#but he was so annoying in the Sanctuary scene

[jackactuallywrites]

Hidden Paradise

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit (detailed shagging)

Warnings: Unprotected sex and also shower sex which we all know is unsafe

Summary: You walk in on a man in the shower, it takes you seeing him in the skull mask a week later to realise it was Ghost, and he is very intrigued by your reaction

Notes: This absolutely wouldn’t be possible without @xxven my muse and pookie and beta reader who gave me the plot 🤍❤️ (also raven on TikTok for making a hot thirst trap that inspired a whole scene)

Word Count: 4,195 (I am very horny for ghost)

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There was very little luxury to be found on a military base; your military fatigues were never soft, your boots were the cheapest given by the contractors, your bed squeaked every time you so much as moved an inch, and there wasn’t so much as a tealight allowed in the barracks.

However, you’d found a quiet sanctuary. Far from the rest of the buildings on the base, there was a small shower block, disused and forgotten about in favour of the newer, more convenient showers. The water pressure wasn’t all that great, and the tiles would probably never return to whatever shade of white they’d started out as, but all that mattered was that it was so wonderfully, blissfully quiet.

Silence was one of the hardest commodities to come across on a military base; there was always something going on, whether it be a training exercise with a hard-edged sergeant screaming at recruits or the grunts trying out whatever shiny new piece of equipment the government had seen fit to waste money on, but out there in the shower block, muffled by a copse of trees, there was nothing. Beautiful, precious, nothing.

Today had been yet another long lesson in tedium, worsened by the fact that your most beloved friends were out in the field, busy repairing the vehicles with whatever they could scavenge from the base. You already felt exhausted at the idea of how much paperwork you’d have to do after they’d torn through the place, and the day proved you right, with you having to go to every single place in the garages to check what stock had been taken as mechanics had an annoying habit of forgetting to write down what they’d used. It was long into the evening by the time you’d finally finished putting in the orders to replace every strange bit of junk the mechanics had used, and all you could think about was the long shower you were going to take.

The route through the forest was one of the only places you could get away with wearing your headphones and listening to music without getting scolded by the sergeant on patrol, and you took advantage of this privilege every time, blasting some classic disco music in your ears as you approached the shower block, blissfully unaware of the world outside. If not, you might have noticed the sound of the shower running.

As such, you walked into the block thinking of nothing but how your new eucalyptus shower steamer would smell, having got fairly good reviews online. You already had a favourite shower at this point, the one on the very end, with the best water pressure that the rusted old pipes could provide, though it had no door to speak of. You walked along the yellowed tile floor, passing by the empty showers until you finally reached your favourite one, only to find that it was very much not empty.

Standing under the sputtering stream of water was a tall, well-built man, his tan back glistening under the hundreds of droplets of water, highlighting the various white scars on his back, some of them small, some of them intimidatingly large. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down, admiring the muscles in his back and perfectly toned legs, as well as a surprisingly sculpted ass. Whoever he was, he was statuesque in his beauty, as though he had been carved out of marble, and as he turned around to face you, showcasing the golden hair that trailed down from his abs, you caught a glimpse of his shaft, thick and long, yet quickly covered by a large hand.

It was that movement that broke the lustful spell you were under, and your eyes finally stopped ogling his body and flicked up to his face. You didn’t recognise him, not his pale green eyes or his crooked nose, but you could absolutely recognise the outrage on his face, and you yanked down your headphones, keeping your eyes firmly above his waist, “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was in here.” His voice was little more than a snarl, “Get out.” You had absolutely no desire to argue with a man built like that, so you gave a quick nod and hurried back out of the shower block, not willing to spend a single second more in his presence.

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Since your encounter in the showers, not a single night had gone past where you hadn’t dreamed about the man, his body, his hands, the dark blond hair that led down his navel, and the thick veins on his forearms. It lurked in the back of your mind, eternally present as a lustful little memory to entertain you during the more boring moments of your day.

Yet again, you were in another meeting writing down what items had been used over the week and what needed to be ordered for the next month's exercise. It was made slightly more interesting by the fact that this time, you were working with the SAS, and not just that, but with some of the most feared soldiers there were, including the worst of the worst, Ghost .

You swore you could almost feel the insidious aura coming from the man in the skull mask, as though it was radiating off him in dark waves. When he spoke, his words were sharp and to the point, never expending more energy than was strictly necessary, and rarely directing his attention to you, sitting in silence and taking notes, not that you were complaining. Every time the man spoke, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck prickle as though your body was trying to warn you that he was dangerous. It was only toward the end of the meeting that you finally spoke up, standing and reciting everything that you’d written down in your notebook.

It was times like that where you’d have to put on a brave face as if you feared the room of men no more than a pack of kittens, making sure your voice was loud and firm, forcing them to listen to you. None of them seemed particularly interested; after all, you were a perfect, albeit boring professional, yet you remained undeterred, making eye contact with each of them. Even Ghost was looking at you; you could see those pale green eyes watching you from underneath his skull mask with a strange intensity. You remained undeterred, staring back at the man as you read out the various things that were in stock and what would have to be ordered, yet there was something niggling at the back of your head. Those eyes were strangely familiar.

It took you a second to remember, and then the barely buried memory came back: the beautiful man in the shower, his body glistening, his toned muscles, and the dark blond hair that covered his navel. The words in your mouth died on your tongue, and you saw Ghost’s eyebrow raise underneath his mask as if he was intrigued by your reaction to him. You cleared your throat, hoping that the heat you felt in your cheeks wouldn’t show up on your skin as you dropped your eyes back down to your notebook, pointedly ignoring him as you focused back on your task, ensuring that you hadn’t missed anything.

Inexplicably, Ghost spoke up, interrupting your admittedly dull recital of your list, “How soon can we get a restock of the M16 mags?” His question forced you to look over at him, and his pale green eyes seemed as though they were trying to drill right through your head. You refused to back down this time, meeting his gaze no matter how prevalent the image of his naked body was in your mind, even if you did stumble over your words as you flipped through the pages, “Those mags, uh, the ammo for the M16 that is, we ordered those last Tues-Wednesday , so they’ll be in by the end of this week.”

You couldn’t see his expression under his mask, but you could have sworn that it tugged in a way that suggested he was smirking underneath the black fabric, a touch of smugness in his eyes. Was he flirting with you? There was no possible way for you to find out in the middle of a full room, so you decided to put that tantalising idea to the side, wrapping up the last few items on your list and then glancing around the room, “If there’s anything else, please send me an itemised list by the end of the day.”

With that, the meeting was over, every soldier packing up their files, undoubtedly each one as bored as you, and you had little desire to spend any more time with them, especially with the suspiciously intense look Ghost was giving you, so you gave your farewells and left the room as quickly as you could, doing your best to rid your mind of the confusing thoughts whirling around in your mind. Ghost, the supposed ‘psycho’ killer, was flirting with you. Or perhaps threatening you. You weren’t entirely sure which. And yet, you had a strange desire to find out, that small part of you that longed to step into dangerous territory. But how could you? That meeting had been the only time you’d ever interacted with the man; other than your brief encounter in the shower, it didn’t seem like there would ever be another opportunity to be alone with him.

Unless.

Regardless of how outraged he’d been previously, he’d seemed entirely intrigued by you in the meeting, almost amused. You’d seen the direction he was headed; if your mind wasn’t already overtaken with delusional optimism, you could have sworn that he was striding in the direction of the old shower block with what seemed like great determination.

This was one of those deciding moments, a fork in the path where you got to choose what the outcome would be: adherence to your usual routine or something far more thrilling. You could almost feel the clock ticking in your head, your time running short, and for once, you decided to be brave and at least a little bit stupid, heading to your barracks to pick up your things before heading out toward the shower block, adrenaline pounding in your veins as you made your way through the small woods to the brick building.

Even from the outside, you could hear the shuddering of the pipes as they desperately pumped water, your heart beginning to pick up the pace as you pushed open the heavy wooden door, closing it softly behind you, now able to hear the pattering of water on the tile floor and see the black clothing draped over the bench that ran the length of the wall. You walked down the centre of the block, approaching the last stall on the end, and yet, you couldn’t take that final step. Everything below the waist was screaming at you to leap into the shower with the man, yet your brain conjured images of the humiliating HR meeting you’d be in if you had, in fact, entirely misinterpreted what were admittedly very subtle hints. You didn’t dare push over that line with a man so far above you in rank, but you weren’t prepared to entirely give up, so you merely slunk into the stall next to his, stripping off your uniform and hanging it on the backside of the door, pulling it to and surrendering yourself to an unsatisfying shower.

The shower head shuddered as you twisted the knob for water, a few spats of water dripping out, yet nothing more. There was a good reason you stuck to that end stall; almost every other shower there had been neglected to the point of failure. You took this as a sign to give up, turning around to get your things, only to find Ghost standing in the now open doorway.

There was nothing but a towel lazily wrapped around his hips to cover him up, his blond hair already soaked, water leaving little trails down his body, pulling your eyes down. You quickly snapped your attention back to his face, your hands already going to cover your chest and between your legs instinctually. Ghost’s eyes lingered on your body before finally flicking to the broken shower head, then back to your face. You could see that intrigued twinkle in his eyes as he gave you a slightly smug smirk, gesturing toward the other shower stall with his head, “Mine works. We should share.”

You almost couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. The exact situation had been playing out in your mind ever since you’d seen him naked, yet never once had you made the connection between your shower Adonis and Lieutenant Ghost. The two couldn’t be reconciled in your head, but you quickly decided that this was a problem to be solved later, if at all. You turned your non-functioning shower off, though slightly reluctant to use the hand covering your chest to do so, and then walked out of the stall, ducking under Ghost’s arm holding the door open for you, and rounding the corner into the warm stream of the only functional shower, allowing the water to wash away all the important questions that should have been asked, only focusing on the present moment.

Though you’d chosen to face away from him, you could still hear the noise of his towel hitting the wall as he tossed it aside, your entire body tensing up as you felt his presence behind you, the nerves nipping at the back of your mind. You didn’t dare turn to look at him, trying to find something else to focus on to quiet your frenzied brain, your eyes flicking to the one bottle of his on the floor in the shower, trying to figure out what scent ‘original’ was supposed to be, and whether one liquid really could be shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Your thoughts on his toiletries were brought to an instant halt at the first touch of his hand on your hip, a questioning touch as though he was gauging your interest before moving any further. He might have been feared special forces, yet here, you retained a level of control, of security. You relaxed into his touch, leaning back until you bumped up against his chest, and his arm snaked around your stomach, wrapping tightly around your waist as he stepped forward into the stream from the shower, his head dipping down to rest in the crook of your neck. You could feel his other hand trail a path up your thigh before it, too, wrapped around you, pulling you snug against him in a tight embrace, like a man starved for any sort of touch.

For a moment, the two of you remained in that simple intimacy, your arms resting on top of his, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his embrace. Your hands were the first to move, your fingertips gently trailing over the muscles in his forearms, admiring the strength in them, unable to hold back a smile as you saw the not-so-subtle way he flexed them for you. His hand moved then, and you followed them with your own, one trailing down over your hipbone to the top of your thigh, gently stroking the skin there, the other one shifting up until it was just underneath your breast, pausing right before he touched anywhere interesting.

Clearly, he wasn’t about to touch anywhere without your explicit permission, and you decided to test him, pulling his left hand up until it was settled over your breast. His fingers paused, and you felt the tenseness in his arms, yet after a beat, he stretched out his fingers, tracing a little pattern over the swell of your breast, circling your nipple before his hand covered your boob entirely, gently squeezing it in his hand. You could feel his breathing growing heavier, every exhale blowing air over the skin of your neck, but you had no intention of stopping, relaxing into his touch, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, your eyes closed. The hand on your thigh had grown tight, fingers digging into your flesh, and you began to move his hand further in to where you could feel a growing need for his touch.

The further you moved his hand, the tighter his grip on your chest got, pulling you closer against him until you could finally feel his hardness pressed against the small of your back. His clear excitement emboldened you further, and you pushed his hand firmly between your legs, letting his fingers slightly part your labia to rest on your clit. That action earned you a low growl from him, and he buried his face into your shoulder as he pushed his fingers further down, touching the slick wetness beginning to leak out of your needy pussy. The second he felt your wetness, he drew his fingers back from you, digging them into your hip and pulling you firmly against him, rubbing the bridge of his nose against your neck as though he was trying to ground himself in the moment.

You had no problem allowing him to take his time, focusing on the simple pleasure of the warm water on your skin and the heat emanating from his chest to your back. His hand moved back to your pussy, more determined than before, as he slid his fingers down your slit, gently probing your slick hole with his fingers. As he slowly slid one in, he let out a strangled groan, shifting his face so he could bite down on the flesh of your neck, his other hand massaging your breast as his finger began to easily slip inside you. He stretched his thumb up to rest on your clit as he gently began to pump his finger in and out of you, rubbing in little circles, and you couldn’t help but let out a little moan.

The slightest of noises from you seemed to spur him on, and he pushed another finger inside you, beginning to kiss and suck at your neck as he did so, your body easily accepting his two fingers, and so he followed it with a third, his dick twitching with excitement against your back as all three of his fingers sank inside you without resistance.

Whatever good sense you had left was beginning to dissipate in the haze of your lust, and you reached your hand behind you to wrap around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke him as he gently fucked you with his fingers. He rewarded you with a soft groan in your ear, and so you quickened your pace, beginning to pump his dick in earnest, wanting him to receive the same pleasure as you. Your body was eagerly opening up around him, and the last bit of your intelligence vanished as your desperation for him overpowered you, and you begged for stupidity in two words.

“Fuck me.”

There was no hesitance in Ghost’s touch now as he pulled his fingers out of you, turning you to face him and then bending down to grab your thighs and lift you up, pinning you to the cool, damp wall of the shower stall. You could see the lust in his eyes as he shifted to hold you with only one hand, the other quickly moving to his dick, positioning it at your slick entrance and then slowly beginning to lower you down onto him. There was no comparison to the pleasure you felt, not only from feeling him slide into you, but to watch his face as he did so, his open lips, the desperate look in his eyes, his gaze entirely focused on you as though you were Aphrodite herself. You sunk your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud as you felt him stretch out your insides, yet you let your hands dig into his shoulders, your nails raking his skin as you felt every inch of him.

When you finally sunk down to the base of his cock, he leant forwards to rest his head on the wall beside you, clearly struggling to contain his composure, his hand digging into the flesh of your thigh, the other splayed out on the cool tile wall. He took a second to breathe before he began to slowly thrust up into you, his hand shifting from your thigh to your hip to pin you in place. Even in your wetness, you could feel how big he was, filling you up so perfectly, and you arched your back against him, desperate to feel every inch of him inside you. His eyes were on you now, and he moved his hands from the wall to your lips, tugging your bottom lip out from between your teeth and issuing you a singular command, his gaze intense.

“I want to hear you.”

Even in your pleasure, you couldn’t stop yourself from obeying a command from your superior officer, and you let out the moans you’d been holding back, tightening your legs around his waist to pull him into you as much as possible, your fingers raking against his back as he fucked you, his hips beginning to move more forcefully against you. His fingers now moved to your hair, brushing the errant strands out of your face and then shifting down to cup your cheek, lifting your face, his voice soft, “Look at me.”

There was no mistaking the utter lust in his gaze when you looked up at him, yet you could also see quite a great deal of tenderness, of genuine care, which only served to heighten your pleasure, your hands moving from his shoulders to the back of his neck as you clung to him, desperately grinding your hips against him. He picked up his pace further yet still restrained himself from fully slamming into you, his grip like a vice on your thigh. His voice grew hoarser as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, clearly strained, “Touch yourself.”

In another situation, you might have felt insecure, yet you were entirely awash in lustful pleasure, and so you obeyed, reaching down with one hand to begin rubbing circles around your increasingly sensitive clit, feeling that same build of pleasure in your core as Ghost fucked you faster still, his expression growing more desperate by the second. He leant forward to whisper his final command against your lips.

“Come for me.”

Your body seemed honour-bound to obey him as your pussy clenched around his dick, your pleasure building until it finally crescendoed, with Ghost’s lips crashing onto yours as you finished, his hips moving frantically as he desperately fucked you, his thrusts stuttering as he finally shot his load deep inside you, his body crushing yours into the wall in a tight embrace. Your kisses became softer as the both of you came down from your frenzied high, his grip on your body loosening slightly, your death grip around his neck becoming less deadly.

With a satisfied groan, Ghost let himself sink to the floor, pulling you down along with him into his lap, letting his dick remain inside you as you settled more comfortably on top of him, resting against his chest as he lazily wrapped his arms around your lower back, cradling you against him. After such bodily heat, the comparatively cool water of the shower felt heavenly on your skin, washing away your intermingled sweat.

You probably could have slept there, with Ghost still buried inside you, yet he was not so spellbound. With a gentle movement, he pulled his softening length out of you, reaching over to grab the bottle of soapy liquid he’d left on the floor. Then, he repositioned you so you were now sitting in between his legs, his thick thighs boxing you in as he opened the bottle behind you. You weren’t entirely sure what he was doing, nor did you care, still awash in a pleasant afterglow. The touch of his fingers gently massaging the liquid into your hair was a heavenly surprise, and you practically melted into his hands, a human-sized pile of putty perfectly manipulated by him. He ran his fingers through the length of your hair, thoroughly soaping up every strand before he let the cool water wash away the suds.

Then, he got to work on your body. Never had you been so grateful for three-in-one soap as it meant you didn’t have to miss a second of his warm chest against your back as he began to soap up your body, his fingers incredibly gentle against your skin, paying attention to every single part of you, and then letting you lean back against his chest as the water washed everything away, his arms coming to rest around your waist. Every single care of yours seemed to follow the soap down the train as you relaxed into him, enjoying the way he rested his chin on your head as you closed your eyes, finally entirely at ease.

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°•★ SOLO .3

a/n: this took so long omds, i luv this song

Summary: reader moves to LA for work and becomes the sturniolos editor, but what happens when she falls for someone unexplected…

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, suggestive?

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Slurpppp. Slurppp. The resonating sound of Chris's cereal-slurping dominates the morning ambiance. "Chris, can you shut up?" Nick's frustration punctuates the air. My gaze avoids Chris's as I observe the unfolding scene. Chris maintains eye contact with Nick, defiantly slurping the remaining contents of his bowl. He abruptly rises, the clash of the bowl and spoon in the sink echoing through the room as he angrily stomps downstairs.

"The fuck is his problem?" Matt's muttered inquiry accompanies the rhythmic sip of his drink. My cold, untouched coffee becomes a silent witness to my detachment from everything following the blurry night. "What was he even doing up here last night?" Matt asked, and as all eyes turn to me, "He came up for a drink and was being annoying" I lie.

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In the sanctuary of my home, I immersed myself in the editing of the latest vlog. Laura's ecstatic response to the fresh love shoot photos had prompted her to arrange a dinner – a reward for me, Madi, and the triplets. Despite the anticipation of the evening, stress gripped me relentlessly.

As I concluded my editing, I rose to indulge in a comprehensive shower, given the sophistication of the venue Laura had chosen and her directive for us to dress elegantly. Emerging from the shower, I prepared – from hair to makeup. A black mini skirt paired with a lace long-sleeved top and a bralette underneath comprised my chosen attire. I adorned my favourite necklace and stepped into heels, donned my jacket, and grabbed my bag before capturing a photos and booking an Uber to the restaurant.

Spotting Madi through the glass door, I expressed gratitude to my Uber driver before entering. Madi, adorned in her dress, greeted me with a smile, praising my appearance. "You look so good," she remarked. "All you, girl," I responded. She informed me that the boys were already at the table. A worker approached, asking for my jacket – a small "oh" escaped my lips as I handed it over, receiving a small ticket in return.

As Madi and I approached the table, the restaurant's grandeur unfolded before me – a breathtaking crystal chandelier above our circular table, accompanied by intricate ceiling art. Madi settled next to Chris and Nick, leaving the sole vacant chair between Matt and Chris. Matt courteously pulled my chair back, and I conveyed a silent thank you. Greetings and small talk ensued, except for Chris, who remained engrossed in his phone. I observed him – a toothpick between his lips, black jeans paired with a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt, and a recently shaved face. Reluctantly, I can't help but think about how good he looks right now.

Perusing the menu, a waiter with dark blonde, wavy hair, and captivating dark blue eyes approached. Starting from Madi, he eventually reached me, inquiring with a smirk, "And for the pretty lady?" I couldn't help but smile, ordering chicken Alfredo and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. He lingered for a moment, holding eye contact, then turned to Chris, "And for you?" Chris responded, "I'll have the same as the pretty lady."

Attention shifted to Chris, whose gaze turned icy as he glared at the waiter. Tension hung in the air until the waiter diffused it, leaving to bring our drinks. Embarrassed, I refocused on Chris. Nick sternly confronted him, "What is your problem?" Chris dismissed it, "the waiter should focus on his job rather than flirting". I scoffed, "As if you don't do the same when you work." Chris redirected his focus, "don't be jealous that at the shoot I-" "don't even Chris yo-", Nick cut me off, "can we not enjoy one fucking meal without an argument?". The table fell silent. The waiter returned with our drinks, I look at Chris, the same lips that were once all over me were now spitting insults at me.

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After settling the bill, we ventured into a separate area of the restaurant adorned with a bar, bathed in an ethereal glow of purple lights, creating an ambiance distinctly different from the main room. At the bar, surrounded by the enigmatic radiance, we all ordered our drinks – my choice being a vodka cranberry. Madi and I gravitated a bit further away, finding a secluded spot to sip on our drinks.

"What. happened back there? with Chris?" Madi asks me. Contemplating whether to tell her about last night's events, I decided it was time for confession and advice. Summoning courage, I spoke, "I need to tell you something." She nodded expectantly. Bracing myself, I began, "Last night I-" but before I could continue, a voice interrupted us, "can I have a word?" – Chris, the source of turmoil. Madi excused herself, leaving me to confront Chris once again.

"What do you want?" I sighed, finding myself once again in the orbit of Chris. He licked his lips for a second before speaking up, "Need to talk to you," his eyes unapologetically tracing the contours of my top, fixating on the slivers of skin beneath the lace. "Go on," I said, reining in my irritation, urging him to proceed. He inched closer, and I maintained my composure.

"I didn't like that whole waiter situation earlier," he said in a hushed tone. I scoffed, a near-laugh escaping me, "Are you serious? How is a guy flirting with me my fault?" I furrowed my eyebrows, challenging his perspective. He shrugged, "Just tryna help you see what’s best for you." I tilted my head, inquiring, "And what's that?" He smirked ever so slightly, "Someone who could actually satisfy you." My jaw almost dropped at the audacity of his statement. What the fuck.

In a moment of silence, I avert my gaze, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Chris commands. Meeting his eyes, he smirks again. "Chris," I practically whisper. Leaning even closer, he taunts, "Bet he couldn't even make you cum." My jaw drops at his audacity. "Shut up," I mumble, looking away. "Hm?" he hums mockingly, "What, have you never had an orgasm before?" He chuckles, and I glance to the side. His face lights up with a shit eating grin, "Holy shit, you've never came?" He laughs at my expense. Fed up, I shove his chest, muttering, "Shut the fuck up." His amusement only intensifies.

"What, have you never been fucked senseless before?" Chris leans down, his hot breath sending shivers down the back of my neck. "Had this boyfriend… but I was a bottom… and so was he." I confess, my face turning beet red. Chris bites his lip, snatching my drink from the bar counter and downing it before placing it back. He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and leans into my ear "Well, if you wanna cum so hard you can't walk the next day, you know where to find me."

My stomach does flips as he walks away, leaving me bewildered and alone, a disorienting echo of the previous night. What the fuck.

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; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲)

— from avatar 2 : the way of the water (spoiler free!!)

˚｡ 𖠗 as a sweet gesture, you offered to dry neteyam’s hair after a long journey in the sea. in the end, your kindness was rewarded with a salty kiss.

contents. f! reader, the reader is matkayina + eldest child of ronal and tonowari, mentions of matkayina features to describe the reader, no use of y/n, mild profanity, friends → lovers, descriptive kissing scene, all fluff + wc. 2.0k

notes. i loved avatar 2 and developed the fattest crush on lo’ak and neteyam, so i had to come in clutch and write a fanfic of my fav sully ! this is also my first ever fanfic that i’ve ever published, i got too excited to post so it isn’t fully proofread, but i really hope you guys enjoy <3

The sun was setting up for its rest. The glistening rocks were engulfed by the salty water, leaving residues of foam like the sea had left its mark on the land. Orange reflected off the waves— a beautiful sight to see. Though the ocean was a serene sanctuary for the Matkayina people, you had also come accustomed to its down sides. The tangy smell of ocean life clung stubbornly into the locks of your hair as you rose from the depths of an aquatic galore. In an effort to clean yourself, you ringed out the salty water that was nestled in your hair— causing a gush of water to fall beside you.

“Shit,” you cursed to yourself, shaking off the droplets that shedded from your greenish skin.

Not long before, the others had caught up with you, witnessing the disgusted features that permeated into your usual neutral face. Ao’nung couldn’t help but crack a smile, leaning over to whisper a joke to Rotxo— who suppressed a laugh. Your blue eyes suddenly shifted towards your troublesome siblings, rendering them completely silent and stiff. Now it was Tsireya’s turn to laugh, graciously walking over to your struggling form and running her delicate fingers through your salty locks.

“Big sister, you seem as if you hate the sea,” Tsireya teased as she latched more firmly onto your hair, more water spilling out. “Though you are our village’s best swimmer.”

Glancing towards your other side, you see the newcomers studying your frustrated movements and seemingly, anticipating your response. They noticed your blue eyes staring at them. The younger one, Lo’ak, shuffled a bit in the water and averted his eyes onto the boring sand beneath his feet to the orange clouds that casted above him. His older brother Neteyam, didn’t seize away from your gaze. Instead, he sneakily elbowed his brother from his poor attempt to act uninterested— earning an annoyed groan from Lo’ak. His eyes still on you throughout the whole scene. You couldn’t help but snicker a bit, deciding it’s best to give out some information about yourself to feed the curiosity of your new friends, especially for Neteyam.

“I do not hate the sea Tsireya,” You noted the perk of Neteyam’s pointed ears when you said that. “The water weighs down on your hair throughout the day and… the smell never goes away.”

Your words seemed to have sparked something within them, prompting the others to smell their own hair. From today’s adventure through the mounds of aquatic life, this would inevitably leave a strong scent of fish must— meaning smelly skin and hair. The forest people were expressive with their distaste. Lo’ak was the first to gag loudly, not used to the familiarity of the ocean. Neteyam, out of respect for the ocean, didn’t utter a word but the slight grimace that formed on his face said it all. Your siblings, very much used to the ocean, simply nodded in agreement, leaving everybody to ring out their own hair as more salty water was being released back into the ocean.

Neteyam silently dried out his dark braids away from the others. His movements were mediocre and it seemed as if his struggling efforts did nothing to solve his problem. Neteyam noticed your stare when his intense yellow eyes locked onto yours. It felt like the world stopped for a moment as if the both of you were silently communicating with one another. Then the sound of splashing waves became more distracting, forcing the both of you to return to your senses. Neteyam suddenly danced his long fingers through the air, signing to you. It seems that the sign language lessons you taught were actually helping the forest people.

Can you help me please? His lips moved along with his silent words, trying to memorize the language.

You shyly grinned towards him, signing back in response as you dragged your strong legs across the shallow waves. The soft sand beneath your feet tickled as you became closer to Neteyam’s presence. It strangely felt warm and welcoming. Finally, you stood beside the taller male, having to look up slightly in order to directly meet his eyes again. Intently, Neteyam looked down at you with a foreign softness— something you never saw from him before. It left you feeling a bit flustered.

“May I?” You faintly spoke, gesturing towards his neatly braided locks, reaching out slightly but hesitating to get any closer.

Neteyam only nodded, turning over to give you a clear view of his glistening back and completely soaked hair. Your eyes couldn’t help but admire his toned muscles, showing the remnants of his hard work and dedication as a warrior. His queue floated against the waves— you weren’t sure whether or not to dry that also but for now, you left it alone. Like Tsireya’s delicate fingers, you glided your own against his tight braids, pressing them until the squelch of water was heard. Neteyam hummed in satisfaction, though with his back facing you, his expression was completely unreadable. You repeated this motion for a few more seconds, the sounds of chatter and each other’s breathing filled the silence between you two.

“Thank you for helping me,” Neteyam was the first to speak up, his voice much more calm from his previous stern tone towards his brother Lo’ak.

“Of course, and I've seen that your sign language has improved from our last lesson,” There was a smile on your face as you recalled the fond memories of your one-on-one lessons.

You remember when Neteyam would struggle to form his words together without an awkward pause in between. How his fingers never bent properly that would completely change the meaning of its words. At times, you had to step in and tangle your soft fingers into his much rougher ones, articulating the correct words without having to verbally explain it again. Now, Neteyam could form small sentences a lot more fluently and it made you swell up with pride.

“It's because you’re a good mentor,” His voice lowered a bit as he said that, hints of teasing but also genuine gratitude.

You smirked a bit as you looked up towards where his eyes would be, wishing he was facing you. What did his face look like right now? Smug? Maybe even timid?

“Well I'm glad you’re learning our ways,” You replied in a neutral tone, trying to keep your composure as the upcoming successor as the tsahík of your village.

Twisting his braids in one swift motion, a surge of water fell against his stripped back— his hair completely rid of the rank odor and heaviness of the ocean water. Gently tapping his shoulder, Neteyam turned to face you. You swore his ears perked up a bit when he gazed at your lips for a second. Out of old habit, you fiddled with the colorful pearls and shimmering shells of your tiny garment. His features were similar to his mother’s, long dark lashes and a perfectly sculpted face. Neteyam’s eyes never shied away from you, regarding you with utter confidence but also a hint of uncertainty.

He slowly shifted closer and asked, “Maybe next time you could teach me how to swim as fast as you?”

To close the distance even more, you stepped closer to him, burying the sand over your feet in anticipation for what’s to come from Neteyam’s bold request. The water reflected the purple and blue blotches from the night sky, specks of silver shined brightly matched Neteyam’s white freckles. From the relentless teasing from the others, to the undeniable tension between you and the forest-born Na’vi— you wanted to finally take the initiative without waiting around.

“What if we make it a date as well?” Your voice was like silk to Neteyam, it made him shudder a bit.

Neteyam always dripped of composure and confidence. But when it came to you, he couldn’t help but feel like his trained limbs turned into a pool of putty. There was an alluring aura that you emitted. The way you held your head high in tough situations to the way you can make anybody laugh until they ran out of breath. You were also as skilled as him— maybe even more from all the adventurous stories you would share with him when you came by his marui. He was also one to stray away from anything distracting, whether it be Lo’ak and Spider bringing up the topic of girls or Kiri mentioning that someday he will meet his lifetime mate. All distractions, he told himself that. Now, in this moment on the calming shore, with you covered in the prettiest seashells and holding a gorgeous smile on your green face— Neteyam realizes that he needs to loosen up a little. A date sounded nice, especially with you.

“Sounds like a deal,” Neteyam dipped his head a bit, regarding you with a boyish grin.

His white fangs were in full display, making your heart swell in joy. Without second thought, you pressed a soft kiss against his warm cheek, catching Neteyam completely off guard.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow then,” You sweetly whispered against his cheek, brushing your hand against the kiss mark as you turned towards the village.

But before you could take another strong stride, a powerful tug on your wrist forced you to be tucked into the warmth of Neteyam’s chest— your face squished against his striated skin. He pulled you away and with quivering lips, he leaned down to press a tender kiss onto your own balmy ones. Instantly, you melted into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his small waist to bring him closer. Neteyam’s large hand was nestled into the locks of your hair, pressing your face even more closer. His lips tasted like the ocean, salty and bitter. Both of your lips shyly moved in sync with one another, slightly sloppy due to both of your inexperience. You and Neteyam pulled away at the same time, slightly panting from the lack of oxygen. Neteyam rested his forehead against yours, the smile he had before never left his face.

“Hey, don’t leave without me,” His voice sounded so gentle and his breath felt nice against your face. “I’ll walk you back to your marui, okay?”

Still a little dazed from the kiss, you nodded in reply. Neteyam pulled away and held out his warm hand, which you gladly took. He led the both of you out the shore, back to the village that was still full of life and lit with colorful lanterns. You found the others lounging by the wooden pier, covered in fluffy fabric that helped dry out their wet hair and damp skin. Tsireya waved at the both of you, two pieces of fabric clutched in her hand, seemingly for you and Neteyam. Your younger brothers and Lo’ak regarded the both of you with sly smiles and kissy faces, laughter bubbled within the group that ultimately earned them a complaint from a nearby family resting in their marui.

“Skxawngs,” Neteyam shakes his head in annoyance, but there was a small smile that crept onto his face.

You could only chuckle at their childlike behavior, squeezing Neteyam’s hand a little more tighter as you guided him towards the pier— making sure both of your younger siblings don’t stir any more trouble before you could finally return back home.

“Next time, you’ll dry my hair,” A gust of the nightly wind adorned your beautiful locks of hair, somehow he couldn’t wait to help you with that offer.

“Of course,” His heart began to pump even faster. Neteyam never felt genuinely happy ever since his family took refuge in Awa’altu, but he did now.

A much larger crowd had formed around the pier, breaking the grossly romantic trance between the two of you. Still hand-in-hand, you guys rushed through the swarm of tall bodies to retrieve your younger siblings, lecturing them on the way home. Neteyam sighed in contempt. He hoped they wouldn’t ruin his date with you.

© 2022 keisobe – please do not copy any of my writing and repost or translate to other sites.

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[fu66sun]

telepath; 이동혁

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on a chilly autumn evening, the library was the spot for a silent but intense standoff between you and haechan as you tried to study for your looming midterm exam. the library's vibe was peaceful, filled with the subtle rustling of pages and the occasional whispered conversations.

discontentment had been building within you, making you irritable. your hair was unruly, your clothes felt uncomfortable, and even the sound of haechan's breathing was enough to make your blood boil.

haechan, could you please keep your music down? i'm trying to focus here—you whispered, irritation evident.

haechan was not in the best of moods either, whether due to your presence or his ongoing struggle with a particularly vexing problem. he shot back — what's your problem, y/n? i can't study in complete silence. and don't tell me you've never heard of headphones.

you continued in a hushed tone

—haechan, i don't mind if you listen to music, but your taste is atrocious, and it's loud enough for the entire library to hear. have some consideration for others.

haechan's patience was wearing thin, and your talent for getting under his skin was apparent. — my taste is atrocious? that's rich coming from someone who probably listens to elevator music and taylor swift.

—you know, haechan, elevator music is more sophisticated than whatever noise you're playing. this is a library, not your personal concert hall. besides, dude, what does taylor has to do with any of this?

a smirk played on haechan's lips as he added with a hint of sarcasm —oh, i'm sorry, i didn't realize you owned the place. maybe you should run for library monitor of the year, y/n.

the tension in the library escalated, and with renjun nowhere in sight to mediate, you raised your voice at him.

—that's not the point, haechan! the point is, you're being disruptive, and it's making it impossible for me to study. you're impossible, haechan! this is why i can't stand you. you're always so inconsiderate and arrogant!

haechan, not one to back down from a challenge, responded with equal fervor— and you're so uptight and bossy! you act like you own the place.

the library's hushed atmosphere had been disturbed by the verbal showdown between you and haechan. your personalities clashed like two storms, temporarily sidelining your study session and adding a touch of drama to an otherwise quiet, book-filled setting.

when renjun finally made his entrance into the library, it was like a scene straight out of a cartoon. you know, the kind where the hero comes in to save the day. and believe me, you needed some saving.

he just strolled in like he owned the place, as if he hadn't noticed the boiling tension that was about to reach its climax between you and haechan.

but here's the thing, renjun might have looked chill on the outside, but you could see it in his eyes - he knew something was up. he took a quick scan of the room, and his gaze landed on you, locked in a fiery verbal duel with haechan. it was like he had walked into the lion's den, and boy, did he always have a front-row seat to the show.

now, you've got to understand, the library was supposed to be this sanctuary of silence and concentration. but with you and haechan going at it, it felt more like a battlefield. your voices clashed with the hushed whispers of the other students, and the tension was so thick you could practically cut it with a knife.

renjun broke the silence. — hey, what's going on, guys? — he asked, his eyes bouncing back and forth between you and haechan. it was like he had a sixth sense for detecting conflict when it came to you and decided to intervene before things got out of hand.

you were the first to spill the beans.— haechan and i were just, you know, having a disagreement about his music. it's just too loud, and he doesn't seem to care.

haechan's face shifted from annoyed to more neutral as he responded — yeah, and y/n here thinks she's the queen of the library, telling everyone what to do.

it was like renjun had waved a magic wand or something because suddenly, the argument cooled down. haechan reluctantly agreed to turn down the music, and you gave a little nod, agreeing to wear headphones. renjun had brought some much-needed zen into the room.

with the music at a more tolerable level, renjun took a seat at your table, and you got back to studying. the library got back to being quiet, just the usual soft sounds of flipping pages and whispers.

in the days following your heated argument in the library, you couldn't help but stew over your frustration with haechan. the clash over something as seemingly trivial as his music had escalated into a bitter argument that had left you seething. it was a constant reminder of your conflicting personalities and how much you disliked haechan's behavior.

as you sat in a quiet corner of the campus courtyard, you couldn't hold back your feelings any longer.

renjun — you began, a note of exasperation in your voice—i've been thinking about our little trio with haechan. to be honest, i don't understand why we even hang out with him. i mean, he's impossible. i don't even consider him a friend, and... i think i might even hate his stupid guts.

renjun looked at you with a mixture of surprise and concern.

—hate is a strong word, y/n. why do you feel this way?

you leaned in, frustration evident.

— it's not just that one library incident. it's everything about him. it's the debates, it's the constant need to comment on everything i do or don't do. he's so inconsiderate and arrogant. he's constantly pushing my buttons, and I can't stand it. I thought college would be a fresh start, a chance to meet people who are different, but I never expected someone like haechan.

—i get it, y/n. haechan can be a handful, and he's definitely not everyone's cup of tea. but, he has his good sides too, you know?

haechan's expression hardened at renjun's sudden interest in the topic—hate, huh? well, i can't say i'm a big fan of her either.

renjun was taken aback by haechan's response.

—what do you mean, you're not a fan of her?

haechan sighed, leaning back in his chair.

—i don't know, renjun. there's just something about her that really pisses me off. she's so uptight and bossy. it's like she thinks she owns the place. i don't doubt that she's a good friend to you. but I can't stand the way she tries to control everything and act like she's better than everyone else. it's like she's always looking for reasons to argue with me.

now that you and haechan knew how much you hated each other, things seemed to cool down a bit. you didn't want anything to do with him an neither did you. at least the rest of your first semester was a little bit calmer. yes, you did hang out with each other, but never exchanged words, or looks, or anything at all.

you were now, simply, classmates.

at the beginning of the second semester, haechan would be assigned a new roommate, chenle. it was safe to say that you were initially skeptical about how this would pan out.

the three of you already knew chenle because he was in some of your previous classes. you'd exchanged several conversations and were no strangers to one another. that's why you couldn't help but wonder if their personalities would clash, much like yours and haechan's had in the past.

but, over time, something surprising happened. you noticed that haechan and chenle began to bond over shared interests. and they even shared their experiences going to the same stupid high school.

surprised by the seemingly quick development of their friendship, you and renjun decided to give it a chance. and slowly but surely, chenle was almost all the time with the both you.

chenle had a naturally partying persona. he would always brag about this bar near campus, insistin that the four of you should go. and most of the time he would end up convincing haechan, but never renjun or you.

however that would change now that the school was closing down for winter vacations and everyone had to go home for the holidays.

taglist yayy: @sunflowerhae @sundamariis @yesohhsehun @hcheach <3<3<3<3 hope this meets your expectations ahhh

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[vilentia]

okay i have another request. you know that one scene where daryl and beth are in the house with the moonshine? i was thinking something where the reader left the prison with them because she wouldn’t leave daryl and when there’re playing never have i ever. the reader is sitting next to daryl and when he gets annoyed with the thing beth said and flipped out reader tries to calm him down. then when they go outside and he starts screaming at both of them about never seeing their friends again, that’s when daryl starts crying then reader hugs him saying stuff like “it’s not your fault” and “i’m sorry” he he’s holding on to her for dear life and beth backs away to give them some space.

sorry it’s so long 😅 make any changes you need if you’re not comfortable with something 😌

Solace Amidst Chaos

Daryl Dixon x reader

I finally got around to writing something about this. I've wanted to do this for so long, but every time I started, I had writer's block. I hope you like it.

You find yourself sitting next to Daryl in the dimly lit house, its walls whispering stories of a life once lived. The faint scent of dampness lingers in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the moonshine they had discovered. Outside, the night is shrouded in darkness, a constant reminder of the world overrun by relentless walkers. Despite the eerie ambiance, you couldn't bear to leave Daryl's side, even in the midst of the chaos they've been through.

As the game of "Never Have I Ever" unfolds, the tension between Daryl and Beth gradually rises like an approaching storm. Each statement carries an underlying weight, an unspoken reminder of the losses they've endured. You watch as their gazes lock, filled with unspoken emotions and the weight of shared trauma. It's in that moment you sense Daryl's rising anger, like a fire building within him.

Beth looks at Daryl, her eyes filled with hurt, her voice trembling slightly. "Never have I ever lost two boyfriends and not shed a tear."

Daryl's face contorts with annoyance, his brow furrowing as he tries to keep his emotions in check. The harsh words slip past his lips, tinged with bitterness and pain. "Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends, you can't even shed a tear. Your whole family's gone, all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch."

Beth's expression shifts from hurt to anger, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She clenches her fists, her voice trembling with indignation. "Screw you. You don't get it."

The room falls into a heavy silence as the weight of their losses hangs in the air, suffocating the space around them. Daryl's frustration becomes palpable, his voice growing louder with each word.

"No, you don't get it! Everyone we know is dead!" Daryl's voice echoes through the house, his anger reverberating in the emptiness around them.

Feeling the tension escalating, you instinctively reach out, your touch grounding and steady as you place a firm but gentle hand on Daryl's arm. The warmth of your presence radiates, a lifeline in the midst of the emotional maelstrom. "Daryl, calm down," you say firmly, your voice filled with determination. "I understand you're angry and hurt, but this won't help anyone."

Daryl's gaze shifts, his eyes meeting yours, searching for solace and understanding amidst the turmoil within him. His frustration gives way to a mix of vulnerability and exhaustion. "You don't understand," he mutters, his voice strained. "I can't stand the thought of never seeing our friends again. Maybe if I had done something different..."

Your heart breaks for Daryl as you step closer, enveloping him in a comforting embrace. The weight of his anguish is palpable, and you offer him a safe haven, a sanctuary amidst the chaos. "Daryl, listen to me," you say, your voice filled with empathy. "You did everything you could. None of this is your fault. We're all grappling with loss, and it's natural to feel angry and guilty. But we can't let it consume us. We have to keep fighting, for ourselves and for those we've lost."

Daryl's body initially tenses, his grip tight on your shoulders, but gradually, you feel him begin to relax, his anger subsiding. He leans into your embrace, allowing himself to be vulnerable, finding solace in your presence. You run your fingers through his hair, gently soothing him, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion.

You hold him tighter, offering him reassurance and comfort. "It's not your fault, Daryl," you assure him, your voice a soft balm against his pain. "You're strong, and we'll get through this together. Lean on me when you need to. I'm here for you."

Daryl's grip on you tightens, as if he's holding on for dear life. Tears stream down his cheeks, and you gently wipe them away with your thumb, offering a tender and understanding gaze. "You don't have to face this alone," you whisper, your voice filled with love and compassion. "I'm right here with you, and I'll always be."

Beth, sensing the depth of the moment, takes a step back, giving you and Daryl the space you need. She understands the significance of your connection and respects the intimacy of the moment. The three of you may be bound by survival, but in this moment, it's just you and Daryl, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms.

In the tearful embrace, you offer Daryl a haven amidst the turmoil, assuring him that he's not alone. Together, you'll navigate the trials of this harsh world, finding strength in each other and cherishing the moments of vulnerability that deepen your bond.

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[verona2314]

Judgment of the Damned (translation) PART IX

Link Part VIII

Summary:

In the realm of Limbo, where souls deemed too good for Hell but not virtuous enough for Heaven reside, Victoria finds herself thrust into an unprecedented mission. When a notorious sinner, Sir Pentious, achieves redemption and ascends to Heaven, it sends shockwaves through all realms. Tasked with unraveling this mystery, Victoria, a minor judge of souls, is sent to the infamous Hazbin Hotel in Hell. For the first time, an emissary from Limbo steps foot into the fiery depths, tasked with observing and judging the denizens of Hell for their potential for redemption. As Victoria navigates this unfamiliar territory, she captures the unrequired attention of the enigmatic Radio Demon, Alastor. Amidst the chaos of demonic antics and the pursuit of understanding redemption, Victoria must confront her own beliefs and judgments. As she delves deeper into the secrets of the Hazbin Hotel, Victoria uncovers hidden truths about sinners, redemption, and the ultimate fate of souls caught between damnation and salvation. With each soul she encounters, Victoria's journey becomes not only a quest for answers but a personal voyage of self-discovery in the heart of darkness.

Chapter 9: common sense

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Seilmon

Being a supreme judge wasn't easy. Much less being the president of the 5. Nor was it possible for him to know how many years he had been in that position, as his first days seemed very distant. After all, they had been created for this position. Maintaining balance and peace meant being indifferent to any sympathy. It meant making sacrifices and making tough decisions. Unfortunately, they were not exempt from making mistakes as many believed. He more than anyone knew that.

Despite this heavy burden on his shoulders, he had always maintained a youthful attitude and a very marked sense of humor that some described as childish. He also greatly enjoyed observing the events that unfolded in the different domains and predicting the various outcomes. It was much better than any soap opera!

That's why right now, in the sanctuary of his office and through a large crystal sphere, he attentively watched the journey of the esteemed minor judge, Victoria. So many things had happened in just two days! Unfortunately, his enjoyment was hindered by the arrival of one of his colleagues.

"Good day, Seilmon," Myram greeted him as he entered his office with his characteristic tough and serious voice.

"Myram!" he responded enthusiastically. "You've come at a great time. Look at this."

The supreme judge approached the transparent sphere and his serious expression was replaced by a look of complete surprise.

"Is that Victoria?" Myram said incredulously and a little annoyed. "Why on earth is she fighting with a sinner in the street?" His colleague watched the scene closely and grimaced when the junior judge took a blow to the face.

"And this is just the replay," Seilmon recounted as he changed the image in the sphere with subtle movements of his hands. "She's already displayed her powers in front of several witnesses. It's only a matter of time before her identity is revealed," Seilmon added with enthusiasm.

"WHAT?" his colleague responded furiously. "It hasn't even been a week."

"I know, and they've already tried to hurt her. I must admit, that was creative but very dramatic for my taste."

"How?!" Myram spoke again, trying to maintain composure.

"Oh well, they dropped a chandelier on her. Come on, Myram. Don't be dramatic. That wouldn't have killed her. It could have just left her injured. Besides, in the worst-case scenario, she would reappear here in Limbo again. Yes, sending her back to hell would be troublesome, involving a lot of paperwork and energy, but it's manageable."

"Seilmon," the woman spoke with contained frustration, furrowing her brow and placing a hand on her temple, "why would someone want to drop a chandelier on her? Who would want to harm her?"

"Oh, well. That little attempt wasn't specifically for her. That was a message for me, for all of us," he replied this time with a bit more seriousness, still keeping an eye on the sphere.

"This implies that someone already knows about the investigation into redemption, that we have one of our minor judges there. And they don't like it. It must be heaven."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Myram," he pointed out with a laugh. "There are several interests at play here. Believe me, making redemption a mass thing doesn't just affect heaven. The pieces are on the board. We just have to wait for this to unfold."

"What? Are you just going to sit there and do nothing? I knew this was a bad idea, Seilmon. I never agreed to send Victoria there, let alone with redemption, and you know that. However, I allowed you this whim under the condition that nothing happened to that girl," his colleague said seriously.

"Nothing is going to happen to her!" he assured her. "In fact, even an overlord is watching her very closely. Just watch as he carries her back to the hotel. Isn't it amazing? Fascinating."

"You call that carrying someone? But he's carrying her under one arm as if... as if she were a rolled-up rug... Are you sure that's Victoria? I can't see her face because she's covered by... a coat?" the supreme judge questioned incredulously.

"Yes, it 's her. Eh… Well, it's true that it's not the most delicate way to carry someone but... come on, he could have just left her there," he pointed out, shrugging.

"Is this a joke?" Myram responded, noticeably angry. "Seilmon. Have you already forgotten what happened with Aody and Dagmar? I don't want history to repeat itself. I refuse. I don't care if you and Débora want to live in the clouds with your fanciful vision of redemption. I won't allow something like that to happen again, no matter the cost."

"Myram..." Seilmon sighed with a hint of weariness. "I hear a lot of anger and resentment in your voice."

"And are you surprised? THEY'RE DEAD, Seilmon, DEAD! Don't you care?" Myram exclaimed without restraint.

"Myram, of course I care. I mourn for them as much as you do. But don't you also lament the death of the infernal involved?" he said with pain in his voice, trying to calm her down.

"Don't fuck with me!" the supreme judge exclaimed, walking angrily towards him and pointing a finger. "That bastard got what he deserved. He brought it upon himself. No. That wretch is not worthy of my compassion. He's the guilty one. You're the pathetic ones who prefer to forgive and forget rather than demand justice for Aody and Dagmar. Hell never answered for their deaths, their murders!"

"The Limbo didn't answer for what happened either. Besides, hell suffered many losses too. Myram, I've always admired your passion and thirst for justice, but you must learn that things aren't always so simple."

"That the Limbo didn't answer? From that day on, we became nothing, decorative figures. We lost everything."

"Myram," he sighed again, "Look, I promise you nothing will happen to Victoria. Do you hold her in esteem because you share that passionate temperament?"

"No," the supreme judge replied, turning her back. "She's much cooler-headed than me. But she's the only one who has the balls to tell me when I'm wrong. Besides, she's one of the special ones."

"I see," he responded, looking back at the crystal sphere. "I suppose she is indeed a peculiar soul," he whispered with a slight laugh.

"What did you mean when you said heaven isn't the only one affected by redemption?" his colleague questioned, pausing at the door.

"It's true that heaven doesn't have the best opinion of sinners and most don't even want to think about having them treading on their clean floors, even redeemed," he pointed out without taking his eyes off the sphere. "But also imagine what would happen to hell if suddenly their number of inhabitants significantly decreased. On the other hand, what incentive would sinners have to celebrate contracts if they could eventually ascend to heaven? Who would they sell drugs to? What would happen to the demand for weapons? And don't think that the Limbo is exempt from all this. Like you, there are several judges who don't believe in redemption. This could eventually lead to a segregation of beliefs which could lead us to serious conflicts. If we're not careful... I think you understand my point."

"So you suspect hell," the supreme judge concluded.

"Oh no, Myram," he replied, laughing. "I suspect everyone."

Vaggie

"Alright. I hope you're all ready to start the search. Angel, you're taking zone A with Husk," Vaggie said, pointing at a map covered in markings hanging on a wall in the hotel's entrance hall. "Charlie and I will go to zone B. Niffty, you'll stay here in case we have any news about the judge. Remember, if any of you find any sign of her whereabouts, you must immediately notify the other group through the walkie-talkies I'll give you," she continued, speaking with a firm and authoritative voice. "The most important thing in all of this is to remain unnoticed. We don't want to attract attention, and especially..." Her speech was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the main door slamming open. Vaggie immediately noticed the radio demon standing there, carrying the unconscious judge under one arm.

"Victoria!" Charlie exclaimed upon seeing the scene. "Alastor, what happened? We saw all the commotion caused by her honor on the news."

"Yeah, we're all wondering the same thing," Angel added, crossing two of his multiple arms. "I mean, what the hell, Alastor? Weren't you supposed to take care of her honor?"

"Is she unconscious?" Husk pointed out. "Ugh, I don't want to get more involved in this shit. This is bad."

"Oh come on, guys. The important thing is that they are here now," Charlie intervened. "We need to tend to the judge, and then Alastor will explain what happened. He must have an excellent reason for all of this. Is that a cardinal in her honor's eye?"

Vaggie narrowed her eyes, judging Alastor with suspicion. She suspected that all of this was part of some twisted plan on the radio demon. She couldn't see how revealing Victoria's identity could benefit him, but there was definitely a hidden motive. At that moment, Vaggie noticed a slight movement behind the tall demon. She took Charlie by the wrist and placed her protectively behind her. "Who's with you, Alastor?" she scrutinized with distrust. The radio demon looked at her with a certain degree of confusion, tilting his head.

"With me? Oh! I had forgotten about this insignificant individual," Alastor exclaimed, stepping aside to reveal a frail sinner. "Perhaps he can give you more details of what happened while I take Victoria to her room. As you can see, her honor is exhausted," he said, entering the hotel without paying much attention to the others, taking the judge with him.

Vaggie observed the boy. He didn't look older than 15, but his soul could have been in hell for centuries. He was thin, and his eyes nervously scanned the surroundings. His face seemed swollen, and there was dried blood under his nose. She didn't like him. Not because of his appearance, but simply because he had arrived with Alastor. The most important thing was not to let this stranger in under any circumstances without first having more information.

"And who's that?" Angel whispered. "He definitely took a beating."

"Hi!" Charlie greeted enthusiastically, walking towards the boy. "My name is Charlie. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Why don't you come in, get comfortable, and tell us everything! Um, what's your name?"

Vaggie sighed resignedly. It was complicated to maintain the security of the establishment with her girlfriend's friendly personality. But she couldn't complain; after all, that's exactly why she loved her. Without lowering her guard, the former exterminator watched the boy enter the hotel. She was ready for anything.

"Thank you," the sinner finally responded. "My name is Adrian."

"What's your relationship with Alastor?" Vaggie asked immediately. She needed to gather information about this boy before the others could take over the conversation.

"N-None. I just helped him bring the lady here," the so-called Adrian replied, showing the palms of his hands. "I had the feeling that guy knew her and cared about her, and I wanted her to be okay, so I offered to help. But then he started getting threatening and creepy with me, and I began to doubt his intentions. But he mentioned the Hazbin Hotel, and the lady had also mentioned that name, and she defended me against Fred, so I wanted to do something, and... and... then he carried her with no delicacy, and I got upset, and he growled at me, and... and then he put on that horrible face again, and... and I..."

"What? Hold on a second, I'm not understanding anything," Vaggie said, relaxing a bit. This boy didn't seem dangerous; he even seemed pitiful. She crossed her arms and changed her expression to a friendlier one. "Take a breath and start from the beginning."

"Hey, give the kid some space," Husk growled. "It's obvious he's a bit scared. And I don't blame him."

"Don't worry, Adrian. You're safe with us," Charlie smiled. "You can relax now. We'll all make sure you're in a calm and relaxed environment."

"CHARLIE!" someone shouted. Vaggie turned her gaze towards the door just in time to see the king of hell entering with a concerned look on his face. Lucifer wasted no time and immediately went to his daughter, taking her by the shoulders. "Are you hurt? No? What a relief! Have you received any visits from Limbo? Or any angels? Under no circumstances should you open the door to any strangers!"

"Dad," the princess nervously laughed. "I'm fine. What brings about this visit?"

"Well, you see," Lucifer began, clearing his throat. "I was busy with absolutely important and very important matters when I received a rather unsettling call from a good friend of mine. I mean... what the hell! The judge's presence was supposed to be kept secret! It hasn't even been a week, and the whole hell is speculating about the little show she put on."

"I... well, maybe it's not so bad," Charlie said, trying to calm her father.

"What? Charlie, you have no idea what you're talking about. How could you know? I don't want to deal with Limbo's people. You have no idea how severe they can be. I wanted the judge to stay with you at the hotel because you seem to have similar ideas; I thought she could support your project, but it was a bad idea. A terrible idea! I made a mistake."

"Dad," Charlie whispered, visibly hurt, looking down at the ground.

Vaggie held her girlfriend's hand. She had a feeling the conversation would take this turn. She didn't want to get involved in Charlie's personal matters with her father, but she couldn't just stand by and watch her princess's confidence be undermined by Lucifer's careless words. "Sir, uh... I don't want to intrude, but I don't think you're being fair to Charlie. She's doing her best. Yes, there was a small slip-up, but that doesn't mean you should lose all trust in her. Charlie is perfectly capable of handling this. She's not a naive child; she's a strong woman who isn't afraid to defy the odds and always manages to find an advantage in every situation."

"What?" the king of hell responded, a bit confused. "Of course I know all that. My daughter is the most wonderful creature in existence. And I trust her. My mistake was involving her in a delicate situation by getting her involved with Limbo."

"It sounded like you didn't have faith in her and her abilities. Like this situation was her fault," the former exterminator continued impulsively as she crossed her arms. It wasn't the most sensible thing to reproach your girlfriend's father, but at that moment, her priority was to support Charlie.

"Vaggie," the king of hell said, "I really appreciate what you're doing for my daughter. But I don't think you can fully grasp the risks involved in all of this. Charlie... none of this is your fault, and I know how amazing you are. I'm aware of your abilities. However, I don't want anything to happen to you. Just the thought of you ending up in a trial before them terrifies me." Lucifer gently caressed his daughter's cheek, letting out a sigh. "Moreover, there will be many who won't be happy with the judge's presence, which makes all of you a target as long as her honor remains in the hotel. That's why I think it's best for her to stay with me or return to Limbo."

"What? No!" the princess replied. "Dad, I haven't even had time to talk to her, to understand her ideals, to plan anything. Besides, as you mentioned, this is a great opportunity. We can't give up now that we know redemption is possible. I know the situation doesn't look good, but I'm sure we can find some advantage. Perhaps if sinners know that there's someone from Limbo interested in redemption, without revealing yet that it's a reality, they might be more willing to take it seriously. Maybe we'll be a target for some, but we can also attract others with hope."

"Redemption?" Adrian interrupted. "Is the lady a judge from Limbo? Is redemption possible?"

"Oh, um," Charlie glanced nervously at the boy. "I meant to say that for the judge from Limbo, redemption does seem real and possible. That's why she's here! This hotel has the same goal. To help sinners ascend to heaven."

Adrian's face filled with excitement. It seemed he believed Charlie's words. "Well," the boy said, "if a judge from Limbo believes it's possible... and the princess of hell too, why not? I've only been here for a year, but it's been long enough to try anything to get out."

"And who's this?" Lucifer questioned, pointing to Adrian. "Have you finally decided to replace Deer Ears? This bellhop looks much nicer."

"No, Dad," Charlie replied. "This boy is Adrian. I think he helped bring the judge back. Alastor is still at the hotel. He must be tending to Victoria's wounds right now."

"What? Where?" Charlie's father inquired. "You can't leave the judge in that vulnerable state with a sinner. I'll go right away. What does that guy know about treating wounds?"

"They're probably in their room, Room 110 if I remember correctly," Vaggie responded, squeezing her girlfriend's hand to prevent her from getting into an argument with the king of hell while trying to defend the radio demon. Besides, she didn't feel at ease with the idea of Alastor being alone with the judge either. Vaggie had become much more suspicious and cautious of the radio host since Charlie had struck the deal with him. It was a matter that troubled her, yet she hadn't found the right moment to discuss it with her girlfriend, knowing that conversation wouldn't be pleasant. As she suspected, Alastor was an opportunistic and patient person who waited for Charlie's most vulnerable moment and fully took advantage of it.

Vaggie released the breath she had been holding as Lucifer left to fulfill his mission of checking on the judge's condition. The place filled with a deafening silence.

"Well, what now?" Angel asked.

"Can I say something?" Adrian said with a bit of shyness. "Could I give it a try?"

"What thing?" Angel replied. "I could get you something good, but I warn you, it won't come cheap."

"What? No, I don't mean that," the boy grumbled.

"I was just joking, kid," Angel laughed. "I don't mess with minors. Besides, I'm trying to be better and all that shit."

"I want to try that," Adrian exclaimed. "I want to try to be better, I want to give redemption a shot. The judge... she defended me against my boss, Fred. She got into a fight with him, for me. She saw something good in me and I want... I want to thank her for that."

"Ah, that explains why you look like shit. You got beaten pretty hard, didn't you?" Husk said with a half-smile. "Maybe I should teach you how to use those fists, kid."

"This is..." Charlie began, on the verge of tears. "It's just wonderful! Adrian, those words you said were so sweet. Of course, you can stay at the hotel in search of redemption. I think you're already on the right path."

Adrian smiled eagerly. "Then, I'll go get my things. I won't be long! Thank you so much," the boy said before rushing out the door.

"Vaggie, this is incredible. We have a new guest. We have to celebrate!" Charlie exclaimed, seizing the opportunity to also celebrate Sir Pentious's redemption.

"Wait, WHAT?" Angel shouted. "Sir Pentious is in heaven? That son of a bitch did it. And here I was feeling like shit for his death."

"Don't fuck with me," Husk said, dropping a beer bottle to the floor.

"Vaggie, didn't you tell them?" her girlfriend questioned.

"Well, I explained the whole situation, omitting some details," she responded nervously. Why was she worried? That information was supposed to be secret. "The judge was very clear about the consequences of revealing that."

"But they're our friends!" the blonde emphasized.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT," Angel continued, processing all of this. "Redemption is possible. Don't fuck with me, damn it. Then... why am I still here? I've done everything you told me, Charlie."

This was one of Vaggie's fears. The last thing she wanted was for her girlfriend to be bombarded with questions that nobody could answer. While Angel had shown progress, Vaggie wasn't sure if it was enough to achieve the same as Sir Pentious. "Angel, calm down, please," the ex-exterminator said softly. "I understand the confusion, but nobody really knows why it happened."

"Do I have to sacrifice myself to be free? Is that what it takes?" the porn star continued.

"That's not a guarantee of redemption. Don't even think about trying to do something like that, Angel. That's why the judge is here, to try to understand all of this," Vaggie explained, trying to calm things down.

"It really sucks that you didn't tell us that part," Husk interrupted. "I get that maybe that information was sensitive, but... Does Alastor know about it?"

"I... Yes. He was present at the meeting where all of this was discussed," Vaggie admitted sadly.

"Well, shit. Do you trust that bastard more than us?" Husk pointed out. "That explains why he's been so close to Victoria. Can't you see it? Imagine the business opportunity of offering redemption through a Limbo judge."

"Enough!" Vaggie finally exclaimed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I barely had time to process all of this, and I wasn't sure if I should tell you or not, considering that I had to respect Victoria's wishes. Alastor being in that meeting wasn't my decision either. I don't trust him either, but we gain nothing by making enemies. If Charlie trusts that radio host, then I'll support her. If Charlie believes that you guys are capable of keeping the secret, then I'll support her too. But I also didn't have the chance to discuss this with her."

"That's... true," her girlfriend added, lowering her gaze. "The important thing, guys, is that redemption is possible and there's evidence of it, but... revealing this fact is dangerous. You know me, you know this is my dream. But I also recognize that I have to be careful not to make a big mistake. Angel, I have no idea why you haven't ascended yet, but I'm sure you can do it. I have faith in you."

"Hmmmm, aaagh, fine," grumbled Angel. "I'm still upset but... thanks, Charlie. And Vaggie, I don't like that you left out something so important but whatever. I can understand you."

"This shit is just getting more complicated," Husk sighed. "At least it seems like nobody has found out yet that the judge is here. But we need to be prepared for when that moment comes. We don't know if we can trust that kid, Adrian. So, I recommend keeping that detail of redemption hidden. That information is valuable."

"Thank you, guys," Vaggie said, feeling relieved. It seemed like they could finally have some peace.

"Simply outrageous!" grumbled Lucifer, exiting the elevator. "That guy is... I hate him! Charlie, he can't stay in the hotel any longer."

"What happened?" his girlfriend asked, concerned.

"That bastard just won't... ugh, never mind. If it weren't for him 'helping' you with the hotel, I would've taught him a lesson by now. Charlie, never make a deal with that guy. I forbid it. If you do, I... I'll get very angry and do angry things, angrily."

"Oh, sure, Dad. You have nothing to worry about," Charlie replied, trying to stay calm and disguise her nervousness. "So, was the judge okay?"

"Huh? What?" Lucifer replied. "Oh, yes. Of course. She's still unconscious."

"We better go check on her, Charlie," Vaggie whispered to her girlfriend resignedly. It was clearly worrying that the judge was still asleep. But His Majesty seemed more concerned about his feud with Alastor than the well-being of his honor at the moment. Charlie nodded in agreement, perhaps she just had to accept that they wouldn't have moments of peace anymore.

Alastor

After laying the judge on her bed, he decided to use a handkerchief to clean the bloodstains on her face from the wound on her lip. This wasn't out of any loving gesture, far from it. Alastor felt it was convenient to improve the judge's appearance a bit to avoid greater reproaches for his carelessness. He hoped to somewhat lessen the seriousness of the situation. It was bad enough that Victoria had finger marks on her slender neck. For a moment, he wondered if the blood of limbo's celestials tasted the same as that of heaven's or if it was perhaps better. He pushed the thought from his mind. It was past noon, and he hadn't eaten anything; it was expected that he would feel hungry. At that moment, he regretted losing his purchase from the butcher's. He glanced at the unconscious woman. Why hadn't she woken up? Had she really suffered such a severe blow? It didn't seem to be the case. Perhaps the use of her power required a lot of energy.

No. He wasn't worried. He simply found it inconvenient that the judge hadn't woken up now that he owed her a favor after saving her from a complex situation. Losing consciousness in the middle of hell was a really bad idea. Besides, despite all the trouble the judge had caused him, he was willing to acknowledge that he somewhat enjoyed their conversations and that her presence made things less boring. Indeed, he didn't care about her as an individual, but rather as a source of entertainment. That must be the reason for his indignation at the aggression directed towards her. Right? On the other hand, he also respected her. She was an individual with a very sharp mind and, as he could appreciate, a very strong will. He wanted to know more about her. Why was she willing to go so far for a mere sinner? Did all limbo judges know self-defense? How could she be such a rational person but contradictorily passionate at the same time? Where did she get the courage to face a subject twice her size? And to think that he, at one point, tried to intimidate her with his towering height.

At that moment, he remembered how fierce the judge's eyes looked as she faced that vulgar individual. Now, that determined woman lay on a bed, pale and with barely perceptible breathing. She looked vulnerable and fragile, but he knew that wasn't the case. Alastor promised himself at that moment that he would never accept a bare-knuckle fight against her, as he would have a very hard time. He had to admit that Victoria, unlike him, was someone who faced things directly, without tricks, without hidden intentions. She knew perfectly when it was convenient to keep silent, but she wasn't afraid to express her opinions and openly fight for her convictions. It was something he admired about her.

Now, thanks to Adrian's words, Alastor was able to have a complete understanding of what had happened and learn something new about the judge, the knowledge she had about street dynamics and juvenile delinquents. He was surprised by how Victoria had handled the robbery situation. As she had pointed out at one point, she was tough yet compassionate. He would define her as fair. Why didn't he just admit it? Yes. He found the judge agreeable. It's not like it was the first time he had a good opinion of someone. He also thought highly of Rosie, although his friend didn't irritate him, didn't test his patience, didn't cause him trouble.

Very well, Bambi. Why are you still in the judge's room?" Lucifer interrupted. When had he entered?

"Who? Bambi?" He responded, dismissing it. But that question made him wonder the same... why was he still there? He had already fulfilled his duty of letting the judge rest.

"Are you waiting for her to wake up so you can play the savior and ask for a favor?" the King of Hell said mockingly. "Ha! No, no, no. That would be troublesome, and believe me, you don't want trouble with Limbo."

Alastor wasn't in the mood to listen to Lucifer's irritating comments, so he tried to remain calm as the King vented. "Should I feel honored because Your Majesty cares about me?" he responded.

"For you? No. But I'd prefer to avoid any trouble with them. Well, move aside," his majesty continued, walking towards the judge. At that moment, Alastor automatically took a step, blocking the King of Hell's path.

"Excuse me, but what do you plan to do with the judge?" he said, containing his irritation, leaning on his cane with both hands.

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it? I'm taking her from here to protect Charlie."

Alastor narrowed his eyes at this response. "Oh, of course. But tell me, how do you plan to do that? Wouldn't it be very difficult considering how short you are? I fear you might cause an accident if you try to carry her." Alastor wasn't simply going to let them take away his source of entertainment. No. His judge had to stay there. She was too strong a card to lose.

"What? How dare you? Look, Mister nobody, for the moment, I've tolerated your presence only because my daughter has a fondness for you. But it's not wise to test my patience. Especially when it comes to keeping my Charlie safe."

"Oh, but Your Majesty," he responded casually, leaning in a bit, "moving the judge now is not a good idea. Her condition seems delicate. A transfer could worsen it! That could upset Limbo, wouldn't it?"

"Well, of course her condition is delicate, duh. She used her judge's mandate. That consumes a lot of energy. Everyone knows that. Seems like you're not as clever," declared the King of Hell, crossing his arms.

Alastor contained his annoyance only because he saw an opportunity to extract more information from this conversation. Of course, Lucifer would have a lot of knowledge about these beings from Limbo. "Is that really common knowledge?" he asked innocently.

"Well, of course. And if it isn't, it's still logical. Ugh, damn it. She looks very pale," Lucifer responded, observing Victoria.

"That's why I insist, Your Majesty. It's better to leave her here for now. Besides, Charlie could really benefit from this person's presence."

"I already know that. But as her father, I know what's best for my daughter. Although maybe it's true that it's not a good idea right now," the king grumbled. "She must have used a very strong command to end up in this state. I've never heard of a Limbo celestial being so... messed up."

"Splendid! Then it's settled. The judge will stay here at least while she recovers. What a wise decision. Clearly, what you lack in height you make up for in brains," Alastor responded with enthusiasm, eager for Lucifer to leave as soon as possible.

"So, clearly that's why you shouldn't have much brains, huh? I doubt you have much space for your neurons with those antlers. You'd make an excellent tree. Have you considered it? Also, damn it, could you at least get rid of the blood stains from whoever you've massacred?" the fallen angel finished, pointing to Alastor's clothes. He still had bloodstains from when Victoria had coughed on him.

"This? You've misunderstood. I imagine being so close to the ground prevents you from having varied perspectives on things and reality. This blood, in fact, is from the esteemed judge," he defended himself.

"Ha! Don't even think about fooling me," the king replied, walking towards the door of the room. "Those blood stains are red. Everyone knows that Limbo celestials bleed silver. Even the minor judges."

"Are you sure about that, shorty? Sure you didn't miss something?" Alastor pretended not to believe him.

"That's enough! I promise you, Bambi, that next time I won't be so patient. Make it clear that I haven't torn you apart because I'm capable of reminding myself that you're just an inferior, weak being who doesn't deserve my time. But I won't hesitate to do it, even if it means abusing my power, if you continue to cross the line like that or if you dare to do something to Charlie. And just to be clear, I'll say it again: Limbo celestials' blood is silver, so that blood can't be from the judge," the king of hell finished, leaving the room in fury.

Alastor was left alone in the room with Victoria. This new information had left him perplexed. He knew with absolute certainty that the blood on his clothes was Victoria's. Even the handkerchief he used to clean the judge's lip had been dyed red. If her Honor was a minor judge from Limbo, why wasn't her blood silver? Alastor observed the woman, whose face was slowly regaining color.

"What are you supposed to be, Victoria? Why were you chosen for this task?" he wondered aloud as he walked towards her. "Oh, dear. When you open those eyes of yours, you won't escape my questions."

Alastor already knew which direction his steps should take from this point. It shouldn't be so difficult to gain her trust now that he had saved her by bringing her back to the hotel. It was the right time to start forging a friendship with her. He needed to get her to lower her walls and confide in him her worries. To see him as her great ally. Ah, but of course. It wouldn't be long before he started facing competition. Surely the most influential beings in hell were already doing their best to find out Victoria's whereabouts and offer their support. Many would want to monopolize her attention and distance her from him. It wasn't fair. He had seen her first, he had started this challenge of gaining her trust before everyone else. He had already declared her as his source of entertainment, as his trump card.

He couldn't help but emit a deep and slight laugh as he imagined the perplexed faces of these contenders when they encountered the judge's relentless will. She wasn't an easy person to manipulate. Not at all, and that's why this mission was so exciting, generating a certain desire for control in him. However, there always came a point where he questioned why, out of everyone, she intrigued him so much and why his instinct told him to keep her at arm's length. Why did he dedicate so much of his time to someone he barely knew? "It's just entertainment," he told himself firmly.

Alastor heard the door of the room open. Automatically, he moved away from the judge and diverted his gaze to the window.

"Alastor?" Charlie said, a little surprised. "Are you still here?"

"What? Seriously?" Vaggie added, entering the room with a box of bandages and other medical supplies. The former exterminator narrowed her eyes when she saw him.

"Well, of course," he shrugged. "Isn't it logical not to leave an unconscious person alone? I was waiting for you to arrive!" he exclaimed with enthusiasm. "However, I must say you took too long. I almost died of boredom. Well, I've wasted enough time today. See you."

Alastor didn't wait for any response and quickly left the room. Did the Morningstars have a hobby of interrogating him? What was so strange about staying with the judge while waiting for someone to attend to her injuries? "Damn it," he thought to himself as he walked down the hallway towards his radio station. For some strange reason, he felt nervous.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

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@slytherin4ever

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[spacenintendogs]

glad you're feeling better !!! for drawing requests i'd love to see some of your au stuff – i know this isnt very specific but maybe a scene/event you like to think about a lot? i just rly love ur au :D

what do you do when the backbones of your friend group nearly end their friendship?

tuffnut and fishlegs were friends before anyone else in the gang. as kids they lived a few doors down from each other & often ran into each other at a local playground. tuff's outgoing & curious nature helped fishlegs feel more confident in exploring & they could discover things together. fishlegs' sensitive & skittish nature drew tuffnut in & got tuff to slow down every so often. they have more opposite approaches when it comes to learning & as little kids, they just LOVE learning. fishlegs being quiet also helped tuff find someone to confide in, while tuff being louder helped fishlegs find someone who can teach him how to stand up for himself.

as they become friends with the rest of the gang (tuff already has ruff obv but!!) they find they have less in common than they thought & while they still care & hang out, it's no where near the same as when they were little. esp once they're teenagers.

by the time they're 14 they've basically become friends but wouldn't rlly hang out with each other alone or confide in the other.

tuff & ruff obv aren't the types to hold back in their comments towards the others & in the shows even make fun of fishlegs for his weight/tend to go off on side tangents that seem irrelevant to the topic at hand. this hurts & annoys fishlegs. fishlegs (as well as the others in the group) tend to get snippy & make snide comments abt the twins being stupid & brushing them off when they try to contribute. this hurts & annoys tuffnut, esp bc as they grow older, fishlegs gives off a "know-it-all" attitude.

they're both internally bitter & don't understand what changed between them from when they were kids. why they seen to have disdain towards each other. it reaches its breaking point when they're in college. it's not fishlegs who snaps, it's tuffnut.

fishlegs rolls his eyes at a comment tuffnut makes & it's the final straw. tuffnut just asks "do we have a problem?" and it opens a whole can of worms, esp bc it was in front of the entire gang & ends with tuffnut & fishlegs storming off (ruffnut hesitantly going with tuffnut out of pure shock of what just happened).

& now every time the gang hangs out or goes to work at the sanctuary & tuff & fishlegs are there, it's just tension. they give the silent treatment towards each other. the rest of the gang feel stuck bc they feel like they are being forced to pick sides & try their best in hanging out with everyone but maybe not having tuff or fishlegs there with each other & it's a hassle. hiccup & astrid try to get them to stop being stubborn & talk it out. snotlout is completely lost & can't help but make it abt how it's affecting him bc he doesn't know what else to do. ruffnut is supportive towards tuffnut, having heard him talk abt his frustrations with fishlegs for years at this point, but does try to push tuffnut to talk it out with fishlegs, too, albeit, not as hard as hiccup & astrid.

reconciliation only comes when tuffnut & fishlegs are scheduled to close the sanctuary together alone (not on purpose, it's just how everyone's schedules lined up & the rest of the gang dreaded that it could be the true final straw).

while closing, tuff sees barf and belch haven't moved since the afternoon when he arrived (& even since the morning when astrid & hiccup opened the sanctuary). he checks & sees the dragons haven't eaten or drank any water all day either. he panicks and gets the first person he can think of, which is fishlegs.

they both work together in discovering a few of the zipplebacks, including barf and belch, have come down with vorpentitis, due to a venomous vorpent getting into the pen. they quickly gather potatoes (the cure is known & had here, unlike book 4 of the httyd books... sorry for spoilers there lol). it's during this that they both feel regret & after everything has calmed that they apologize to each other, more calmly explain their sides of the story, and hug each other for the first time since they were kids.

they'll never go truly back to where they were as kids, they've crossed too many thresholds. too much has changed. but they can work on what they have now & it'll be equally as strong.

#thank u so much!! <33 i'm def feeling a lot better!! #dragons off the coast au #tuffnut thorston #fishlegs ingerman #httyd #httyd fanart #doodle requests #🌹 art #shutupthepunx111 #OUGH the text under the cut is SO long i hope that's ok!!!! #they mean so much to me & are one of my fave relationships in my au.... #also i think they should kiss but that's for another day LMAO the gang's romantic lives are MESSY #rose answers

[nana-mania]

“BIRDS OF A FEATHER” you and him are soulmates...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : nahoya kawata

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, yandere! reader

.࿐*ೃ trigger warning : sorta graphic details of torture scene, bdsm, yandere behavior, blood

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ OH, you were so in love.

Seeing him for the first time painted your grey world with kaleidoscopic colours. Hearing his attractive voice made your heart skip a beat that you recorded his voice everytime he was talking near you. Seeing his big smile never cease to brighten up your day.

Since you were only a child, you used to loathe school as you despised being forced to socialize. You preferred staying at home and isolated yourself in your personal sanctuary also known as your bedroom, the only place in this world that made you feel safe. But since you met him, you started to like school.

Nahoya Kawata was his name. Such a beautiful name fitting for a perfect man like him. People around, especially his twin brother, addressed him as "Smiley", referring to his tendency to smile almost all the time. You yourself had never seen him without a smile before.

He was charming, cute and funny.

You started interacting with him during your first year in highschool though it was mostly one-sided. Around that time, Souya, his twin brother, was absent to school so Nahoya attended school alone. Not to mention, that was his first time showing up at school ever since the new school year started. Unfortunate for him, that day, the teacher assigned the students to complete an assignment in pair.

While most classmates had found their partner for the assignment, two students remained alone. Those two students were you and Nahoya. The teacher forced you to pair up with him even though you firmly assured you were capable of finishing the assignment alone. When Nahoya approached you and sat in front of you, your world suddenly stopped turning. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest as your gaze landed on him.

At the moment you saw his bright smile, something inside you...changed.

"This is shit and I suck at this subject. My bad but I have to leave everything to you. You don't mind, do you?"

You were at loss for words as Nahoya had finished talking. You tried to speak but your voice cord didn't work, as if refusing to cooperate. You ended up staying quiet the whole time while Nahoya giddily led all conversation. He barely did any work yet you didn't care. You finished the assignment yourself and still gave him credit.

It wasn't his fault he couldn't contribute to the assignment. You were too nervous to talk to Nahoya properly. His flirtatious voice, his cute laughter made your heart fluttered with excitement.

How was it possible for a single man to make you act this way?

Nahoya and you had been in the same class since first year of highschool. He skipped school often so you ended up stalking him outside school hours. For two years straight, you stalked him, learnt many things about him and fell in love with him more everyday.

Now, you both were in third-year. You barely saw Nahoya on the first year of high school as you knew he was involved with lots of gang activities. But he came to school more often these days. You heard rumors that the gang he joined had disbanded around the time you and him were about to finish first year of highschool.

Seeing him at school more often was a blessing for you. Not only you could observe him more but you could stare at him all day while he was busy spacing out in class. Watching him doing silly stuffs like annoying Souya, doodling questionable things on his desk, dozing off during lesson.

It wasn't that hard for you to watch him as Nahoya sat next to you.

Regardless of the joy you felt, there was a downside to this change in Nahoya's life. Considering he presented himself to school a lot more these days, many of your female classmates started to pay attention to him. His bright personality as extrovert made him approachable hence unsurprisingly, he got along well with the rest of the class.

You didn't want to lose him. You couldn't let other girls stole him from you. So you decided to change yourself to be in the same league as him.

You developed your communication skills, enhanced your charm as a woman and improved your seductiveness. You even changed your style, from head to toe, but the external change wasn't as tremendous as your internal change. It wasn't like your old self was completely gone. You were just...pretending to be a friendly, cheerful trendy girl to protect your loved one. You would not lie, you were proud of yourself for the dedication you poured into this. Now, there were two popular figures in class.

Nahoya and you.

While you were adored by the boys, Nahoya became the major heartthrob for the girls. Despite undergoing such massive transformation, you were yet to have the capability to interact with Nahoya properly. Both of you were like strangers in class now.

Nahoya used to greet you everytime he saw you but now...he no longer did that. He became cold out of nowhere. He greeted everyone in class except you. You were heartbroken but you didn't give up. After all, what's love without a few obstacles and hardship? This was a test for your loyalty and love for him!

You needed to do everything in your power to fix this situation then win his heart.

One of your female classmates organized a party. She came from a rich family so the party was a luxurious one. Everyone was demanded to wear fancy garments or they would get kicked out.

"Anybody who dresses like a damn hobo doesn't deserve a place in MY party!"

You weren't a huge fan of fancy dresses and you had no interest in attending the party. Of course, you had to take part because Nahoya would be there. You couldn't let it slide. That girl, the party host, had a huge crush on Nahoya. If you didn't join the party, there was a chance for her to steal him from you.

For once, you asked your parents to buy you something. They were more than glad to buy you expensive goods since you were their one and only child. Plus, you were very "well-behaved" in their eyes. When you asked them to buy you something, they were overjoyed. You never asked your parents to buy you anything. Only this time, you had to as the dress you wished to own was over your budget.

You made the right choice. The dress looked perfect on you. Not too revealing, easy to move around despite being a dress and you could potentially outshine the party host, also known as your female classmate, your current rival.

You were the center of attention at the party.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you casually walked around the host's fancy house, quietly enjoying the food and pretending to not notice the eyes studying you. Even Nahoya couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Hey, (L/n)... Mind some company?" A boy, one of the attractive boys in your class, offered you a drink. You accepted it with a smile even though you were mentally gagging at the way he smiled at you.

You want Nahoya to smile at you like that.

The boy's smile widened before he boldly wrapped his arm around your waist. Now, you weren't expecting for him to be so daring. You chuckled awkwardly and tried to push him away. "Hey, save that for later. Why don't we chat first?"

You made up an excuse and he bought it. He began happily talking to you, discussing about your "transformation" and how much he had been attracted to you since then. Occasionally, his eyes would flicker from your eyes to your lips. His hand started to slowly rub your hips.

"You are eager, aren't you?" You managed out while cracking a fake smile, cringing at your own words. He brushed it off with low chuckles. You then looked away from him, your gaze landed on Nahoyaand a girl who happened to be the host of the party.

Oh, you were boiling with rage.

The girl was flirting with your future husband, her arms wrapped around his neck as she playfully caressed his fluffy hair. You wanted to go over to them and smash her head into the wall repeatedly until she dies. But you had to hold back that dangerous urge.

"So, (L/n)...why don't we-"

"Fuck off."

Too tired to keep up your fake facade, you left the boy perplexed as he questioned himself where he did wrong. You walked away from him and you glimpsed at Nahoya once again.

He was looking into your direction.

You didn't know if you were imagining it or if it was real. But you were in hurry and couldn't think straight.

You needed to plot your revenge.

When the party was over, you approached her. "Hey, (Rival/name)." You greeted (R/n) joyfully, pretending as if you were delighted to meet her. She was shocked as she thought everyone else had gone home. "What the fuck- Why are you still here?! Go home!" She shouted at you, displeased with your presence.

"Chill, Young Lady." You sarcastically remarked, handing over a glass of water to (R/n). She looked at the glass, glaring at you. "Stop pretending to be nice, attention whore." She spat at you, swatting your hand away from her. The glass fell from your grip and dropped on the floor, shattering to thousand pieces.

"You became the center of attention by dressing like a slut and now you want to tell to my face how better you are? FYI, I only invited you because you are an eye candy to the boys. If I didn't, none of the guys would agree to come, even my own boyfriend. So shut the hell up and leave my house AT ONCE." (R/n) shoved you with a bit force. You were forced to step back a few metres from her.

The rich girl suddenly chuckled, throwing a dirty look at you while presenting a smirk of victory. "But hey...you didn't get the special attention from Nahoya-kun. Oh my God, he was so sweet just now. I kept losing track of time because he was too good at flirting."

She was lost in her own made-up fantasy, imagining things that didn't actually happen but it happened in her own perspective. Nahoya didn't even flirt with her. Most of the time, she was the only one talking. The conversation was practically one-sided.

Hearing that, you were on the verge of losing your temper.

"Nahoya-kun is much better than my current boyfriend. That asshole can't keep it in his pants. You must be happy to steal his attention from me. But go ahead and have him, (L/n). I'm gonna dump that dumbass anyway-"

Before (R/n) could finish talking, you tackled her to the ground and strangled her with all your might. She kept thrashing and struggling under you, her legs kicking back and forth to free herself. Her choked scream couldn't be heard by anyone considering she was alone right now.

There were only you and her in the house.

Her face was turning blue, her eyes rolled back into her head. Saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth, her erratic movement gradually came to a halt. When it fell into silence, you snapped back to your sense. You observed the woman underneath you, lifeless. You didn't feel an ounce of sympathy at all. In fact...you felt contented.

Your rival...was gone. No one would get in the way of your love again.

At least for now..

"...I need to get rid of this bitch." You exclaimed calmly.

Lucky for you, you already got your driving license and owned your first car, which was also bought by your parents. They bought it as gift for passing your driving license test. You loved your parents so much.

You drove back home, dragging the body down to the basement and took out your circular saw, originally owned by your father. You didn't forget to put on the raincoat to cover yourself. You dismembered the body of your rival, the raincoat you were wearing now drenched with blood. Your face darkened with madness as you witnessed the gory sight of your dismembered, dead enemy.

Once the dismemberment was done, you shoved each of the dismembered body part in a black garbage bag. There were six garbage bags in total, which meant you had to throw these garbage bags at six different places to avoid suspicion.

This was your first murder yet you were unfazed. You soon stored all the trash bags in the car boot and drove away from your house.

You drove around the neighborhood and other neighbourhoods to find the incinerator area to get rid of the dismembered body parts perfectly. It was late night so no one was out. Most stores were close except for some shops which were opened for 24/7.

Unbeknownst to you, you ended up in the neighbourhood where Nahoya lived as you were to absorbed in getting rid of the body parts.

You found another incinerator area which was left unattended. No camera, completely unlocked. You smiled in relief. This would be your last stop before you could go home and rest.

You got out of the car and took out one last trash bag...which contained the head of (R/n). You went over to the incinerator and opened its two doors. You were eager to dump it when you suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"(Y/n)...is that you?"

Your heart beat faster in anxiousness as you instantly recognized the voice. How could you not? That sweet, seductive voice belonged to your crush...you would never forget it.

You turned to Nahoya, standing still as he fixed his gaze at you. You were frozen in fear as you were exposed, not to mention the witness was the man you loved. Due to panic, you dropped the trash bag. Tears were pooling in your eyes. You crossed your arms over your face as attempt to hide from Nahoya. "N-No...I can explain myself-"

"Oh, you are getting rid of "trash" too~♡" Nahoya exclaimed playfully, his grin widening with excitement. Confused by his words, you hesitantly looked at him. He approached you but you stepped back, still feeling nervous with him.

"Say, why don't you try peeking inside the incinerator properly first?" He whispered into your ear eagerly, making you feel weak in the knees. You did as he asked, taking a look inside the incinerator. Your eyes grew wide in astonishment. You didn't see it earlier considering you were in rush.

There was already a body inside.

The body of the boy who flirted with you earlier.

"What...did you do this?"

"Obviously."

Nahoya suddenly grasped your waist. Your face heated up from the physical contact. "I can never forgive anyone who tries to make you theirs...(Y/n)." He whispered into your ear. You tilted your head up, your body heat increasing.

"I thought...you hated me. Because you suddenly stopped talking to me."

"That's your fault for becoming too popular. You suddenly changed and all boys paid attention to you. I should be the only one giving you attention."

"I just wanted to become someone of the same league as you."

"I prefer the real you, (Y/n)."

When you heard that, your heart jumped in happiness. You weren't wrong to fall for Nahoya. He...loved you for who you were. He saw the real you, not the you who masked yourself with fake cheerful personality to grasp the hearts of others.

"Man...we share so many similarities. You got rid of that annoying hag for me? Thanks, (Y/n)♡." He chuckled happily. "You must be tired from this, right? Now...why don't you..." Nahoya unzipped the bloody raincoat with his gloved hand. He removed the raincoat and your rubber gloves, dumping them in the incinerator. "Leave the rest to me, okay?"

You stepped back and let Nahoya finished your job. He picked up the trash bag and dumped it inside the incinerator before switching it on. Nahoya looked like he was used to doing this.

And all of sudden, everything clicked.

This explained the disappearance of some male students at your school.

You realized that lately, some boys from your school had disappeared mysteriously. And all of them were the boys who confessed to you. You brushed it off as coincidence. It never crossed your mind that someone was doing that kind of job...for you.

'He...has been getting rid of those boys...for me? Nahoya did? So, our feelings are indeed...mutual.' your face intensified with bright blush, fascinated by the efforts he did behind your back.

You were not the only one in love. Nahoya felt the same.

When Nahoya was done, he walked back to you. He pinched your chin between his fingers, brushing your lips with the tip of his fingers. You still had a little blood stain on your face and ankle but not even a moment, Nahoya showed a hint of disgust. In fact, it turned him on.

"So.." he paused, then wrapped his arm around your waist. "Why don't you show me your place? There must be lots of cleaning left for you to do.."

"I can help with that."

You did. You brought him to your place.

You couldn't resist him. The way he smiled at you as he politely asked to see your place melted your heart. And the fact that he kept rubbing your thigh as you drove earlier... My god, you almost went insane.

Nahoya assisted you with the rest of the cleaning, from the circular saw to cleaning the whole basement, leaving everything spotless and flawless without any dirt or stain. You told him to make himself comfortable while you go to take a quick shower.

' He is in my house... He IS in MY HOUSE..'

You couldn't stop thinking of the things you had fantasized to do with Nahoya..

'What if he asks to go to my bedroom..? Oh, God... I will never be able to hold back myself anymore..'

You left the bathroom and put on your favourite pajama. You went over back to the living area where you found Nahoya waiting. He seemed to be inspecting your family photos. "Mhm..she is so cute.." Nahoya muttered to himself whilst studying a picture of you as a kid. You were raising a trophy high in the air , one that you won during your kindergarten Sport's Day.

"There is nothing interesting here...just a.."

"A cozy house perfect for a small family. You have loving parents."

"Your parents are nice too."

"Yeah but my mom is hella scary and crazy when she is mad. Always hitting me with her sandal, especially when I prank my twin brother."

You laughed along with Nahoya upon hearing the funny story. Silence filled the room as he continued inspecting each of your family pictures. You walked close to him before hugging him from behind. Nahoya stayed still, feeling your arms around his waists wrapped tightly. He placed his palm on the back of your hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?" He chuckles then intertwined his fingers with yours.

Nahoya grasped your hands and untangled your arms from his body before turning you around, pinning you against wall. He nestled his knee between your thighs. Heat rushed up to your head at the position you were in right now.

Nahoya leaned closer to your ear, whispering flirtatiously, "Can't resist me anymore?"

Nahoya looked at your face. You were staring at him, with lovestruck gaze full of infatuation. God, how he was so in love with that gorgeous gaze of yours. "We are really birds of a feather, huh?" Nahoya exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers and pulling you close to his face. His lips were only inch away from yours.

You were frustrated. Nahoya was a huge teaser. He knew you were going insane right now, desperate to have his lips locked with yours. And he was enjoying every second of your frustration while his knee pressed against your covered lower region harder. "Who would have thought my innocent, quiet girl...turned out to be a cold-blooded killer like me?"

"You are indeed my soulmate, (Y/n)."

Without wasting more moments, Nahoya smashed his lips against yours. Your eyes went wide but you melted into the kiss in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms slithered around your waist. "Nahoya," you moaned out his name softly. "I love you so much."

"Oh, (Y/n)," Nahoya whispered into your ear, his lips planting wet kisses on your neck. "I fucking love you more." He chuckled when he earned a loud moan from you. "Mhm, fuck. I love your voice so much..cry for me, (Y/n)."

"I'm gonna make you cry out my name until you fucking pass out,"

You would be lying if his words didn't turn you on. There were heart shapes in your eyes as you started rubbing your clothed private part against his knee. "Please," You begged, "Make me yours, Nahoya. I belong to you, only you."

"Fuck yes, you are." Nahoya was delighted. He kissed you again passionately, his tongue never stop exploring the inside of your mouth. You kept staring at him with infatuation.

Finally, he became yours.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

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[renton6echo]

Star Wars: The Clone Wars AU fanfic…

Where a legal battle between the GAR and Techno Union over Arc Trooper Echo sparks the movement for clone rights across the Galactic Republic.

So I recently watched the deleted scenes from the Clone Wars season 7 and there was an interesting scene between Anakin and Wat Tambor around how Echo ended up in the hands of the Techno Union. According to Wat Tambor, the neutral system “legally purchased” Echo after his capture at Lola Sayu, where he was pronounced KIA. Now, in the show the Techno Union just takes the loss and doesn’t actually try to “recoup on their investment” as Wat Tambor says at the end of the third episode. BUT could you imagine if they decided to fight the legality of the GAR swooping into a neutral system’s territory and stealing their property?!?

Like, imagine the Techno Union initiating a whole legal campaign saying that the Republic stole Echo from a neutral system and was therefore in the right to demand the return of their property.

Imagine, the Jedi and the GAR arguing that Echo cannot be legally purchased by anyone because he is a sentient being and purchasing a sentient being is illegal. Imagine, the Techno Union and Separatists trying to take the moral high ground by pointing out that the Jedi/Galactic Republic purchased the clones for warfare and were never naturalized as citizens of the Republic. Cue Anakin, having the biggest existential crisis wherein in he realizes he is part of a system that has rubber stamped slavery. Cue the legal and ethical pissing match between the Republic and Techno Union sparking a movement to naturalize the clones as citizens of the Republic. Cue the entire GAR questioning their role in the war when the Galactic Senate is totally divided over the naturalization of the clones.

- Fox and Corrie Guard just yeet their way to a full labor strike on Coruscant

- Obi-Wan, Cody, Rex and The Bad Batch take Echo to a far of Jedi temple and claim sanctuary

- Anakin leading a full standstill of the Outer Rim sieges because he refuses to participate in legal slavery and taking full dive into investigating just why the fuck Sifo Diyas commissioned a clone army 10 years before the war (sooo annoyed that was not picked up on after that one throw away episode in season 6!)

- the Jedi Council actually start to question how this war started, which leads them on the trail of Darth Sidious

- Plo Koon adopting his Wolfpack and hyperspacing them all to safety

- Bail Organa, Riyo Chuchi and Padme Amidala write up a Clone Rights bill so fast that Palpatine has no idea how to keep all his plans from going off the rails

- Ahsoka rallying Coruscant citizens into a full on movement to make clones citizens and ending the war

OMG do I wish I had the writing chops to pull this story off….

#arc trooper echo #tbb echo #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #Anakin skywalker #Captain Rex #Commander Cody #The Bad Batch #star wars meta #star wars #fanfic inspo #galactic republic #Techno Union #Wat Tambor #what an SOB #long post

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

This is for @smoking-old-toby's Bagginshield Firefly Day mini event! 🤩For anybody who has read my fic The Twelve Transformations of Bilbo Baggins, you'll notice I poached a bit from the story (just because I loved that scene so much). Otherwise, please enjoy my small contribution of pre-slash Bagginshield. 🥰

A Light in the Dark

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Words: 2560

Continuation of the Snow Hobbits Universe

Bilbo stepped away from the chatter and shenanigans of his traveling companions and out onto the beautiful balconies of Imladris once again. He sighed to himself as he leaned against the railing. The view was absolutely gorgeous. Even at night, Rivendell was a true oasis. 

“And just where have you been all day, may I ask?”

Bilbo swore he jumped a foot in the air as he whirled around, his hand over his heart.

“Thorin?!”

Said dwarf stepped out onto the alcove, that infuriating smirk ever present on his face. 

“You should pay better attention to your surroundings, Burglar.”

“Well excuse me, I didn’t realize I needed to be on the alert for danger in a literal sanctuary.”

Bilbo cursed his quick tongue the moment after he had said it. He had been doing his best not to aggravate Thorin who seemed to get annoyed by something as easy as Bilbo setting his bedroll in the wrong spot. Luckily for Bilbo, Thorin didn’t do anything more than glower and cross his arms as he came to stand next to him. 

Bilbo shifted on his feet as he drummed his fingers against the railing and shot Thorin a few questioning glances as often as he could without getting caught. His shoulders felt tight, and he could not even begin to come up with a reason for why the dwarf king was still here. His hobbit sensibilities encouraged him to come up with a topic, any topic, to engage Thorin in conversation. However, his mind was painfully blank. Just when he thought it would be better to bid Thorin good evening and wander aimlessly, a small spot of green light danced out in front of him before disappearing. Bilbo laughed in delight as another joined it and soon an entire swarm of blinking green lights existed on the patio.

“Lightning bugs!” He exclaimed in delight.

“Hmm?” Thorin asked without actually saying anything.

Bilbo shot him a curious look braving the subject hesitantly.

“Have you…ever seen lightning bugs before?”

Thorin merely snorted as his eyes followed the dots of light as well. 

“We call them fireflies and yes. I have seen them before.”

That figures. It was a rather stupid question on Bilbo’s part. After all, they were a fairly common insect. A memory from long ago came bidden, and with a fond smile, Bilbo couldn’t help but feel compelled to retell it. 

“You know, I never liked the dark.” He admitted. “I could make up so many monsters that had somehow appeared in dark corners. So when I was little, my mum and I used to spend the evening catching lightning bugs and putting them in a jar. We would then place the jar next to my bed before I went to sleep, and the glow would comfort me. However, I’d always wake up the next morning…and they’d be gone! I figured out later in life, my mum would come in and let them out through the window. Much too kind to let them die overnight, but… I always just thought they turned into dreams.”

Thorin hummed again, and Bilbo was content to believe that would be the end of their odd, one-sided conversation. At least it couldn’t be said he didn’t try. He watched as one of the bugs landed on Thorin’s outstretched hand before the dwarf blew it away. 

“We didn’t have fireflies inside the mountain when I was a pebble. But we had glow worms that would cling to the stalactites in the deep caverns. Their light was more blue than green. Still after Smaug came, and we were spending so many nights camped out under the stars, I would see the fireflies and think…the glow worms sprouted wings and followed after us. Because even they couldn’t stand us not being back in our mountain home.”

“You must miss it terribly.” Bilbo determined, softening just a little at the admission.

Thorin gave a jerky nod, his eyes still carrying out over the lawn. 

“There are parts that I do. And then there are other parts I don’t.”

Bilbo perked up in surprise at this.

“Like what?”

The corners of Thorin’s lips quirked up in a false smile as his eyes seemed to scream in protest. 

“You’ll think me odd.” 

It was such a simple statement, but it carried a weight to it. There was no hesitation. No doubt. Clearly, it was something Thorin had heard many times in his life. It was almost overwhelming in how perplexed it made Bilbo. Thorin Oakenshield? Hero, king, natural born leader, odd? It didn’t add up to Bilbo. And yet…

Bilbo moved closer to Thorin, just enough so that way he could bump Thorin’s arm with his shoulder, giving a quick flash of a grin as he did so. When he felt he had the courage to meet Thorin’s eyes, he held them making sure Thorin knew how seriously he took his admission.

“I certainly know a thing or two about being odd. Would you expect another hobbit to go running out his smial after you lot? You are in good company here, Master Oakenshield.”

Thorin immediately ducked his head, and if Bilbo wasn’t so sure it was an emotion he deemed beyond Thorin Oakenshield, he would almost say that he reacted shyly. 

“I also don’t like the dark.” He claimed in a soft, near whisper. “I wasn’t afraid of it, but…mountain caves are darker than dark. I mean, look at this.” 

Thorin’s arms swept out over the view before them.

“The stars, the moon, even your insects. Even when it’s dark you can still see. The mountain isn’t like that. You’re just…trapped and blind. And the pressure! There is nothing like the pressure of having an entire mountain looming above you, and you’re the one who has to shoulder the responsibility, you’re the one who has to rise to meet their expectations…”

“Their?” Bilbo interrupted carefully.

Thorin’s mouth clicked closed and his eyes widened. Bilbo realized he hadn’t intended to share that much. It was nice though. It was nice to know that Thorin had trusted him with such thoughts that Bilbo wanted to let him know it was okay in the only way he knew how. He reached out and gave Thorin’s hand a small squeeze. The dwarf sucked in a sharp breath at the gesture before pulling away. He climbed up the three steps to go back inside, and Bilbo absolutely could not leave things this way. 

“Thorin!” He called spinning around to face the retreating figure. 

Thorin stopped, but would not face him.

“I’m…I’m glad you told me. It sounds like it’s something you’ve needed to say for a long time.”

He watched as the dwarf’s jaw locked, and when he turned to meet Bilbo’s eyes, it was not the open, inviting look he had expected.

“Make no mistake, Halfling. My father and grandfather were great dwarves. They made me who I am today! I’m not…There’s nothing…”

Before Thorin could say whatever it was he was trying to say, voices drifted towards them from below. Bilbo slowly turned away from Thorin to see Gandalf and Elrond walking with purpose. 

“Of course I was going to tell you. I was waiting for this very chance. And I think you can trust me that I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you?” Elrond returned briskly, not sounding at all how he did when he and Bilbo met earlier. “That dragon has slept for sixty years. What will happen if your plan should fail? If you should wake the beast?”

Bilbo rather hoped Thorin had left at that point as the taller beings’ conversation drifted to using Erebor as a stronghold against darker foes. Bilbo was certain it was sound logic, he just wished it didn’t sound so…cold. Erebor should be reclaimed because an entire population was displaced due to a fowl creature wanting their resources. Why couldn’t that be enough?

Bilbo risked a glance backwards only to find Thorin had not left. He stood still listening to the callous words of ancient beings, and could only hold his head high against the onslaught. Bilbo felt more irked by the conversation now.

“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep within that family.”

Oh. Bilbo could only replay the conversation from earlier in his head. Thorin’s immediate defense of his grandfather while simultaneously feeling trapped. It all made sense now. Bilbo watched out of the corner of his eye as Thorin looked away almost in shame as the two beings continued their argument before finally disappearing around the corner. As soon as they were out of earshot, Bilbo turned around to confront Thorin on what he heard.

“Thorin…”

“I am not my grandfather.” Thorin growled, cutting Bilbo off before he could begin. “They know not of what they speak.”

Bilbo didn’t want to prickle Thorin further, but he couldn’t help realizing it suddenly all made sense! Bilbo had thought he was particularly obtuse and standoffish because of a superiority complex. But it was a defense mechanism! A way to push aside people who have compared Thorin to a mad king. To someone he trusted only to be disappointed in later. 

“I was actually going to say that it’s okay. It’s okay to love them…and acknowledge their flaws.”

Thorin’s eyes seemed to pierce him sharply as Bilbo continued to pick out the right words.

“I know I certainly haven’t lived up to my family’s expectations, but I imagine that’s not a fair comparison considering for me it was being adventurous and for you it’s…staying sane.”

A grunt escaped Thorin at that, and it was only by his upturned lips that Bilbo recognized it to be some form of chuckle. Well, he couldn’t be doing too poorly then.

“I just think, there’s nothing wrong in seeking…a light in the darkness.”

Thorin quickly sucked in a lungful of air while Bilbo stood there, wondering if it would be too much to touch Thorin again. Just for a quick moment. Before he could work up the courage, Thorin was taking another step up the staircase. Bilbo immediately took one backwards to increase the distance Thorin was clearly after. He tried not to be too disappointed by the development. In any case, he did feel like he had bonded with their leader which should hopefully make things better on the road.

“Right, well…Good night, Thorin.” Bilbo stammered, turning the other way.

“Master Baggins!” Thorin’s voice suddenly halted him.

Bilbo turned back feeling just a bit breathless.

“Thank you.” Came the soft admission.

Bilbo’s heart felt like it was exploding as a bright grin lit his face.

“You are most welcome.”

“Get some sleep. We’ll be leaving soon.”

With those being the final words before his departure, Bilbo watched as Thorin disappeared into the corridor. Bilbo hoped his words would keep Thorin from dwelling on his family’s madness for too long. He actually made Thorin smile…and laugh! Emotions Bilbo thought the dwarf was devoid of whenever in his presence. It was a heady feeling indeed that he almost gave a shout in his excitement. 

It was as he was heading back, nearly skipping, that a little tiny bug landed on his nose. It blinked once and blinked again when Bilbo reached up to transfer it to his finger.

“Of course, many thanks to you my friend. We might not have ever made this kind of progress otherwise.”

Interested in Bilbo’s whispered words or not, the lightning bug twitched its wings at Bilbo before joining its kin in the night sky once more.

***

"Thorin! Where are we going?" Bilbo laughed, continuing to let the dwarf pull him forward by the hand. 

"Just a little further, lukhudel (light of all lights)."

After the past couple of years, Bilbo had grown more used to how dark it could get in the mountain, but the deep places where he couldn't see the hand in front of his face were places he avoided. However, Thorin was confident in his steps and gentle in his urging, and Bilbo knew he couldn't be safer. The terrain finally began to level out, and Bilbo could just make out some sort of blue light ahead. Bilbo could barely make out the flash of teeth in Thorin's grin by the glow as he announced they had arrived. They turned a corner and...

"It's beautiful!" Bilbo marveled.

The cavern's walls and ceilings were practically dripping with the odd blue glow. It fully lit the space, glittering off the surface of the shallow pool below them. Bilbo turned to Thorin, only to be a bit surprised at his appearance. The glow somehow only managed to bounce off his teeth, his nails, and the silver of his hair. The rest of his intended was left in shadow. Bilbo tilted his head. It was almost as if the glow somehow highlighted the lighter colors of a person...

Bilbo huffed as he pulled on his snowy hair. "I must look ridiculous right now."

Thorin laughed as he stepped forward to press a kiss to the crown of Bilbo's head. "You are perfect. I will confess it was this effect I was after when I planned to show you the glow worm cavern for the first time."

A conversation, from long ago, niggled at the back of Bilbo's mind as his scanned his surroundings with a renewed interest. A smile pulled at his face as he remembered a balcony in Rivendell and the friendly fireflies who gave him the courage to talk to Thorin for the first time. Thorin's hand moved to cup his face, and Bilbo leaned into his hand, given a kiss to his palm.

"We've come so far." Bilbo commented.

"We have indeed, all thanks to you." Thorin murmured before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. 

Bilbo returned the peck a second and third time before continuing their conversation.

"That may be exaggerating a bit."

Thorin chuckled while shaking his head. "No, mudùmel (comfort of all comforts). It's true. You see, I realized that night in Rivendell that perhaps Bilbo Baggins, the strange and infuriating hobbit in my Company, who had the ability to leave me breathless in just a few words, could perhaps be my light in the darkness. And here you are, the night before we are to say our vows, literally glowing in front of me."

#sunny's drabbles #the hobbit #bagginshield #bagginshield firefly day #snow hobbits sequel

[ladyalicentshightower]

Criston Cole isn't really been afforded a lot of nuance by the fandom and it's starting to annoy me.

I think a few more small scenes would've done so much, say hearing the ladies of the court gossiping over an illegitimate child or even he himself discussing his background with either Alicent or Rhaenyra, which would've added to his development and his eventual crisis of faith, his Catholic guilt. I think people forget Criston is one of the few main characters who isn't a noble or a direct part of the family. As an illegitimate child in Westeros, all his life he's been told that he is the sinful thing, that he was born of sin and therefore unclean as result. By taking the white cloak and becoming a King's guard, he was able to put that "sin" behind him and become "clean". By sleeping with Rhaenyra he's stained and tainted that, something he can't handle or stand at all. He committed the ultimate sin, he's broken his oath, stained his honor and may have created a child doomed to be unclean too (obviously no such child was conceived or born but there was always the chance one could've been and I think that ate Criston alive inside and will probably be a factor of why he behaves the way he does towards Rhaenyra's sons). It's why he's so eager to run off and marry Rhaenyra so he can (in his mind) set it right. He wants to see himself as clean again. It's why he confesses so quickly to Alicent (also did some of you not watch the episode? Criston knew Rhaenyra snuck out, he had no way of knowing Rhaenyra was even with Daemon, he wasn't in King's landing to hear the gossip regarding Daemon & Rhaenyra that Larys spoke of and he was summoned immediately by Alicent so of course he assumed the rumours Alicent spoke of was referring to him), to seek forgiveness and regain some of that "cleanliness" before dying. Alicent offers him salvation, sanctuary, forgiveness while Rhaenyra shattered the version of herself he had built up in his mind. She betrayed that ideal he had of her and cannot understand why the "sin" they committed haunts him so greatly. For her it was a pleasurable night they spent together, to him it is his damnation, his ultimate sin. It's why he follows Alicent, in his eyes she offers him salvation while Rhaenyra can only offer him ruination.

I could ramble so much more about this, I don't know what it is but Alicent and Criston and the religious themes surrounding them both is absolutely fascinating.

#hotd #hotd spoilers #house of the dragon spoilers #house of the dragon #ser criston cole #ser criston #criston cole #alicent x criston #queen alicent #alicent hightower #alicent targaryen #like not going to say criston did nothing wrong but his actions and way he reacted is understandable if you look at what we know about him #joffery made a dumbass move and essentially fucked around and found out #like I'm pissed we got a queer relationship & one half got buried literally in the exact same episode #but like joff it was a robb stark marrying jeyne westerling / talisa move while betrothed to the roslin frey dumbass move #robb i love you always but that was such a dumbass move #joff you weren't even in kings landing a full day maybe wait til you had the lay of the land before approaching people #not justifying what Criston did to him because I was sat there like jesus christ what the actual fuck #but you got to be a little politically smart to survive in this world #joff u did a ned he assumed everyone was as honourable as he was and you assumed criston was as open as you and it bit you both in the ass #like I can't and won't defend what Criston did but I saw something coming the minute you walked over to him

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

No Such Luck

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Negan have been living in an abandoned house for a few days now and you finally convince him to help you spruce the place up a bit.

Prompt: "Just pound the nail into the wall." "I'll pound you into the wall."

Warning: Some strong language.

A/N: This is an AU where Negan never became the leader of The Sanctuary. Also, there's like a half makeout scene in this but part of it might be like really inaccurate because I've never written about anything more than light kissing lol.

You'd been on the road with Negan for at least four months now, and it had been about four weeks since you both moved into this abandoned house together.

At first, Negan was strongly against the idea of living in a house together. In fact, his exact words were, "I'd rather fuck you under the stars than under a goddamn roof". Obviously he didn't actually mean that, he was just so clearly repulsed by the idea of being all domestic with you.

But eventually, after a hell of a lot of persuasion, he finally caved and picked the first house you came aross to break into.

Now, you were standing in front of him, a plank of wood pathetically hanging from your arms as you asked for his help.

He sighed, watching you from where he sat on the old couch. "You're jokin', right?"

"Negan, there's a fucking hole in the wall." You complained, pointing towards the decent sized hole that was currently acting as a window to the outside.

"It's not like we're in any danger."

"Negan, please."

"Fine." He huffed, finally standing up and walking over to you.

He took the plank from you and put it up against the wall, covering the hole. And then you picked up the hammer and nails that you'd found in the kitchen, and you started hammering the wood to the wall.

Although when you got to the second nail, it was proving to be a little difficult to actually get it into the wall.

Negan sighed, clearly annoyed that you were taking so long. "Just pound the nail into the wall."

"I'll pound you into the wall." You fired back, continuing to bring the hammer down on the nail.

"Well if you're offering." He joked, his hand coming up to brush along your hip.

"Negan, I'm trying to concentrate."

"So hurry up then."

You tried your hardest to ignore him as you hammered the third nail into the wood. But you were having no such luck as you felt him moving behind you, his hands still braced against the wood as he breathed against your neck.

You hastily moved onto the final nail, not even bothering to check it was properly in the wood before bringing the hammer down on it. And all the while Negan was still pressed up behind you, his hot breath in your ear as he watched what you were doing over your shoulder.

The nail wasn't even fully hammered down before you dropped the hammer, spinning around to meet Negan in a sloppy kiss.

His hands quickly found their way into your hair as he pulled you closer to him. And you couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped your mouth when you felt his tongue slide against your own.

"I hate you." You whispered when you pulled back to look at him.

He smirked before slipping his hands up your shirt. "I know."

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#negan x fem!reader #negan x reader #negan x reader oneshot #negan x reader imagine #negan oneshot #negan oneshots #negan imagines #negan fluff #negan #jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead oneshots #twd fanfic #twd fanfiction #twd oneshots #negan fanfic

[truedairship]

*makes my own camp in your askbox*

Helen/Nikola headcanons and since you said you went on a dive through Ranna, any Ranna headcanons as well, please. 😁 (If you have nothing for Ranna, pick any character you want!)

*scrambles to get some pillows and the biggest teacups I can find*

Helen/Nikola:

I talked a little bit about Nikola spending part of his 60 years in hiding with time!Helen here. That is a big, complicated one though, and putting my thoughts into words is difficult at the best of times😂 (as proven below). But ask and ye shall receive:

General Teslen ones though…

Okay so it is canon that Helen enjoys Nikola causing trouble (“well that’s what makes him so interesting”, Trail of Blood). I think that she (both in the past and post S4) sometimes is aware of what he’s doing/that he’s doing something stupid, but waits until it actually crosses her path before interfering because she enjoys disrupting his plans at the best (worst) moment.

They both know that they’re not meant to have a “normal” relationship. Especially with how restless Nikola is. And Helen isn’t exactly the most domestic person either. Therefore, they won’t even try (as of yet at least) because they don’t want to ruin the relationship they have, attempted murder among friends included.

They have slept with each other on several occasions in the past.

IF they were to marry post S4/if they talk about it, I like to think that Nikola would be more willing to take her last name, or they’d use double ones.

They have never been Will they, Won’t they? but rather when will they and when won’t they. Because⬇️

They enjoy racking up the tension between them as high as they can as a game, only see how far they can go before actually colliding. (and frankly, some friendships are simply more fun with tangible sexual tension)

Although they’ve never actually discussed them, they are fully aware of each other’s limits. Nikola knows how much he can flirt with/annoy Helen without crossing the line, and immediately backs off if he comes too close (as proven when they’re in her bedroom in Animus). Likewise, Helen knows how to and how harshly she can rebuff him without him actually being hurt. Even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else, they know where the lines are drawn. (Muddy explanation, sorry!)

On that note, I don’t think Nikola actually considered Cabal stronghold = Ashley might have been there in Trail of Blood. The face he makes when Helen mentions her feels very much like oh shoot I screwed up big time.

Continuing, Nikola’s over the top innuendo and flirting is less him actually wanting to get into her pants (obviously he wants to, but he knows that’s not really how to get there, see point three), and more just to annoy her and make her squirm (similar to how I enjoy horrifying my city-raised friends with weird horse-/general animal facts). Consensual bothering I suppose? He often does it just to make her smile, even if it’s from exasperation.

On that note, the scene with Abby’s zipper or whatever in her first(?) episode makes me see red because whyyy. That is never fun. (I would’ve loved it if it had it been Helen because they know each other and it would’ve been such a them thing but here it’s just- ugh. No.)

This is getting long but since you did ask

*realises worriedly that I should probably rewatch some sanctuary because wait what is actually canon and what is just my mad rambles when it comes to Ranna*

Ranna:

Helen overpowering and grabbing the gun-thing from Fallon followed by her accurately deducting what’s actually going on was the moment Ranna went all 🤩 and joined the Worship Helen Magnus club

In order to keep her position and everything, Ranna is very much cool, collected, detached, yada yada. Seeing Helen all fiery and very much openly caring for her crew (because that’s how she acted in Pax Romana) inspired her a lot and was part of the reason as to why she sent the coded message in Metamorphosis. (Connected to your point about her being 40-ish because I think meeting Helen made her rethink a lot of stuff)

Gregory has told Ranna about Helen, but what I like is that aside from the small meeting in S1, he hasn’t met Helen since what? 1909? Victorian era single father, combined with the general parents thinking their children are innocent thing… I mean Helen has changed quite a bit since then. Back to point one. Ranna realises Gregory’s stories don’t even begin to cover just what a powerhouse Helen is.

#this is probably not very comprehensible but oh well #fair warning. this was all written in one go and is not proofread #misuse of sentence structure is a character trait at this point #thank you for the ask! #sanctuary

[daisymylove]

Hide the breakables and board up the windows, my beloved Mfs, for a rant is coming your way.

I want to be done complaining about chot I really do, I hate being so negative about a book I waited and yearned for, for so long, but there’s one more thing that annoyed me greatly, and, per usual, I want to know what yall think

Today’s subject is our Blackthorn sibling duo.

I wanna preface this by saying that Grace’s povs were one of my favourite parts of Choi.Her character in itself adds grayness to a narrative of angels and demons, good vs evil, and I really enjoyed all the complexity and layers given to her.I ended Chog cursing her name to the wind swear to god, the cursing emoji was a perfect visual representation of me when she put that thing on james again, but in choi cc achieved exactly what she aimed for with grace :” an explanation, not an excuse”

However, I feel like all that information we were given in the previous book was completely wasted in Chot.The characters never find out that she was threatened into putting the bracelet back on James, or that she tried to take it off at his wedding. Her motivations, too, are never known.The way it was portrayed, it looks like Grace stayed so long by Tatiana’s side bc she truly had some sort of fetish for torturing men, when, in reality, it was all for Jesse 

She could’ve begged for sanctuary in an institute, once she became old enough, she could’ve fled with Magnus when he offered to help her in TMH, but she never did.Grace never left bc leaving Tatiana would also mean leaving Jesse and what was all that for? home boy discarded her like some rancid food at the first opportunity  When she went to Curzon street to demand James kissed her? That was for him. Even that train wreck she caused by the end of choi was for him, bc she couldn’t bear the thought of controlling her brother and twisting his feelings for her.To me, this is some very relevant info that should’ve become known if all the secrets were going to be revealed, AND YET NONE OF THIS IS ADRESSED IN THE GODDAMN BOOK

the only explanation I can think of is because that knowledge would require of Jesse to have at least a little bit of loyalty towards his sister, or look like an ungrateful arse which he did, but I’ll get there.

Now about jesse.I had great expectations for him in this last installment, the first one in which he’s alive, but my main take away is that he has become an extension of Lucie’s feelings and opinions, in the most symbiotic way possible, with no personality of his own.

In choi we find out that Grace withstood a lot of physical and psychological abuse from Tatiana that he didn’t know about.I was expecting them to have a true heart to heart, they would discuss everything that went down when they were kids, not just james and the bracelet, and jesse would not only feel guilty about not being able to protect his little sister, but also decide to stick by her side no matter what.

And yes, he could’ve done that while also condemning her mistakes and treatment towards James.The two are not mutually exclusive, and would do justice to his little speech about complicated stories, which, to me, is a very hypocritical spiel since he decided to become his sister’s jury, judge and executioner

I never thought I would say this in my life, but I was infuriated on Grace’s behalf reading their scene in the silent city.Everything about it was very odd, Grace conveniently for cc withholding something so important, the way she explained herself, his storming off. Jesse had never had ONE conversation with Cordelia in his life, he barely knew James, can a kind soul explain to me WHY he would be more concerned about their marriage than his actual sister? Considering his beloved had just done necromancy (YES, Thats what it was, even if it was a unconventional form of it.Bro was dead, then bro was alive again, just like that. N e c r o m a n c y) his moralism is very hypocritical and his understanding of nuance lacking

It irked something so deep inside me to see not just kit defending a girl he barely knew tooth and nail over his cousin and life long friend, but also Jesse not giving a fuck about his sister.They were talking about leaving Grace completely isolated from society (that was disgusting btw, it was up to their authorities to decide her future, not a bunch of teenagers thinking they can treat a person like a broken doll, to be put away wherever they feel like it) and Jesse looked like he couldn’t spare a visit. He seemed more than eager to put Tatiana AND grace behind him in order to start a new life with the herondales. So much for them being all each other had growing up and his so called loyalty

As some last thoughts bc this is getting way too long, Grace should’ve been the one to kill Tatiana.That wasnt Cordelia’s business and had no emotional significance. When that fight happens Grace looks the polar opposite of everything Tatiana ever groomed her to be.She is dirty, shoeless, bedraggled and feral looking, Lucie even thinks that grace’s little training would only be useful if she got close enough.Imagine, my siblings in christ, Grace slitting Tatiana’s throat, after she kills Grace’s only friend, while she is distracted with Rupert.Tatiana molded Grace into her blade, and that Blade was responsible for her end.Feel the sheer power of it, the poetic justice that could’ve been ours.

I also think Grace should’ve been sent away to the scholomance (against her wishes, hence the I didnt choose this) for intensive training both bc she’s really behind in it, and as a punishment from the clave.Its not like she had a place to go to, and staying at her ex fiance’s parent’s house is not the way to go. . 

This new scenario would give her a fresh start to properly heal and eventually make friendships/ find love without the taint from the past on her heels.Her hanging out and chilling with James and his friends has no sense and is a disrespect to his abuse.James doesnt need his abuser living in his uncle and aunt’s house, Grace needs to start her life over where her past won’t haunt her everyday

#i think now im done #but my asks are always open darlings #chain of thorns #chain of thorns spoilers #grace blackthorn #jesse blackthorn #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #lucie herondale #kit lightwood #christopher lightwood #charlotte fairchild #charles fairchild #henry fairchild #Tatiana Blackthorn #chain of iron #chain of gold #the last hours #tlh #tsc characters #tsc chronicles #tsc critical #tsc

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Behind a Cold Visage - A Multi Ship Fic

Iceman's jumper has a hole, he goes to Carole to fix it. She notices something else more than a hole.

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For a prompt list, this was "A fixing B's sweater/jacket"

Words: 1338

Texas winters, at least in Corpus Christi, were rather mild. She had the fashion sense of a pop art picture and a grandma is what her mother said, which meant a lot of cardigans, that were never appropriate for the weather. 

This fact had always annoyed Carole, she’d taken up knitting when she was fourteen to get her mind off the worst breakup of her life, at least as she’d thought then. Now, years after, she’d probably knitted an entire wardrobe of clothes if you included everything she’d made for Bradley, plus all the various jumpers, scarves, hats and mittens over the years for Goose, Mav, her family and herself. 

And this year the wardrobe would be added to. There were two more people in their weird, not allowed family. Slider and Iceman. 

Their home was their sanctuary, away from the pressures of the navy, some of which were more on some than others, and the prying eyes of the neighbours, they could be themselves. Safe to cuddle in their bed now too small for four people and creaking from the weight but homely enough that they didn’t care. 

Not that everyone stayed at the same time. Maverick had bought a bachelor pad nearer to Corpus Christi, they were in the suburbs of Portland, about a ten minute drive away on a good day. With the security of the emergency second bedroom, they were safe-ish from the harsh laws of the navy and Texas state.

Carole was half considering just moving to California. With sodomy laws repealed there, this would at least be allowed at home. It was closer to work for Tom and Ron, both still instructors at Top Gun while Maverick was flying with Merlin back out in the middle of the ocean and Goose was getting his teaching qualification to become a physics teacher. Every single naval aviator she’d ever met had tried to explain how the codes for their missions worked, but every time it just seemed too damn complicated. Well, she tried to explain all the ins and outs of running a library and they seemed similarly confused, maybe some things were meant to be unknown.

She broke through her thoughts with a sip of sweet tea. As went tradition, she’d left it to brew outside but it didn’t quite hit the same as it would in the summer. Not that she missed that, the heat had really gotten to her this year. 

Maverick threw the frisbee to Bradley. Slider lifted him up so he could catch it. Goose placed his hands on his hips as he shared a look with Mav. They feigned disgust but smiles were hard to hide.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Goose exclaimed.

“T’isn’t.” Bradley said, still being held securely in Ron’s hands.

“T’is.” Mav said. 

“T’isn’t.” Ron teased. “He’s short, I’m helping.”

“I’m short, and you don’t see Goose lifting me up to catch the frisbee.”

“I’m littler,” Bradley said.

Mav gave him his familiar cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah?” Goose said, his moustache twitching. “Well, it’s still cheating, how about you stop being so little and grow some more? Come on now Bradley, you’re almost five, you should be six feet tall by now!”

That broke everyone’s grumpy masks. Bradley giggled, which made Goose break into a grin and begin to trot over to him. Maverick joined as Ron lowered Bradley slightly. 

Maverick, always the fastest even though he had the shortest legs out of all of the guys, got there first and tickled Bradley’s feet. Goose joined him, making him giggle until he squirmed.

“Daddy, stop!” He yelled.

Goose took him from Slider and lay kisses into his chubby cheeks as he squished him into a hug.

“Sorry, it’s what cheaters get!”

“I didn’t cheat, Daddy-”

The scene carried on. Goose pampered his son in embarrassing amounts of kisses while Mav and Ron watched, hiding their hands gracing each others so the neighbours wouldn’t talk.

What broke her focus was the gentle sound of feet coming out of the kitchen. She knew those considerate steps anywhere. Wanting to command attention but not offend, wanting to please every crowd. Iceman.

As well as pleasing her by not stomping, she loved Ron but he wasn’t very light footed, he was very easy on the eye. She’d told him that she thought so but hadn’t made a move yet. He was newly in a relationship with three men while trying to keep it all a secret, the last thing he needed was a new woman to throw things into question.

“Hey, Tom,” she said, keeping her eyes on the frisbee game as it restarted. “Whatcha got there?”

He seemed surprised when she knew he was there without seeing him. What he didn’t know was that having a toddler had made her hyper aware about where people were at all times, whether she liked it or not. She had to pat the seat next to her to get him to sit down. It was unusual how such a cool and confident man could turn into this insecure when away from the pressures of the navy. 

“A sweater.”

“You’re not wearing it?” She said.

Feeling the breeze stroke her skin, she wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter. 

“There’s a hole in it.”

His words were so carefully chosen. She realised that if they weren’t on good terms, he could do some damage. Carole could also, if they weren’t on good terms, but for different reasons, she didn’t have much of a filter. Words just came out as she said them. Obviously, this meant that while she could make someone’s day with a blase compliment, she could also ruin it by saying something mean a little too loud than she should, because her volume was never appropriate whether she knew it or not.

He stretched out the sweater. It had golden dreidels knitted onto a blue background. Threads were coming loose all over it to give a vague blue halo in the afternoon sun. This was old and well worn, yet perhaps it was what she’d seen of Tom so far that made her feel like he wasn’t the type to wear corny novelty jumpers at all.

“Can I?” She reached for it. 

It was just as soft as it looked as he handed it over. There was a familiar smell. Looking at Tom, she could imagine him tugging at the collar for a photo at Hanukkah. That’s what the smell reminded her of, a childhood home that you could return to but one that would never be the same. 

“Want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

She turned it over. There was a small but obvious hole in the arm. It wasn’t wear and tear, this was from worrying the same spot over and over again. She looked up at Tom and smiled, there was a storm behind those grey eyes.

“I think so, just got to match the colour so it doesn’t look weird,” she went to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Might as well start now, I think I have this blue in my knitting basket,” she lent in a little closer. “It was meant to be a surprise but I was making you a scarf for Hanukkah.”

“Guess you don’t need to now.” He said, looking at his hands. 

“No, I will.”

“Why?”

His head darted up. The immovable Iceman was a deer in headlights. She liked her ability to do that because if there was one thing she'd learnt about loving Navy men was that no matter how much they talked the talk, if you got them on their knees and pulled their head back by their hair then they were putty in your hand. 

“You’re cute that’s why.”

She lent over and kissed his forehead, leaving his face bright red as she moved inside to fix the jumper. Behind her, Ron wolfwhistled. The usual snarky "shut it" that she'd expect from Tom didn't come. When she turned back, he was still beetroot red.

I'm a bit of a sucker for Carole/Iceman, not in a major way but in a small way like this. They all love each other. Also it was illegal to be gay in texas until 2003. Thanks for reading!

#top gun #top gun polycule #slooserole #icemav #carole x ice #goosemavcarole #carole bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose top gun #goose bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #iceman kazansky #iceman top gun #slider top gun #slider kerner #maverick top gun #maverick mitchell #polyamory #jewish iceman #bear writes #a fixes b's sweater #knitting #ugly sweater #goose lives

[aziraphales-library]

hi!! first off thank you so much for this account, i’ve found so many fics through it that i love. i was wondering if you knew of any where aziraphale gets captured/hurt and crowley has to comfort him afterwards (preferably with an already established relationship?). it’s been a rough few days and i could use some good old fashioned hurt/comfort

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In Veritas by BardofEryn (M)

Aziraphale is kidnapped and drugged only to be dumped into Crowley's lap when he gets a bit too annoying for the angels. Certain things that had been left unsaid come out in the drug-induced haze and Crowley has to deal with knowing the truth about Aziraphale's feelings.

Rated M because Heaven kidnaps Aziraphale and drugs him with truth serum and that's all a bit on the mature end.

Someone to Watch Over Me by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

While performing a temptation, Aziraphale gets in over his head. He’s tied up and locked in a barn, too injured to miracle himself out. Crowley said not to expect rescue if something went wrong—but will he come anyway?

The Scent of Sanctuary by Supergeek21 (E)

Hastur hatches a plan to get revenge for Ligur by hurting the person closest to Crowley-- Aziraphale. When Crowley arrives at the bookshop to find evidence of his angel in distress it’s a race against time to track him down and rescue him.

Unwriting an Angel by GayDemonicDisaster (T)

Not all books are for reading. Sometimes, books read you. My little contribution for spooky month: Aziraphale stumbles upon a mysterious old book at an auction and takes it home. Only a few pages have any writing on them, which he can’t decipher. Most of the pages are blank… at least they start out that way. Aziraphale has no idea what he’s got himself into. Can Crowley save him before it’s too late?

Revenge, Served Cold by Fire_Traveller (T)

When Aziraphale intends to get his hands on some rare old books, he ends up walking right into a trap. It's up to Crowley to find him and save him - but can the demon reach him in time? And who is behind all that, anyway?

Ex Infirmitas, Sinceritas by charliebrown1234 (T)

"It’s been seven days since the Apocalypse that wasn’t, and Aziraphale’s had a low grade fever for the past three of them. Angels can’t truly be ‘sick’ in the human sense of the word, but nevertheless he finds himself achy, foggy, and generally under the weather."

It's a sick fic! Complete with tender bath scenes, love confessions, and readings of Winnie-the-Pooh.

- Mod D

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