgotten that fact and this little rule he has, it's been a couple centuries after all.

You don't mess with him.

And if you do, well, you're gonna wish he used his guns instead.

BFCAODBEQBELNQ SHUT UP! SHUT UP! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! <-me yelling at the voices in my head I LOVE LITERALLY EVERY SECOND OF THIS

I absolutely LOVE violently protective bitches so this really made my brain go brrrr

CW for descriptions of violence, gore, and torture below!!

I just imagine him learning that the little baker he's been smitten with has been kidnapped by a small up and coming gang with dreams of toppling the Great Sage Equal to Heaven and taking the place of his gang. And that just won't fucking do.

It would seem that in the past hundred years that he's been mostly under the radar people have become rather bold. They seem to think that he's gone soft. That he's become weak. Well, he supposed they needed a little... reminder of just who the fuck he is.

"P—" sob "P-Please! Just l-let us go! Y-You'll never hear from us again. I swear!"

The ginger monkey demon raised a single gloved claw and the men and women beating the three demon leaders stopped and took a few steps back to allow the Dragonhead room to speak.

"Ooooohoho, you've really done it now~," Macaque chuckled from his spot in the corner without looking up from the game on his phone.

There was a moment of silence across the room as Wukong gently ran his ungloved fingers through your hair while you were passed out in his lap. By the time his gang had gotten there, you had been beaten to unconsciousness. Luckily, the damage wasn't too bad but you'd certainly have a few cuts and bruises—along with a nasty black eye—for a couple weeks.

"Humans are so... fragile," the Monkey King spoke in a soft voice while not taking his golden eyes off of your limp form for even a second. "I learned this a long long time ago. And because of this knowledge, I'm careful about which buttons to push and how hard to push them. Because like I said. Humans are very fragile. And if you push them too hard or too fast... they break."

Wukong carefully shifted so he could lift you bridal style without jostling you before carefully handing you to his adoptive son, MK. The young man immediately took you and left the room to get you somewhere safe to be healed.

The Great Sage reached into his pocket to put his other glove back on and watched as his heir left with you in tow before turning his attention back to the morons who dared cross him.

"But you wanna know something else I learned a long time ago?"

He approached the three demons. Looking down his nose at them while removing the cudgel from his earing.

"Everyone's fragile when compared to me."

With that being said, his staff grew to its normal length and slammed down onto the leg of the leader's righthand man, completely severing it at the knee. The weasel demon shrieked in agony as his companions looked on in horror.

Wukong then effortlessly lifted his staff and struck the demon in the head, instantly ending its misery. The other two flinched back as much as their current injuries would allow and the Dragonhead could see them both trying to grasp the concept that their friend was simply dead now.

The Monkey King flicked his staff to dispose of the some of the blood marring its surface and watched with malevolence as it splattered across the faces of the remaining two leaders.

Wukong then turned his attention to the Dragonhead of the small gang and merely lifted the cudgel and let it drop onto his skull, cutting off his scream and nearly splitting him in two down the middle.

The last executive was now openly ugly sobbing at the viscera of his fallen friends and Wukong just propped himself onto his staff and watched until the man calmed down enough for him to speak.

"Now," the Great Sage paused as he slowly shifted down into a crouch like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey, "You're probably wondering why you're the last one left."

Wukong pressed his cheek to the side of his staff as though this were a normal conversation as he waited for the other to quit sniveling and respond and once the tiger demon finally could he asked, "B-Because you're going to let me g-go?"

Wukong threw his head back as he let out a loud barking laugh. "Wow. You guys really didn't know who you were fucking with did you?" He menacingly leaned closer and the others in the room maliciously giggled at ignorance of the executive. "Allow me to enlighten you."

The monkey fiend flicked his wrist once more but this time to balance his staff on a single claw as though the mighty pillar weighed nothing more to him than a pencil.

"I am the Monkey King."

He spun the staff.

"I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."

He spun the staff again.

"I am THE Sun Wukong."

He let the staff fall into the palm of his leather clad hand.

"And I don't. Leave. Witnesses. I leave bodies."

The tiger demon whimpered as Wukong casually pointed the golden end of the cudgel at his chest and there was a tense moment of silence between them before Wukong pulled the staff back to him so he could lean on it once more as if nothing had happened.

"Guess again."

"I-I don't know! I swear I d-don't! H-He was the head of our gang, n-not me!" He nodded to the now deceased lion demon. "It was his decision to go after your girl!"

Wukong sighed and ran his free hand down his face. "You think I didn't know that? Ugh!" He sighed once more. "What did I expect from someone stupid enough to try and take me down," he asked himself before returning his focus to the tiger demon. "Fine. I'll make it easier for you and ask you one last question... Whose idea was it to go after my girl?"

The tiger demon's eye's widened as Wukong's golden one's narrowed. "N—" he gulped "No. You're... mistaken."

"Oh, really!?" A six eared grinning shadow poked out of the wall beside his head, peering down at the tiger in challenge.

"I—. I—."

"You—! You—!" Macaque mocked the shivering gangster. "You should just shut your mouth if you're gonna lie. I hear everything~."

Macaque's shadow then sunk back into the wall with a laugh and he stepped out back where had been previously, except this time without his phone, so he could watch the show that was about to unfold.

Wukong hummed in false contemplation before he once more held the staff over the tiger, but this time the tip of the iron rod hovered over the demon's leg. Right over the center of his thigh.

"Ya know... I understand that my stories aren't as widespread as they used to be. But—" he paused to chuckle "you'd think that if someone were to try coming after me! Then they'd at least read a fucking book, so they could grasp the kind of power I have at my disposal. For example!" The monkey tossed the staff a few feet in the air and letting it spin a couple times before flawlessly catching it just before it made contact with the tiger's leg, making the fiend flinch. "Did you know that this staff of mine roughly weighs a little over eight tons? Do you have any idea the kind of damage something like this would do from simply falling on you?"

He glanced to the crumpled remains of the tiger's leaders and the tiger's gaze followed.

"That's why I did that. To give you a taste of what's to come for you."

And with that, Wukong slowly let the staff slip down and watched in sickening glee as it sunk into the tiger's flesh like butter.

Holy shit this ended up way fucking longer than I meant for it to be but dats fine it just kinda took a hot minute lol

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 3 months

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Hello! I was wondering if you could please write up a BG3 headcanon request involving Halsin, Wyll, Astarion and Gale? How would they react to/take care of their Tav who has an alcohol or drug addiction?

A/N: Aw, man, do I feel this ask. Sometimes I like to joke that I come from a long line of alcoholics, because, well, I do. But it’s usually me trying to put some levity into serious family discussions. I don’t think a lot of people understand that addiction is a physiological illness: it’s a full-body response, not a case of “mind over matter” as some people like to say. There’s such a stigma and it sucks because research shows that when we respond kindly, and not with punishment or ostracization, that’s when addicts have a higher chance of recovery. So know that while I am no expert on addiction, I did try my best to be respectful and accurate. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Addiction, Alcoholism

BG3 Male Companions Taking Care of Tav Who Battles Alcoholism/Addiction

Astarion:

In a way, Astarion is kind of an addict himself. He’s a vampire, spawn, or ascendant, he needs blood for energy. He can go for extended times without it, but those times have been tortuous and caused lasting mental and emotional damage. That eternal need hanging over his head coupled with the impact of Cazador’s abuse has permanently re-wired his brain. Astarion doesn’t react like the average elf, he can’t, not anymore.

So when it comes to altered brain chemistry, Astarion’s certainly no stranger. Although his addiction lies more within the supernatural, he can use his own experience to relate to Tav’s more pedestrian affliction.

Astarion won’t ever outright deny Tav something. If Tav asks for a drink or a drug, Asation won’t take it upon himself to literally hold Tav down as a means of keeping them from consuming it. Astarion knows that method won’t work in the long run, and would most likely only result in Tav resenting him, and he can’t have that.

Astarion will make a face or two, however, his expression switches from concerned to slightly judgemental depending on the context. He wants Tav to be aware of his opinion, but he doesn't want to smother them. Tav’s not a child, Astarion isn’t responsible for them.

Still, thanks to his concern, I do think Astarion would confront them about it. He’d need to speak to Tav to hear for himself precisely what's going on. If Tav is still in their denial phase, Astarion tries hard to get them out of it. There’s no use trying to help someone who refuses to acknowledge they have an issue. Astarion knows, so he understands the shame that comes with it. But he reminds Tav he did eventually come clean about being a vampire, and about his past with Cazador, so now it’s Tav’s turn to do the same.

Once Tav is open about their struggles, Astarion makes a point to check in with them throughout the day. He’ll nonchalantly provide Tav with alternatives to drink: water or tea, things that aren’t ale, and wine. He’ll be subtle about it though. Astarion will never act as if he’s going out of his way to do Tav a favor. No, it’s not like that, he swears! It just so happens Gale was asking for tea and Astarion thought he’d go make him some seeing as how sad and pathetic the wizards had been acting over losing his goddess, and Astarion thought, well, perhaps Tav would like some as well.

The most difficult part for Astarion is witnessing Tav endure withdrawal. It’s a horrible, painful process. If Astarion didn’t know any better, he’d say the whole thing looked a lot like being killed and then brought back from the dead. He still remembers the way his body ached and burned and hungered upon Cazador turning him into a vampire. It may have been two hundred years but nothing could ever make him forget that pain. It’s why Astarion wishes, more than anything, that he could alleviate such agony for Tav.

If Astarion remains a spawn, there’s nothing he can do but hold Tav close, dab their forehead with a cool cloth, and whisper soft words of comfort into their ear. ‘You will be alright, darling. Even this will pass.’

If Astarion has become a vampire ascendant, however, he can make Tav a vampire, if that is something Tav chooses. This isn’t a magic fix, however. While there’s a possibility Tav may no longer have the addictions they did as a vampire that they did as a human, there’s no guarantee that hunger will not carry over. Should it carry over, Tav would then be forced to be content with those previous addictions in addition to their newfound bloodlust. It’s a risk. But even if there’s a small chance it could work, Astarion proposes the idea to Tav. Ascendant Astarion would still find it preferable for Tav to be an addict as a spawn, as it makes it incredibly easy for him to control Tav’s actions. Sure, they may still be addicted, but without Astarion’s permission, they can’t take what they want when they want. It would create tension and a fair degree of hostility between the two. But Astarion the Vampire Ascendent believes an angry, vampire-spawn Tav to be superior to a happy dead one.

And of course, no matter whether he’s a spawn or ascended Astarion makes a point that despite Tav’s addiction, he’s not going anywhere. If Tav falls off the wagon again, or if they’re not ready to try and face their addiction right now, Astarion will remain at their side, waiting for the day they’re ready to try again. ‘I’m not going anywhere my love. I can promise you that.’

Gale:

Gale’s first response, of course, is to try and determine a way to solve this problem via magical means. Now as a wizard, he doesn’t have access to the kinds of healing spells druids and clerics have. But, he does a fair amount of arcane knowledge about enchantments, and curses. And well, what is addiction if not a natural, biological enchantment? Gale considers himself fairly rounded on the subject of human biology as well, so Tav is in for a bit of an earful if and when they first admit their affliction to him.

Gale may not have experience with the kinds of addiction Tav is, but thanks to his experiments with Weave, and now having been cursed with the orb, Gale knows the urgency of living under a constant ticking clock. If he cannot consume the magic from magical artifacts, if the orb is not sated with bits of the Weave on occasion, he risks blowing up everyone for miles.

In some ways, this makes Gale’s “addiction” all the more dangerous. It doesn’t merely affect his own body and the relationships with his loved ones, but it jeopardizes almost every other living person within Baldur’s Gate. Of course, Gale would never say this. And while he may think such a self-pitying thought, he dare not share it with Tav. The last thing Gale wants to do is make Tav’s very real problem seem inconsequential because it most certainly is not!

Instead, Gale offers to commiserate with Tav on occasion, making sure to never bellyache the loudest. He wants it to be Tav’s time to vent, complain, scream- to just let it all out. He knows Tav is under an incredible amount of pressure as their leader, addiction or not. Gale wants Tav to trust him enough for the two of them to be vulnerable around each other. I mean Mystra above! The whole camp knows that Gale’s easily susceptible most of the time, so there’s absolutely no shame in Tav admitting they experience similarly at times.

Gale will take it upon himself to concoct a special drink menu for Tav, all nonalcoholic of course. It’s elaborate and painstakingly organized. If Tav thought their sober options were few and far between before, they certainly won’t now! Gale is the camp’s resident cook, so he takes pride in being able to satisfy not only everyone’s needs but to please their tastes as well. Well, except for Astarion. Blood is not ever to be a feature on Gale's menu, thank you very much!

The part Gale has some trouble with is wrapping his head around someone as wonderful as Tav would ever want such a life for themselves. Gale thinks highly of Tav, sometimes too highly. In some instances, Gale cannot see the forest for the trees thanks to the pedestal he’s placed Tav on. In such scenarios, Tav may have to remind Gale that they’re only mortal. And that this affliction of theirs is no more a choice than Gale’s own need for magic.

Once Gale is on the same page, he ceases the majority of his condemnation, instead opting to try and distract Tav from the overwhelming desires raging on inside them. He offers to show Tav the Weave once more, or perhaps, some other simple, rather pretty tricks. Rolan’s display of fireworks in Emerald Grove wasn’t a difficult spell, and certainly no challenge for Gale. But if many simple spells are what it takes to keep Tav’s mind occupied as they ride out their newfound prohibition, then so be it.

If by some miracle, Gale does find a spell or enchantment to help alleviate some of Tav’s worse withdrawal symptoms or cravings, he will perform it enthusiastically should Tav want. And if Tav prefers to handle this the old-fashioned way, Gale will do his best to bite his tongue and respect Tav’s choices. ‘I just want things to be easier for you. Life is hard enough as it is with all this tadpole business running around. Whatever you ask of me, you shall get.’

Gale is a faithful partner. He doesn’t run at the first sign of trouble, not when’s committed himself to another person. Be it in friendship, or romance, relationships mean a great deal to him. He refuses to let Tav endure this hardship alone. ‘I do not say this lightly: you mean a great deal to me. No matter the toils, I will stay by your side.’

Wyll:

Wyll, above all else, aims to be an honorable man. Despite his suffering, despite his shortcomings and misfortunes, he refuses to falter or fall. His deal with Mizora may have sullied his Father’s view of him and dampened Wyll’s view of himself, but it did not change how he desires to see himself. Wyll knows the kind of man he wants to be and he does everything within his power to act accordingly.

For Wyll, addiction is a difficult subject. He’s very strong-willed, and because he spends so much time working hard to do what he believes is the right thing, he can look down on other people at times. He has sympathy for people dealing with such afflictions, but behind his care, a small part of him is disappointed. He believes in choosing to be good, to try harder. He thinks all mortals are capable of acting wiser. So while Wyll understands Tav endures such difficulties now, Wyll also firmly believes Tav will have conquered them in the future.

This can put a fair amount of pressure on Tav’s shoulders. But it can also serve to inspire them. In either case, Tav would need to talk to Wyll about how they feel when it comes to Wyll’s encouragement. Wyll, being the supportive man he is, would never want to intentionally make Tav feel demoralized. So if there’s something in his behavior or in his words of motivation that he can change to make Tav feel less burdened, he will do so.

Wyll, like Astarion, knows he cannot make himself responsible for Tav’s choices. So Wyll does not take the part of Tav’s keeper, but he does make an effort to be near Tav as they make their decision, offering his opinion should Tav ask. The more Wyll’s presence remains a constant in Tav’s life, the more Wyll hopes Tav will come to appreciate his perspective. If Tav knows Wyll isn’t going to leave or abandon them anytime soon, they may feel emboldened to make the necessary tougher decisions of turning down a drink or two.

Wyll is more than happy to stay up chatting the nights the cravings just won’t go away. During days Tav’s irrepressible urge causes them to feel restless and manic, Wyll asks Tav to join him for a lesson in combat. After all, he’s not called the Blade of Frontiers for nothing. Sweating out the chemicals and forcing the body to flush all the drugs out of Tav’s system is a great way to sober up. And if the symptoms of withdrawal aren’t all-consuming, it also makes for a great distraction.

However, during the periods everything is all just too much: the headaches, the nausea, the itchiness, and the sweating won’t stop, Wyll finds a shady spot in camp for the two of them to rest. And as Tav rides out such agonizing lows, Wyll tells stories of his time as a child living in Baldur’s Gate in soothing, hushed tones. His warm voice brings comfort, a much-needed contrast to the ailment Tav’s fighting.

Wyll cares deeply for Tav. And he believes in Tav, even when Tav doesn’t believe in themselves. ‘You can resist this, you will resist this.’

Wyll has no intentions of going anywhere. Addiction or sobriety, he and Tav are a team. Wyll sees Tav as a great hero: he knows they can fight to save themselves. ‘You are the strongest person I know. Nevertheless, you do not have to shoulder this burden alone.’

Halsin:

Halsin is the least likely to have any shared experience when it comes to dealing with addiction. He has fought off depression and hopelessness time and time again but he knows not of the pitfalls addiction brings. Having lived as long as he has, there’s no doubt he’s met those suffering from such afflictions. And being a druid, he may even have been consulted on how best to treat them. But that’s the end of Halsin’s experience.

If Tav has an issue, any issue, Halsin is more than willing to help Tav navigate it. After all, Tav helped him save the shadowlands from their darkness. There is no ask too great, Halsin could never say no to aiding Tav with a favor. To Halsin, Tav is a savior: they saved Emerald Grove, they saved Thaniel’s realm, hell, Tav saved all of Baldur’s Gate. Halsin feels he owes them unimaginable thanks. So it pains him greatly to know Tav is suffering.

Halsin offers to use his abilities to help Tav ease their obsessive mind, and the nagging hunger addiction brings. Of course, druid magic alone is not enough to stop the urge from manifesting and whispering in Tav’s ear. Halsin offers to accompany Tav around town, to sort of supervise them, in his way. He won’t force Tav to change any of their decisions but he keeps a watchful eye almost like a doting father as he places a supportive hand on Tav’s shoulder each time they walk past a bar or tavern.

Halsin knows he cannot control Tav’s actions, but he can influence the choices they make together as a duo. So long as he is at Tav’s side, Halsin will let his wise opinion be known.

In their time outside of the city, Halsin takes time to educate Tav on the different flora and fauna found in Faerun. When they come across a plant used to ferment alcohol, Halsin explains the history of the process. Yes, wine and ale are examples of making use of what nature provides, but as with all other things, even nature must be consumed in moderation. Mother Nature blesses everyone with the ability to enjoy such pleasures, but that gift can double as a curse. It is a test of our restraint and humility to know when and where to indulge.

Speaking of indulgence, Haslin would not recommend swapping one appetite for another, but should Tav want to bide their time engaging in an alternative pleasure, Halsin would be more than happy to oblige. Physical activity and sweating would help relieve Tav’s body of some of the toxins built up within their system. In addition, such activity provides a temporary release of euphoria in the body and brain, which would help combat the pain and despondence that come with withdrawal. ‘If I can provide you with the least bit of comfort. It’s no hardship from me. Far from it.’

In the case Halsin leaves Tav for a time to settle the newly displaced within Thaniel's healed realm, he does what he can to ensure his new village is a place of continued healing and sobriety for Ta. Halsin privately enlightens all of the other adults within his new settlement about Tav’s condition. He asks them, respectfully, to refrain from providing Tav with any alcohol or other substances whenever Tav comes to visit.

Halsin does all within his power to let Tav know they are not alone in their journey, and that no matter the setbacks along the way, he intends to bolster Tav through it all. ‘You are by far nature’s greatest gift to me. No matter the foe, be it the shadows or the dependency within your mind, could ever keep me from you.’

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!!

"Who did this to you?" from bingo with Rooster please I BEG.

Much love 😘

in the summer silence

pairing- rooster x pilot!reader

warnings- 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut, sub rooster, dom reader, unintentional marks, crying, orgasm denial, semi public teasing, it's probably dangerous to tease a pilot within an inch of his life minutes before he flies a multi-million dollar plane but since y'all likely don't have access to f/a-18s i'm sure it's fine, calling bradley lieutenant, established relationship but safewords not explicitly stated

length- 0.5k

an- thank you!!!!!! this is probably not what you had in mind so i'm sorry if it's not your thing :/ it got away from me real fast....i don't really understand how my brain works when it comes to these prompts.

i blame ava (@greenorangevioletgrass) cause she's right we don't talk about subby rooster enough and i had lots of thoughts about bradley grabbing his girls wrist way too tight after this fic of hers

title from mama's gun - glass animals

“Who did this to you?”

You’re so caught off guard that it takes you an extra second to catch the concern in Hangman’s tone, the wary way he’s eyeing the mark on your wrist.

“Uh,” you say, eloquent as ever. You pull the sleeve of your flight suit back down as if the damage isn’t already done.

“Baby,” Bradley’s begging now. “Please, I need to come.”

You smirk. “Don’t know if you deserve to.”

The vein throbbing in his neck and wet spot forming where his cock strains against his flight suit only inspire you to prolong his torture. You move to get off him, intent on teasing him just a little more when he grabs your wrist, pulling you back down on his lap.

“Please baby,” he whispers. You look down to see tears forming beneath his lashes. “Need you.”

Irritation flickers across your face as you meet his pleading dark eyes. You raise an eyebrow, ice cold, trying not to betray how much you love when he gets shaky and desperate like this.

“Now I know you don’t deserve to.”

The fingers encircling your wrist tighten at your words, just shy of painful, as he drops his head back to stare at the ceiling, sucking in air raggedly.

Your other hand goes to his jaw, forcing his attention back on you and leveling him with an unimpressed look.

“Touching me without permission, Lieutenant? Really? You know better than that.”

He drops your arm like he’s been burned, both hands immediately moving to white-knuckle the chair he’s perched on.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he whimpers. “I didn’t mean—I’ll be good I promise I—”

“No,” you answer, the word slicing sharply through thick air in the abandoned classroom. “Tried to rush me and now you have to wait until after training.”

Rooster whines, high and strained from the back of his throat, and you bite your lip to hold back a smile as tears roll down his cheeks.

“Honestly, Bradley.” You admonish, rolling your eyes even though your insides are liquifying. “Get it together, we have to be on the tarmac in ten minutes.”

You try. You swear on everything that is holy that you try not to look at Rooster. You attempt to look anywhere, literally anywhere, else.

Despite your efforts, your eyes slide to him, only to find him looking right back at you.

“Oh man,” Hangman chuckles. “Y’all are screwed.”

You just barely resist pointing a finger at him, getting in his face. “I will shove that damn toothpick in your eye if you so much as think about telling my dad.”

The blonde coughs, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Think about telling me what?” Mav asks from behind you. You didn’t even hear him come in, the sneaky fucker.

Your gaze shifts to Rooster again, but his eyes are still glassy, mouth red from his lips being bitten, and you’re quickly realizing he’s going to be of absolutely no help here.

You sigh. “Dammit.”

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optimisticsaladalpaca · 9 months

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What the fuck. Like, seriously. What in the fuck was this post back in April. Who in their right mind actually sat their ass down to go on a whole rant about how an indie animation is a clone of another show that came out after the first? You can tell that this person was born with an ability. And that ability is stupidity.

Ok, so let's recap on this major 'what the fuck' post. I'm just going to point out things that makes absolutely no sense.

Do you know how many shooting games tend use firearms as one of the weapons when you first play it? Do you not know that firearms existed waaaaaay before Helluva Boss was getting developed? Because I guarantee you, Helluva Boss was not the only one that referenced about firearms at all. There's no originality. It's just straight up inspiration. Who cares if Lackadaisy is using similar weapons! You're acting like Helluva Boss owns that shit, dawg.

So actors can't voice another character after the previous one? Wow! Didn't think that was a rule now. My fucking god bloody hell... Michael Dietz who voiced Vee from The Owl House was the same lady who voiced Amethyst from Steven Universe for gods sake. Why is Michael Kovach voicing Rocky a bad thing? All because he used to be Angel Dust? Be glad that he's actually voicing a character that doesn't constantly swear and bring up corny middle school sex jokes that take up almost half of the pilot.

...This right here was one of the most stupidest takes I've ever seen in media and it will forever stay in my memory. Because what. The actual. Fuck. MOXXIE AIN'T THE ONLY ONE THAT WEARS A BOWTIE, BRO!

SO MANY SHOWS AND MOVIES ALWAYS GOT THAT ONE FANCY PERSON THAT NEEDS A BOWTIE, ESPECIALLY GIRLS. THERE'S NO ORIGINALITY. ANY CHARACTER CAN WEAR A BOWTIE...HOW IS THAT COPYING? THAT'S LIKE SAYING A CERTAIN CAR IS A COPY OF YOURS BECAUSE IT'S THE SAME COLOR LIKE...HUH? WHY WOULD YOU JUDGE FRENKLE BASED ON CLOTHING? WHO DOES THAT??? DOES THE OP HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE? HAVE THEY SEEN DONALD DUCK? BECAUSE HE WEARS A BOWTIE TOO... WHAT ABOUT MUSICIANS? BUTLERS? BUSINESS WORKERS? THEY ALL WEAR A BOW TIES...

Lackadaisy has been worked on since 2006 and it has wonderful world building with enjoyable characters that you can actually love. It's also refreshing because it doesn't have unnecessary sex jokes or swearing just to prove that it's "mature." And it actually has funny humor. Lackadaisy is it's own thing and I love the concept of it being in St Louis and that it takes place in the 1920s. Not to mention, it took the Lackadaisy crew four years to work on the animation pilot. Fucking 4 and it hasn't changed it's story since it was first created years ago. It had it's own ideas and interesting plot, while Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel have been getting worked on AFTER that! Plus, they aren't even comparable. They are completely different.

Lackadaisy is about cats that wanna shoot each other until their eyes stop activating. Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel take place in literal HELL. LACKADAISY TAKES PLACE ON EARTH 😬....

These Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel fans make me sick. Lackadaisy is better than both of these trashy shows and that's my own opinion. The fact that an actual great western pilot is getting compared to a horny demon show is beyond me.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism

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leiawritesstories · 9 months

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Okay I saw “First time getting drunk” on one of the prompt lists and now I’m imagining aelin or rowan maybe having their 21st, having waited all that time without having alcohol and maybe the other one’s teasing them for being such a goody-two-shoes, and then they get drunk together and it’s either hilarious or there’s a love confession or literally anything at all, this is just where my brain headed but you can go anywhere you want to with this prompt, your ideas are always amazing

(And congrats again❤️)

HI ABBY THANK YOU SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️this made me CACKLE and i hope it makes you laugh too ;)

Word count: ~1.4k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drunken antics, *someone* is a lightweight

enjoy!!

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The Staghorns Bar was packed by the time Aelin and Rowan walked through the old wooden doors, instantly bombarded with the barrage of blaring music, tattooed skin, and beer stench that was so familiar to Staghorns's regulars.

"Welcome to your new favorite place!" Aelin called into Rowan's ear, raising her voice over the thumping music.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer against him. "I already want to leave."

She laughed, pinched her best friend's cheek. "Where's the fun in that, birthday boy? You don't even have to pay for your drinks tonight."

"Fine, I'll stay," he relented, grinning at her. "If only for the free drinks."

"You've never known the pain of paying for your booze," she reminded him, snickering. Rowan's refusal to touch alcohol until he was 21 had been a longstanding joke among their friend group.

"And whose bank account has that benefitted, hmm?" He raised his split brow.

"Okay, you can stop now." She poked him in the ribs. "I got the full college experience, booze and all, and I'm still in one piece, despite your hovering, Mom." She delivered that last word with heavy sarcasm. She might be eight months older than her best friend, but he hovered like an overprotective mother hen.

He snorted. "You keep calling me that, Ae, but we all--urk!" His snarky comment was cut off by a trademark Fenrys Moonbeam Hug Attack, which he allowed for exactly two seconds before shoving the blonde off of him.

Ever enthusiastic, Fen turned his sights onto Aelin, hoisting her off her feet in a bear hug. "You brought the birthday boy!" he exclaimed.

She laughed. "It took some bribery, but yeah, he's here."

"And he's gonna get druuuuuunk!" Fen cheered in a sing-song tone of of voice that had Rowan rethinking his decisions.

"Uh-uh, nope, I know that face." Aelin linked her arm through Rowan's and tugged him towards the booth where their friends were waiting. "No running away now, birthday boy."

"I'm not getting drunk," Rowan griped.

She snorted under her breath. "Since when have you ever listened to Fen's wildness? You'll have a beer, maybe taste some liquor, take a shot and cough on it like all the new drinkers do, and go home finally knowing what alcohol tastes like."

"And I should be excited for that?" he asked, deadpan.

She smacked his broad shoulder, which did more damage to her hand than his rock-solid muscles. Damn athletes. "You'll at least be able to tell your big bad hockey boys that you've graduated from the kiddie table." They reached the booth, where far too many people were crammed into a space meant for eight people, maximum. "He's here!"

"Happy birthday!" cheers sounded from their friends, and Rowan found himself deluged by more hugs and handshakes and back slapping.

"Never thought I'd see your pansy ass in a bar," Lorcan smirked, clapping him on the back.

"Fuck off." Rowan clapped Lorcan's back harder. The two of them had been teammates since they were in middle school, and Lorcan had been trying--unsuccessfully--to get Rowan to come to hockey team parties for years.

The taller man smirked wickedly and turned around, holding out his hand. "El, baby, pass me a cup?" A plastic cup full of beer appeared in Lorcan's hand. courtesy of his girlfriend, Elide. "Here you go, Birthday Boy." He picked up how own drink and tapped it to Rowan's. "Cheers, bitch!"

Rowan caught scent of the beer and immediately wrinkled his nose. "Smells fucking awful."

Appearing at his side, Aelin laughed. "We're college students, Ro, we only buy piss-cheap beer." She raised her own glass to him and pressed her lips to his ear. "Drink up, and I just might buy you something better."

"God damn, you're a terrible influence," he muttered, teasingly. "Cheers to me, then!" Saluting the booth, he tipped the cup back and took a long drink.

And gagged. "Fucking hell!"

Aelin chugged her whole cup in one go and laughed. "Not a fan?"

"No!" He switched cups with her. "Where's my real drink?"

"Aww, look at our little boy, all grown up and wanting liquor the second he tastes his first alcohol," Lorcan crooned, dropping his arms around Aedion and Rowan's shoulders.

Rowan shook him off. "Jackass."

Aedion slid a shot glass full of clear liquid across the tabletop. "All yours, birthday boy!" His grin was just as maniacal as Aelin's when she was up to no good.

Aelin shot her cousin a sharp look. "Aedy, is that--"

"Let him drink it and we'll find out," Aedion interrupted before she could finish, making a dramatic shut up! gesture.

She rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible influence." Swiping the other shot from Aedion, she took a quick sniff--yep, tequila. "Okay Ro, ready?" He nodded and picked up his shot. "Happy birthday, bestie!" She clinked her shot with his and, in unison, they tapped their glasses on the table and threw back the shots.

Rowan coughed and wheezed as the tequila burned down his throat, his face flushing red. "What the fuck?"

The booth burst into raucous laughter as he dropped his shot glass, reached for the glass of water sitting in front of Elide, and gulped it down desperately.

Only to find that what looked like water was in fact vodka.

"Look at our little alcoholic go!" Elide cheered, taking her drink away from Rowan as he coughed and spluttered some more.

"Wuh-water," he managed to wheeze. Aelin passed him her water bottle, and he took a tentative sip to confirm it was actually water before guzzling three-fourths of the bottle in one go. It helped, but didn't do anything to clear the glassy sheen his eyes had already taken on after half a cheap beer, one shot of tequila, and a generous helping of Elide's vodka.

"Better?" Aelin took back her water bottle. "Ro? Is that better?"

He turned to face her, blinking at the way her outline was...fuzzy? He shook his head. That couldn't be right. "Huh?"

A wide, wicked grin slipped across her face. "Rowan Whitethorn, are you drunk already?"

"No, I'm not!" he protested. It came out more like "no-uhmmm-not."

She snickered. "Should've known you'd be a lightweight after all your years refusing to drink." Standing, she draped his arm around her shoulders and waved to the table. "I'll make sure the birthday boy doesn't pass out before he gets home."

Rowan swayed on his feet but let her lead him out of the bar and across the parking lot until they'd reached his beat-up old pickup. He went to step up into the passenger seat, missed the running board, and flopped forward, catching his upper body on the seat.

Aelin sighed and rubbed his back comfortingly. "C'mon, you big drunk oaf, you have to get into the truck. I can't lift you."

"I'n lif' you," he slurred, grinning a big silly grin.

"I--wha--Ro!" She gasped as he turned around and lifted her easily, setting her down in the passenger seat. "Um, you've got it backwards, Rowan. You're way too drunk to drive. Hell, you might be too drunk to think properly' I can't let you drive."

"Am not!" He stuck out his lower lip. It was adorable. "'M'thinkin' jus' fine, an' I think I love you."

Aelin froze.

Rowan blinked at her, his hazy eyes wide with concern. "Ae?"

"You...you love me?"

A soft pink blush crept up his cheeks. "Yeah."

Her lips curved into a tiny, hesitant smile. "And you had to get drunk to admit it?" He opened and closed his mouth a few times, at a loss for words. She laughed softly and caught his chin in her hands, her bringing his face close to hers. "I'm just teasing, Ro." Gently, she pressed her lips to his, tasting the lingering alcohol.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her harder, breaking away after a long, sweet moment. His bright grin settled into a dark, cold corner of Aelin's heart and warmed it right through. "Stay wi'me?" he asked, his words still slurred together.

Beaming, she hopped down from the truck, boosted him into the passenger seat, went around to climb into the driver's seat, and started up the engine. "Of course."

Despite falling asleep within the first two minutes, he held her hand the whole drive back to campus.

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daceydeath · 1 year

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 4)

Pairing Lee Felix x reader Word Count: 4K Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warning: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, bullying, mentions of sex and pregnancy,

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him

Seungmin had driven you home with Inne holding your hand in the backseat, there was no way you wanted to be alone but there was no way that you were going to pretend to be alright either. The worried look on their faces when you came back from throwing up the contents of your stomach was etched into your brain, Felix had looked genuinely gutted that you were so hurt and while Minho gently told you that he had posted a video telling everyone what a liar Nali was and how he had literally only just met you, you knew that it was only a matter of time until you started breaking down so you had asked to go home and the boys had agreed instantly.

"I have messaged some of my friends in the legal department and they have started saving things that will help that we may have missed" Seungmin soothed his voice calm as he pulled into the garage.

"We will go with you to the police station tomorrow to report this alright?" Jeongin whispered to you unclipping your seatbelt for you.

"You don't have to this is my problem after all" you mumbled your lip quivering slightly.

"It's our problem now as soon as she said we had all slept with you it's untrue accusations about us all" Seungmin corrected softly as you made your way up to the apartment "Go get some sleep and we will start sorting it all out in the morning".

You had nodded and got straight to your bedroom not even bothering to get changed as you curled up under the blankets, cocooning yourself from the rest of the world, you looked back at your phone and you had a dozen message notifications from what appeared at least looking at the profile icon to be friends of Nali's slut shaming you and calling you every name under the sun but there were a couple of others, Minho, Hyunjin and Han had all sent friend requests and Felix had sent you a request and a message.

I'm so fucking sorry, again.

You knew he hadn't meant for this to happen, no one had anticipated something like this to happen, but it had and you just hoped it would get cleared up quickly and wouldn't leave too much lasting damage to you life. Sleep wasn't easy to come by that night and the next morning you felt, and probably looked, awful not really wanting to emerge from your room you knew you were going to need to.

"I've ordered us breakfast and I had double checked Nali has taken the video down, but she might repost it" Jeongin spoke softly as you waddled out to the couch and plopped yourself down.

"I have at least a dozen hateful messages from her friend" you sighed dejectedly.

"After we have made the report to the police we will meet with the head of the university, I rang and made an appointment for you and us this afternoon" Seungmin smiled half heartedly "If the cops can't do anything at least we might be able to get her expelled".

"Won't that make it worse?" you frowned as Jeongin placed a coffee cup between your hands.

"Don't really know to be honest" Seungmin admitted "but what do you think is worse people assuming that she was telling the truth but took it down or being expelled for bullying behaviors'?". You hummed in response sipping you coffee and trying not to think about anything the boys just watched you and when breakfast did arrive forced you to eat at least a little bit before you went to the police station together.

It had been a long, long morning of waiting in office chairs and then having to admit embarrassing details about yourself in front of strangers who looked like they pitied you or that they were bored. The police had taken the allegations of the defamation against you and the other seriously but they did send a lovely female officer in to take you to the bathroom to do a pregnancy test to prove that the allegations that you were in fact pregnant were false. You had felt humiliated that you had to admit over and over again you had only been with one guy once and that you had never had a serious boyfriend before all while Seungmin and Jeongin sat and listened. You knew they would want to talk to you about it later but you hoped that by the time you had been over it half a dozen times they wouldn't have anything left to ask.

Once you got to the head of the universities office though it seemed to go from bad to worse, sitting between Seungmin and Jeongin you weren't paying attention until you heard your name called softly.

"Are you doing alright?" Chan asked making you blink in confusion as you looked up at him, Han and Changbin who had arrived while you were staring at the floor.

"Oh yeah, I guess, I'm just tired and embarrassed you know?" you mumbled trying to smile but only achieving half of one.

"She's had to go through all her past history and then pee on a stick" Jeongin added to give them some context.

"Pee on a stick? They made you do a pregnancy test?" Minho frowned as he Hyunjin and Felix made there way down the hallway.

"Yeah, I've never done a pregnancy test so at least I've learn something" you joked humorlessly rummaging through your bad for your water bottle.

"Fucking hell" Han whistled as you took a large gulp of water before looking back at them "You're as pale as a ghost".

"Thanks" you rolled your eyes hard "Why are you all here anyway?".

"Well we thought we would add to your allegations against Nali, she's said shit about all of us" Changbin shrugged.

"Plus Felix was pretty adamant we all support you on this" Seungmin whispered softly so only you heard.

"You alright Felix?" You queried looking at him leaning against the wall furthest from you.

"Yeah, just pissed off" he smiled softly watching you nod as the receptionist called your name and you actually managed to pale further.

"Miss Choi? please follow me we can collect your friends afterwards" an older woman smiled demurely guestureing for you to follow her.

"Oh ok" you picked your bag up and followed her towards a heavy looking wooded door that she pushed open for you. Breathing out through your nose to fortify yourself you stepped into the office to see a large table with a stern looking man at the head and a secretarial looking woman beside him her lap top open and fingers poised.

"Good Afternoon Sir" you swallowed trying to keep the greeting calm "Thank you for meeting with me".

"Have a seat Miss Choi" he instructed gruffly and you sat at the opposite end of the table shuffling you bag beside you.

"It has come to my attention through a third party that there have been allegations made against you that are not true. Is this correct?" He asked briskly.

"Yes Sir" you answered as loudly as you could without your voice shaking.

"These allegations have been made in the form of a video on social media?" His voice remained hard but his face softened slightly as you sat almost quivering like a leaf.

"Yes Sir" you nodded.

"And they have been made by your former roommate which has incited others to make comment both on the video and directly to you?" he removed his glasses to wipe them with a cleaning cloth.

"Yes Sir" you stuttered.

"I see, now do you have any proof you would like to submit regarding these accusations since I assume that you are claiming them to be bullying you. he placed his glasses back on and scrutinized you "Our university has a zero tolerance stance on bullying so if you can provide evidence that these accusations are fake and have resulted in your hardship we will hold a diciplinary proceeding against the party or parties involved".

"Thank you Sir, I have a USB drive of the original video, a copy of the messages I have received since and also a copy of the report I made to the police this morning for defamation". You fished the USB from your bag and the secretary stood walking to you to collect it. "The other male students that are referred to in the video have either lodged police complaints or are here today to give their evidence as well". You smiled nervously as the video Nali had made started playing on the laptop.

"I have to ask if it is just the allegations of pregnancy or also the allegations of promiscuity that you are upset about?" He asked a little more sympathetically as he read over the messages before looking back at you.

"Both Sir, I am not pregnant and I have not been with any on the male students in question. Two of them are currently my room mates in a off campus apartment". You tried to be succinct as you answered keeping your answers as polite and professional as possible.

"I see from the report that you are in fact not pregnant so this is indeed a false allegation against you. They are cruel and down right despicable comments that have been against you after the video was made public are indeed bullying the only issue would be the allegations of promiscuity" he nodded looking at you with a blank expression.

"Sir all of the students who have been mentioned or are eluded to in the video are here in the hallway waiting to speak with you. They will all confirm what I have told you" you smiled hopefully.

"Alright I will consider this evidence and speak to the male students involved, you are dismissed for now Miss Choi" He stood ending the meeting and you quickly scrambled out of the meeting room and back to where you had been waiting.

"Gentlemen if you would like to follow me" the woman who had brought you in was speaking as you made your way out watching the guys all follow her, Seungmin patted your head as he passed you leading the others in with Felix at the end, his hand brushing against your fingers as he met your eyes.

You sat and waited for them, one because Seungmin was your lift home and two because you were hoping that they would give you some form of indication it was over. Chan, Han and Changbin were the first ones out and they came to sit with you reassuring you everything was going to be fine, Seungmin and Jeongin were the nest ones out smiling widely at you as they walked over to you.

"It's all done now" Jeongin smiled squeezing one of your hands.

"Where are the man whores?" Han asked looking to Seungmin for some kind of answer while Chan and Changbin snickered.

"Well they will need to explain the whole how this happened in the first place as well as confirm the other facts" Seungmin chuckled.

"I don't understand" you frowned looking between them.

"Oh we call them the man whores because....." Han started explaining to you.

"No that bit I get funnily enough" you rolled your eyes looking to Seungmin and Jeongin.

"They need to explain how this whole thing started which was Felix putting his dick in crazy, then Hyunjin put his dick in the same crazy and then Minho did exactly the same thing then they repeated the cycle" Changbin answered for them looking frustrated.

"Right" you muttered still frowning.

"Sorry that was cruel wasn't it, I'm just pissed that this even happened" he apologized almost instantly.

"It's ok, I get it" you nodded slowly.

"Should we go get something to eat? When did you last eat?" Chan asked looking at you kindly.

"I could definitely eat" you smiled at him "but shouldn't we wait for the man whores?"

"Part of me is totally in love with you for calling them that" Han laughed loudly.

"Well it's easier than using their individual names" you giggled halfheartedly

"I'll text them to let them know where we are" Seungmin grinned at you offering his hand to pull you up from the chair you had been perched in.

"I know a great bbq place" Changbin beamed his eyes lighting up.

"Of course you do big boy" Chan laughed clapping his shoulder as they lead the way out to the street and towards the reasturant.

"It's a couple of blocks off campus, you will love it" Changbin winked at you confidently.

"I have great faith in your tastebuds" you teased following behind with Han while Seungmin and Jeongin walked a few steps behind you, making you realize they were creating a little buffer zone around you to keep you comfortable but also make you feel protected. You caught a few people look at you but you tried to ignore it until Changbin puffed up his chest in front of you obviously staring someone down.

"Guy's, it's ok" You mumbled feeling uneasy.

"If we can make them fuck off we will" Chan reassured you "Besides in a few days they will all know what has happened anyway, she will have been kicked out and her friend disciplined so it will show them its untrue". Chan held the door of the restaurant open for you to step into you saw it was almost empty.

"It's probably late for lunch but who cares" Changbin stated walking over to the counter to speak with the owner like he knew him.

"I've told the others where we are they will probably join us later" Seungmin confirmed ushering you into a seat at the corner of the booth the furthest from the entrance and anyone who might come in. Changbin had not been wrong the food was really very good even if you were not allowed to get anything yourself and were just being fed by Seungmin, Han and Jeongin the whole time which Chan cooked the various meats they had ordered.

"You know I am able to feed myself" you whined as Han held another mouthful out for you.

"Yeah we know, but it's been a shitty day so let us help" Jeongin teased playfully as you sighed and took the food from Han.

"So this is where you are hiding out" Hyunjin's voice floated over to you as your eyes darted past him to meet Felix's, he still looked annoyed but less so which made you feel better.

"Sit there is still stuff coming out, Changbin ordered a whole cow apparently" Seungmin joked cutting up more meat for everyone.

"Did it go alright?" Chan quizzed them quietly.

"You mean besides the short lecture about our terrible behavior with the opposite sex?" Minho groaned dramatically.

"Yes besides that" Chan sighed sarcastically.

"Good actually, we all confirmed that everything she had said was a lie and Minho gave them a copy of the video he made in response" Hyunjin shrugged.

"Decision should be quick" Felix agreed quietly.

"Oh it should be done today if the amount of evidence is anything to go by" Minho announced making you smile.

"Thank you" you interrupted them all "Really you have done so much more than you had to for me".

"Don't be dumb, of course we were going to defend you" Seungmin started smirking "Because why would any of us want...".

"If you finish that sentence I will put bleach in your shampoo" you pointed at him glaring.

"He is right though, of course we would defend you" Jeongin smiled "You're our roomie and friend you are stuck with us" he held out another mouthful for you.

"Lucky me" you muttered taking the food begrudgingly making the others laugh and Felix smile, watching a smile light up his face made your heart ache and you didn't like it you already had had enough drama for a whole year and it wasn't even the semester break yet.

The following few days passed quickly with your lectures, that you had taken to sitting way in the back so no one would notice you, and the time you had been given off work after your boss had been made aware of the bullying you were going through, you found yourself in a sort of blur. The time from work had given you a chance to totally catch up on all your assignments and studies which you were grateful for but the looks people were giving you were making you want to hide anytime you left the apartment. Seungmin and Jeongin had been incredibly sweet running errands for you and asking the others to check in on you if they had long days of classes. But you were stuck in not only the limbo of not knowing when a decision by the university was going to be made but also Felix. Crushes were always so flippant you knew this, but after all the bullshit that had happened you still felt something that was different for Felix, which scared you more than you wanted to admit. You liked that during the movie night he had touched you in a really innocent way, you liked that he had stayed beside your bed to make you feel safe after he and the others had scared you, hell you had even liked when he had come to speak to you alone in Chan's room. You were feeling something you hadn't had experience with and it was starting to frighten you since there was no way Felix saw you that way he seemed to honestly just want to befriend you, and that actually hurt a little bit.

The lobby door buzzer went off confusing you since the delivery guy had already dropped off the parcels that Seungmin and Jeongin had ordered and you hadn't ordered in deciding you would just eat left overs, still you went to answer it not expecting much.

"Hello?" you called waiting for the person to appear on camera or speak.

"Hey, Seung said they were out today and I thought you might be hungry" Felix replied holding up a bakery bag to the camera.

"Oh thank you, come up" you stuttered pressing the button to give him entry to the building. This would be the first time you were actually alone with Felix in private, outside of the few minutes at Chan's, and you felt butterflies erupt inside you as you waited by the door to let him in. He knocked and you couldn't stop yourself from opening the door almost alarmingly fast.

"Hey" Felix smiled as you stepped aside to let him in "How have you been?"

"Alright I guess, I'm not enjoying the waiting for a decision that should have been easy" you admitted as he slipped his shoes off and followed you up the hallway "you?".

"Oh yeah I'm fine, everyone already thinks so lowly of me anyway it doesn't matter, I'm still pissed that you were dragged into this though" his smile turned sad as he spoke and for the first time since you let him in you actually noticed he was back in a hoodie and jeans with a baseball cap stuffed into one of the pockets.

"I don't think lowly of you Felix" you frowned "I think you're actually really decent and kind".

"Really? I thought you didn't really like me all that much" he joked halfheartedly "I went by your work and they said you were off and they didn't know when you would be back"

"My boss gave me time off after some of Nali's friends showed up and were overheard planning to throw hot drinks on me" you shrugged as you you opened the bag and found fresh pastries sitting neatly in a large box.

"They were going to actually hurt you? Fucking hell" Felix looked furious again and started pacing but you caught him on the second pass, your hand tightly holding his wrist.

"Felix I'm fine and they reported it to the police" You sighed looking at his face as it slowly softened your hand still holding his bare wrist.

"Sorry, it just makes me so angry that they would go after you. You would never do what they are saying you have" he said after taking a deep breath "I feel like I need to protect you from it but I haven't done a very good job".

"It isn't your fault and you have protected me, you spoke to the head of the university, I have seen what you, Hyunjin and Minho have been posting in my defense" You admitted shyly biting your lip and looking up at him through your lashes "I can't thank you enough for it".

"You're too pretty when you look at me like that" he murmured so quietly you almost didn't hear him while she stepped a little closer to you.

"Huh?" you tilted your head slightly confused and sure you had misheard him. He was standing so close to you our chests were almost touching but you didn't mind you liked being near him. The hand that was not in your grasp moved upwards slowly, as you continued to watch him, giving you time to stop him or step back his warm palm eventually moving to cup your face before he cautiously lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. His soft smooth lips moving against made you melt into him kissing his back tentatively.

"Shit, I'm sorry" he whispered against your lips "I couldn't resist" his lips pressing against yours again slightly harder as his hand slid from your cheek into your hair. You grabbed a handful of his hoodie pressing yourself against him slightly until the front door opened and you pulled away quickly eyes wide.

"Hey, were back" Jeongin yelled down the hall his door opening closing behind his as Seungmin continued down the hallway.

"Felix? what the fuck are you doing here?" Seungmin grinned almost knowingly.

"He bought pastries" You answered quickly hiding your face by looking into the bag.

"Thought since the others were checking in I would too" Felix shrugged not showing an ounce of embarrassment on his face.

"Can you get some plates please Seung" you looked up at him knowing that your face was probably still going to give you away but you couldn't hide from him.

"Course, I'll call Innie too" Seungmin smirked walking back up the hall to fetch your third roommate.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you" Felix whispered tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'm glad you're not" you breathed feeling a little dizzy from how many emotions were tearing through you.

"We should do that again some time" he smiled genuinely looking into your eyes while you nodded getting shy all over again.

"Since when have you ever rocked up with food?" Jeongin scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.

"Since a couple of bitches decided they were going to assault her when she next went to work" Felix frowned "I thought the least I can do in my never ending apology is buy food she likes".

"Hold one assault you?" Seungmin snapped his head towards you "You said your boss was worried you might get bullied not that people were going to actually hurt you".

"It's been reported to the police and I'm not sure they were actually going to pour hot drinks on me" you shrugged as Jeongin put the plates down with a thud "It didn't happen so I didn't bring it up".

"Thanks for looking out for her Felix" Jeongin sighed smiling at him as he spoke.

"Well it is all kind of my fault isn't it?" Felix shrugged as you put a pastry on each plate.

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 41: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Donna was frozen in place. She knew Karl was still holding onto her but she couldn't comprehend it. All she could see was the trail of blood on the ground where Alcina had been drug to her fate. Every single event was replaying slow motion over and over again in her brain. She had been so lost in thought she hadn't noticed everyone filing out of the hall and back into the city, leaving the few who were brave enough to show their remaining loyalty to Alcina lingering just as still and silent as she was.

"D - "

A voice said in her ear.

"D! You gotta snap out of it - D."

Her dark brown eyes on the verge of spilling tears finally looked over to find Karl, his face just as riddled with grief but definitely more rage than she had ever seen.

"I..." she mustered, "we - the - we -"

Donna couldn't even form a coherent sentence, she was too overcome with shock she brought her palms up and buried her face. Karl's warm, secure embrace was quite literally the only thing holding her together.

Without Alcina, their fight was over. No one would unite without her. None of the pitiful fucking vampires would act on their own! Her only hope was the lycans, who would be gnashing to fight, she had no doubt. The underworlds only hope now was the lycans. And that was fine with her. But they had to do something and they had to do it fast. She had to snap out of it!

She broke away from Karl momentarily and was about to whisper her hasty plan to him, but that chilling presence she hated now more than ever invaded her space.

"Donna, my dear!" Came Miranda's cool voice, "I have some pressing business that needs attending to, but I will send for you later as we have much to discuss," she smiled, "and Karl, I will require your time here very shortly as well - and try not to get into any trouble in the meantime. My soldiers have direct orders to destroy anyone who steps out of line... you've seen the damage they do. Please don't be stupid. I'd rather not lose either of you to fruitless defiance."

Karl lunged for Miranda but Donna haphazardly clambered herself nearly onto him to stop his assault as she walked away so annoyingly nonchalant.

"Don't be an idiot!" she hissed through a hushed whisper in his ear, "your shop - now!"

Everyone of key importance had gathered in Karl's work space: Donna, Karl himself, Dmitri, Angie, Sylvia, Mitch, Diego, Gerard, Mateo, Elina, and shockingly, Clarice from the council.

"Keep your voice down!" Donna huffed.

"I don't give a fuck what they can hear! I'm about to start poppin' bullets in every single one of their skulls!" Karl raged, pulling a new and very decently sized revolver out of his underarm and aiming it to the mutants on the other side of the thick glass, "I'll blow the underground to kingdom-fucking-come before I let this bitch take this place!" Donna forced his arm down and grabbed the collar of his dirty, beat-up, oversized khaki colored trench coat, "will you keep your shit together! We have one fucking shot at this and we can't afford your hot-headed, bull-skulled, idiotic temper to ruin it for everyone! Alcina needs our help! We have to be smart about this!"

Angie popped a blood lollypop out of her mouth loudly and hopped her butt onto the table, shoving it right back in her cheek before reaching for Karl, "listen, my man, I've been watching these weirdos for weeks; they are brutally strong but they are fuckin' DUMB. I'm not sure what operates them but I swear to god it's not the brain in their heads. They're very easily distracted and drawn apart when psycho-whacko isn't present. The sunrise is barely hours away, we need a calculated diversion, lots of 'em - you know, bombs and stuff - and a quick moving team and we can get Alcina and her girls out with no issue at all. But that's only if Mother Fuckface isn't near."

"There's the biggest issue; Mother Miranda." Dmitri stated, his usually calm and vivid demeanor very visibly shaken by witnessing what everyone else did.

"Yeah - that -" Angie chimed back in, "she's really the messiest dingleberry. I dunno what to tell you about that one. Sheer force won't do jack shit to her with all these mutants around. She's their HBIC - it's like she thinks it and they do it - very disturbing."

"HBIC?" Clarice piped up very confused.

"Head bitch in charge." Angie clarified.

Donna huffed and rubbed her temples aggravatedly, "alright - heads down - focus! We have very little time, we've got to move quickly."

You felt like you were under a boulder.

It wasn't terribly bright where you were but it took all of your effort to force your eyelids open.

The room was decently sized, wide open, the lights were dull and a light ochre color. It smelled slightly sterile but also metallic the way dried blood did. The walls were lined with shelves and storage lockers, weird glass globes and vials that made you feel like you were caught in a mad scientist movie. It was also full of all kinds of medical looking equipment, and in that instant everything that had taken place rushed back in, including that cunts words; take her to the lab, NOW!

So. This was it.

You were strangely alone. You thought that was probably not the smartest move, but then again you felt like you'd been hit by a bus. There was barely enough energy coursing through you to breath without labor.

What the fuck was around your neck and wrists? They had to be the reason for this feeling.

Using all your might, you tried to lean forward in the reclined chair you were clearly bound to to see if you could make out the heavy cuffs.

It was a dark grey material, a metal of sorts maybe? It appeared polished and looked kind of shiny, but it wasn't glowing the way Alcina's had been.

The unlatching of a door to the right of you caught you off guard and your head snapped in that direction, a bad move as the room started to spin.

"Iron."

Came that sickening voice.

"The best raw iron one can find," Mother Miranda continued as she waltzed happily towards you, "the only real weakness to a fae like you."

...Fae?

What?

You were finally able to get a good close look at the living terror you had envisioned killing many times before, the rage you felt twisting your lips and face into a scowl that made Miranda smirk. She might be a pretty thing if she weren't such an awful waste of air. To you she was ugly, hideous even, wearing the pain she'd caused your Alcina like a badge of honor and it made your magick spark.

"I had hoped to meet under better circumstances, but Alcina never would have allowed that to happen..."

Miranda placed her hand on your upper arm and it burned. Whether or not that was your imagination reacting out of pure spite for her or an actual sensation you weren't really sure.

"She's very possessive, you see. She would have never shared you with me willingly."

Her smile made you want to explode.

"Though her appetite for strong blood has always been her weakness, and her strength. I could always count on her to find the most delicious humans. Granted, Madeleine was a sorry loss, truly, which I'm sure she told you all about her, and what I did... villainize me all you want, little fae, but I did what was best for her in the end."

You wanted to scream more than anything, break free and grab her face and gouge out her eyes, but you were locked in a prison of hatred that rendered you still and silent while you bickered with your inner thoughts trying to stay on top of your reactions. Then Malka's voice sounded in your ear; telling you to remain calm, to use the situation to your benefit, to store the emotions brewing inside of you because they would come in handy. So you remained quiet, letting her drawl making you angrier and angrier.

"Madeleine came from a long line of witches, I'll have you know," Miranda continued as she walked around the chair you were strapped to, heading to the side table that had a large syringe and several long vials, "but she had strayed from that path, as did her mother before her, so her blood would have been no use to me in the long run. It was too weak, her power was too weak, but it made her irresistible to our dearest Alcina."

Watching as she grabbed for the syringe, you swallowed and eyed her like a hawk, gritting and grinding your teeth with what strength you had.

"I knew what I put her through would wane her from seeking anything less than the most powerful blood until the right time came. I had no idea it would be this soon. I figured a century may pass perhaps, but here you came along... a most pleasant surprise. I thought your kind had long been lost."

Curiosity was hard to deny. You'd been searching for answers your whole life. Now you had to ask.

"What exactly are... my kind?"

Miranda's eyes gleamed, "I told you; you're a fae! Now which kind I'm not totally certain. Fae folk in the human world are the rarest, which makes you the most desirable! A fae in the olde world is too impossible to catch. They're too strong, too flighty, too unusable. But you! Your blood is some of the oldest I've ever had the privilege to come across. I'll truly enjoy my search to find your lineage, if I can, because your blood will be the striking force to begin our journey into this new age!"

Syringe in hand, Miranda darted back to your side and examined you with fever in her eyes, her delicate fingertip tracing your face that came with a sensation of you wanting to rip yourself out of your skin.

"You will be everything I need for my new species of vampire. Your blood will make me stronger than any that have ever walked this earth before, and my children, the new breed that I will introduce, will be the perfection I have so long since desired."

You had to bite your lip as her twinkling blue eyes made your skin prickle. Keeping your head about you to continue to store this rage deep inside of you, in a nest in your core for your chance to strike was getting harder.

"The army that follows me now are less than what I desired. They are controllable, but... albeit a failed experiment. Yes, they are brutishly strong, and purely loyal to me, but... they have no mind of their own, a downside to the parasite I bred. But! It was a good start!" She grinned, "When I mutate your blood along with my parasites I hope to weed out the rest of the weaknesses that make us fallible - there will be no desire but to be beautiful and powerful. To follow me. And only me. To deny love for any, but me. To go with me to whatever end I desire... to never repeat the same mistakes I face, over and over..."

Her eyes went vacant as she stared off at the wall behind your head, the forest of thoughts she'd just gotten lost in seeming to lead her down a foggy path that blinked your existence out of the picture, and yet she kept talking.

"It was a dream my daughter and I had..." her voice dwindled to a more somber tone, "she had been so young. Twelve years old. Too young to be what she became. The years passed, and we do not change physically of course, and it becomes hard for one so young to bare the burdens of the world, to watch everything change around you when you do not when you should... Eva... my darling... she wanted to change. She wanted to change so much, but I... was able to give her everything her heart desired, but that..."

Your eyes were transfixed on this woman. Alcina told you she had never told a soul what had happened to her daughter, that everything the vampires knew about it was purely speculation, and yet here she was spilling it to you like you were a guard at the gates of heaven or hell, and she must tell her tale before she passes.

"Her beauty was unmatched. An angel, really. A young but vicious killer that gave my soul so much joy. My only absolution to the life we had no choice but to dwell within. And we... oh, we had such plans! Such visions we would share and collaborate - the future of our kind - the path we could lead - the power and control we could have! There was a future we so desired to live back amongst the humans as one! To be feared and loved and worshipped as the greater species we are! Untouched by time... illness... every little thing that defeated humans at the drop of a hat..."

Miranda looked back down at you as she seemed to come back into herself, her palm caressing your face as she sunk her sight into you, and you stilled, held your breath out of what emotion you weren't sure.

"But... we aren't as perfect as we should be. There is one, only one, illness that is our downfall. It ruins everything... every plan, ever desire, every need behind a motivation - it can be thwarted by the worst of all illnesses... do you know what that illness, that weakness is, little fae?"

You shook your head very carefully, the wild look behind her eyes making you uneasy.

"Love," she whispered, leaning into your face, "love, little fae... the worst ailment any living creature can endure! It... ruins everything!"

Miranda leaned back up and stepped away from you with haste, pacing manically as she continued her bizarre rant.

"It took my Eva!" She nearly shrieked, "it took her from me!" Her wild eyes went back to you as she walked back and forth across the floor, "she fell from me! Away from me! Abandoned me and our plans! Everything we were working towards - she left it all behind - dropped it like it had never meant anything, all because - all because - this - this boy! A human! A human boy she could never coexist with! She was stricken down by this folly and I lost her to it, to him!"

She was growing more and more fitful and you were trying very hard to not fear for your safety. Miranda was a loaded loose cannon, that was all too apparent.

"I - I had no choice. I had no choice, little fae. For our own betterment, for hers, I had to cure her. I had to end it. How could I possibly let this infection of love for a human taint my bloodline?! Humans would be our end! She knew this, she knew, and yet she gave in. She bowed to this weakness. And I... my reign, my dynasty, could not be tarnished. We were too far into our plan to stray. I couldn't allow it. I couldn't... and so I had to kill her, don't you see?"

She was out of her fucking mind. Absolutely mad.

"But... time marched on. I marched on. I never abandoned our plans, our hope, our desire for our kinds future. I had to abide my time. Calculate. Measure. Collect. Create. Watch. And plan. Plan, plan, plan, until the time was right."

Once more she turned to you and came to your side with a face full of psychotic hope.

"And here you are - my beacon of light! The turn of my tides! We will be great together. We will create such a dynasty that will rule this world for the rest of time, it will be marvelous! You... and me... we will change the course of the worlds future."

The fuck WE will.

You had to keep calm. You had to.

You were facing a deranged vampire who was old and powerful, but you would fight tooth and nail to make sure this plan of hers never saw the light of day. Pun intended.

Swallowing carefully, you tested the deep water you were in for your own benefit, you needed information, and more catalyst to your stash of emotion, "what have you done with Alcina?"

Mother Miranda's visage took a deep dive from hope to scrutiny, "what does it matter? She is a lost cause, as all of the vampires I have placed my hopes in have been."

"If you want my help, which I will give you, I simply ask in return that you tell me what you've done with her."

Rising slowly away from you, Miranda went back to the small table and retrieved a vial, with it and the syringe in hand, she returned and eyed you flatly, "she and her daughters will die by sunlight. I sealed them in the sun towers to burn."

There it was.

Oh that fire began to burn brightly. Now all you needed was your window of opportunity.

"You offer your alliance so willingly, I had not expected that little fae," Miranda mused as she looked down at you, calculating your words, "why?"

Fighting down your rage you locked your eyes in hers and forced a small smile, "you give me little choice. I would rather go willingly than fight you."

Her hardened facade broke into a faint grin.

Was it that easy?

"I somehow knew I was going to like you. Fae are usually very feisty and yet you are so malleable - you are wise beyond your years! Or, perhaps, the human world has beaten you down enough to make you this compliant... either way... we really will be a great team together."

She stroked your face once more that made your insides lurch, but you held your tongue and waited less than patiently.

"Still... you will have to fully earn my trust in time. Now, hold still, I need to fill these vials so I can begin my research."

Mother Miranda reached for the heavy iron collar around your neck and snapped the latch open, pulled it from your throat and you felt the overpowering flood of everything you had been holding onto slam into you.

Show time.

All you saw was red. Rage. Alcina, on her knees and bleeding at the mercy of the woman in front of you. The shallowing of your breath was accompanied with the narrowing of your space; the honing in on everything you felt; the numb, surging, overflowing power of your need for revenge for what she'd done to Alcina, and what she had in store for the woman you loved so deeply. You couldn't fathom the future she spoke of, the terror she would instill, and you would be damned before you, or your Alcina, became the played pawns in the start of this chess match. Miranda would pay dearly. You would make certain of it.

It was hot, prickly. Seething to be released.

You harnessed your magick with all of your might; the gnashing, howling hunger to lash out giving you only a brief pause before you let it off its leash at your intended target.

The heat of this explosion of magick was so strong you felt like you could touch it. It permeated off you and hit Miranda with an invisible choking cloud.

She stumbled back, dropping her tools to the floor with a clatter as a sputtering scream began to emerge from her throat. Her hands reached for her eyes with a shaking intensity as she screamed louder and louder, her knees threatening to buckle as you forced every ounce of your hatred through her. It wasn't long before you saw trails of blood pouring down her cheeks from her eyes before she all but fell into the table, knocking it over, the glass vials shattering on impact to the floor as she struggled to get as far away from you as possible.

Miranda tumbled through the door from which she came and you jerked on your wrists with might. The iron split around your wrists without struggle and you were free. Nauseatingly light headed you headed for the door opposite of where Mother Miranda had fled and dashed as fast as your wobbly legs would take you.

The further you got into the ways of the city the more and more powerful you felt, almost like you had to collect your power back before you yourself burst. Finally, against your will, you slammed into a wall and took heavy breath after heavy breath, looking down at your open palms that felt like they were on fire. Things were beginning to spin less and less and now you could hear yelling and screaming, howling, gun shots, and what you were pretty certain were explosions.

My hell, you were underground in the middle of a real war.

Out of the blue you heard your name behind you.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, please let this not be real. You weren't entirely sure enough on your feet yet to run.

Hesitantly you looked over your shoulder and found a face coming at you that allowed you to relax.

"Angie," you huffed, still relying on the wall for support.

"Ho - ly shit! You escaped?!"

You nodded a little disjunct and let the familiar vampire grab hold of you, "y-yeah - Miranda - "

"Ooo shit, fuck fuck - c'mon lets get outta here!"

She scooped you up like you were just a stuffed doll and dashed down the hallway, turning here and turning there, the labyrinth of this place making you so confused you stopped trying to keep track of your surroundings until you were being set down in a dark corner of a room with several other people.

"She escaped Miranda!" Angie shouted.

Three more sets of eyes landed on you, one you recognized; Donna.

"What?!"

The burliest of them asked as he shot around from behind Donna to get a good look at you.

"I'll be fucked! Little human's got gumption! How, though?!"

"I - I'm a fae," you answered very unsure of yourself. You weren't entirely sure if that Miranda bitch was right, but somehow it made sense.

The pause made you uneasy as they all looked at you as if you'd grown a second head in the last five seconds.

"I have magick," you tried again, "I attacked her, but I don't know how much damage I did."

Donna placed her hand on her shoulder in a very comforting way, her smile was warm but it didn't last long.

"You may have bought us a large window of opportunity, my dear, thank you," she offered, "are you alright, did she harm you?"

"N-no, no she didn't hurt me - I'm ok. Where's Alcina?" you blurted.

"The Eastern sun tower, that's where we're headed now."

Said the very handsome man with the most strikingly white hair and Russian accent.

"This is Dmitri, and this is Karl," Donna relayed with haste, "and the one who brought you, this is Angie, my sister."

"Yeah, we've met before," you responded with a smile at the blonde.

Donna halted grabbing for the bag she was fuddling with, "what?"

Angie jumped in immediately, "mmmyeah, about that; that's a story for another time, we really gotta get going. The sun rose three hours ago, our time slot to rescue is cutting way too short."

"Let's go then," you butted in, feeling much more like yourself which was a great relief.

"No, no," Donna warned, "this is no place for you, dear, I don't want to risk your safety."

"Did you not hear what she just said?" Karl interjected, "little pixie dust handed Miranda's ass to her - she's comin'! We want this little magickal hot shot with us."

"We really don't have time to argue, let's go!"

Dmitri was the final say.

The rest of the way wasn't completely barren of mutants, but they seemed oddly discombobulated and killing them was easier than it should've been.

The radio comms worn by Karl and Dmitri were going off the entire way. From what you gathered, the lycans and vampire soldiers were executing well calculated and stealthy attacks through the city, confirming your suspicions of hearing explosion earlier, which, fittingly enough continued as the three of you made your way to what was referred to as the Eastern Quarter, where the Eastern sun towers resided.

You were privileged front row seats to watching how vampires and lycans fought. Well, Karl at least. He was manic and hasty, although swift and effective with knives and a very large gun that made easy work of skulls. There was little left remaining after the blasts but an eerie blue glowing substance that oozed from whatever body part had been obliterated. The vampires were elegant and ruthless. They preferred blades above all else and Donna, though small, was terrifyingly agile and precise in the way she killed. Angie was a lot like Karl; pure mania. Dmitri, almost robotic; blunt and brutal.

Luckily you didn't have to go up against any mutants, you were far too preoccupied with familiarizing yourself with your surroundings and getting to Alcina as quickly as possible.

A sharp turn and a steep decline on damp stone stairs led you all to your destination.

It was eerily silent here and it made everything more dire. There were slots in the low ceiling where it met the stone wall that allowed, what you assumed to be, sunlight in. Safely enough it wouldn't harm a vampire if they didn't come too close, but in a horrifying way to let whomever was down there know that the sun was in the sky. The area was cold, and everything echoed loudly as it was quite literally a simple stone corridor with one door and two exits, the one you came from and the one that had dried blood leading to a very lonely door.

But there was no longer a door there.

The barely six foot tall archway had been cemented shut.

At some point during the night Alcina and her girls had fallen into a dreamless, slumber-like state. The frigid cold keeping them stored motionless and thoughtless until the impending white light of their looming fate began to spill over into the silo.

Bela was the first to wake.

She was stiff and so cold that when she peered gingerly towards where they all rest with their fingers still touching their mothers, she realized that their digits had turned completely grey. Void of all color or circulation.

It was then the shock and panic of realization that light was filling the silo, that Bela used all her might to push from the stinging cold floor and assess the situation.

Her wide eyes peered up to see the crescent moon of sunlight was growing larger and larger at the very top of the silo walls.

The sunlight was coming, death was coming. Help, was not.

Severity set in.

"Mother," her raw voice rasped, "mother please, wake up - wake up! Sisters! Get up!"

Their movements were just as slow as hers but they joined her, sitting up and leaning into the cold brick of the wall, eyes flying from the blue sky above to their mother who still lay completely unresponsive.

"Mother! Mother, please!" Bela called once more.

Daniela and Cassandra reached for each other, then Bela, trying to pull on their chains once more to see if by any mishap of fate they could break free. But they could not. They were too weak and it was too late.

The light melted down the brick above further and further as the moments passed, and the girls took to holding onto each other instead, inching as far from the wall as possible to give them any more time that might be possible before death seared them.

"M-mother - " Dani whined, "wake up... the sun! Please!"

Still, nothing.

Cassandra held fast to her sisters and brought their attention to her, the most somber expression they'd ever seen taking her beautiful face. She shook her head, accepting the fate that had befallen them, refusing to let it end without expressing the love she never truly said out loud, with actions.

So there, in the chilling wake of the sunlight, Cassandra, Bela, and Daniela held each other in an embrace of sisterhood as they braved their fears for what was to come.

Staring up at the sky, they waited for it all to end.

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 8: Cast Iron

Killer x gn!reader

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Once your brother was gone, you sighed. “It’s like working with a bunch of toddlers, I swear.” You turned back to your work, making some notes about what you needed to get done for the rest of the day. Ugh, you were having a hard time focusing. Maybe you needed to grab a snack.

There was a knock on the doorframe and you jumped.

“Y/n? Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You turned, seeing Killer standing there. “It’s fi-” Your words cut off as you realized Killer’s helmet in his hands and he was sporting a nasty head wound.

“Oh, Killi,” you grumbled. “What the fuck.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before pulling out a chair. You pointed at it. “Sit.” He immediately obeyed, sitting in the chair just as you asked, setting his helmet on the desk next to it.

“What happened?” You didn’t bother looking over as you fished around for your things.

“Uh, sparring.”

You stopped, looking at him. “Sparring.” You repeated, a tinge of disbelief in your words, but you didn’t protest. Now that you had a closer look at it, you were pretty sure it just looked worse than it was.

You walked over to him, standing in between his legs, like you had done a couple times before, moving his hair out of the way to get better access. “You know, you’ll end up with brain damage if you keep getting your head hurt like this.”

You let out a sharp sigh of frustration. All his fucking hair was irritating you. You ripped your own hair clip out - your hair had gotten a little long because you didn't exactly have time to get it cut. And you didn’t trust anyone on the ship to do it. You let your own hair tumble as you pinned Killer’s out of the way. “That’s better,” you mumbled. He seemed to shift in the chair as he watched you for a moment, his face turning red. An infection? A fever? You’d check in a moment.

Then you realized something.

“Killer…” There was a sign of irritation in your voice. You noticed that this was an older wound that hadn’t been tended to and it reopened.

With his lack of answer, you stepped back, putting your hands on your hips, staring at him. He was avoiding eye contact with you.

“Care to explain?”

“Explain what?”

“I sweat to fuck I will end you.” You glared at him. “How old is it?”

“A few days?”

“A few-” You guffawed. “Are you fucking joking? I’m going to beat the shit out of you, I swear. Why didn’t you come to me?” You stepped back towards him, beginning to clean up the wound.

“You were busy…”

You pulled back again to stare at him, but he was avoiding your gaze once more. You put your fingers under his chin and forced him to look at you. “Killer,” you said. He looked startled, staring at you with wide eyes. “I always have time for you, for one. For two, I’m the ship's doctor, this is literally my job.” You let him go, moving back to cleaning and patching up his wound.

You felt him squirm for a moment. “You keep moving like that, I’m going to end up stabbing you,” you mumbled with a roll of your eyes. You noticed him turning red at the corner of your eye, but didn’t say anything. You didn’t see any sign of infection, maybe it was just hot in here.

“I don’t know how you skated by with no infection,” you mumbled, rambling your own personal notes to yourself. “However, you do need a couple of stitches. Nothing too crazy though.” You could handle two stitches. Besides, it was a good arm day, so you knew it’d be fine.

He just nodded, his face red. Maybe you should check for a fever. It was flu season, after all.

As you began stitching, he hissed, his hands finding their way to your hips - as they always did - gripping you tightly. And, as always, you tried your best to bite back whatever noises threatened to escape from your mouth. You focused your hardest on the task at hand.

Luckily, or maybe it was unluckily - jury was still out on that one, it didn’t take too long for you to do what you needed to. You finished up, applying the salve as Killer’s hands removed themselves from your hips.

You almost frowned at the lack of contact, but you were able to keep a straight face.

You grabbed your hairpin out of his hair and put it back up in your own. Maybe you’d cut it later today. “Next time, swing by. It doesn’t take long. I don’t care how busy I am, alright?” You grinned at him. He just looked at you with wide eyes for a moment and you blinked.

He seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, taking off.

Watching him leave, you sighed. He always made your heart race no matter what he did. Ugh, you were so smitten and you hated it. How long had it been at this point? Ten years? More than that? You thought it would slowly fade away over time, but it only seemed to get worse - you were just better at hiding it.

You noticed his helmet on the desk. “Huh, he’s not usually forgetful,” you mumbled, picking it up. It was fine, you could take it to him. You notice something fall out and float to the ground. You stared at it for a moment. Was it a photograph? The paper certainly looked like it. You knelt down about to pick it up when someone else swiped it up before you. You blinked in confusion, looking up as you saw Killer.

“Uh…” He seemed to be at a loss for words.

“Was that a picture of someone?” You grinned, easily falling into the roll of teasing him. “C’mon, you can trust me~” you said in a singsong voice. “Who is it? A crush?” Just the thought of it was soul crushing for you, but this would be the best thing for you to move on, honestly.

He was your brother’s best friend - it just wasn’t in the cards for you.

“Uh…” His face was growing more and more red by the second. He took the helmet out of your hands gently, placing the photo inside and putting it back on.

“I guess you could say that,” he mumbled.

It felt like the world was crashing around you, but you didn’t let it get to you. “Who is it?” you pressed, narrowing your eyes at him. “Do I know them?”

He was quiet. An evil grin spread across his face. “Doesn’t matter if you tell me or not. I’m going to find out.” You stepped towards him and he instantly took a step back before turning high tail out of there. You just chuckled as he left, mostly to hide your own pain.

Who was it? Was it someone you knew? Someone on the ship? Someone from back home? Someone from one of the passing islands? Maybe it was Victoria. Though, he would’ve told you if that was the case. You had already known about him and your brother’s crushes on her.

Curiosity was eating away at you. Perhaps it was also because you were trying to not focus on the heartache you were currently feeling. “I’ll ask Eustass,” you mumbled to yourself, heading out of your lab.

When you headed to the deck, you searched for your brother. “Looking for the captain?” You looked over at Dive, nodding. “Oh, how are your teeth, by the way?” You crouched down to her level - she was much shorter than everyone else. “Let me see.”

“They’re really good! They don’t break as easily and they even filled out!” She opened them so you could examine them. You took mental notes. All the chips and such seemed to have disappeared. “Good, I’m glad to hear.” You stood back up. “Just please stop chewing on the ship, you’re going to drive the captain crazy,” you mused.

Dive just laughed, putting her hands on her hips. “Yeah, yeah. He already gave me several earfuls about it. Wire ended up making me some wooden targets I can chew up to train.” You thought for a moment. “Maybe I can talk to the captain about making some sort of contraption to fling targets and you can get them out of the air.”

Her eyes lit up. “Would you do that, really?” She seemed absolutely excited. You laughed, nodding. “Of course. Anything for you, Dive.” She cheered again, running around you.

“Oh! Captain’s up on the upper deck talking to a new recruit! Lemme know when you make that thing!” Then she scampered off, probably finding someone to harass as she usually did.

You headed to the upper deck in search for your brother and finally spotted his red hair standing out. “Tungsten!”

“Come on over here, Bigs!” Eustass didn’t even look away from the guy he was talking to or really stop his conversation. After all, he knew your voice and you were the only one who called him that.

You bounded over to him, looking at the new guy. “Bigs, this is our new recruit, Kese. Kese, this is y/n.” Honestly, hearing your brother say your name at any point was weird. It was foreign to you and he always made a face when he said it. It was weird to the both of you.

“Oh! Pleasure to meet you,” he said, smoothly. He stuck out his hand and you took it. His grip was a bit on the tighter side, but you returned the sentiment. Perhaps he was sizing you up. However, there was a glint in his eye that you didn’t like.

“I heard the captain call you ‘Bigs’. Is this a nickname everyone calls you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your brother cut you off. His voice was flat and stern. “No. Only I call them that.” You just laughed and nodded. “Same with tungsten. Those names are reserved for only us.” You shrugged, folding your arms.

“Anyway,” you paused, turning to your brother. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“I’m in the middle of something.”

“It’ll take like two seconds.”

“If it’s only going to ‘take like two seconds’,” he mocked you slightly and you glared at him, “then it can wait.”

You groaned. “It’s importaaaaaant. I can’t wait.”

“Can’t you get someone else to help.”

“No, you’re the only person.”

Eustass groaned, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re so fucking impossible sometimes, Bigs. You know that?” A shiteating grin, much akin to his, spread across your face. “I hate that grin,” he mumbled.

“You have the same one, dumbass.”

Your brother looked at the newcomer. “Give us just a moment, please?” Kese nodded, smiling. “Of course! I’m going to introduce myself to some of the others!” Then he turned, giving you a look that made your blood run cold before heading off.

The hell was that about?

“Okay. What the fuck do you want?”

“So, Killi was in my lab just now-”

“Oh, he finally got that injury patched up?”

You stopped, staring at him, your mouth agap. “You fucking knew?”

“Well, yeah. It’s the captain’s job to know about everything that happens on the ship.”

You swatted him in the arm and he cursed at you. “The fuck was that for?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me! Or make him come see me!”

“Not my job to baby him.” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. Okay, okay. This was a whole different can of worms that you didn’t want to deal with right now. You sighed. “Okay, whatever. We’re moving on. Anyway.”

“Who does Killer have a crush on?” Ripping off the band-aid. Eustass and you always dealt with things head on for the most part. Bluntness was how it worked.

His eyes widened in surprise and he seemed to choke on nothing. “Huh?” He looked at you. “Crush? I don’t…huh?” You narrowed your eyes. Wow, that wasn’t suspicious at all.

“You heard me, obviously. A picture fell out of his helmet, but he snatched it up before I could see it. I did weasel out enough information to confirm it was someone he had a crush on.” You shrugged, folding your arms. “And you clearly know who it is. So spill.”

Eustass stared at you for a long moment, seemingly battling whatever inner monologue he was having with himself. “Well…did he say that? Or did you assume it and he went along with it?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. You pursed your lips together, avoiding eye contact.

Your brother sneered at you, smirking. “As I fuckin’ thought. You know how awkward he can be sometimes. It’s probably nothing.” You knew Killer and Eustass long enough to know that that was a load of horseshit and you weren’t falling for it.

“You fucking liar.”

If looks could kill, you’d be dead right now. “The fuck you say?”

“You fuckin’ heard me!”

“I’m not a liar!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

You suddenly felt yourself being lifted and tossed over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Speak of the devil,” you grumbled. “What?”

“Killer! Fucking dammit!” You squirmed for a moment before going limp. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grip. You just heard your brother cackling. “I’m going to go finish my conversation with the new guy since ours is clearly over.” You crushed at him, thrashing on Killer’s shoulder.

You fell limp again with a groan as you felt Killer carrying you away from your brother. “Don’t forget! I’m making cabbage rolls tonight!” you called from your spot on the shoulder. You heard some other crewmates cheer in response.

You watched as your brother’s face lit up. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

After putting some distance between you and your brother, Killer set you down. “What was the argument about this time?”

“You,” you said, dusting yourself off. Even with his helmet, you could tell his expressions.

“I was trying to get answers from him about the picture when you didn’t give me any. He tried to tell me it wasn’t a crush, but I call bullshit and called him a liar and then it escalated.” You shrugged, standing back up straight, looking at Killer pointedly.

“I will find out who it is, Killer.” You poked him in the chest and he stepped back. “You can’t keep this from me forever and that’s a promise.”

You stepped back, smiling and putting your hands on your hips. “Now. Let’s go make some dinner!”

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #killer one piece #killer x reader #am fics #cc #massacre soldier killer

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Hello, it’s me. Hey, i’m the problem it’s me.- Anyway I just wanted to say I like your thoughts on jace with a dragon reader (I have been working on something similar) And it was really good to think about.

Now think about Yan! Jace finding out that there is another hybrid who wants to claim you for his own, and jace being fucking livid. He’ll kill them if he has to but not before making you his. Fucking you immediately (getting you pregnant if you want it) giving you his clothes, and maybe even locking the guy up and fucking you in front of him. But all I can think about is jace dominating the powerful reader- He’d be pushing you down and fucking your hole at a ungodly speed and he will handcuff you. Yan! Jace is a force you shouldn’t mess with, especially his darling.

-Hope you have a good rest of your day Hun!

DECEASED! Literally dying. I love this, my brain is on overdrive with it. Okay some things to establish/think about first.

TW: swearing (by me—sorry), sexual themes, unhealthy relationships, death (maybe)

Yan! Jace X Dragon!Reader — Another Hybrid as Competition

What kind of cultures do hybrid dragons have? It sounds like they are extremely rare, however, surely there are records on them; how they meld with human society, basic characteristics, etc. I’m asking this because I think Jace would not only do research into that (trying to understand you better), but if he learned of another hybrid dragon and that they want to mate with you, he’d want to see what precedents for hybrid x hybrid are—’inevitable’ or up to chance? Either way it's clear that the threat this new hybrid poses to your futures is not acceptable.

Sadly, I think they would need to be killed because they pose too much of a danger in regards to you, black v greens, and general family security (Don’t dragons always get what they want? I don’t think they are used to being denied so they might lash out). He’d probably interrogate them, or ask for Daemon's help in that regard. Also he’d probably spin the situation as a ‘national security risk’ (lol) since they could try fighting back or simply taking you by force. Who knows what damages that could bring. (While I don’t think Jace would think of you as one of the dragons on the blacks side, he might try to leverage your strength as a reason for the need to have you with the family. I could see Daemon buying it and also looking through to his true motivations, but he’s amused and also you could come in handy. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. He wonders how your offsprings will look with a smirk on his face[lol])

Jace would definitely say, “One dragon was stolen from my family—I won’t allow for another.” Aemond made it clear that unless you stake your claim before anyone else, you’ll be left with nothing but strife. He needs to make his claim known, and display it—explicitly.

Hmmmm, I need to figure out the headcanon of how Dragon! Reader and Jace meet, but I think in this scenario the relationship would be friendly if not a bit bashful. You were maybe already feeling something for him, but I’d imagine that since you are on the younger side (for dragons, might even be the same age of Jacaerys or younger [but not by much]) you don’t understand what the feeling is. You probably also haven’t had a lot of interactions with humans, certainly not to the extent that you are now—constantly crowded by people and especially by Jace. So you're clueless mentally on what is between you two but you feel a draw to him. Jacaerys is obviously fucking rapid for you. Firstly, he can hardly believe that you even exist, so that's mind blowing. Secondly, you are literally the most breathtaking sight he’s ever seen, his eyes are on you constantly—he can’t help himself. Thirdly, he just can’t get enough of your personality. You have such a way of looking at things—whether it be maturity or innocence, grace or brazenness, etc etc. Man lives by your every word every action, so if someone is trying to take that away it's on SIGHT.

Now to set up how the two of you, (or just him), found out about the other hybrid, their intentions for you, and how it ends.

For this I might see something of a declaration by them being made (lol), I feel like a human dragon would have that bravado, like they basically are the shit. It’s not really clear/fleshed out to me as to whether they’d be stronger than dragons but they sure as hell are stronger than humans so they don’t need to worry about much. I think the other hybrid would come from Essos or Old Valyria or something, but you’d be the Westerosi hybrid (lol). So you got this other hybrid probably fucking rolling up to Dragonstone with SO MUCH DRIP, Jacaerys sweating bullets like ‘Oh fuck so thats my compitition’, you oblivious as hell as to what they want until they say some boisterous shit like how they’ve crossed the narrow sea to claim you as their rightful bride. Shit kinda goes down, Jacaerys almost punching the hybrid but you catch his arm since he would clearly be overpowered. You ask for the night to think about it, but Jace has other plans. He’d probably orchestrate the hybrid catching the two of you having sex for the first time all while you are blissed and fucked out of your mind declaring your love for him again and again. Jace came to you after the hybrids declaration that night. He confessed his feelings and how he can’t live a day of his life without you. If you were to leave him you’ll need to cut out his heart and take it with you—for that’s where it will always remain. (FML I LOVE THIS MUSH). That kinda causes your heart to fucking explode, and you realize you want him as your mate. Jacaerys would have confronted you in a predetermined area and time that which he made sure to mention to the hybrid. He probably said that you wanted to see them at a certain time to give them your answer early. But in reality it’s him fucking the fire out of you basically. Once Jacaerys notices them in the area, he makes sure to get you to say how much you love him, how he is your only mate, how you want to give him babies. All the while, he reaffirms it saying how much he loves you too—only and forever you, how he will be your only mate no matter what, how he will give you babies—and so many of them that you won’t ever not be pregnant (lol he kinda goes overboard but he’s just so fucking excited to be one with you). The following morning when you tell the hybrid your decision—Jacaerys' arm around your waist while doing so, he makes sure to comment that he hopes your opinion has been extremely clear. Jacaerys stays behind but tells you to wait for him at breakfast or something before he goes up to the hybrid saying “And I hope to make it clear what might happen if you continue your pursuit” his hand going to rest on his sword before walking away. If the hybrid does continue, I think he would kill them but I can only really imagine it happening in a super fucking intense battle with Vermax (kinda needed to level the playing field)

For the other scenario I imagine, I think the hybrid would send you letters and gifts after learning about your presence, of which Jace would have been alerted to from a Maester or something. He fucking pours over the letters and glares at the gifts. He had hoped to make his courtship with you slow, as to not scare you off but this would trigger him to go faster. He’ll be more explicit about his like for you, even more attached to your hip, gifts fucking everywhere (sometimes he makes sure to keep them with him for a while so it smells like him). Time is of the essence here. He’ll have bedded you a couple of times before he’d reply back to the hybrid pretending to be you. Luring them into Dragonstone before imprisoning them with the help of Daemon as well (thanks step dad for supporting my bad tendencies). However leading up to the expected date he gets even more possessive and obsessive (I almost feel bad for jace lol, he would be a wreck for a bit), as he is so fucking worried about you leaving him for the hybrid. He gives you a LOT of wearable stuff, things that clearly state his ‘ownership/bond’ with you like Velayron and Targaryen colors and sigils everywhere. During the week leading up to the hybrids visit he lies to you and says there is a threat to Dragonstone and you need to remain in your room until it is contained. You probably try to help out since you're a mf hybrid, but Jace reasons to you that if anything were to happen he wouldn’t be able to live on without you. Immediately when the hybrid is imprisoned he’ll have come to you (maybe bloody—his or the hybrids—but definitely fucking excited) Jace will say that the threat has been caught, and he needs to show you. He all but drags you to the hybrid prison cell, and he shows them to you with the biggest smile on his face. Jace talks about how this was the danger he worried about, he’ll bring up the letters, gifts, and the hybrid's intentions with you. He will cusp your face with his hands and kiss you, saying that now they will never be able to take you away from him. Jace gets excited, kissing you again and again while you take in this new information and a dark idea pops into his head—why doesn’t he show the hybrid how you belong to him? As Jace overwhelms you with more kisses and groping, he makes sure to angle the two of you so that everything is visible to the hybrid. Maybe a lil’ manic in how he fucks his dick into you, like it’s too much you can’t even think. He’s fucking rabid. With how much you’ve been crying from pleasure and arousal dripping from your pussy it's really a wonder how you haven’t shriveled from water loss. In your fucked out state you won’t even notice the collar he puts and locks onto your neck, however your sensitive ears picks up the clang of chains. Ya, I definitely think that Jace would have like a chained collar for you to wear for a long while (until he is finally secure again that you won’t leave him), He’ll always be holding onto the end of it, it’s like a little cute reminder that you will always belong to him and now everyone can see that too (fucking morbid mate, but hot, I give it a thumbs up)

Finally, just something that I’m thinking about now is how Jace manages to keep the reader and not get killed. Like do you love him (maybe even find his possessiveness hot and mate worthy? Or don’t even notice/realize it's not really healthy?), is he constantly putting that dick power on you and your like Jace sex obsessed? Is he placating you with gold and gifts? Are you bonded to him like an actual dragon? Can/were you able to control who you bonded with? Was it forced by him, was it random, do you like it? What are the bonding ramifications, like can you disobey him at times like actual dragons? How does it compel you to obey him? That sort of thing. Hmmmm…. It keeps me thinking…

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Love you dearie!!! Glad that you're checking up on your decrepit ol' grandma, hahaha (picture that laugh but like really haggard and old sounding, that's what I'm going for lmfao)

#Hotd #yandere hotd #jacaerys velaryon x reader #yandere jacaerys #hotd x reader #Dragon!Reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #HoTd x Dragon! Reader

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momentum

last year i kept missing updates and people were so sweet like “you don’t have to post X often! you don’t have to hit a deadline! do what suits your schedule!” and that was lovely and I did appreciate it, but the point of the deadlines was momentum. Now I have fallen down so thoroughly on posting ever at all, zero routine left, no concept of it even, that I have no momentum and my brain is like clearly no one cares about this so give up, and that sucks, and i’m exhausted and cranky and useless and shitty but by god i am not abandoning my like fifty WIPs that i care deeply about i swear and so anyway i am trying to force the engine to turn over, as hard as I can, i swear other people were excited about this and i can use that to get myself excited about it again, i can do this

so please help me get excited about literally anything, i am in despair.

SNIPPETS of THINGS i am TRYING TO MAKE HAPPEN:

direct prequel to Fit For Pearls:

“Did he ask you to tell me about the meeting?” Ciri asked, eyeing him.

“He did not directly ask,” Voorhis said stiffly, “but he knows I intended to ensure you had the opportunity to attend such meetings. Had he not wanted me to tell you, he would have needed to order me not to.”

“Is that how it works?” Ciri asked.

“It’s how that works,” Voorhis said, very stiff and formal and not much like his normal self. She wondered what he was trying to convey. Was it displeasure, that this was his task? Was it nervousness, that it was in fact not his actual task and he was perhaps taking advantage of some confusion to play politics?

She hated politics.

She’d chosen politics.

“I thank you,” she said wearily.

next bit of the Peace-Tied series, a tender little Iorveth & Yennefer moment with hair-braiding, very self-indulgent:

By the time they finished writing and elaborately illuminating the placard, Yennefer’s hair was caught back in a series of delicate little braids that then twined around one another, and caught her hair up off her neck. She was also inexplicably near tears at the tenderness of all of it.

Iorveth knelt up to finish fastening the ends of her hair behind her ear, after having twined the braids up over her head. His body was a long, warm press along her back, his hands warm and big cradling her head.

She tipped her head back and he held her like that, gentle and reassuring. “How’s that?” he murmured.

She took a shaky breath, and he smoothed a hand down the side of her face, settling down on his knees to put his arms around her from behind, cradling her back against his shoulder. “There,” he said. “Now your hair looks like someone cares for you.”

“Is that what it means,” she murmured.

“It does,” he said, and pressed a kiss against the side of her head, above the hairline. “Thank you for fixing my face. I wasn’t ready to die, not like that.”

“I am glad that I could,” she said.

and finally this weird modern a/u (tw for self-directed ableist language in dialogue) i’ve been working on slowly forever that is so close to cohering and yet doesn’t quite, in which I think you can guess what Joe’s thusfar unknown real name is:

A hand caught him by the arm, two hands, steadying him, and helped him sit up. Joe was even more frightening up close; Roche had noticed the eyepatch from a distance but his face was heavily-scarred on that side, like somebody had gone at the eye with a knife and missed. Or, like something had hit him very hard in the face, taken the eye, then bounced off his cheekbone and twisted down his face.

But his hands were strong and he steadied Roche for a long moment, and despite the frightfully leering aspect his damaged face gave him, his expression was actually neutral. “Is anything broken?”

“I got shot,” Roche gritted out, “twice, a year ago, this is as good as it fucking gets. I just landed badly, just now, and it takes me a minute.”

He saw Joe notice the cane. “Ah,” the man said. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked around. “Dogs knocked you over?”

“The saluki is a fucking menace,” Roche said. He couldn’t sit like this, it was agony on his hip. “They’re all fucking menaces.” He couldn’t get up, he couldn’t stay down, he was shivering with the pain.

“Let’s get you to a chair,” Joe said, calm and businesslike. “Where’s the damage? Hip and shoulder?” Roche managed to gesture, and Joe proceeded to mostly lift him unaided, which hurt like a motherfucker, but once he’d dumped Roche, surprisingly gently-- he was very strong-- into the armchair in the corner it was easier to get his various joints at angles that didn’t hurt. “Do you need anything else,” he said, far too neutral and calm.

“Yeah,” Roche said, savage with agonized frustration, “I need to not be a fucking cripple.”

Joe didn’t answer for a long moment. “While I can relate to that,” he said, “I meant, do you have any medication or anything that would help?”

Gritting his teeth, Roche pointed to the paper bag he’d left on the sideboard, that still had the pill bottle in it. There were still a couple of pills in the old bottle but he wasn’t going to have Joe wander through his house looking for them.

Joe took the bottle out of the bag. “One or two,” he said.

“I can-- one,” Roche said, giving up; Joe was already opening the bottle.

“Can you dry-swallow or do you need water,” Joe said, but he was already moving over to the dish drainer to retrieve a glass.

“Water,” Roche said, resenting it. Joe put the bottle down and filled the glass, bringing over a pill between his thumb and forefinger, and the filled glass in his other hand.

Roche took the pill and the glass, inwardly fuming. He could get the lid off a fucking pill bottle, and he hadn’t asked for this.

“Would an ice pack help or is it past that?” Joe asked, and while his tone was neutral, it grated over Roche’s last nerve.

“You know,” he said, “I didn’t ask for your fucking pity.”

Joe said nothing, just stood regarding him. After a moment, he bent down, looming uncomfortably close. “I know we don’t know one another, Vernon,” he said quietly, “but I want you to look me in the eye for a moment, and then tell me that you think I don’t know what it’s like to have to adjust to a new way of living after a bad injury.” *

Roche’s anger flattened out abruptly, staring into his neighbor’s mangled face. The remaining eye was green, astonishingly green against the medium-brown of the man’s complexion. “Uh,” was all he managed; he didn’t have an answer for that.

“I understand that you’re in pain,” Joe went on quietly, straightening up and smoothing his hand down the front of his battered jacket, “and I can extend you a little grace based on that, but I want you to realize what you’re doing.” He glared down at Roche. “One last time, is there anything else you need, or are you all right on your own from here?”

Face burning, Roche managed to grit out, “I’m all right on my own from here.”

Joe stared at him for a long moment, and then turned and left, closing the door carefully and quietly behind himself.

The canine energy surged through the kitchen again in the wake of his departure, but then Strega came over and put her head in Roche’s lap, and he fondled the silky curls of her ears and said, “Awesome work, guys, we’re doing great!”

*yes this is the Look Deep Into My Eyes Ernie meme, i could not resist

#my writing #a wild snippet post #a desperate bid for motivation

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justmywritingstuff · 5 months

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Speechless Changes~Number 3

Summary:

When you always have done whatever it takes to get your goals, it's very hard to change or surprise people--even harder to leave them speechless.

In other words, the six firsts of Shadybug and Claw Noir's relationship that left someone speechless.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4.1k+

Author's notes: Hello again! Here's the next part, it's a little choppy in places, but it still turned out pretty good I think. I had the week off of work this week and this one kind of just flowed out of me, so I finished this one pretty fast. Look out for the next chapter soon, I already started on it and I'm really excited for it. Remember, line break means a change in POV. Enjoy!

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Number 3: Claw Noir and Marinette (first time in her room)

“The Supreme sends his regards, traitors.” Monkey something—Shady couldn’t remember—says as he shoots at them with his powers.

Shady and Claw both dodge his attack the best that they can.

Shady has to actively remind herself that they actually have to try not to cause damage anymore, but this Monkey guy is an annoying asshole and she’s tempted to turn back into a villain just so she can beat the shit out of him. From the annoyed scowl on Claw’s face, she can tell he’s considering the same thing.

This is the new norm now, fighting against the Supreme meant also fighting against his minions, and Shady hated it. It certainly didn’t help that Betterfly and the rest of the rebellion always seem to be busy with something else when this happens or that Shady and Claw are too proud to ask for help so they didn’t always tell the others. That’s not anyone’s fault, she reminds herself, the rebellion still didn’t trust her and Claw fully and they’re working on the other part. That’s not the point, though, the point is that this Monkey guy has got to go.

Monkey-whatever shoots his powers at Shadybug and she dodges again and again until she ends up stuck in a corner, nowhere else to go. Shady realizes she’s probably trapped and tries to think of something—anything—to get herself out of it. Claw is running as fast as he can but he’s too far away to reach them before she gets hit. This is about to be a mess because it’s Shady’s life, so of course it has to be.

Monkey-whatever grins and instead of shooting his powers at a cornered Shady, whips around and hits a running Claw square in the chest, knocking him backwards onto his back—probably unconscious.

Now Shady is aware that as a ‘good guy’ she’s supposed to fight in a way that doesn’t cause as much pain, she's not always happy about it, but she's aware of it. BUT Shady also isn’t very in touch with her emotions besides one. The only one of her emotions she feels more than anything but tries her hardest to keep in check: her anger. And usually, she has no issues with doing so and can calm herself down when she needs to.

However, whenever it comes to Claw, her brain stops functioning normally.

Seeing Claw on the ground, probably unconscious, at the fault of someone standing right in front of her who did it intentionally…well, she sees red.

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Claw, who wasn’t unconscious but only incredibly dazed, got up to a sight he really couldn’t explain and he immediately tries to step in. He couldn’t tell you how Shady took down the monkey guy. And frankly even though he thinks Shady is incredibly hot when she’s angry—with the way the guy looks like he was hit by a truck, is hanging upside down like a pinata, and is literally begging through tears to let him go and swearing they’ll never see him again as Claw grabs a screaming and yelling Shady—he doesn’t think he wants to know.

He doesn’t ask any questions as they finish dealing with Monkey-something, and Shady doesn’t say anything either—but she’s still seething. They take away the crown on Monkey’s head and he transforms back into his normal self. Shady puts it into her yo-yo, sending it to Betterfly or wherever it goes, then uses her miraculous cure to set everything back to normal. Claw seems to straighten up a bit, the cure making him feel a bit better.

Shady glares at him and grabs his hand. She drags him into an alleyway away from onlookers and takes a few extra turns to make sure they aren’t followed. He knows how Shady gets, so he doesn’t fight her, but he mentally prepares for a screaming match of everything he did wrong in the fight—likely leading to makeout session, their new norm. Once she’s sure that they’re away from prying eyes, she whips around to talk to him, her face barely visible under the light of a streetlamp.

“You dumbass!” She growls. “You fucking idiot! He could have killed you! What if something happened to you, huh?”

Oh. This isn’t their norm, this is…she’s…she’s worried about him?

Claw blinks, surprised.

Shady actually…genuinely cares enough to scream at him for being reckless. He didn’t know what to do with that information. Since his mother he was always screaming for attention—for someone to see him—but everyone only saw the ridiculous model his father would do anything to ignore. Everyone he cares about just ignores him, his pain, his behavior, his anger, everything. Everyone except…her.

The realization of that, makes Claw realize that she’s worried about him because he could have died—which means she isn’t angry at all, she’s upset, and Claw couldn't bear to see her upset.

“I’m fine.” Claw says, trying his best to reassure her and clearly failing at it.

“Oh, you’re fine, you fucking moron?” Shady snarls back. “Listen here, you little shit—” Shady jabs him in the ribs and he groans in pain. He didn’t realize how much his ribs are still hurting, usually the miraculous ladybugs take care of that sort of thing.

She frowns and gently places a hand on his side, checking his injuries, the anger on her face replaced with genuine concern—if they were in different circumstances, Claw would have liked to get a picture to have proof for himself that she’s genuinely concerned for him.

“Are you okay?” Shady asks tentatively.

“I’m fine.” Claw answers again.

Shady glares at him menacingly.

“If you say ‘I’m fine’ one more time,” she threatens, “I’m ripping your ring off and breaking your finger.”

Claw holds up his hands in surrender, groaning in discomfort at the motion, and Shady’s expression softens back to worry.

“Adrien?” She tries again, a gentleness in her voice that only comes out in moments like this.

Claw is weak for this side of her, the side that she hides from the rest of the world.

He sighs and leans his forehead against hers so he can look her in the eyes and she knows he honestly means it. “I’m just sore, Marinette. I’ll be okay, just need to rest a bit.”

“Okay, then let’s get you home, just in case, fleabag.”

Claw grins as he pulls back. “Aww, are you worried about me, cockroach?”

“Shut it, fur face.” Shady says, not an ounce of actual malice in her voice. “Blots off.” She detransforms.

“Daggers in.” Claw waits for the light of his detransformation, but it doesn’t come. “Daggers in.” He tries again, but still nothing.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…I can’t transform back for some reason.”

“What?”

“It must be the monkey guy when he hit me, it must have fucked up my powers.”

“Hold on.”

Marinette grabs Claw’s staff, he’s used to her grabbing his stuff, so he doesn’t question it in the slightest. She quickly calls Betterfly.

“Hello?” He answers.

“What do you know about the monkey guy?” Shady asks, not wasting any time.

“I’ve fought him once before,” Betterfly answers, “he’s very difficult to—oh no! Are you two battling him right now? We’ll send reinforcements right away, don’t wor—”

“Calm down, Mothra, we took care of it. I sent the stupid crown thing through my yo-yo.”

“Oh… uh, alright. Well done.”

“Fur face got hit and can’t change back.”

“Oh! Oh dear! That’s dreadful to hear!”

Claw rolls his eyes, Betterfly is always so concerned and nice about everything. He knows that he’s a ‘good guy’ and that it’s probably just how he is, but it just reminds Claw of the fake smile his father always seems to wear—the one that he wears like what happened to his mother never happened. He tries not to focus on that, it’s not Betterfly’s fault that he reminds Claw of his father sometimes.

“Well,” Betterfly continues, “as long as he’s not badly injured, it should wear off within an hour or so. He’ll transform back soon, no need to worry.”

“Great.” Shady hangs up and turns back to Claw. “Okay, so there, you’ll transform back soon.”

Claw nods awkwardly, relieved he won’t be stuck forever.

Marinette scrutinizes him like she’s thinking hard about something, Claw thinks he can almost hear the gears turning in her head. Her thinking face is so cute.

“…Your father has no idea you’re Claw Noir, does he?” Marinette says after a moment.

Claws eyes widen, completely taken aback at the abruptness of the question.

“What?” He says.

“Does your father know you’re Claw Noir?” Marinette answers, more pointedly this time.

Claw hesitates, not sure why she’s asking this all of a sudden. He’s mentioned his father a few times and they had sort of talked about his issues with his father…but she usually didn’t bring him up like this.

“…No.” He answers slowly.

“You need to rest.” Marinette says, though she says it more like an observation than anything else. “You can’t go home.”

“Wait, why the hell not?”

“Because you can’t turn back and being Claw for an hour or so? All the security cameras are bound to notice.”

Claw feels like an idiot, all his time as Claw Noir and he’s never once thought about the security cameras around his house. The fact that his father hadn’t already found out he’s Claw Noir is a miracle…or rather, proof that he really did ignore everything about his son. Claw tries to push that thought out of his mind for the moment, he could come back to it next time there was something for him to punch.

“…Oh.” Claw says, hoping Shady didn’t notice that he’s never realized the security cameras before. “Right.”

Marinette bites her lip in thought. “…Do you have anywhere else you can go?”

He didn’t have anyone; he didn’t even have people to talk to besides Marinette. He had tried to make some friends, maybe get to know Nino, but you know…he used to be evil, so that obviously hasn’t worked out yet. He didn’t have anyone he could count on besides her. He has a weird cousin in London that he could call if he needed to hide a body or something, but that probably isn’t helpful.

“…No.” Claw says, hoping it doesn’t sound as sad as the situation actually kind of is.

Marinette nods and swallows hard like she’s preparing for something. “…You can come to my place.”

Claw shakes his head, even more taken aback. Shady never let him go to her place, never talked about her home, and always changed the subject or got angry whenever it’s brought up. He understood that and always tried a little harder not to bring it up, he respected that for some reason it’s a touchy subject for her and he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. The fact that she would bring it up, is strange as hell.

“Wait, really?” Claw asks, thinking maybe he misheard her.

“Yeah,” she answers carefully, “just for a little while.”

“What about your uh your parents? Won’t they notice?”

Shady hesitates, suddenly avoiding Claw’s eyes. “…They’re away at my uncle’s for awhile.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“…Okay.”

Claw pulls her into his arms and she holds onto his neck as he holds her tightly. He extends his staff to launch them into the air, sending them through the clouds and into the night sky. He pauses as he starts to see some of the stars lighting up Marinette’s face, smiling at the only person that could ever understand the rush he feels in that moment.

She looks at the stars for a moment, the joy on her face matching his, then down at where Claw is ever so carefully holding his staff. She snaps her eyes back up to Claw realizing what he was about to do.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Marinette playfully threatens.

Claw grins mischievously and winks at her. He pulls on his staff and lets gravity take them, falling straight towards Marinette’s place as the wind whips in their faces. Despite the force of their fall, he lands on Marinette’s balcony perfectly gently.

She rolls her eyes and kisses his cheek. She likes to pretend she hates it when he does crazy things like that—but he knows she loves it just as much as he does, if not more.

He places Marinette on the ground and puts away his staff. He follows Marinette through the trap door by her bed, grunting slightly at the effort of everything as he’s reminded of his sore ribs.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marinette asks, watching him warily.

Claw stretches and starts to look around the room, taking a few steps from the bed and inspecting everything out of curiosity. He had always wondered what his baker girl’s room looked like. He always pictured it was full of posters and flower details like the ones on her jacket she made, maybe fabric or drawings or creative projects in progress everywhere. He always pictured her room to be covered in all her creative interests, probably a bit cluttered and messy, but he always pictured her room would just look like it was hers. Looking at her room now, where everything is perfectly clean and put together, everything seems so…bare.

“I’m fine,” He says. “Just tired.”

“You need to tell me if something’s wrong, fleabag.” She counters. “I can’t do anything if you don’t.”

Claw looks around the room, for someone so full of life and intensity, her room…her home…it all seems so empty. No color, no mess, no decorations, barely any furniture, and not a personal thing in sight. It just seems so…not her.

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As Claw grunts in discomfort, Marinette is reminded of the fact that things today could have gone very bad very quickly if just one thing had been different.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks carefully.

Today she was faced with the very real possibility of something happening to the only person that made the world suck a little less, and that worried her more than anything else they had dealt with.

Claw starts looking around Marinette’s room and takes a few steps from Marinette’s bed, taking much longer than she would like for him to answer.

“I’m fine,” Claw says. “Just tired.”

He doesn’t seem fine, Marinette notes.

“You need to tell me if something’s wrong, fleabag.” Marinette says, worriedly watching Claw move his eyes around her room. “I can’t do anything if you don’t.”

Claw sighs sadly, his eyes going over her walls like he’s seeing an alien planet for the first time.

“You know the same applies to you, right?” Claw says.

Marinette’s heartbeat picks up. Did he think she’s upset with him? Is that what's wrong?

“What?” She says.

“If there’s ever something wrong…” He hesitates as his eyes dart around the room. “You can talk to me.”

Claw meets Marinette’s eyes and she catches his hidden meaning. He thought something was wrong because her room is so empty, which she couldn’t blame him, she hates her room…she hates everything about this place.

Marinette turns her gaze towards her desk, unable to meet his eyes. She considers telling him the truth, she wants to tell him the truth, but she knows that she can’t. There are things she could never tell him…things she couldn’t even really tell herself.

Claw hums regrettably behind her. “I’m sorry, I-I should go.”

Marinette turns toward him quickly, surprising him and making him stumble. He starts to fall and she tries to grab him but ends up tumbling with him. Claw protectively grabs onto her as they fall onto her bed, him landing on top of her.

They blink and both start laughing. Marinette stops laughing to look at him, really look at him.

The way his eyes shine when he laughs, the carefulness that he holds her with, everything about a mere moment that made it something she will always remember. She feels so encompassed by it all that something like this…something so…good could be hers. She’s terrified that she could trust Claw this much, with this much vulnerability. Their relationship had started as a convenient alliance and turned into one of hatred and then one of…whatever they had become that night on the roof.

This is the most vulnerable Marinette has ever been around anyone. Right there on this day and that moment, Claw has all the parts of her she tries to keep hidden on display for him. Her anger, her violence, her fear, her weakness, everything she couldn’t let anyone see. He’s here in her room with the truest part of her, the part of her that’s quiet and unsure and just wants someone to stay with her…to not leave.

This is new, everything before this moment was violence, tension, or convenience. Even their ‘more’ situation was always just kisses to shut the other up, giving in to the tension, or simply…to kiss. But it had never gone past that. Marinette didn’t even know it could go past that…that Claw might want something past that with her of all people. The two of them used to hate each other with every fiber of their beings, even if things had shifted, how could he ever see past all of the hate she gave him?

Marinette is different when it came to that, she always knew there was a thin line between hate and desire. In fact, her hate was so strong because it originally stemmed from want. But, Claw had hated her from the moment he first saw her, and that made her bury any wants with hate so she could convince herself that it wasn’t there. And, it worked, she was convinced that her strong feelings toward Claw had been nothing more than hate until that night on the rooftop when everything clicked into place.

The truth is, as she sits there looking at him laugh, there’s a million things she wants to tell him. She wants him to stay with her, she wants a life, a friendship, whatever it is that was taken from them because of their own hate. She wants him to know that she has never hated him and never would, though she certainly tried. How could she tell him that she was always his and he just didn’t know it? That the last thing she wants is for him to leave her, now or ever?

If you’re Marinette, then you don’t. At least not with words.

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Claw laughs at the situation, leave it to him to accidentally tackle a girl when he’s trying to be serious. It’s the first time he’s laughed so genuinely in awhile, it feels…good.

In the midst of his laughing, Marinette stops laughing and looks at him. Something different in her eyes, something he’s never seen there before. He blinks and sends her a questioning glance as his laughter stops.

Marinette gingerly leans forward and presses a tender kiss to his lips.

Claw freezes immediately as his eyes look into hers.

This is new, different, uncharted territory for him. Even when they kissed after the first time they said each other’s real name, it hadn’t been like this. They had kissed many times before but truthfully, it had always been somewhat…violent and intense. This isn’t what they did, this isn’t the dance they both know so well of angry kisses and violence. This is being intimate, honest, vulnerable. Things that neither of them knows how to do or be. The way she kissed him and is looking at him…there’s something he’s never seen before, something that makes his heart beat faster than it ever has and shakes him to his core.

Marinette takes in a slow breath, her eyes never leaving his.

“Do you have to go?” She asks.

Claw’s breath hitches in his throat.

This is something he thought would be impossible, the fact that this girl, THE girl, lying under him would want anything from him. She’s the only one who has seen every bit of him and never turns away, she sees the anger, the grief, the fear, all the things that his father seems to hate or hide from; she sees him as he truly is, as an absolute disaster, as Claw Noir, as her unyielding partner. She’s seen all of that, knows every grimy detail of the terrible things he’s done, but the way she’s looking at him in this moment is nothing but tender and wistful—like he is someone worth caring about. That kiss and those words were filled with hidden meanings and thoughts he never would have thought could be shared between him and his baker girl…his partner.

It isn’t the first time they kissed, far from it, but it had never been like this. It had never been gentle or sweet, that isn’t really who they are, but despite them being ‘more’ it had never been more than that. Sure, it was gentler when it was the first time they called each other’s name, but it wasn’t sweet or innocent—it simply was. Before this, he wasn’t even sure if they were capable of such a thing—not with how much they once hated each other. The two of them used to hate each other with every fiber of their beings, even if things had shifted, how could she ever see past all of the hate he had pointed at her?

‘Hate’ felt like such a wrong word now, knowing that she had been the girl he had been dreaming of this whole time. He didn’t hate her back then, he could never really hate her, he had just been blind to what was in front of him and too afraid to let her in. Despite all that, there she lays underneath him with eyes telling him things she can’t say, with a question that makes his heart race.

His whole life, everyone had always asked him to leave, no one really wanted him to stay long. They always wanted something from him and once they got it, they were more than happy to see him leave. All he has ever wanted is someone to ask him not to leave…to stay. And here is his baker girl, the one who captured his heart from the beginning, laying here hoping to convince him to stay.

There’s so much he wants to tell her in this moment, so much he wants her to know. That he would always come back to her, that he has never hated her—not really. That all she ever has to do is look at him the way she’s looking at him right now or kiss him the way she just did, and he would do anything she asks. He wants to tell her that his heart has always been hers, that he just didn’t know it. How could he tell her that he was always hers even if she didn’t know it?

If you’re Claw Noir, then you don’t. At least not with words.

“I should go.” Claw whispers back, terrified that he’s going to mess up whatever this is somehow.

Marinette nods in understanding as he pulls away, avoiding her eyes. He reaches towards the skylight above her bed and opens it to leave, unable to look at her.

She grabs his arm, and it takes everything in him not to look at her face, he doesn’t know what he would do if he saw relief on her face that he’s leaving and he isn’t willing to take the chance that he’s misunderstood this…whatever this is almost going to be.

“Claw?” Marinette says from beside him.

Marinette’s hands find their way to his shoulders, and he can’t help himself as her soft hands make their way to his face. He looks into those beautifully captivating eyes of hers and he sees all the things she won’t say out loud, all the things that shake him to the fiber of his being. One look into those eyes and he knows right away he is about to be putty in her hands.

“I don’t want you to go.” Marinette whispers. He swears he could almost hear both of them saying the things they never would because, how could they when they could hardly be good? Everyone always leaves me.

“And I don’t want to go.” Claw whispers back. I never will.

“Then stay.” Promise me.

“Okay.” I’m yours, I’m not going anywhere.

They don’t say another word for the rest of the night, he’s never slept in a bed that felt so warm.

#miraculous ladybug #shadybug #claw noir #speechless changes #fanfic

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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I'm literally coming up with so many ideas that my head keeps flashing me with new images of best friend Ari x reader

This is one of them:

I CAN'T get over the scene where reader slaps on the table to gain twittle brother's attention🤣🤣 (btw they actually give me a little Weasley twin vibe bc of their bickering) so my brain offered me a clip where reader is being furious, possibly towards a handful of people, Ari included. When reader is holding a stern face and says something like: "this is unbearable!" Ari wants to soothe her temper, trying to soft-talk reader. He only finishes the first part of his sentence, when reader shoots him a death-glare: "Uh-uh. Don't even try. You are part of this too MISTER."

and Ari gives the rest of them an expression that reads "sorry, tried my best, you're on your own"

I love this. All of this. P.S. the kitten has claws in this one. Reader lashes out. She is feisty. Warnings for language, arguing, and implied intention of violence, mostly for humor. (Headcanon format because I'm lazy.)

Temper

You show up at the house after a long day to find Ari working on painting the 'dining room' (you're not sure if you'll get a whole dining set for in there yet).

He's got headphones on, so you don't bother him. He hasn't noticed you're home.

Then you hear a bang from behind you, from the other end of the house, down the hall with the bedrooms.

Voices--familiarly childish voices--argue with each other.

"Your fault." "No! This is your fucking fault."

What are Dimitri and José doing in your house? What...What have they done to the WALL?

You can peer right through a four-inch hole between the spare bedroom and the hall. A sledgehammer tilts against the hall side presumably because it fell all the way through the hole.

You see Dimitri's wide eyes beyond the crumpled edge of drywall, and he panics.

You had to pass the doorway in order to see the damage, so both men-children get ahead of you racing through the house, shrieking for Ari to save them and you to calm down.

José tries to hide on the other side of Ari but startles your boyfriend so badly that the brush smears paint all the way across José's cheek and into his open mouth.

"The hell is going--"

"These two idiots put a sledgehammer through my wall," you scream, advancing on Dimitri while he too maneuvers to put Ari between you.

Ari swings with the paintbrush again, this time smacking Dimitri in the gut so that his shirt is ruined. "You did what? Honey, I'm sorry. I'll fix--"

"OH NO, MISTER, you brought them into this house--"

"It just happened, honest."

"We were just fooling around."

"Why would you fool around in my house?" Ari booms.

"Shut it, Levinson. This isn't your house yet, and I have half a mind to make you sleep outside. You should have been watching them!"

"We're not kids," Dimitri whines, shifting to the other side of Ari because it's closer to the exit.

You can't even find the words. You barely have oxygen from how hard your whole body clenches in rage.

Ari turns to the boys and just says, "run."

Ari jumps to try and stop you from grabbing one of your friends as they bound out. You get ahold of José's shirt sleeve and yank him back toward you, latching your arms around his neck, attempting to climb onto his back and take him down. Dimitri trips over Ari's toolbox and faceplants into the partial dividing wall to the living room.

Everyone goes silent as Dimitri removes his bracing hand from another hole and then he looks at the dent his skull made right beside it.

"Shit," he whispers softly before the room erupts in shouts again.

"You mother fucker," you howl, shoving yourself off of José, but then Ari has you by the waist. All you can do is flail at Dimitri as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum scurry away.

"I gotcha, kid," Ari keeps repeating as you hurl obscenities at their retreating car. "I'm gonna handle it. I swear. Take a breath, woman."

A full week later, you sit at your usual table at the bar across from two tentative (and scared shitless) men.

"You two are doing all of the yard work at my place this whole summer."

After a quick glance between each other, they nod.

"And you--" you turn to Ari who stops mid-swig of his drink "--are building me a She-Shed. One off-limits to all dudes."

[Main Masterlist]

Anybody have a name idea for this series? I got nothing so far. Just having a blast writing it.

#ari levinson fanfiction #ari levison x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson imagine #BFF!ari #the beginning of the amazing Dim-Jo #ro answers #fluff and humor #shoot i don't have a name for this series

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kissland69 · 2 years

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the quite beauty p.1

robin buckley x f!reader :)

the moment robin buckley saw the new girl she knew she was in deep shit. not being able to look at the new girl without blushing or shyly playing with the rings on her long soft fingers while day dreaming about the girl. she was the prettiest sight , robin wasn’t even able to hear her name without her brain turning into mush.

y/n l/n was the new pretty girl that recently moved to hawkins a month ago but there was one flaw about the girl, everytime someone would speak to her she wouldn’t respond back, many faces tried speaking to y/n but she would only look at them for a moment then walk away. robin decided she wouldn’t testing her luck and talk to the girl but she did tell steve about it on their shift… “so you’re telling me there’s a new hot chick in hawkins but she doesn’t speak?” said steve while organizing the horror section “yeah and get this, people call her “the quite beauty” i think it fits her but it’s a bummer that she doesn’t speak to anyone, and it’s even worse that i developed a crush on her…” robin said while organizing the sci-fi section “do you have any classes with this chick?” asked steve “i have only three classes with her” said robin “well why don’t you tell her you need someone to study with and see how she reacts” said steve while shrugging “you idiot, didn’t you hear what i said, she doesn’t speak to anyone” said an irritated robin “yeah i got that” steve said with rolling eyes “but just try and see how it goes, it wouldn’t hurt to just test the waters, plus asking her to study with you isn’t a bad idea, you need help with your grades” said steve “says the one who didn’t even go to college but it is going to hurt to “test the waters” , her looking at me with the same annoyed expression she does to everyone and then walking away from me, leaving my heart in my hands like a loser” replied robin “well guess who’s gonna be right by your side to patch up that damaged heart? me, so just try okay?” said steve, placing a soft hand on her left shoulder with a smile “okay i’ll try harrington but i swear if this goes to shit i’m going to rot away in my room and never come back to society” said robin, lightly pushing steve “yeah yeah” said steve while ruffling the freckled girl’s hair

days passed after robin and steve had that conversation “just try, okay?” replayed in her head “i shouldn’t take advice from steve, he literally struggles with girls everyday” robin said to herself “just go up to her and say you need help on your essay…” thought robin while shifting her long legs towards y/n’s desk “h-hey y/n, uhh i just wanted to ask if you can help me with my essay? i’m kinda stuck on body paragraph 2…BUT you don’t have to help if you don’t want to, i mean it isn’t important and i know you have other important things to do” robin rambled on with a pink tint on her cheeks “sure robin, i’ll help you with your essay” said y/n with a soft smile “OH SHIT! HOLY FUCK SHE SPOKE!” yelled robin internally “REALLY? thank you so much y/n!” spoke robin while nervously holding the slightly wrinkled paper “no need to thank me, you can sit next to me so i can read what you have and we’ll work on the rest together” y/n said while patting the chair next to her “y-yeah that’ll be great!” said an enthusiastic robin “I CANT WAIT TO TELL STEVE ABOUT THIS!” said robin in her head with the goofiest smile painted on her rosy lips.

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so this is literally my first time writing shit like this and i’m definitely making a part 2 because why not :) but if i made any mistakes or errors please ignore them👁👁.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #stranger things #robin buckley x you #steve harrington x reader platonic

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iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant · 5 months

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little collection of my brain tangles, relating to my OCs that I previously abandoned… part 1

Yooo I actually wrote something! Bare with me because I’m not a good writer and I’m a visual thinker. So when I think of these stories, they’re in WEB/TOON form in my brain. Then I have to translate all that into words. It’s a painful process for me. But I actually wrote and it feels good

I’m sorry if the story makes literally no sense. It’s hard for me to get the world I built down.

TW: swearing, male arousal, sneeze, slight mess, gay. It’s not letting me add a cut again I’m sorryyyyy. ——————————————————————— the whole crew (Vex, Mackie, Knox, Asher) all being going out to eat. They get seated, order there food and drinks, and just bask in the coziness of the little diner they’re in. Mackie, being unable to sit still to save his life, begins the fidget with the condiments on the table. “the hell are you doing?” Vex asks him incredulously, cocking an eyebrow at him. “deciding what condiments I’m gonna use when I eat your knee caps.” Replies the gremlin with a happy smile. Vex just scoffs and looks at the other two people at the table. Knox is looking over at Asher’s phone as Asher mindlessly scrolls. Vex doesn’t particularly like talking, but he wishes someone would say something. Or something would at least happen. He shouldn’t have wished that.

Mackie, in his fidgeting, knocks over the pepper shaker. No damage seems to be done. Nothing spilt, so Mackie just picks it up, puts it back with the salt, then continues fidgeting with a ketchup bottle. a few minutes pass until they notice that the pepper shaker did have some effect. “*hih*” the tiniest, breathy-ist hitch comes from Knox. It flys right over Mackie’s head. But Vex and Asher are both hyper aware of it immediately. “you good there, big man?” Asher asks tentatively, wondering if he’s in for a show. He can’t help the smirk that pulls it’s way across his face.

“yeah. Nose itches a bit.” Knox mutters, not paying much mind to the question. But those words fill Vex full of dread. And Asher full of anticipation.

“oh? Why’s that? What’s bothering your nose?” Asher presses, smirking. “I don’t fucking know. That pepper shaker dust whatever. When Mackie knocked it over. Sent little bits all up in the air. It just makes my sinuses buzz.” Knox says with a shrug. Vex wanted to curl up and die. All this nose talk had his mind going places he wished it wouldn’t go. Especially over Knox! He hated Knox. But fuck. That kinda talk was doing something to him.

“just blow your fucking nose, dip shit” Vex hisses. “stop being an asshole. I don’t need to blow my nose. You can shut the fuck up if your getting mad at me for just existing.” Knox growls.

Vex just rolls his eyes and turns his head to his left, facing Mackie. Vex hoped that would be the last of it. A new conversation would pick up, he’d calm down and soon eat food then go back home where he could sulk. But of course that wish didn’t come true. Soon vex could hear the faint squelching sound of someone, Knox, rubbing his nose. Curiosity killed the cat and Vex looked up at Knox, only to find him rubbing circular motion into his irritated red nose. Vex was all too aware of Knox suddenly. He forces his eyes back to Mackie. He forces his eyes to stay on Mackie even when he hears another hitch come from Knox.

“hehh… hii.. fuck me” Knox groans under his breath.

“My dick would like to” Vex thinks to himself, very much annoyed at Knox and his sensitive nose. I mean, who even sneezes because some peppery air exists. And why must it drag out so long? If it was a one and done sneeze then Vex could manage himself. But no. He just doesn’t have that luxury.

“Daddy chill~” Asher says in response to Knox’s murmuring. Asher smiles cheekily at Knox who just rolls his eyes. “shut up. Both y’all” Vex says through gritted teeth. “both of us?? What the hell did I doooo heh! Hiiihhhh mmmm, fuck. Heh.. heeh. Ah!…nhg.. shit, fucking lost it..” moans and groans Knox.

Vex wants to not exist. Even more he wishes Knox didn’t exist. He could feel the urge for his hand to go to his crotch. But he refused to palm himself here and now, especially to Knox.

“Aww, what’s your nose doing? Can’t handle the mildest spices” Mackie teases.

Knox huffs and goes back to rubbing his nose. “I guess. This stupid tickle just won’t leave.” Knox moans. With a thick sniffle that makes Vex want to decapitate himself even more, Knox sniffs back up the mucus building in his sinuses that’s trying desperately to roll down his upper lip.

“just go to the fucking bathroom and blow your nose and get your shit together” Vex growls.

“yeah? I ought to drag you with me and beat your ass while I’m at it.” Knox says back with a scowl. “…” Knox’s words put a whole plethora of ideas in his head, non of which he wants to do with Knox. “no.” Vex says finally. An awkward silence falls amongst the group. But it’s quickly filled with Knox’s hitches.

“heh hiiii… hehehe! Hehh. Ahh.. ahhh.. he-hehhhh…. Ngh… heeehhh. Hiiihhhh. Mmmm~ fuck… ehhh… hih-hih-hhheehh.” Knox hitches, sounding an awful lot like something else. Vex can’t help but rest his hand on his pent up member. The weight of his hand mixed with the noises Knox is making, Vex uses all the self control he has no to buck his hips. “heshhhuu!” Knox sneezes finally, not covering his mouth despite all the warnings the sneeze gave him. Droplets off spray land on the table. None reach Vex, but they still drive him mad. A tendril of snot clings to Knox’s upper lip. Knox wipes it away as Mackie whines about getting sneezed on. Apparently some of the spray had gotten on him. “I’m gobing to thd bathroomb.” Knox says, punctuating his sentence with a thick sniffle. “oki, bless you Chico~” Asher says as he gets out of the booth so Knox can get out. Vex is just glad it’s over with. At least he is until he hears Knox sneeze again from a distance and the problem on his hands gets bigger. Or more like the problem between his legs.

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