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highvern · 2 months

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Secret Games

Pairing: Chwe Vernon x f!reader

Genre: angst, smut, 18+

Warnings: cheating, alcohol consumption, weed consumption, penetrative sex, toxic relationship

Length: 1.7k

Note: i cried writing this. the most toxic piece ive ever written but sometimes fic is the best place to work out issues lmao. originally inspired by girlfriend - avril lavigne but i took it and made it a lot worse. thank you @gyuswhore for being the best beta in the world

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Vernon is convinced the entire universe is playing a practical joke on him. It has to be. Vernon would never cheat on his girlfriend, wouldn’t even entertain the idea, and if someone told him a month ago he’d be where he is now, he’d take them to the hospital for a CT scan.

But a month ago he hadn’t met you, and now Vernon feels like the biggest asshole on the face of the earth.

He loves Olivia. She’s his soulmate, his favorite person, the girl he told his mom was the one since they started dating when he was a junior in college. Four years together and never once did he question if she was the person he wanted to be with.

Until you.

The only person to blame was himself. Getting caught up in the attention of the newest addition to the friend group, failing to ignore longing looks or sideways glances, reacting to your not so subtle touches. It didn’t matter if his girlfriend was sitting in his lap or she was nowhere to be seen, you seemed to zero in on him the moment you entered the room.

From the first night in the smoky club, you had him in the palm of your hand. Dancing on another man while your eyes never left his. Watching him over the mystery man's shoulder, while Olivia pressed her front to his. Pretended the body under his palms belonged to you, the lips pressed to his neck were yours.

Something passed between you two that night and since then every waking moment of Vernon’s existence revolved around how shitty of a boyfriend he became when put to the test.

But he’d been better lately. Avoiding nights out where you might be lurking, urging his girlfriend to have as many girls’ nights as she wants, hoping she might be slipping the same way he was. But Olivia didn’t look at anyone the way she looked at him. She’d never betray him, never think twice about another man even when they flirt with her out in the open like her boyfriend isn’t sitting right next to her.

That knowledge only makes the truth harder to swallow.

The beginning of the end starts in a small hall closet at Soonyoung’s apartment. Everyone came over to celebrate his recent promotion. Several rounds of drinks later, the subject of celebration insisted in a game of hide and seek. There weren't many options to hide almost twenty bodies but alcohol has a way of soothing practical concerns.

Mingyu’s voice boomed through the apartment, jumping into action immediately and sending bodies scurrying for cover.

Vernon pulled the closet door tight, praying Jun’s attempt to hide behind a lamp and Jeonghan half sticking out from under the couch would buy him enough time to avoid capture.

He could still hear the older man counting when the door opened. A sliver of light cuts across his eyes, casting the body pressing into the space in shadow. For a split second he thinks its his girlfriend, already laughing with childish glee at being so close.

But then Vernon realizes the person pushing in is you.

“Ready or not!”

Vernon tries to move back as far as he can into the wall but the bite of the shelves into his spine prevent more than a few inches of space between you. The door barely manages to click shut in time for footsteps to trample by, Mingyu’s laughter bleeding through the wood.

In the darkness, Vernon finds a sudden awareness of your body. The roar of blood in his ears does little to drown out the sound of your breathing. Painfully measured breaths that stop every time someone shuffles by on the other side of the door. The heat radiating off your back across the inch of space between your bodies, a ghost of the real thing.

A loud bang makes you both jump, and with the limited space you end up in flat against Vernon’s chest, his arms around your waist to steady you. He knows you can feel his heart pounding. Not from being caught in such a silly game but from the proximity of your ass to his crotch; bodies firmly suctioned against one another.

He tries not to react when you wiggle against him in an attempt to create more space. Vernon is desperate for you to ignore the hard curve of his pants, rising with each movement, each inhale of your perfume.

“Vernon?” you call. “I said you're stepping on my foot.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Wait, let me just,” you whisper back.

At that moment, all of his defenses crumble. Chest to chest, your breath brushing against his ear, Vernon knows it’s futile to fight what he’s feeling. Your hands skating down his chest confirm it, rocketing his heart into a tailspin.

He wants you.

And the way you look up at him, with lazy blinks and a drunk smile, tells Vernon you want him too.

A flush makes its way up his neck and he’s thankful for the darkness you're both absorbed in. The thought of all the others beyond the space you two occupy isn’t a blip in his mind. Vernon doesn’t want you to see what an obvious effect you have on him; even if the evidence is digging into the softness of your stomach.

A pass of your lips against his jaw scorches the flesh. Barely a second of contact; simple, chaste. But the imprint will stain his consciousness forever. Each lave of your tongue against the column of his throat forces him deeper into the pits of hell.

The sting of our teeth precedes an airy whine, “Vernon.”

His head drops back at the sound of his name on your tongue again. He wants to taste, to suck the words out of your mouth while his hands force it from your lips over and over again.

Just as he’s about to, the door knob jiggles.

“Y/N, Vernon! We know you’re in there! We caught everyone else.”

Splitting apart, the warm light from the hall floods the tight space. Stumbling out, Vernon shoulders past you, past his friends, to where Olivia is waiting with a knowing gaze. He can’t look at her. Can’t look at his friends all laughing drunkenly, declaring you the winner

Despite the look of absolute disappointment Olivia appraises him with, she doesn’t object when his hand circles her wrist and Vernon tugs her through the front door.

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Vernon tries to bury what he felt in that closet in his girlfriend’s body. Tries to remember how much he loves her, wants to be with her.

Neither of them seem to be fully present. He can feel it in her body, the way she stiffens under his hands like they freeze her muscles solid. The rasps of Olivia’s half hearted moans churn his stomach, tying knots over and over again until he thinks he might be sick.

They’ve been knocked off their axis by something, someone. The practiced ease of their bodies is nowhere to be found. She’s a step ahead and he’s a step behind but rather than stop and talk about it like they usually do, they both press forward as if it’s normal.

Who they’re pretending for, Vernon has no idea. Each other? Themselves? All the people who’ve watched their relationship bloom over the years? It doesn’t matter. He can feel years of love turning to dust and he can’t bare to watch.

Thoughts of you break the dam in his mind. How you felt under his hands, your lips against his skin, how you’d taste on his tongue. What sounds you’d make if no one interrupted what was just over the edge in the closet.

The mirage of you, head thrown back in bliss as you take his cock rockets him to the end. Eyes cinched shut, imagination running rampant. It’s you underneath him, skin sticking to his, nails raking down his spine. It’s the smell of your shampoo still lingering in his nose as he buries his face in Olivia’s neck and loses himself in the motions.

Vernon doesn’t realize he cums with your name on his lips until Olivia’s sobs reach his ears.

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You shudder against the freezing wind, puffs of smoke washing away as soon as they exit your nostrils. A bile of shame and regret burns the back of your throat; something not even the sting of liquor is able to drive away. But that won’t stop you from drinking straight from the bottle you nabbed from Mingyu’s hand before running outside.

Maybe it's the weed or the booze but you’ve never felt so empty. A bitter hollowness, rotting you to the core. Tear tracks stain your cheeks, prickling in the frigid winter air. The cacophony of street noise falls on deaf ears as you replay the events filling you with misery.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Flirting with Vernon had been Olivia’s idea. A friend helping a friend. She wanted to test his loyalty. Begged you to help her assuage her doubts about their relationship. Vernon’s lack of reassurance, her belief that he’d leave her for someone else. All you were supposed to do was smile and make bedroom eyes and see if he’d cave. When that didn’t work, she told you to step it up; looks turned into touches, and flirty comments turned into late night texts where she told you exactly what to say to have him wrapped around his finger.

And when that didn’t work, she shoved you into the closet with her boyfriend to see what’d take place in the dark, away from prying eyes.

Olivia got what she thought she wanted in the end. A nod from you was all the confirmation she needed as her boyfriend whisked her out the door.

No one else seemed to pick up the tension trickling out of the closet. They were all so eager to believe that Vernon and Olivia were in love; the type of couple who you aspire to be like, so wrapped up in one another that the thought of them separated made no logical sense. Why would Vernon even consider someone else? The thought he’d do anything to jeopardize such a clandestine pairing wasn’t even a thought in the horizon.

The buzz of your phone knocks you from your stupor. A humorless huff of air sighs through your nose as you silence the fourth call in the last ten minutes. Barely a second for the same name to pop up again.

Incoming call… Vernon Chwe

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joeyleesblog · 11 months

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I just watched grey's anatomy and my mind was bombarded with a Spider-centric Modern Avatar AU idea! (obviously)

Neytiri is a doctor, on duty tomorrow, she and another doctor are going to see a young patient who has been stabbed somewhere in the abdomen and has lost a lot of blood and urgently needs a blood transfusion. So far, so good, so normal. It turns out that when Neytiri saw the patient, she immediately recognized him as the best friend, practically brother, of her children and who had recently moved in with their father, of whom she and her family are not particularly fond. And said father was the one who brought Spider to the hospital and is trying not to have a heart attack right now with his son's situation.

Beauty, transfusion done, medical care done and everything else, Spider is out of danger, but he still needs to stay under observation and take his antibiotics. Now the most important thing: what the hell happened to him Well, according to Quaritch, he went to wake Spider up to go to school, as he does most mornings, but when the kid didn't wake up to his name being called several times, Quaritch took out his handkerchief and that's when he saw the bed full of his son's blood and immediately called 911.

“Had drinks at the bar last night with my old squad.” He explains, guilt in his eyes. “When I got home I passed out on the couch and didn't see when he arrived or if he had already arrived before me. My guess is he got into another street fight and for some reason decided he could handle a stabbing himself.”

Well, that explains the ugly bruises on her body and face, but Neytiri is pretty convinced the assailant is Quarirch, given the man's TSPT and apparent alcohol problems, and because she considers him human scum. People may have been getting aggressive between these two? Nhya, just a little bit.

Anyway, Spider is finally conscious and able to answer questions.

“It was a street fight.” He says, given credence to his father's explanation. He is scolded by both Quaritch and Neytiri for not calling 911 when he was stabbed.

Anyway, when Quaritch finally leaves the room to go to the cafeteria, Neytiri takes the opportunity to speak alone with Spider and find out what really happened last night. She is direct, asking if it was Quaritch. Spider promptly denies it, Neytiri insists.

“I'll guarantee you'll be fine, just tell me the truth.”

“Miss Sully I know you hate my father but please stop accusing him of abusing me!”

“He is mentally unstable and is still an alcoholic.”

“He is not an alcoholic! And we have a punching bag at home in case we want to take out our anger!”

“And yet you have bruises from street fights.”

“I didn't look for the fight!”

Anyway, in the end Spider keeps insisting on the street fight, but not even Quaritch believes that story, but nobody gets anything from this kid. At some point, Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak learn about Spider and promptly go to the hospital. They also don't buy the street fight story and insist he tell the truth. Spider is already irritated and will tell them to leave if they keep insisting. Lo'ak and Kiri go to get him to cool off, but Neteyam stays and continues to demand that Spider tell the truth. Spider finally has enough.

“Do you really want to know? It was you!”

Heavy silence.

“What... what?” Neteyam was beyond shock.

Spider inhales and takes a deep breath before telling everything.

“You called me last night to pick you up from the bar. You were very drunk. On the way we started to argue, then you punched me, then another, then another, I just blocked. So you pulled out a switchblade and I couldn't dodge it, then you threw up and passed out, I took you home and went to mine. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to get you in trouble and I wanted to spare you the blame.”

When realization hits Neteyam, he becomes heartbroken, in despair and cries a lot, Spider cries along. It's a little tricky afterwards, but things will be fine eventually.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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He was sure when their daughter was older he’d love her wilfulness, the stubborn streak she’d got from both of them. They were traits that would help her when she needed them, things that had served both him and Emily well.

But right now, he really just wanted her to eat her breakfast.

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This is a belated birthday present for the lovely @whitecrossgirl. You are the ultimate hype woman and I will forever be grateful for your friendship and the way you yell at me when I write something angsty <3

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Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Pregnancy

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“Daddy, you’re doing it wrong.”

Aaron sighs and looks up from the plastic Frozen plate he’d put his daughter’s toast onto, and he looks at his three-year-old, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her across the kitchen counter.

“Alice, it’s toast. I don’t think it’s possible to get it wrong,” he says patiently, cutting it into strips for her before he places it in front of her.

“Mommy does it different,” she says, looking up at him with the same wide dark eyes she’d inherited from his wife, “She lets me have her toast.”

Aaron frowns, his lack of sleep from the last several days catching up with him as he tries to understand what his daughter is telling him, “So, you eat Mommy’s toast for breakfast?”

Alice nods enthusiastically, and Aaron groans, recalling just a week ago as he watched his little girl eating toast off of Emily’s plate. Something he hadn’t thought about every other morning Emily had been away because breakfast had been bowls of cereal, Alice and Jack had talked him into the sugary stuff more than once, before he got them out of the house for school.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t manage his children, but Emily’s absence was sharply felt by all of them. She was in London helping Clyde with a case, a favour Aaron knew from the nightly phone calls he had with her she regretted agreeing to, and wasn’t coming home for another two days. He missed her, wasn’t used to being in their home without her, and he knew both Alice and Jack felt the same way.

Alice, however, had struggled the most.

As soon as they found out Emily was pregnant with her they had conversations about what that would mean for both of them continuing working for the BAU. Ultimately, Emily decided that she would find something different. She only became more sure that was something she wanted to do when they found out they were having a daughter, as if it became all the more clear to her that she didn’t want to repeat the cycle she’d grown up in. Ultimately, either through good timing or Clyde interfering, Aaron knew which one he considered more likely, a position at the Interpol office in DC came up and she took the job.

It had been a change for all of them, and he missed spending so much time with his wife, but it had been a good one. Made clear whenever he’d come home from a long case to find his family all curled up on the couch and waiting for him. An understanding smile on Emily’s face as they silently agreed they’d talk about whatever horror he’d seen later before the kids jumped on him, thrilled to have him back. Emily being away was different. The job Clyde had found, or created, for her was mostly office based. She had a large team who did the majority of the fieldwork and on the odd occasion she went away it was only for a night or so. This, by the time she got home, would be a week. The longest she had ever been away from Alice since she was born, and the little girl had struggled with it.

Everything he did was ‘wrong’ or ‘not how mommy does it.’ He knew it wasn’t personal, that Alice loved him, but she had been all about Emily since the moment she was born. A tiny dot of a thing that would only sleep curled up on her mother’s chest and cried if she was taken too far away from her.

He couldn’t blame his daughter. His wife was his favourite person too, but it meant he’d spent the vast majority of the last week trying to convince a mini version of his wife to do things she didn’t want to do. He was sure when their daughter was older he’d love her wilfulness, the stubborn streak she’d got from both of them. They were traits that would help her when she needed them, things that had served both him and Emily well.

But right now, he really just wanted her to eat her breakfast.

He sighs and leans down next to her, his elbows on the kitchen counter as he makes himself her height, “Sweetheart, Mommy isn’t here,” he says, his heart aching a little at the sadness in her eyes, “So I can’t make you her toast.”

She sighs as if she has the weight of the world on her shoulders and looks down at the, rapidly cooling, toast he put in front of her before looking back up at him, “You can make Daddy’s toast?”

“Sure,” he says, standing back up and picking up the bread before slipping another slice into the toaster, “Daddy’s toast coming right up.”

He smiles as his daughter beams at him, and he shakes his head. He was counting down the seconds until his wife came home.

___

Emily groans as she sits in her seat, immediately having to readjust to get the tiniest bit comfortable, her hand on her ever-expanding stomach as she settles down. The next 8 hours were going to be long. She could barely sleep on a commercial flight at the best of times, let alone when she was 6 months pregnant, but she was looking forward to getting home and seeing Aaron and the kids. She knew she’d miss them, but she was surprised by how much, by how it felt like she’d left a part of herself at home.

She supposed, in some way, she had.

It was still strange to think that this was her life now. That she had roots so deeply anchored into the ground back home that she felt unsteady when she was away from her family. It was something she had grown up without. Something she’d had to get used to when she and Aaron first got together. The sense of belonging that she had searched for in all the wrong places her entire life. She wanted to provide it for Jack, Alice and the little boy she was currently carrying, and she never wanted them to doubt for one moment that they were loved.

At first, she’d almost turned Clyde down for this trip, unsure if she wanted to go or, if she was honest, if he was just asking her to go over to mess with her. Ever since she’d turned down his initial job offer for London he’d make jokes about how he’d get her over there one day, how she’d get bored of family life, of the extraordinary ordinary day-to-day she coveted, and come crawling back to him.

Aaron, despite the fact he did not appreciate those jokes from her old boss and friend, gently encouraged her to go. His hand on her bump as he reminded her it would be a while before she would get the chance to go again.

She’d enjoyed herself. She’d laughed at Clyde as she told him, with a completely straight face, that she was going to name her son after him and watched his horrified reaction before she told him she’d never dream of actually doing it. She’d done some good with the team there, bringing them up to par with her own team at home. She’d had a taste of the life she could have had, and it made her all the more grateful for what she was about to go back to.

“Good thing I booked first class, huh?” She whispers, rubbing her bump, smiling as she feels her son shift under her skin, “I don’t think there would be enough room for both of us in a regular seat, sweet boy.”

“I was just about to offer you a cocktail for take off,” the air steward says, smiling at Emily as she looks up at her, “But I can see that won’t be necessary.”

Emily chuckles politely and runs her hand over her belly again, “No,” she says, looking at the tray of mimosas with some envy, “Not this time anyway.”

“Can I get you anything else, ma’am?”

Emily smiles at the other woman, her unending cheeriness seemingly catching, “Actually, I would kill for a soda, a Diet Coke or something,” she says, sighing at just the thought of it, “My husband is a bit crazy when it comes to my nutrition, so I’d best make the most of it before I land back at home.”

She knew Aaron meant well. That his attempts to sneak fruit and vegetables into her food with the same tricks they used on their toddler were only because he cared, and that it was something he could control, but it was driving her insane. He’d done the same thing when she was pregnant with Alice and it had led to an argument where he’d apologised with Del Taco, approaching her in their bedroom like she was a lion in its enclosure that he was offering food to.

Thankfully he’d been a little more chilled out this time around.

“I’ll get that for you right away,” the air stewardess says before turning around and heading back towards the kitchenette.

Emily smiles as she settles back into her seat a little more, grateful for the extra room, and she chuckles as the baby kicks particularly hard.

“You’re not going to let me get any sleep are you?”

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By the time she picks up her luggage, she’s exhausted.

A kind man lifts her bag from the carousel for her and she thanks him, yawning as she wheels it away and towards the arrival lounge. She’s idly thinking about getting a cup of tea before she gets her Uber when she hears a familiar voice shouting, stopping her from walking any further.

“Mommy!”

She turns to see Alice running towards her, Jack and Aaron just a few paces behind, her little arms outstretched. Her wild hair is tied back in two braids, and she’s wearing an FBI t-shirt Derek had bought her as well as a bright pink tutu and leggings from Penelope. Emily immediately feels the burn in the back of her throat as she looks at her family, her eyes filling with tears she will absolutely blame on the baby and not on the fact they’d all made her soft.

“Hi, sweet girl,” she exclaims, letting go of the handle of her suitcase and bending down just enough to pick up Alice as she reaches her, the little girl's arms tight around her neck. She picks her up, wincing slightly at the pull in her back as she straightens up. Alice hugs her tightly, perched on top of Emily’s bump, and she hugs her back just as fiercely. She kisses the side of her daughter's head, tension she didn’t realise was in her chest dissipating at the familiar scent of her shampoo, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you, Mommy,” Alice says, her face pressing into her mother’s neck, “You were gone for so long.”

Emily holds her a little tighter, guilt she hadn’t known was possible before she became a parent and work caused her to miss one of Jack’s soccer games burning at the inside of her chest. It felt like no matter what she was doing the wrong thing. As if she was somehow letting her children down. In moments like this, she wondered how her mother pushed through it. If she’d spent years perfecting how not to be affected by not showing up to dance or piano recitals or even school presentations.

Sometimes, she wondered if her mother ever felt it at all.

“Mommy’s home now though,” Aaron says as he reaches them, his arm around Emily as he leans in for a kiss, winking as he pulls away to let her know they were all fine, her emotions are clear as day to him, just as his exhaustion was clear to her. He places his hand on her bump, smiling at the feeling of the baby moving. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” she says back to him, kissing him once more, “I was supposed to get a cab.”

He hums, raising his eyebrow at her, “Yeah, because I was going to let my pregnant wife get a cab home from the airport. Garcia would never have forgiven me.”

She laughs before turning her attention to Jack, “Hi honey, are you ok?”

He nods enthusiastically as he wraps his arms around her other side, sandwiching her in between all the members of her family, “Missed you, Mom.”

She adjusts Alice to remove an arm from around her so she can pull her oldest in closer for a hug, smiling as Alice grasps even tighter at her as if she was trying to climb under her skin, “You too.”

They stand there for a moment before Aaron is the first to detach, he nods towards Alice, “Want me to take her?”

Emily shakes her head, “I can carry her to the car.”

Whether he agrees with her or not, he nods and reaches for the handle of her suitcase, “Come on,” he says, leading the way towards the parking garage, “Let’s get Mom home.”

___

Aaron walks out of the ensuite after he finishes his nightly routine and into the master bedroom. He stops just shy of the bed when he sees Alice curled up in the middle of it, the toddler fast asleep and her arm thrown over Emily, her small hand resting over her baby brother.

“I seem to remember putting her in her own bed only a couple of hours ago,” he says quietly, his smile widening as Emily looks up at him, her own smile shy.

“She snuck in when you were in the bathroom,” Emily replies, running her hands through the toddler’s hair, “I didn’t want to send her back to her room.”

Aaron shakes his head fondly as he climbs into bed next to them, “If I’m being honest, she slept in here every night you were gone,” he admits, looking at Alice as she sleeps, “On your side of the bed. She missed you.”

Emily blows out a slow breath as she continues to play with the little girl's hair, “I missed her too,” she replies, smiling at her husband, “All of you.”

He watches her carefully, how there’s tension in her jaw. A slight tremble to her chin. And a look in her eyes that she only let him see, a vulnerability that she couldn’t keep hidden from him if she tried.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?”

She sighs, “Yeah, I’m ok. It’s just…” she drifts off, not entirely sure how to put it into words, “I guess I got a taste of what my life could have been if I’d taken Clyde’s offer,” she says, “And it would have been great. I would have been happy there but it wouldn’t have been this. I can’t imagine my life without you and Jack,” she looks back down at Alice, “or her,” she laughs humourlessly, her spare hand resting on her belly, “Or him. It’s like I saw the other side of the coin or something. And I feel a little…”

“Off balance?” He offers as she struggles to finish her sentence, and she nods as she looks back up at him.

“Yeah,” she replies, “Quite literally actually, I think my centre of gravity shifted yesterday,” she narrows her eyes, “Clyde kept saying I was waddling.”

“I could punch him, if you want,” he offers, placing his hand on her stomach.

She laughs, “You’d fly all the way there to hit him for me?”

He nods without hesitating, “I’d do anything for you.”

She shakes her head at him, her teeth digging into her lower lip and she places a hand on his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss, “I love you. I’m so glad this is my life. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if our son is making me waddle.”

“I love you too,” he says, stamping another kiss against her lips, “And you’re beautiful,” he leans down to press a kiss to her belly, doing the same to Alice’s forehead before he sits back up, “I’m glad this is our life too.”

She smiles at him and leans into his side as he wraps his arm around her, careful not to disturb Alice as she moves, “So…she gave you hell, huh?”

Aaron groans and kisses the side of her head, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

She chuckles, “And the outfit at the airport?”

“You’re lucky I talked her down to the tutu,” he says, running his hand up and down her arm, “She wanted to wear her dinosaur costume.”

Emily smiles as she looks down at their daughter, fast asleep between them, “We have got to talk to Pen about the number of costumes she buys her. Alice was ok though? Apart from sleeping in here and running you ragged?”

He hums in response, “Well, she definitely has your attitude,” he says, smiling when she gasps in outrage, “I just hope that she uses it to be a CEO or something, not the leader of a gang in prison.”

She sits up to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed together, “Hey,” she exclaims, lightly slapping the shoulder she’d been leaning against, “She would run an excellent gang.”

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 7 months

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sorry if you’ve done anything similar to this, but what about HCs for getting wine drunk with the papas? could be spicy or silly! ty ty ilysm!

I need a little silly in my life, so I did some wine drunk shenanigans! Hope you enjoy! <3

Minor Tag Warning for Alcohol and Drunkeness

Reader Getting Wine Drunk with the Papas!! (Ambiguous relationship)

Papa Nihil: Nihil isn't a big wine drinker, but he won't say no to wine with dinner or a good movie. The easiest way to get him to want a wine is watching a movie while you eat some good old authentic italian pasta. Nihil claims he can't eat pasta without it! It's always a red wine and an older horror movie. You can't beat the classics! But you have a good time every time you get wine drunk. The wine turns you both in Mystery Science Theatre, and you do nothing but laugh and comment on any and everything about the movie! Sometimes the wine makes you do something crazy, like try to play a board game! But the night always ends the same. All the food and drinks gone and you both just chatting until you fall asleep. It's always safe and cozy, even when you wake up hung over. Though the wine is always blamed for when suddenly Nihil is getting billed for several new movie streaming services he can't remember signing up for.

Papa I: Neither of you were TRYING to become drunk. It started innocently enough! There had been too many complaints about the Unholy Communion wines tasting awful. The Siblings of Sin were not shy in requesting something more decadent and easier to stomach. You and Papa, on your insistence, decided to find something to start using Clergy wide. In your mind it was a fun time to try all the fancy drinks with your favorite person! Papa was more happy to indulge you and just wanted to solve this as quickly as possible. But you are a bad influence. Convincing him it was a waste to do a traditional wine tasting! So after many glasses neither of you found the perfect communion wine... instead you found yourselves laughing on his couch. Trying to have unserious philosophical discussions through slurred speech. Papa admits it's the type of fun he needs outside of his brooding and serious ministry duties. Imagine your surprise when he invites you over again. This time to share a bottle just for you two!

Papa II: You were never a big wine drinker until you became close to the second Emeritus. Papa has the most well stocked wine cellar you have ever seen! Many people forget that under his classy and collected exterior is a man who loves to party! Or at least unwind and let go. So every once in a while he will ask you to pick something for dinner, or if you just want to sit and drink with him. Most of the time it's in his music room where you put in vinyls and just sink into the expensive sofa. You find he's much more talkative when properly drunk, and more willing to have fun. There have been many times Papa has decided that being drunk is the perfect time to teach you how to dance! You've fallen a few times, but both of you always laugh it off and go back to finding a good song to listen to! You always enjoy the looser side of Papa! The man who drunkingly explains the rise and fall of the Beatles in the music industry. Or he enjoys the way you cried once because you found your favorite song on one of his albums, and insisted he put it on repeat.

Papa III: Now THIS is when you both get the best gossiping time! It's actually a biweekly ritual you two share when you both have the time! Wine bottles out, the charcuterie boards full, and both of you ready to blow off steam! Life is so stressful, so why not find time to have a good wine with the best company? It always starts the same. One of you raging about the current annoyance in your life, and the other popping open a cork and pouring your glasses full. It usually starts with both of you venting, to both of you chatting, to both of you laughing your asses off about nothing. Sometimes you get drunken ideas, like rearranging the furniture that neither of you can move! Other times you decide you need a late night take out run (DRIVEN BY A GHOUL OF COURSE) and come back with bags full of fast food. This last time you both woke up to Papa's closet sloppily 'organized'. the only clue being a Marie Kondo video on your phone, and all of his socks in a basket. It's always in good fun!

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: When it comes to wine, you and Copia always promise yourselves 'one glass'. But sometimes, you just need a whole bottle or two. You both agreed it's not that you NEED wine to unwind; but it's nice to indulge once in a while. So the times you do get drunk off of wine, it's planned and thought out. Copia will select the best bottles he can for the night, and you get the best dinner or snacks to pair with it. You always do a quick glass cheers to each other and have at it! Like with Terzo, sometimes you just need to gossip or vent. Other times it's to unwind and NOT think about the day. Others it's to celebrate and find something fun to do! You've both woken up from your two person party wearing expensive lamp shades! This is one of the few times you both get into mischief together! Terrorizing the gardens at night, or finding your way into Copia's office to fuck around with his paper work. Anything to keep you two occupied! Your favorite time so far had been turning his office into a miniature club with strobe lights and his lava lamp collection. You were both pretty bewildered when you saw the mess you made the next day!

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #ghost fluff #ghost funny #ghost reader insert #papa nihil #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #reader insert #ambiguous relationships #alcohol #drunk #wine #minor trigger warning

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thesakuragarnet · 4 months

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PHOENIX AU: Fun Facts

hey y’all, sorry for being MIA. I got sick when I went on vacation but I’m home now! No idea how frequently I will be posting but I will be spending the next several months forcing myself to write so yeehaw. Anyway here’s some PHOENIX fun facts about some characters from my fanfiction lifeblood (PHOENIX: A Pro Hero Toya Todoroki AU) that I posted on my Instagram @the_sakura_garnet a while back

(includes some references to BNHA OC's that I have that are in PHOENIX and it's prequel)

MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

PHOENIX AU Toya Todoroki Fun Facts

Miyuki Sero made a bet with him during their second year involving Everclear, and it's the closest Toya's ever come to getting alcohol poisoning. Miss Kaminari forced him to clean the common room for two months as punishment

He can do the entire Ludacris rap in "Baby" by Justin Bieber

Has only cried a handful of times because of movies. Most of those times have been movies he's watched with his sister. But he'll never admit it

He and Natsuo crashed a sled into their father's car one winter, and proceeded to blame five year old Shoto for it...who was inside...with Enji...the entire time.

He has keyed the cars of all his sister's exes

PHOENIX AU Keigo Takami Fun Facts

Has sponsors from literally every place that sells chicken, but KFC is his place of choice

For one of their first dates, Keigo forced Toya to come along on a search for the "perfect chicken tender" where they ordered from every place and they ranked all of them. Led to a lot of arguments that left both of them crying from laughing so hard about how passionate the other was about their opinion

He owns several matching/complementing outfits with Rumi from their shopping spree days at the academy, and some of them are dresses

If he has the AUX there will be Broadway tunes, Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, or classic rock ONLY. With minimal exceptions

He's always playing "I Wanna Party" from Rio unironically when he's getting ready in the morning and has developed a whole song and dance routine to it. occasionally, Toya will do the second verse if he's awake and Rue will do the female vocals. There have been several early dance parties at the PHOENIX Agency, and it's a pain for collaborating heroes when they have to travel team-up for missions

PHOENIX AU Rumi Usagiyama Fun Facts

She's a black belt in taekwondo, judo, Krav Maga, and generally kicking ass (BONUS: She has a trophy that says "best at kicking ass" that Toya had made for her as a birthday gift)

She feels guilty for being cold and mean to Toya for so long before they became friends, but she doesn't know how to approach him about it (even though he's left that all behind and doesn't hold it against her)

Her favorite workout playlist artists are Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat, and Megan Thee Stallion

Midnight helped her come to terms with her sexuality with her confidence and unapologetic expression

She's double-jointed, has never taken a steroid (contrary to popular belief in the tabloids), and prides herself on being healthy

PHOENIX AU Ryuko Tatsuma Fun Facts

Her mother used to make her do beauty pageants/contests, and she would win flawlessly every time

She was born into a very wealthy family, but ironically didn't let her riches go to her head until reaching fame

During school, she occasionally ate edibles to calm her nerves as she would obsess over her grades, which is why her parties always had them

She constantly showers Rumi with extravagant gifts, but Rumi considers Ryuko the greatest gift of all

(Not so fun fact and SPOILER) she left Rumi for Uwabami when she dumped her in Chapter 40

PHOENIX AU Shinji Nishiya Fun facts

During their entire first year, Shinji was absolutely terrified of Toya because of their Quirk incompatibility (fire and wood don't mix)

He secretly had a slight crush on Rumi for a couple years, which is another reason why Yu never liked Rumi

He and Amari used to make conspiracy boards in the common room whenever they got high

He has acted as a getaway driver for a number of Toya's antics (he's the only person that doesn't make Toya carsick when he drives)

He scored the highest in Hero/Civilian/Villain Psychology during their Second and Third Years

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fe-fictions · 5 months

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I absolutely adore your Virion stories. Do you have more to share?

(I do! Here's some Virion comforting Robin who's very very overwhelmed ;;; U ;; )

When Virion came into the tent that evening, he did not expect to find you crying. You, his strong, confident, solid as a rock wife, was hunched up in the corner of your tent, knees drawn to your chest as you sobbed on your cot.

Immediately Virion was on the defensive.

“Amour!” He cried out quietly, darting to your side and gathering you up in his arms. It was all you could do to grasp onto his tunic, burying your face in his chest as he enveloped you in his embrace. “Mon amour, what has happened? Why are you so upset?”

You could only shake your head, clutching him tighter as you hiccuped between sobs. His heart broke at the very sight of you so broken.

“There, there…you mustn’t cry, mon ange…non, you are so beautiful, so wonderful…you do not need to cry. The gods above shed tears when they hear you so distraught…”

He rested his cheek against your head as you cried, cradling you as closely as he could. He ran a soothing hand through your hair, the other rubbing slow circles on your back. He was understandably alarmed; never had he seen you in such a state, even if you had only been married for a few months.

He wondered if this happened more often than you let on, or if this was the first time you had ever broken down in such a way.

For several minutes the two of you remained there, Virion’s comforting murmurs becoming sweet nothings in that foreign tongue he spoke when he was lost in thought.

The sound of his voice seemed to do more than enough to help calm you, your shaking shoulders slowly subsiding and your tears coming to a stop. With a soft sigh you sank against him, steadying your breaths as your husband pressed tender kisses into your hair.

“I-I’m…s-sorry…sorry, Virion, I…I-I don’t know w-what came over me…” Your voice wavered in such a way that managed to crush what little of his heart he had left into tiny pieces.

“You have nothing to apologize for, my dearest darling.” He assured you with another kiss, gently pulling back to cup your cheek tenderly. “Please, tell me what has you so distraught.”

“It’s n-nothing, I just…” You sniffled, staring up at him and trying to make sense of yourself. You shook your head again, brushing away your tears.

“It cannot be ‘nothing’, my love. Look how your tears have fallen.” He said with a gentle disagreement, reaching up to wipe away the tear stains left behind. You sniffed again, letting him tend to your flushed and wet face, willing your lip to stop its trembling.

“I-I’ve just been…a little overwhelmed.” You finally confessed, “I-it’s been so busy and stressful… and there’s so much pressure, as tactician, and…I-I’ve already made so many mistakes, b-but as we get closer and closer to Plegia I fear that…I fear I’ll ruin everything more than I already have.”

“You have not ruined anything, darling.” Virion contested you, drawing your eyes up to his once more. He held a fire in his gaze that calmed your fears, “I have always had the highest of confidence in your skills, as has the rest of the army.”

“And what of those w-who are no longer with us? What of t-those who will not be, b-because of my choices?” You told him, staring up at him with a fear in your eyes that made you seem like another person entirely.

His Robin would never look so afraid. His Robin was a strong and capable woman, never once blinking in the face of fear. His Robin, who was always so very strong. And yet…as he watched you struggle to recover yourself…he realized you were also very human.

“My precious one,” He began softly, cupping your cheek with a loving smile, “You are, above all, the most intelligent and careful of all of us. Your tactical skills are matched by none, and you have led us to victory countless times. No one blames you for the deaths of the few, when it could very well have been a hundred times worse than where we are, now.”

You looked up at him silently, trying to let his words have their truths. Deep down, you knew he was right. But you really didn’t feel that way, at all.

“Virion…”

“You are a capable, powerful woman. You can do anything you put your mind to; but perhaps that does not mean you should. I fear that you have put far too much pressure on yourself, and you’ve caused yourself to have such an awful breakdown. Really, Robin, I think what you need is to rest…rest your mind and fear not of what may come.”

“But there’s s-so much that I’m relied upon for, I…I c-can’t just…”

“You can rest.” Virion insisted with a softer tone, “You earned it, my love. You deserve rest more than anyone that I know. You do not have to worry that the end may come because of a choice you make. I know that is much easier said than done, but…I suppose that is what I am for.”

You gave him a questioning glance as he pulled away, untying his cravat and tugging off his gloves and boots. His pauldron and belts were set aside as well, and finally his vest came away, before your husband was before you in his far more accessible tunic and trousers.

You smiled to yourself, looking at him as he settled down to lie next to you, opening an arm to invite you in.

“You want me to t-take a nap, or something?” You asked as you pushed away the last of your tears, to which Virion noded.

“More than anything in the world, mon amour. Come, you must rest with me.”

“V-Virion, I don’t think we should-”

“You needn’t worry about what we should and should not do. That will be my job for the next few hours, non? And right now, I worry that you have not been sleeping well and are in desperate need of recovery.”

“…Well…I suppose you’re not wrong….” You trailed off, glancing away from him only a second longer before you relented and practically fell into his arms, snuggling up beside him and wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“There we are.” He whispered with a pleased hum, kissing your forehead as he continued his gentle ministrations. “You needn’t cry anymore. At least, you needn’t do so alone. I will be here to take care of you, mon ange, always.”

It was a promise he adhered to faithfully as time went on. No matter how upset or how stressful, Virion never failed to be by your side. You never worried about being alone with your most frightening thoughts, now that you had the archest of archers to save you from yourself.

A fact you would always be more than grateful for.

#virion #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #virion x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #hurt and comfort #mostly comfort #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu

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kaycode1999 · 6 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku x reader pt. 3

The next morning Y/N decides to go check on the boys on the infirmary. With a soft knock on the open door the three teens turned to see Y/N standing in the doorway (through some stroke of luck there didn't happen to be any other injured swordsman at the moment). " Ms/Mr/ Mx Y/N?" Zenitsu says in surprise, " Hey boys." Y/N says walking in and taking a seat at the end of Tanjiro's bed since he's in the middle of Zenitsu and Inosuke " how are you doing?" Taniiro just looks at Y/N with a mixture of heartbreak and pity as his eyes glisten filling with tears. " Better.... But shouldn't we be asking you that?" Zenitsu asks with a concerned look, just as Y/N is about to answer Tanjiro speaks up. " Im so sorry." he says " Its my fault Rengoku is gone. He died because he was protecting me, and I was too injured and weak to help him.", his head slumps slightly in shame. " Please forgive me." he chokes out, Y/N looks at him in surprise before her/his/their gaze softens.

“ Tanjiro.” Y/N says gently before placing her/his/their hand over his “ Sweetheart, none of that was your fault.”, “ We’ve been telling him that for days but he wouldn't listen! Damn fool” Inosuke says loudly. Y/N shoots him a warning glance before Tanjiro speaks up again, “ No. It WAS my fault. If I had been stronger I could have helped him fight Akaza. I SHOULD have helped him. I just sat there and watched while that demon punched his arm through him” he says shakily as a few tears fall down his cheeks. Y/N’s heart breaks hearing this and her/his/their eyes start to get teary, “ Tanjiro, look at me.” she/he/they say reaching over gently pushing his head up to meet her/his/their gaze before wiping the tears away. “ If you would have tried to help him you very likely would have died too. He chose to protect you and everyone else on the train because he wanted to, and because it was his duty. He would never want you to blame yourself for that, and neither do I.” she/he/they say(s), Tanjiro smiles thankfully as a few more tears fall. Y/N gently pulls him into a tight hug rubbing his back as he cries, “ I know it's hard, trust me. But I'm so grateful you seem to have become so attached to him in the short amount of time you had. All of you. And I know he cared just as much about you three as you did for him.” She/he/they say(s) “ Its not just anyone who could convince him to let them be his Tsuguko.”. Y/N looks over and notices Inosuke and Zenitsu are both looking at them with tears in their eyes and the most awestruck and touched expression. “ Ok, get over here you two.” Y/N says, the two boys cheer happily before jumping into the hug.

The group hug lasts for several moments before Y/N pulls away smiling as tears fall down her/his/their face. She/he/they wipe away the tears, “ Lets get you three some food and that healing medicine, huh?” Y/N offers. All three boys happily agree and the four head to the cafeteria eating some delicious food and sitting there talking for a while. After making sure the boys are taken care of and take their medicine Y/N leaves them promising to come back and check on them before she/he/they have to leave for the funeral. As soon as she/he/they leave the boys back in the infirmary to rest she/he/they take off to the courtyard doing rigorous training for several hours. “ You’re pushing yourself awfully hard aren’t you?” Giyu’s voice comes from behind her/him/them causing her/him/them to stop and turn around to face him, “ I know the name of the demon now.” She/he/they explain “ I’m going to find him, and I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill Akaza. So I have to be ready to fight him”. Giyu’s eyes widen somewhat in surprise at the venom laced in Y/N’s words.

“ Y/N…” Giyu says hesitantly as he looks at her/him/them in concern “ It’s one thing to take on a 12 kizuki when there is no other option, it’s another to intentionally seek one out. Especially an upper rank.”, Y/N glares at him in anger. “ Tomioka… He took Rengoku from me. From all of us. I understand it’s dangerous but I will end him.” Y/N asserts, “ It isn’t just dangerous.” Giyu points out “ it’s reckless and careless.”. “ You didn’t have to watch him bleed out and die!” Y/N snaps with tears in her/his/their eyes “ So don’t talk to me about being reckless and careless.”, Giyu gives her/him/them the same pitying look that everyone has been giving her/him/them since the news went around. “ I know.” He says sadly, “ Giyu. I can’t let him continue to live after what he did. I have to kill him.” Y/N says.

#kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer kyojuro #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer rengoku #demon slayer #kny kyojuro #kny rengoku #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x reader #flame hashira

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vannahfanfics · 2 years

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Hiya! Could I get a Todobaku headcanons on how they came to be? I love the enemies/rivals/idiots to lovers! Lol

Yes, of course! <3 Idiots to lovers and rivals to lovers are definitely some of my favorite vibes... Love it when they’re combined~ I think there’s several ways these two could get together, but here’s a scenario that popped into my mind first <3

TodoBaku Confession Headcanons

The two most emotionally stunted boys on the planet trying to realize they’ve got feelings for one another? It’s a performance worthy of the big screen. In fact, their classmates have camped out with a bucket of popcorn more than once to watch these two poor confused souls try to navigate the unspoken thing between them. But they do come to realize it, even if it’s simultaneously painful and inspiring to witness. Yes, Ochako cried when it was finally all in the open. She’d been so invested.

As Shoto began to come more and more out of his shell, he began to feel like he’d missed out on many years of having real friendships. So, he started making a concerted effort to hang out with all his classmates, Katsuki included. He wanted to find things he could use to bond with everyone; with Katsuki, this was cooking.

Of course, Shoto’s not sly. He didn’t orchestrate little ways to trick Katsuki into cooking with him. He’s too blunt and a little socially inept for that. So he just went straight to him and asked him to teach him how to cook.

He was able to sprinkle a little bit of truth into his chosen excuse as to why he wanted Katsuki to teach him how to cook. Shoto wanted to learn so he could help Fuyumi, who took on a lot for herself whenever she cooked for their family (which was gathering together more and more often these days). Combined with a little flattery—telling Katsuki that he was the best cook he knew in the dorm—it was enough for Katsuki to begrudgingly relent.

“I’d rather teach you than have to suffer seeing you waste good ingredients fucking up,” he’d huffed to Shoto as he marched purposefully down to the kitchen. Given his sub-par performance on previous attempts at helping to cook, Shoto couldn’t exactly blame him. That didn’t stop him from “accidentally” whisking some eggs in Katsuki’s face, though.

A few food fights and almost-fires later, though, Katsuki and Shoto fell into a regular routine of cooking together. Sometimes other members of the dorm would join in; other times, they were alone. Shoto liked it more when they were alone because Katsuki was calmer; a crowded kitchen stressed him out. With room to maneuver, he’d take the time to correct Shoto’s technique. It had amazed Shoto, how the rough and unrefined Katsuki could transform into someone who could be so delicate in his movements—chopping, mincing, mixing. When he was relaxed, that is. Add a few more people in the mix, and usually, more stuff ended up on the counters, floors, and walls than in the actual food.

But also, he was more prone to praise. He didn’t really acknowledge Shoto’s efforts when other people were there beyond a grunt of approval or a gruff “It’ll do.” But when they were alone? He’d smirk—a different smirk, with something hidden in the edges that Shoto couldn’t quite tell—and softly tell him that he did a good job. The first time that Katsuki had said that Shoto had come a long way, Shoto had dropped the glass dish containing their latest meal and sent it splattering all over the floor. Katsuki didn’t get angry. He just laughed, really hard, to the point of tears. And Shoto had gotten a funny feeling in his chest. But he rather liked it, strange as it was.

They did it so often that it came to a point where they’d just suddenly bust into one another’s rooms declaring they’d found a recipe they wanted to try cooking. Shoto made it a point to actively engage in everyone’s hobbies to keep developing their friendships, but when he was honest to himself, he realized that he looked forward to cooking with Katsuki, and every afternoon, he found himself hoping the blond would come traipsing into his room demanded he get his ass to the kitchen to start cooking whatever new thing that had caught his eye. He even more looked forward to the days Katsuki came with him to his family’s house, and they would all cook together. Because on those days, Katsuki smiled a lot, more than Shoto had ever seen.

It was Ochako who’d pointed out to Shoto that it seemed Katsuki had begun choosing recipes that suited Shoto’s tastes. Katsuki denied it, of course, accusing Shoto of being “basic” and liking things that just happened to be staples. And though Shoto was a little inexperienced when it came to emotions and things, there was no denying the bright pink blush coloring Katsuki’s cheeks as he grumbled it. Or the way he started to skitter away from Shoto when they accidentally brushed hands or arms while maneuvering around the kitchen. Or the way Katsuki had nearly fainted when Natsuo had joked about he and Shoto being a married couple.

But Shoto wasn’t quite sure, so he went to the one person who knew Katsuki best—Izuku. “Of all the people in this dorm, the only cooking he’s ever praised has been yours,” he’d smiled to Shoto. Though it was vague, it told Shoto everything he’d needed to know.

Shoto had learned a lot over the past year, interacting with everyone and growing his friendships, but he still wasn’t savvy enough to lay a trap to get Katsuki to confess. So he just did what worked the first time. He walked straight into Katsuki’s room, told him that he liked him, and asked if Katsuki liked him too. It was honestly a little adorable, seeing Katsuki turn beet-red and splutter for a second.

Katsuki had quickly recovered, though his face was still a deep pink when he looked Shoto in the eyes and snorted, “Of course I do, dumbass. I had taught you all the basics of cooking six months ago. I kept hanging out with you because I didn’t want it to stop.”

Neither of them were used to handling such strong emotions, so they’d both clammed up at that point, blushing fiercely and unable to meet each other’s eyes. Katsuki had been the first to move; he got up and marched stiffly over to Shoto. However, when he took his hand, it was gentle.

“What’s that look for, dumbass?” Katsuki huffed when Shoto looked at him with wide eyes, but his voice was laced with affection. “I told you about the new recipe I wanted to try yesterday, didn’t I? Let’s get going. Shit ain’t gonna cook itself.”

It was hard to cook while holding hands, but they made it work. They stopped cooking as often after that... but only because they started spending that time going on dates instead.

#todobaku #todoroki x bakugo #bakugo x todoroki #todoroki x bakugou #bakugou x todoroki #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Father’s Day cards to!

Steve x single mom!reader

Dad!Steve masterlist!!

Tw~Steve cries out of happiness, use of the word daddy probably to many times(it’s from a toddlers pov so it’s that or dada pick your demons🤷), Alice cries, guilt, lots of miscommunication, let me know if I missed anything!(idk if it’s tagged right)

Listen, I’ve severely messed up the single mom x Steve timeline😭like my references are out of order so this may be rewritten at some point so just a heads up!(it would age down Alice in this fic!)

When you first met Steve there wasn’t a question of if you loved him because you think you always have. Maybe it was just when you’d realize it?

But looking back on it that may have been a little silly.

You’re sat on your living room floor across from Steve as the most precious little girl walks between the two of you gently handing you toys every now and than as she alternated between playing dollies with you and having a tea party with Steve.

You watched as she walked back over to Steve sitting beside him lifting her little tea pot as she made different noises for her actions.

You watched a fond smile on your face.

You find yourself off in a daze only brought back when you hear Alice’s little, “silly daddy!” As she giggles at Steve for holding his tea cup the wrong way.

Out of shock he drops the plastic cup and you gasp at what she’d called him.

Sure she had asked you a few times, the nights when Steve would be busy with work or the nights he’d sleep at his own house or at his friends, why her friends had daddy’s and she didn’t, or when she’d lay beside you in bed after a nightmare on the nights Steve wasn’t there to comfort her and gently get her back to sleep, why Steve couldn’t just be her daddy so maybe it shouldn’t have been that shocking.

It wasn’t like you and Steve didn’t talk about him being her dad, you did all the time, he would tell you about how he thinks of Alice as his daughter and you’d tell him he was her father figure and the only difference between him and that he was the best dad Alice could ask for.

So yeah you two definitely shouldn’t have been so shocked when it happened.

Poor little Alice after gauging your reactions quickly slapped her hands over her mouth, “I’m sorry” she whispered quietly.

“Oh honey” your voice is soft, you know it’s not the easiest for Alice to understand and you can’t blame her when you’re constantly confused on what’s next as well.

“What’re you sorry for angel?” Steve is the first to scoop her up into his arms as you move to sit beside him, Alice’s eyes are glossy and it’s apparent she’s fighting a few tears.

“Because I called you daddy” she sounds confused and Steve’s got tears in his eyes to a mix of relief that it wasn’t just the two of you wishing she’d see him as her dad, and sadness because his little girl was crying and he feels like he hasn’t made it clear enough that he’d do anything to be her dad!

You watch as Steve gives her a laugh, it’s one of those shaky laughs that you can hear the tears behind but they’re happy tears, “I would never be upset because of that”

“Really?” She sounds excited as she glances between you and Steve.

And he can’t help but feel relived, even if she’s always seen him as her dad, it feels nice to finally be called one…maybe he’ll get Father’s Day cards to!

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An Officer's Corruption - Part Twenty-Four

Hi everyone. This is Deamon-mun or Dani-mun. This is part 23 of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence.

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Part Twenty-One ( NSFW Warning )

Part Twenty-Two ( Slight NSFW warning )

Part Twenty-Three

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--- New Guest Stars ----

Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Ryuunosuke and Gin Akutagawa from BSD series and are rped by Peahen-Mun.

Matt and his Lovely Horrors faction work as officers. They are OCs from my side blog @lovelyxhorrors

---- Warning ----

Suicidal Impiled

Violence

Dark Theme

---- Drabble Summary ----

A new day has arrived. However, there's another prison has its own unique situation. What is this prison and whose in the charge and such? Also how would Oblivion deal with the news given by Sai from what he uncovered thanks to his informant Terry and his hacker, Cat.

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Northen State Penitentiary holds the worst criminals or rather the most dangerous. It rivals the T Prison in New York

The person in charge of that prison is Warden Osamu Dazai. And he makes sure the prisoners are kept secure and safe while making sure it is almost impenetrable. No one gets in or out. Warden Osamu is a reasonable person and nice on the eyes but don't let that face fools. This man is cunning known for being a terrific planner and being so confident in his abilities. No one dares to make a true enemy of him.

While it's true that Warden Osamu is good at his job as a Warden. The only problem is that this man is lazy and has suicidal tendencies that makes his guards really worried about him. Good thing is that he has his lovely companions, the Lovely Horrors make sure that Dazai doesn't succeed his suicide attempts. Plus, they're the ones that makes sure the prison runs smoothly.

"Warden Osamu. Please be serious." Said a young woman who is sitting right next to him taking the rope away from her boss who is now whining and pleading. The man tries to hang himself because he was bored out of his mind. "Please...Sid-chan!" Dazai cries.

"No." Sidney Casper looks at her boss with a tired expression. She has white hair with pink highlights. She wears glasses. Behind those dark frames are bright pink eyes and wearing a black uniform and a knee-length skirt with leggings. Everyone here is properly dressed for the job. Osamu has a certain dress code.

"Besides...you need to see the new prisoners that are arriving..." Sid gives him a folder. Warden Osamu sighs as he goes to read the folder that has its new batch of prisoners. He reads it with a bored expression before smiling. "Oh....so these are the ones?"

"That's correct. They were caught leaving for their home country and the authorities. They were caught smuggling drugs. They are now arrested and are now here. For now, they will be here for the time being."

"Uh-huh." Dazai nods. "Alright...I think I know the perfect officers who are good at watching them. Please bring the others up for this."

"Of course, sir." Sid nods.

------ Waiting Room ------

"God damnit! This is why I hate damn Americans. Especially ones from New York and New Jersey. Those fuck-ups can't stop fucking up." Chuuya Nakahara thought as his hands were cuffed and he had a collar that blocked him from using his ability.

Right next to them are the Akutagawa siblings who are also cuffed.

"....." Ryunosuke was pissed but he can't blame his superiors. The Americans did indeed screw them over. The smuggling was just artifacts and weapons. Not drugs. Port Mafia are against drugs so for several to end up on their own ship.

"Chuuya. I think it might be one of the cartels." Gin speaks. Ryunosuke hates himself that Gin got dragged into this with him.

"If that's true, I'm going to kill them when I get out of here." Chuuya growls. Ryunosuke is in agreement. Right now, three members of the Port Mafia are in the waiting room with the rest of the prisoners.

"Hello! Hello!" The three blinked as they heard a voice over the intercom. The voice has a chirpy tone behind it.

"My name is Warden Osamu. But you can call me Dazai! Welcome to Northern State Penitentiary. Known for the greatest fortress that makes sure that all inmates are safe and secure! We have plenty of great facilities for our guests! Or inmates or prisoners! We have great gourmet meals, gyms for good workouts, classes for those who flunked out of school, and some factories so you can contribute properly to society. Plus, we have GREAT accommodations for our prisoners whether you're just a small fry, a serial killer, evil master evil, or just the worst of the worst~!" Said the chirpy voice.

Chuuya twitched an eye, hearing this voice. What the hell?

"That said...I hope you enjoy your state at Northern State Penitentiary!"

Then the double doors slide open, revealing the man behind the intercom. He is holding an intercom. He is wearing a cap and jacket. He smiles at the new arrivals.

"Nice to meet you all." Dazai smiles at them. Chuuya glares at the man while the Akutagawa siblings keep their faces firm. The rest of the prisoners are skeptical. This is the Warden? Right behind Dazai, are seven officers that Dazai hand-picked for this.

"Now....we need to arrange you to your areas held by each officer that is standing behind him." Dazai smiles. "Sid-chan! Can you do the honors?"

"Of course, sir." Sid said, "But please...call me Officer Casper." She sighs. "Alright, if you heard your last name, you will be assigned to the area by the name of the officer." She begins to tell the process.

"Grimes. McEarl. Kim. Rojas. You're in Area A with Officer Nevermore." Said Sid as a female officer stepped forward. Officer Nevermore or rather Shrika steps forward. A black-skinned female with curly dark violet hair and raspberry-colored eyes. "Nice to meet you all." The men who were called were awed by the beauty of Shrika.

A young man behind her glares at the man.

However..one of the men who were assigned to her scoffed.

"Ha! You fucking serious! Ain't no some bitch in charge of me! You need to do better-" Right away, the man named Grimes falls to the floor.

"Huh? Did he fall?" Said one of the prisoners.

No. Not fall. He was slammed down. Chuuya thought. Grimes gasps, he tries to get up but he can't. It's something is pushing him down.

"You dare disrespect her?" Said a dark-haired male wearing a cap and jacket as he had a stern look with his hand raised. As if he is the one who brings the man down to his knees.

"Now, now. Willie. No need for that. It's fine." Said Officer Nevermore as she patted him on the shoulder, letting him know. Warden Osamu laughs as if it doesn't bother him the least. "She's right. Willie-kun. Give this one a pass. I think the inmate already knows how serious we are about etiquette."

Officer Watts sighs and releases his hold onto the man, Grimes. Grimes gasped as he is now sweating and scared now. Shrika snaps her fingers for her fellow guards, Rick pick the man up while Dale escorts the prisoners to their cells.

"Let's continue..." Officer Casper sighs.

"Charle, Valdez and Leblanc, you're in Area B with Officer Watts." Sid said to which Willie scoffs, "Come with me." He had his guards to help out.

"Foster. Durham. Mullen. Kelly. You're in Area C with Officer Gnat."

"Next going into the female ward is Wong. Shea. Pratt. Flowers. Akutagawa. You're in Area D with Officer Woofhees and Officer Gallows."

Ryunosuke looks to his sister, Gin who gives a look that she will be okay.

"Let's go ladies." Officer Woofhees tells the girls as Charlie leads the way. Gin looks down as she walks with the females. Once they left, Sid resumes to give a list of name.

"Next is Mercer, Osborn, Ellison, and-"

Gin will be alright. We will survive this. Akutagawa thought until his surname is called. "Akutagawa! You're in Area E with Officer Knack."

Then someone stands in front of him. Akutagawa narrows his eyes wondering who dares stand in front of him this close! Whether a guard or not, he will kill them. He looks up to see the reddest eyes he has ever seen. He widens his eyes slightly to see him.

The red eyes glow behind the dark shadows of the dark bangs. This officer has scars. One that is jagged and across the nose horizontal and one wrapped around his neck. The one with red eyes smiles.

"Hello! I will be your jailer!" Matt smiles cheerfully. He snaps his fingers for the guard under him, Wade to usher the prisoners to follow him. For some reason, Ryunosuke does not like this guard.

Now it's only Chuuya.

"Hess. Atkins and Nakahara. You're in Area F with me, Officer Casper."

So he is stuck with this lady. Great.

Then he sees the biggest guard. He notices that guards under these officers wear animal masks. To hide their identities, most likely. This one is wearing a moose mask.

"Moose. Please escort them."

Moose does without a word. And of course, Chuuya hates being told what to do. But he heard this prison has the strongest people to take care of the dangerous criminals which is him. He wonders what this small lady going to do to him once he gets out of these cuffs.

---- Somewhere in New York ----

Ever since the incident at Roosevelt Island Facility, Yuuka is in the infirmary under 24/7 care and heavy supervision. Oblivion tells the others that she will take a sick day. Her sick day is approved after she sees so far.

Of course, she does need a break but for another reason. She got a call from Sai as he and his team found the findings. They are planning to meet up at a rooftop above a cafe restaurant. She got her drink from the cafe and followed the instructions on the paper to take a back door at the alleyway. She takes the stairs and goes up. At the rooftop, she meets Sai but with another person who is looking at his phone. There is table and chair. The weather is good as it is not windy so this is a perfect meet-up.

This must be the informant.

"Sai. It's good to see you again." Oblivion said.

"Good to see you as well." Sai said. "I got the information you needed." "And..."

"There's a lot of history regarding Yuuka Nanako. I have to say it's not pretty. I think you need to sit down for this one."

"Okay." Oblivion sits down. If Sai say it like this then Oblivion needs to prepared for the worst. Sai sighs, "This all started when Yuuka has enroll into a hero school, UA."

"UA? That's one of top school for hero academics." Oblivion said. Shdwkyz nods, "Indeed. She's a good student in her class and she is part of Class 1-A. That is until she was kidnapped during her internship on a mission." Sai shares the folder with her along with sending her documents online. He gives her tablet on his findings.

Oblivion looks through the tablet and sees Yuuka Nanako. She is happy and youthful in her appearance contrast to her present self. Full of life and determination.

"On Friday of May, she was kidnapped. She wasn't seen despite how much effort that the school and pro-heroes were trying to five. After a few months, she was found. Located near the riverside. There are reports that she was ill so she was hospitalized. The doctor who is charge of her care made notes on her condition."

"What sort of notes?" Oblivion asked. Sai sighs, "A toxicity report where Yuuka was given or rather...no forced to consume the drugs that were on the black market."

The fuck?

Then Sai adds"Because of that, the doctor made notes based on her mental state."

Oblivion reads the doctor's notes.

Doctor's note: Even if we treated Miss Nakano from what happened she's not as stable. We tired to help her during treatment but she tends to snap at us and attack with her quirk. We had to bind her down on the medic bed to insure we can treat her. Most of my nurses were poisoned by her quirk. Others knocked out or badly burned. However, she was treated that next day or for a while. We had to monitor her behavior and see what types of drugs were injected into her.

When getting the results back, it was..shocking. So many was given to her it's almost like she became addicted to it. Lucky she didn't but if they kept given her the drugs then it was a strong possible answer. Though, their was some slight healed bruising on her. Maybe she was forced to do something while being kidnapped? We are unsure but will keep a eye on her.

"Fuck...." Oblivion cursed under her breath, reading this. "And after that, she went back to school but she was changed for the worst because of the side effects."

"Here are the school reports..." Said Shdwkyz.

After Nakano has returned back to class she seemed a bit off now. After the incident of being kidnapped, she tends to be distracted in class. Scratching and muttering to herself. Even if she is a bit more violent if others try to touch her, she still wishes to be a hero. We worry for her future after that but it must have scarred her badly right after. We are unsure if she will be able to continue with this.

Oblivion reads that Yuuka was removed from Class 1-A for the safety of herself and the students. Honestly, she couldn't blame them but still...she was discharged like that? But she continues to read the updated reports.

We had a little mishap today from a couple missions from the following weeks and months. Yuuka's quirk has gotten a bit out of control due to the violent nature she has shown. Even if her heart still says she wishes to be a hero, the people fear for her. She's already threatened to poison innocent people that was seen as villians in Yuuka's eyes. Many used to see her as a innocent young woman but most fear her now due to her quirk and disturbing behavior. But now some have made allegations that they seen her when doing criminal activity. We are unsure about this information but will keep looking into this.

For now, shes being quarantined for safety of the public and herself.

Criminal activity? If Oblivion had to guess, it can be anything. She then reads the last update report.

Status: Hero status changed to Dangerous Vigilante

After trying to stabilize her and quarantine her, Yuu has gotten worse. We got word that she's been doing things on her own but given the fact she's acted dangerous towards criminals and some innocent people. Because of this, the people has demanded she get some better treatment. We had no choice but to remove her from UA for her safety and the public. That lead to more violent activity from Nakano till we had no choice but to arrest her. We found out she took down a villain but heavily poisoned him to be killed. She then tried attacking the police only to get tazed and handcuffed.

From that night, Nightshade or Yuuka Nakano was no longer a hero and we pray she gets the help she needs. She was to be sent to prison for her safety and others.

Oblivion covers her mouth. In a way, reading this was a bad situation. "Damnit...why didn't no one send her to a therapist?! She doesn't prison! She needs help!"

"Apparently...if I have to guess. They must have tried it but it ended up getting worse. I bet the school has no choice but to remove her and put her into a prison where she could be cared for. After that incident involving a villain, she was sent there for help."

"A prison doesn't do anything! Do they even know what's going on right now?!" Oblivion said.

"Ugh...the UA thinks a prison serves as a rehabilitation center. However...America and Japan aren't the same here. So they thought sending her to America would be their best bet. Not only that, they try to find people who know best to help with her quirk."

"By giving the shots that traumatized her while she was kidnapped?!" Oblivion growls as statics of electricity are seen. "I mean...did the doctors not relay the information to the prison?!"

"Oblivion. Easy. I know how you feel." Sai said. "My guess would be that they must of tried everything they can think of."

"What about the kidnappers?" Oblivion asked. Sai sighs and shakes his head, "No information on that. It's said that pro-heroes are still searching for the ones responsible." Sai then leads back, "If I have to guess, Yuuka was kidnapped for her quirk and was experimented with given the drugs of the black market."

"So she was used as a guinea pig?" Oblivion grits at this information.

"Precisely..." The informant speaks. "When it comes to the black market, especially drugs, they have to test it on someone. Animals don't cut it. Regardless, we can find the people behind the kidnapped. The best guess would be, it would be the people who made the drugs are behind it." Said the informant.

"Oh right! Oblivion, this is Terry. My informant." He said. "He used to be under my charge but now he is here on parole for good behavior."

"Thanks for helping us on this." Said Oblivion. Terry nods. "It's not a problem."

"So what are you going to do now?" Sai asked. Oblivion sighs, "Right now....Yuuka is in infirmary."

"What?" Sai blinks and so did Terry.

"She tried to kill herself. I knocked her out before she harms herself." Hearing that, the boys widen their eyes, "or...rather she tries to get something out of her." Oblivion lowers her head, resting her head on the top of her palm, "Now it starts to make sense. When I knocked her out, I see cuts on her wrist and arms." Said Oblivion. "She still thinks the drugs are still inside of her. She still thinks she is in that place when she was kidnapped. Right now...after reading this, I'm going to talk to some people."

"People?" Terry repeated.

"I need more information than just notes. Personal anecdotes or whatever you call it." Oblivion said. "I need to talk to the UA. The school. Maybe I can find clues related to this."

"No. You need to stay with Yuuka. Let us handle that. Let us talk to UA and such." Said Sai. "Right now, if she tried to kill herself. Then you are needed there, Oblivion."

"But. It's fine. If anything, we will call you when we get to the school and talk to one of the teachers there. Now you need to look after Yuuka, Oblivion." Said Sai. "Right now....Yuuka might not want you but she needs you." Sai goes to hold her hand and looks at her.

Oblivion looks at him and nods, "Okay. Thanks, Sai."

And so the meeting has ended as Sai and Terry are now ready to go to UA. They just need to hop on a plane. Good thing, Sai has some vacation days left over.

------- T Prison -----

"Here you go, guys!" Jinx smiles as she shows the boys to their new holding cell. Jinx was told that this holding cell area gives the people their own showers without sharing with anyone. Has a lounge with a tv and a few tables.

"Woah! So cool!" Kisho said, looking happy with this. Megumi hums as he finds the accommodations pretty decent. Not bad,

"Yeah! Thanks a bunch!" Itadori smiles at her. That sunshine smile that Itadori flashed at her made her instantly blush. She lowers her hat down to hide her expression. She looks to the side.

"I-I just did it because the reason for your request is valid! Nothing else!" Jinx quickly said in a firm. "You can thank Warden Ger for this!" She said. Itadori chuckles. "I know, but still thanks for bringing this up to the warden. I appreciate it. No we appreciate it, Officer Violet."

"Yes thank you, Officer Violet!" Said Kisho and Megumi nods their heads, grateful for this.

Hearing that genuine tone in Itadori and his friends' voices made imaginary butterflies flutter in her stomach. Especially the way Itadori say it.

"Y-you're welcome! Anyway...I leave you three to settle into your area. I will come back to check up on you!" Said Jinx. "Also dinner would be near soon! I will come back once dinner comes." She said. With that, Jinx leaves.

Itadori smiles at Jinx with a wave. Now it's just the boys exploring their new area. "This is great! This place is all for us!" Kisho said.

"Remember Kisho. We're still in prison. It's not a retreat." Megumi reminds him. Kisho pouts, "Come on, man! Aren't you happy now that we don't have to worry about the other guys? At least...we don't have to deal by pissing off the Six Claws? Those guys can be a pain in the ass."

"Not disagreeing with you there," Megumi said. The first time that they came here. One of the claws took a pass at Kisho, Bakugo because he thinks he's easy. Of course, Kisho defended himself before Fushiguro and Itadori jumped in.

Denji makes fun of Fushiguro due to his first name saying it's a girl name. Of course, they kicked their ass including Atsushi and Rin who try to back them up. After that, the Six Claws didn't bother them because Midoriya says so.

It's most likely that Midoriya knows of Itadori's background and tries not to get on Sukuna's bad side. After that, both parties don't bother each other.

"See? Now we can have peace and quiet around here. That's what you want, don't you?" Kisho asks Megumi. Megumi nods, "Yeah..I suppose you're right."

Itadori chuckles. "I'm glad you two are liking this. After dinner, I wanna reward you both for having my back!"

"Reward?" Kisho asked.

"What kind of reward?" Asked Megumi. Itadori smiles, "You see? But first...let's chill." He said. With this, he might talk to his big brother without anyone eavesdropping. He hears Kisho and Megumi talking. Kisho goes to take the remote and turns on the channel with Megumi sighing.

Itadori chuckles.

------ Northern State Penitentiary ------

"So you four. What do you think of the new prisoners?" Warden Osamu asked them. Officers Casper, Knack, Woofhees and Gallow are present.

"Ms. Akutagawa is behaving herself. Some of the inmates try to mess with her but that was cut short after she shows them that she isn't someone. I never thought Port Mafia would raise such killers." Said Charlie. Jason nods in agreement.

---- Area D ------

A scream is heard from the area that she was in. No less in an hour. Jason 's men had to run over and see Gin have the other prisoner' arm twisted behind her back while putting a shiv at her neck.

"Hey now! No need for that." Jason grabs her arm to which he got kicked in the chin right away. It did hurt but Jason quickly grabs her leg and lifts her up.

"L-let go of me!" Gin shouted. The girl she threatened screams and tries to get some payback by rushing at the two but the prisoner got instantly tied up by Charlie's lasso.

"All of you back in your cells!" Charlie ordered. Gin is growling while Jason held her up effortlessly, "It's over now, lady." He tells him firmly.

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"Yeah, she seems to know how to handle herself. She made her bunk mate her servant in a short of amount of time!" Said Jason. "It took her awhile to calm down. She is in isolated cell for the time being." Said Jason. Warden Osamu nods with a smile on his face. He looks over to the next officer.

"Matt-kun?"

"Hmmmm....." Matt recalls.

------ Area E -----

Matt watches over the prisoners with a sip of his black coffee. He sees Ryunosuke minding his business with his eyes closed eating his lunch. He can see the dissatisfied look on his face. Then he sees a group of prisoners. Three of them grin to see Ryunosuke as if they were waiting for something.

Matt already doesn't like that.

The leader named Own goes to sit down with him followed by his lackeys. He goes to touch his hand and whispers things to him. Matt can already tell it's nothing good. Right away, Ryunosuke takes his hand away and hisses at him. Yeah he's not happy.

Then something happens.

Blood begins to pour out of Owen's neck. Owen trips and falls which made his fellow lackeys panicked. There it goes. The lackeys try to attack Ryunosuke but Ryunosuke easily evades like a snake before the lackeys fall.

Time to get jump in.

"On your first day?" Matt yawns, jumping from the railing and lands on the table with ease. Already, other prisoners back off as they know fighting Matt is out of the question. Ryunosuke glares at him . Matt steps up to him and quickly grabs his arm before the other's hand even reaches for his neck. Holding in Ryunosuke's hand is a fork now shaved off.

"Easy now. I'm not your enemy. I'm just here to make order is established here." Matt said as he saw it. "Not bad though." He goes to grab the shiv from Ryunosuke's nimble fingers despite Ryunosuke's growls. "Now I'm fine with self-defense and all that. But I can't have you kill people whenever. I get to do that."

"Let me go, you bastard!" Ryunosuke growls.

"Easy hellhound..."

Ryunosuke glowers.

"You're in the prison...not in the forest or the streets anymore." He leans in, "Because...you're in my den..." He said before he pulls Ryunosuke in and knocked him out with a simple chop to the neck. Matt tells Wade, his assisting guard wearing a gator mask to take Owen and his lackeys down to the infirmary while he takes Ryunosuke to a solitary cell.

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"That's how it happened." Matt gives his report.

"I see. So the Akutagawa siblings caused trouble on their first day!" Warden Osamu said cheerfully as if he was not surprised by this. "And how about our Chuuya, Sid-chan?"

"There was a minor incident," Sid answers.

----- Area F ----

"Chuuya Nakahara. Explain yourself." Sid said.

Chuuya clicked his tongue in annoyance as he had his hands in his pockets. He is now surrounded by guards as there are a couple of other prisoners unconscious and beaten at his feet.

"They started it!" Chuuya yelled.

"Is that so?" Sid said. "And the two guards you knocked out?"

"That ain't my fault! They just closed and ended up getting hit by accident." Chuuya asked, shrugging. A growl is heard which got Chuuya to turn his head to Moose standing by Sid's side. It seems like Moose didn't like that answer. Sid held her hand up, stopping Moose from doing anything.

"While I understand the reason for this. You must not misbehave in this prison nor I condone violence against my fellow guards. I order you to stand down. Now." Sid said firmly. Chuuya laughs bitterly as he can't believe this.

"Lady. You don't get to tell me what to do! You gotta ask me a little nicer!" He smirks.

"Is that so? Do you prefer if I give you something in return if you do as I ask? Maybe...a bone, perhaps?" Sid muses.

"HA?!" Did this chick just call him a dog?! "Why you-don't you go off thinking you're better than me!"

"Aren't you doing the same?" Sid said calmly. Chuuya growls and without thinking, he charges at Sid with a kick. However, his world became instantly upside down as he hit the floor.

Sid made some kind of hand gesture. "Since you already alleviated your anger, I will be placing you in a temporary cell as punishment."

"Damn you! Hey! Don't walk away from me, you bitch!" Chuuya yelled.

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"Like I said, a minor incident," Sid said. Dazai hums. 'Good. But be at your guard, these three are part of the Port Mafia. They're not like your typical gangsters. Think of them...as the real ones who are part of the criminal underworld. They're not reason with. They're just stray dogs. That's why I picked you four since you four are good at taming such wonderful beasts." Dazai smiles playfully.

Matt chuckles, "Now that sounds like fun. If that's what you want, Warden. Then I want your permission if Ryunosuke challenges me, I get to fight him."

"Of course, Matt! To your heart's content!" Dazai smiles.

With that, the meeting was dismissed.

"Warden Osamu, don't forget. you have a meeting with the other wardens soon." Sid reminds him. Dazai sighs, "Can I do it tomorrow?!" He whines.

"No," Sid said with a deadpan look. "If you try to get out of this, I will make pack your tomorrow with more time-wasting things."

"Don't do that, Sid-chan! I will kill myself if you do!" Dazai cries.

"If you do that, I will foil it." Sid said. Dazai groans, "Fine, fine! I will go to the meeting."

"It's a video call!"

"That's much better than in-person!" Said Dazai.

And so...it's just another day at Northern State Penitentiary."

To be continued....

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Pairings: Striker x Female reader

Blood mingled with water in the bathroom sink as (Y/N) washed her hands from another successful kill the tall assassin demoness looking at herself in the mirror. Sapphire skin on slender human-like features, slightly darker iridescent scales situated around her eyes to her temples, two large sets of horns sprouted from her head; one set resembling a ram with a straight pair that went through the centers of them, fangs and a pair of cats shaped black eyes with crimson pupils. (Y/N) ran a clawed hand down her long silver braid flipping it over her shoulder just before a pair of hands came to rest upon her hips. Turning around the demoness looked down slightly to see her impish lover standing there with a smirking grin upon his face.

Striker was fondly looking up at his mate as she cupped his face in her hands pulling the pale imp into a gentle kiss made slightly more difficult by the protrusion of her baby belly. (Y/N) gingerly pushed past Striker into the main of the dingy motel room to finish putting away her equipment from the current job when a sharp pain ran through her abdomen causing the demoness to buckle over slightly with a groan. Striker noticed immediately his mate’s distress immediately hurrying to her side just as she felt dampness run down her thighs.

“Striker…my water just broke…I’m going into labor,” The demoness stated as he reached her

“What? Shit! We’re miles from the nearest hospital even on bombproof it’d take at least a two-day ride,” Striker concluded as a pensive expression settled on his features.

“I know, I’m going to have to have the baby here,” (Y/N) also concluded, despite Striker’s stoic look she could sense him tense at this revelation, yet he still guided her to the bed. (Y/N) stripped off the clothing from her lower half then settled under the sheets despite this being her first child for whatever reason she was felt at ease almost as if she’d done this a hundred times…instinct perhaps? Lilith’s blessing? Whatever the reason she accepted it.

“We never shoulda taken this job, not with you so far along,” Striker stated and (Y/N) could see on his face that the imp was blaming himself for them being in the middle of nowhere.

“Hush love…we both knew I’d work up to the moment of birth…it’s my nature…as it is yours. This is as much my fault as yours,” (Y/N) reassured him, caressing a hand over his cheek as the pale imp sat on the edge of the bed gently pressing a cool cloth to the nape of her neck.

“Hmm, what do Ya need me ta do?” Striker inquired

“Just be here…for now,” (Y/N) answered gently pulling him close till their foreheads tapped, her eyes closing as she revealed in the presence of her mate.

…

After several hours the early dawn was starting to break over the horizon along with (Y/N)’s pained groans. Striker had positioned himself near the foot of the bed with a towel in hand as (Y/N) pushed, waiting for their child to be born. Fear racked Striker’s core every time (Y/N) cried out, every moment the baby wasn’t there yet he feared losing either his mate or child…or both yet through it all (Y/N) remained calm and concentrated as her instincts guided her through the process. (Y/N) instructed Striker on what to do as the baby began to arrive and moments later a small shrill cry rang out in the motel room as Striker wrapped his newborn son in the towel. (Y/N) laid back in exhaustion as Striker brought their newborn around, gently handing him to her and for the first time since they’d met (Y/N) watched the most loving, gentle expression spread across Striker’s face.

“We’re going to need a name,” (Y/N) prompted after a couple moments holding their son. The baby boy had a pale blue complexion with scales running along his temples, pure white little strands of hair were visible upon his head along with a pair of horns that followed the precise curve of his skull from forehead to just above the base of his neck.

“Yes, we never did talk about one,” Striker realized as he simple sat admiring his new son.

“A strong demonic name perhaps…like (B/N).” (Y/N) suggested gingerly rocking her bundle of joy.

“That sounds perfect…(B/N).” Striker repeated the name, caressing a hand over the little one’s horns.

The happy couple sat together simply enjoying their new arrival while (Y/N) recovered from the birth which was made swifter by her demonic blood. A couple days later they left the motel with their new bundle and Striker couldn’t be happier in his entire life.

#Helluva boss #Helluva boss fanfiction #Helluva boss fanfics #fanfictions #fanfics #Helluva boss Striker #Reader insert #Striker #Striker x female reader #romance #fluff #adorableness #cuteness #drama #tooth rotting fluff

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finished ep 12 of osnf. much sleepy. oughh.

Okay not nearly as many thoughts as last time (I blame the fact that I stayed up late then woke up early to watch this episode, am eepy) but I still got a few!

Alright first of all was Cellbit TRYING to kill them with that encounter at the beginning. SIR. WHAT WAS THAT. He really threw everything at them, the creatures just kept coming and coming. For a while I thought that he was trying to set up for some dramatic entrance where another character (a new NPC maybe) would run in to join the fray and help them out because there were just SO MANY OF THOSE FUCKERS WHAT THE HELL.

Poor Ceasar being scooby-doo chased around the field by the mist trying to shoot the creatures away from his friends while repeatedly getting punched in the back of his head. Joui fighting for his life (literally) trying to get that stupid ass murderdog off of him that wouldn’t let up—even when IT WAS CUT IN HALF, IN HALF—and nearly dying to it (thank god Calango remembered the armor stats hhhhh). And the crazy contrast between Bagi(Liz) rolling several extremes while Rakin(Thiago) rolls nothing but fails because he was trapped and to escape he needed a strength test and his strength stat is s h i t.

But MAN that 2 on strength he rolled trying to save Joui. Thiago struggled the whole fight to free himself from the snake-thing but the moment he saw Joui about to die, he was able to find it in himself to rip that monster off of Joui. Not even joking, I was so relieved. I don't know what I would have done if Joui died. Cried probably. Cried a lot. Joui spent that whole fight yelling at his friends to just run, just get out of there, because he would rather die than watch his friends die again, and so soon after the Nightmare... Hhough Jouiiiii ;-; Wrapping him up in a blanket you're so good sweetheart, you're so good, your friends care about you so much, I know you can't stand to see them hurt but they don't want to see you hurt either.

Anyway uh. The Jeniffer cow lived* but Murilo/the Collector did not, rest in peace my dude. And all evidence suggests the Gatekeeper as the culprit in the murders. And Joui (Luba!!) pointing out how the Gatekeeper told them it was okay to use fire! Man that was a GOOD catch.

But... How did the Gatekeeper know that Thiago wouldn't light up immediately? Bc if he did then the mist would've descended and he would have to figure out how to sneak away during the fight to kill the Helper. And it seems kinda awkward for the group to immediately encounter the mist before even getting to know the town. In any case I'm glad Thiago didn't try to smoke right away, for those story-reasons.

*Side note: real fucking funny how Cellbit said he and Guaxi talked off-stream to discuss how Arthur would react to certain things so that Cellbit's NPC-ing of Arthur for this episode would be accurate, and Arthur proceeded to spend the whole episode fretting over the fucking cow. Like his friends come stumbling out of the woods, two of nearly dead, the other two not much better off (well Thiago was fine bc of his op shield lol), and he's more concerned about the cow. I know that was probably just to set up for him staying with the cow for most of the episode so that he could take a background role but that's so fucking funny. Arthur is just kneeling by the cow "🥺 oh Jennifer....." And of course Joui, angel that he is, puts a hand on Arthur's shoulder and reassures him that they'll find help for Jennifer while he himself is like. Actively bleeding out. 10/10 rp I'm so happy to know that this is character-accurate for Arthur lmfao.

Or perhaps Joui/Luba's theory about what the Gatekeeper told them about fire is wrong, and this is just a coincidence. iirc, the Gatekeeper never told them that it was okay to use fire, he just said it was okay to smoke. Then again, it's apparently his job to tell the new Ignaros not to use fire, period, so the fact that he didn't bring that up is suspicious. Maybe he was trying to be subtle about it, as part of an alibi? If he told them outright that fire was okay, that would put him under suspicion, but if he skirted around the details, or just failed to mention, well...that's also suspect, but it's safer, a detail that's more malleable if he has to defend himself from accusation.

That is to say, if this really is all the Gatekeeper's doing. Someone could be setting him up. If he was really trying to get away with several murders, then why leave the front door to his tower open? Why not destroy the bloody clothes, or bury them out in the woods or something? Liz pointed out the fact that no body in Santo Berco suspects each other, as they all trust each other, but come on man, it's murder 101, you destroy the evidence. Idk he might just be a real shitty murderer. Besides, what motive could he have? I guess that'll be explained, if he really is the murderer. And where did he go? It doesn't seem like he left willingly—not being around to ring the bell would attract a lot of attention to himself, and the door was wide open—or maybe he was in a rush? Questions, questions.

Poor Blacksmith. Things aren't looking too good for you, my man.

In any case, the real Door Final Boss is coming up. Thiago and Ceasar, hope your kicking legs are ready. (Tbh I completely forgot about that little black card thing, thank god Liz/Bagi didn't lmao. Such an inconspicuous little thing to carry so much plot significance...)

#osnf #curlyosnf #dont mind me im just rambling

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transwicky · 10 months

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Surprise

The Guy/Scraps fic nobody wanted but me. Oh well 8)

on AO3

Guy used to play for the Aces. It was before Kent was drafted, and Guy had been strictly in the closet for his entire Aces career.

Well, for the most part. Until Scraps had joined the team, at least. The two had become friends fast, and Guy had felt himself forming a crush within the first week.

He’d always known he was gay, or he had since he was fourteen, and his first time having sex with anyone – his fourteen year old class mate who had been flirting and asked him out – had left him feeling… nothing.

He’d broken up with her, quietly telling her he was gay, and she had been furious over it, but her brother had rolled his eyes, and told her ‘you shouldn’t have fucked him then, he wouldn’t have known he was gay if you hadn’t’, and Guy was torn on being embarrassed, upset, or relieved, that he had someone in his corner – or at least in his corner enough to keep her from being a vindictive ex.

Several months later, his ex’s parents came around, dropped a baby in his arms, and said it’s either adoption or you, make the decision now.

Guy had chosen to keep the baby, and his parents were disappointed he had sex, and that it was clearly unprotected – he was fourteen, he knew nothing about sex other than his dick when into the vagina, okay!? – but also proud of him for taking responsibility.

He didn’t think he’d get into the NHL – he wasn’t entirely sure how he did, to be honest – but he did, and he was one of the only Aces with a kid, and he knew quickly to not mention he was gay to anyone on the team (though he knew, realistically, that Red would accept him, especially since Red’s daughter was trans, and Guy knew that because Red housed him and his son for two months, until Guy got an apartment of his own, so- Red would accept him, but Guy still wasn’t prepared to risk it).

But then Scraps joined the team, and that stupid crush formed.

And then a month later, Scraps had kissed him.

It’s been years since then, and they were still together, despite the fact Guy was traded to the Falconers across the country.

Video calls every week were done, and phone calls and texts were daily.

Guy’s son suffered the most, since Scraps was his father just as much as Guy was, and Vince was fourteen now, and god, Guy couldn’t imagine his son having a baby.

“Dad, when is Babbo coming to visit?” Vince asked, as he drove to the high school’s rink. Vince had joined the local hockey team for his age group when he was ten, and Guy had made sure his son knew he needed to sign up because he found hockey fun, and not because of some silly idea that he had to be a hockey player because of his parents.

Vince had rolled his eyes, said duh, and that had eased Guy’s fear that his son was putting too many expectations on himself, like Jack had (not that Guy blamed Jack at all for that).

“I don’t know.” Guy sighed softly. “You ready for hockey camp?”

“Yeah!” Vince grinned, and Guy smiled softly.

Yes, the perpetually frowning man did know how to smile – he just usually only smiled at his son, or boyfriend.

Fiance.

God, he couldn’t believe his lover proposed at a fucking falcon show at the fucking zoo, like a fucking nerd.

God, he loved that man.

He dropped Vince off, and spoke to the coach, before he headed for the local ice rink that had been affectionately nickname The Roost by most of Providence.

Walking into the nook, he froze, seeing George showing their new team mate around.

Except it was-

“Leo?” Guy asked, eyes wide, and George and Scraps turned around, and Scraps grinned.

“Surprise?” He offered, and Guy didn’t care that half the team was there, watching, as he understood why Jack had said fuck it on the ice a year ago.

He ran to his lover, and tugged him down into a kiss, and Marty and Thirdy laughed – they’ve known for years now, about Guy being with Scraps – as a few others cried out.

“So how come I didn’t get welcomed like that!?” Snowy joked, when Guy and Scraps pulled apart.

“Gross.” Jack said, and it distracted the team from Guy kissing Scraps, and Scraps laughed softly.

“Well, this is already a different team environment than I’m used to.” He said softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was a surprise.” Scraps said, smiling. “So… Surprise.”

“You’re a such a fucking nerd.” Guy laughed softly.

And then he tugged him into another a kiss.

There’d be hell to pay from the rest of the team later, for not telling them – especially after Jack came out – but it was worth it.

This was definitely a hell of a surprise.

#omgcp #guy check please #scraps check please #i need a ship tag for them #y'all help me figure out a ship tag for them #i need a writing tag

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bad-rper · 2 years

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The Scaffold

"We hereby call to judgment of Azeroth's most reprehensible creatures!"

Thick shells of plate clinked into place with each pace of the warden's sabatons. The makeshift stage was hobbled by what little debris there was to scrounge. Before it, a gathering of several dozens of kaldorei and other allies of Kalimdor huddled in their dignified scraps of armor and cloths. Not often did wardens hold their executions as spectacles, especially in those trying times, but was not only justice. This was revenge for a people.

"Not any demonic invader! Not any dwelling threat from the bottom of the sea! Two of our own brothers--demons disguised in nature's names!"

"ALASH! ANIR!"

The two sat painfully on their knees behind her. Their ankles and wrists bound, stripped of armor and aught, and enforced by imposing Sentinels. Even his eyepatch had been taken, forcing him to look at the destitute remains of their people unblinkered. To watch their jeers, scowls, and cries. The sunken socket might have been a portal to the past, but it could not send warning.

"They terrorized in our forests! Setting fire to house and home, kith and kin! Razing our temples and priestesses! Then used what remained to build their weapon of calamitous destruction! And even after using it to lay waste to half of our living woods, the fallout brings back swathes of Legion forces to our world! Uninhabitable and -infested-!"

To his right, Anir watched the warden's every movement, searching for the hint of something beneath her billowing cape. At first, Alash had thought he was still looking for a means out, or some last way to thrash at the woman. The other bound man's body was tense, rendered still by the constriction of all fibers within him. Instead, that focus was only to glimpse one precious object: the simple dagger worn as a trophy.

"The blame is not theirs alone! But theirs is the fire that lit their cohorts' torches! We've snuffed those flames... Now only the pyre to extinguish!"

"Si..." Anir's head finally gave, curling forward, inward, and under his chest. For so long, longer than his capture, he'd weathered their abuse and punishment with a vacant, unbreakable stare. How fitting that the stage would cause him to crack.

"Don't let them take your dignity." Alash's gravelly voice was full enough to drown the rest of the name but low to not garner the others' attention. It was a half-truth, not just a save for either's dignity. 'You cry a lot when you're alone, don't you?' The insouciant soldier's last words to Anir; he couldn't let those change now.

"... Only Elune has a chance to guide their souls now...!"

The lodging of mucus and saliva in the bent man's throat trembled into a sickly sounding chuckle. "Even in death... We cannot escape Her," he mused weakly. His tired vision rose again to the mob, cursing their name, "... They'll never know it. A pity." Those ever-observing eyes could hold the world no longer, closing and tilting his face back to the gnarled wood.

"I'm sorry," quaked Naddred again. For a moment, the orating warden and the raucous crowd were muted. The backstage was several miles away. "I should have done better." The words hung there, living in the last moments of imaginary peace they could take back.

The eyes opened again, barely, hanging onto the woodgrain. Imagining it was coursing currents through a sea. "Dred..." They wound into turbulent eddies and thrashing whirlpools. "... Did you ever love me?" eked out a pathetic question from a pathetic voice with pathetic eyes and a pathetic state.

In near offense, the man's head looked up to see with his lone eye, looking at the cascading mass of hair that covered his face. Was this the time for such intimate doubt and self-pity? But 'of course' was caught in his throat. When was the last time he said it? Implied it? This was the time. This needed to be the time. "... I've always loved you."

Before them, a Sentinel officer handed off the glaive to the warden.

"And I'll show that to you," a trail of seawater coursed from the wet, bruised crater, "Even if it means dragging us from hell to do it."

Sisters cheered. Mothers held squeaking breaths. Men roared. The warden turned. Blade held and reflecting the Moon's light. Her Judgment.

Moon-welled eyes looked back on him with a smile as rare as it was pained. "Then you've done the best you could."

Twin thuds rolled onto wood. Cries exploded. Birds flew. -- (This was a prompt response for ‘what if your character was still dating their ex’ that got out of hand. Whoops.)

#no actual scaffold gifs but close enough #Naddred Snakeeater #Anir

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Before You Were Born, ch. 12

[cw] grief [reading time] 6½ mins.

Helpless. Useless. That’s how I felt.

I sat next to Sylvie on the couch, trying my best to comfort her while her cops and paramedics swarmed her apartment. A nice detective on the scene tried several times to get her to explain what happened, but she could only respond in incoherent half-thoughts. Then she’d start crying again. I did my best to ignore his ridiculously fluffy moustache and fill in the blanks where I could, but I arrived late myself. Far too late.

My right arm smarted. A bruise formed where I hit the wall hard in cat-form. I hoped that bastard’s face was scarred for life. Ixion. He’d been here. I watched from outside, but somehow he sneaked past me. I really wished that Sylvie told me what she planned to do. Maybe I could have been more help? Why didn’t she tell me? Did she not believe me when I said I would help?

The moment I dreaded most arrived. One of the officers escorted Mrs. Shaestari into the room, showed her the body. She nodded and put a hand over her mouth. I could see she wanted to cry, but she was strong. Stronger than I would be in her place. After a moment, she stiffened her back and regained her composure. She thanked the moustachioed detective, and then her eyes fixed on me. I swallowed hard. I hoped she wouldn’t blame me for not stopping this. I had a feeling she already didn’t like me very much. I had no idea what to say to her. Fuck, I had no idea what to say to Sylvie, either. All I did was put my hand on her back reassuringly while she cried. What the fuck do you say to people who’s father/husband was just brutally murdered?

Oops, I wasn’t paying attention. Sylvie’s mother stood in front of us now.

“Rayna, was it?”

I nodded. I still had no idea what to say to her.

“May I sit next to my daughter?”

I suddenly realized the sofa was too small for a third person, and I uttered a quick apology as I jumped to my feet. “I’ll just leave you two alone for a bit.”

To my surprise, she caught me by the hand before I could leave. Her touch was warmer and gentler than I expected. “No, stay. I think Sylvie might need you yet.”

Confusing. What did that mean? I nodded agreeably, though. I probably looked like a fool to her, just bobbing my head over and over again.

She sat down next to Sylvie and put a hand on the younger elf’s head. She petted her daughter’s hair for a few moments before speaking in a soft, soothing tone. “Sylvie?”

My friend sat like a scared child, with her knees tucked under her chin. Her eyes shifted when her mother spoke, as if she noticed the other woman for the first time. “Mama… I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. This is all my fault!”

She started to bawl again, big ugly tears this time. My heart ached, and I had to stop myself from reaching out to her again. I had to let her mother handle this.

Mrs. Shaestari pulled her daughter into her arms and let her cry. “No, darling. Nothing is your fault here. If anything, I should apologize. This was all set in motion long before you were born.”

What on earth was she talking about? Did she know who this Ixion person was? I wanted to ask questions. I almost opened my mouth, but I knew I shouldn’t interrupt. It felt like an eternity. I had to watch as Sylvie’s pitiful sobs mussed her mother’s suit. I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, unsure of what I should do with myself.

Sylvie eventually exhausted her tears, and her face started to regain some of its usual alertness and colour. “Mama… Who is Nox?”

Her mother sighed, a long, low exhalation of resignation. “He is your father’s brother. And, he is the reason we left our home behind. Your father wanted not to speak of it ever again, but now I find myself questioning whether that was wise.”

Sylvie’s eyes darted back and forth, no doubt processing this wild new information. Her father’s killer is his brother? What for? Revenge? What kind of cheap paperback nonsense was this?

I couldn’t hold my tongue any longer. “Why would his brother want to kill him? And Sylvie?”

The elder elf looked up at me. At first I thought she would admonish me for interrupting, but she didn’t say anything. My eyes locked with hers; they were a pale green that were nearly Sylvie’s twin, and I saw the same feeling of anguish that I’d seen in my friend time and time again. But her mother had more clear restraint. No doubt she would go home that night and cry, somewhere where no one could see her. I felt awful for interrogating her at such a sensitive moment.

Sylvie didn’t even let her answer, anyways. She reached out with one arm and motioned for me to come closer. When I did, she pulled me down to the couch and clutched both me and her mother tightly. It turned out there was room for three on the sofa after all, provided one person was sitting in someone’s lap.

Alright, I told myself. Help her get through this for now. We can discuss the whys and hows later.

Detective Moustache stepped up to us and interrupted our tender moment with a polite clearing of his throat. He kept his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. “Mrs. Shaestari. Sorry to interrupt.”

Sylvie’s mother gently removed herself from her daughter’s embrace and stood to face the detective. That left me in the awkward position of sitting in Sylvie’s lap, one arm around her shoulder. When her mother stood up, Sylvie straightened her posture, and that put our faces dangerously close to each other. I tapped my foot nervously. I looked into her eyes, but she was focused on whatever the detective was about to say. Part of me really wanted to kiss her. What a stupid, selfish thought in that moment. I didn’t even know if she felt that way about me. Would she welcome that kind of comfort? Ugh, I had no idea what to do!

I had to tear myself away from the million conflicting thoughts in my head, only to notice the detective was speaking to Sylvie’s mother.

“—going to remove your husband’s body now. If you don’t mind, I’d like to question your daughter more when she’s up to it. She’s the only one who witnessed the whole thing.”

Mrs. Shaestari shook her head. “That is not necessary. I can tell you now what happened. My husband’s brother took a revenge he had promised for many years. Constable, I would ask you to leave this to my people. You need not involve yourself.”

The detective was taken aback. “Well, that’s … not really how this works. I can’t just ignore a homicide that took place in my neighbourhood. I respect that you elves have your own ways, but here we go by human laws. That’s an interesting development, though. Perhaps you’d like to give a statement as well?”

She nodded her agreement. “Sylvie? Will you be well if I leave with the detective for now?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Let us speak, then.”

Sylvie’s mother led the way, much to the detective’s surprise. He had to move quickly to keep up with her.

After her mother left, Sylvie turned to face me, and I think for the first time she registered that I was sitting in her lap. She immediately did that cute thing where her cheeks turned red and she looked away. Her shyness was adorable. Or maybe I was just projecting? It was hard to say.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “Rayna.”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for … well, trying to help at least. I pushed you away, but for once, I’m glad you were stubborn.”

I smiled to myself. Yeah, I could be like that. “I couldn’t let you do whatever you were planning by yourself. Do me a favour, though? Please, please let me help from now on. I was really scared when you stopped responding the other day.”

Her eyes met mine again, and somehow she found more waterworks after all that crying from earlier. “I know. I’m so sorry! I don’t know what I’m doing.”

I quickly hugged her tight, sopping up her tears with my shirt. “Whoa, whoa, don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m not angry or anything like that. I promise. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing either. I just leapt in before my brain could stop me.”

She reined in her emotions again. “Thank you. You’re always so kind and patient.”

I laughed a little, more out of nervousness than anything else. “Am I? You must be bringing out some new, unseen side of me.”

The corners of her mouth briefly curled into that precious little smile of hers. Maybe things would be okay, after all. “Rayna?”

“I’m still here.”

Her face turned dour, the smile disappearing as quickly as it arrived. “I don’t want to stay here tonight.”

“Well, that’s not surprising. You can come back to my place again if you want.”

The starry sky brightened from the east when we finally left Sylvie’s apartment. The cops took a long time to finish their work. It still spooked me just a little bit. I’d never been in the middle of a crime scene, watched someone die, or attacked a dark elf before—and that all happened in one night. What the fuck. This would take years of therapy to work through.

Still, I had to stay focused for Sylvie’s sake. If she needed someone to be strong right now, that could be me. We walked side by side, and briefly I wondered if I should reach out, take her hand, maybe? I looked over, but her hands were hidden in the pockets of her hoodie. She walked with her head down, staring at the ground. She probably wasn’t interested in more interaction.

It felt like someone watched us, and I looked up to the balcony above. James leaned over the railing, puffing on a joint. I was shocked that he hadn’t called out to us like usual. The cops talked to him as well, though, so maybe the night’s ordeal weighed as heavily on him as it did me. Our eyes met briefly, and he dipped his head respectfully in a way that seemed like he understood what we were going through.

I wasn’t certain what Sylvie thought in that moment, and I felt it might sour her mood further to ask. I was tired, but I probably wouldn’t sleep even when we got home. I turned my attention to the dark streets around us, keeping an eye out just in case that Ixion creep decided to show his face again.

Sylvie came to an abrupt halt. “I’m tired.”

“Should I call an Uber? It’s too early for the bus.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. Rayna, I’m tired of being pushed around. Tired of feeling like a child. Even when… when…”

I choked a little. If she cried again, I might just join her. I was too frazzled. Thankfully she pushed past it.

“When Papa lay there, dying… he only thought of Mama and me. I want to show him I can be strong like him. I also want to punch Ixion right in the throat. I don’t care if he is my fucking uncle.”

My eyes widened. I never heard her talk like that before. “Well, it goes without asking that you’ve got my support, dolcezza.” Cringe. I have no idea why that pet name left my mouth.

She raised her head to meet my gaze. Her green eyes fluctuated with conviction and sadness. If the term of endearment bothered her, though, she made no show of it.

“You’re right. I’m tired physically, too. Let’s get that car.”

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