#bites his arm and alligator death rolls him

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LNDS: Cursed Spice | 18+ NSFW

Aight homies, I almost ran over like four old ladies speeding home on my lunch break to write this. It's cursed. BUt only a little...I don't think it's that bad. This was born from being challenged not directly by @anxiousgoddest so if any of y'all read this at work or in a public place, that's on you and your bad decision making.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Pegging mentioned, Zayne's Sanity™, Sounding mentioned, Biting, Alligator Death Rolls in bed, Xavier is too old for your shit, Simba, Rafayel wants to both laugh and cry, why are you like this situations, Oh SEX that happens a little in this, it's NSFW what did you expect?

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Xavier

Xavier was on top...again. One hand trapping both your wrists above your head while he ground his clothed cock against your heat. The only thing separating you two were his thin boxers and your skimpy underwear that you wore for the express purpose of him ripping them off you.

However, you wanted to be on top, and he knew it. You were pouting as you looked up at him and you could see the amused glimmer in his eyes as he continued teasing you.

"Something wrong?" He chuckled, his boyish laugh filling the room and you groaned as he managed to angle his hips just right. The bastard knew he was being unfair. He had been on top every single time this week. You just wanted to ride him, tease him a bit, maybe do a little edging for flavor. He decided otherwise as he continued taking control of your session.

"Lemme top for once, please?" You asked, batting your eyelashes at him, hoping that was all it would take for him to give in.

"If I'm not mistaken, last time you were on top you got tired halfway through and made me take over so you could lay down." He reminded you and you huffed.

"It was one time..." You tried arguing but he rose an eyebrow, "Okay it was a few times, but it's not my fault you have a surprising amount of stamina, okay?"

"Then perhaps we should work on your stamina next?" Xavier said it so nonchalantly and you bit back a remark as his hands snuck to your sides, snapping the elastic of your underwear, "We should start immediately."

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, but you had another idea. You went in, biting down on his neck a bit harsher than you normally would. Xavier let out a gasp as his grip on your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to wrap your limbs around him, your arms and legs locked into place around his neck and torso.

Then you rolled, mouth still clamped on his neck. Xavier let out a groan as he found himself on his back and you sat up triumphantly, looking at the angry bite mark you left on him. You ground your hips down on him and snickered.

"What was that for?" Xavier asked, his hand going to his neck to make sure he wasn't bleeding.

"Classic Alligator Fuckhouse. Gotta keep up, old man." You said, knowing that 99% of people probably wouldn't know what the hell that was.

"A what...that's a thing?"

"It is indeed, and I just did it...successfully might I add."

Xavier sighed before remembered what you said, "You called me an old man."

"You kinda are one, Xav."

"What does it mean if you like this old man?" Oh he was pouting now, how adorable. You just wanted to squish his cheeks...or fuck the shit out of him...perhaps both.

"It means I'm into Gilfs."

Xavier paused, thinking over what you said before sighing, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Love me and fuck me, babe."

Zayne

At this point Zayne was well aware that you had an obsession over his ass. It was unavoidable when you were always making a grab for it. He just never thought you would have...plans like these.

"Please Zayne, I am begging you. Just one time, and if you don't like it we never have to talk about it again." You were pleading, and normally it always worked on him. He had a soft spot for you, after all, and was almost a push over when you requested something. This, however, seemed to be something he wasn't prepared to do...at least not at first.

"I understand you like to be adventurous...but this?" Zayne said as he sat on the couch. His shirt was already tossed to the side and his pants unbuttoned. You had worked hard to get him in the mood before you popped this question. Your hand going teasingly over the bulge in his pants.

"I already have the stuff for it, if you'd let me..." You cooed, trying your hardest to make this seem like it was a good idea on his end. Zayne sighed as he leaned his head back onto the couch.

"Of course you've already bought the necessary items..." You don't know why Zayne seemed to surprised by this with your current track record.

"Lemme just grab them to show you. It won't be that bad, I swear." You said, getting up and running to your room and grabbing a bag filled with everything you'd need. Most items had to be ordered online, so you had literally been planning this for a while. You scurried back to the living room and took out the items.

Zayne paused as he took it all in before he finally spoke, "Why does it look like that?" He said as he pointed at the dildo that was very much not human.

"Oh, I got it off bad dragon. I think this one was called-" You got cut off before you could finish the sentence.

"You bought a large dragon shaped dildo...for me?" Zayne was already feeling the grays peaking through the dark locks of hair on his head.

"I actually measured and it's the same size as you, doctor. If I can handle taking your dick, you can handle taking mine." You said, placing the dildo next to the harness, "Now can I please peg you, I just wanna see that ass jiggle with every thrust. It'll be so hot." You whined.

"That is not going inside me." Zayne finally said.

"But consider if it did." He didn't seem like he wanted to consider the possibility.

You paused before looking back at more of your supplies, "Fine...then how about sounding?"

Zayne looked on in horror before zipping his pants up and standing up. You let out a small wail as you realized he was actually going to just leave you.

"No Zaaaaaayne, don't leave me! At least lemme suck your dick I've been so good."

"My love, I think we need to sign you up for a therapy session before we have sex again."

"I am mentally sound now lemme peg that ass!"

Rafayel

Your entire body was shaking from exertion as you came again, clamping down on Rafayel's bottom cock. You could hear the man underneath you groaning as well, clearly close to his own release. The waves lapped at your skin as you looked down, the soft glow of the moonlight illuminating his flushed face perfectly.

He was always a sight to behold, but especially like this. Completely open with you in his Lemurian form was something you two were still exploring together. Every time you found yourself tangled with him like this you swore you were the luckiest human being to ever grace this realm.

Your hand wrapped around his top cock, jerking the slick appendage against your stomach as you helped him. His clawed hands dug into your thighs as he bucked up into you, groaning as he came both inside of you and all over your stomach.

When he finally settled down you both just basked in the afterglow. The sea breeze helping to cool you off as you stared down at him.

"Normally I'd ask for another round, but I don't think I can feel my legs." You admitted with a small laugh. You could see Rafayel's grin as he sat up with you. The scales of his tail were soft under your ass as he pulled you a bit closer to him.

"Can't relate." He said and you chuckled before getting an idea. You looked down at your stomach and how his cum managed to glow a dim blue. It had fascinated you the first time you had seen it, and you recall how embarrassed he was when you asked if it was safe to eat. Now you had other plans.

"Ah, I can get us a bit cleaned up before we head back inside." Rafayel was already pushing you two back into the ocean, slowly taking his length out of you. Before your stomach could be submerged, you took your thumb and swiped at some of his release.

Rafayel gave you a curious look before he saw the wide smile spreading across your lips. Before he could question you, you swiped your thumb over his forehead.

"Simba." You said.

Rafayel was at a loss for words as he just stared at you. He was used to you being eccentric, but this was...something else. You were pretty damn proud of yourself as you looked at his glowing forehead. He took in a small breath before speaking.

"Might I ask what you're doing?" He said, his voice a little clipped. He didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

"NAAAAAAAAAANTS ingonyama bagithi baba!" You shouted as you began singing. Rafayel's hand went over to cover your mouth from continuing your song.

"You little nightmare." He said, hearing your laughter from under his hand. He then got an idea and smirked. He stared at you for a moment and you wondered what he had planned. Until suddenly he fell backwards with you in his arms, submerging you both into the ocean water.

It was worth it.

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[sxturdaysun]

SPEAKING OF DAMIEN. hannah has the monprom server soundboard, so now every time we call, i am constantly at risk of hearing "FUCKIN' METAL." being yelled directly into my ears. actual nightmare hell world.

#IT'S SO JARRING I HATE IT #he is So Loud. shut up forever. #bites his arm and alligator death rolls him #♡ — text #💕 firestarter

[tacky-jack-with-a-hat]

@ztarburztsystem sorry just found your post again and here's some flocali

I'm going to organise it into the good, the bad and the confusing

Good

•Florida doesn't like Cali's cooking as it's healthy to the point it's bland and unfilling. But Florida will eat it anyway. However, as Cali got more stressed he began making food for him. Everyday for a month Cali woke up to the smell of waffles and pancakes and glazed fruit. He was genuinely impressed the house didn't burn down but found the meal too rich after a while. Then one day they decided to cook together and accidently invented a new food that was the perfect balance.

•They love watersports (like actual sports on water not piss I had to learn that the hard way) and go to the beach every week for date night. They get competitive and it only goes too far once when Florida did the alligator move of death rolling in the water. California was only mildly annoyed with Florida getting too rough in the water.

The bad

• Florida gets homesick a lot but can't always go home. California tried making things seem like home with Disneyland and Halloween horror nights, but they only make Florida miss his home more. When Florida gets really upset Cali will just cuddle him.

•Because Cali uses his exes Hulu, Florida can see what his ex likes. It's not the only thing Cali's ex left behind. Sometimes Florida will find a picture of the two- other times he will find "blood" on the ex's shirt or find a box of his ex's things (including photo albums and a dvd of human centipede with bonus features). Florida also found a hole in the wall from what he assumed was from Cali's ex being aggressive and he confronted Cali on his findings.

The reality was very different. California and his ex got along well and were still friends. In fact Cali's ex offered to continue paying for hulu, his old shirts were "bloody" bc it's a Halloween costume and the only reason why Cali still keeps his stuff is because his ex doesn't have enough room in his own apartment. But the human centipede? Oh California just hid that after his ex wanted to make out to a horror movie and didn't read the warnings.

Florida felt a bit insecure on how close Cali was to his ex, but eventually he accepted they didn't have anything else going on.

Confusing

•Florida is shark bite capital and part gator, and when he was teething he didn't know what to bite. California was right in front of him, reading a book. He went straight for his arm. They then proceeded to stare at each other for at least 15min before Florida grabbed the book and went absolutely feral.

•Sometimes, when Cali comes home he hears Florida playing bad bunny and leaves.

•Both of them are Tumblr shippers. But Florida is a multishipper and Cali is a reader/character and an otp shipper. They have fandom discourse.

Florida: self inserts are just annoying-

Cali: oh, like we're not a stand-in for Ben! Also your ships are toxic!!

Florida: How???

Cali: enemies to lovers is always toxic!!!

Florida: BUT THAT'S OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP!!!!

#wttt #welcome to the table

[bluefrogbubbles]

"How are your school holidays going?"

Oh well, you know. Its alright I suppose. Except my 8 year old brother fucking bit me!

It's not a very good photo but like, you can tell where the bruise is. Yes, you can kind of see the small bit of skin that came off as well. Thankfully it was through clothes (The thing I've got on in the photo) and not bare skin. If it had been, I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to take a chunk out. The reason he bit me?

He wanted Mac and cheese. He said he was gonna make it himself, I said no, he will make a mess, I got up to make it for him, went to take the box from him to make it, so he bit me.

Bitch was ready to death roll me like a crocodile or, alligator, whatever one does that idk. I dug my nails into his arm, he wouldn't let go, I hit his arm and he finally let go. He was left with no bruises. Red arm for a little obviously, but like come on. I thought he was over his biting stage! You know how hard teething babies bite? Like that. But with fucking teeth.

#personal #wtf if wrong with my brother #that shit hurt

[cognitozclownz]

Okay so this thought hit me like a truck in my work break room, since Glenn has dolphin teeth and shit, like. Do you think he bites when he’s fuckin? Cause I have a thing for biting, and a new thing for Glenn and I’m curious now, like if he was with someone and they are into biting would he chomp them????

OH BUDDYYYYYY <3333

NSFT BELOW

GRKKRKGR <33 GOD I LOVE THE IDEA OF THIS MAN BITING DURING SEX YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAA.

like <33 he is BIG. He towers over most ppl - his maw is massive. he has a clear thing for power, violence and control. Of course he likes biting during sex.

To be fair, he rarely breaks skin - his teeth are extremely dull n rounded. It's,, moreso some very spread-out bruising??

he could, very easily - if he wantd he could probably clean-snap bone. he doesn't <3 because he knows his own strength and how to use it properly. <3 you're never in real danger around him, darlin'!

THE MAIN AREAS ARE NECK N SHOULDERS. Like just,, latching onto the point btwn em and digging his teeth in while he fucks you into next year?? <3

he much prefers,, Digging In and staying put rather than a bunch of small bites. <333 like another thing to pin you down? <333

IF YOU WANT HIM TO,, REALLY TAKE CONTROL?? He has no problem genuinely just,, closing his mouth around a section of your neck. He has fantastic control over his mouth <3

<333 his teeth just barely digging into your throat, tensing every once and a while when you start squirming?? <333

FUN THING ABOUT DOLPHINS - THEY'RE EXTREMELY SENSITIVE TO VIBRATIONS. Those little moans you make?? When his jaw is latched onto you, it feels like they're reverberating right through his bones <3333

OH EVEN LIKE,, ORAL?? if you're getting particularly fidgety he might pull back and Latch onto your thigh <3 feel the blood pulse under the skin, etc. <333333 he adores the way you tense up, all excited <333

OH AND HE'S SO STUBBORN N CARING AFTERWARDS <333 he's used to like,, super stubborn soldiers?? So if you start huffing about how 'you don't need ice, it'll heal fine'?? Nah he'll fuckin,, Alligator Death Roll you to keep u still while he takes care of it smdns. Or just like,, scoop you up in one arm while he tends your bruises w/ the other hand <333 he's gotta make sure his peach is taken care of, afterall!!

EEE GLENN <333

#GOD <333 IM FALLING FOR GLENN MORE AND MORE #NSFT #MINORS DNI #glenn dolphman #glenn dolphman x reader #inside job #for some reason my last posts weren't showing up in tags?? I think it was cause my blog is new but if not I'll try to jerryrig it #EEEEEEE THIS WAS A BLAST #OH GOODNESS #<3333 HES JUST SO #<33 HES VERY #MSNDMS AAAA #USUALLY I WRITE SUPER S/UBBY STUFF #<333 SO THIS IS SERIOUSLY SO FUN #GOD its so fun to be workin on asks

[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

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Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

---

“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'” And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

#sanders sides #space au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #teoba #the end of being alone #writing #my writing #crocodiles #raccoon #you all wanted baby teeth and so baby teeth you shall receive #ask to tag

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: Their GF Has Superpowers

Kim Hongjoong:

It was after a party that you guys had with the boys that he found out. They were in the process of cleaning up, and all that was left was to take down the balloons, which he was doing. Being bored with nothing to do, you absentmindedly began to play around with a few decorations, making them float around in mid air. It was Wooyoung's piercing scream that had everyone's attention on the floating confetti that currently was making weird shapes.

"I fucking told you that old lady looked like a witch! But you still bought the decorations from her!" Mingi began exclaiming, as he shielded himself behind Yunho's body.

"How was I supposed to know she'd voodoo curse them?!" Hongjoong tried defending himself, but was scared to death as well.

Coming out of your trance, you realized you had to come clean about your telekinetic powers before they developed high blood pressure.

"Guys it's not demons...... it's me." You let out a sigh.

"Babe, now is not the time for jokes! The room has bad vibes and we gotta call an exorcist!" Hongjoong wasted no time and threw you over his shoulder as they all made a break for the door.

You protested, saying you'd prove it by opening the door, which you did, leaving them all stunned and frozen in place. You finally convinced him after moving objects that he asked you to move. Realization hit him that his girlfriend has super powers. He'd be so upset that you never told him.

"And in the 2 years we've been dating, you couldn't mention that fact instead of making me believe that other demons besides San existed?!"

Park Seonghwa:

You and Seonghwa had a very loving and open relationship, full of trust, neither of you hiding anything from the other..... Well except the fact you have the ability to know what anyone is thinking, even from kilometers away. You could just block it out, but being curious, more often than not, you found yourself wanting to know what your boyfriend was thinking. Even when he was away on tour, you connected your mind to his. Needless to say, sometimes there were some very impure thoughts at times, not that you minded.

It was one night, you two almost nearing your first year anniversary. Seonghwa and you were cuddled up in bed, just looking at each other and placing innocent kisses. But you knew better, you could hear how Seonghwa wanted to go further but obviously wasn't going to, thinking you weren't ready.

"I am ready and I want to." You casually blurted out.

"What?" He simply asked.

"I know you want to go further, and I want to as well." You assured him.

He blushed a little and ruffled your hair. "Wow it's like you can actually read my mind."

Biting down on your lip, you looked back up at him. "I can....."

Of course, he only released a soft chuckle, thinking you were obviously joking, cause no one can read minds. You proved that to be untrue, citing down examples of times you read his thoughts. You even made him think of several things, some deemed impossible to guess, and accurately relayed those thoughts into words. You left him stunned for sure, even flustered by your ability.

"Does that mean you even heard what I was planning to get you as an anniversary gift?" He asked, genuinely worried the surprise was ruined.

You poked his nose, assuring him you won't find out.

Jeong Yunho:

To say that Yunho loved how small you were compared to him is an understatement. He adored how tiny you were, it made him feel like your knight in shining armor, your personal protector and boosted his confidence in you needing him for stereotypical manly things, such as opening a jar a pickles.

What Yunho didn't know was that even though you seemed tiny and fragile, you possessed super human strength. You rarely showed it off though, preferring to keep a low profile and if it made your boyfriend happy, why spoil it? Unfortunately, your boyfriend likes to be spontaneous, dropping in on you randomly. It was during one of those surprise visits that he witnessed your true potential, in the form of you lifting up your marble dresser with one hand, like it was nothing more than a basketball. He just stood there with his mouth open, silence for what seemed an eternity.

"Well say something!" You finally exclaimed, hating the silence.

"How long have you had that power?" Yunho simply asked.

"Since birth........ are you mad?" You wondered if he'd be upset about finding out this information.

Instead, he just picked you up and spun you around rather happily.

"Are you kidding?! My tiny girlfriend has super strength! Is there anything cooler than that?"

Yes, he was ecstatic about this discovery.

"Do you know what this means?!" He asked you.

"What?"

"You'd beat Jongho in an arm wrestling match! Oh how I'd love to see his shocked face" A mischievous grin spread across his face just picturing the maknae's face.

"The possibilities are endless baby!"

Kang Yeosang:

You had a super natural ability of healing faster than any human possibly could. If a bullet shot you, you'd feel it as nothing more than a punch and in a couple hours you'd be perfectly fine. Not that the situation ever happened, just an example. And you weren't really the clumsy, accident prone type, so rarely ever needed to make use of your ability.

Which is why you often forgot about it and therefore never told Yeosang about your special gift. But it became known when he was playing around in the company building. While distracted by something, he left his skateboard on top of the stairs, and you happened to be walking over to see him. Holding a bucket of chicken, you didn't see his skateboard and therefore tripped on it, causing you to fall down an entire flight of stairs. Yeosang ran over to you, panic all over his face thinking about all the damage you probably had, he definitely heard bones cracking. But to his surprise, you sat up just fine, only rolled your shoulders back, looking in mint condition.

"You literally just fell down about 20 stairs, how are you not dead?" He questioned you.

You then remembered about your super natural healing and proceeded to explain why you're fine to him. He was silent for a while, but then nodded in understanding.

"Are you sure you're fine? Nothing's broken?" He was still worried about your well being.

"Just my shoulder popped out of place, but I put it back when I rolled them back." You assured him that you were fine and he had nothing to worry about.

You did however scold him for leaving his things scattered randomly. Had it been anyone else, he probably would have been guilty of an accidental murder.

Choi San:

Growing up, you enjoyed your ability to become invisible, both figuratively and literally. You liked keeping to yourself and didn't mind that no one ever noticed you. However someone did notice you eventually, and his name was Choi San. His eyes were always on you since day one and you were all he could see. It took a while, but he finally won you over and the relationship was going wonderful.

The problem arose when he started becoming more bold, more teasing towards you, that's when you weren't able to keep secret that you could disappear into thin air. Knowing fully well you just finished showering and were probably changing right now, he decided to 'accidentally' walk in on you naked. As soon as he opened the door though, the cheeky grin he had was replaced by utter confusion when you turned invisible before he could even get a good look at you.

"Holy crap! What the-!" He could not process what happened and became even more scared when all he heard was your voice telling him to get out and wait for you in the living room.

After putting on clothes and calming him down, you told him that you had invisibility powers. San was amazed and curious about your strange yet unique ability. He proceeded to ask you many questions, which you happily answered to him.

"Ok but if you turn invisible right now, would I be able to touch you?" He asked, while simultaneously reaching his hand to your face.

Song Mingi:

You honestly loved your ability to fly. Sometimes if you had a bad day, you'd just go to a secluded area and fly around without a care in the world. It proved to be somewhat therapeutic for you when you were stressed or sad. You hardly needed to make use of it after meeting Mingi, he was such a ray of sunshine and always there for you, that he became what you needed if you were having a tough time. He never knew about that part of your life of course.

Until one day when he was busy with schedule and you felt bored. You found yourself walking to your favorite place and began reminiscing about old times. Soon you were just happily flying around, thinking no one was around to see you enjoy what you had missed for a while. But Mingi saw. After a canceled schedule, he went looking for you, and having mentioned before that this was your go to place, he went looking for you. He did found you, flying around trees and seeing how gravity didn't affect you at all. Once you finally noticed him, you panicked and came straight back to solid ground.

"How, how long have you been watching?" You fidgeted nervously with your fingers.

"A good 5 minutes." He simply replied.

Your heart sank. What if he didn't like you after this? What if he thought you were weird? What if he would never want to see you after this?

He seemed to notice what you were thinking and he was quick to push your worries aside, pulling you into an embrace and kissing the top of your head. That said it all for you. He loved you and this wasn't gonna change anything.

"So.....by any chance, can you hold my hand and take me flying with you?"

Jung Wooyoung:

You came from a family of shape shifters. Your parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, could all shift into some type of terrifying beast. Wolves, tigers, lions, alligators, bears, you name it. So why the hell were you only able to transform into a weak little kitten? It was embarrassing for you growing up and for that reason you avoided shifting all together, it caused you to have low self esteem.

When Wooyoung came into your life, it was like a breath of fresh air. He made you feel beautiful in every possible way and suddenly you were more confident in yourself. Wooyoung never questioned what made you so insecure, knowing you wouldn't want to talk about it. Eventually he had to find out though, and he did during a family gathering of yours. While he was looking around the pictures, he noticed a lot were of fearsome animals. When he questioned you about it, you took a deep breath, and pointed out that they were your family. He didn't believe you obviously, until he witnessed for himself a few of your relatives morphing into their animal forms. He was genuinely intrigued by this and of course, wanted to dug deeper.

"So what do you turn into?"

You simply turned away, not wanting him to know and refusing every time he asked.

"Why not?!" He screeched.

"Because it's embarrassing!" You hollered.

"Come on! I just saw your grandfather turn into a black bear and scratch his ass on a tree, how embarrassing could it be?"

Sighing softly, you gave up and slowly morphed into the tiniest and cutest ragdoll kitten he had seen. A smile crept up on his face, before bursting into laughter.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Your squeaky kitten voice piped out.

"I'm sorry baby! It's just that it's too adorable!" He was definitely enjoying this.

Choi Jongho:

Speed was your thing. There was nothing that was faster than you on this earth. And it was somewhat euphoric for you. The adrenaline that rushed through you every time you ran faster than light was indescribable. You often wanted to show off your skills, but avoided it knowing how nosey people could be.

You felt attracted to Jongho because of his strength. You often wondered if maybe he was just like you, but you found out that wasn't the case. He had his limits. But you didn't. Of course, you wanted to tell him, you felt sure he wouldn't judge you or pester you about your speed. But you could never find the right moment. It came spontaneously, like the many things in your life. It was when you were watching him workout. Repairs were being made on the ceiling and that's what caused a small piece of it to fall off, almost landing on Jongho had it not been for you pushing him to the opposite side of the room, you landing on top of him.

He just blinked as he processed what just happened.

"Did you just yeet us into another dimension?" He chuckled.

You blushed and laughed softly before proceeding to tell him everything. He didn't need any more proof than what just happened.

"I always knew you were my special girl." He winked at you.

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Right Here, Right Now

Heyyyy guysss :) Not only is this my first post to this blog this is the first time I’ve written in a long time. I was listening to Kiss U Right Now by DUCKWRTH and a small idea I got from the song turned into this! I recommend playing the song when you get to that part of the story ;))) 

Description: You've always been able to feel his eyes on you, his presence when you're in the same room is unmistakable. Yet he never gets too close to touch. Until right here, right now. Warnings: angst, case discussions, alcohol Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1

You could not wait for today to be over. It's been filled with paperwork that always seems to be never ending, which turns into never ending coffee, which turns into you fidgeting for most of the day. Unwinding at Garcia's place tonight was all you could look forward to. Starting to zone out you stare blankly at your computer while twirling your pen in between your fingers. You are finally pulled away from the screen by Emily approaching your desk. She sits on the edge of your desk and you watch her roll her eyes.

"So how many bottles of wine do I bring to girls night tonight?" She sounded just as fed up with today as you were.

You chuckle and hold up all ten fingers raising your eyebrows as you both begin laughing. As you turn to face Emily you notice Spencer looking at you. It was subtle with his head down and eyes up not wanting anyone to notice, especially you. He quickly glances away, eyes darting back to his work while biting his cheek. The two of you seemed to share these small unspoken conversations more than you actually talked. You try to focus back on Emily telling you about her bad nights sleep. Luckily JJ serves as your distraction from Spencer as she walks up to your desk.

"Garcia wants to know everyones snack choices for tonight. I'm bringing a variety pack of chips. Henry's soccer team will just have to settle on fruit snacks tomorrow." JJ says as she raises her eyebrows and tilts her head. You all giggle but you can feel Spencer peeking up at you again. You've always been able to feel when his eyes are on you.

"Well you can tell Garcia mine will be that amazing ice cream she can only seem to find." You smirk.

"You know I can't pass up the chance to indulge in some oreos." Emily says as she sticks her tongue out from the corner of her mouth.

"Ohh you kill me every time with the oreos. My guilty pleasure!" JJ groans before heading off to relay the snack list to Garcia.

Emily pats her hand against your desk a couple times before heading back to her own. Suddenly you hear Hotch announce "We've got a case" from above. He marches over to the conference room. Emily looks at you while groaning, and you drop your head in defeat.

"Well that was fun while it lasted." You mumble as you all begin making your way across the bullpen.

As you all file into the room you see Spencer right behind you. Taking a second you notice how nice he smells you say a quick prayer in hopes he sits next to you. Suddenly Rossi plops down in the seat instead replacing Spencers cologne with the smell of cigars. You glance up at Spencer for a split second and he returns the quick exchange taking the seat across the table. Suddenly he feels so far away.

"How is that every time I get a fresh set of cigars we get a case?" Rossi sighs. Normally you would joke with him but you can't help but be a little annoyed.

"Maybe it's a sign to stop." You say dryly the annoyance more apparent in your voice than you meant it to be. He frowns at you along with a few others, obviously surprised by the reply from you. Feeling guilty you go to say sorry before Spencer cuts you off.

"Studies show cigar smoking causes 9,000 premature deaths annually." He says turning to stare at the screen.

"Well I think with this job I'm willing to risk the odds." Rossi says as he leans back in his chair. The team is quiet for a second. Still feeling a little embarrassed you glare at Spencer before Garcia walks in. As the files are being passed around the table she starts explaining the case.

"3 bodies have been found around the Myakka River in Florida and they think the cause of death was poison. All random, all within the past 4 months. If the unsub sticks to his timeline we have a week to find him before he strikes again."

"Why are we just now hearing about this?" Derek asks.

"2 of the victims were found by alligators in the area. So running tests on them took longer than normal." Penelope replies sadly.

"He's betting on the alligators finding them, not people. The alligators clearly didn't want much to do with them though." Emily looks over they pictures in her file.

"So whatever they're being poisoned with is strong enough to stop hungry alligators?" JJ says doubtfully.

"It's more likely that the alligators were able to detect they were sick in some way before fully... continuing further." Spencer says as the team groans in sympathy.

You wait for Hotch to give the go. "Alright, wheels up in 30."

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Stepping onto the jet you notice the back of Spencer's head in his seat. You make you way over and sit in the seat next to him.

"Um so why did you defend me earlier? I was kind of a bitch to Rossi back there." You peer at him still feeling slightly embarrassed from the team seeing what happened. Your thumbs twiddling in your lap. He just stares at his book and scrunches his nose. You wait for a response before letting out a sigh and standing up.

"Just making sure he knew the facts." He stays focused on the book and doesn't elaborate any further.

You move to the back of the jet waiting for the rest of the team. It's so hard to read Spencer. He doesn't talk to you as much, but you can always feel his presence when you're in the room together. Frustrated in him not wanting to talk more you rest your head on the back of the seat and twist your hair around your finger, he glances at you one more time as the team files in.

After going over the case on the jet Hotch starts pairing you off into groups. "Prentiss and Morgan head over to the M.E to see what else you can find. Rossi, JJ, and I will head to the dumpsites. Reid and Y/n set up at the station and start working on a geographical profile."

You felt your breath hitch for a moment as you glance over at Spencer to acknowledge the pairing. He keeps his eyes on Hotch. As the flight lands everyone begins pairing off into their groups. Getting to the SUV's Spencer climbs into the passenger seat and you quickly start driving. You were feeling a little nervous with Spencer now. It had been awhile since you've been teamed up even though you two tend to work well together. Despite the lack of personal conversations the two of you had, working with him was easy. The silence was finally broken when you worked up the courage to speak.

"I noticed you were writing down some notes earlier. Do you want to share?" You asked, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Why were you watching me?" He looked over at you finally.

"I- I wasn't watching you. I just happened to notice." Furrowing your brows you glance over at Spencer.

"The bodies all seem to be within a 15 mile radius of one another. There's something within that area of the lake he's attached to." He says with a frown staring out the window.

"Well we've ruined whatever plans he's made finding his dumpsites." You start to call Garcia.

"Sugar, spice, and everything nice. Hello Blossom to my Buttercup!" She says with such excitement you can hear her smile.

"Um I'm pretty sure you're Blossom, Garcia." You reply letting out a little laugh. Moving your phone to its car mount, your arm gently brushes against Spencers for a second. He quickly moves his arm to rest by his side and tugs on his seatbelt. You notice a heat rushing over his cheeks.

"Garcia you need to do a search for anything of significance that has happened in or around the lake in the past year." Spencer speaks up.

"Okay, but lets try asking a little more politely?" Garcia replies in an annoyed tone.

"Uh- please." Spencer clears his throat.

"There we go. Your wish is my command!" She says before hanging up. You can't help but let out a quiet laugh. He frowns at you before looking back out the window.

Making your way into the station you greet the local PD. They go over the latest victim and you are led to their conference room. You start putting notes together and pictures on the board. Spencer is staring intensely at the map, his finger held up to his mouth.

"Can I borrow that marker?" He sticks his arm out waiting for you to hand it to him.

"Wow for an eidetic memory you sure do forget to say please a lot." You turn your head to him as he looks at you slightly annoyed. Instead of just handing the marker to him you take a step over and look at the map. Keeping hold of the marker you begin pointing.

"So he's dumping the bodies here, here, and here?" You turn your head with the marker purposely pointing at the wrong spot. As you turn to look at him he's still staring at you. Locking eyes you notice his jaw clenching.

"No, here." He says still staring at you, leaving barely any space between your hand and his. It starts feeling hot in the room. You normally don't act like this with one another, but you feel something stirring inside you. Feeling your nerves take over, you can feel your cheeks blushing deeply. You stand there for a second longer before you finally hand him the marker.

"Thank you." His eyes look you up and down before marking the map.

Becoming flustered you turn and tuck your hair behind your ear searching the table for something to break the tension. A breath of relief washes over you as Emily and Derek enter the room. Sharing their new found information you start putting more pieces together. Eventually it's time to head to the hotel.

Grabbing your keycard from JJ you plan on taking a nice long shower to clear your mind. Stepping off the elevator onto your floor you say goodnight to JJ. You notice Spencer down the hallway, your nerves rising back up. As you approach him he slows down and stops at the door which happens to be across from yours. You can see him peek at you from the side of his eye as he unlocks his door. You begin to open your door and turn back to look at him. He stares back at you before closing his door.

Dumping your bag in your room you try relaxing your muscles and take in a deep breath. Quickly undressing you head to the bathroom bringing your toiletries with you. Turning the shower on you bite your lip thinking of the feelings between you and Spencer today. He always seems to be slightly frustrated around you, which made you feel confused. It's hard to ignore the way you feel when you catch him looking at you, but you try to calm the butterflies down convincing yourself he doesn't feel the same way. Stopping yourself you step into the shower and feel the warm water wash over you, taking your mind off of how confusing today was. Finishing your night time routine you make your way to the plush bed, scrolling through your phone before trying to fall asleep without thinking of Spencer.

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As Spencer closed his door he let out a loud huff and put his bags on the bench in the room. He stuck his arm out to lean on the wall. Dropping his head down the need to feel her touch is firing off of him. His pent up frustration caused his pants to grow tighter. Thoughts of her keep racing in his mind, all the times he catches her before she catches him, when she softly brushes past him in hallways, the way she plays with her hair while she's deep in thought. He starts taking deep breaths to try and stop thinking about her. Still too afraid to admit his own emotions to himself he steps into the bathroom. Feeling hot while trying to ignore his growing bulge he undoes his tie and pulls his sweater off. Rolling up his sleeves he starts splashing cold water on his face. Leaning over the sink he lets the water drip off his lips and nose. Something about the way she catches his attention scares him because he feels like he could lose control at any second. He closes his eyes and continues breathing slowly. After cooling down he dries his face and goes to change. Grabbing his book from the plane along with 2 others he makes his way to his bed, forcing himself to read.

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Waking up to your 5:15 am alarm clock you groggily turn it off. You get a text as you pick your phone up.

    Hotchner: Good morning everyone. Be up and ready in 30. We will meet down in the lobby.

You begin to scroll over the rest of your notifications until you jump out of bed and stretch your arms up. After getting your thoughts together you go through your morning routine with a slight jitter in your hands as you begin to think about Spencer. Luckily it wasn't enough to keep you from messing up your eyeliner or mascara. You slip on a pair of black jeans, your favorite black boots, and a white tee shirt. Completing the look you holster your gun, and pop your blazer on. Giving yourself one final scan in the mirror you finish with a quick spritz of perfume and head out the door. Stepping out in the hallway you notice Spencer waiting down by the elevator. Dressed in his usual sweater, button down, tie combo you take him in. He's fiddling with his bag and doesn't seem to notice you nearing.

"Good morning..." You say softly hoping not to startle him. He continues searching his bag without returning a hello. Biting your lip you can't help but ask what he's looking for.

"Did you lose something?" You keep your voice quiet not wanting to annoy him or the people still getting to enjoy sleep so early in the morning.

"No." He finally replies, giving up on his search. You nod and the elevator finally dings, its doors open. He looks a little more tired and stressed than usual so you choose to stay quiet.

"It's just a small bottle of some cologne. It was a gift from my mom, otherwise I wouldn't really care if it went missing." He presses the L button and the elevator starts moving. You were a little surprised he elaborated on his answer.

"Oh, well I'll make sure to look out for it. She has good taste, it smelled nice." Your face immediately goes red, you look down in hopes your hair will hide your blushing cheeks. You could smack yourself for letting that slip out. As the doors to the elevator open you feel Spencer's finger brush against yours so softly you hardly felt it. You shoot your head up as you watch him exit, almost forgetting to get off as well.

Spencer's finger is burning as he takes off down the lobby. Clenching his hands around his strap he tries to keep his focus on the team ahead but he can't shake the feeling away. His mind is yelling at him for his actions, but his chest is about to burst. The burning from his finger getting a touch of your skin is overwhelming him. The butterflies he's kept caged forever are starting to stir. Reaching the team he hears her footsteps approaching making his heart beat faster. Tucking his hand in his pocket he takes a gulp. Hotch starts breaking down the day but as hard as he tries to listen he can't. All he can pay attention to is the smell of her perfume; sweet and warm. It matches her personality perfectly. Staring at Hotch he sees his lips moving but doesn't hear a word he's saying until he hears his name. "Reid and Y/n head to the latest victims house." He bites the inside of his cheek as he fights his feelings in his head. Preparing himself for another day of controlling his urges, he makes his way for the door. Hopping in the car he stays silent, as does she. The air feels like its on fire and he begins to wonder if he's made the wrong move.

You can still feel his touch as you grasp the steering wheel. All it took was his pinky gliding over yours to put you in a tizzy. You peek over at him but this time you're too nervous to speak. Resting your arm on the center console, he places his arm next to yours. Leaving the smallest bit of space between the two of you again. Your hand clutches the steering wheel tighter too afraid to move. You both stay silent the entire ride over.

Walking up to the house you flash your credentials to be let in. Your mind is finally able to shift gears. Entering the house you follow him into the main room carefully taking a look around. The home was filled with plants of every shape and size.

"It's a shame most of these plants are probably going to die after being so cared for." You say in a bittersweet tone while appreciating them. Pausing for a moment you feel a thought brewing. "Wait, what if our unsub is creating his own poisons? I'm seeing some dangerous plants here, I think that could be our connection." You say walking further around the house.

Spencer scans over the bookshelf in the room and calls you over. You walk over and stand closer to him than normal. He pauses for a moment before pointing to a picture setting on top of the shelf.

"Do you know what that is?" He asks quietly, still scanning the picture.

"The plant? Umm not specifically, no." You return matching his quiet volume.

"It's nerium oleander, an extremely toxic plant that is poisonous to both livestock and humans. The toxic principles are two glycosides, oleandrin, and nerioside. Symptoms if ingested can be severe, cardiac irregularities can begin, often characterized by an increased heart rate. However, a slower heart rate is often detected in the later stages. Each dumpsite had this species of flower growing around it." He says quickly scanning over the rest of the shelf.

"I think we just found our secret ingredient." You stare at him for a second admiring just how smart he is before calling Garcia.

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Spencer's discovery of the flowers lead to the break in the case saving the life of one more victim. The unsub was an alchemist abducting customers from the greenhouse he owned. Finding him didn't take long once you knew where to look. The team gleefully boarded the jet since the case was a fast one. You all were able to leave before the day was even over.

"I think a quick case calls for some celebration!" Derek says.

After excitedly agreeing you sat with JJ and Emily. You couldn't help but notice Spencer deep in thought while reading.

"What about you pretty boy?" Derek shoves Spencer's shoulder. Spencer glares at Derek and replies to get him to back off.

"I'll think about it." He says before quickly glancing over at you before looking back at his book. You turn your attention away from him and back to the girls.

Spencer feels the cage rattling in his stomach again. He tries making it stop but he doesn't want to miss the chance of seeing her celebrate tonight. He starts replaying the first time she went out with them in his head. Her laugh filling his ears over the loud music, her smile beaming from across the room. His biggest regret was leaving early when she finally sat down to take a break from dancing. She was tipsy and breathing a little heavy from dancing. When she sat next to him she let out a soft moan of relief when taking a sip of her drink. He clutched his glass harder hearing her.

"You don't look like you're having much fun Doctor!" She rested her hand on her chin looking at him and then his glass of water. He was clenching his jaw and began to remove himself from the table.

"I'm not so that's why I'm leaving." He noticed her frown before turning to walk away. He forced himself to do the exact opposite of everything he wanted to do. His fist clenched in his pocket and he stepped outside waiting for a taxi to appear. After realizing how worked up he was becoming he told himself to stop. This time there would be no seeking advice from Derek, no getting too close, no butterflies. That was the plan he set in stone and that was the plan she was now quickly unraveling after all this time.

Pulling himself back to reality he peeked at her every now and then the rest of the way home, catching her eye from time to time.

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Having a little spare time you decided to get ready with the girls at Garcia's place before heading to the bar. You always kept a backup outfit in your car for times like these. She was the best person to get ready with, always hyping her girls up.

"Y/n that dress is capital H.O.T." She beams at you while slipping her shoes on. You wink at her and pull out your makeup bag. You had to admit the dress hugged you perfectly and made you feel confident. Popping your lipstick on you turned to the girls and shook your head.

"I think we all look capital H.O.T" You smirk before turning to leave. You could feel your nerves rising as you all gathered into the car, you tried to calm down since you weren't even sure if Spencer was coming tonight.

Spencer was unsure of what to wear for tonight. After trying a few things on he opted in on a simple light blue button down and rolled his sleeves up. He was fumbling with his hair as his phone buzzed knowing it was Derek. Before heading out he made sure to spray on a little of his no longer missing cologne. Hopping in the car Derek noticed a little shift in his demeanor.

"What's got you all nervous?" Derek asks with a smirk after driving for a bit.

"Nothing, I just haven't gone out in awhile. This isn't really my thing you know." He kept his eyes on the road.

"Well maybe if you drank with us you wouldn't feel so awkward every time." Derek let out a little chuckle.

He felt his palms getting sweaty as they pulled up to the bar. Seeing Penelope's car he knew she was already here. He wiped his palms on his knees quickly before getting out of the car. Making their way in the bar Derek yelled out "Now the real fun can begin!"

Everyone cheered in return as Spencer searched the room for her. Once he found her at the bar his eyes took her in before she could find him. He's seen her dressed up before but this time he was truly appreciating just how beautiful she is. Once her eyes met him he felt his heart thumping. Spencer tried to distract himself by taking a seat hoping no one noticed his staring.

The team talked for a bit while enjoying some drinks. They finally got up and started heading to the dance floor. You felt yourself a little confused as it seemed like Spencer was avoiding you. He was quiet and didn't seem to be engaged in any of the conversations. Instead of heading to the dance floor you made your way over to the bar asking for a water.

"You know I don't think anyone has said good job to you yet on breaking the case." You held out the water offering it to Spencer. Surprised by your presence he cleared his throat.

"What? Oh... thanks. You deserve credit too." He gave you a small nervous smirk and took the water. You sat down across from him shrugging.

"Once I saw that photo it was so obvious. I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner." He frowned.

"Spencer, you don't give yourself enough credit. You can't put that pressure on yourself to connect every dot right away. Don't be so hard on yourself, please. Maybe consider celebrating with us tonight?" You smiled and raised up one of your eyebrows.

"I think I'm good for now." He pushes his water between his fingers slightly. You sigh and get up from the table.

"Well as long as you don't leave early again..." You say and down the rest of your drink before walking over to JJ, Emily, and Penelope dancing. You can feel his eyes focused on you.

Dancing for so long you start to lose track of time, letting the warmth of the alcohol take over you. Enjoying dancing with your girls after while you decided you needed a slower song to take a break. You walked over to the DJ and requested a song you knew would grab Spencer's attention. The DJ said ok and started playing "Kiss U Right Now" by DUCKWRTH. You walked back over and smiled slightly. Penelope let out a loud "OOOO! I like this!" As she began dancing slower. You found Emily and started dancing closely with her. You both giggled a little bit as you swayed your hips against each other. Feeling your dress inching up your thigh you peek over at Spencer. You knew he was already watching you, you could feel it. As your eyes met his, he got up from the table and took off towards the bathroom.

"I need to pee!" You said in Emily's ear before heading towards Spencer. She nods and joins Penelope and JJ.

As you finally made your way through the crowd you saw Spencer stepping out of the restroom. He didn't even bother to look at you but as he passed you, you felt his pinky brush against you again. You hooked your pinky around his and he stopped dead in his tracks. You turned to look at him as he stayed frozen for a second. Your heart was pounding waiting for him to make a move.

Spencer felt his entire body tense up. The small heat in his chest turned into a wildfire. He turned and pushed you up against the wall. His hand moving to the hem of your dress, his hot hand touching your thigh. He kept his other hand intertwined with your pinky. His heart was thumping as he moved his lips close to yours. He could feel your heavy breathing as his eyes were locked on yours. You gripped his pinky a little tighter to pull the rest of his body closer.

You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach as you stare Spencer down. His gaze told you everything you needed to know. The song booming as it narrated both your thoughts. He wanted this just as much as you did. You wanted him to prove it, he was killing you as he hovered over you.

"You need to get back to the girls before they wonder where you are." He whispered before letting go of your hand while backing away from you. He passes the table pushing towards the door. You glance over at the team to see if they notice, if they do they're not acting like it. You take a breath and decide to follow him.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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[lonestarbabe]

Giving Up the Ghost

[AO3]

T.K. has the misfortune of having to manage two crews at once.

Chapter 3: Tale of Two Crews

The crew sat down for a meal together at dinner time, which would have been fine if the old crew wasn’t so noisy. T.K. didn’t know them too well. Chuck had been the only one who had talked to him directly. The others were a bit skeptical. “T.K.’s cool,” Chuck had told them. Dianne, the one woman of the old 126, had laughed and said, “It freaks me out that he can talk to us,” she’d said it as if T.K. hadn’t been there, and he wondered if that’s how the ghosts felt all the time.

It was only Judd’s second day back, so he still looked forlorn, and he didn’t quite keep up with the banter at the table. He’d been reinstated after a breakdown in front of the wall of pictures that memorialized his fallen crew.  Darkness lingered around Judd’s eyes, and T.K. knew that darkness all too well. It was the inescapable look of catastrophic loss that never went away, even after years of therapy. That kind of loss was something that you could learn to deal with,  but there was no changing the ways that it changed you. Judd hadn’t said much to them, and T.K. could see him getting lost in his thoughts, which usually wasn’t a good thing in T.K.’s experience.

“Do you remember that time when Judd got into it with that asshole and got himself arrested?” Jake Harkes said as Mateo asked Marjan questions about her last viral video in Miami.

“Was the water cold?” Mateo wondered.

Marjan grinned, looking proud of herself. “I was too focused on saving lives to think about the water temperature, Probie.” She shrugged. “It got a little chilly on the ride back to the precinct.”

Harkes said, “We shouldn’t talk about all this with him listening.” He motioned to T.K. “It’s weird.”

Dianne laughed, “The whole situation is weird.”

“I’m trying not to listen,” T.K. wanted to protest, but it’s not like he could’ve tuned them out. They were right there practically screaming in his ear.

“He’s a good guy,” Chuck said. Chuck liked T.K. for whatever reason, even though they barely knew each other. Maybe Chuck was just a nice guy, but it unnerved T.K. that a ghost would go out of his way to make a living person he never knew more comfortable.

“Weren’t you afraid?” Mateo asked.

Paul gave a pointed look. “We’ve known each other just a few weeks, and I already know that she’s not afraid of anything.”

“Damn right,” Marjan said.

“He’s one of us now,” Braxton pointed out.

“He’s not one of us,” Harkes said. “He’s replaced us.”

Cory Garrity rolled his eyes. “What did you think they would do, Harkes? Leave this place empty. They still need firefighters here. I don’t like being dead more than you do, but it would be shitty if they let this place crumble after all we put in.” He eyed T.K. “We’re making him uncomfortable.”

“He makes me. These people are outsiders. They don’t belong here.”

“Since when do you have that attitude?” Captain Braxton asked, and T.K. can tell that, even in death, Braxton’s voice is well-respected by the crew. “They’re doing a job. Who cares where they’re from when they’re here now? Judd will teach them how it works here.”

“Jumping into the water has nothing on the time I took on an alligator,” Marjan commented nonchalantly. “I went viral for that too.”

“She did what?” Dianne said.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Harkes said. “We’ve gone against a lot of creatures, but this girl, this team in general, is reckless.” T.K. couldn’t deny that. He had his own reckless streak to contend with.

“We were too,” Garrity pointed out. “Judd especially.”

“I’m worried about him.” Harkes said, looking over at Judd, who’d been sitting quietly with his arms crossed.

“Don’t you get tired of going viral?” Paul asked with a laugh as Garrity nodded solemnly at Harkes.

“He looks a lot like he did then now. It worries me. He’s been too quiet.”

Captain Braxton looked even more serious “He was going through a rough time. I thought I was going to have to let him go, but I also knew that doing that would devastate him.”

“I wasn’t there when all that happened, but I doubt that compares to what he’s going through now,” Chuck said. “We’re all gone.”

“Guys,” Dianne said, “He has Grace, he has his job, he has our families.  He’ll be okay. We just have to believe that.”

“You’ll be there for him, right T.K.?”

T.K. looked away. Under no circumstances was he going to engage.

“See? He doesn’t give a damn about us. He’d rather we go away for good than have to listen to another word we say.” Harkes may have a point with that.

“I’m not the only one who went viral. You went viral in Chicago once, Paul.”

“That was nothing.”

“Well, he’s not going to talk to us in front of the crew,” Chuck defended him. “But I know T.K. is someone we want on our side.” Chuck’s faith in humanity was either naïve or admirable.

“It was like you had super powers,” Mateo mused. “Do you have superpowers?” T.K.’s ears perked at the idea. Maybe Paul was psychic too, only in a different way. That would make him feel like less of a freak. He’d never met another real psychic. He knew that they existed, but mostly, the ones who advertised themselves were charlatans.

“No, Probie. He’s just observant.”

“Which seems like the same thing.”

“I don’t have a sixth sense or anything.”

“Not that you know of.”

“That stuff doesn’t exist,” Paul said. T.K. watched Owen bite his lip. He clearly wanted to say something, but he knew that wouldn’t help T.K. keep his secret.

“I went to a psychic once, and she helped me talk to my grandmother. Seems legit to me.”

“It’s called a cold read. They keep guessing likely things until they can narrow their guesses down and hit on something that feels personal.”

“See?” Chuck said. “It makes sense that he wouldn’t to expose his gift.”

“He could prove that his gift was real right now if he wanted to.”

“I see we have a skeptic on our hands,” Marjan said.

Harkes wasn’t convinced. “I just don’t see the point of connecting our worlds. The dead exist on a different plane for a reason.”

“I’m just saying that it’s pretty to find common threads of human connection and exploit them. That’s what a psychic is.”

“If they only knew,” Dianne commented dryly. T.K.’s head spun as the conversations started to merge, and he couldn’t delineate what the dead were saying from what the living was saying. His breaths became shallower, and he felt his heart starting to beat faster because there was no way he could keep up.

“Way to be a killjoy,” Marjan teased.

“Why are you such a fanboy of ghost boy, Parkland?” Garrity asked, teasing to Harkes’ hostile.

“Because he’s our only connection to the human world.”

“The living world,” T.K. corrected automatically.

“The living world?” Marjan asked, an eyebrow raised.

T.K.’s heart skipped a beat as he frantically tried to salvage the situation. He scanned the room, seeing two crews staring at him. Even Judd had looked up to see what the hell he was on about. “What about you, Judd?” T.K. asked. “Do you think there’s a connection between the living and the dead world?”

Judd’s eyes grew dark, and he used a gravelly tone. “I don’t think there’s anything after life. The afterlife is something fools believe in to make themselves feel better about death.” And if that was true, T.K. really was crazy.

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[it-takes-acquired-minds]

Chapter 4: Jane

((TW: Brief mentions of violence))

“I’m telling you, Edward, she hates me,” Jane insisted, walking with her brother away from the buffet table with a plate piled high with food. She threw a glance back at the duchess, who was daintily fluttering her white fan and talking with the Archduke of Acelain. 

“She does not hate you,” argued Edward as she popped a cherry and almond pastry in her mouth. It was crunchier than she expected and she struggled, for a moment, to bite down. 

“Try one of these things,” she suggested as the earthy flavors enveloped her tongue. “It’s from Cleves. It’s delicious.” 

“Ugh, Cleves?” Edward picked a tart off of her plate. “Screw Cleves,” he muttered, too quiet for anyone but her to hear, and he ate the little dessert. “Crunchy,” he commented when he had swallowed. 

“Screw Cleves?” Jane repeated, surprised at the severity of the language. “What’s wrong with Cleves? They’re a great country and one of our best military allies!” 

“They’re tyrants,” he said. “They burn oba at the stake and they let the thousands of refugees that flee to their borders starve and die and they never think they’re in the wrong. They’re stubborn and boastful and their laws are downright monstrous. And their ambassador is a polished bastard.” 

One hand flew to Jane’s gaping mouth. “Edward!” she hissed, stunned. “You can’t-you can’t say those things!” 

“Why not? I’m the duke of the King’s Fourth Court, which comes with some pretty stable protection. As long as I keep a smiling face in front of their ambassador, I can say whatever I would like.” He grinned and plucked up another cherry and almond treat, not dropping her eyes as he ate it. “Delicious,” he relished smugly. 

She elbowed him, annoyed. “You’re being disrespectful,” she chided. “I happen to like Cleves a lot.” 

He shook his head. “You shouldn’t. They’re political alligators and they’re proud of it. I know how you feel about oba-” 

“I don’t feel any way about oba!” Jane whispered furiously, but of course, that wasn’t true. She’d fought against the oba in the Great War, before she’d been knighted and appointed to the Tudor Tables. They’d been brutal and bloodthirsty, killing with supernatural weapons that gave them an unjust advantage. They’d been responsible for the deaths of many people that she cared about. She’d seen exactly how beastly, how inhuman they could be. Perhaps burning them was a little extreme, but who was she to question the actions of Cleves? Who was her brother to do the same?

“Yes, you do, and that’s fine, and no one’s judging you, but I also know that you’re honorable. It’s why you got appointed to the Tudor Tables,” Edward said. 

“That’s not the only reason,” Jane muttered, displeased with her brother’s brand new controversies. He could get in serious trouble, and besides, he was offending her! 

Edward carried on as if he hadn’t even heard her. “What they’re doing to the oba living there, to anyone living there, is immoral and cruel. They’re so wrapped up in their own hierarchy that they don’t realize their kingdom exists on a foundation of blood. Did you hear about the blizzard a few months ago? People were seeking asylum there and they were left out in the cold. No one would open their doors, and almost all of the refugees froze to death, if the hunger and disease hadn’t already claimed them.” 

“Is that true?” she asked softly, shocked, looking around to make sure that no one was watching them, listening to Edward’s opinionated speeches. 

“No,” he said. “Of course it’s not. Contrary to the clear evidence proving that it is absolutely true, the State of Cleves keeps telling everyone that it’s just a rumor spread by their rivals. They are obviously so honest, good and just, so how could it possibly be true?” 

“You’re being ridiculous,” Jane told him, her horror at his accusations melting into the dull throb of insulted anger. “You’re part of the nobility, Edward. You shouldn’t be saying those things! Do you want to end up like Thomas?” 

Edward spun around, flaring like a creature about to charge. Jane was momentarily startled, but she stood her ground. The words had been spit out, and she meant each one. “If you know so much about being part of the nobility, why don’t you join it?” he seethed. “Or, you know what? If you know so much about Thomas, go and join him. I know that’s where you really want to be, isn’t it, Lady Jane Seymour of the Tudor Tables?” 

She didn’t flinch. She didn’t move or react. She just glared at him, unable to speak. How could she have spoken when he’d carved her throat out, leaving nothing but a screaming pain behind? And he wasn’t just spewing smoke. He was as honest as she was. He wanted to hurt her as badly as she wanted to gut him. The difference was he had succeeded. Not that she would let him know. Her pride wasn’t so weak that her own brother could make her crumble. 

He snorted at her defiant silence. “Enjoy your ball. Maybe while you’re here, you can suck up to some ambassadors. You could tell them about your favorite brother, if his name wasn’t a curse.” He raised an eyebrow and Jane braced herself. “Or, if they actually cared about what you have to say.” 

“I’d wager they care more about talking to a war hero than a politically corrupt buzzard prancing around in a costume and mask, crowned in a false title,” Jane shot back, folding her arms. “Everyone knows why you’re really a duke.” 

If Edward was kindling, he would have burned the entire castle down. “Everyone can see the blood on your manicured skin, Jane,” he retorted. “You’re no better than any of the people you left to die.” She sucked in a breath, and he sneered. “What? Offended? Better run away, back to luxury and forgiveness. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” 

“You’d know a thing or two about running away, Edward,” she snapped. “But if you’re going to turn this into a battlefield, I’m going to leave before you do something that you regret. Or, I guess, something else that you regret.” She turned on her heel and stalked off, swimming in her own rage. The temptation to find Ambassador Becker of Cleves and tell him everything that her brother had said was almost tangible, but she steeled herself and searched for a more preferable ambassador. One with gold hair and a beautiful smile. 

Edward didn’t know anything about her. While she’d been risking her life in war, he’d been picking his way up the royal tower, sweet-talking and flattering all the right people, using every ounce of charisma when Jane was using every ounce of courage. Had she done things in the face of death that she wasn’t proud of? She had.  Was she going to let Edward, someone who had far less to take pride in, tear her down because of her mistakes? She most certainly wasn’t.

“Lady Jane Seymour of the Tudor Tables?” 

One of the bewatchen, the king’s personal guard, stepped into her path, his infamous silver uniform impossible to miss. She froze, fear seizing ahold of her. Had the argument between her and Edward been overheard? Was she going to be punished for insulting a duke? He was her brother, but he was still higher-ranked in the eyes of...everyone. Knights may have been honorable, but they weren’t members of the court, not really. They were, in full truth, as prone to penalty as any commoner. All that was needed was the right excuse. 

Jane fell into a curtsy. “Yes, sir?” 

The guard chuckled. “You need not bow before me, Lady Seymour. You are a most noble knight, after all, and who am I but a simple guard?” Jane almost laughed. Bewatchen were most definitely not the same as simple guards. He held out a gloved hand. Bewildered by the respectful manner, she took it and rose out of her bend, meeting the bewatchen’s eyes. “His Royal Majesty requests an audience with you.” 

Her jaw fell open. “W-with me?” she squeaked. There was no way. There had to be some mistake. “Are you-are you sure?” 

The guard smiled. “You are Lady Jane Seymour, are you not?” 

Jane’s heart began to hammer inside her chest. “I-yes, I am. But-”

“Then I am certain that you are just the lovely lady he wants to see.” 

She had no idea how to respond. The king was known for being unpredictable. Every encounter with him was a gamble, but she had never been the one bold enough to roll the dice. She’d watched him condemn innocent subjects to death and appoint undeserving scoundrels to court in the same heartbeat. He flipped between being her hero and as conniving as any fairy tale villain like the two sides of a coin, always with the same smile on his face. Was he going to place a crown on Jane’s head or chop it off? 

Absorbed in her own fears, she let the guard lead her through the ballroom. After all, orders from the king were not to disobeyed, whatever they would entail. Whatever trouble she was in, she did not want to make it worse. 

As she walked, Jane caught Edward’s gaze. He glared at her, dripping with scorn, but the anger withered into alarm when he noticed who she was walking with. Her expression of fear must have been in full display. She swallowed and did her best to act indifferent. 

“Am I permitted to know why the king would like to see me, or are you going to remain frighteningly vague?” Jane asked, mostly making conversation, partially prying for something that would allow her to breathe. 

The guard looked sheepish as he answered. “His Royal Majesty did not tell me the reason, simply that I was to retrieve you. You may have noticed that he left the ball early.” 

“I did notice that, yes,” Jane said, not that it was any kind of accomplishment. Everyone noticed whenever the king did anything. He’d arrived late, dressed in a thick silver and violet  robe, laced with white sable fur, embedded with rubies. Trumpets had fanfared him as he paraded down the grand stairs reserved entirely for the king, and the guests had parted like the tides as he made his way through the ballroom, before he kissed the ring of the blue-eyed princess of Visha, and the two of them started to dance to a classic Tudor waltz that he had probably composed. 

He’d left with similar flourish, ordering the band to stop playing, standing on the first step of the grand stairs and delivering an eloquent speech about what the Dove Ball represented, and what it meant to him, not just as a king, but as a man of heart and soul, as a human being of flesh and blood, and as a genuinely good person. Jane couldn’t remember all of it, as at that time, Catalina and her had been sampling the varieties of Shirey champagnes in the corner. Was she being punished for her disrespect during his speech? But then, where was Catalina? And they hadn’t been the only ones ignoring him. He couldn’t possibly penalize that many people. 

The guard led Jane behind one of the buffet tables and through a patch of platinum-clad bewatchen.  They didn’t look at her or her escort as they passed through, but one handed over a thin copper rod with a point certainly sharp enough to be a torture device. Jane let out a soft whimper that caused the guard to stop. 

“Lady Seymour, is everything alright?” 

She straightened and yanked the corners of her lips into a smile. “Yes, absolutely. Why do you ask?” 

He raised his eyebrows. “The king isn’t going to hurt you, you know.” 

Jane bit her lip. “I thought that His Royal Majesty didn’t tell you why he wanted to see me.” It was an out of line observation, but she wasn’t sure she was going to live to see the light of day again. 

“His Royal Majesty didn’t,” the guard confirmed, which did not help Jane’s nerves at all. He placed the rod into a slight crease in the wall, and it unhinged, revealing a long, dark hall. Jane blinked. A secret door? This encounter could not get any stranger. “Do come inside.” 

Jane wanted to do anything but step over the threshold of the black hall of doom, but the bewatchen was staring at her, and the king was waiting, and if she disobeyed now, all she’d be doing would be sealing her fate. So, still holding the guard’s hand, she shuffled into the darkness. The door slammed shut behind her, loud enough to make her startle. I’m going to die in here, she thought. I am going to lose my head, or get stabbed, or burned alive. 

“Lady Jane Seymour.” A soft, cool voice came spiraling out of the void. She froze, recognizing all too well who was speaking “Just who I wanted to see.”

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[zombriekid]

The Devil Takes Care of His Own 1/?? [Alastor/Gender Neutral Reader]

Series: Hazbin Hotel

Chapter Name: Run Rabbit, Run

Chapter Summary: you snatch a young girl from certain danger, and even though a trail of broken dishes and angry business owners are left in your wake, at least the kiddo is safe. for now.  *please don't run zig zag from gators, that'll only slow you down

  When you first awoke within the muck of the drudges of the damned, it was without any recollection as to who you were or what you were about or even why you were here; somehow, in spite of the personal amnesia, gray meat in the ol' chrome dome was able to quickly surmise where "here" was. Drew a blank on your friggin' name but not on your location? Didn't really inspire much confidence, still doesn't actually.

  You've grown some since, about a month's time if you're keeping track accurately- that's up for debate however, passage of time operates differently here- and though you're honestly no closer to figuring out just who in the hell you were, you've managed to forge some footpaths in the mountain that is ciphering the inner machinations of Pentagram City... and who you are in this concrete jungle of copper smells and marquee lights.

  And, of friggin course, who you are just so happens to be the biggest bleeding heart in all of damnation.

  The scene before you is playing out in such a way that it's resonating within the cavity of your ribcage so differently than ever before- well, at least within your short term memory anyway. See you're no stranger to violence, though your familiarity sings distinct from most everyone else's, but in the thirty or so days of consciousness you've witnessed first hand turf wars over a single city block, a lover's quarrel that resulted in a heart literally being cleaved out of someone's chest, muggings for baggies of white powder that you swiftly deduced was <i>not<i> confectioners sugar, and oh so much more over oh so much less. Hell, even you've slipped past the avaricious claws of would be thieves eyeing your satchel. Joke's on them, the contents are merely yellow parcels and white envelopes. And not to toot your horn but you're-

  "-fast. I'm very fast. I'm like Forrest Gump, except I'm not an idiot." The voice, masculine and strained through puffs of heavy breathing, echoes in your ears yet it doesn't ring a bell.

  ... now's not the time for an episode, self.

  And it's a burst of noise- like a mixture between water and air spraying- that brings you back into focus.

  Right.

  The carnage that's about to take place cause you're standing around like an idiot with a thumb up your ass.

  A young girl poises herself before a cavern of teeth, staring her aggressor in the maw with a grin curling on her rosy cheeks. As if certain not-death ain't about to swallow her noggin whole, bones and all. The aggressor in question peels their jaw further apart and a low, rolling sound rumbles from within the depths. Still the kiddo doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink at her impending doom.

  She can't be more than fifteen so her fight or flight instincts should be well in the process of switching over to autopilot, but to your utter dismay they don't seem to be engaging.

  Cause she's still just... standing there.

  The demon looms over her tiny body with a hunched back, sickly green scales flutter under the pentagram's fluorescence, and their torso gradually expands outward- not unlike that of a balloon- as if they're gulping down a throat full of breath- as if they're bracing for the pounce-

  Liquid ice gushes through your veins, through your muscles, and pools around the bones of your ankle joints; inner thighs clench, knees slack; left foot ferociously stomps at the asphalt with the right quickly following suit, left right, left right, rapid hastening cycle; the thinning rubber of your sneaker's soles does little to absorb the impact- every footfall strike sends ripples of tingly pain up your shins, making all extremities tremble; you pump one arm in tandem with your racing heart and the other prepares with hooked finger bones. The harsh pace kicks up cement dust in your wake.

  The aggressor leans further- the kid ain't moving- you're not gonna make it in time-

  -heat: stifling. black cloud: smoke inhalation. neighbor: passed out. not much time. not enough of it. get him out now.

  Grab her.

  -grab him.

  NOW

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  Some feet ahead and to the left is the mouth of an alleyway, and if memory serves correctly this side street should eventually spill out into Fifth, and if that's the case then the alley should house the back entrance to the (alleged) cannibal cafe- an establishment that maintains the coveted fourth place on your personal list of "Must Avoid Unless Absolutely Necessary".

  The owner, an absolute unit of saccharine smiles and four barbed tusks to match her literal boorish appearance, is a demon gal that you get along with well enough; a relationship constricted to the limits of professionalism, you often find yourself engaged in weather talk after the ritual of mail delivery is completed. Of course the hairs on the back of your neck rise whenever you look her in the eye for too long, but that's to be expected when she's pricing out whatever cuts your hide might produce. At least, you're like eighty percent certain that that's what she does while exchanging pleasantries.

  Still, your options are between cutting through Mrs. Sowbelly's Cafe or stay on the straight and narrow... and both choices carry considerable risk behind them. Both choices could land the two of you in the trap of a beast's glistening, spittle sheen teeth.

  And full transparence? You like the sniff of your chances with the widowed pig more.

  Besides, provided that you shield the young cyclops from view, Mrs. Sowbelly shouldn't be able to commit your damsel in distress's identity to memory and start getting any funny ideas. The kiddo should be safe.

  So it's with a pivot on your heel, a rapid change that leaves you hopping on one leg momentarily, that you tear your body to the left and haul ass down the alleyway like the devil's nipping at your heels.

  Which, ironically though no literally, he/she/they are- well, not the devil but rather a devil. It's a clever metaphor dammit, and you're gonna applaud yourself later if you survive this clusterfuck of a shitty ass situation.

  Then again... folks down here don't really die, do they? Not like how they do topside. Probably hurts just as much, however.

  A drag of oxygen claws from deep within your stomach, swells the airway in your throat until they ache, and the muscles around your knees ignite with an icy burn- all fueled by a dwindling supply of addictive adrenaline. The tiny girl shifts in your arms, causing her red tresses to ghost the underside of your chin, before her single, rather large ocular finds you; there's a question gleaming in the yellowed pit of her iris, and while your soft heart would love nothing more than to humor her there are other matters you must attend to first- that being saving your skins- so you tuck her head back into one shoulder and twist its partner to lead the two person charge.

  Brace.

  Grit your teeth.

  And- BAM!

  Pain- biting deep into the blade. Nothing serious. Bruise at worst.

  But you're in.

  In the split second it takes all of the neurons to collectively process your surroundings, you quickly discover that the cafe's back door immediately leads into a quaint kitchen. There might be a lace and heart motif on the walls, and there might be a slab of oozing, fleshy meat on the counter? Or your brain is misidentifying things, wouldn't be the first time downside; shuffle around the island and through the white swinging door before you throw a brief apology to Mrs. Sowbelly about the rude intrusion. And maybe there is some sort of higher power still looking out for your unbelievably dumb ass because the swinging door opens up to the dining portion of the cafe.

  Thank Whomever or Whatever for small miracles.

  "Oops, sorry!" and "pardon me, sir!" and "oh fuck! I'm really sorry!" become your mantra as you dodge wooly servers and rodent customers alike. The shrill cry of porcelain shattering rings in the periphery of your attention span and your stomach churns itself with guilt.

  The display you must be putting on, ruining these poor people's lovely, likely cannibalistic brunch. God, you're such a jerk.

  Still, there's a certain appreciation for escape and safety that's far outweighing the acidic aftertaste of shame right now- not to mention you haven't heard the aggressor in a bit and that's worrisome- so you swallow your pride, hunch your back a little (effectively obscuring the kid from the public's eye), and much like a bull in a glass shop you sprint all the way to the entrance. Broken dishes, disgruntled employees, pissed customers, and all.

  Out of the cafe and on to the cobblestone of Fifth Street do you stop; now should you continue on through the crowds, or cut through more establishments in an unpredictable route? Your assailant seems to be gator-based so maybe you should-

  "- in order to escape from an alligator, you should run zig zag because they can only charge straight."

  That... sounds like misinformation, but time's a-wasting and you gotta make a choice now.

  Crowd? Or the coffee shop across the street?

  ... well coffee does have a tendency to make you more productive, placebo or otherwise, and you certainly trust it over Hell's denizens by leagues. So coffee shop it is!

  Rinse, repeat: dodge the condemned, serpentine through the building, apologize to everyone who has the misfortune of in your path, and make your grand exit through another door. This rampaging circuit sees you bulldozing through some sorta clothing boutique, a toy store that's definitely not for children, your favorite chocolatier distributor, and a pretzel shop that serves everything but pretzels. Naturally there are some other businesses in that line, however you don't deem them important enough to fully acknowledge them. No offense to the owners, of course.

  And not once do you dare to glance behind your shoulder to see if the reptilian fellow/dame/gender neutral folk is trailing your footsteps.

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  "Why'd ya grab me?"

  "To save you."

  She blinks twice, an odd bundle of curiosity this one, then asks you the age old question known as "why?"

  And honestly you're not entirely sure of the reasoning yourself. Admittedly- admittedly it was more of a reaction than a conscious decision, with a memory that might or might have not been your own reverberating from the back of your mind until your feet were already moving. Cause in that moment all you were seeing was a monster ready to hurt a teenage girl- and demon or no the novelty of leaving a kid to fend for herself sounded heinous. Vile. So you snatched her up and ran.

  No reason to bore her with that explanation however, kids have short attention spans and all that, and you're more than willing to chalk this up to something akin to Occam's Razor- "the simplest solution is more likely the right one."

  ... boy howdy, you can remember that but not your own goddamn name? Just how in the hell have you survived this long?

  "Seemed like the right thing to do."

  This seems to confuse her further for both top and bottom eyelid draw closer around the globe of her eye, rosy cheeks puffing out as she looks you up and down then back up again for... insert reason here?

  Oh. Oh!

  Two things about the doomed denizens of Pentagram City, location one of the numerous layers of Hell: they tend to garb themselves in whatever fashion is familiar to them from the time/date of their death, probably as a last ditch effort to grasp at whatever shreds of humanity they have left? And the longer they've been here the less human they appear- you hear that there are exceptions to this observation but the general consensus states that one's residency in the realm of suffering determines how much metamorphosis one undergoes.

  And this little lady? Based off of the giant eyeball and way she's dressed? You're kind of half expecting her to break out into Sandra Dee's routine of "Summer Nights" what with her billowing pink poodle skirt and matching scarf. Actually, scratch that, the pink is trademark Frenchy. "Beauty School Drop Out" it is.

  Anyways, point being that this teen more than likely bit the dust like seventy-ish years ago, thus making her chronologically older than you, meaning she's been here a hell of a lot longer than you, exposed to some of the worst humanity has to offer, so your whole "good samaritan" spiel is probably translating to something along the lines of "stranger danger".

  "That's weird." She says.

  "Sorry?"

  "You know we're in Hell, right?"

  Why yes you are aware of your current and permanent residency, and if anybody asks you you personally think that it's fucked the fuck up that a friggin teenager is in Hell! What could a kid possibly do to warrant their soul's final resting place be the kingdom of sin and evil?! Grant it you don't know what you've done to receive the same treatment either, but a. you're an adult and b. it was probably real messed up compared to... whatever she "did".

  Ponder the fallacies of morality later, it's time you get her back home.

  Your knees bend until one cap burrows into the dirty below, and you bring yourself to be at a more leveled height with her- don't reach to her, not yet at least, likely doesn't feel safe around you yet (if ever.)

  "Hey, is it cool if I ask you what your name is?" You smile, mindful of your canines so that they don't pierce your bottom lip. Again.

  The reaction you receive is instantaneous.

  "I'm Niffty! Who are you?" She chirps with a huge grin.

  You choke on your words; "I uhh... don't remember? But you can call me 'Newbie', lots of people- erm, demons? Uhh, lots of folks call me that." Clear the throat, bring back the smile on your face. "So listen Niffty, do you have, like, parents or uhh.. family I can bring you to?"

  "Pfft, I don't think anybody here has parents. Except for the princess of course! Well, there might be others... but anywaysie daisy, nope! No parents here!"

  Jesus Christ she's an orphan on top of everything else?! Next thing you know she's gonna mention how someone drowned her pet lizard and chopped all the heads off her favorite stuffed animals when she was the tender age of three... you're way too much of a sentimental idiot for this bullshit.

  "Okay, that's okay. How 'bout a home or, like, some kind of safe space I can drop you off at?"

  "Oh! The Hazbin Hotel!"

  ... pardon? The what hotel? Wait.. there's a hotel in hell (heh, rhymes)? Why?

  "Originally it was called the Happy Hotel but the bossman changed it, and if you ask me I like the new name better," she whispers the last part as if her opinion over the name is a secret between you two. Precious kid.

  But also a hotel here just simply named the "Happy Hotel"? Yeah that sounds shady as fuck. Ain't a lot of happiness going around these here parts, not genuine happiness at least.

  "Best job I've ever had too! I get to clean and cook all day, every day! Except during my time off... that's a real bummer."

  That... kind of makes sense actually; child labor laws are likely ignored in favor of cheap drudge, and if folks are willing to exploit youngens in life then why would they forgo the practice after death? Trick question: they wouldn't cause people are terrible... unfortunately so are you.

  It's not as if you can just uproot Niffty and bring her in under your non existent wing- mail delivery only pays for so much after all and there aren't enough routes in the city to haul your head above the water's hemline. So housing, feeding, and clothing a-whole-nother being when most of your nights are spent in the company of ravenous hunger and the legitimate consideration of selling off your parts to Mrs. Sowbelly? Ain't happenin, cap'n.

  "Well I've never heard of this hotel, but I can at least see that you get there safely," you offer, one hand rubbing at the back of your neck. "Dunno if that gator is still-”

  "Wo-ow, you must be new if you don't know about the Hazbin Hotel!" She gives you a once-over again. "Guess that explains why you don't look... 'demon-y'."

  You're losing track here; gotta get her back to her home as soon as possible, direct her attention towards that goal. Butter her up. Kids like that, right? Your gut says so at least.

  "Heh, well it's gotta be pretty fuc- I-I mean, pretty awesome if they got someone like you workin' there, Niffty."

  "OH, you're SO right! I make the place sparkle!"

  She continues on with her excited babbling as she twirls her petite body around towards the east, billowing poodle skirt and all. Not gonna lie, you're kind of jealous of her and her garment; maybe something ankle length you can get away with. Meanwhile the young cyclops flutters on her feet with mentions of "doing my absolute best" and "that's why the bossman hired me", and though you'll admit that the details of her employment are enshrouded in mystery, and what little information you can glean sounds very sketchy, still you don't attempt to dissuade her from her goal destination.

  Who knows, maybe this Happy/Has-been Hotel won't be so awful?

  Heh. Yeah right.

  The moment Niffty is safe and secure, at least as far as the gator demon is concerned, you're gonna be well on your way back to the dingy apartment you call home.

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a/u: are you really that surprised? one of my main husbandos is friggin eldritch dracula, so this is just par for the course honestly. the ol radio demon is gon be a tough customer but goddammit we’re gonna try regardless. don’t expect a healthy “relationship” with the ace spectrum cannibal deer demon. also the lore is gonna be like half improv cause we don’t know much about hh yet. and yes i’m aware that niffty is biologically in her twenties, but newbie doesn’t know. yet. with that said: please leave a like, gimme a comment, reblog this bitch, and just continue bein awesome y’all <3

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That presidential AU was PERFECTION! Would you be willing to do a part two where that proposal happens?! 💕

Of course!! I was so happy to see such positive reactions and requests to continue this AU! Let me know if you guys would like another part 😉

I hope you like it! 

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The healing process had been long and painful for Head of Security Evan Buckley. During the first week he had to refrain from moving quickly to avoid the painful tug of his stitches. His side ached at random times and he found it difficult to bend and turn his body in certain ways. He wasn’t even allowed to pick Christopher up or bend down to hug him and that in itself was the worst part of it all. The attempted assassination that had him bedridden on medical leave had happened two and a half weeks ago and Buck was nearly completely healed, albeit still a little tender and sore. Some days were worse than others, especially because Buck kept pushing himself in order to get back to how things were before. He desperately needed to get back to his job, to get back to protecting Eddie and Christopher— even if it meant that they had to continue living in secret (something that was proving to be increasingly difficult). He was distracted from his thoughts when familiar strong arms wrapped around him from behind and settled lowly around his middle.

Eddie lowered his chin down onto Buck’s shoulder and tilted his head to press a kiss to the crook of his neck. “You okay?” he asked into his skin, his eyes moving to look at their reflections in the mirror Buck had been staring into.

“Yeah, you know me, just want to get back to the team,” Buck said, resting his hands on Eddie’s arms and leaning back into him.

“Why don’t we go out for dinner tonight? Just you and me,” Eddie suggested, smiling softly at his boyfriend’s reflection. “To get your mind off of everything. You’ve been working so hard, you deserve it,” he said, dipping his head down so his face was pressed to Buck’s shoulder.

“That sounds nice,” Buck nodded, mulling it over for only a moment before he determined that it was a wonderful idea. “But unfortunately it won’t just be us, with secret service and all,” he laughed softly.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie smiled, lifting his head. “Reservation is already made and the restaurant will be cleared out. Hen and Chimney will be inside with us but where we won’t see them and Bobby and Athena will be manning the perimeter,” he said.

Buck raised an eyebrow and turned his head slightly to look at the side of his face. “You have this whole thing all planned out,” he noted, a bit suspiciously.

“I just want you to have a nice and relaxing time,” Eddie admitted truthfully, “I hate seeing you overworked,” he said, pulling away when Buck turned around in his arms.

“Hey, I’m relaxed with you no matter what,” Buck said softly, resting his hands on Eddie’s forearms. “I don’t need anything special to feel that way, I just need you,” he whispered.

Eddie smiled softly and gently pulled him closer, raising his hands to cradle his face and pull him in for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, pulling away only mere centimeters to utter the words to the love of his life. He knew Buck didn’t need anything but he wanted to do something special. Plus, he had a grander, ulterior motive for the night.

“I love you too,” Buck smiled, leaning his forehead against his and keeping his eyes closed even though he knew Eddie was undoubtedly looking at him.

“You’re tired, why don’t you try and get some sleep while I take care of some work things?” Eddie suggested, reluctantly pulling away but still keeping his hands on him.

“I’m fine Eds,” Buck assured, rolling his eyes but backing up to plop down on the edge of the bed with an exaggerated huff regardless. “I’ve been healed for a while,” he tried to reason.

“I know,” Eddie said, moving with him and pushing his shoulders back gently to get him to lie down. “I can tell when you need a break though, don’t forget. And I can tell you’re tired,” he said, stroking his hair back.

��M’not tired,” Buck pouted but his voice was slightly slurred and his eyes were already fluttering as he held onto the covers Eddie pulled up for him.

Eddie smiled endearingly, bending down to press a kiss to his head, right at the top half of his birthmark. “Sure you’re not honey,” he teased, biting his lip to keep himself from smiling too widely.

“M’not,” Buck protested, turning onto his side to press his face into the pillow, his eyes already closed and his mouth open slightly.

“I swear sometimes you’re worse than Christopher,” Eddie scoffed to himself, adjusting the covers around his sleeping boyfriend to tuck him in again, his hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment before he pulled away altogether with a soft smile, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him with a quiet click.

“He asleep?” Bobby asked, coming down the hall for his rounds.

“Out like a light,” Eddie confirmed, nodding triumphantly.

“Good, he needs it,” Bobby nodded approvingly, features breaking out into a smile as he and Eddie walked towards the oval office. “So, how you feeling kid?” he asked.

Eddie glanced at him and laughed heartily, shaking his head in disbelief. “Honestly? Pretty nervous,” he admitted. “I mean I know Christopher is so excited, I have Maddie’s blessing and yours and Athena’s, Hen and Chimney are telling me I’m slow and should’ve done it awhile ago, and trust me I know. I’m more than ready to spend the rest of my life with him but that doesn’t make me any less nervous about asking,” he rambled, taking a breath of air when he was finished.

“I get it,” Bobby said, an endearing smile on his face as he looked at his future son-in-law scrambling for words and flustered. “We all know he’s going to say yes and you do too but there’s still a little part of you that’s terrified of the small possibility that he might say no,” he said simply, summarizing Eddie’s fears. “Eddie, that’s perfectly normal, hell, I was the same with Athena. I started rambling about life and she cut me off saying yes when I thought she might say no. Turns out she was just in shock, is all,” he recounted, laughing by the end of the story. “My point kid,” he continued, setting a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “is that my kid is going to be over the moon when you ask him.”

Eddie seemed to relax at his words, his features softening as he looked considerably relieved. “You think so?” he asked hopefully, his voice suddenly small.

“I know so,” Bobby nodded assuredly, clapping Eddie’s shoulder. “Now you have a country to run and I have rounds to make,” he said with a smile, patting his shoulder again before walking down the hall.

Eddie laughed and smiled, shaking his head when he realized that he really should’ve expected it. With the nervousness receding, he made his way to his office in order to finish what he needed to do before they went out tonight.

***

“You look amazing,” Eddie smiled, leaning against the doorframe and buttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt as he watched his boyfriend button his shirt up and fix his hair.

“Not too bad yourself,” Buck quipped in return, look at him in the mirror with a wide smile of his own before turning around. “Ready to say goodbye to Chris and head out?” he asked, his words laced with excitement.

Eddie beamed when Buck mentioned his son, always amazed at how he treated him and thought of him like his own. He knew he loved Christopher to death and that Christopher loved him back equally as much and that made his heart clench and soar. “Ready,” he nodded, extending his hand to take Buck’s when he got closer, the two of them walking to Christopher’s room, knocking on the door before entering. “Hey kiddo,” Eddie smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed and ruffling his hair.

“Hi dad,” Christopher beamed, leaning into his touch automatically. “Look! Aunt Maddie and I are playing firefighters!” he practically squealed, overjoyed at the games because he had developed an obsession with firefighters and anything firefighter related, particularly their trucks.

Buck gave his sister a quick hug when he entered, bending to do it properly since she was seated at the end of the bed with toys scattered all about. Christopher loved playing with his Aunt Maddie after all. Buck always found it endearing when he called her that because that meant Christopher thought he was like a second father and the thought made his heart swell with pride and joy. He really hoped that someday he could officially be that for him. “You two having fun?” he asked, pulling away and sitting on Christopher’s other side.

“Christopher here is a natural, a true hero,” Maddie smiled, looking at the eight-year old warmly.

“Just like Buck!” Christopher exclaimed, smiling at Buck and leaning over to give him a hug too after hugging his father.

Buck thought it was very possible that he may have a heart attack in that moment from the sheer joy he experienced from Christopher calling him a hero. “You’re my hero, kid,” he beamed, pressing a kiss to his hair and hugging him back before he let go.

Eddie watched the scene with an almost dream-like gaze, blinking to snap out of it before he became too enamored by the two of them.

Maddie smirked when she saw Eddie’s expression of adoration and awe. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment in all honestly but the whole ordeal was very endearing and made her humor the idea of having kids of her own with Chimney. They had said “someday” and maybe that someday was coming soon.

“Well Christopher, Buck and I have to get going but we’ll be back tonight, okay? You be good for Maddie,” Eddie smiled, brushing his hair back from his head and dropping a kiss to his hair before standing up.

“See you later alligator,” Buck said with a laugh, standing up as well and ruffling Christopher’s hair.

“Okay, bye dad, bye Buck,” Christopher smiled, turning his attention back onto his toys as he moved the firetruck and made the noise of a blaring siren.

“I think we can handle the crisis here, you two have fun,” Maddie laughed with a teasing smile, gesturing to the medical emergency currently happening on the bed.

“Thanks Maddie,” Eddie said, shaking his head.

“Bye Mads,” Buck said, walking around the bed and towards the door, Eddie taking one last look before following him out with a smile. They both heard but chose to ignore her call of “be safe!” as they left.

***

True to Eddie’s word, the restaurant was completely vacant save for them and Hen and Chimney were out of sight, although somewhere. They enjoyed their time together, undisturbed and alone for the entire night, reveling in one another’s company. It was such a nice change from the anxiety, pain, and stress from the last few weeks.

“I love you, you know that right?” Eddie said after a beat of silence, but the question was more on the rhetorical side.

“Of course I know that,” Buck smiled, eyes glittering but they were slightly confused. “I love you too,” he said softly, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You’re everything for me, you and Christopher,” Eddie continued, not missing the way Buck’s eyes searched his face in confusion. “I can’t even imagine a world without you by my side. You’re my best friend and the love of my life and you’ve been there for me through everything, no matter what. When you got shot, I thought I was going to lose you. And I never want to lose you, Evan,” he said, his voice strong but a little nervous as he watched Buck’s expression change to one of shock. “I had been planning this for a while and seeing you lying there because you took a bullet that was meant for me I—I was terrified that I was never going to get the chance. But you’re the strongest person I know and you’re a fighter, you never quit or give up no matter what, and I admire that about you,” he said, letting go of Buck’s hand to stand up from the table and pull the velvet box out of his pants pocket, moving around to get down on one knee, Buck turning in his seat to follow him, his eyes shaking. “I love you so, so, much Evan Buckley, more than you’ll ever know,” he smiled, opening the box. “Will you marry me?” he finally asked, beaming when Buck nodded quickly with tears threatening to spill.

“Yes, oh god Eddie, yes,” Buck said quickly, surging out of the chair once Eddie stood, wrapping him in a tight hug that was eagerly returned before pulling away to kiss him passionately. “I love you,” he laughed, separating from him so Eddie could put on the ring, the gold band sliding on effortlessly and looking like it was made to be there.

Eddie could’ve cried of happiness right then and there because although everyone assured him Buck would say yes, he had still been so worried. He pulled his fiancé in for another crushing kiss.

Elsewhere in the restaurant, hiding behind a pillar, Hen was filming the entire thing to show everyone later. Chimney was trying to peer over her shoulder but she kept whacking his arm to bat him away since he was distracting her from filming properly. Bobby and Athena were busy on guard (even if they were supervisors they liked to be there when it came to their family) and would kill her if she didn’t get the footage with sound and good quality. Maddie would also kill her and these were not risks Hen wanted to take. If it came down to that, she would just throw Chimney under the bus since he was distracting after all. She peered over her phone to look at the actual scene and hoped their make-out session didn't get too carried away on camera. Her wishes were thankfully granted and the newly engaged couple broke apart. As soon as they did, Chimney and Hen whooped and hollered with matching smirks before they had to get back to their jobs.

Buck turned when he heard the cheering, laughing when he saw who was behind it. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back onto his fiancé. He still could not believe that he was going to marry the love of his life and hopefully be an official father to Christopher (even though everyone including Christopher told him that he already was). “So,” he started with a suggestive and happy smile, “Evan Buckley-Diaz or just Evan Diaz?”

“Hm, we’ll have to think about that. I love them both,” Eddie smiled, exaggerating his contemplation with a hum, wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist and pulling him in.

“I think Evan Diaz has a nice ring to it,” Buck hummed, leaning into his body and closing the small gap between them to kiss him softly and gently.

“I agree,” Eddie smiled, pulling out of the kiss only slightly just to utter the words before he sealed the gap again.

“I can’t wait to tell Christopher,” Buck smiled when they finally pulled away, although their hands were still on each other.

“He gave me his blessing already so he knows I was going to do it, but I’m sure he’ll be over the moon to find out you’re going to officially be his other dad,” Eddie smiled, pecking his lips when he was unable to resist and taking his hand afterwards as they walked towards the exit.

Buck couldn’t stop smiling at the mention of being Christopher’s other dad and how mutual the want for that was. “I love you, and him,” he smiled, stopping so they could wait for the car.

“I love you both too,” Eddie smiled, giving his hand a squeeze.

When the car finally did come around and they were escorted out, Hen had a knowing smirk and gave them a thumbs up, Chimney winked very exaggeratedly, Bobby congratulated them, and Athena sported a knowing smile. The real congratulations would come once they were all safely back at the house but these gestures were more than enough to have Buck and Eddie beaming as they got in the car.

***

Christopher excited exclamation of “You’re getting married!!” repeated in Eddie’s head for the rest of the day, the smile on his face bright and unwavering. The morning had already been brilliant when he woke up beside his fiancé and had only gotten better when they told Christopher of their new status. However, their jobs meant business did have to be done and they had their fair share of meetings in discussing world issues and security. They had met with Bobby earlier in the day in order to discuss Buck’s new position. He wouldn’t be able to be Eddie’s head of security anymore and certainly couldn’t be one of his secret service agents. He would be promoted to First Gentleman and while he would always protect Eddie no matter what, he now also needed his own protection. Eddie was relieved that everything was tying nicely together and that he would hopefully not have to see Buck bleeding out for him again and they could finally settle and be married without keeping their relationship a secret.

“You’re thinking too much,” Buck teased, leaning in the doorframe of their bedroom and eyeing him.

“I always have to be thinking, you know, being the ‘leader of the free world’ and all,” Eddie snickered, teasing back and rolling his eyes, turning to face his fiancé.

“Right, I forgot that was in the job description,” Buck jeered playfully, crossing the room smoothly and resting his hands on Eddie’s chest, tugging him closer by the lapels to pull him in for a soft kiss, one that his fiancé melted into. As Eddie’s fingers moved up to his hair, Buck was suddenly very grateful he had shut the door before entering the room.

Eddie pulled away for a moment with a wide smile, setting his hands on Buck’s chest and gently guiding him back towards the bed, giving him a gentle push to get him to fall on the bed gracefully with a laugh. He crawled over him and closed the gap once more in a searing kiss, Buck’s hands coming up run his fingers through Eddie’s hair.

Before they could get any further, Buck pulled out of the kiss without pulling away entirely, their faces still mere centimeters apart. “I love you,” he whispered, blinking up at him when they parted a bit more to look at each other properly.

“I love you too,” Eddie said, a soft smile overtaking his face. He leaned down and met him halfway in another kiss, his hands moving to slide under Buck’s shirt and rest on his sides. As things became heavier and they drew closer, Eddie unconsciously leaned into him more and in doing so, put too much pressure on his still healing side. He pulled away abruptly when Buck recoiled from his touch and winced into the kiss. “Shit, sorry, I’m sorry,” Eddie stammered, pulling away immediately and resting his hands on the bed to keep himself up as he looked down at him worriedly.

“I’m okay, it’s okay,” Buck assured immediately, raising a hand to rest on his arm. “Just a little sore, I’m fine,” he said, nodding in time with Eddie to get him to really believe him and not feel guilty about it. “We might have to reschedule this though,” he joked with a light smile.

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie nodded, mentally berating himself for letting things get too far when Buck was still healing. His eyes flickered over his face as he searched it for any signs of pain or discomfort before he moved off of him and laid next to him instead. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, biting his lip in worry.

“Eddie,” Buck said gently, turning on his good side to look at him, “I’m okay, I promise, you didn’t hurt me.” He smiled softly in assurance, resting his hand on chest.

Eddie sighed and nodded, knowing better than to argue with him. He turned his head just as Buck leaned in and gave him a gentle and soft kiss. This one was shorter than the others and they both pulled away after only a few moments, looking at each other with equal amounts of love and adoration.

“We can’t fall asleep like this, we didn’t even change our clothes,” Buck laughed, breaking the silence when he realized they were still in regular clothes.

“We’re napping, we’ll change later before dinner,” Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes and shuffling closer to him as he laid on his back again, pulling Buck to him.

“I wasn’t aware that we were napping,” Buck said with a raised eyebrow before rolling his eyes in return and bonelessly complying, snuggling closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder.

“I don’t hear you complaining,” Eddie laughed softly, closing his eyes and settling down.

“Oh I’m not, purely an observation,” Buck laughed, tugging the covers up around them before closing his own eyes. “Christopher is definitely going to be our alarm clock, isn’t he?” he asked, but he knew the answer already.

“Definitely,” Eddie laughed with a nod, “don’t bother setting an alarm,” he confirmed, resting his head against Buck’s. “Now shh, I’m sleeping,” he said in a lower tone and softer voice.

“Okay, okay, I know you need your beauty sleep,” Buck teased, opening his eyes to peak at his smiling face before closing them again and finally settling down. He smiled when he felt Eddie’s arm wrap around him and his hand settle gently on his healing side and he dropped a kiss to his collarbone in return.

Later there would be plenty of congratulations and celebratory exclamations and events, as well as event planning on top of their normal duties. For now though, for now it was just the two fiancés in their own little world sleeping the next few hours away before excitement came back around— something they were more than happy to participate in.

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[tiny-maus-boots]

The Howl pt 12

A/N: This wouldn’t at all be possible if it were not for the kind and generous hearts of @kimmania and @chloes-yellow-cup 

I can never thank them enough for all the encouragement and help and gifts. You’re amazing. 

Thank you for all the people patiently waiting and always dropping encouragement. 

12.

Aubrey glanced over at Stacie then let her eyes drift over the rest of the wolves piled in the bed of the truck. Behind them were other trucks and SUVs similarly filled with the entire pack. They were all watching her warily as if they were afraid that at any moment she might come for their blood. It made her own unease rise, wondering which would lose control of themselves first and preemptively attack her. In the tight confines of the bed of the moving truck her options would be limited. Stacie's warm hand closed over hers with a gentle squeeze as their fingers laced together. Tactically speaking it was a nightmare for her because it prevented her from being able to draw her weapon.

Though, that was likely the point wasn't it? And really if Stacie wanted to hold her hand, who was Aubrey to refuse?

The vampire glanced down at their hands then brought her eyes up to meet Stacie's gaze as they bumped along the uneven ground to Wade's resting place. The tension that had been growing tight in her shoulders eased when the brunette brought her face closer to nudge at Aubrey's nose with her own. Her lips tugged in a slight smile at the gesture and she leaned into Stacie's side. The wolves around them settled somewhat, letting their eyes drift away from Aubrey and out at the deep darkness of the forest around them.

Stacie's tired smile widened a little as they moved along. It hadn't occurred to Aubrey before but now but watching the small ticks and twitches in the fine muscles of Stacie's face made her realize that her mate was very aware of every movement and sighed breath from her wolves. Aubrey brought a hand up to smooth a fingertip over a furrowed brow. She was being protected. The vampire wasn't entirely sure how she felt about it, but she knew that Stacie would stand between her and any wolf that dared to attack.

Protection for her had been rare and always obligatory with a stern and demanding reminder. But this...this was nothing like that. Nothing with Stacie was like anything she had ever known before.

It wasn't a long ride, but silence and her deep thoughts made it seem like hours had passed before they finally arrived. The wolves with them eased out of the back and waited with outstretched arms for Stacie and Angus to carefully place Wade in them. She was last to leave the bed of the truck, choosing to stay to the outside as the pack arranged themselves around their Alpha.

Every wolf had come, even those Stacie had explained liked to keep to themselves, to say goodbye to their brother. There was the expected heaviness in the air and even the teenagers and younger children's faces were a mask of grim wariness, the curiosity dulled by the solemn business at hand. Someone had tucked the tarp around the Wade's body on the ground, but the wind kicked up, tugging a corner of it free and an arm fell heavily to the snow. Her focus went to it with a sharp cut of her gaze.

No one else seemed to notice the sudden slack as rigor released its frozen hold on the body. Aubrey tried to think back through the last few days as Stacie's voice rose and fell with heartfelt emotion. Had he died two days ago or one? Was it too soon for rigor mortis to have cycled through? Was it different for lycanthropes? She stared at the pale hand a moment longer but a tug on her connection brought her gaze up to meet her mate's.

“What happened to Wade won't go unanswered for. Aubrey and I are setting up a meeting, our pack with the coven to get answers. We're still working out the details but we will get justice for our friend and brother.”

All eyes turned to Aubrey and she faced them with the same cool mask of indifference she'd worn for six hundred years.

A few of them, Stacie's Betas and some that had been at the garage earlier, they looked at her with intensity but it wasn't necessarily the same hostility she was facing from the others. Or the hostility that came from the boyfriend.  They didn't want her there and she could feel it like an invisible wall pushing her further and further away from their acceptance.

His eyes bored into her and if looks and she knew she would be suffering a terrible death right then. Somehow the knowledge of that was oddly comforting and she raised a pale amused brow making his scowl deeper. She wasn't any less bothered by his existence than he was of hers but getting under his skin made this whole thing a little bit better. Stacie held out a hand and she took it without thought, allowing herself to be pulled forward into the group of wolves and the circle of Stacie's arms.

“You really expect any of us to trust a vampire when one of our own is laying here dead because of her?”

It surprisingly hadn't come from Redd, but she wasn't so easily fooled to believe that the words themselves hadn't come from the man. The woman that had said them didn't push herself to the front of the group as others had previously, she spoke from the safety of numbers. And the way she was clearly fighting the urge to look at Redd gave Aubrey all the confirmation that she needed. She was wondering exactly how long it would be before he spoke for himself.

Aubrey could feel the tremor of tension in Stacie's body pressed against her back and patted the arm around her waist lightly. They had been expecting opposition and they had guessed it would happen that night so they were well prepared for it. Stacie's voice came out strained with the effort of holding in her growl when she addressed the woman and the group as a whole.

“First, Aubrey had nothing to do with what happened to Wade. Second, that you trust me and my judgment should be enough for all of you.”

“Well...it's not. Your judgment is a little fucked considering the way you put your neck out for a vampire.”  Well that hadn't taken long as long as she thought it would. Mortal creatures were just so damned impatient sometimes. Stacie sighed softly, the rumble of a growl threatening to break loose rose and Aubrey sunk further into the warmth of her mate's body. The wolf eased off and bumped at Aubrey's temple lightly with her nose. “See that? That right there is what I'm talking about. She's got some sick control over you.”

“She what?”

“C'mon Stacie...I know what it felt like, the bite...it does things to you.”

Stacie's arms dropped from around her and she missed the warmth immediately. The wolf took a step forward and Redd took one back. It made Aubrey smile to see him giving up ground so easily. Redd wasn't just impatient; he was also not as sure of himself as he wanted to be. They were weaknesses that would make him a predictable adversary and she filed it away for later.

“Are you seriously implying that Aubrey is somehow controlling me through what? Her bite?” A scoffing snort mocked him openly.

It wasn't the utterly ridiculous notion that Stacie was making it out to be. Her bite could and had been used to control people in the past and if she stayed with the coven under her Aunt's rule it would likely be used again. But she had no desire to make Stacie do anything she didn't want to do. Aubrey had led more than a few lifetimes being made to do things at someone else's demand, she could never put her wolf through that.

“I know what it feels like Stacie, don't fucking act like it's not...” He made a vague gesture at Aubrey and she raised her brows at it. “A man could get addicted to somethin' like that...you could...”

It was too much, and Aubrey made a dismissive gesture. “Yes. A man could. It's sex, not heroin. Don't be bitter that I'm better at it than you.”

The broad-shouldered man's face turned scarlet as a few people coughed, one or two snickered and one person wheezed quietly. It was a soft gasping breath that was more shock than amusement. It felt out of place in the moment and Aubrey turned her head toward the sound. Her eyes widened as the figure sat up, back erect and straight. Wade turned his head toward the group and blinked once, his pale face slack and uncomprehending for the span between heartbeats.

And then its hunger kicked in.

The creature that was once Wade settled into a crouch and scuttled with jerky, stilted movements toward the nearest living body which happened to be Stacie's. The wolf was too slow to turn, too distracted by Redd's argument to notice what was coming right for them. The weight of his body knocked them both to the ground and it was all Aubrey could do to get her arms around him to keep his teeth as far from Stacie as she could manage. It wasn't easy and his naked body left her nothing to grab on to for better grip.  

Vaguely she could sense movement around her. Feet hustling quickly as they could on the slick icy terrain away from their thrashing and rolling. She had never wrestled an alligator before, but she assumed it must be much the same as trying to wrestle a revenant wolf. They rolled again, the creature trying to get back to Stacie as desperately as it was trying to shake her off its back.

Stacie growled and flung her jacket off as she got her feet under her. She could feel the shift rising in her mate even though she couldn't see it happening. The revenant finally gave up trying to get to food in order to deal with the vampire and she suddenly found herself struggling against the full focus and strength of the former wolf. Her hold was slipping and the creature was able to twist just enough in her grip to lash out. The pain was swift and sharp where claws dug into her shoulder to rip her free of his back.

There was an instant moment of fear that it would rear its head back and strike at her for a bite and that she wouldn't be able to stop it from happening but then she was airborne. Her body tumbled through the air in an uncontrolled spin that ended when she collided headfirst with the heavy steel door of one of the trucks. It slid in the snow, groaning with the impact as it rocked on its wheels. Her ears were ringing as she used the truck to get help her get to her feet. Aubrey stared at the head sized dent in the metal and grunted in anger.

Screams were starting to filter through the high-pitched whine, and she shook off the cobwebs to focus on where the revenant had gone. Aubrey managed all of two steps before her she could fully understand what she was seeing, thinking for a moment that she must have hit her head harder the she suspected. Two large wolves were dragging the revenant away from a handful of people all sliding and scrambling to get back to the illusion of safety the cars provided. Two. Someone had been keeping secrets from the pack apparently. The thing that was Wade kicked free of the wolves, sending one skidding into a tree, the other yelping in pain as it got its hands on the great furred body and started to drag it closer.

The wolf fought hard, clawing its body and snapping at the revenant's face to keep it too busy to pick off members of the pack. A deep growl of anger tugged at her connection as she realized Stacie was the one caught in the creature’s grip. Wild anger filled wolf energy rose up in her making her spine bow with the strength of it. Her head tipped back, and an enraged roar tore its way out of her throat. Aubrey felt the familiar shift of power as her fangs lengthened and she launched herself forward with blinding speed.

There were few options left now and little time left to ponder them. Aubrey’s hand went up, her fingers closing around the hardwood handle of her machete. It slid free of the sheath, a weightless extension of her own arm. She could take his head, had planned to previously even, but the effect on the pack would be devastating. Those that weren’t terrified into cowering were sick with shock as it was and the impact of such a violent end…

She stopped thinking about it and focused on one thing as she made the split-second choice to spare them all from what she could. MOVE.

It was impossible to tell if Stacie had sensed her intention or had actually heard her, but she squirmed out of Wade’s grip seconds before Aubrey’s machete pierced the flesh of the revenant’s back. The blade caught on bone and she had to wrap her free arm around its body, cradling him to her chest as she forced the weapon to pierce through the heart.

Any other sword or knife wouldn’t do much to give a revenant or any vampire pause but her weapon was special. Aubrey had forged the modified kukri-machete herself, spending long hours hand carving the hardwood plugs that fit in the carefully placed holes in the cheek of the blade. She had used lignum vitae, the tree of life, because it was particularly corrosive to vampires. A chest wound like this was effectively staking her enemy and ending the fight.

The vampire gasped and looked over his shoulder, eyes wide with confusion. Aubrey held on tighter, backing away with Wade before the burn could begin. Disorientation and fear filled the marble black eyes and for that moment she knew Wade the man. He had been innocent and loyal, and Stacie had loved him. It rebounded through their connection and her eyes softened when a soft whine escaped him.

“I’m so sorry…”

It threw its head back in a wordless scream as the burning in its chest grew until the whole body caught fire. She should have let go and stepped back. She should have let the flash of fire consume and extinguish leaving nothing but ash and smoke. But she couldn’t let him die afraid and alone. So she held fast, the flames licking up her own body before the fragile cast of the man crumbled and blew away in the wind. The bright intensity of heat burned even after it had gone out leaving Aubrey deafened by the last roar of the fire.

She dropped to her knees in the snow and teetered dangerously. Stacie raced forward, skidding to a stop at Aubrey’s side. Her mate knelt next to her, quickly smothering the few remaining flames with what was left of her shirt. The vampire looked at the hand still tightly wrapped around the hardwood handle of her machete and worked her fingers to flex and drop it. Stacie cupped her face and Aubrey could see her lips moving but couldn’t hear the words right away.

“Aubrey…Aubrey can you hear me? Bree? Are you okay??”

The blonde vampire gave a slow nod and slowly let herself tip into Stacie’s warm arms. Okay might be a bit of an overstatement but she couldn’t say what exactly was bothering her more. The look on Wade’s face when she’d killed him or her raw and singed flesh. When she was certain that Aubrey wasn’t still burning Stacie tipped her head back and let out a long mournful howl. Around them the stunned and wary wolves followed. Each of them sending off the spirit of their packmate with a heartbroken song.

A furred body pushed through the pack limping toward them. Aubrey sat up as the wolf song died down to the last note and gestured with a glance to the animal. Stacie gave a soft acknowledging growl but addressed the group around them.

“Now will you listen? Now do you see that Aubrey is with us? Is that not enough for you?”

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Animorphs in Zombie Apocalypse AU?

• It’s been seven years since the end of the war.  Three years since the Animorphs — all six of them — stumbled off of the Rachel on its return, over two dozen ex-yeerk-hosts in tow.  It’s beginning to feel like this peace might last.

• Rachel’s in the middle of a business lunch when the call comes in.  Her line of fragrances (“Animal Essence by Rachel Berenson: Let out your wild side”) has performed pretty well this quarter.  But there are always marketing campaigns to manage and deals to sign, which is why she and her PR manager Linda are in a trendy Brooklyn café when the phone in her purse buzzes.

Jake tries to sound calm, as he tells her that they’re being called in.  Because it’s Jake, he almost succeeds.  No details yet, he says, just a behavior-altering pathogen.  Possibly extraterrestrial origin.

Around her, the room has gone cold and strange and far away.  How silly the delicate spread of quinoa and avocado on her plate appears now, how pointless the fan of business cards in her hand and manicure on her nails.

“My cousin,” she says, and then “family emergency,” and then “I have to go.”

•  Marco’s head lifts when the din of the crowd goes quiet ahead of him, scanning automatically for trouble.  Jordan Berenson is cutting through the crowd on the dance floor.  She’s utterly out of place in her full business suit amidst the night club’s flash and camp, her straight posture bizarre among the half-naked slouch of bodies that surrounds her.

“Hey there, G-woman!” Marco calls over the music.

“She’s a fed?” his security guard Rena asks sharply, glancing at the line of cocaine clearly visible on the nearest end table.

Marco waves Rena away.  “She’s family.”

He sees Jordan absorb the label with no small amount of surprise.  He’s not sure what the fuck else they’d count as: they’re not friends, but that doesn’t change the fact that they fought and cooked and lived and nearly died together during the war.

“I’m here on behalf of the NSA-CDC joint commission,” Jordan says, trying a small smile.

“And what’s Uncle Sam want with little old me?”  Even as Marco says it, he knows: he really really does not want to hear what Jordan is about to say.

•  Cassie rolls to her feet when the Army transport jeep approaches, heart already beating faster.  The hork-bajir preserve doesn’t get many human visitors, and the official ones never bring good news.  She glances over at Tobias – who was, like her, listening to Toby tell a surprisingly entertaining version of their war story to a group of youngsters – and sees him tense, feathers flaring.

Please, she thinks, don’t let it be the start of another “human” rights battle.  Which just goes to show that it’s been a while since the war, long enough that she thinks another spat over land grants is the worst thing that can happen to this community.

• «Prince Aximili.»  The aristh looks nervous enough to be about ready to trip over his own hooves.  «Sir, there’s a message for you.  It’s from Earth.»

Ax nods automatically, even knowing that the gesture won’t mean anything to his fellow andalites.  «Who on Earth?»

The aristh shuffles his back hooves, tail tucked close to his body.  «Just… Earth.  A human called the President of the United States.  She says she’s calling on behalf of the entire planet.»

A war-prince must always project calm and confidence, to reassure all warriors and civilians who might be watching.  Ax manages, only just barely, to remain still and inhale slowly.  To keep his voice level when he says, «Thank you.  I’ll take the call in my private quarters.»

• There are three of them in the cramped observation room.  Then four, then five, and finally six.  A unit, huddled together and barefoot and unable to speak.  They’re not the only ones here for the meeting, of course.  Other people await them in the next room: the Joint Chiefs, the U.N. representatives.  Collette and Timmy.  Peter.  Tom, Jordan, Walter and Michelle.  The president.

On the other side of the glass, Eva beats her hands against the wall.  A guttural moan gargles in the back of her throat.  She’s walking forward, not seeming to realize that she encounters a wall again and again.

The flesh has already rotted off her extremities, leaving bone and putrescent muscle exposed underneath the peeling curls of skin.

“We’ll find a cure,” Cassie says.  Even as she tries to breathe through a nightmare come to life, a flashback made present.  “We’ll find a way—”

“My mom is dead.”  Marco’s voice is as steady as the hands of a man sawing off his own leg.  “No heartbeat.  No brain activity.  No respiration, digestion, circulation.”

Tobias looks back into the room, then at Marco.  «But…»

“She’s an organ donor.”  Marco’s eyes are dry, but he sniffs hard to keep them that way.  “Wanted her body used for science, for humanity, when she couldn’t use it anymore.  She’s dead.  We’re respecting her wishes.”

Eva’s mouth gnashes at the air, teeth and jawbone exposed where her lips have already decayed.  Her fingertips leave streaks of gore on the plexiglas.

“We know it spreads by fluids,” Jake recites dully.  “That even a few drops can infect an entire water system.  We know that it kills the hosts within hours of infection, and then uses their bodies to try and reproduce itself.  We know it can be killed by fire, and by beheading the host, but so far that’s all we know.”

«How many humans have suffered its effects so far?» Ax asks.

“We don’t know,” Jake says.  “Lowest estimate’s a few thousand.”

“And the highest?” Cassie asks.

He turns to look at her.  The answer’s there on his face, in the way he can’t seem to stop himself from reaching out to take her hand.

• “How bad is it?” Ronnie asks Cassie that night.

She pulls him into her arms, desperate to sink into warmth and soft muscle and still-living flesh.  “Remember last time humanity got attacked by an alien pathogen?” she asks.  “Remember how that ended for the invading parasites?”

He has to know that she’s dodging the question.  But then he wasn’t in the room when the graph tracing the U.S. watersheds spread slowly from blue to red, the entire continent glowing sickly crimson within weeks.  The heading at the top said Conservative Estimate.  They never saw the non-conservative one.

• Please remain calm, the president’s broadcast says, and stay inside your homes.  Boil any water before drinking, she adds, even though they don’t think that that will do any good.  Better to give people something to do, some way to feel like there’s still hope.

• Rachel goes up against entire hordes.  She becomes elephant, alligator, grizzly and cheetah.  She perfects the necessary motions to grab and rip, to sever the spinal column in one bite or one slash.  She wades through firestorms as a salamander or rhinoceros, swoops in on kafit wings or surges upward on lerdethak tentacles to rip bodies to bits.  Sometimes the others join her.  They get infected a dozen, a hundred times, and each time they morph and survive.

• Which is where Tobias’s suggestion comes from.

«I say we arm the populace,» he says.

It’s the six of them, sitting around Marco’s kitchen table — one of his kitchen tables in one of his houses — after yet another bout of endless killing and very little progress.

“Meaning what?” Jake says.

“The civilian death toll’s already high enough, if you ask me,” Marco says.  “Seeing as how everyone and their aunt is out there with hunting rifles and modified dracon beams blowing their neighbors away.”

Cassie winces.  He’s not wrong.  The riots have cost more lives than the plague, according to the latest estimates.

«We’re safe,» Tobias points out.  «Or we can fix ourselves.  Because we’re morphers.  We have the cube… why not use it as widely as possible, on as many people as we can find?»

“That’d be illegal,” Jake says.

Rachel lets out a dull laugh.  Cassie can see her point.  They’re way past that by now.

“And when the vampires start morphing too?” Rachel asks.  “What then?”

“Don’t call them that,” Marco snaps.  “They’re dead bodies with parasites inside, not…”  He laughs, humorless. “Vampires, revenants, the undead, that’s all stuff you play for pretend on some television show.  It’s makeup and bad writing.”

“Yeah,” Rachel says, “just like aliens.  Just like shapeshifters.”

«I sincerely doubt that the infected would have the necessary mental abilities to sustain focused attention upon achieving an animal shape,» Ax says.  «Tobias’s proposal would indeed break several laws set by at least half a dozen species… and it may be the only way to save this planet.»

“How do we make sure the civilians are using the morph tech responsibly?” Jake asks.  Which shows that he’s already thinking about it.  Already halfway there.

• They make an announcement on the only remaining television channel.  They send out a broadcast on every frequency that emergency radios will pick up.  They go even more old-school, and pass out fliers.  Anyone who wants the morphing can come.  Can wait in line, sometimes for hours, to press their fingers against the box in Marco’s hand.  Acquiring DNA is their own problem.  So is the two-hour limit, for all of the warnings that Cassie repeats ad infinitum to the waiting crowds and the folks at home.

It’s inevitable, really, when the panic breaks out one day outside the elementary school where they’re recruiting.  No one can say for sure if the woman was actually infected, or if the man next to her just thought she was.

Eight people are trampled to death in the ensuing crush.  Nearly a hundred more are injured, too many to treat in a town that has already run short on dozens of essentials that must be shipped in from other parts of the country.  No one can say how many are infected, just that the Animorphs spend nearly a week clearing the undead out of the area around the elementary school before it’s finally safe to use again.

• The reports coming out of the densely-populated East Coast are shocking.  There was a battle between human and undead outside Yonkers, and now Yonkers is overrun.  All groundwater from the Chesapeake Bay watershed is now considered infected, take precautionary measures.  Florida has closed its borders, and is gunning down anyone who gets too close.  A riot over a shipment of bottled water took out eighteen square blocks in downtown Philadelphia, and took out the entire shipment of water as well.  The wealthiest residents of Boston and Manhattan are moving off-planet as fast as craft will take them, leaving the rest of the planet to die.

And then one day the reports… stop.

No CNN, no NPR, no MSNBC.  No U.S., not really, not anymore.

• “I’m going to go lie down,” Jake’s father says, after a long day in the lab.  And, “It’s just a headache, I’m sure.”

It’s the last thing he ever says.  Eight hours later, Tom becomes the one to shoot him in the head.

• When Rachel picks up the phone, Jordan says, “You know you’re my hero, right?”

Rachel rushes out of the house, phone up to her ear, desperate for a better signal.  “How… you…”  She draws a sharp breath.  “It’s been three months!”  Not just three months since she heard from her sister.  Three months since anyone that she knows of has succeeded in making a long-distance call.

“Sat phone,” Jordan says.  “Government-issue.  We’ve all been taking turns using it, in here.”

“Holy shit.”  Rachel pulls the gun off of her belt and, almost unthinkingly, puts a bullet between the eyes of the child who has been shuffling toward her on corpse-stiff limbs.  “How are you?  How’s DC?”

“Not great, actually.  INSCOM’s got me and a bunch of other essential personnel in a bunker.  Or they did, anyway.”  Jordan clears her throat.  “The perimeter’s been breached, and there are about twenty of us holed up in this room.  Maybe four—”  Her voice wavers, steadies.  “Four, five hundred hostiles outside, judging from the security cameras.”

“I’m—”  Rachel is running down the street, cataloguing morphs.  “I’m coming for you, just hang on.”

“Rachel.”  Jordan’s voice is terribly sad.  She’s three thousand miles away.  “Just listen, okay?”

Rachel sits on the ground.  Curls into herself.  Fetal position, a ball of helpless rage.

“We’re each taking one phone call, and it just seemed really important to me.”  Jordan takes a breath.  “To tell you that I love you.  That you’ve always been my hero.  Since… forever, really.  And that everything I am, everything I’ve done, is because of you.  So…”

There’s a noise in the background of the call.  One Rachel doesn’t want to identify.

“Tell Mom and Sarah I love them, yeah?” Jordan says.

Their mom’s been dead two weeks.  Sarah is MIA.  “I will,” Rachel says.  “I promise.  Jordan—”

“Time’s up, gotta go.”  There’s a click, and the line goes dead.

•  Ax lies so smoothly, so thoroughly, that he doesn’t know if he even remembers how to tell the truth.  The fight against the pathogen is going well, he tells the Andalite Navy.  Humanity is doing well.  There’s no need for alarm.  No need for drastic action.  Yes, he would like to stay here indefinitely, but only to do what he can to assist the clean-up efforts.

•  They morph every six hours, setting alarms to make sure that it happens.  There is no uninfected water, not anymore, which means they’re constantly exposed.  It can’t last forever.  One of these days, Tobias knows, one of them is going to go in their sleep.  And there’s nothing to be done to fend it off indefinitely.

•  The being who appears in Marco’s living room is human and raptor and andalite and most definitely none of the above.  (Ketran, Rachel will say later, and then silently shake her head when they ask her what the word means.)  They all still recognize the Ellimist when they see him.

“I came to you once with an offer,” the Ellimist says.  “Your lives, and your families’, in exchange for relocation to a different planet.  I can bring your families back.  Save them, and you.  A way to preserve the human species, a final desperate measure.”

“And all of a sudden it’s back on the table?” Marco demands.

The Ellimist nods, or maybe he’s just bowing his head in grief.

They look around at each other, needing no words to communicate their thoughts.

They were so young, the last time they had this offer, Rachel thinks now.  She was just a little girl, too caught up in worrying about being in love with a nothlit and disappointing her father to understand what was really at stake.  She missed it entirely, the reason Jake and Marco were the ones to hesitate and grieve.  They’d both lost loved ones to the yeerks already.  They’d known what was at stake, the way that the little girl she’d been at the time could not have known.

Now she understands.  Now, I can bring your families back isn’t abstract or principled.  It’s real down to her gut, down to her pores.  Now she understands, as do they all, just how much war can take.  They’re adults.  This time, their eyes are open.  Their decision is informed.

This time, Jake doesn’t hesitate when he speaks for them all.  “Go fuck yourself,” he says.  “It’s our planet, and we’ll fight for it to the very last man.”

#animorphs #animorphs au #au #body horror #gore #character death #long post #zombie au #canon compliant

[thehelleniclunarwitch]

Drunk Shenanigans (Diego Hargreeves)

Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Prompt: “Undress me. I’m too drunk for this.” “Stay and cuddle, please?”

Requested by: @fandomfaery

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The pounding on your door woke you from a deep sleep. Groaning you opened one eye to look at the time. It was barely three am. The pounding wasn’t stopping. You rolled out of bed and headed towards the front of your house. It was a good thing you didn’t have neighbors close enough to hear whoever was pounding on your door. 

Yanking open the door you took a quick step off to the side when Diego stumbled into your house. 

“Hey beautiful,” He hiccuped. 

You rolled your eyes. 

“Drunk again, Diego?” You asked. 

“Sshh not so loud,” He whined. 

“Idiot,” You said under your breath before closing the door. 

You quickly wrapped your arms around his waist to help counter his balance. You walked him back to your bedroom. You left him leaning against your bed as you went to grab a couple of water bottles and some aspirin. 

Back in your room, Diego was struggling to kick out of his shoes. He stopped when he saw you. His shoulders fell and he began to pout. 

“Undress me. I’m too drunk for this,” Diego said as he fell back against your bed. 

“Jesus, D,” You cursed as you helped him out of his shoes. 

Of course, he was literally no help to you as you struggled to undress him. He had several inches on you and it was not an easy job to get him undressed. When he was finally down to his boxers you sat him up. You cracked open one of the bottles and held it up to his lips. 

“Drink this,” You ordered. 

Diego drank more than half of the bottle in one chug. Capping the bottle, you pushed Diego back and helped scoot him across the bed to his side. Diego kicked away the blankets but you were quick to catch them before they fell off the bed. You waited for Diego to get settled in before you covered him with the blankets. 

With Diego finally tucked under the covers you stood to walk away, but Diego wrapped his hand around your wrist pulling you back.

“Diego,” You growled. 

“Stay and cuddle, please?” Diego pouted. 

You sighed. Diego took that as a good enough answer and pulled you down into the bed with him. You grumbled and tried pushing yourself free, but Diego’s grip was too tight. You were now trapped against Diego. Your face pushed into his chest. He kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you,” He mumbled. 

You rolled your eyes. 

Once Diego fell asleep you tried getting yourself free but had no such luck. It didn’t take you long to drift off to sleep. 

Diego groaned when the sunlight hit his eyes. He rolled around to face the opposite direction. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a water bottle on the nightstand next to a bottle of aspirin. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, took a few pills and then drank all of the water. 

He looked around and found the room empty. Groaning, he slipped out of the bed and then headed out into the rest of the house. He could hear music coming from the kitchen. As he neared he found you standing in front of the stove wearing his shirt, your hips were swaying with the music and were singing along. 

Diego leaned against the wall. 

“I like waking up and finding you like this,” Diego said. 

You shot him a look over your shoulder. 

“What was that look for?” Diego asked. 

“Do you remember anything about last night?” You asked him. 

“Uh, no,” Diego said carefully. 

“You showed up here in the middle of the night apparently locked out but forgetting that you live here too. Not only did I have to get up to let your drunk ass in, but I had to undress you and then you captured me in an alligator cuddle where I was stuck in up until a half an hour ago,” You said. 

“Oh,” Diego said. 

“Yeah, oh,” You replied. 

“Oh come on now babe, you can’t be mad,” Diego said. 

“Don’t even start with me you were being a complete jackass,” You said. 

Diego sighed. “I know. What can I do to make it up to you?” 

“I don’t know,” You said. 

“Take your time,” Diego said. 

“Oh I will because I’m going to make you pay,” You said. 

Diego went pale. “Oh no,”

“Oh yeah, I’m thinking it’s time for a good ole family dinner. I think Allison is in town next week. I’m sure she and Luther can make it,” You tell him with a grin on your face. 

“Now wait a minute,” Diego said. 

“And I think I’ll even ask Klaus to make his fruit cobbler for dessert,” You added. 

Diego’s face fell. “Oh no, not the fruit cobbler,”

“I’m sure Five will love to fill us in about his new equations for time-traveling too,” You said. 

“Is it too late to wave the white flag of surrender?” Diego asked. 

You only grinned at him. 

“I’m so screwed,” Diego said. 

He sat down at the bar. You placed a plate of food in front of him. 

“I love you,” Diego said. 

“I love you too,” You said. “Enjoy every bite of that,”

Diego eyed you. Looked down at the food. 

“What did you do to my breakfast?” Diego asked. 

“Oh nothing, let’s just say I’ve already sent out the text for family dinner this weekend. Enjoy these last few meals cooked by your dutiful and loving wife. Your siblings are going to be the death of you,” You said dropping a kiss on his head. 

Diego watched you take your cup of tea and disappear into your bedroom and into the bathroom. Diego began shoveling the food into his mouth. This weekend was going to blow and he had nobody to blame but himself. 

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Headcanon...

Heisei Godzilla can death roll a lot like an alligator or crocodile in the water, and it’s brutal on whatever is in his jaws when he does.

He’s more likely to do it to submarines because it’s a quick way to rip it apart to get at the nuclear fuel inside. He can take out a sub as big as the USS Ohio this way and it won’t stand a chance.

There are 2 scenarios for how / when he will death roll something, and there’s a small difference between how he does it and how a croc or gator does it.

Godzilla is swimming towards a sub he sensed from miles away. His arms are at his sides and his body is as straight as he can make it so he moves through the water like a torpedo. He catches up to the sub, grabs it with his teeth— his jaws slam around it like a mouse trap— and rolls until the hull breaches or the sub comes apart. This is the death roll that mimics a crocodile.

Godzilla is walking or relaxing on the seafloor when a sub ventures too close. He lunges, grabs it with his clawed hands and bites down. Now he kicks off, tucks his arms against his sides and death rolls. He may bash the sub against the seafloor while he’s rolling.

He doesn’t do this to small subs because he can crush them like cans with his hands, so they don’t trigger his instinct to death roll.

Even scarier, this is one instance where Godzilla’s brain will temporarily ignore his vestibular sense (similar to how your brain ignores your fastest eye movements), so he can roll and roll and roll as long as it takes to rip a sub apart, and he won’t be dizzy afterward. He has no sense of up and down when he’s rolling, all he is focused on is Breaking The Thing.

Godzilla won’t eat the metal after the hull breaches. Once he breaks the submarine open, he grabs it with his hands and pulls it apart to get at the reactor or nuclear weapons it’s carrying.

You can tell when he death rolled a sub because he may leave a tooth behind and the metal pieces are twisted where his teeth punctured the hull.

So far, no submarines have survived a death roll by Godzilla, and nobody who saw him do it lived to tell about it.

For reference, here is a gator death roll both full speed and in slow motion.

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