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flamingpudding · 11 months

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DPxDC Family Week June 24 (Day 7)

Prompts: Distant Relatives | Engrave

A/N: This is what I believe some would call straight up crack :D

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

How do you tell your great great great great great (how many greats do you add when the child is the x-generation after about… how many years again? Danny had lost count) grand nephew that the ghost king, he just summoned, with an old family heirloom is his granduncle of many generations?

"Batman. Why does the pendant you gave me summon the fucking Ghost King?" Danny heard a familiar man in a trench coat say next to his nephew (he decided he needed to keep it simple there were too many greats to count)

The batman grunted glaring at the man, Danny blinked finally recognising the guy.

"Aren't you the guy who sold like a tenth of your soul to Ellie's spouse? I am sure I also heard Lucifer complaining that Mammon got more parts of your soul than he has." Danny mused as he looked down at them in his eldritch form. Noting how his nephew tensed as he got past that pathetic wall of protection.

Honestly all the protective engravings he had gifted his nephew and nieces through out generations were a hundred times better. How else would a place like Gotham survive on only Lady Gotham as spiritual protection from ghosts of the Ghost Zone and his former rogues that still liked to mess with his children, nephews and nieces? At least Jazz's branch of the family was safe from them this way. He had baby proofed the entire town or better every town a part of his branch family lived in.

"So, trading game, why did you summon me?" He would have liked to stay hidden, you know? The branch family had long forgotten their relation to the Ghost King and Danny had easily accepted that. His own child of chaos had not so much and preferred to play with the earth family branch but that's besides the point. They had used the pendant to summon him, with his own personal engraving. Did that mean they remembered or did his son let something slip to his cousin?

"Trading game." Someone snorted and for the first time since he got summoned Danny noticed the audience around him. His eldritch form did the equivalent to stunt blinking as he straightened up and took count of the children of his nephew. Baby Ghost, Baby Menace, Baby Stalker and Baby Stabby were there.

A gasp left his lips. A Baby Ghost was sick! In a puff of greenish smoke his eldritch form was dismissed and he changed to his favorite 20 years old Phantom form, rushing past his nephew and trading game.

"You poor baby! I didn't realize you were this sick! If I had known I would have done something way sooner!" He fretted as he inspected one of his nephew's babies, hovering around the boy poking and prodding the little guy, well little to him anyway.

"Who are you calling a baby?! Get your fucking hands of me!" Danny only hummed, patting the baby's head, only a little sad that he couldn't look at his face as Baby Ghost was wearing his favorite red explosive helmet and was on duty.

But on second thought seeing their cute little uniforms live was way better than when he had watched them through his ice mirrors. "Don't worry little Red Hood. You will be feeling a whole lot better soon. Your Uncle Danny will make sure of it."

"The fuck?" The sick baby probably looked at Danny like he had gone insane and the ghost king could only laugh. Good had it been long since he interacted with the earth branch family let alone humans. Maybe he should start accompanying his youngest to his visits to earth.

"Constantine! I thought the sigils were supposed to contain him!" He heard his nephew grunt and Danny grinned over his shoulder at them.

"My little nephew. I granted you way better engravings than this pathetic wall of protection." As if to prove a point he flew around the babies, stopping by the youngest and pulling his sword from him. There were gasps of shock as well as complaints and he couldn't help the laugh as little Baby Stabby tried to lunge at him but got held back by the eldest Baby Menace. He just held the sword towards his nephew and trading game as he held his palm against it and let his power flow. Soon the sigils he had placed on the sword as a homecoming present to the youngest baby, when he started living with his nephew, started to appear, glowing and shining.

"You… you engraved your sigils on things the bats own?!" Disbelieve clearly coloring the trench coats' voice as the man paled. His nephew appeared to be close to start brooding like he had seen him do a couple of times through the ice mirrors. Danny returned the sword, huffing amused how little Robin instantly inspected the sword again, the engravings no longer visible.

"Of course I did. I promised my sister a long time ago that I would always protect her children. Though the engravings were certainly hard to hide from one of your babies."

"Sister? Babies?" Baby Stalker aka Red Robin aka little Tim asked and Danny coed. This baby always reminded him of his best friend Tucker and he was glad to have a technology adept child in the family again.

"Yes your great great great uh…" he stopped thinking how many greats he needed to add and ended up sighing compromising with: "...your grandmother many generations ago."

"How many of our things did you engrave?" His nephew finally grunted out, trench coat guy definitely looking like he was having an aneurysm by now.

"Don't remember, decorations, jewelry, toys, weapons, I think I even engraved your belt buckle." The ghost king shrugged, he honestly didn't. Ellie liked to joke that he was way too protective of the earth branch with the amount of protective engravings and sigils he had put up for them without them even knowing. She was still a little cross with them when they started forgetting about their ghostly part of the family after Jazz died.

There was a distinctive frustrated sigh and for a second Danny did feel bad for his nephew. Maybe he should not have just simply spewed everything but he couldn't hold himself back when he saw the sick baby. He was protective of his family, sue him. At least he hadn't given any of his nephews potential mates a shovel talk yet, not like he had with Ellie's spouse anyway. Jazz had banned him from using Fright Knight's Soul Shredder on humans after he had mentally scared and traumatized her first boyfriend with it. Apparently the guy had been too weak to handle it and lay sick in bed for a while after his return from the nightmare realm.

That reminded him! Turning around he flew up to the sick baby again who flinched back from his touch. He ignored that and only made a calming thrilling noise, calling out to the baby's sick core.

"Get the fuck away-"

Poor baby must be suffering badly from uncontrolled anger and ghostly intermittent explosive disorder. No wonder he hadn't developed any of his powers yet. That Disorder tended to be violent, especially the ghostly kind. Carefully letting his power wash over the baby, Danny coaxed out the little underdeveloped core. Usually he would make sure to do these kinds of things for any of his children, nieces and nephews in a safe environment but this was an exception. It was a sick baby core that would receive long lasting damage if not treated.

Gasp resounded as the tiny core came out of the baby's chest, not wasting any time Danny refresh the ectoplasm in it and removed the corrupted one. He then sent the core back into the baby's chest patting him where it sunk back into the body.

"There you go! Should be all good now!" A second after he said it Danny blinked at all the weapons that were pointed at him. He flinched a little as Baby Menace let electricity spark near him.

"WAIT THAT IS THE GHOST KING YOU IDIOTS!" Trading game screamed, apparently finally waking up from whatever stupor he had been in.

"So? He did something to Todd. Who knows what that was." Danny cooed, he knew Baby Stabby cared, his own youngest was similar in that way, just more chaotic in his display of affection, which also earned him his title. Little Damian was also the most intune with ghostly etiquette next to Baby Ghost, considering the reason for the nickname Danny gave him.

"And he can destroy entire dimensions! Do you guys want to doom us all?!" Trench coat countered very much insistent that the babies pull back their weapons.

Danny in return only huffed in annoyance and rolled his eyes. Like he would destroy the home of the earth branch. That man was talking rather rudely to them and he was also stopping him from bonding with his nephews' babies. "Buzz of trading game. This is a family matter and if the babies want to bond then we will bond."

After a moment of consideration he added. "Also don't talk to them like that. They are royalty and I will not have you disrespect them."

With a wave of his hand a green portal opened below the man swallowing him. Being nice Danny decided to drop the man off in his own home. He was the one that taught his nephew how to use the pendant again after all. But he wanted to be left alone with his family. Before his nephew or the babies could panic he smiled brightly and said. "Don't worry I sent him home to his house of mysteries or whatever he calls it. So we can have some family time! Besides, my In-law wouldn't be happy if I harmed his contract even if his soul is a trading game among the demons…"

They all shared a look and seemed to take the ghost king's words for it. Especially as litte Jason finally got out of his shock, patting at his own chest and mentioning that he indeed did feel better. Saying that there was no Pit Madness in his mind anymore, huh so that's what the Disorder got called on earth.

They instantly questioned Danny of what he did to which their ghostly uncle only smiled at the once sick baby without answering. He would have Frostbite to take a second look soon though, just to be safe.

"You mentioned us to be royalty?" The gruff voice his nephew put on when on duty resounded and a warm smile spread across the ghost kings face to the wonder of the bat-clan present.

"I thought that information got passed down through all the generations like the summoning pendant." The ghost king tilted his head. "You do know your part of the Infinite Realms Royalty right?"

"We… are royalty? For real?" One of the babies slowly asked and Danny grinned at them.

"Of course you are. In fact, the little Baby Ghost here-" He flew up to Jason, the once sick baby and placed his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Is the fifth in line should neither my children, nore Ellie or her children want to take over the throne when I don't want it anymore and don't feel like bothering on waiting for someone to beat me in a succession battle."

"Red Hood is? Shouldn't it be like Batman or Robin?" Little Tim asked and Danny sadly shook his head.

"By earth standards, sure. Not by Ghost Zone standards though. They don't have a core, it would be different if they develop a core after death but right now? It's baby Hood here who is in line."

"So… to sum it up." The oldest baby started packing his weapons away and Danny felt just a little bit disappointed but the youngest had his sword out. So maybe a bit of bonding would still happen now that the earth branche knew about their relationship again.

"B is a descendant of your sister which makes him royalty and in turn all his children, blood and adopted equally? And Red Hood is even in line for the throne of another dimension because he has, what you call a core?"

"Yup." Danny popped the 'p', he was about to explain more considering his nephew had adopted quite the stoic look and the babies did appear to become slowly a little too overwhelmed. When a red portal opened and his own son decided to join the family reunion.

"Dad! What is taking you so long? Aunt Ellie is sending me to fetch you cause she thinks you're skipping your meeting with the observants again!"

"KLARION?!" Baby Stalker shouted and Danny blinked. Oh right, his own baby boy liked to bond with his cousin's babies. When was the last time his baby boy visited earth? Oh the babies were taking on fighting stances. How sweet of them! Even his nephew was tensing up and looked ready to fight.

"Baby Spook, are you here to bond with your cousin's again?" Sue him, he couldn't help the excitement. His little chaos was the most interested in playing with his earth branch family compared to everyone else in the ghost branch, including Ellie's children. They liked to mess with entire dimensions though and nearly caused at least three wars in the last ten years. They had also inherited Ellie's ire in regards to the earth branch forgetting their existence. That's why his youngest son had taken it upon himself to teach and bond with the little ones here.

"Bond?" Little Tim questioned while his son sighed.

"Beings of the Infinite Realms bond via fighting. How else are we going to teach babies how to protect themselves and become stronger?" The Lord of Chaos explained in exasperation like he was talking to a toddler. Considering their age differences he kind of was, Danny mused.

"Hold on, does that mean all the times you spent attacking was…?"

"Me bonding with you babies, yes. My siblings as well as older cousins aren't interested so of course that leaves me, the heir and superior cousin, to take care of our earth bound family."

"Even when you messed with the watchtower?"

Klarion arched an eyebrow at Batman. "Just because you are the oldest among the earthly doesn't mean you're any less of a toddler."

"Klarion." Danny warned, his cousins might be babies by ghost terms but that didn't mean he could act all arrogantly with them. Danny might have spoiled the boy since he was his youngest child but he surely had raised him better than that.

"No bonding today, Dad, you do have a meeting scheduled." A sigh left his lips, he guessed it was time to return. The disappointment must have been written all over the ghost king's face as his son huffed in amusement. "Maybe next time, Dad. You can come alone… if you get away from the observants."

"Alright, alright." Agreeing, Danny flew over to the summoning cycle and picked up the pentant before floating to his nephew.

The boy took a step back from him but Danny just smiled and continued forward, placing the pendant around Batman's neck. "My calling card, little nephew. We don't exactly have phones in the Infinite Realms. So use that to call me any time, though now that you guys got reminded about your relation to me I will make sure to come visit more often and not just watch and protect you from the other side."

"See you later Amadillos"

"Bye Bye Baby Bats!"

With that he didn't leave his nephew and the babies time to respond as he opened a portal and he and his son returned to the Infinite Realms, where an angry Ellie was waiting for him. Oh boy…

Meanwhile the bat clan exchanged looks slowly digesting the information dump that had just happened. They had just wanted to have Constantine check on the engraving they had on a family heirloom that happened to be similar to one that was found on an ancient egyptian summon plate and had caused some rather dangerous events.

Who would have thought that the Ghost King himself would tell them that they were apparently related and royalty in another dimension?

"I am so going to rub it in Roy's face that I am Royalty." Red Hood broke the silence.

"I always knew I was of royal descent." Robin added holding himself even prouder than before.

"Am i the only one losing my shit here that B and Robin are apparently blood related to Klarion? Also… just a warning I am going to start digging into the Family tree now." Red Robin informed with a glint in his eyes hidden behind his mask. He was definitely not asking for permission to do so.

"The Ghost King kept calling us babies though." Nightwing sounded amused, watching at how his brothers were taking the news and wondered how the rest of the family would react.

While Batman on the other hand was brooding and appeared to be severely constipated, probably thinking of all the worst case scenarios and most likely trying to figure if he needed a contingency plan for their newly discovered interdimensional family or not.

John Constantine on the other hand awoke back in his home and let out a long and suffering groan with the new knowledge he gained. Apparently the ghost king's in-law had a contract with him and now he also couldn't even be rude to the bats anymore because they were royalty and he would be screwed and potentially risk his entire existence should the Ghost King take offense. He was fucked the next time he had to deal with the bat-clan again.

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 3 months

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need a scene where Charlie's visiting Carmilla looking to convince her into doing more active support, and Vaggie's in the background checking out a new angelic weapon drop, piping up occasionally like-

Vaggie: “This one's also fake”

Carmilla: “(sigh) I'll need to get an explanation for that.”

Vaggie: “Can i watch?”

Carmilla: “You can do the honors if you like.”

Charlie: “NO killing.”

Vaggie: “Aww sweetie of course no killing. We wanna see the weapon drops improve, not die off.”

Charlie: “Good! That’s good. Jussst checking.”

Carmilla: “A sharp spear and a mind for business. I can see why you made her your hotel manager.”

Charlie: “Oh she's a lot less stabby back at the hotel!”

Vaggie: (tries and fails to look like this is true)

Carmilla: "Really."

Charlie: “....She's, SLIGHTLY less stabby back at the hotel…?”

Vaggie: (Can'tEvenDenyIt.jpeg)

Carmilla: “Then I’m impressed you have any guests still living there.”

Charlie: “We’ve had some close calls.”

Vaggie: “HA! They wouldn’t have just been ‘close’ if I’d had a few of THESE bad boys on me.”

Charlie: "...."

Charllie: “… you know what? Maybe we should hold off on the whole weapons deal for now. Maybe we’re good on weapons.”

Vaggie: “Wh- but- Charlie!"

Carmilla: “Are you sure? You’ve been pushing for this deal all week.”

Vaggie: “Sweetie noooo, LOOK AT THIS THING! Think of the range I’d have- the blunt force trauma- the blood loss-”

Charlie: “I’m thinking one former exorcist in the hotel is weapons enough, actually.”

Vaggie: “-and I have WINGS again now! Can you imagine slinging a spiked ball and chain around while airborne-”

Carmilla: “Yes. I see your point.”

Vaggie, being lovely led out of the weapons storeroom by Charlie, making sad puppy eyes at all the angel slaying weapons she's leaving behind, hurriedly whispering "save the ball and chain for me Miss Carmine? please??" to a mildly amused Carmilla as she sees them out

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #carmilla carmine #charlie morningstar #chaggie #charlie and the risk assessment between arming the hotel too little and arming her girlfriend a little too /much/

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rollingsins · 1 year

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all hers, part viii

summary: Wes is acting weird. Weirder than usual. Ghostface!Tara

warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, possessive behaviors, murder of an established character.

word count: 4k

a/n: peep the murder warning for this one, thought we’d get stabby again ;) as always, thanks so much for the love and let me know what you want to see next!

Wes is acting weird. Weirder than usual.

You’ve felt it ever since the night of Amber’s party. He had always been one of Tara’s quieter friends. Shy, almost. But he was sweet, and he’d always had a lot in common with Tara. They both liked those awful, gory horror movies. Video-games. They had the same taste in food and in books. In fact, out of all of Tara’s friends, you think you liked Wes the most. He’d been the first to welcome you into the group when you’d started dating Tara, and he always went out of his way to make you feel like you belonged.

But over the past week he’d been acting even stranger.

It had started in the cafeteria on Monday, when you’d arrived late to lunch and climbed into your usual spot in Tara’s lap. He’d watched you close as you’d kissed her softly, fed her the last of your grapes. He was just lonely, you figured. He wanted a girlfriend of his own, maybe.

But then Tuesday he’d looked down at your entwined hands in the hall and made a face. Something you couldn’t quite place in his expression.

Wednesday he’d left the table the moment you and Tara sat down.

And Thursday he spent the entire biology lesson staring at the back of Tara’s head. And something clicked.

“Wes has a crush on you.” You tell Tara that night. She’s in the kitchen, one hand stirring the potatoes, the other minding the chicken. You’d been thinking about it all afternoon. Stewing about it all afternoon. The idea of him and her made your stomach writhe with hot, wanton jealousy.

Tara looks up at you for a moment. Then, she quirks her eyebrow and snorts.

“It’s not funny.” You tell her, smacking her arm gently.

“Why on earth would you think that?” She asks. She’s amused, you can tell by the sparkle in her eyes. You’re not laughing.

“I caught him staring at you today.” You say, “All through biology. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

She stirs the chicken, a smile playing on her lips.

“Maybe he was daydreaming.” She suggests, a little wry.

“Babe. He wasn’t daydreaming. He was staring. He has a crush on you.”

Tara puts down her spoon, reaches for you.

“Wes doesn’t have a crush on me,” Tara assures. She pulls you into her, presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “He’s like my brother. You have nothing to worry about.”

She makes her point with a kiss. Strokes the hair out of your eyes.

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” You mumble. You feel hot, a little tingly. It had been hard for you at first to understand why Tara got so angry when she thought someone liked you. You think you understand it now. Anger burns under your skin. Anger towards him.

“Stop worrying.” She kisses you once more. Retracts to go back to her cooking, “Wes is harmless. And he doesn’t like me. I’ve known him forever.”

It feels unfair, the way she’s allowed to brush this off so easily. Your mind can’t help but wander. Dan. Sam. Sadie. Chase. Amber. All with one thing in common.

“If he had a crush on me, you’d have killed him by now.” You don’t often bring it up, the elephant in the room. It was unspoken between you. Like if you didn’t talk about it, it didn’t exist.

Tara looks up at you. She isn’t smiling anymore.

“That’s different.” She says, quiet. Your lip twitches.

“How?”

“You know how.”

You do know how. She’d explained it, one night when you were entwined and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. The Rage, she’d called it. She described the feeling. Hot, ever-present, like burning bright fury coursing through her veins.

“Well, maybe that’s how I’m feeling right now.”

It feels like a low blow, the moment the words leave your lips. If you were honest, you had no idea what The Rage felt like. This was something different. Something less. Insecurity, maybe. Jealousy. You didn’t want Wes thinking of your girlfriend the way only you were supposed to.

“So what are you saying?” Tara asks, “You want to kill him? You want me to kill him?”

You hesitate a moment.

“No. Of course not.”

“Good.” She says. There’s tension in her shoulders. She stirs the potatoes, a little more violently, “Because I won’t. He’s my friend.”

She points her spatula at you, accusingly, “And besides, you made me promise-”

“I know.” You cut her off. Rub your eyes, “I’m sorry. Forget it. I don’t know why I said that.”

You lean into her, press your forehead to her shoulder. She’s tense. You press your lips to the back of her neck, trying to soothe her. Trying to apologize.

“You’re right, he was probably daydreaming.” You say and she relaxes.

Wes isn’t in school the next day. It’s still there in the back of your mind, the idea that he wants your girlfriend. You try to shake it, the horrible feeling of suspicion that seeps into your bones. He has no chance with her even if he does like her, you tell yourself, She loves you. She wants you.

If nothing else you can believe that.

It’s Friday, date night, and Tara’s taking you out to a new place that opened up a couple of towns over. You want to wear something special, look nice for her, so you insist she drives you back to your house so you can grab your outfit after school. She parks in her usual spot, down a small side street so your dad doesn’t see her and switches off the engine.

“I’ll only be five minutes.” You tell her, leaning over the console of the car to kiss her, “Thanks, baby.”

And you exit the car and dash up to the house.

Your dad isn’t home, a small blessing, so you make your way upstairs and rifle through your closet, looking for the dress you want.

Not a minute later, someone is ringing your doorbell.

When you answer, it’s Wes standing at the door.

He looks terrible. Dark circles under his eyes. He’s jittery, nervous. He swallows when he sees you.

“YN.” His voice is serious, “Can I come in?”

This is it, you think as he plays with the can of soda you’ve offered him, he’s about to tell me he’s going to make a play for my girlfriend.

He’s refused your offer to sit down so you stand, watching as he paces back and forth through your kitchen.

Your stomach writhes, that familiar feeling of jealousy sinking in.

Tara will rebuff him.

It’s that voice in your head, trying to calm you.

But then again, what if she doesn’t?

Wes sits. Flattens his hands on the table. His knee is bouncing, nervous. He looks as though he might throw up.

“I have to tell you something.”

You blink back at him. Grit your teeth.

“Alright.”

You wait, but he takes a minute. Decent of him to pay you a visit, you think briefly, as decent as a person could be when he’s about to try and steal your girlfriend from you. Your mind flashes to all those times he’d been with her alone. Taking her to the cinema to watch whatever latest slasher was showing. Talking for hours with her about the importance of elevated horror over a plate of fries at the local diner. You wonder if that’s how he’d fallen for her. A beautiful girl talking animatedly with him about a bunch of teenagers who’d been carved up by a masked killer.

If only he knew.

“I don’t want you to freak out.” Wes says. His eyes are wide, earnest. “I’ve thought really long and hard about this and I wanted to come here first. You deserve the truth.”

He runs a hand through his bleached hair. He’s handsome, you suppose. You could see the appeal. They’d make an attractive couple. Your heart clenches painfully at the thought.

Tara loves you. Tara’s killed for you. Tara doesn’t want him.

The voice is back. You’re grateful for it. Wes could tell Tara he wanted her until he was blue in the face, it wouldn’t make a lick of a difference.

“Wes-” You say. You think for a moment, trying to pick your words carefully, “I know what you’re going to say. And-”

“You don’t.” Wes says. His leg is bouncing again, “Please, YN. I need to get this out now or I won’t be able to say it.”

You stare.

“Do you remember that party a few weeks back? The night Amber died?” His voice is shaky, uneven. You frown. That’s when Wes realized he was in love with Tara? The night one of his best friends was being murdered?

“Of course.” You say.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. You look down at it, see Tara’s name flash across the screen.

almost done babygirl? not getting any younger over here.

“Is that Tara? Don’t answer it.” Wes says, voice urgent. “Please.”

You put your phone on the counter.

“Wes, I have dinner reservations. Whatever you need to say-”

“My mom has this theory.” He interrupts, “I’ve overheard her talking about before. The attacks, they’re not random. They’re all connected.”

Something niggles at you in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m confused.” You say, “What are we talking about?”

“Amber made a pass at you that night.” Wes continues on as if he didn’t hear you, “In front of all of us, do you remember?”

Your stomach flips. Wes is staring at you, his eyes wild. Suddenly, you think you’ve got everything wrong.

“Yes.” You say, voice low, “So what?”

“Sadie was your ex-girlfriend. Chase was your best friend.” Wes says, “Everyone knew he liked you. Including Tara.”

The room’s getting smaller, closing in. You press your hand to the counter, suddenly wishing you’d sat down.

“The other two - I don’t know, maybe they liked you. Maybe you had a thing with one of them at some point.” He’s rambling but you can barely hear him. “I think they were killed because they liked you. Same with Sadie, same with Chase, same with Amber.”

The blood’s rushing to your head. You grip the counter so hard your fingers turn white.

Wes doesn’t seem to notice. He takes another shaky breath, looks you straight in the eyes.

“I think Ghostface is killing people who are connected to you.” He says. “YN, I think Tara is Ghostface.”

The room spins. The hair on the back of your neck rises tall. Every atom in your body courses thick, fast, in a mesh of panic and fear and confusion.

He knows.

His eyes are wide, desperate to convince you.

“Please don’t panic.” He says. He rises, reaches for you. His hands press hard around your forearms. Your face is white, he must see how you look as if you might pass out.

“I know it sounds crazy. I know it’s a shock. But I’m certain. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t certain.”

Your mouth opens, then closes. You have questions, so many questions. You want to know how he knows, what he knows. You want to know everything. You don’t know how to ask.

“Have you told anyone else?” The most pressing question spills from your mouth before you can stop it. His mom is the sheriff, god, his mom is the sheriff. If she knows it’s over. Tara will be in a cell by sunset.

He shakes his head, wildly, “No. I wanted to come to you first. I wanted to keep you away from her before she could hurt you too.”

You exhale. You can’t hide your relief. He catches it, his eyes knit tight in confusion.

“YN, do you understand what I just told you? Tara is Ghostface.”

You take a breath. Look him in the eye. Wes is sweet. He’s nice. And Tara is his friend. You can talk him down, you know you can.

“Wes, that’s-” You take a shaky breath, “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

He stares at you, shakes his head.

“No, no it’s not. YN-”

“Tara is not Ghostface.” You tell him firmly, “She’s my girlfriend. She’s your friend.”

“It’s her, YN. I’m sure. Think about it. Where was she, that night that Amber died?” He’s staring at you, searchingly, desperate to convince you.

“She was with me.” You insist, “She drove me home. I stayed with her, in her bed. She was with me the whole night. If she had left, I would have known.”

Something flickers behind his eyes. His eyebrows knit tight in confusion.

“She didn’t drive you home.” He says, voice a little flat. “I saw Sam pick you up. I watched Tara put you in the car.”

Your heartbeat pounds. Idiot, you think, of course he saw you. why did you lie?

The look in your eyes is all he needs. His blue eyes blink back at you as he pieces it together. Hurt, confusion, realization.

“Oh my god.” He says, as it dawns on him, “You already know. You already know it’s her.”

Your fingers grip white on the countertop. You swallow hard.

“Wes. You’re confused. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He backs away from you slowly, runs his fingers through his bleach blonde hair.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this. Are you in on it with her?” He’s staring at you with wide eyes. He’s scared.

“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“Wes, calm down.” You reach for him but he jerks back away from you. “Wes.”

Your mind races. In all your effort to unravel his theory, you’d only confirmed it more. Tara flashes through your mind. Her sweet smile. Dark, chocolate-eske eyes. Freckle-kissed face.

You think of Wes driving madly to the police station, pointing the finger at her. You think of the Sheriff pulling up to Tara’s house in a squad car and dragging her away in handcuffs.

You think of Tara in a cell. Tara in an orange jumpsuit. The smack of the Judge’s gavel as he declares he guilty and locks her away for life. Far away from Woodsboro. Far away from you.

You’re thinking of her when you grab the knife.

It happens in a flash. Wes launches himself at the door, trying to make a break for it. Adrenaline rushes through you. The handle is cool around your palm as you wrap your fingers around it. You surge forward, grab the back of Wes’ shirt and tug him towards you. In a panicked, heavy swing, you thrust the knife forward and sink it into Wes’ back.

He cries out, stumbles forward onto the carpet. The knife is lodged deep between his shoulder blades. You don’t think, you act. Rush forward and take the handle between your fingertips. He yells out again as you pull the blade out. Thrust it forward once more, then twice, then three times until his whimpering is dying down and your hands are coated thick with his blood.

He falls limp beneath you, face down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Your hands shake as the knife clatters to the fall.

Over the blood in your ears, you hear your phone buzzing.

You stumble backwards, grab it from the kitchen counter. It’s Tara, her smiling face looks back at you as you coat the phone bloody.

“Five minutes my ass.” Her voice is light, she’s teasing, “Maybe I need to buy you a watch.”

“Tara.” You whimper into the phone. Your hands are shaking. You stare down at Wes’ bloodied body.

He stares back at you, lifeless. Dead.

“Baby?” You hear the concern in her voice, “What’s wrong?”

“Tara,” You gasp into the phone. You feel dizzy, like you might pass out, “Tara, please you have to come, I’ve done something really bad. Tara-”

“Don’t move, I’ll be right there. Stay on the line with me, sweetheart. Tell me what happened.”

But you can’t, you don’t even know it yourself. It’s all a blur. The shake of Wes’ knee, his blue eyes earnest, worried. Fearful as he backed away from you. Glassy now as he stares back at you. Tears roll down your face as you sob into the phone.

By the time you hear the front door open, you’ve sunken down into the floor, wide-eyed, clutching the phone in your hands as you look at the sight in front of you.

When she enters, you watch as she freezes. Blood splattered across the floor. On the ceiling. All over you. Wes’ lifeless body at the center. Her eyes linger on him, wide and mournful.

“Baby. What have you done?”

“I had no choice.” You feel tears spill from your eyes. The awful metallic smell of blood permeates from your red hands. “He knew, Tara, he knew.”

She’s moving over to you, kneeling down to your level. You sob as you feel the warmth of her on you, her fingers on your face, brushing your blood soaked hair out of your eyes, on your shoulders, tugging you into her.

“He knew what, baby?”

She takes your hands, looking for something, inspecting. Cuts, maybe. There’s no point. It’s all his blood.

You choke back a sob. She pulls you in close.

“He knew you were Ghostface.” You say, tears are streaming thick and fast down your face now, “He came here to tell me. He didn’t know I knew.”

Your voice shakes, “He was going to go to the police, I had no choice-”

“Oh, honey.” She pulls you into her, nestles her hand in your hair. You choke back a sob. Press your face to her chest. Her scent, her arms around you soothe you instantly. But you don’t deserve it, you don’t deserve her comfort. You just killed somebody.

“Tara, what did I do?”

“Hey. It’s alright.” Her hands are either side of your face, cupping your cheeks. “It’s going to be okay.”

She presses a long kiss to your lips. Your lips quiver against hers.

“It’s all going to be okay.” She murmurs as she pulls back. You feel her take charge, “You’re going to go and get into the shower. Wash your hair. Scrub under your nails. Put the clothes you’re wearing in a plastic bag and wait for me upstairs, okay? I’m going to clean this up.”

A fresh wave of tears falls thick down your face.

“Tara-”

“Baby. I need you to be strong for me now. Okay? Tell me what you’re going to do.”

You swallow. Her voice is urgent, her eyes flitting between yours.

“Baby.”

“I’m going to shower. I’m going to wash my hair and scrub under my nails. And then I’m going to put my clothes in a plastic bag and wait for you upstairs.”

She kisses you.

“Good girl.” She murmurs against your lips, “That’s my good girl. It’s all going to be okay, sweetheart.”

You shudder as she retracts.

“Where’s your dad? What time will he be home?”

You didn’t even think about him. Panic swells in your chest, fills your eyes.

“I don’t know. God, Tara, if he comes home and sees this-”

Her hands grip firm around your shoulders.

“Shh. It’s okay. Don’t panic. Just think. Where is he usually on a Friday? What time does he finish work?”

You blink, struggle as you think hard.

“Friday drinks.” You say, finally, “He goes to that bar on 2nd with his work friends. He’s not home until like eight.”

“Good.” Tara says. She presses a kiss to your forehead, “See? Everything will be fine. Now go upstairs, and do exactly what I said.”

You try not to think.

You shower, exactly like she said. Put your clothes in a bag and leave them on the bathroom floor.

Then you slip into one of Tara’s old hoodies and curl up into your duvet and press your eyes closed. Try not to think about how Wes had felt under you as you drove your knife into him. Try not to think about his screams.

She doesn’t come up for a while. You hear her down there, moving around. You can smell the bleach wafting up the staircase. Finally, after what seems like hours she’s moving into the bathroom and turning on the water.

She’s naked when she emerges, drops her towel and rifles through your wardrobe for an outfit. Slips on a pair of your sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“What did you do with him?” Is the first thing you say. Salt on your lips from the tears. You can still taste the metallic twang of his blood.

“Don’t worry about that. Come on sweetheart, we’re leaving.” She pulls you up out of bed, wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.”

The kitchen is immaculate. Scrubbed down, perfectly clean. Almost like it never happened. There’s a large suitcase by the door when you get down the stairs. You stop in your tracks. Your heart drops.

“Tara, is he in there?”

Her hands are strong on your back as she leads you forward.

“Yes he’s in there. It’s broad daylight, sweetheart. It was the only way.”

You didn’t even think about the logistics. The clean-up. The neighbors. The body. The body that was inside your Dad’s suitcase.

“What are you going to do with him?” Bile rises in your throat. Tara rubs your back, presses her lips to the side of your head.

“It’s better if you don’t know, babe. Come on, let’s get in the car.” She tries to pull you forward, but you resist.

“Tara. I want to know.”

She stares at you for a long moment.

“I’m going to wait until it’s really late and then I’m going to drive out to the river and dump him in it.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stand. She doesn’t allow you a moment longer to think.

“Baby. Come on.”

The drive home feels like a dream. You stare out through the windshield, trying to blink back your tears. Her hand grips yours tight over the center console. The radio blares some pop song. Kids play in the street. Grief washes through you. Grief you caused yourself.

Tara helps you out of the car, half carries you upstairs to her bedroom. You can’t stop thinking about him. He’d been here only a couple of weeks ago, laughing and smiling and smoking weed in the living room. The lump in your throat aches at the thought.

You curl up under Tara’s covers. Breathe deep, trying to surround yourself in her scent. You feel her tuck herself into you, arms wrapping tight around your waist, not an inch of space between you. Her lips ghost the back of your neck.

“Are you hungry?” She’s murmuring, “I’m going to order us some food.”

“We’ve missed our reservation.” You say, a million miles away. You could have been there by now. Sharing a plate of sushi and holding her hand over the table.

“We’ll go next week.” She promises, as if things are perfectly normal and there isn’t a body in a suitcase in the trunk of her car. As if it isn’t your fault he’s in there.

“His mom’s going to be so upset.” You can’t stop the tears from flooding over now. You’d met Wes’ mom once. Judy, the town sheriff. She was a hard ass. And she loved her son with everything she had. Tara squeezes you tight.

“Don’t think about that, honey.”

“I’m an awful person.” You whimper.

“No you’re not. You did what you had to do.” Her voice is firm, “You were protecting me. The way I protect you.”

She kisses your neck. You close your eyes, try not to think. Feel the beat of her heart, the warmth of her body pressed against you. The sweet smell of her shampoo. Coconut, you think, coconut and vanilla.

“If you didn’t do what you did, I’d be gone now. I’d be locked away. They’d take me far away from you.”

At that, you turn in her arms. Lean up to kiss her, fierce.

“Nobody’s taking you from me.” You say. You lock your hands around her neck, brush your nose against hers. “Nobody.”

Not Wes, and certainly not Judy. You’d die without her. You’d kill to keep them from her. She’s yours. She belongs with you.

Your heartbeat steadies, slightly. You take a shaky breath as you look into the warm brown of her eyes. Brush your fingertips over the spatter of freckles across her nose. She’s everything to you. She’s more important than anyone else. Anything else.

“Nobody.” She affirms.

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Omg the x transmigrated reader was AWESOME.

I absolutely love it , thank you so much for doing it!

I didn't mind the wait really, you have your own life and thing's to do ! (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Would you mind doing a part 2? Meeting Lucifer and the angels maybe. (Adam,lute etc.. when charlie went to heaven.)

Do I need to describe the reader?? You can leave it blank as " h/c " "e/c" ( h/c meaning hair color and e/c meaning eye color. )

Have a good day and don't stress yourself 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Hiya! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I can absolutely do a part two!! I feel I owe it to you since the last one is so short but i’m really glad it’s whatcha wanted :) hopefully i also do this one justice

Characters present: Charlie; Vaggie; Nifty; Alastor; Husk; Lucifer; Adam; Lute; Sera; Emily (With the focus being on mainly Charlie; Vaggie; Lucifer; Lute; Adam; Sera and emily)

Part 1

Summary: You’ve spent about a week in hell and easily fell into place and routine. It was like a cheat code for life knowing everything that came next, and you made it your mission to meet the angels with Charlie

Warnings: Male Reader, Male pronouns, reader is a goat, implied to be tall, POSSIBLY OOC angels, reader kinda flirted with lute? i couldn’t help it love her teehee, loosely follows plotline but could be holes, cussing, possibly rushed because dude i was literally obsessed with the idea i needed to get it out, let me know if i missed anything! oh and not proofread so sorry luvs xx

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“Couldn’t you just use you magic to bring these in Al?” You grunted setting the last box of supplies down. Alastor hummed flatly, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s more entertaining watching you lug those boxes up all those stairs!”

You gave him cut eye as he laughs, snapping his fingers disappearing to, god only knows where. Taking out a pad and pen from your back pocket, you wrote down all the stock you bought from the store- per Charlie’s request. As you did so your ear twitched picking up the faint sound of tiny pit pats from a certain cherry haired cyclops running around manically.

It wasn’t long before she came barrelling into the kitchen, you however were too occupied to mind her; staying bent over the kitchen counter writing all that you had bought. Nifty without asking, scaled your body, gripping your (h/c) hair and deeply inhaling. Looking up from the paper your hand ceased its writing in shock and confusion.

“Nif, what in the great fuck are you doin?” You asked in disbelief, she only cackled muttering to herself about bad boys and bad… bugs? “Hey can you do me a favour stabby?” You ask grabbing her gently off the nape of your neck and plopping her down below.

She stood at attention, hand in salute before shouting; “Sir yes sir!” You clapped your hands together huffing out a laugh. “Alright, good energy, would you mind helping me out by putting these things away. It’s all food for our patrons and stuff, i gotta go find Charlie and tell her what we couldn’t and could get.”

Nifty once again saluted before zipping around you in a blur. Cautiously you walked off trying to avoid the little speed demon as she zoomed around the kitchen. Once in the lobby you noticed, well a lot, the whole room was decorated, and there hung a banner with ‘welcum home daddy’, which you knew what that meant.

A little pep put in your step you trotted up to Husk at the bar. “Want a drink?” He immediately asked, looking over at you as soon as you got within reaching distance of the bar. You shook your head. “Nah, I wanted to ask if you know where Charlie was? It’s about stock, and i’ve got left over cash,”

Humming the cat shook his head eyebrows raised high. “Good luck with that one kid, she’s up there tryna convince the king to get her into heaven. You could try though, lord knows you will anyway.”

Although his voice was bored and tired, face looking as though he’d just been through hell. Thankfully he grinned at you calming the insecure thoughts that unwelcomingly entered your mind about him being annoyed at your appearance. Perhaps if it was your old life you wouldn’t have cared, but these characters, sinners, people, they were cherishable to you in a indescribable way, and you didn’t want them disliking you.

And that could be arguably unhealthy, but you saw a demon with the head of a chair carrying around their partner -you think?, it’s safe to assume you don’t have to worry about mental wellness and emotional instability or healthy decision making; it’s hell duh.

After waving goodbye to Husk you trotted up the stairs, hooves pounding against the wood a noise you’d recently gotten used to. As you stepped down the hall you wondered if Alastor had already threatened Husk, it would make sense as to why he disappeared while you unboxed, and why Husk seemed so down and out.

You tried to ignore how upset that made you, but realistically you weren’t any match for Al, you may be knowledgeable about the future, but that made you far from immortal or combat savvy. You had to be a little more calculated with situations like that.

Recognizing the voices of Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer in the distance, you excitedly sped up. Eyes locked on the balcony door, you breathed deeply not wanting to look like a babbling fan boy over the king of hell.

Standing up straight you opened the balcony door, effectively stopping Lucifers railing rant as he hung himself over the edge. “Oh my gosh! This is him, dad! The guy i told you about, dad this is YN, YN, my dad: Lucifer!” Charlie exclaimed happily pushing the king of hell toward you.

His face was turned up in disgust, but you were too enthralled to care, instead you gave him an easy smile sticking out your hand. “It’s so nice to meet you Lucifer, and I apologize Charlie for barging in and interrupting; I came to tell you about to produce I bought.”

Lucifer took your hand shaking it firmly, slowly a smiled appeared. “Ah well, well, uh, you… i mean look at you! You’re huge huh, uh i’ve never seen a goat in hell! Aha, y’know, aside from… me.” Lucifer trailed, pitch raising and dropping rapidly as he observed your looming presence.

Charlie discreetly nudged her father for being so blunt, but you shrugged it off deciding to sway the conversation slightly. “So I just got back from the store, I got everything we needed for the hotel, food wise, aside from toilet paper, Niftys putting everything away. The only thing i didn’t restock was liquor, let’s let Alastor handle that one.”

Vaggie humphed, giving a rare approving smile and nod, involving herself in the conversation after being casted aside to herself. “It’s nice having someone actually spend the money on stuff we ask for.” Charlie tsked at her before focusing back on you and her dad.

“What do you think of this hotel?” Lucifer asked skeptically circling you. Charlie shook her head at her fathers antics but said nothing. “I think it’s possible, why shouldn’t it be.” You say, giving Charlie a sharped tooth smile. Lucifer put his finger and thumb under his chin, he hummed at you, look back at Charlie but he seemed to be elsewhere.

“I think we need a good word in, and some good marketing. No one likes a commercial or ad, y’know.” You add trying to sway Lucifers contemplative thinking into believing in her. After all you don’t think you could do another musical number.

Sighing and lurching forward, Lucifer smiled back at you then to Charlie.

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You waited in the lobby checking your watch occasionally, impatiently waiting for Charlie and Vaggie to meet you. You spent a good deal of time talking to Charlie and Vaggie about the things they could say to the angels that you ended up being invited along for the trip. Charlie’s reasonings were that you were a good example of a goodness in hell, which you could agree with but part of that was because you may have not belong.

Needless to say that admittedly was not how you saw yourself weaselling your way into the venture, but eh, didn’t matter to you. You had one of your freshest suits on, compliments of Alastor, your hair styled perfectly after much fighting for the proper look you were seeing angels after all, cologne freshly spritzed and wafting off your body; you felt excited and your readiness reflected that.

Lucifer entered the lobby with a poof, being the one to conjure the portal to heaven. Smiling at him, he returned it and strolled his way to you, swinging his cane. Slamming it down he leaned forward supporting himself with the apple handled of said cane.

Sniffing the air almost comically he hummed approvingly. “That smells, so fucking good!” The exclaimation went straight to your ego immediately feeling better about your decisions with frangrance choice. “Thank you, it’s one similar to my favourites when i was alive.”

Lucifer nodded looking up at you, you could see vulnerability in his eyes briefly before his eyes darted away. “Can you do me a solid? Please,” Lucifer asked quietly stretching upward toward you. Hands in your pants pockets you leaned over just slightly as to not disrespect him and his height, but to get a little closer to him. “Protect Charlie, and Maggie-“

“Vaggie.” You correct quietly. The king shook his head hand coming upward. “Yeah her- anyways, please while your there use your frightening, uh, form, to keep her safe please. I can’t go up there and I’m loosing my mind with worry!”

Lucifer grabbed the rim of his hat pulling it over his face as he stressed no doubt catastrophizing things slightly. “Don’t worry Luce, from goat man to goat man, i got you. Charlie is pretty bright and i do believe she’s got this in the bag. I’m glad you could give her this opportunity as well, i know it’s hard. Good job.” You praised clapping Lucifer on the back, he looked up at you a fog seemingly cleared from his mind.

He thanked you with a new look in his eyes, appreciation for your words was definitely evident in them as well. Without further ado, Charlie came skipping down the stairs, Vaggie way less excited than her girlfriend but that’s understandable. Things always got worse before they got better and it’s not different for Vaggies fallen angel situation.

After a few short hours of travel, another musical introduction, you’d finally got to the place you would be staying. You lingered in the hall, waiting for Charlie to skip on out, maybe you could lessen the brunt for Vaggie. For you it was a show playing out, but for her, momentarily her world will feel crushed and confused and you didn’t want someone you could relate with going through such a thing.

Watching as the door swung open, you backed off into the shadows hoping you wouldn’t notice you, and once she was out of sight you knocked on their door. Opening the door, Vaggie stood there meek and shy looking, and gazing behind her you knew why.

There stood Lute and Adam tall and sharp. “Ouu a throuple interesting.” Adam says slyly smiling, Vaggie visibly cringed at that. “Who the fuck is this guy now!” Lute exclaimed grabbing at Vaggie.

Adam scoffed at Lute muttering at her to chill the fuck out, and thankfully she did stepping off from her attack position. “I came to see how Vaggies doing, who’re you?” You asked faux confusion feeling bubbles of excitement in your stomach, mischief brewing in your mind. “Uh duh, Adam the first fucking man, shit what’s with you losers.”

Adam was clearly pissed off, at your invasion but you didn’t intend to back off, instead you walked in beside Vaggie. You don’t remember them just appearing in the room when you were watching the show, but perhaps your mind is confused a bit.

It’s been awhile since you got here. “I, you filthy demon, am Lute,” You interrupted her finger pointed her way. “As in short for lieutenant?” Adam snickered and Vaggie pulled at you. “Please leave they, we, have to have a talk.” Looking towards Adam, Lute and then Vaggie, you decided the best thing to do was let it all play out.

With a prompt nod you turned to the door. “I’ll wait outside then.” Adam pushed Vaggie away from the door, he grabbed it and pointed a finger at you. “I won’t lie dude, you look fucking sick, hard shit, but next time you look at me fucking sideways, i will rock your shit. I am the literal MAN.” Slamming the door in your face you were greeted with silence.

Well for a moment. You could begin to hear Adam compliment your form toward Lute, saying they needed “horns like that” because they were “way more wicked”. It did strike your ego ever so slightly, in a way you suppose you and Adam could get along. You did enjoy guitar, and you wouldn’t mind knocking him down a peg for a little enjoyment. Plus, he lost his first loves literally made solely for him, you could sympathize with that heartbreak and how it changes you.

You weren’t shocked to hear the point of the conversation turn manipulative, as Adam threatened to tell Charlie that Vaggie was a fallen. You knew all their backstories though, you knew how this would go, so it almost felt fake pretending. It’s not that you didn’t feel for the emotions they felt because you truly did, you just new how momentarily it would be in the grand schemes of things.

The only problem seemed to be, when the show ends, do you end too? Would you then suddenly thrusted out of this world, become a part of it? You weren’t sure you wanted to think about that.

Hearing the door open, your head slowly and lazily swayed toward the sound watching Adam exit the room with Lute, only to have the door slammed on their heels. “Pft, on the rag.” Adam muttered hands on his hips, then his eyes travelled towards you. “The fuck are you doing, spying around?” Lute accused eyes hard as they lassered into your soul.

Your mouth shrugged and you shook your head no. Lute however didn’t let up stepped up to you making you cast your eyes down to her. You smiled mischievously at her, it was so cool seeing her yellow eyes stare into your (e/c) ones for real, not just some 2D colours on LEDs.

“I can smell the filth from a mile away. Whatever you and that antichrist have planned i will not stop until i sniff it out.” Lute gritted out angrily, Adam sticking up the bird in the background. Scoffing you shook your head. “Whatever pretty thing, i mean no harm,” You put your hands up defensively before continuing. “I only come for business. Trust, I and especially Charlie mean no harm. Heh, and i think you know Vaggies innocent.”

Lutes mouth hung open as Adam ‘aha’d pointing a finger out you. “You fucking freak! You were spying. Pound it.” Adam at first screamed than calmed down a coy smile present on his face. Lute groaned frustratingly at Adam. “We will fucking end you filthy sinners. We need to go!” Lute called as she walked away, Adam shrugged a cup materializing from nowhere for him to suck down.

Grinning you called out to Lute as she walked away. “Love you too sugar! See you in court.” You twiddled your fingers in their direction the two of them glanced back at your voice. Adam kept yapping to Lute but she was too busy sulking to herself.

You expected to be actually hit by one of them by now, maybe it was because you were in heaven that they couldn’t, or maybe Lucifer was right, you just looked frightening. Although you didn’t see what he saw, in your opinion you just looked slightly different.

Who knows though. Your whole worlds flipped upside down.

Walking aimlessly around the holy fortress you eyed everything around you and worried not about angels; most of them ran or avoided you. After all you were maybe the scariest outside of Adam with his mask.

Your eyes locked on an angel with dark skin and lavender hair. “Emily.” You accidentally say aloud, you grimaced watching her turn to you, and look up in awe. “Woah! You must be Charlie’s friend!” She exclaimed happily fluttering over to you. “Uh, yeah, YN, nice to meet you Emily. Sorry I went straight to the rooms i promised to unload things for Vaggie and Charlie so they wouldn’t stress themselves. I didn’t mean to ignore.” You say watching as he nodded along fully attentive.

“Oh that’s fine! I was so excited and distracted by Charlie and everything I barely noticed i’m sorry,” She trailed finger to her lip, she now realized that didn’t sound as good aloud as it did in her head. You brushed it off telling her it was fine. “I hope i don’t scare you, i’m used to myself but all these angels seem a little… disturbed.” You explained.

You weren’t gonna lie the looks you’ve been getting are what fueled the rush to get things over with, so you could get back to more welcoming eyes, well welcoming as they can be. It felt awful to be the centre of attention that was negative especially since you already really didn’t belong to this world.

“Oh no! You’re totally fine! I mean you are intimidating but if what Charlie said is true you’re a great man- uh, goat?” You laughed a genuine boastful laugh at her comment. “Yeah, goat man is good. Thank you Em, i appreciate it.” Her wings fluttered hands clapping rapidly. “I love when my nickname gets used!”

“Emily,” A warm voice spoke, approaching the space you took up in the communal space you were in. “We have to prepare, court is going to be in session soon.” Sera said placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. You met Sera’s eyes and immediately she looked as if she was pushed slightly, the hand not resting on Emily’s shoulder rushed up to her head.

Coming to herself she harshly questioned you. “What, and who are you?” A little taken aback by such a intro, you stuttered and stalled for the first time since being here. Most things flowed naturally but now it seemed something was, wrong.

“Sera! This is Charlie’s friend, the one accompanying them, the good one.” Emily whispered the last part to Sera who didn’t let up her seering gaze. “You don’t look like you belong here.”

Your blood ran cold at that sentence, what Emily assumed was a simple statement of your appearance to you was more of an acknowledgment. One that was specifically for you to understand that she knew. There was no mistaking it in her eyes either, it was like she was telepathically telling you that the gig was up.

Clearing your throat you nod once in finality. “Well, uh, let’s get to court hm?”

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cinnamaow · 10 months

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☆ team chris is really, really, really, really hot incorrect quotes ☆

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tyler: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. noah: I witnessed the dumb stuff. owen: I recorded the dumb stuff. izzy: I joined in on the dumb stuff. alejandro: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

noah: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?  owen: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies  tyler: Socks are Feetie Heaties  izzy: Forks are Stabby Grabbies  owen: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties  tyler: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies  izzy: Stamps are Lickie Stickies  alejandro, annoyed: You are disappointments

alejandro: Anyone d-  noah: Depressed?  izzy: Drained?  owen: Dumb?  tyler: Disliked?  alejandro: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

izzy: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what owen will and will not eat. noah: Grass? Yes! izzy: Moss? Yes!! noah: Leaves? Ohh, yes! izzy: Shoelaces? Strange but true! noah: Worms? Sometimes! izzy: Rocks? Usually nah. noah: Twigs? Usually! izzy: tyler's cooking? Inconclusive! alejandro: How did you… test this? izzy: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. alejandro: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. tyler: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

tyler: The floor is lava!  izzy: *helps duncan onto the counter*  alejandro: *kicks owen off the sofa*  noah: *lays on the floor*  tyler: ...Are you okay?  noah: No.

izzy: So, did everyone learn their lesson?

noah: No.

owen: I did not.

tyler: I may have actually forgotten one.

duncan : Also no.

izzy: Oh good, neither did I.

alejandro: *Exhausted sigh*

owen: Just be yourself! alejandro: Really? owen, I have one day to win over tyler’s parents.  alejandro: How long did it take for you guys to like me?  duncan: Couple of weeks.  izzy: Six months.  noah: Jury’s still out.  alejandro: See owen? ‘Just be yourself,’ what kind of garbage advice is that?!

alejandro: Are you trying to give me a fucking aneurysm?  izzy: Pretty sure we all are.  owen: I wasn't.  noah: I was.  duncan: I was trying to stop them, for your consideration.  tyler: I just cause aneurysms naturally.

alejandro: Bye tyler! Bye noah! Bye owen! Bye duncan! Bye tyler!  noah: You said ‘bye tyler’ twice.  alejandro: I like tyler.

alejandro: noah, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

noah, wearing a hoodie that’s way too big for him: Spooky.

izzy: oooh bisexual lighting!

duncan: nope! that is the cops! :)

duncan: That's greatly offensive to my people.  noah: College dropouts?

alejandro: We have fun, don’t we, owen?  owen: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

alejandro: Are we really going to let noah keep owen?  izzy: We kept tyler.

tyler: Is the pink panther a lion?  noah: Say that again but slower.  tyler: I don’t get it.  noah: He’s a PANTHER.  tyler: Is that a type of lion?  noah: No, it’s a fucking panther.  tyler: *googles panther* They aren’t pink?  noah: AND LIONS ARE?!

owen: I’m so excited!  izzy: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy...  owen: And have the biggest stomach aches ever!  izzy: Yeah!

owen: Isn’t it a bit dangerous?  izzy: owen, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.  owen: ...  izzy: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.  owen: ...  izzy: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

noah: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.  alejandro : I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

noah: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it.

alejandro : If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

owen: Hey, noah? I need advice.  noah: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

alejandro : What are you eating?  noah: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty.  alejandro: I like you, don't I?

alejandro : Ew. What kind of tea is this?  duncan: I boiled gatorade.

noah: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

owen: It was me...  noah: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

izzy: I’ve only had owen for a day and a half but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

noah: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you.  tyler: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool!  noah: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool.

duncan: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway.  noah:  duncan: Vroom vroom, come out already.

izzy, to noah: When was the last time you let someone hug you?  noah: *thinking*  noah: 2012.  duncan : 2012…?  noah: Yeah. I almost died and it really freaked owen out so I let him hug me.

#i was bored #and feeling silly #i honest love tcirrrrh…#they r the silliest ever :)#total drama #td alejandro #td noah #td owen #td izzy #td tyler #td duncan #team chris is really really really really hot #incorrect total drama quotes #incorrect quotes

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WUPDATE: Desecrate

Wednesday, April 3rd || I'm Gonna Become Stabby

Okay so starting off strong here: my laptop died this weekend. I had a meltdown friday when it bluescreened, eating ~10k words between my short stories and Desecrate. Thought that would be the worst of it, then when I recovered some of my writing the whole thing died. I panicked for a while on what to do, and honestly we're still figuring it out. For now, I'm using my iPad to write on while waiting for my work's IT to revive my laptop (or give me a new one. i refuse to hold on hope that it will be revived)

All in all, this past week and a half have been hell for me. But, a hell I can tolerate, seeing as I wrote a lot these past few days. I'm not pulling up my iPad right now, but I'm somewhere around 12.5k words on Desecrate!

I also made some announcements on twt and insta for Easter, the biggest of which is for Desecrate: a tentative date for the cover reveal. Hopefully maybe potentially May 9th, Ascension.

I can't guarantee that as I don't have the cover in my hands yet, but that's the day we're shooting for!

Anyways, on to some snippies!

It’s a quick thing, jacking off in the shower. But Kit doesn’t find the release he was desperately hoping for. The need for something more wiggles under his skin, leaving his unsatisfied as he finishes up in the shower and towels himself down. Shame crawls it’s way up his throat as he stands naked in front of the mirror. Shame at what he just did in the shower, shame at the fact that it wasn’t enough for him, at the way his body looks—no longer resembling the woman his mother sees him as, but not resembling a man either. Kit runs his fingers over his scars, twins under his pectorals and a large vertical scar leading from his belly button down. Proof that he believed God made a mistake, evidence of his Sin. Kit is lost in his thoughts when he feels it, a faint and cold touch on his chest. Sharp claws tracing the pattern of his scars, running over the ridges and making him shiver. When the phantom touch dives to trace his hysterectomy scar, he thinks he can hear that strange melody from his dream again. “In my image…”

and one more for good measure because I love Benny:

Kit blushes and leans his head back into the water to rinse his hair. “Yeah, him. He found out I’m back in town and came over to say ‘hi’.” “Looks like he said more than 'hi' if the bruises around your neck are anything to go by,” her voice is teasing, a smirk on her face as she ribs him. “Shut up,” Kit squeaks, raising a hand to touch the sensitive skin. “Anyways, he came over. We did some catching up. I woke up to a cold bed after having another weird ass dream.”

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SLASHERS TAKING

CARE OF

A CHILD!READER

(PART TWO)

☆STARRING☆

!!Jesse cromeans - Thomas Hewitt!!

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, mentions of child neglect and/or abuse (not from the slashers), murder, blood, mention of scars, mentions of child loss. Peepaw myers is here so yeah, careful with that too

A/N: @bubbaswife and @visi-0ns asked for another slashy daddies taking care of a child!reader. Honestly i love doing this so much :') the stabby men deserve a nice happy family. Well maybe not but still, they're nice with kids cause I said so. I think I hurt my own feelings with this one :'). As always, this is strictly platonic. The relationship between reader and slasher is strictly of father/kid relationship. Do not interact with me if you're a pedophile or you want underage reader having mature relationships with the slashers. That being said ^^ enjoy it

JESSE CROMEANS:

We're all going to cry together with the one alright? NO ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO GET MERCY FROM ME WITH JESSE BEING A DAD

we all know what happen to Jesse's wife and baby so obviously the whole family subject with Jesse is still a sensitive topic

I think that Jesse is shown to be so worried about his job not because he doesn't care about his wife and kid but because it's the only thing he has left

His face, his family, the victim that had caused so much trouble to him and now losing the only thing that's left for him to do? Yeah no.

Listen here, I love to give unnecessary background to characters that I love and my headcanon for everything that Jesse does is basically growing up in the most atrocious conditions. Without enough money or resources to actually have a healthy lifestyle and be safe. He has seen and lived so many bad things that in the end he chose to do whatever he could to not live again like that.

AND YES I SAY IT'S LIKE THAT BECAUSE I'M PROJECTING ONTO HIM MY TRAUMAS. I WANT TO RELATE TO HIM AND HE DOESN'T REALLY HAS A BACKSTORY SO IF I SAY IT IS LIKE THAT THEN IT IS >:(

I always thought that Jesse was super excited to have a baby and to start a family. When that face thing happen he was crushed by the thought of his kid having to see him like that or that his wife would've never want him again

And then it was kinda hard to explain how could he possibly have got injured so bad

So, now he is fully back as chromeskull right? And with nothing to lose anymore he's more of a menace than he was before

One of his new "piggies'' happens to be your mother. I'm sorry, it sucks but it is what it is

He has followed her for weeks, studying every aspect of her life to learn more about her and how to get the most out of this kill

But only one thing has escaped his observant eye

That thing being the fact that she's a mom.

He knows that she lives in one of the worst neighbourhoods of town, that she has little to no money and that's why she has to work almost all day, that her house looks like a mess.

He hasn't noticed you living with her cause there was almost nothing that could've been a clue that a child lived there.

I'm sorry if your mom is nice I just like to put unnecessary angst and drama ç_ç my mom is nice too I swear

Anyhow, your mom is known for being really bad at her job as a mom. Not her fault, she did try but between the financial problems and her temper getting short after hours of working shitty jobs for nothing.

When Jesse broke up in your house he went straight to your mom's room with the idea of kidnapping her in the same way he did with Princess since it would be easier.

Your mom however did not go down without a fight and before getting knocked out she managed to take Jesse's mask and scratch him in the face.

Knowing he had time he just went to the bathroom to clean the wound

That's when you saw him. You woke up to go to the bathroom just to find a tall baldy man standing there

He looked at you and froze as if he was terrified. How could he not have noticed this before?

His racing thoughts stopped for a second as he took in your appearance

You're obviously at least 6-7 years old but you looked too small to be considered healthy. It was clear you were not getting enough sleep, your clothes looked really old and too big for you even tho they were clean.

It didn't take much for Jesse to connect the dots and realise you were the woman's child.

"Are you one of mommy's friends??" You were not even scared of him and his face. You even offer your avengers band aids for the scratch on his face.

He nodded at your offer without thinking about it and crouched in front of you to let you put the band aids on his face.

He couldn't explain why he allowed you to do all of this but he just couldn't say no. He told himself it was just to keep you from getting him in trouble by screaming ecc but the reality was far from that

He couldn't find it in himself to hurt you or be mean when it was clear you already had too much going on

If it was the Jesse before the face incident ecc he would have not hesitated this much

After all the things he has went through, seeing you and how you were growing up were making a number in his merciless resolution

The reminder of his past life plus the fresh wound of having lost his future child is not letting him think straight

You were obviously used to having strangers around if you were this comfortable in talking to a unknown man in your bathroom at 2am

When you finished decorating his face with all your silly band aids he just holded your tiny hand between his thumb, index and middle finger to shake it slightly as if he was saying thank you.

The smile you gave him was this close 🤏🏻 to kill him

He spent the next hour listening to everything you were telling him, keeping you company while you went to grab some water.

Jesse has lived his entire life acting upon his most disturbing urges and intrusive thoughts, he wasn't new to having the impulse to do something but nothing compared to the need of taking you away from that house.

He just couldn't leave you there, he knew it was his grieving mind talking but he just couldn't

Maybe this was actually meant to be. Him having finally the opportunity to make up for what he has caused to his kid

Okay I have to make Jesse a little bit unhinged here but bear with me

He kills your mom (obv), makes sure you end up in a foster home so he can adopt you without any problems. The excuse he gives you is that he was you mom's best friend and he promised her he would take care of you if something happened

The first thing he's going to do for you is getting you checked by a doctor to know what he has to do to get you back to a healthy form

He obviously knows you're going to be a little bit reserved and close at first but he doesn't mind, he'll wait for you to come around forever if it's necessary

You admittedly felt so happy that he decided to take care of you and bring you home with him. You knew that he was nice since the night you first met him. All the others friends of your mom were always so rude and mean with you, but Jesse was like so kind

He has taken some free time from work to look after you.

My man here is having the time of his life with all this parenthood things

Being as disgustingly rich as he is, Jesse makes sure you have everything and anything you may need or want

In fact as the first bonding experience he had with you he took you to chose things for your new room

He assured you that money was not a problem and you could pick anything you want.

It was so cute cause everytime you wanted to see something from unclose but was too high for you to reach he would lift you up. He always asked you first to make sure you weren't uncomfortable

After three times you both decided to just keep you on his shoulders for the rest of the day

He obviously took you to have a well deserved after shopping ice-cream

He's always so careful and gentle with you. He always tries to be thoughtful about your needs and boundaries and even if he's dying to give you all the fatherly affection and attention he wants he never tries to overstep your limits or to force you into receiving or giving affection you don't really feel

He has made his mission tho to have all the father/child experiences like teaching you how to go on a bike, taking you to school ecc

He eventually has to go back to work but he always makes sure to talk or video call with you every day if he's away from home. And it's never like those awkward calls where you don't know what to tell him and your father doesn't really care nono

MY BABY IS SO INVESTED IN EVERYTHING YOU TELL HIM AND IT'S ALWAYS SO READY FOR THE SCHOOL DRAMA YOU MIGHT HAVE THAT DAY. HE ALWAYS MAKES PLANS TOO ABOUT WHAT YOU BOTH SHOULD DO ONCE HE'S HOME

when he doesn't have to travel far from home, he works from home so he can spend time with you

If he sees you defend him and squaring up with anyone who calls him ugly it will make him cry

You always worry about him spending too much time alone tho, so you have being trying to play the matchmaker talking to your favourite teacher about how cool and handsome your dad is

Truth be told Jesse doesn't really care about having a partner right now, he just needs you. Having his wonderful kid healthy and happy around is enough for Mr baldy man here

Now if you excuse me, I'll go cry about this now.

THOMAS HEWITT:

Surprisingly enough Thomas and his family are not responsible for your parents death.

Hoyt found you covered in blood, alone and on the brink of having a heatstroke.

Your family was killed by a bunch of pieces of shit who wanted to steal a car.

Unfortunately they killed your parents for nothing cause they ended up meeting their fate as dinner for the Hewitt family

You have been walking for days, you manage to survive because your mom told you to hide somewhere.

Now you're all alone and if it wasn't for hoyt stopping next to you you'll probably have died from dehydration and exhaustion

Hoyt for once is useful, shocking right?

Anyway, when he was about to ask you why you were all alone ecc you straight up passed out in front of him

Hoyt couldn't leave you there, I mean he is a piece of shit but you were only a kid. Wouldn't be older than 5-6

Everyone at home decided that you were going to stay and you wouldn't be killed. It didn't felt right to do that to such a young child

Mama mae took it upon herself to help you recover from all that heat ecc

Since you needed to have always someone checking on you and luda at some point was too tired the task was given to Thomas

Most awkward man alive bro

But at the same time it was almost second nature for him to take care of someone even if he has never take care of a child

Always made sure you were having enough water, changing the wet cloth on your forehead when it got too warm

Once you get better and you tell everyone what has happen they all take the responsibility of raising you and protecting you

Now I know I KNOW…you want to see the juicy dad Thomas content

Once you're feeling better (mostly because he has spent all the time watching over you with the excuse that if something happen since he's the youngest and strongest in the house he would be able to take care of it) he just well..he doesn't stay around you that much

You're really small and you're so young he feels like he would end up hurting you

Thomas feels like his appearance ecc would be traumatising for someone so young (yeah I know, Thomas needs some love)

What he doesn't know is that saw him lots of times when he was taking care of you. He thinks that because of the state in which you were you wouldn't remember much but you did

Plus, when you asked luda mae she told you the truth.

Surprisingly everyone was really nice with you, even hoyt which says a lot

Luda adores you and she's starting to be almost like a grandma for you.

You miss your family a lot and you're genuinely happy that mama mae and the others decided to keep you with them

You have no other relatives and you would've been alone otherwise.

At first you were kind of distant with them and you had a hard time with giving them your trust

They all were so patient and gentle with you. They never pushed you into doing anything and always asked what you wanted or needed

Luda is probably the one you spend most time with cause she reminds you of your mom

When you told her she had to focus really hard to not cry in front of you.

You asked lots of questions to luda mae about Thomas cause since you got better you haven't seen him once

She told you that he's just a little bit shy because it's hard for him to be around people

You, being the sweet little thing you are, made it your mission to befriend the gentle giant.

You waited at night, when everyone went to sleep you went down to the kitchen hided hoping that eventually Thomas would go there for something

The first few times you didn't have any luck but one day it finally worked

You this behemoth of a man walking in the kitchen, his face looked angry from sleepiness and since he thought no one was around he did had the mask

You had never saw him without it obviously but you're first thought when seeing his bare fare was not of fear or disgust

Your 6 year old mind went to the conclusion that he was scare of you because you're someone new and maybe new people tended to be mean to him

And honestly the thought of him having to be alone cause everyone is rude to him made you even more resolute in your decisions of making friends.

Truth be told you scared the shit out of him popping out of nowhere like this and he immediately tried to just walk away

"No wait!! I didn't want to scare you Mr Thomas!! I won't be mean with you I promise!!" You tugged on his huge hand at the best of your abilities to keep him from running way

Thomas just stopped dead in his tracks when he felt your little hands holding him back. He was in panic and honestly it was kinda funny to see someone so big be scared of a kid

He thought that maybe you didn't see his face well enough and that was the only reason why you were not screaming.

"I saw your face..it's not ugly at all!! I won't make fun of you I promise!"

In the end he had to give in cause the need to not hurt your feelings was bigger than the need to hide away

He turned to face you and then kneeled in front of you so he could see you without breaking his neck to look down

You smiled and extended your hand towards him to introduce yourself and he hesitantly took it

You told him that you saw him taking care of you and that you were really thankful for that.

Thomas had to admit you were the most kind and sweetest kid he has ever met

Thankfully you catched up really quickly on the fact that he couldn't talk

"That's okay!! Maybe you can write it down! Or draw it"

He asked you why you were awake and you told him that besides wanting to meet him you couldn't sleep well. You kept having nightmares about your parents but you didn't want to bother hoyt or luda

Thomas was absolutely heartbroken. He can't even imagine how hard it is to lose your family, he would be devastated if something happened to luda mae (and honestly just a little bit sad if anything happens to hoyt. Won't dwell too much on it tbh)

So he just sat with you on the couch and put on something on the TV for you to watch

When he noticed you fell asleep he gently adjusted you so you were laying on the couch completely and went to look for a blanket to put on you.

He stayed with you all night, making sure you didn't woke up again

From then you were practically attached to Thomas's hip.

You always went looking for them, showing him things you have done with hoyt of luda, bringing him things to drink or eat as an excuse to talk with him

And honestly he didn't mind one bit. He liked when you told him your silly stories or when you gave him drawings which he kept and treasured as his most precious possession.

He slowly started to be less and less awkward around you.

He basically replaced luda in all those things such making you meals, keeping you clean and healthy or tending to any scratches or wounds you may get from playing outside.

It started with things like playing old board games together, you waiting for him to eat lunch and talk about cool stuff you wanted to show him

It went to Thomas playing tag with you in the backyard, him getting you on his shoulders cause you liked when he did it, him letting you play with his hair and give him new hairstyles (which he sported proudly around the house) or simply having some iced tea sitting on the porch together.

You knew Thomas worked a lot, on what you couldn't tell, but you noticed how tired he was always so those moments sitting on the porch, sitting on his lap and just dozing off together were your favourites

Having you around has helped him a lot. He's used to taking care of everyone and he's certainly used to people abusing his kindness but you had that heartwarming child way of always worrying for him. You never took for granted anything he did and you always make sure do for him as much as he did for you in your little kid capabilities

Every time there was a "guest" Thomas made you stay in your room. He told you that sometimes guests are not really nice so he didn't want anyone to hurt you

After guests were gone there always a few days where you were not allowed to go to the basement but you didn't mind too much

One of the days where you were staying in your room because of the guests. You were working in a very special drawing cause luda told you that soon it would be Thomas birthday, when you heard someone screaming

You immediately went into a panic state and images of your parents death flashed in your mind so without thinking you run downstairs to were the screams were coming from

I- I'm SORRY OKAY? I COULDN'T SAVE US FROM THE TRAUMA. YOU'LL HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT

The screams were coming from the basement and that scared you even more cause you thought Thomas was in danger

When you went in and saw what was happening you couldn't even move.

Thomas didn't noticed because he was too focused on keeping the victim down

"Thomas?..." when I tell you this man heart stopped and dropped five feet down below the fucking ground I'm not joking

He wanted to explain but he knew there was not a good enough explanation for all of this.

You just made your way to the basement and went to your room where you stayed for a couple of days without talking to anyone. You didn't told them to not get it in or anything but you didn't reply to any of their questions

Thomas was having the most horrible time of his life. The guilt was eating him alive and he couldn't even eat or sleep because how stressed he was

Eventually they decided to tell you as gently as possible what was going on. They knew that all of this would take a toll in your mind but they couldn't really do anything else.

Surprisingly, when you learned the true motive for all of this you were really accepting. Maybe it's because you were just a kid and you didn't really knew all the implications of this situation but for you, having to survive was more than enough to excuse all of this

It was so much that you in fact felt bad for treating them with silence, especially with Thomas.

So, taking the excuse of giving him his birthday present you went to search for him in the basement now that it was all clean ecc

You tugged on the hem of his shirt to get his attention

He looked at you like he did the first time you saw him. You explained that now you knew everything and that you were sorry for being bad.

"I know now…I know you're not bad" you gave him your drawing. It had the Hewitt house drawn on it, there was Thomas, monty, hoyt and luda. Everyone had on top their name

Uncle hoyt, grandma mae, uncle monty and then there was the "my new dad" title above Thomas.

Congrats, now you made Tommy cry

He gave you the biggest bear hug ever and even force his vocals cords to mumble a low and raspy thank you

He never wanted to take the role of dad from your real father but he wasn't about to say no if you wanted him to be your dad

He did a pretty damn job too. After that he never left anything happen to you, he make sure you wouldn't have to be alone or scare ever again

His favourite moments were when you asked him to stay with you until you fell asleep. He would hold you in his arms and even if he always told himself he would just put you in bed and then head to his own room, he always ended up falling asleep holding you tight

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happy four year publiversary to the little stabby queer book that made me an author <3

THE PERFECT ASSASSIN came out March 19th 2019 and it's been a RIDE. I don't normally make a thing about bookversaries, but there have been so many downs on the publishing rollercoaster of late that I've had to stop and just appreciate:

I'm here.

And I have a book out! Three books out! And they're all good, IMNSHO, and they're all stabby and they're all queer and I really wish they'd gotten more of a chance to shine, but that's just publishing (and the pandemic 😬)

But I have to be honest with you, I have cried a lot this past week, I have despaired a lot this past year--that I'd ever publish again, that I'd ever finish a book again, that I'd survive in this industry. And I did finish a book only to immediately trunk it, and now I have nothing to show for those four years except empty hands and a heavy heart.

And the cockroach-like will to keep going.

Because I'm certainly not the only author in this boat, not the first, definitely not the last. We've all cried a lot these past years, so maybe if we take a moment to celebrate a book that's been out and already long forgotten (remainders, anyone?), we should. We deserve to.

Happy anniversary, Amastan. 🖤🤍💜

#books books books #on being an author #a little stream of consciousness as a treat #feel free to skip

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hogarthwrites · 2 years

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one thing leads to another chapter 4

pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)

genre: romance, smut, slow burn

words: 1348

summary:

As you look for a present to give Sam for his birthday, you accidentally find out something about him you instantly regret. Still, you want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

chapters: 1 2 3

"What present do you give to an older man?" You asked Monica on the phone as you peered into various shops.

"I don't know, what does he like?" You could tell she was biting her nails before you heard her typing on a keyboard.

"He said he likes motorcycles and he likes to read."

"He sounds hot, how come you never told me about him before?"

"He's kinda my boss and..." your voice trailed off, and you added in a lower tone, "the guy I flashed a few weeks back."

"No way," Monica sounded a lot more energetic now. "Shut up, the dude you flashed is your boss ? How come you didn't tell me?"

"I got busy, okay," you rolled your eyes.

"Does he remember you? How does it feel to know your boss has seen your tits?"

"Ugh, I don't think he does, was probably too enamoured by my boobs."

Monica laughed. "Now you're buying him presents."

"For his birthday, alright? What do you think he'd want?"

"Just show him your boobs again, he'd love that for sure," you could hear her grin as she talked.

"Monica!" You felt your cheeks turn hot.

"Kidding," she said. "I don't know. A book?"

You stopped in front of a little bookstore. "I guess I can get him that."

"Anyways, I gotta go. Tell me all about it over drinks next time, 'kay?"

"Sure."

You peered inside the bookstore; there were multiple shelves near the back, but a table near the front of the store was stacked with discounted books. Maybe Sam would want a nice novel, you wondered.

You wondered about him a lot, realising how much you actually thought about him and the way he talked in his Bostonian accent, and his soft, hazel eyes. Did you actually have a crush on your boss? That was probably a stupid thing to have.

As you sighed, you noticed a couple walking down the street towards you. The man looked familiar and as you looked longer, you noticed it was Sam. Out of sheer panic, you rushed into the bookstore and hid behind the first book you picked up.

The woman Sam was with was very pregnant and you tried to ignore the stabby pain in your chest seeing them together. Of course Sam had a partner. Why wouldn't he? He was smart and attractive. And of course she'd also be closer to his age. What would he want with someone like you? He probably thinks I'm just a kid.

Sam held paper bags full of groceries and they seemed so serious as they talked. You hoped they wouldn't want to buy books at that moment, and as they walked past the store, you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you getting that?" The old lady behind the counter asked.

"Uhhhh," you flipped the book over to look at the cover. I Have Ass Warts! And Other Medical Problems. "Oh, I'm just looking." You set the book down.

"Take your time," she smiled at you sweetly.

"Thanks," you looked around the small store, wondering if it was still worth getting Sam a gift. You turned back to the woman. "Do you have any recommendations for a pirate-enjoyer?"

"For you?"

"No. Just someone I know."

"Hm," she picked up a glittery pink pen and started writing on a piece of paper. "Here's a few books. Take your time getting to know them before choosing."

"Right, thanks..." You glanced at the named embroidered onto her cashmere sweater as you took the paper from her. "Judy."

"Let me know if this someone likes the book."

"I'm just saying, as a friend, I'm happy you're this into someone," Crystal said as she walked.

"But..." Sam frowned as he tried to keep with her. He was surprised how fast she walked for someone so pregnant. For the past week, he'd been helping her with menial tasks, rekindling their friendship that halted more than 20 years ago.

"But," Crystal continued. "As a manager, I just don't know if you should be dating someone working under you."

"We're not dating."

"Sam, I know you. You've always been the biggest flirt."

"Pfft," he rolled his eyes.

"Well, you asked for advice and my advice is to keep it in your pants until the job is done."

"I can keep it in my pants."

"Oh," she chuckled. "Wanna bet?"

"$20?"

"What are you, five?" Crystal huffed. "$500."

"Jesus," Sam looked at her in disbelief. "You really have no faith in me."

"Scared?" She wriggled her eyebrows.

"Me? Never," Sam stopped and held his hand out. "It's a bet."

Crystal grinned as she shook his hand.

You nervously stood outside Sam's door, holding the neatly wrapped present in your hand. This is a mistake. You thought about leaving the present and walking away. Maybe I could tell him something came up. But as you tried to make your mind up, the door flung open.

"You made it," Sam gave you a heart melting smile and all you could do was nod in return. "Come in."

Age of Consent was playing on a stereo when you walked in and your cheeks got hot as you realised you were the first one there.

“I think I’m too early,” you glanced at the clock above Sam’s TV. It was exactly 8:00 PM.

“It’s fine,” Sam shrugged. “My brother and his wife are driving in from another state, and the others…” He looked up in thought. “I don’t know. This wasn’t my idea. Do you want a drink?”

“Sure.”

“Make yourself at home,” he smiled at you as he gestured towards the sofa.

Sam’s home wasn’t what you expected, even more now that he wasn’t the bachelor you thought he was. He lived in a two-story home in a nice enough neighbourhood instead of the lonely bachelor’s pad you fantasised he’d have. Of course it’s a nice home. He’s about to have a kid, you reminded yourself.

You looked around the spacious living room, decorated with bookshelves covered in books and artefacts behind the sofa. A large TV was mounted on the wall while DVD sets were neatly lined up on the TV stand underneath it. There was a single framed polaroid photo of two boys on the stand and you wondered if that was Sam. You were hoping you’d see other, personal photos, but there were none.

Sam had set up some bowls of snacks on the coffee table, but he hadn’t bothered to decorate with any party decor.

It didn’t seem like the woman he was with was at home, or maybe they didn’t live together? You knew some modern couples were like that.

“Beer?” Sam appeared from the kitchen with a bowl of guacamole in one hand and two bottles of beer in the other.

“Thanks,” you nodded as he handed you a cold bottle. You suddenly remembered the present on your lap. “Oh, I forgot. I got you something.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Sam perked up as he sat next to you on the couch.

“For you.”

He had a huge grin on his face as you handed him the present, neatly wrapped in red crepe paper and gold ribbon.

“You’re kidding me,” he laughed at the title. Corny Pirate Jokes and Pirate Puns.

“You gotta say yarr before and after each joke,” you smiled as you turned the page. “It says so right here.”

“Okay,” Sam chuckled as he flipped through the book. “Okay. This one’s a good one.”

“Say y arr ,” you reminded him as he took a breath to say the joke.

“Yarr! What does a pirate use his cellphone for?”

“What?”

“Booty calls. Yarr!” Sam laughed.

“Oh my god,” you shook your head as you laughed along. “I already regret giving you that book.”

“Too late, sweetheart.”

You nudged him a little before scooching away a little, suddenly feeling a bit odd. You had to know if he actually was with someone. “So…” You started before the doorbell rang. Damn it.

“Hold that thought,” Sam stood up.

You nodded as you took a sip from your beer.

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how many chapters can sam keep it in his pants? stay tuned

#sam drake x reader #sam drake #samuel drake #uncharted fanfiction #sam drake smut

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[[cw for talk of abuse n ctommys exile, mention of cwilburs death on nov 16 , also cdream neg ..!!!]]

dear dream ,

hai its me . tommy. i dont know why im writing this i guess to get it out my system? haha get it ?system .. (im part of one of those get it) . but uh. i really really hate you. like, so much. i wish i never joined thag stupid server so i never wouldve seen your stupid face (mask..) and hear ur stupid voice. i hate you so much it hurts i think. but i also miss you so much it hurts. it feels like my hearts being clawed at. ive even gotten to the point where ive considered doing a canoncall for you , but i know for me thag wouldnt be healthy. (also my social anxiety would make be turn in2 a RAISIN)

i miss the times when you seemed to actually care about me. i dunno if you did, honestly i dont like thinking abt it. i miss your hugs (it was warm even if your armor was stabby and cold) and your head pats and hair ruffles. i miss leaning on your shoulder and falling asleep there. i miss laughing and joking with you(even if you were just laughing at me.) i hate missing these things so much, you abused me and found it FUN AND LAUGHED, i dont wanna miss you. i know theres like psychological reasons for thag like TraumaBonds and conditioning (NOT THE KIND FOR HAIR APARENTLY!!!!) but it still sucks to experience i guess. it also sucks because it feels like , me feeling like that means all the bad stuff you did to me Worked in ur favour and thats stupid.

i saw you like .. a big brother i guess? sometimes like a vauge father figure. MD called u my dad once haha. i guess tbat mightve been cuz i just lost my real big brother that sometimes was fathercoded a couple weeks before the exile stuff happened n i needed a sorta replacement?. or maybe not, i rlly cant tell. sometimes i still think about you as my big brother, even though i have a big brother now (and then, hes a wilbur :3) whos way more epic than you EVERR will be!!!!!

you always took my pain as a joke. as sometjing to laugh at. thought i was "too fun" to just, leave alone. i dont even know what that means. the more im writing this the more im thinking abt how u view me and thats NOT a rabbit hole i wanna go down rn.. esp cuz im abt to sleep... hope u sleep on a uncomfortable bed snd wake up all stiff like cardboard btw dream . id churkle at that tbh!

i think thags all i wanna say right now. so, bye. if you ever wanna write back go ahead but i probably will ignore it, i dont want to talk 2 u ever again preferabley.

sincereally the coolest fella in town,

tommy toms tomathy (im a fictive by the by..!!!!!)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: dream #from: tommy

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Whumptober Day 7: Rodio Silent/"Can You Hear Me?"

Fandom: Spider-verse

Warning: In the tags for story reasons

Summary: Jefferson gave Spider-Man a radio in case he might need to reach out, hoping he never had to. Miles was glad he had it.

When Jefferson learned that Spiderman was a young teenager he decided to give him a radio. He wanted to make sure that he was safe. If he needed nothing or god forbid the boy ended up injured while fighting a villain, it seemed to bring both of them comfort that knowing he could reach out.

It was a beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sun shined over the city. It was reality calm until a villain decided to break that fragile peace.

Miles had been taking a science test when his teacher got a phone call. He stealthy took his phone out and looked at the news. It was time for him to go.

He walked up to his teacher's desk and asked to use the bathroom. She nodded. As he got close to the window in the boy's bathroom he heard the announcement that the school was going into lockdown due to a villain attack.

Spider-Man jumped from the window and headed to the scene. He webbed his radio to his leg. It was smaller than average policy radios, maybe the size of a child's walky talky. It helped Miles to know that if he really needed it he could reach out to someone.

The villain of the week called himself 'Pit Viper'. He was dressed in a green suit that had a scale pattern everywhere. His hair was black and his eyes seemed to be some shade of blue. He wore a black face mask that went down to his neck. He had a sword and a holster for a dagger.

"Plan to get stabby?" Spiderman asked when he arrived .

When the fight started, everything seemed fine. Every fight had its dangers. That was something Miles had expected already. As soon as he pulled the sword out of Viper's hand he felt that he had made a mistake.

As the clouds started to take over the sky, it started to seem like Spiderman would lose. But every time he got knocked down, he got back up.

Pit Viper unsheathed his dagger. He pulled a small vile from his pocket and slid the bottom of the knife open. He put the mystery vile in the handle. He closed it and smiled.

"Whatcha got there?" Miles said as he went to attack once again.

"You'll find out soon enough." Not long after, Miles got struck by the knife. It wasn't a large wound, just a small gash on his arm. Sure it hurt but it wasn't anything that would stop him.

Then he started to feel nauseous. As he webbed down the villain, the man started to laugh violently. "You might have taken me down, but it seems that you will fall tonight."

Spiderman grabbed his radio and informed the police that he had caught the villain. He stumbled off towards school. He didn't make it that far before he landed in an alley.

Miles fought to get his mask off before he threw up. He put one hand on the brick wall in front of him and the other on his stomach. His breathing sped up as he walked a little further in the alley, away from the sight of the city. He threw up again and slid down the wall, tearing his suit and skin.

The world felt like it was spinning. Miles fought through the fog and grabbed for his radio. His body felt like it was on fire and his head was heavy. He pulled the radio to his mouth and spoke into it. "Mr. Morales, are you there?" He asked.

"What can I do for you Spiderman?" He asked.

"I think-" Miles rested his head on the wall behind him. "I think I'm dying."

Jefferson looked over at his partner. "Where are you son?" Concern laced his words.

The hero stuttered out the street number.

"We're nearby" his partner said. "He's young, maybe you can keep him calm?"

Jefferson called for an ambulance over the radio then spoke to Spiderman again. "Help is on the way. I'm on the way. Just hold."

"I'll try" Miles said, shacking. He listened to his father talk to him and answered the best he could.

"What happened?"

"Viper." He shuttered and tried to pull his legs to his chest.

"How are you feeling? What's happening?"

"Like shit."

"Language."

"Sorry." Miles's voice shook and it sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"It's okay. Just hang in there." Jefferson sighed. He put his head in his hand.

"I'm scared" he whispered. He leaned over to his side and threw up again. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He was in pain.

"It's going to be okay."

The world started to get blurry. "I'm sorry" he choked out. He threw up again. Miles tried to stand. He moved slightly to the side. His knees fell and he couldn't support his hands anymore.

"You don't need to apologize. Do you know what Viper did?" There was no response. "Spiderman?"

Fear struck into Jefferson's heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that everything was going to change. "Spiderman are you there?"

The radio rested in Miles's lap. He listened to his father talk but couldn't do anything to respond.

"Can you hear me?" Panic slipped into his voice like hot tea slides down your throat. "Son, can you hear me?"

Miles fought to answer. Yet the radio remained silent. He couldn't force himself to get up this time.

"Spiderman, we'll be there soon. Just hang on." The silents made the air thick and time slow down. It felt like he was moving though quicksand. Jefferson wasn't sure why he felt the way he did. He worked closely with the hero but it almost felt like his own family was in danger.

Silence fell over the car.

Miles thought he could hear sirens. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The sounds of the city started to disappear, the wall in front of him looked foggy, and his body felt strange.

As soon as the car stopped Jefferson was out on the sidewalk. The ambulance hadn't arrived yet. "Wait here" he yelled to his partner.

As the man entered the alley he could smell the horrible smell of vomit. He walked passed it and found the hero leaned against the wall. He ran over to him.

"Can you hear me?" Jefferson looked at the hero's face. "Miles" he said breathlessly.

Miles tried to give him a smile.

"It's going to be okay Miles."

The teen started to fade in and out of consciousness. He thought about his life for a moment.

"Stay with me Miles!" He felt his father's hand cuff his face gently. "Miles? Can you hear me? Please say something!" He felt the hand move and an arm around his body. He listened to his father cry. "Please."

"You did good kid. Come on, your uncle wants to see you." Miles looked up to see Peter Parker looking at him. Not Peter B Parker but Peter Parker.

"Wait but-"

"They'll be okay."

"Okay."

#spider verse #miles morales #Major character death #jefferson davis #Spiderman #radio silence #“can you hear me?”#can you hear me?#whump #whumptober 2023

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It all started with Spike having nightmares about the woman he loves prompting him to go to her; before a demon got there first. Now where will it lead them? What new challenges will they face in a world with multiple Slayers? Nearly all major characters will eventually make an appearance. Essentially this is a very Spuffy centered continuation of the series.

Rated for sexual content. Canon typical violence and themes. I will try to add appropriate warnings as needed although I think these should suffice for the majority of the story.

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“Slayer Central Rome! You got a baddie, we’ll get stabby!”

Spike chuckled “Bloody Hell, Willow is that you? I thought you were in Tibet or some such.”

“Yeah, we just got back a couple of weeks ago, who is this?”

He was starting to get annoyed, “Oh now come on Red, I don’t have time for this bollocks.”

“Spike?” Willow squeaked.

“Course it’s me, I need to speak with Buffy, she around?”

There was a pause on the other end before Willow sputtered, “Hang on, how?”

“I thought Angel said he filled you in, or at least Andrew would have, the git.”

Willow tried to backpedal a little. The call had completely taken her by surprise. “Well sort of… not really. Andrew said you were back but that you didn’t want us telling Buffy until you could talk to her yourself.”

“Bollocks, yeah I guess I did… look, you heard about the apocalypse we put a pin in?” He huffed.

“Well sure, I make Angel check in on all the big stuff, especially now since I guess he’s back on our side. He didn’t sound all that great when he called last.”

“Well no, I suppose not. The man nearly got cut in half, didn’t he now? He’s on the mend… it’s not over by a long shot.”

“So he said…” she sounded doubtful.

“Right, well anyway, that’s not why I’m calling.”

“Why are you calling? What happened to you? Angel didn’t say; in fact, I kinda thought you might have been dusty.”

Spike let his shoulders relax a little, “Me? Nah, not this time anyway. I’m alright or will be. Look Red, I really need to talk to Buffy.”

“She’s not here, not in Rome I mean.”

That made him tense again. “Fu— well when will she be back?”

Willow was starting to get a little uneasy, she couldn’t remember the last time Spike had sounded so agitated. “Probably not for a while, maybe a few more weeks. What’s this all about, Spike?”

Spike sat down roughly into a chair, “It started a few days after this last big one. I— shit I don’t know— I keep having dreams. It’s one of the lesser demons that came through. The damn thing escaped, along with countless others I’d wager, but this one— I- it’s hunting for Buffy. I’ve tried to do some research here but I’m not the bloke for it and ours is gone. Near as I can tell, I think I must have killed its mate and now it’s gunning for Buffy.”

“Wait, but Buffy—“

“Is in trouble, think this is some sort of empathic, telepathic or some-pathic demon. How it knows about Buffy, I don’t know, unless it read me somehow. I’m trying to get a better bead on this thing if I can.” He snapped.

Damn it, this shouldn’t be so sodding hard.

Willow’s voice grew increasingly more concerned, and he could almost picture the pained expression on her face when she spoke. “But these dreams, they are just dreams, right? I mean you’ve never had prolific dreams have you?”

“Not exactly normal for me, no. So that’s what I thought too. I was pretty banged up myself and I just thought it’d messed with my head, right? But then the dreams kept coming… I need to warn her, help her, I need to do something.” He wanted to punch something.

“Spike, I don’t know where she is, exactly…”

He growled, “For Pete’s sake Willow, you don’t stop, I'm going to come to Rome and bite you.”

“Cranky, Spike, I get it! Look, Sunnydale was rough on all of us, and you know Buffy. She was actually really holding it together until a few weeks ago, she sort of ended things with the guy she’d been seeing. Kennedy and I had just got back when we heard LA was still standing, so we sort of convinced her to take some time off since it’s been pretty quiet here.” Willow added defensively.

He sputtered at that, mind spinning, “Time off? You’re jokin’; You mean to tell me I’m worried sick here and she’s on a bloody— she went on sodden holiday!?”

“Uhh huhh…” He could hear the blush in her voice.

“You got contact information or something for the girl or what?”

“Her last email was a few days ago; she was in Paris,” she hedged.

“Pa-Paris? She ah— she’s not, you know, with- she’s not still with The Immortal is she?” A rock had dropped in the pit of his stomach, he didn’t think he could stand hearing it.

“The Immortal? How did you- Andrew— of course—“ Willow groaned, “no, that was the guy I mentioned. I didn’t really get to know him. She’s totally been on a solo trip. Sort of a soul-searchy bohemian kind of thing. I have a cell phone number for her, but she’s been keeping it turned off a lot. I usually just leave messages and she calls back when she can or we email. She’s really burned-out right now so we’ve been giving her some space.”

Spike pinched the bridge of his nose.

I’m not in the mood for this nonsense…

“Yeah well this thing catches up with her and she’s going to be burned to a crisp if she’s not prepared for it.”

“I'd be more worried about her staking you for not telling her you’re back.”

He smirked. She might have a point there— “I’ll handle Buffy.”

“She might be kinda pissed. I mean I only had an idea because when Angel called about the apocalypse he mentioned you were with him on it so then I drilled Andrew while Buffy was out. And none of us really knew if we could trust Angel or not—“

“And so, me? Bugger…” he groaned.

“I didn’t say anything— I didn’t want to upset her or—” she let out a little whimper “And you know what! I don’t remember getting any calls from you mister!”

“Yeah, alright, luv, steady on, you got me. Just being protective. Believe me, I get it. Lot of that goin’ round.”

Willow faltered slightly, “Well good, as long as we all have her best interest at heart.”

“Trust me, that’s all I want.”

“Fine, you got a pen?” Willow rattled off the number while Spike scribbled it down.

“Right, thanks Willow, I mean it. If you get a hold of her, let her know I’m coming. I’d rather not surprise her like that if I can avoid it. I’ll try calling but it doesn’t sound like I’ll have much luck.” He paused, hesitating, “Will— I never wanted to— damn. I was just trying to take some time to figure things out, I didn’t want— forget it. That’s for Buffy’s ears. I’m catching the next flight I can get, with any luck I can beat this nasty to her.”

“Hang on a minute,” there was a slight rustling and clicking on Willow’s end, “wait, here it is. Humm ok, Spike, think she might be staying somewhere close to the Eiffel Tower. I remembered she included a couple of pictures in the email and it was in the background of two of them, but in the distance, I think they might be from her hotel balcony.”

“That’ll narrow the search a bit. At least I got a slightly smaller haystack…” He eyed the phone number he had written down. A tangible thread connecting him to her.

Willow bit her lip, she hadn’t been able to give him much to go on, but hopefully it would be enough, “Good luck!”

*****

Night had already fallen when the plane touched down at the Paris airport. Spike was really missing the private jet. He scrambled out of the luggage compartment where he had stowed away. He was definitely glad the trip was over. At least he had a cell phone with him. He used it to call Willow back to see if she could help out with identifying the demon, she had only come up with a few more tidbits of information. He also tried calling Buffy a few times, as expected it went straight to voicemail.

Spike immediately started towards the Eiffel Tower. What else could he do except start there and work his way out just hoping to catch her scent? It was nearly dawn when he finally did just outside of a little corner cafe. It was a quaint section of the city, perfect for someone looking for the full Paris experience without being right in the thick of it. He should have known she’d be somewhere like this, he thought. He stood on the street inhaling deeply to follow her scent. It led him to a relatively small hotel. The upper floors would have balcony views of the tower for sure.

“Excusez-moi,” he called to the receptionist “Vous parlez anglais? Mon français est un peu rouillé.”

“Oui, yes, how can I help you?” The receptionist answered, taking in his rather rough appearance.

“I’m looking for a friend of mine, I believe she’s staying here. Summers, is the name. Belle, petite, blonde?”

“Ah! Oui, she has been with us for nearly a week. We thought she must be waiting for a lover, but when none joined her…” again the receptionist looked him over skeptically.

“Got held up,” Spike said, bristling a little.

“Oui, monsieur.”

He cleared his throat, “Eh could you tell me which room she’s in?”

The receptionist gave a curt nod, “Oui monsieur, one moment please. Would you like me to call up for you?”

“That won’t be necessary, just the number, s'il vous plaît.”

Minutes later Spike stood outside Buffy’s door wondering if he should’ve let the receptionist call. His stomach clenched and he bounced on the balls of his feet trying to dispel some of the tension in his body. He flexed his fingers and balled up his fist nervously.

No, it’s best to just get it over with.

He reached out to knock, hesitated again, and rapped the door with his knuckles. When she didn’t initially respond, he knocked a little harder. An older man poked his head out of the door across the hall but went back in at the sight of him. Spike swore under his breath and knocked again.

From the other side he could hear her familiar voice answer “Just a minute! Eh… Une minute, une minute! I’m coming!”

He chuckled and his throat suddenly constricted. A moment later the door opened a crack. He could see her adjusting her bathrobe before looking up at him properly. As she did, her mouth fell open, “S—Spike?” She rubbed her eyes with one hand.

“Hello Buffy,” he said, running a nervous hand over the back of his neck. Almost not daring to look at her.

“Is- is it— really you?” She stammered as she opened the door a little wider.

“Yeah, it’s really me, Love, in the flesh. You look...”

“How?”

“I- well, Willow told me where I could track you down. Mind if we have this conversation inside, please?”

That seemed to bring her back a bit, “You talked to Willow?”

“That’s how I found you. Mind if I come in? We need to talk.”

“Understatement,” she answered numbly as she opened the door further for him, revealing the small crossbow she held relaxed towards the floor, “when did you get back?”

“Let’s start with something less complicated, shall we?”

Buffy turned into her rather comfortable room, letting him pass before setting the crossbow on a little table by the door, “Such as?”

“Well, I don’t know if I should start with how amazing you look, the big bad that’s hunting you down, or the fact that you apparently haven’t been checking your messages.”

”This was supposed to be a vacation.” Buffy sat on the edge of the bed, her bathrobe slipping distractingly revealing the edge of a little cotton nightie. Buffy noticed Spike’s gaze and composed herself halfheartedly.

Let him look— she thought.

“So what’s the big bad?” Her tone was almost business-like, but she sat staring at him.

He looked a little banged-up but it suited him, in a ‘worrier-after-battle’ sort of way. He had a few cuts and bruises that weren’t quite healed and he seemed to be moving a little stiffly; she suspected bruised ribs. There was a particularly bad cut across his cheekbone. Otherwise, he looked good. Really good.

God, I missed him— in more ways than one.

“I’d almost forgotten how beautiful you are,” he said softly.

She scrunched her hair that was still pulled back into a low ponytail. It was mussed from sleep and little tendrils had escaped, “You too,” she sighed, “What is this, Spike? Are you here because of this big bad or for me? A little warning would have been nice.”

He scratched the back of his neck again in frustration, “Slow down, Love. Now if you’d check your bloody messages you’d already have a general idea; not to mention that my appearance here might’ve been a bit less… ya know-“

“Shocking?” She pinned him with a deadly stare.

He deflated a little, “I was going to go with ’awkward’, but ‘shocking’ does the job.” He shifted his stance and gave her a nervous smile, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about the rather fetching robe here but you’ll probably want to throw on something you can fight in. I got a feeling it’s not far behind. Maybe a day or two if we’re lucky.”

Bugger all, William, you sound like an idiot.

Buffy pulled her robe around her a little tighter and steeled her jaw, “Big bad is a day maybe two out, you haven’t seen or talked to me since you went out with a bang, and you’re seriously worried about my bathrobe not being ‘fighty’ enough?” she gave him a look of mock confusion.

Spike dipped his head and clenched his jaw.

She’s got me there…

“Sound like a prat when you put it like that,” he cleared his throat, “I have tried to call you. Willow too, you know.”

Buffy reached inside the nightstand drawer to retrieve her phone, a ‘Full Mailbox’ warning and several missed calls greeting her. “Ohh… yeah I should probably remember to take that with me,” she frowned, “alright, fill me in, what brings you to Paris?”

Spike sighed, as he threw his leather jacket onto a spindled chair. Then walked around to sit in the other one on the opposite side of a small table. He didn’t dare get close, not yet.

Well she still hasn’t hit me yet, that’s promising— still early though. She’s so beautiful.

He flexed his hand, he wanted nothing more than to advance, but not yet. The truth was that this was one reason he hadn’t called or sought her out before. He had been taking some time to figure out who he was and where he fit in without a woman in his life and he knew if he was with her he’d stay. As an ally or as a lover he’d stay.

The time he spent in LA had given him time to think. Getting a talking to from Andrew, of all people, had given him even more to think about. It wasn’t about who he was with but rather what he was doing. Fighting the good fight, feeling a little more sure of his place in the world. That said, he also knew there was still no other place he’d rather do that than by her side if she would have him. She deserved to hear it from him. He owed her at least that much.

Spike sat with his elbows on his thighs, clasped his hands together and looked directly into her eyes “Firstly Love, it’s a bit of a long story.”

“Oh look, we have nothing but time,” she narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m listening.”

Spike cleared his throat, “It starts with that shiny bauble you gave me. It got sent back to Angel. He opens the package and poof I’m standing in his office. One minute I’m right where you left me. Lit up like a torch, my insides boiling, flesh burning. Savin’ the world so the woman I love can live in it; and the next thing I know, I’m standing in the middle of Angel’s desk.”

She relaxed a little, “You’re joking.”

Spike shook his head, “Afraid not. Spent a good chunk of time incorporeal. Made a right mean ghost, I did.”

“You’re not joking.”

“Nope. Then when I finally got all solid again…” he paused and stood up, “look, I was going to come find you. I started out— I just, well I didn't— I didn’t know what to say or how you’d react. Then I got to thinking maybe it was for the best.” He hesitated and swallowed a lump in his throat, “I sort of wanted to see who I was on my own. Trying to find my own way, figure out if I had a bigger purpose,” his voice was horse, his throat suddenly felt raw, “there was a lot going on in LA and I just sort of decided to stay. Do what I could to help. Turns out it was a good thing I did stay, not that the great ungrateful ponce will ever admit it.”

“You chickened out.”

He resumed his seat across from her, “But don’t you see? I’m glad I did. It gave me a chance to work through some things.”

“Alright, so working with Angel helped you work through whatever it was you needed to work through. And it had nothing to do with, I don’t know, finding someone else or—” she fidgeted with the belt on her robe nervously.

“Is that jealousy? Haven’t you heard anything I’ve been saying? I needed time for myself, Love. You’re still the only woman I can think about,” Spike ran his hand roughly over his leg, “look alright— I’ll admit when I got my body back I- I did something I regret. Yeah. But that made me realize I couldn’t just run right back to you. Not just then.”

Buffy looked down at her knees. When she looked back up her eyes were shining with tears, “I missed you… I- how could you just–“ she stood up and started to pace. “Spike, I’m really, really trying to understand this. Taking time for solo reflection and soul searching is not a new concept for me. Hell that’s what this little vacation is supposed to be all about! But I— I thought you were dead! Dusty-dead! Do you have any idea what that did to me? Did you care about that?”

“I’m sorry, Lo—“ he started to say but he was cut short when Buffy punched him in the face and followed it with a kick that sent him toppling off his chair and into the wall.

“You’re sorry? I tell you ‘I love you’, just before you die and you can’t even call me up to tell me you’re not actually dead? You could have told me you needed time, you could have said you wanted to work some things out, but no…” her eyes burned with the tears she was working hard to hold back. “So you’ve been in LA, with Angel of all people?”

“I— yeah alright, I deserve that,” he said, feeling his jaw. He stood up holding up a placating hand, fixing the chair, “You’re right to be upset. I should have let you know what was going on.”

She sniffed angrily but didn’t speak.

“Look, Buffy, I— there’s no love loss between him and me. Too much history there, bit like working with family I’d wager. But, it was time well spent.”

“I sure hope so. You’re lucky I don’t stake you… or at least beat you up some more. God I missed you,” she sat back down with a huff.

“Missed you too, Love,” he grinned.

She took a deep breath, calming herself down, “I’m still trying to get around you and Angel buddy-copping around LA. I’ll assume that’s what triggered the apocalypse.”

“Yeah, you might be closer to the truth than I care to think about right now,” he said, sitting down again. “In all seriousness, Buffy, we lost good people. People I actually cared about. After this last one— I was laid up for a bit, and then the dreams started…” he moved to take a seat next to her on the bed as he continued filling her in. When he finished, Spike turned to her, “…So that’s why I’m here now.” He moved a strand of hair from the side of her face, she didn’t flinch or move his hand “I’m sorry, Buffy.”

Buffy suddenly stood up, and started to pace, “Okay—” she took a deep breath, “okay, I heard you out. I think I understand this thing. Now I want you to understand something,” she turned to him sharply, “I need you to understand that while you were dead, ghostly, undead and worst of all, silent. I was mourning the man I love,” she paused, waiting for him to respond.

Spike was dumbstruck, “Did you say—“

“Glad I got your attention. When you died, I had fallen in love with you, with the man you were— are, becoming.”

“Buffy?” He stood up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders to stop her pacing. “All I can say is that I’m here now. I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me,” he kissed her forehead “I’m sorry I didn’t call, Love .”

Buffy shuddered a moment, her head buried in his shoulder letting a few tears fall. Then she straightened up looking him squarely in the face “I’m not sure if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

His head was spinning, she said she had fallen in love with him. Love— that was better than forgiveness. “I deserve that.”

She shifted slightly, “You said we have some time before this thing comes, right?”

He gripped her shoulders gently, “I think so… probably not much. It has my scent, it’s liable to follow me right to you. I’d only hoped to get to you first and figured we’d come up with a plan together.”

“Big bad, two heads, breaths fire, it has some freaky telepathy mojo, and you already killed one by cutting off its heads right?”

“That’s right,” his throat went dry as she ran her hand over his bicep and he suppressed a moan at her touch. She tilted her head towards him slightly, watching his eyes.

“This was supposed to be a vacation. I just have the one little crossbow, a small ax, and a few stakes. What do you have?” She asked as she continued to run her hand up his arm, stopping at the sleeve of his black t-shirt.

Spike swallowed nervously, “Traveling light are you?”

“I brought more shoes than weapons, and saved room for shopping, so yeah.”

“I got a few goodies that should help us out, they’re there in the duffel.”

“So really what you’re saying is that we have what we need already and there isn’t anything more we can do about this thing until nightfall, am I right?”

He cleared his throat, “Suppose that’s right.”

She let her hand skim over his chest, God I missed him— “You probably need to get cleaned up after your trip, maybe get some sleep? I normally go down to the café for some breakfast about this time. Do you want me to get you anything? I think there is a butcher’s shop nearby, you’ll need your strength.”

He glanced down at the hand she held to his chest, “Yeah alright, I guess I could eat,” her sudden domestic tone coupled with her tender touch was throwing him off and he wasn’t sure what else to say. The truth was that he was nearly starving.

“An assortment of pastries, pig’s blood for you, and coffee for me? Unless you’re interested in doing a little catching up?” she couldn’t help herself, she shot him a sultry smile. She really had missed him, all of him.

“All sounds good, Pet, but ah-” he watched her hand traveling up his arm, “Are you sure you really want to jump back in it with me? I just mean—” he broke off, taking a step back. “It’s been a while. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve dreamed about picking up where we left off but… thing is- Buffy, I know you just ended a relationship, and I haven’t exactly been forthright. You clocked me pretty good there but I figure I deserve worse than that.”

“You’re right. I know, a lot has happened and I don’t care, you’re here and I still love you. Shut up,” she said as he started to open his mouth, “I’ve had lots of time to process. You’re right, I did just end a relationship. It was a stupid rebound thing, and the truth is that it actually helped me sort out a few things myself.”

“Now hang on-“

“No, I’m talking. Do you know why I’m not freaking out more than I am? Because I’m just so damn happy to see you. It's like none of that other stuff matters just as long as you’re really here,” she paused briefly for a breath, ”in case you’ve forgotten, you’re not the first boyfriend I’ve had to come back to the land of the living.”

She pulled herself away and walked over to the open window, the morning light was coming nearer now.

“Did you just say boyfriend?”

“Can we stay on topic, please?” Buffy asked as she closed the window and pulled the blinds shut against the sun.

He stepped back over to her pulling her close, “Thought I was. Go on then.”

She didn’t speak right away, instead, she just stood reveling in the feeling of him holding her. “After Sunnydale, do you know what I regretted most?”

“What’s that?”

“The thing I regretted most was not having more time getting to know who you were becoming. I was falling for you, even then with everything going on. I know that now.”

“Buffy—”

She shook her head sadly, “I missed having you in my life. Maybe it is good you did take some time before coming to see me.”

“Yeah?”

“Now you’re back, I don’t intend on letting you go, William.”

He locked eyes with her “‘William’, am I? You’re serious then? About me; Us?”

In reply she pulled him into a deep tender kiss then said, “I am. You are, aren’t you?”

“I’d go to hell and back for you, Buffy, you know that.”

“Didn’t exactly answer the question.”

“I’m with you, Slayer, I love you.”

“Good. Now, how about breakfast?” She asked with a grin.

“Sod breakfast.”

“Oh so you’re over your reservations about—“

“Chivalrous prattle,” he said and leaned in to kiss her. Buffy responded in kind, guiding him back towards the bed.

She let her fingers glide up under the fabric of his t-shirt, caressing his cool skin. Oh God, I missed him. She thought as she pushed off his shirt. She paused for a moment drinking him in. He still bore some bruises, cuts and scrapes that had probably been much worse than they appeared to be now. She ran her fingers over a nearly healed wound on his side.

“You really took some good hits didn’t you?”

“A few. Nearly healed up now.”

“Good.”

Buffy’s robe slipped off revealing a little cotton nightgown with little cartoon cats printed on it. “I’d been wondering what you had on under there.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and laughed, “Oh yeah, my super sexy ‘sleepy kitty’ nightie,” she said as she undid his jeans.

“Damn straight it’s sexy!” Spike growled as he lifted the little nighty to pull off her panties, “it’s on you, that’s enough. Hell you could make a CowChicken hat look fetching.”

“No, I really didn’t.”

He nipped the shell of her ear, “Don’t really matter what you’re wearing, I’d still love it on you.”

Buffy shuddered in anticipation as he reached a hand between her legs and touched her lightly, “You did miss me, didn’t you, Love?”

She let out a sigh of pleasure. She had missed his touch desperately. “Spike… I need you.”

“Right here, Love,” he murmured as he laid her down on the bed kissing her. She wrapped her legs around him as he slowly took her. She pulled him closer, a little desperately but after so much time apart he wanted to take his time, “I love you, Buffy.”

“And I love you, William.”

“Do you really?”

Buffy’s eyes softened. How could he still not believe her? She ran her fingers over the nape of his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss. “Don’t be stupid.”

Spike dug his fingers into Buffy’s hair as he kissed her again. It was purely electrical. Both of them craving more of each other as they pushed further. Hands roaming freely as though trying to commit each other to memory.

Buffy rolled them so that she was on top. She took her cue from him, driving slowly. He pulled her towards him to pull her nightgown up and off. The sight of her nearly drove him over the edge right then and there, but he mastered himself. Buffy paused for a moment as she pressed herself to him, allowing herself to bask in the feeling of their bare skin touching.

She slowly pushed herself back up as she ran her fingers from his tousled hair over his well muscled body and down to his hips. Using his hips for leverage as she slowly and deliberately began to rock again. Spike grinned up at her as she turned herself around carefully. He knew what was coming, because she knew what he liked. Spike pulled himself into a sitting position pressing his chest to her back as she lowered herself onto him slowly rocking her hips. It had been so long since she had felt this connection to anyone. She craved the way he filled her perfectly as she continued to ride him backwards. Spike moved his hands around her hips and waist urging her on. He let his hands roam freely over her body, reacquainting himself with the curves he had been dreaming about for so long. Moving her hair from her neck, Spike started trailing kisses along her neck, shoulder and back. He worked his way back up to her ear, “Turn around, Love ,” he whispered.

“I thought you liked it like this,” she teased as she continued on a little faster.

Spike grunted his approval, “You know I do. It’s been a while, Love. I just want to see you.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” she moved around to face him. Spike pulled her forward towards him helping her settle back down on top of him as she started to glide once more.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I was crazy for not coming back.”

“Shhh,” she twisted herself to the side lying down on the bed. Spike followed her, thrusting deeply into her as she wrapped her upper leg around behind his back. Buffy turned, twisting to give Spike access to her breast. She gasped as he took one breast in his mouth and the other in his free hand. He felt her as her muscles clenched down tightly, making his thrust nearly impossible. It was his turn to gasp as he felt her shutter around him just before he let go, making her arch her back in ecstasy as he pumped into her letting them both ride out their shared orgasm.

Buffy pulled herself into him, gripping his shoulders as she panted for breath. “I’d almost forgotten what that felt like.”

“Oh we’re not done, beautiful. Far from it.”

“Oh you know it.” She murmured as she pulled him back in for a need-filled kiss.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy fanfic #fanfic #spuffy #bound

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asksep · 1 year

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Did I disappear for almost two weeks because I lost track of the time? Maybe, but if you don't mention it it didn't happen. Anyway!

The cactus is still alive! Name suggestions welcome from anyone but you and jenna, a dragon named "spit fyre" and a pet rock named "petroc" do not give me hope that either of you could pick a good name for my cactus

I'm glad nothing too bad has happened to either of you! Although how do you get lightly set on fire? And what's magykal exhaustion like? Is it more like physical exhaustion or is it mental? I'm assuming physical, based off of absolutely nothing other than it can cause you to pass out (rip marcia, honestly surprised it's only happened once to either of you in ten years)

Yeah, I had a feeling death would probably be the worst thing but it's good that nothings happened in the past few decades. I guess the stuff that's happened with the supreme custodian and domdaniel and everything else might have put people off trying anything too risky lol

There might have been more I'd intended to say? But I've typed this all into your inbox and I can't go back and check your post without copy/pasting all this and frankly, it is 1:20am and I cannot be bothered. Oh! Except for regarding the post about the medieval torture rack, don't you basically live in medieval times? You might be able to test that person's theory :) (this is a joke do NOT)

Hello I have returned from the dead! again i was reminded this blog existed when my own queue went off lmao

It's been a while since you sent this, I hope the cactus is still thriving (though I guess the cold isn't the best climate for a cactus)! And I dunno what you mean I think spit fyre and petroc are perfectly reasonable names. If you haven't got a name (and its still alive) I think it should be named stabby mcstabbyface

The lightly set on fire was because it we were trying experimental fyre spell designed to be strong enough to get tinder burning but then weak enough (and fast enough to burn out) so that it wouldn't injure someone too badly if they accidentally got hit with it. And funnily enough I accidentally got hit with it 🙃 and was lightly set on fire but it burned out really quickly and didn't cause any injuries, just a bit of stinging that was solved with cold water.

Magykal exhaustion is primarily physical with a healthy dose of brain fog to go alongside it - I dunno of you've ever had a migraine but marcia says it's very similar to the aftermath of one? Where the pain has gone but you're still not totally recovered yet?

Yeah, Marcia said one of the things she was worried about with the supreme custodian was that people would try out spells they weren't capable of doing safely and end up injured but thankfully (?) the custodians stamped out magyk outside of the tower enough that the only thing that really carried on were the basics and very well established stuff

Hmm there's some very weird stuff currently lining the long walk, it wouldn't surprise me if I could find a medieval torture rack somewhere in there🤔

How are you? Celebrating anything this winter or avoiding the festivities at all costs?

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ninasnon-sense · 1 year

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So I have a dog, he's half Frenchie and half English bulldog. Picture a Frenchie but longer a little more sleek, still a tank of a dog, but not as short and stocky. As long and as tall as an English bulldog and as wide as a Frenchie. These are old pictures, he's a bit grey around the muzzle these days. So you know, not a huge dog, but definitely not a small dog.

He get's hay fever, nothing serious. A little sneezy, bit of a runny nose, a few bumps on his skin. Except this year he got a lot more bumps. Okay, he's not old but he's definitely not young anymore so maybe he's just a getting a bit more sensitive. He's basically about 35-40 in dog years, so okay. Something to keep an eye on, maybe take him to the vets if it gets worse again next year.

Except hay fever season is well and truly over and the bumps and scabs aren't going away. Okay, but it's been weirdly warm and there's still some flowers, give it another few weeks and if it doesn't clear up then it's vet time. Again, it's not bothering him, no other symptoms. Just some bumps and scabs.

We also have a cat. Our cat is not a very big cat. He's not tiny, but he's on the smaller side. Definitely only about the third of the size of our dog. Here he is being an inconvenience.

So just when I was wondering if I should phone the vets now or give it another week, I found out the true cause of the bumps and scabs.

Turns out our cat is not a particularly gentle lover.

The crawled off my lap, on top of the sleeping dog and properly dug in. Claw and teeth fully out, clinging on like a horny spider monkey and completely locked in position. Just could not be removed.

How did the dog react to this out of no where very stabby humping?

Slept right through it. Didn't so much as twitch. This cat had it's teeth lodged in the back of the poor dogs neck and he didn't even notice.

I don't know why I felt the need to share this, I just felt like if I had to see it someone else should know about it.

#pets are so weird #I swear they get on #they spend a lot of time cuddled up together #this must happen so often but I've never seen it before #I've seen the dog try and hump the cat but that's par for the course #I don't know why they're both like this there isn't a single testicle left between them

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your-good-pal-chevy · 2 years

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Respite

“Through my travels, I have observed that people across the world have many qualities in common. The trappings of such may be different, but the fact remains; All people wish to eat good food, live in comfort, and have both fulfilling work and ample leisure to consume their idle time. Alas, it is also true that often people are unwilling to stick their necks out if it would threaten those things. Even for a good cause. Still, not all hope is lost, as there are a great many souls willing to risk their own comfort and safety if it means extending a hand to those in need.”

Enrico Ziani, The Journeys of a Wild Youth

The village of Lacolley was abuzz with activity following the destruction of the Greencloak encampment. A not insubstantial portion of the nearby forest was burned, but the fire died out quickly enough to not endanger the town.

With the camp’s destruction and the death of Michael Cobb, the Greencloaks had been scattered to the winds. Many of their number had been cut down by the militia that Kalliste had raised, but most of them had escaped into the countryside.

An air of discomfort lingered. Most knew someone whose son or brother had joined the Greencloaks. Many wondered if it was their own relatives that had been party to the violence.

Even so, the Greencloaks disbanding was a cause for celebration to most. The bandits had long been strangling trade in the region and few were sad to see them go. Lacolley in particular, and especially the half-foreign inn-proprietress Irene, had little love for the murderous thieves.

And so it was that Lionel, Kalliste, Lei, and Yazmin found themselves resting on the balcony of Irene’s inn, staring out at the woods they had fought in mere hours earlier.

It was Yazmin who broke the silence.

“So, how did you two meet?” She leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she rested her chin on her steepled hands. “I mean, Lei and I have been traveling together for a while, so it only makes sense that we’d be willing to risk our lives for each other, but Kalli, didn’t you say you’d only known Lionel for a little while before all that stabby nonsense went down?”

Lionel swirled his cup, contemplating the extent of Yazmin’s lung capacity.

“We met here, actually,” Kalliste began, “Greencloaks harassed me on the bridge into town, so I threw them off it. They followed me here, one thing led to another, and we sort of ruined some of Irene’s furniture.”

“And a bit of the floor,” Lionel chimed in, “Frankly, I’m surprised Irene let us come up here.”

“Look, the floorboard wasn’t my fault, it was the other guy’s face that broke it.”

“Says the one who bashed him through it.” Lionel chuckled. “Then again, you also put me out for a bit, so I suppose we should be grateful it wasn’t worse.”

Kalliste pouted as though she’d been hurt. “I already said I was sorry! All I saw was some Vallite brandishing a bottle, how was I supposed to-”

Lionel reached over and patted Kalliste on the head, interrupting her mid-sentence.

“Well,” Lei began, “I have to admit, you two did make an impressive showing of yourselves. Where did you learn to fight?”

Kalliste perked up at that and, placing a hand proudly on her chest, began to speak. “I learned from my parents; my father is a strategos and my mother is a taxarch, both of some note. I learned much from them, as well as from my travel here. I’ve wound up fighting quite a bit, walking the Old Road. Really, Lionel, you northerners have something of a major bandit problem.”

Lionel gestured out to the woods. “Hey, I’ve cleaned up Vallis’ mess. You want me to go fight bandits all the way from here to the Reich?”

She jabbed a finger at him. “Maybe. It could be a fun outing, don’t you think?”

“Please. The Marchlands alone would take a century or more.”

Kalliste covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. “Perhaps,” she managed, “But it could still be fun.”

Lionel thought about the week’s events. He thought about the days spent in a ten foot hole, wallowing in the mud. He thought about the look in the eyes of the men he’d killed, the instant that they realized death was upon them.

It didn’t strike him as a terribly fun way to spend his life.

The group seemed to notice his darkening expression, so Yazmin interjected again. “So, Kalli, why’d you walk all this way here instead of, I don’t know, hopping on a boat or something? I mean, Syllada’s a long way from here by foot.”

“My brother went missing somewhere between here and home. Sent a letter talking about some sort of ruin he’d be working in, I’m here to find it. I’m hoping I’ll find him in the process.” Kalliste smiled, but it was without warmth. She was trying to keep up the appearance of high spirits, but her mission clearly weighed on her.

Yazmin furrowed her brow. Her attempts at making conversation had, thus far, largely been met with sad and awkward responses. That wouldn’t do at all.

“Okay,” she began, speaking at a reasonable pace, “Lionel, you said something back at the Greencloaks’ camp, right? Something about their supplies?”

Lionel snapped his fingers. “The crates. They had the seal of a Vallite noble house, I recognized it. House Demirel, they’re from a county a ways northeast of here. Their seat is on the northern coast.”

Kalliste seemed to remember something and, wagging her finger, chimed in. “Count Demirel, one of my brother’s letters mentioned something about them. You think he has something to do with the Greencloaks?”

“Maybe. I mean, the supplies could have easily been stolen, so we don’t know for sure.”

“Except,” Lei interjected, “The Greencloaks mostly only went after foreign merchants. Where would they have gotten their hands on so many crates stamped with a Vallite seal?”

“You’re right,” Lionel said, “There’s got to be some kind of connection there. And Kalliste, your brother was involved with the Count Demirel?” Seeing Kalliste nodding, Lionel then pointed to Lei.

“You and I were both imprisoned by the Greencloaks. We all had to fight them. Now we’re learning that they might have had the backing of a Vallite lord who’s plausibly connected to Kalliste’s missing brother. I say we go pay the Demirels a visit and get to the bottom of this.”

Placing their hands together, the four of them made their pact there on that balcony. They had worked together well in facing down the Greencloaks, and that had forged a bond of sorts between them. On that balcony, they codified that bond in their hearts.

And thus, the first moves had been made. The pieces were in play. The game was in motion.

Mother Moon watched with nervous anticipation. She wasn’t the gambling type, but a gamble had been made.

Now, she had to wait.

#creative writing #delonis #cw death mention #cw violence mention #man this sucks

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