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spacedace · 9 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

More of the brain worm that has taken me over, gonna probably post it to Ao3 here before too long. Already got another part started and so many ideas for additional stuff, someone please send help I've been consumed by this thing lol

Sorry if Waller seems out of character, outside of fandom I'm mostly familiar with her through Justice League the animated show & Justice League: Unlimited and her vibe there has always struck me as "deeply incredibly unlikable character that also kind of has a point but also has done so much fucked up shit in the name of her goals that you don't really care about her point anymore." So you know, complicated lol. If she's completely unrecognizable let me know, but I'm hoping she feels at least somewhat like Waller.

Forgot to say this in the last update, but still feel free to use all this as an overly long prompt if yall want. Literally anything I throw out to the void should be treated as a prompt lol If there's anything at all interesting to you in any of this nonsense go for it <3 <3 <3

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Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Ruthless, heartless, vicious, cruel.

She’d been called it all. Wore the words thrown as insults as a badges of pride and valor. Because at the end of the day, when it came to the problems she was given to face, the issues she was meant to solve, those words meant she’d done what others had been too squeamish or cowardly to do. Life was a never ending slog of trolley problems and she the only one unshakable enough to pull the levers that needed pulling.

It wasn’t so simple as a matter of greater good.

Greater good was what the weak willed muttered to themselves after having feelings over doing the bare minimum. A justification used by people on all sides to do what they wanted with fractured, faulty logic thrown around like truth was a thing immutable. To assuage their guilt when they were forced to make a call they didn’t want to.

It wasn’t a matter of greater good. It was a matter of preservation. Of protection. Of digging through the filth to find the threats skittering beneath and crush them with ruthless abandon. Of facing a god and not blinking because if you did it could cost the world.

Of doing what needed to be done, no matter how underhanded or atrocious it was.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the throat of something that could threaten to destroy it all.

When the Ghost Investigation Ward had been shoved her way with it’s sucking wound of a budget, it’s bloated incompetent staff, its asinine methods she’d seen a rotted limb in need of hacking off. It hadn’t been until she’d been conducting her inspection, digging through the trash for a few pearls of effective agents she could snatch up and put to work elsewhere, that she’d truly seen what they were working on. The potential.

Potential to better arm themselves with in the forms of the strange new weapons being created.

Potential for threats far greater than anything even she had thought possible before.

The GIW as it had been when she’d first come across it was a fetid waste of time and resources. A laughing stock agency only secret because no one took them seriously enough to look. Made stupid and useless with its own conceited delusions of importance it didn’t actually have. Yet.

She went to work on it. Hacking away as she’d originally intended, but this time with a different goal in mind. She ripped out the weeds with bare, calloused hands and planted proficiency and loyalty in their place. She took over as director herself, tossing the self-aggrandizing fool that had been running the place into the ground to the dogs as the culprit for misappropriate spendings, saving the agency by tweaking things until their ballooning budget was pinned neatly onto the former director as an embezzling charge.

Then she got to work.

The Fentons were brilliant, if entirely insane. But Amanda could work with that. She’d reigned Harley Quinn in - more or less - she could do the same to the two deranged scientists that so eagerly wanted to be apart of the fight against the dead. Especially when the benefit came in the form of the inventions they threw together so easily, especially when those inventions were weapons.

It took very little to get them on board with her plans for the GIW. Keeping their focus could be a chore, at times, but she didn’t even have to really do much in the way of pressing to get them back where she wanted them. They craved knowledge and understanding nearly as much as they craved the eradication of the entities themselves. Letting them have the first look at a new subject here, free reign over a vivisection there, it took so little to fuel their fervor and keep them busy working on the projects she set for them.

Things had been going smoothly.

For a time at least.

Until Phantom.

He’d been the main focus of the previous director’s attention, the big fish he’d so desperately wanted to catch and put up on his wall. Amanda wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a tempting prospect, but not one she’d put above the other projects she had set in motion since taking over. No, Phantom was powerful, enough to be a real problem one day, but she could the awkward youth in the way he held himself, the inexperience in how he handled situations. She had time to get everything else in order before focusing on getting Amity Park’s would-be hero brought to heel.

And he would be brought to heel. One way or another.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands wrapped tight around the Core of a fledgling god and bending him to her will.

An artifact, old an powerful, recovered with some effort. A means of controlling specters, of chaining them to the will of the artifact’s wielder. Dangerous in the wrong hands. Dangerous in the right hands.

It was shattered, and even whole and functional Phantom was resistant to its power. But Amanda Waller prided herself in her ability to see the potential in things. It could be repaired, be made better. Even gods could be bound, be made to kneel, with the right pieces, with the right application of force.

It was just a matter of time to gather everything needed.

Phantom didn’t know he could single handedly destroy every last member of the Justice League. The baby fat, the innocent eyes, the split-second hesitations when he fought. He knew enough to be confident in fighting the usual ghosts that haunted Amity Park, but he still very much saw himself as a little fish. Maybe it was the part of him that was still Daniel Fenton, gangly teenager not quite sure what he was truly capable of yet.

She had time before the Fenton’s son truly became an issue. Time to judge if his parents’ obsessiveness would overcome their - rather shoddy, by Amanda’s estimation - parental instincts and continue to hunt him once they knew the truth. Time to get as much out of them as she could before hand, should they falter at the idea of attacking their own son. Time for the staff to be repaired and returned to working order, to get the other items needed for the truly big fish hidden on the other side of the veil between worlds.

She had time.

Until she didn’t.

Pariah Dark had not been something she thought she’d have to account for - not yet, at least.

If he wasn’t already dead, she’d ring the Ghost King’s neck with her bare hands. His arrival had opened Phantom’s eyes to what he was capable of, of just how big of a fish he was. Worse still, Phantom’s defeat of the war mongering King changed the state of play. Phantom was no longer an impressively powerful half dead teenager.

He was King Infinite.

He was an Ancient.

He was getting on her last damn nerves.

Phantom’s rogue gallery were now firmly under the boy’s control. Still distinct nuisances around Amity Park, but no longer considered true concerns. They were loyal to their boy king, delighting in ruffling his feathers but never crossing the line into treason or attempted regicide. Which meant that the GIW was the only thing that held his attention.

Amanda took the time to send a care package to the former GIW director in his tiny, dank prison cell. As thanks for his carelessness in revealing to the entire town - both living and dead - of the agency’s existence and their intentions. Had he stuck to standard protocol, Phantom would have been none the wiser to their presence. Would have scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders at the ghost that went missing upon occasion. Would have been boredly uninterested in the people his parents had begun working with. Would have been taken by surprise when they finally came for him.

But no.

No that self-obsessed, fame chasing imbecile had to go and announce to everyone and their dead mother that the GIW existed and exactly what it was they were in Amity Park to do.

Phantom knew what they were there to do.

They could only count on his naive certainty that he could broker peace with them for so long.

Peace. As if he and his people weren’t the invading force, the monsters slipping in through the cracks between worlds, the latest threat that had to be accounted for. As if he himself hadn’t rent their world asunder himself in another world, another time. No. Peace was not something they could hash out with this baby-faced monarch with his too-big crown. Peace was the assurance of safety, security. Of control of the situation.

There could be no peace.

The higher ups were somehow surprised when Phantom took that to mean there would be war.

Amanda Waller was not.

The Fentons, as suspected, took the right side when all was revealed. Steady hands and flinty eyes as they crafted the weapons that would be needed for the coming fight. Minds even sharper in their maddened grief, hearts set on revenge for the son lost and the entity that stole his face and friends and sister in his garish pretense at humanity. They were blinded to the reality of the situation in its entirety, the potential in what their son truly was, but at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. They did what she needed them to do, they could believe whatever it was they wanted so long as they did.

By the time the boy king and his armies marched upon the Amity park facility, preparations had been put into place. The base in Amity had been stripped back to bare essentials, everything of importance moved to more secured locations.

The weapons labs.

The artifact.

The girl.

All tucked well away from the front lines where Phantom and his motley crew could not reach. Their time to be put in play would come, but not yet. First she needed to gauge what Phantom and his people were capable of, what they were willing to do in the name of what they wanted. Amity Park was a pawn well sacrificed on that front. As were the other facilities she’d left easy to find.

The problem with making children gods, with giving them crowns and calling them King and giving them armies to play with, was that they thought there should be rules. That even in the trenches tearing apart their enemies, there was a certain level of playing fair that everyone was held to. They thought there was a way the world worked, of how things should be that blinded them to more effective options even as time stretched on and desperation set in.

It was the Dead’s problem though, not hers.

She reached out to the Justice League. Sour faced, unhappy, bitterly reluctant to accept that she needed their help. Stone faced and barely containing their rage at what little they knew of the situation, they agreed to a meeting.

She didn’t let herself smile until she was well and truly alone in her office.

Greater good. A lie people told themselves. A fairytale told to children. A means of convincing the weaker willed that they had no choice, that they had a noble duty to bend to. A belief that could be wielded like a weapon if the fantasy of the idea had dug in deep enough. And there were few it had dug into so deep as the members of the Justice League.

Amanda Waller was someone who did what needed to be done.

Hands dirty.

Hands red.

Hands clenched tight on a victory long in the making.

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Part Four

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #amanda waller #GIW #ghost investigation ward #Jack Fenton #Maddie Fenton #bad parents jack & maddie fenton #cause none of this is angsty enough yet lol #tw references to vivisection #tw references to death #waller out here playing 3d chess #of course she wasn't surprised by the inevitable war she was just hoping she'd have her secret weapon ready before it actually kicked off #oh well she still has plans B - J to get through #and all the variations for each #gonna take care of her ghost problem and her justice league problem in one fell swoop if she gets her way #just throw some GIW agents into the meat grinder for a bit while she gets stuff in order & so she can see just what Danny is willing to do #anyway wonder what Elle is up to during all this #i'm sure she's fine and there's nothing to worry about #waller playing the long con yall

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club)

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ only, minors i am ON PATROL

Chapter 011: Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing

Movie night is cut short when Billy and Eddie both show up to your door in search of compromise.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

somewhat smut = *

smut =**

word count: 4.5k words

disclaimers — eddie’s bruised lil face, billy’s bruised face, no one is beating the living daylights out of the other this time. 😵‍💫 just a lot of ✨ fluff ✨ and you guessed it… ANGST , traumatic flashback, max being a mastermind with her plotting & scheming 👀

“My head is saying ‘Fool, forget him!’, my heart is saying ‘Don’t Let Go’…”

♡

Isabelle Munson is a menace and a half.

It’s obvious that Eddie’s ex wife married him for one thing and one thing only: his money. And, when caught in her web of lies, Isabelle quickly threw him under the bus to cover her trail.

“What, are you trying to take over Hellfire or something?”

It’s no wonder why Eddie freaked out on you like that. The clinginess and need for control over your ‘situationship’ probably set off all the necessary alarms in his head. Even though Eddie probably knew your intentions, he didn’t want to risk the possibility of another Isabelle. After all, she too started as an employee.

POP! Snap! Fizz…

Max pours a can of soda into her ice cold tumbler. She stirs it around before taking a few sips.

"Your boss’s ex wife sounds like a bitch," she comments.

"The biggest bitch," you shake your head. "I’m reading up on all the tea right now."

A paramour for control, Isabelle’s calling to make Hellfire all about her started affecting the work-life balance. So, Eddie sent her to NDA Gentlemen’s Club in order to keep their affairs separate. But then a romantic affair began to brew between Isabelle and Terry, the owner and actual culprit behind the scandal. And of course that opened up another can of worms.

“Why would Isabelle wanna put Eddie behind bars instead of the guy who actually tried to sex traffic her?” Max inquires.

“Terry Hobb was already gonna be arrested,” you discover. “If Eddie went under too, Isabelle would likely be entitled to his assets while he’s locked up. Probably what she wanted all along.”

Framing Eddie for a crime. Something that’s so easy to do in Hawkins.

Like Billy said, Eddie coming from a long line of criminals did NOT help his case. Drug dealer, murderer. Con-man and arsonist. Eddie being someone who trafficked the vulnerable would be easy to believe, especially in a town full of conservative women who were tired of their husbands coming home late — and drenched in glitter.

To bear the Munson name is not exactly a blessing. Even the woman Eddie made a Munson managed to do him dirty.

There’s another kind of wolf that Mom never warned you about: the one dressed in white — the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“This is all so awful,” you swallow hard, finally planting your phone face down onto the kitchen table.

And now Eddie’s business is in jeopardy again. All thanks to two volatile Hargroves who have no sense of self control.

"Why do I feel like there's something there?"

Max brings you back to earth. When you turn, she’s smirking at you.

“What do you mean?” you ask her.

“Oh come on,” Max rolls her eyes. “You seem really bothered by this. And Eddie beat THE LIVING SHIT out of Billy. Doesn’t seem like he does it for just any employee.”

You feel yourself blushing. Not only that but Eddie never fights anybody, period. He’s always called on Henry to do all the dirty work for him.

But Eddie knew about Billy and how powerless he made you feel. Seeing your abuser meandering so comfortably around his establishment was probably the last straw.

“There…might be something,” you confirm. “It’s hard though. Eddie doesn’t wanna commit.”

“Well after a marriage that traumatizing I wouldn’t either,” Max shrugs. “I’d be deathly afraid of women for the rest of my life.”

She walks over to grab the two bowls of popcorn that you guys heated up for everybody. You two, along with Vicky and Robin, are having a movie night to wind down from all the chaos. Tonight’s choice is Grease.

"Alright kiddos, camp is almost set up!" Robin dances her way into the kitchen. "We ready for some Grease Lightnin'?"

Max swoons as she adds some more key ingredients to her popcorn. "Hell yeah! Love me some Travolta and showtunes."

“What are you doing?” Robin asks, watching your sister douse your shared popcorn bowl with cayenne pepper and lime.

“A lil California spin on mine and Sissy's popcorn,” Max shrugs. “A squeeze of lime and some tajín. Well — cayenne pepper — since we don’t have any."

“That’s outrageous.”

“Wait till you see what we do with street corn,” you gush, dreaming about elote.

“Oh god…” Robin goes pale white.

“No really, Robin! It’s pretty good,” you insist.

“Not that!” Robin shakes her head. She points out the window. “That…”

You turn in the direction that Robin points in, which is outside towards the street.

Billy.

“Billy,” you gasp silently.

Your brother is parked along the curb, climbing out of his rental car with a little pep in his step. You watch as he checks his, relatively bruised, appearance, tugging at his hair and giving his clothes one last pat-down before making his way over.

Concerned footsteps dart their way into the kitchen. Vicky looks just as mortified as Robin.

"Do y'all see this?" Vicky questions.

Everyone nods to validate.

"How does Billy know where we live?!" you demand turning to the only other person here who has his phone number.

Guilt spreads across Max's face. As mortified as you are, you can't blame her. The fucked up parts of yourself would've done the same thing. You and Billy were in dire need of a heart to heart.

"You guys need to talk," Max explains what you're thinking. "I'm not letting him leave without at least a word or two. He agreed to be civil when I texted him."

"Thanks," you mumble. "I would've done the same."

Anyone who didn't fully understand the dynamic would've thought you and Max were crazy. But there is a part of you that will always love Billy.

Billy’s getting closer now. You can hear him clearing his throat from outside.

“So are we going to need the fire department too?” Robin asks, phone readily in hand.

“Most likely,” Vicky shrugs.

“No one’s calling anybody,” you instruct. “At least not yet. Let’s just see what he wants first.”

Billy's at the door now and you have no choice but to answer. You swing it open before he could even get a knock in, knuckle floating in mid-air but slowly drifting back down when he sees you in front of him.

Your big brother. At least by two minutes.

“Sup,” Billy greets you, almost jokingly. He flashes you a peace sign. Hi. I come in peace.

“You look awful.”

“Yeah, mosh pits aren’t really my scene,” he takes a sly jab at Eddie.

He requests entry into your new humble abode to which you deny. Billy backs down without question. So instead you walk out into the porch and close the door behind you.

“Before you press charges,” you preface. “I just want you to know how hardworking, kind, and empathetic Eddie i-”

Billy stops you with a raised hand. “I’m not…pressing charges.”

You’re almost stunned. “You…you’re not?”

“No,” Billy’s eyes are sullen. “I started it.”

“Eddie threw the first punch,” you point out. “If anything all you did was provoke him, which obviously won’t hold up well for him in court-”

“I…” Billy insists. “…started it.”

You don’t question it anymore because you can sense aggression brewing. And you preferred to talk to Billy when he’s calm like this.

Both of you take a seat right on the porch stairs. You can feel Vicky, Robin, and Max staring from inside.

“I deserved it,” Billy shakes his head. “And everything else coming to me for what I’ve done.”

“You don’t deserve it,” you try to convince him — and even yourself — of what you’re saying.

“YOU don’t even believe that,” Billy says, seeing through the bullshit. “Just fucking save it, okay?”

It's not like you can deny it any longer. Billy is the reason why you and Max are in this situation.

“I could’ve killed Max if I had been any more careless,” Billy grieves. “All because, what, she threw a box at me? And punched a hole in the wall because I said shit that made her do it. What I did made me lose everything I had left. Made me lose you guys."

Accountability, that's the first step. You turn away from him, refusing to believe this new change of heart.

"I didn’t honor your wishes to be left alone or at least given a little space..." he continues. "Showed up to your safe space and overstayed my welcome. And it blew up in front of me. Probably shattered my septum too."

"Do you see now?" you choke. "Do you see why we can't live with each other?"

"I'm sure we can, we just gotta change our ways."

"We've been trying to change our ways since Dad and Sue left!" you hiss. "Since Mom died, since the first crack in the glass. We change, but it just evolves into something worse."

Crickets on Billy's end. You can tell he's sitting with the words, no matter how uncomfortable they feel. But that alone is another big step.

You turn to stroke his face. He closes his eyes in dismay, soaking in all the affection radiating off your delicate, trembling hands.

“Look at what we do to each other, Billy," you plead. "It's not like this when we're apart."

Billy opens his eyes. They’re glistening with tears.

You fill him in on the friends you've made in Hawkins. How much your bank account grew. The payments you’ve caught up on since stripping at Hellfire. How you and Max sleep comfortably through the night. After what seems like forever.

Life is beautiful without Billy. As much as you didn’t want that to be true.

Billy finally speaks again. “What happened to us?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. “And until we can both get our shit together, we need to stay away from each other.”

And now it’s 1998. You and Billy are four years old, playing tug-o-war over the last chocolate chip cookie in the jar.

CRASH! went the jar when it fell to the floor.

You’re both in trouble now. Or so you thought.

Billy ended up winning this round, scurrying off with the cookie while you attempted to sweep the broken shards of glass away. But knowing Billy had gotten a beating several days prior — it was BAD this time — you decided to take all the blame.

“Say ‘Sorry Daddy’ right now,” your father ordered after three aggressive spanks to your backside.

Bent across his lap, you bite your tongue as he issues two more spanks with his large, calloused hands. It was sure to leave a mark.

“SAY IT,” Dad roared.

But you weren’t sorry. So it came out strained.

“‘m sorry Daddy,” you sniff. “And I’m sorry… Billy.”

The last word wasn’t worth it. It was never worth it.

Your buttcheeks were burning, eyes stinging with salty, resentful tears as Dad continued to use you as an outlet for his rage. When you thought it was over, Dad chucked you off his lap, pulling you by the hair to toss you against the wall like it was some dodgeball game at the Y.

Billy’s eyes watched in horror. Your eyes burned into his as he poked his curious head out from the wall he was hiding behind.

“Doing it for you,” you mouthed to him.

Later that night, your bruised behind hobbled side to side to your shared room after your bedtime routine. To your pleasant surprise, there was something waiting for you on a small plate at the foot of your bed.

The last chocolate chip cookie.

You and Billy never apologized to each other back then. So acts of service like saving each other the last sweet treat made for a good alternative.

Billy walked over to you as you fawned over the last cookie. You turned to him in disbelief.

“I thought you ate it,” you smiled.

“No, I was saving it,” Billy lied. “All for you, Sissy.”

“It used to be us against the world,” Billy recalls. “As cheesy as that shit sounds.”

“But now it’s just...not,” you point out. “We just can’t be in each other’s lives. We gotta love each other from afar, Billy. At least until we can figure out how to be civil with each other.”

Billy doesn’t speak for a while. Instead he takes a look around the neighborhood. The tall trees that decorate the telephone poles. The flat land that perfectly accentuates the edge of the horizon. The fresh air, slightly corrupted with the overpowering scent of Marlboro. It’s no quaint beach town, but there was something about it that screamed “home” in no way San Diego can.

“Are you sure this is something you wanna do?” Billy questions you, referring to your job. “It’s not a safe gig, sis.”

“I can handle it,” you insist. “It’s temporary anyways.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” he sighs. “But I’m proud of you… ass and tits out and all.”

“Gee thanks,” you joke as you nudge him. “I’m glad I have your approval.”

After a while, you two finally stand up and make your way inside. Max is reluctant to walk towards Billy when he walks in, but that same invisible cord inclines her to do so anyway.

“You still don’t like me, huh?” Billy infers.

Max crosses her arms. “How can I?”

A timid smile forms across Billy’s face. “But you don’t hate me?”

Max repeats her sentiment. “How can I?”

She runs to him and snakes her arms tightly around his waist and he swings her around. Max giggles like a child when he playfully ruffles her hair.

“Seriously, how can I?” she questions. “I’d really like to take an expert class on how to hate you.”

Billy chuckles. “You need money for school books?”

“No, Sis got me on that.”

“Of course she does,” Billy says, peering over at you. “You’re in good hands.”

You formally introduce your brother to Robin and Vicky but it’s an awkward ordeal. Can't expect your good friends to get along with the person whose choked you out on multiple occasions throughout most of your life. Slapped you around as well. Pulled your hair and tainted your body black and blue. Calls you "bitch" and "slut" wherever he sees fit. But still loves you with everything he's got. And you, him.

Trauma is a weird thing.

Billy didn’t intend to stay for long, so he sees himself out shortly after that.

“Alright, I’ll text you when I leave,” Billy announces. “Call me. Please. If you two need anything.”

“Okay,” you smile. “We’ll be sure to answer this time too whenever you call.”

Billy gives you a half-assed salute as he swings the door open. He nearly shifts himself backwards when an unexpected surprise greets him at the door.

Eddie.

Standing 5-foot-10 with a face full of contusions and cat-like scratches is your boss. Eddie cringes when he sees Billy, eliciting a similar reaction from your brother the moment they register each other.

The silence is deafening.

There’s an urge to pick up where they left off, but both men refrain from doing so for your sake. Billy stomps off, shaking his head without meeting Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie turns to you. Waits until Billy is out of earshot to speak.

“You’re right about your brother being a douche."

You laugh. Eddie gives you that puppy dog pout with his chocolate brown eyes. You want to forget about him so bad. You want to let him go. But your heart is yearning for more.

“Do you still hate me?”

“Kinda,” you shrug. “But less so by the minute.”

“I deserved that.”

You can’t help it anymore. Eddie tries his best not to wince when you fall into him, wrapping your arm around his waist and burying your head in his chest.

He rubs your back gently before ruffling your hair. Then he plants a gentle kiss onto your forehead. It launches you into squeezing him tighter.

“You okay?” he mumbles.

You nod into his chest and he strokes your hair, allowing you all the time you need to let you guard down.

“How long is he staying in town?”

“Forgot to ask,” you answer him honestly. “Probably not for long.”

“You should board up your windows just in case,” Eddie says half-jokingly. “Install a few more locks. Probably a few cameras.”

You tsk. “Okay, I don’t think I need to get that carried away.”

“Fine,” Eddie shrugs. “Of course I can always stay the night too.”

His fingers dance up the small of your back, causing you to inhale sharply out of arousal.

“Protect you a lil more…” he continues.

“Yeah I don’t think so, Munson,” Robin clears her throat, knowingly interrupting the sappy moment you’re sharing. “Movie night is for the girls only.”

“You know I can always leave it to you to cock-block, Buckley,” Eddie laughs. It’s a reminiscent one. “Thought your silhouette looked familiar at Hellfire.”

Your eyes dart between them both.

“You guys know each other?!”

“We all went to school together,” Vicky explains, coming back into sight as well. “The three of us were all in the same band class at one point.”

“Until ‘Dungeons’ over here thought he was too cool for us,” Robin adds. “And started his own band.”

“I was always a lil eccentric, wasn’t I?” Eddie winks. “Thanks for remembering. Though Corroded Coffin is all a distant memory now.”

“So that means you guys went to school with Steve too?” you direct your question towards Robin and Vicky.

Vicky raises an eyebrow. “Steve? Like… Steve Steve? Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?”

“You know King Steve?” Robin scoffs, completely baffled. She crosses her arms in amusement.

“Oh she knows King Steve,” Eddie smirks. “Knows him real well.”

“Jealous much?” you quip.

“I plead the fifth,” Eddie mutters.

“And I plead that we all know less and less about each other,” Max sighs. You almost forget that she’s there. “If you’ll excuse me.”

The girlfriends follow Max back into their room to continue with movie night. Now you’re left alone again with Eddie.

You stare up at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a couple ruffled feathers, I’ll be fine,” he dismisses your concern.

"You've got a great deal of damage control to do when we go back.”

“Eh,” Eddie shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time my business was in trouble.”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“And for as long as you’re along for the ride? This probably won’t be my last.”

“Swinging at my estranged family members, my hero my hero,” you joke, finding yourself leaning into him further.

And then you kiss him. It's your first advance in a while that Eddie doesn't shy away from. He kisses you back, with an ignited passion that surpasses even the electricity from Saturday in his van. It's an aching, and a longing.

His lips interlace ever so comfortably with yours. He's missed you so. And you missed him too. Even when you were being irrationally jealous over Nina.

“Gettin’ me in so much trouble, Hargrove,” Eddie grazes your back as he slowly pulls away.

And your eyes can’t help but trail down to his hands. Knuckles bloody, fingers absent of any rings for once, tan lines on all but one special finger.

“Did you love Isabelle?”

Eddie stares at you like you’re insane.

"Of course I did,” he insists. “She was my wife. There were some warning signs that she was after my money though, but I was too stubborn to believe it was true.”

You nod.

"But now you know," Eddie grins in exhaustion. “Now you know why I’m guarded. Because like you, even Isabelle looked like a dream”. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as he mumbles, “Too good to be true.”

Your heart shatters for him.

“You need to start saying what’s really on your mind,” you say to him. “Speaking up, asking for help. I’m tired of watching you fight battles alone.”

“Then don’t look,” Eddie jokes. One second later and he’s back to being serious. “It’s pretty hard to trust people when they prove to you time and time again why you shouldn’t.”

He steals some popcorn from your bowl, tossing it up into the air. It successfully lands in his mouth.

“Besides. I’ve come this far without anyone, but Wayne’s, help. And I turned out fine.”

You glare at him.

“Couple scrapes and bruises,” he continues, alluding to his scuffle with Billy. “But I’m fine.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Eddie offers you a look.

“What, you think I’m bluffing?”

“No,” the pitch in your voice heightens. “I just think…a healed person would let a little love in.”

Then those sad doe eyes meet you again, the kind of gaze that would cause anyone to go weak in the knees. You swallow hard.

“Please be patient with me,” Eddie mumbles. “I’m really trying.”

“I know you are,” you rub his arm. “We don’t have to rush into anything.”

You both lean into each other again, the need to have and be with each other a palpable energy between your torsos. You beam up at him as you run your fingers down his hair.

“I am ready for something though,” Eddie proposes. “I’d like to keep whatever this is going.”

“I’d like that too,” you heart begins to flutter.

You picture yourself grocery shopping at Meijer with Eddie. He’d push for you to buy desserts, but you’d remind him that he needs veggies in his life. You see yourselves going to the pumpkin patch as autumn approaches and taking goofy Polaroids by the scarecrows. And it’s like he’s already in front of you on Christmas, his tongue poking out slightly — like it always does when he’s deeply focused on something — as he fixates on making his gingerbread house a gingerbread home. And when the ball drops on New Year’s Eve, he is going to be your kiss, dipping you like the one sailor did with the nurse in that one iconic picture of the world war being over. And then you two would recreate that same pose when you take him back home to experience a San Diego summer.

A romance for the books.

“Just…sex and quickies all the time!” Eddie speaks, instantly yanking you out of your daydream. “Smoking together…asking each other about our day…cuddling, in the nude…”

Suddenly, Eddie’s cock-blocked himself with his fantasy that he revealed to you. The familiar tinge in your chest returns again.

“Oh…hooking up is what you meant,” you nod.

“Duh, what else?”

You swallow hard again. So now you know what this is all about. You know now what he really saw when he looked at you.

“So… just purely sex. I gotcha.”

“Whoa, don’t put it like that,” Eddie grimaces. “It sounds bad. We’ll get to the titles eventually, I just gotta dip my toes in first.”

“I don’t want you dipping any of you in anything,” you glare at him with disgust. “Sorry but for a while I thought you liked me for me.”

“I do, Shy Girl,” Eddie insists. “I’m just not ready for titles yet. We literally just got done talking about that.”

“Oh, but you wanna keep me around as a fuck doll, that’s it?”

“Don’t act like you don’t have needs yourself…” he protests.

“Yeah and Steve is meeting those needs,” you hiss. “The reason I’m bouncing between you guys is because Steve is my fuck buddy, but I’m willing to let him go if you want to be exclusive with me. Which I don’t get why you won’t call it exclusive if that’s theoretically the case.”

But should’ve known Eddie only saw you as a booty call. You two hang out at nighttime, flirt, and touch each other too often for that to not be a case. And, of course, when something else catches his eyes, Eddie moves on and simply pays you no mind.

“I thought you saw this going somewhere,” you scoff as you cross your arms. “Beyond a mattress and the back of your van.”

“I thought I saw this going somewhere too,” Eddie shrugs bitterly. “But now that you mention it, someone who is always questioning my intentions without letting me explain myself doesn’t deserve the title anyways.”

Could Eddie stomp on your heart any more?

Did he just expect you to wait around for him? Did he expect you to run around with ‘Reserved For Eddie’ while he decided how much of himself to give you on whatever day? None of it is fair. But Eddie doesn’t play fair. He just calls the shots, as always.

And to think the two of you would come to any sort of compromise tonight.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

“Hargr-”

“Good…night… Eddie.”

“The power you’re supplying… it’s electrifying.”

Defeated, you end up excusing yourself from the rest of movie night and lugging yourself to your room. Max is in the room too, a huge surprise considering John Travolta was metaphorically a room over.

“Oh she is cuuute,” Max raves.

She’s talking about the red lingerie set from Nocturna, you realize when you drag your feet into your room.

“Thanks,” you shrug sheepishly, taking the set back from jet. “Eddie bought it for me to wear actually.”

You take the set in your hands and smooth it out just a little. It’s such a pretty set. Now it’s just collecting dust, a shame because you loved how amazing you looked and felt in it.

“Why don’t you wear it to Hellfire?” Max suggests. “I’m sure Henry would love it if you did for his dance in a couple days.”

“You want me to wear it for Henry?” you scoff. “That’s a no. Eddie doesn’t wanna see me wearing that specific set for anyone else but him.”

“Hmmm,” Max thinks. “We’re talking about the same Eddie. Right? Eddie ‘Non-Committal’ Munson?”

You smirk. She smirks. Your sister is a genius.

If Eddie truly doesn’t want to commit to you and make you his, then there is no need for you to commit to him either.

And the DEVIL WOMAN set is clearly no exception. There’s no need for a hot outfit like that to go to waste.

“I’m picking up what you’re putting down…” you grin, a rather wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing grin.

Max rubs her evil little fingers together. “Figured you might.”

“TELL ME ABOUT IT!” you two hear Robin and Vicky yell from their room. “STUD!”

And ‘You’re The One That I Want’ starts blaring through the speakers.

Its a shame that you and Max were missing your favorite part of the entire movie. But you two have your own revenge plot in the works.

And you, you’ve got your own dance number to practice. A dance for the One that you want. In this case, it’s Henry.

“You better shape up because I need a man. And my heart is set on you.”

Oh Eddie…

Let the mental gymnastics begin.

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author's note: when eddie goes low, shy girl goes lower…. do you guys think eddie will be mad seeing shy girl dancing for henry in the red set he bought her? 🤔😈

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dancingdonatello · 2 years

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Would you consider a part two of the sleeping with Donnie fic where he figures out all reader wanted was to fully cuddle and he like. Pulls them into another one because he wants to give them what they need in the relationship

donnie x gn reader - part two of part one

April: so………!! did it happen :D

April: did you two finally cuddle through the entire night!!!!!!

You snorted. April had always been nosy. Well, you were dating her pseudo brother. Also… you had no one else to talk to about your turtle mutant boyfriend. Luckily, April was no snitch. Or at least you hoped. So you began to write back.

you: yep! only took some expert planning and|

You went to type more but your phone froze. You groaned and threw it to the floor before wincing at the crack that rang throughout Donnie’s empty room. That most likely did not help your poor phone.

Your phone had been glitching and freezing for the past few months but you were too lazy to go buy another one. So you kept bringing it back to Donnie for short term repairs until your phone could no longer even turn on. The perks of having a genius turtle boyfriend.

You picked it off the floor and left Donnie’s room to find him in his lab, hunched over a new project. Your phone would probably have to wait but you better put it on the wait list before his brothers broke something too.

“Donnie! My phone keeps freezing!” You complained, waving it around even though he didn’t look up. “Can you fix it later when you’re done?”

“Mhm,” he replied just before a loud drilling noise filled his lab. You scurried away, eyebrows furrowed as the noise sent pain throughout your skull. And that was one of the downfalls of having a genius turtle boyfriend.

You returned to his bed, feeling around for the remote. You pointed it at his flatscreen TV and ran through the channels. As always, nothing was on. You settled for Animal Planet. Maybe they’d have some turtle flirting tips or something.

Donnie walked in to you watching sea worms.

“Did you know worms sword fight with their dicks?” You asked, your attention finally being pulled away from the TV. Donnie looked unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest. “We should try.”

“Do I look like a worm to you? No thanks.” He walked foreward and took your phone from your hand. “So it keeps freezing?”

“Usually on text messages.” You pointed to the screen, April’s name displayed at the top. “I dunno if my phone just can’t handle texts anymore or what. It’s just annoying at this point.”

“Have you tried turning it off and on again?” He motioned with his hand for you to follow.

“I’m not that stupid, Don!” You grabbed his hand and he only partly flinched. Definitely a win in your book.

“Hmph, I’m just covering all bases.” Donnie looked over your phone, eyes trailing left to right. “No cracks, it doesn’t look like you clicked on any suspicious links since you were texting April, and the screen seems fine.. except for the crack in the middle. Is that new?” You pretended you didn’t hear that last part.

He stopped in his lab, squinting at the screen. You felt a sudden shift in his mood.

“You must leave.” He let go of your hand shooed you from his lab with a hand on your back to gently push you. You stood, shocked, outside as he turned and shut the door without a single glance back. He usually let you watch over his shoulder or, if there were sparks, a few feet away for safety.

But your phone? Fixing your phone wasn’t going to involve explosions or toxins or whatever dangerous chemical Donnie could probably name. You woefully trudged away, hoping he was just in a bad mood and not mad at you.

You face planted into the couch. After a few moments, the handle of a sword prodded you in the side and you turned your head to look up at the culprit. “Leo, why do you have your sword out in your living room?”

“Sword of because of you,” Leo huffed out. “Who knows when you’ll stab Donnie in the back?”

“Shut up!” Mikey called out from somewhere.

“Just kidding!” Leo grinned, jumping over the couch and landing on your back. You let out a pained groan. “I’m not that jealous of you. I have my sword because—”

“Leo, Donnie hates me.” Your lip wobbled.

“As I was saying, I have my sword—”

“What am I supposed to do?!”

“Ugh.” Leo rubbed a hand down his face. “Get him flowers or somethin’. I dunno. He likes flowers. Maybe. Uh. Actually maybe not.”

That… was a great idea. But you’d have to talk to Donnie to figure that out. You steeled your nerves and pushed Leo off of you to walk to his lab.

You had to do this for the fate of your relationship. You raised your fist to knock but the door raised before you could knock.

“Just the person I was going to see!”

Donnie lifted you into his arms and you immediately melted into him. He was actually holding you. Without you asking or initiating it. Your mind almost exploded, but you wouldn’t have been able to experience this moment if it did so you held it together. Maybe he wasn’t mad after all. But it would never hurt to get him flowers in case he was. You held onto him desperately.

“Donnie…”

“You’ll never believe what I’ve been doing. So while I was trying to think of what was wrong with your phone, I read over your and April’s texts and realized you’ve been wanting to be more… ugh, touchy. It helped me realize that maybe I haven’t been as… touchy as the average boyfriend would be—”

“Donnie, what are your favorite flowers?” You sniffled, mournfully thinking of every flower shop in New York as he settled down into his chair with you in his lap. You were in his lap… You needed to get flowers pronto so this had the chance of happening again.

“—so that’s when I looked up—Wait, what? Um, sunflowers, I guess, but only because they follow the sun and you’d never think flowers would be able to—… Enough about flowers. As I was saying, that’s when I looked up the average time spent cuddling per couple in the United States of America!”

Donnie spins in his chair to slap at his keyboard. The monitor lights up from its idle darkened screen and shows you a spreadsheet filled with numbers. You lean in, squinting to try and see what in the world was going on.

“You see here—” He points to the screen, “—it says the average time spent cuddling is 30-40 minutes three or four times a week, but of course that may be pre OR post coital and who is to say if one of them is sick or not? Or what if they’re on their death bed? There are just so many possibilities! So I did some more research, looking into more scenarios and conditions, and voilá!”

“…” You pressed a hand to your head. You felt dizzy.

“Ah hem,” he cleared his throat and gestured in a grand motion to the screen again. “Voilá!”

“Don, what am I looking at?”

“Sigh.” He patted your head in pity. “This, my dear lover, is a completed spread sheet of the average time spent cuddling around the world with each possible scenario planned out and recorded. With this, we can become more powerful than the average cuddling couple! Did you know, when two people cuddle, they become more bonded and much more relaxed towards each other? It also boosts your immune system.”

You yawned.

“Don’t yawn at me! Now, do you prefer this or horizontal cuddling?” Donnie squeezed you to his chest, and you felt like your heart could burst. He reached down and pulled a lever, making the back of his chair lower dramatically fast. You almost shouted in alarm but Donnie tightened his hold so you wouldn’t be jostled too badly. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Uh, yes!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed back. You rubbed your cheek against his shoulder, your fingers indenting his skin with the tight hold you had him. You hesitated for a second. “But… if you’re uncomfortable, I get it. We can be below the average couple in cuddling, I don’t mind. Just once in a while is all I ask.”

“Well, you watch silly movies you don’t want to watch with me and my brothers every week and it makes me happy. So, I’ll cuddle with you and make you happy. That’s how a relationship works, right?”

“Since when were you all mushy and caring if people were happy or not?” You teased him, pushing back from him a little to look directly at him. “Sounds like you have a crush on me or something. Yuck.”

Donnie rolled his eyes, tilting his head back towards the ceiling as he begun to smirk. “Looks like someone doesn’t want their phone fixed after all.”

“Hey, wait! I didn’t mean it!”

ty for the ask 👍 quickest ive ever written i think

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doublekanble · 3 months

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deer (after the car crashed)

Alastor/reader (gnc)

romantic

word count: 4.7k

Or, a confession, (somewhat) note: not nesnecessarily connected, but IS written in the spirit of deer (iahl). someone said p2 where he confessed and i thought 'he would've never, he would do every romantic thing in the book and cry over your dead body but he will never ask you out. reader got hurt, non-descriptive as i am but a silly guy, very possibly wrong description of a little medical things.

The gramophone in the corner of your room play a tune that he himself isn’t exactly fond of, but didn’t exactly hate. It’s been your favorite ever since you spent more than a month of your wages to win an “online” bidding war for the limited release. As he hum along, he held onto your jaw, fingers sharp and all claws doing its best to not leave so much a scratch on your chin. Just as gently, he let the tip of a thermometer sits on your tongue, and close your mouth.

Finished, but not leaning back, he take a second to look at you, almost a sneer on his face at your state, he trust that by the time you wake up, you can still remember the faces of whoever it is that harmed you. Even if you can’t, he mused, he’ll help you. Hopefully you know how to recognize bones structure. He turn back to the book he left half-way through and pick up where he left off, a book you tried to read several times. Would you let him spoil the ending, he wonder. Reaching for his neat whiskey as he scanned the line printed on yellowed paper, he down it in one go.

(somewhat, Alastor let the thought fester, he also became a culprit. Having time after time parading you by his side, thinking that he can always shelter you)

You’ve always been good at giving books recommendations, despite finishing only a handful of them. You’re also a delight to be around, much more than anyone in the hotel can ever afford to be. Always finding himself around you, adding seconds to minutes to hours, and then when he would check the time, you both would’ve already missed dinner, talking about nothing all the while.

(he would laugh, and you would chuckle, and he offers you meat, and you'd denied. You don’t feel like eating that day, you’d say. That’s how he started checking up on you, even though eating is nothing more than a passing hobby down here in Hell)

Needless to say, you’re his favorite, worming into his heart in such a short amount of time. It’s even much more redundant to even bother insinuating that he might do everything he can just to keep you safe. Having taken enough time to think about the unfamiliar emotions you stirred in his heart, he decided that it’s welcomed to stay for as long as he wants it to. As such, Alastor acquainted himself with the need to make sure you’ll never have to worry about a single missing strand of hair on your head. Always more of a caretaker, he finds it utterly adorable how your nonchalant demeanor always falters under his relentless care. Never the heart to deny it, but never fully accepting it either.

And it should’ve stayed that way, with you blubbering about and tripping over your own words while acting like nothing is wrong, and him hovering over you, grinning as he brush off whatever you gotten onto your clothes that day. But it couldn’t possibly stay that way when you’re lying on your bed wrapped up and unresponsive, unable to even give him an excuse as to why you stumbled back through the front door after what supposed to be a quick errand trip, scaring poor Charlie to death with ugly, gnarling gashes in the shape of long running lines down your arms and several red holes staining your shirt, one logged deeply in your left inner thigh. You would promptly pass out the moment she rush to your side and stays that way for three days and two horrible, grueling night.

He wasn’t even there, staying in his radio tower for the day. Assuming that you’ll come to him if you needed something, he let his shadows rest at the corner of his eyes. Only when Husk burst into the room -furs all frazzled and sweaty- that he knows. When he came down to you, you’re out like a light for at least three hours already, Angel sitting on your bed with two bullet in a red cup sitting at his side. His pink and white gloves stained red, it trembles as he drop yet another one into the cup, then slowly goes back to gently reaching in for another one.

“Can’t afford to work fast, been some months since I hafta pull anything out on my own. Heh.” He laughs to soothe himself, shuddering under his breath. Saying that, Angel makes it clear he doesn’t trust anyone else to do this. The sheets that Nifty changed for you already turning red, the one at the foot of the bed brown. The unfortunate downside to natural healing is that you tend to bleed for a long time until you're stable enough for your meat to reconnect.

(the bottom of his shoes would later step on that same brown, mixing another red into it. He was -and still is- torn open at the thought)

Alastor likes to play up the lie that he doesn’t understand fear or anxiety, pretend that he have never been at the feet of anyone else other than himself. And he would go through the duration of your relationship letting you see him as such. He’s someone you can rely on; someone you can trust with everything you have without the lingering fear that he’ll pull it from under you one day. But you always been individualistic to a degree, it was never a problem before.

(you dislike not knowing where to go and what to say, so you never do anything or say anything that might ruin the perception people have of you. You seems so close off like that, he said. You’re not, you insisted, you’d let anyone you love in as long as they ask)

Briefly, as he seated back onto the armchair now sitting right by your bedside, thermometer back in hand, he ponders about how he must’ve looked to the others when he first step into the room. You yourself are often entertained by the macabre sight of his much more unpleasant form, calling it endearing at times. But the others are much less appreciative of it. They don’t come in that often, anyway, only Nifty and Angel does. It’s not that they don’t care about you, it’s simply that he deemed them completely and utterly useless.

(he wonders when you woke up, will you let him back in, already knows how it'll play out)

Vaggie busied herself with taking care of Charlie, who can’t look at you without bursting into tears. Her weeping heart normally is entertaining to see in action, but an on-edge and scared Charlie is a messy Charlie, and she nearly pour hot water on you and Angel Dust - who hurriedly covered you up with his lanky frame. He appreciate the spider demon extended effort in keeping you safe, having only left to pick out a disc to put back into the gramophone himself.

Through gnashing teeth and a too-wide smile, Alastor asked Vaggie to keep check on her dear partner. And they haven’t been seen near your room since. Promised by Angel to come by and give updates whenever he can.

Nifty’s appearance would be much more erratic. At first, it’s to take away things that Angel stops using, cleaning it up and putting it back to its spot. Then after that, bringing with her tea and biscuits Pentious made and practically begged her to bring to you that would, in turn, sit on the bedside table until her next visit to change the sheets and duvet again. He can tell she’s a bit more bothered by the fact that you’re still bleeding onto the sheets than you being unconscious. She did ask him when you’ll be awake. He doesn’t know.

(he can’t fathom the idea of you pushing him away. but the taste of dirty copper stains the roof of his mouth for the days you wasted away on your bed)

And Angel, much more agitated than anyone else, much more competent than everyone else, grumbles about how hard it is to change your bandages with Alastor hovering over his shoulders. After the 3rd time, he figured the demon would never stop, so he let him keep watch.

Alastor would’ve done it himself, not trusting the spider (or anyone else for that matter) with touching you now that his part in clearing your wounds is done, if not for how his eyes lingers on your right hand, your dominant hand. The one with the tear in the web between your pointer and middle finger, running down by at least 3 centimeters, sewn shut with skills Alastor almost wishes he have. He hates that he fully understood why Angel would be staring down at you with such a miserable expression.

When you’re bleeding finally stable enough so that you don’t need the bandages change as much anymore, Angel would come by with a thermometer, placing it in his hand and asked him to keep check on you and change your bandages if needed while he himself went off to make up for the work he “missed out on”. His phone now finally back in his hand after the constant ringing in the 7th hour nearly cracked Alastor’s patient, left behind with Fat Nuggets.

(Husk would come by one time, on the fourth hour of your rest. Alastor would leave for one. When he came back, Angel doesn’t have the heart to questioned why he reeks, simply chiding him to try and go change)

Holding it in his hand and turning it over, he look at the readings and think you would’ve thanked God for your wounds not being infected, or at least enough to give you a fever. Angel did well. He thinks about how downright disgusting the wounds looked on you despite seeing so much worse in his time. It won’t scar you, but it’ll take more than a week for you to even hold a pen, let alone moving it without any pain. At least it’ll heal. He would’ve killed God if he could.

Returning to his (your) book, he felt a pit forming in his stomach, you’re easy to read, he’ll know what to do once you talk again. Alastor pretends he doesn’t feel fear, but it certainly is much more unpleasant when it’s about someone else. He expected you to wake up soon, if it’s not tomorrow, he doesn’t know how he can hold it back, taste of copper still stuck to his teeth.

It took you five days and five night for you to start opening up your eyes. Six and a half for you to rasped out a weak apology for making him worried, being hand-fed as much water and porridge as possible in between the short sentence before you immediately fell back onto your pillow and sleep for the rest of the day. Angel Dust who was there at the time slipped away to pass out the good news to the rest of the hotel residents.

Despite so, nobody enters the room more than once for rest of the night. In their stead, hand-made paper flowers and get-well-soon cards stays with you on your bedside table. He knows they’re making something else in the main lobby, and it’s absolutely hilarious to him that they think you’ll be able to walk anytime soon to see it yourself. One time, Pentious tail bump the garbage can on his way out, Alastor can feel his terrified gaze, but choosing not to pay the fool any mind. Your right hand in his left, he sit with a glass of whiskey on the rock instead, armchair now sitting next to your bed and facing the bundle of gifts.

(Husk would come in twice before the dawn came to give him two more drink and to give you a lousy card, clearly been made by Charlie in his stead. He waited for Alastor’s permission before placing it on top of the pile with all the others)

At early dawn, he held himself back as you stir awake. Your hand wrapped in his, giving him a squeeze so weak he barely able to feel it. but he felt it nonetheless, and in spite of his wearing sanity, he simply returns the gesture and lifted your hand up to his thinning grin.

“Good morning darling, you gave us quite the scare there. I hope you’re finally awake enough to know where you are?”

Still with that charming tone, but so much smaller and quiet in the room. He waited for your reaction to see how far off you are from consciousness, when the corner of your lip stretches just a bit, he smile with a bit more heart, but it still border on exhaustive. Turning the words sitting on his tongue, back and forth after the relief finally settled, he wonders if it's worth it.

Placing the half-finished whiskeys on your bedside table and accidentally draws your eyes to all of the get-well gift. Not too awake yet, you look back at him with a blank expression and his rotted heart jumps in his chest.

“Ah, those.” he heave a sigh, “They’re from the lots here. You’ve missed a group exercises or two dear.” He leans over you, mindful to not pull your arm with him. Even so, your eyes squinted just a bit, it breaks him more than he’d ever want to admit. “I’d suggest you get used to it though. It’ll be quite some time before you can leave the room.” Borderline on warning you, yet tone still playful, he watches as you breathe and turn your head towards the ceiling, eyes off him.

“…I figured…” You’re so pitiful like this ,he thought as he poured a cup of water for you with one hand, not minding the cards and flowers that fell off in the meantime, they can wait until he’s done with this.

You made a miserable attempt at sitting to take the cup on your own for all of a second before you drop back down with a quiet “oofm”, the bed barely creaks while you seethed and writhed, cursing under your breath, hand finally leaving his to set itself on the soft surface. It’s shaking, your entire body, that is. Briefly, you try to open your right hand, and you stop. Separately, he cursed you and your wretched independence.

“Hurt?”

“I'm surprised I'm still alive…”

“It’s no wonder,” Alastor carefully lifted your head up, bringing the cup to your lips and let you take slow sip as he starts, tone just a tad bit too grating, “you did come crawling back to the hotel with 5 bullet in your torso and more than a few scratches that our fellow spider friend almost can’t handle! Really! I’d be glad to still be breathing if I were you.”

His words almost too fast for someone who just woke up from a week-long coma to get and he knows. But Alastor have been sitting in an armchair that felt one size too small for him for seven days constantly going through your two records and 3 books and reliving the moment he sees you on your bed with your eyes closed shut like a corpse in a casket. So even as he lay your head down and put the cup away, gesture loving and gentle, he still can’t help but to sneer at you.

“It’s almost like you’re trying to die again. You know that if you really wanted to, I would’ve gladly assisted you with leaving this side of the living world. Or the dead! No need for scraping scraps off the road.” He tries to play it off as a joke, laughing a bit to himself. But he knows you know. At the sounds of your beloved song being drown out by his growing static, he tries to keep his composure still. “What was it that got you stumbling through the door like a kicked pup on the road, by the by? Did you got caught in the storm drain picking up daisies? A run-in with a past nemesis? Please, do feel free to share, dear. You were so eager to run off on your own with that little errand of yours without a word to me after all.”

It's something that he compels you to do early on when he started taking you out with him. Simply inform him when you planned to leave the hotel alone, especially if it was to some much fouler part of the Pride Ring. Let alone the trail of dried blood that Husk traced after was irritatingly far from the hotel. You didn’t just stumble into the hotel on your last leg, you dragged yourself back to him one coin from your death bed.

It's been seven days, and the taste of copper still lingers. Alastor is not a patient man, but he likes to think he tried his best to be, especially with you. But the more you stay silent without even facing him, the more he can feel his self-restraints pulling at the seams, so close to breaking.

“That’s not funny, Alastor.”

Without time to even mourn the façade he plays up for you that long since crumbled to dust, Alastor hovers over you, fingers digs and tears at the sheet. It’s a habit grown bad, the way he defaults to less-than-vague threatening gestures and mocking words the moment he feels too vulnerable, something you picked up on naturally and never bothered poking him with. But the more he lingers by your side, the more he’s aware that he simply cannot just do that to you, someone who can freely walk off from him. And with his growing need to keep you by his side, you would more likely be hurt by him than anyone else in all of Hell.

“It never was supposed to be, dear. Now, do I have to pry it out of you or do you want to tell me why?”

For seven days and six nights have he been thinking. If he learns to keep you somewhere no one else can see you, Alastor would’ve never found you on the stained bed with bullets decorating your innards.

(this anger should’ve never been directed towards you, but somewhere deep in his wretched, rotted heart, he thought that you should’ve stayed away in the first place, he begged that you yell at him so he can finally leave you alone)

And Alastor would’ve gone on, would’ve said something even more nasty to pull some kind of reaction out of you, but you, with your eyes looking out what part of the window that the curtain haven’t covered up and a voice so small he can hold in one hand. Almost like you’re sorry.

“They say it’s because I know you.”

And he let himself fall by the foot of your bed.

It’s a snicker at first, then a chuckle, then he start to laugh. And he keeps laughing as his claws pulls at the sheets and left marks just as ugly as it was on your arms. Claws as sharp as the one that have dug itself into you, now tearing lines into your duvet and sheets and bedding and open up scars. But your warmth grows apparent as your trembling fingers held onto his claws. And despairingly, he held onto you.

Even though he already know, even though he was frantically getting into your face and forcing you to confirmed what he learned by the middle of the fifth hour. Alastor still feel a horrible sense of defeat washes over him as he held tightly onto your right hand, the information’s utterly revolting, coming directly from you.

And even knowing that he’s hurting you, he still refuses to let go as your bandages slowly bleeds red. Promises to himself that if you let go, he will. And when your other hand reaches over, your breathing’s heavy, he prayed you’d pry his hands off yours. And when you didn’t. It takes everything he have to not lock you away forever and never letting you out.

“I don’t want to bother you so much. It wasn’t even supposed to be that far of a trip, but I panicked and didn't realized they were leading me from the hotel…” you paused, wanting to go on but wasn’t sure how to soothe him while the implication kills him. Just what sort of godly deeds did he ever do throughout his life and death to have you by his side? And just what sort of unearthly karma is placed upon you for you to be stuck by his?

You know this happened because of your ties to him, but there’s not a lick of anger from your end as you give him the time and privacy he barely granted you to collect himself. And as time pass on without a word from both side, you start to drift off, still beyond tired even after the long rest. But he can feel your hands still holding onto his. Oh, what a pair, you and him. An idiot that refuses to leave and a dog that can’t let go. The last song plays before he needs to reset the needle as he gather the strength to clear his throat and break the silence.

“I’m sorry dear, I-,” He rasped out, voice strained and unsteady, having laughed himself raw, it sounded as if he’s the one that just came back from the death. “I know you won’t be gone for long, but I simply just-“ neither the gun or bullets he held in his hand at that time are made with Angelic metals, they would beg and cry out to him. The bastards couldn’t have afforded enough to spare you any. But it doesn’t do well to quench the pain in his heart, neither would it let the wound on your body heal any faster.

He laugh a light and airy laugh, unable to tell you what you already know. “I must beg for your forgiveness mon cher. It seems I simply can’t handle the idea of being parted from you for too long anymore.”

(like mocking, beloved, but shouldn’t have never been his, you shouldn’t have gotten stuck with a rotting corpse of a deer chained to a tree, but he doesn’t want to let you go just yet, so you’re his)

“That was genuinely shitty of you.” Right to the point. Despite you letting him hanging onto you so desperately, despite holding onto him so kindly, you never bothered to mince your word, more than exasperated, almost like you’re scolding a child. “I know you said that because you’re upset too. But if you were anyone else, I would’ve actually just, kick you out.”

Dragging himself up, careful to keep your wounds from flaring up with any more pain than it already had, he sits right next to you, bringing himself closer to your face and placing your right hand into his lap, almost like croaking, the static in his voice comes in and out. “I know, dear. Whatever it is I can do to make amends. I will.” He will leave if you asked him to, if only Alastor is anything else but a selfish dog, he will never let you know.

“I don’t want you to fix anything, Al. Just-“ he relaxed his grip, hearing you called him like that again, in such a voice, something blooms inside him again, he mourned your fate. “try to not do that again, yeah? It feels like shit waking up after all of that and then getting yell at.”

Chuckling humorlessly, of course you would ask for something so simple. He lie down next to you, storing the little mundane sight of your much more relaxed face so close to his off into the back of his head. “Of course, my dear. I vowed with all of my heart, or- whatever’s left of it.” Something like this will never, ever happened again. Not as long as he’s still breathing. And you, too eager to place the unfortunate incident behind you, but too worn out to laugh along, you simply smiles and close your eyes, face flushes red.

“Whatever you say, fucking dork…”

“Oh, such ghastly insults! How will I ever survive?” he turns over and lie on his stomach, hand holding up his head while leaning over you, play with your unkempt hair like a maiden in love. “And right after I spent my days keeping over you! What a heartbreaker you truly are, darling. I wonder what dear old Charlie would say to such a foul mouth?”

Your mouth open for a bit, then screwed itself shut, words failed to form as you try to hold in a giggle at his antics. Despite your gramophone still playing the same set of songs since last week, his heart finally get to rest when the atmosphere in your room grows much brighter. For your sake, he let you find your footing while brushing bangs into your face. Your breathing is still heavy, tinged with pain and what else that will surely follow you for the next gruesome month, but at least you’re laughing.

And then, as if on loose tongue, you stop him dead in his track. “Why do you call me that?”

Alastor froze, the claws dancing on your forehead moved to held onto the side of it, nearly nicked you in the process. He forced you to face him.

“Do enlighten me darling. What do I call you?”

“Like that.”

He raised an eyebrow.

(you’re silly, but not clueless. He knows you’re smarter than this. But then again, he doesn’t know if you know he’s yours just yet)

“ Y’know… like-“ impossibly, affectionately, you’re much redder than he’d ever seen you, now stumbling over your words, “like…darling?”

“Yes, dear~?” without missing a beat, he replied.

“You b-! Argh…”

(he could get used to this)

You nearly sat up, then immediately quiet down and seethe at him through your teeth. He laugh in returns and pat your cheek affectionately. “You ought to be more careful dearest~! At this rate, you’ll be here for-“

“Stop that!” your roar, something akin to a small kit, voice barely able to stay steady enough to comprehend. “You know what I’m trying to say! I don’t get it!”

He smiles, hand going back to messing with your hair. “I do not get what you’re trying to implied,” baring his teeth while you gritted yours, “sweetheart~”

(a rotting piece of meat, sitting next to a flowerbed, what a sight you two made)

It’s endearing how hard you try to act upset, with your smiles barely differentiate from a grimace and eyes that refused to look at him. “They’re pet name, Al.” he lift your chin towards him, kicking his feet in the air. “It’s personal, isn’t it? You don’t call anyone else that either…” you’re finally starting to gawk the distance between you and everyone else from his eyes. Better late than never, as his mother always told him.

“Correct! You’re such a charming little thing, trust me, but it’s honestly rather demoralizing waiting for you to pick up on it dear! I thought it would’ve taken much quicker, let alone it took until you climbed out of Hades gate to realized.”

“Pick up on what??”

“What do you think?”

"...That you...see me as a pet???"

(he hope you won’t pick up on the smell)

He knows you enough to know you will never let yourself say it out loud until he does. But Alastor is nothing but a patient man. Grin stretching across his face, he pecks your forehead and lifted himself off the bed as you can do nothing else but to loudly protested him. He sings to you as he open the door, “I’ll be seeing you in a bit mon chéri, so do feel free to rest a bit more. We shouldn’t keep the others hanging over this good news!”

“I swear to GOD I will kill you with my bare hands Alastor!”

“Ooh how exciting! I’ll be waiting for that day then. If you can get out of bed by the next month that is!”

Your yelling cut off the moment he’s gone from sight, you’re surely processing it all now. What an exciting thought.

Alastor would’ve rather you two have this conversation under any other scenario, but really, you don’t get to be too picky. He prance off as midday approached, planning on showing you the bones he kept in a box on top of his fireplace later on.

(he hope you’ll learn to live with the contorting shadow that’ll be walking along with you from now on. He might be a dead corpse dragging itself along, but as long as you would let him. You’ll be right by his side)

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshot #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel alastor #cut a work call short so i can finished this actually #splatoon dlc drop tomorrow so i have no time #wrote 3.5k in a day...

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yxngbxkkie · 10 months

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anything for you (k.s)

helllo, my loves! i hope everyone is having a wonderful day/evening. are we ready for the next part of my skz street racer series?? i absolutely love this fic 🥹 it's so adorable, and seungmin is 😩 happy readings 💓

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

"You did it!" You squeal, running towards your boyfriend, Kim Seungmin.

Seungmin catches you after you jump into his open arms. He swings you around as your arms wrap around his neck. "Thank you for being here," he whispers into your ear, tightening his grip on you.

He sets you back on your feet before leaning down to kiss you. One of your hands rests on the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the small hairs.

"Of course I'd be here. It's your big race, baby," you chuckle, placing a few kisses on both of his cheeks. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Seungmin smiles fondly at you, bringing a hand to your cheek. He strokes it before he gently pinches it. "I love you so much, baby," he breathes out, capturing your lips in another kiss.

"I love you too, Seungmin. So fucking much," you grin, lacing his hands with yours.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when someone slaps their hand on the table. You jump in your seat, quickly glancing towards the culprit.

Suyeon smiles at you while sitting in the seat across from yours. "Finally, I got your damn attention," she laughs, shrugging her bag off of her shoulders. "What were you thinking about?"

"It's nothing," you brush off the topic, not wanting to open that can of worms. "Work's just been crazy."

Your friend flags a waiter over to your table before she meets your gaze. "Has it really? Or are you lying to me?" She asks, leaning her chin against the palm of her hand.

A light chuckle escapes your lips. "I can't get anything past you, can I?" You joke with her, dropping your gaze to the ice cold drink in front of you. "I was thinking about Seungmin."

"Again?" She asks with a sigh, her shoulders deflating.

You tilt your head up, stopping the tears from blurring your vision. "You say it like I have a problem," you mutter, pursing your lips. "I was practically in love with him, Suy."

She reaches across the table, grabbing a hold of your hand. "I know. I'm sorry. I just hate seeing you so upset over him," she mentions with a frown.

"Yeah," you laugh, wiping some of the tears away. "I hate it too."

Suyeon gently strokes the back of your hand with her thumb as the two of you sit in silence. The door to the café opens, and the sound of the bell echoes off the walls. You glance towards the group of people that just walked in, and your eyes widen, knowing exactly who they are.

"Dude, I'm so sick of this Seungmin guy," one of them rants to another, not bothering to keep his voice low.

You squeeze your best friend's hand, causing her to look in your direction. "What -" You cut her off by giving her a look, flicking your gaze towards the group standing in line.

"Are you sick of him because you suck?" The dude's buddy asks with a laugh, earning a slap to the back of the head. "Ouch, dude, the fuck?"

"I don't suck. I'm just as good as him. He's just a little fucking pest."

You release Suyeon's hand before grabbing your phone and texting her. "They're talking about Seungmin. I know who they are. They're not good people."

"Yo, are you serious?? How do you know them??"

"It's… a long story. Seungmin is a street racer. He's very good, and it seems like that guy isn't very fond of him winning all the time."

"Wait, wait, you dated A STREET RACER!? AND I JUST NOW KNOW ABOUT IT?!"

You roll your eyes at her message, giving the brunette a funny look. You look back down at your phone, texting her back.

"Well, I didn't know until about a year into our relationship. He didn't want me involved because they could get a bit dangerous. Which is what I'm currently thinking about these guys."

"What are you gonna do? Warn Seungmin?"

You let out a deep breath, leaning back into your chair. "I haven't talked to him in almost four months," you say out loud.

Suyeon glances towards the group of guys at the counter. "Yeah, but if they have intentions of hurting him. I'm sure he'd appreciate the heads up," she mentions, tapping her fingers against the top of her phone case.

"I know," you mutter.

After the group of guys grabbed their order, they started filing out the door one by one. "He's going to be at the race tonight," the same guy says to the other, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We'll run him off the road. Make a big accident."

"Good idea. Then you won't have competition anymore."

They exit the café and your gaze meets Suyeon's. "I have to call Seungmin," you tell her before standing up from your seat.

She nods her head in understanding before you run out the door. You scroll through your contacts, quickly finding Seungmin's name. You click on it and press the device against your ear, leaning your back against the brick building.

It rings for what feels like a while, praying that he answers the phone. "Come on, come on," you repeat to yourself, glancing around the semi-busy streets. Your call goes to voicemail, and you release a sigh. "I don't know why I expected him to answer."

You try to call him again, receiving the same result. You curse at yourself and tilt your head back. "Well," you push yourself off of the wall, "I guess I'm going to a street race tonight."

"Are you sure you should be going by yourself?" Suyeon asks you through your phone.

You shrug your shoulders as you walk closer to the street they usually start on. "Probably not but I didn't want to involve you," you mention, checking each direction before walking across the street. "If anything, I have pepper spray in my bag."

Your friend sighs. "Okay, but if it goes south, let me know," she mentions.

"I will, I promise," you tell her, noticing the line of sports cars up ahead. You see Seungmin's immediately, easily spotting his vehicle. "I see his yellow ass car. I gotta go."

"Stay safe. Love you."

You bid her goodbye and quicken your steps, wanting to reach him before the race starts. You look down at your watch, taking note that you've got about seven minutes to warn him.

A pit of nerves sets off in your stomach as you get closer and closer. He hasn't changed a bit. He still looks like the boy you fell in love with two years ago.

You weave around the vehicles, noticing one of his friends hanging out with him. "Seungmin," you call out to him, gaining his attention.

"Y/N?" He asks with a confused look. Seungmin says something to Changbin before making his way over to you. "What are you doing here?"

"That group of guys over there?" You stealthily point in the direction they're standing in, Seungmin's gaze following. "They're out for you."

He laughs at your accusation. "What? What do you mean they're out for me?" He asks you while crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't have time for this.

You start to panic again when he starts walking away from you. "Seungmin -" you start but he quickly cuts you off.

"No, Y/N. I have a race to focus on," he stops, turning to face you.

Tears pool in your eyes, thinking about what could happen if he participates in this race. "I- Listen to me please," you beg, moving forward before reaching a hand out to him. "I overheard them talking earlier today. They're jealous that you're so good at this, and they're planning to cause a major accident… with you in it."

His eyes soften as you explain the situation, noticing the tears in your eyes. "Okay, take a deep breath," Seungmin tells you softly, one of his hands grabbing yours. You do as he tells you, taking a deep breath in before letting it out. "There you go."

"I don't want you to get hurt," you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. "I still care about you despite the fact that we're broken up."

Seungmin brings his free hand to your back, gently rubbing it. "I appreciate you telling me. I'm sorry I didn't believe you," he mumbles. "I can't back out of the race now, though. It's too late."

You pull away from him before wiping your face. "What if I join you? They wouldn't take out someone they don't know, right?" You ask him, squeezing his hand.

"And if they do? I don't want you getting hurt either," Seungmin sighs while stroking the back of your hand.

"Then we don't give them the chance," you suddenly say, lifting your head to look him in the eyes. "You're the best street racer I know. Make them eat dust."

Your ex-boyfriend laughs, and your heart races at the sight of his smile. "I will make them eat dust," he confirms with a nod. "But, you are staying here. I'm not risking you getting injured."

"Fine," you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The two of you walk over to his vehicle together. Seungmin opens the driver's side door before getting into the driver's seat. Once he's settled, you shut the door for him and lean your elbows against the open window frame.

"Be careful, okay?" You whisper after hearing the announcer call all racers to the starting line.

"You know I will," he smiles at you before giving you a cheeky wink. "Wait for me. I'll bring you home after."

You nod your head, pulling back from the vehicle. Seungmin grabs a hold of your hand before you can get too far and brings it to his face, kissing the back of it.

You feel yourself getting shy, missing the way his lips felt against your skin. "I love you," you whisper to him, swallowing thickly.

His eyes widen at your words, his hand gently squeezing yours. "I love you too," Seungmin mutters, a smile coming to his lips. "I gotta go."

You nod your head, taking a step back from his vehicle. The two of you smile at one another before he starts it. You move across the street after he drives away. You weave through the group of people, trying to get towards the front.

You see Seungmin's yellow car towards the front of the line. You clasp your hands together as the flag woman walks in front of them. She raises the black and white flag, waving them around before suddenly dropping them.

The eight cars speed off, and you clench your fists as Seungmin quickly gets in first, watching each car disappear around the first corner.

"You got this, Seungmin," you whisper to yourself.

You stand on your toes, waiting for the racers to come back. One of the other driver's is live streaming their race, and you've caught small glimpses of it. A large smile comes to your lips when you notice Seungmin was still first.

"This Kim guy is crazy," one of the guys you're standing with says.

"He is," you agree.

The sound of their cars grow louder and louder, signaling that they're close to the finish line. You shove your hands in your pockets, keeping your eyes on the street behind you.

Seungmin drifts around the corner, causing you to release a sharp gasp. The smile on your lips widens as his vehicle speeds past you. You scream loudly as he crosses the finish line, jumping up and down excitingly.

"Yes, baby!" You clap your hands before sprinting down the street. He exits the vehicle after pulling off to the side, his smile making your heart flutter some more. "I'm so proud of you!"

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling his arms snake around your waist. "I did it," he whispers into your ear, spinning you in circles. "I did it… for you."

A gasp escapes your lips, pulling back from him a bit. "For me?" You ask in a quiet voice, running your fingers through his hair.

"I love you so much. I'm so sorry for letting you go four months ago," he apologizes to you, his arms gently squeezing you.

You grin down at him, moving your hands to his face. You stroke his cheeks before smashing your lips against his. His fingers trail up your spine as he kisses you back, deepening it instantly.

"I love you, Kim Seungmin," you whisper after pulling away.

"I love you, Y/N L/N," he says before kissing you again. "Now, let me get you home."

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toucheholland23 · 2 months

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LESHY AND HIS YELLOW CAT, OTTO ARE TAKING OVERRRRR

Just picture this absolutely chaotic evil worm creature that everyone in the cult groud just naturally steers away from since he arrived. Eating their crops, tearing up monuments and decorations, hissing and baring his teeth at anyone who got too close.

And eventually he meets this yellow cat that goes into a full investigation to find out who is eating his crops only to realize that bush worm cryptic was the culprit.

Our dear Otto was never much of a fighter, but he figured it was better tl be on the worm’s nice side. If he even had one at all so, instead of just grabbing his shovel and bonking this dude away, he gave him some veggies.

First few times he definitely had to pull his hand back quick or the mf would’ve bitten it off, but they eventually got used to each other.

Leshy started being more mindful of what he ate and about messing up the crops, and Otto could focus better when it came to his farming and being useful in his community.

Probably evolves into a feral worm guard dog situation for Otto, but ayyy he got his pal and a nice day, he’s fulfilled.

Leshy likes his smell. Cat-y and earthy. Warm. Its nice, he likes it. Easy to recognize, easy to find.

They get along just fine 🙌✨

#cotl #cotl leshy #leshy #cult of the lamb leshy #otto #colt otto #leshy x yellow cat #leshycat #OUGHHHSJJDJDJDKJDKID #THEM #MWAH MWAH MWAH

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epickiya722 · 1 month

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You know what, season 2 broke a lot of our hearts, didn't it? Well, here's some moments I thought were funny, heartwarming and just off the wall to lighten things up!

Starting with the Hidden Inventory/Premature Death Arc and if y'all want, I'll do a part 2 for the Shibuya Incident!

NOTE: I may have talked about some of these moments before in other posts.

Utahime, just all of Utahime in the first episode. She's awesome, I adore her. "SHOOOOKOOOO!!"

Chibi Satoru and Suguru. Especially the part of Suguru walking up the stairs as the others were talking. "Urusei."

"SENSEI, I SAY WE STOP THIS HUNT FOR THE CULPRIT!"

"SO IT WAS YOU!"

"Blegh!"

Shoko dipping out.

Suguru was really about to jump Satoru with a curse!!!

The fact that Suguru even went from wearing regular-waist pants to high-waist ones from manga to anime is glorious. Whoever decided that knew Suguru was meant to be a fashion icon.

Digimon

That WALK!!! Y'all, those are Special Grade sorcerers!

Suguru scowling Satoru on his behavior, also... "Satorrruuu~" Did he have to purr? That was a purr!

I love Satoru Gojo, I do. But with those glasses, he really do be looking like one of the Three Blind Mice from Shrek.

I don't know how but Toji somehow made saying he took his wife's last name scary. Like, he was very intimidating that it bypass me the first time of how cute it is that he loved Mamaguro a lot.

They actually added Suguru fixing himself a cup of tea in the anime!! This teenager really had that man captured by some Kissing Curse, told him he couldn't be a rice farmer and had himself some tea. Iconic.

Ooh, Satoru didn't have to do Bayer like that. But I applaud him for taking such a selfie!

Shoko trying to explain how RCT works actually irritated Satoru... which is rare!

Riko actually was the first to defeat Satoru. Did him dirty!! Suguru actually laughs at Satoru getting slapped while in the anime he looks shocked. Either way, his reaction is funny as hell.

"You look like a liar! And what's up with those bangs?" Then Riko got jumped for that!

Suguru's bangs ain't that bad, come on!

Knowing how Suguru turns out, it's something he's the one to tell Kuroi that she's Riko's family. Years later, he had his own "family". It's actually heartwarming he tells her that.

That old man didn't even get touched yet and he was already seeing his dead dog from 50 years ago!! Man's life flashed right before his eyes and he even says that! The whooping Suguru put on him was so bad that he was having visions!!

The one time Satoru is shown to have some sort of charm is with a bunch of school girls. The teacher should be locked up though.

Baghead man really had on the All Might cosplay.

Toji didn't have to say a word to that man and he still scared him shitless. Alright, Toji, I see you being all scary!

Satoru really be carrying kids like they're bags of groceries. Did it with Yuji, he did it with Riko.

"I failed!"

Kuroi being rescued! Satoru really stomped on those guys!

The plane scene. Satoru checking each passenger all with a glare. Meanwhile, Suguru was just chilling with a book, sitting there all pretty.

The whole beach scene!! "IT'S A SEA CUCUMBER!!"

Teen Kento having that hairstyle and his dynamic with Yu is just too adorable. He looks like he has Wii music playing in his head all day. Such a good kid!!

I cannot believe that DIO's VA is also Toji's. It's funnier when Toji has had beef with Satoru as a kid and DIO has had generational beef with the Joestars.

I just know that Worm Curse was having the time of its life on Toji's back while he was jumping around and being tossed about. Also, Toji smiling the whole time while fighting.

Suguru actually has mad hops! Did y'all not see that long ass jump?!

Squid gun. Speaking of, where in the hell did all those squids come from?! I need a story on that one!

Toji talking about how he fights for a while before Suguru tells him to shut up and due.

"Am I pretty?" "Sorry, you're not my type." Okay, well, damn.

The Worm Curse pretty much "NOPE" at Suguru.

That kick was fucking personal, I just know it! Also, the fact that Toji actually thought about the curses inhabiting Suguru's body is something. Especially, given later. I actually question that when Suguru dies in JJK 0, did Satoru have to deal with any curses?

Toji remembering Megumi.

Also, if you pay attention to the Worm, that thing sometimes matches Toji's expressions. It's like Reki and his headband (SK8 the Infinity).

Satoru standing all menacingly outside for Toji.

"Is he high?" Well, given that a few moments later he'll be floating in the air.

The fact that people have described Toji's death as "turned into the Apple logo" to "hot the Rengoku treatment". Y'all are out of pocket! And he looked so disappointed, too.

"Mommy... hug me..." That scene is just...

"I like girls with healthy appetites!" Yu, never change!!

Yuki's reaction to what Suguru tells her about what he has heard about her. "She's pouting."

"I heard you the first time. That's why I said 'huh'!" Bro was just that mad.

Shoko. Just Shoko when she and Suguru meet in Shinjuku.

Heartbreaking as the scene is, you had one lanky ass teenager looking deranged on one end and the other with the "I'm going to the store real quick" fit on having this fight in front of KFC. Becomes even funnier when you remember the slogan "finger lickin' good". What does this have to do with anything? Think about Yuji.

One, where did Suguru get the robes from? Two, given he was born the following year in February after Satoru, if I did my calculations right... Suguru really started a cult at 17. No wonder there was objections. After he killed that guy, I'm sure everyone was like "oh, he's unhinged".

Okay, but the head rubs he gave the twins was so cute!! Look, they may been raised as killers, but it's sweet that they were Suguru's family. He adored those girls and they adored him!

The first meeting between Megumi and Satoru!!

Satoru waking up and seeing his students was just so heartwarming!!!

#i had this in my drafts since February oh my gosh #just kiya's thoughts #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #premature death arc #hidden inventory arc #geto suguru #gojo satoru #haibara yu #ieiri shoko #iori utahime #nanami kento #fushiguro toji #amanai riko #tsukumo yuki

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wisteriaiswriting · 4 months

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What are you jealous headcanons for Raze,Neon, and Deadlock from Valorant.

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

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She loves you too much to be able to miss any attempt at anything, so she will kinda ignore them.

If they don’t stop she’ll start staring at them, slowly shifting into a glare.

Her type of jealousy isn’t visible to others, meaning only you were aware of what was happening.

You won’t be able to leave her arms, forced to accept her affection for now.

She will need cuddles and affirmation you wont leave her later that night. Even after that she’ll ask the dumbest questions while pulling the puppy dog eyes.

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“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“I would love you in any form, worm included.”

She’s less of a jealous type and more of general untrusting, so if she’s given any reason to distrust them she is taking it.

Along with that if she detects anything happening, suddenly she’s thrown herself over you. Showing off a lot of affection.

If something happens, (you're uncomfortable, etc) her go to is to use her radiant powers. Giving the culprit a quick little zap to have them back off.

Will back many backhanded remarks about them when they’re away, or even straight up insults.

Later that night she’ll do one of two things, might start whining and clinging to you, or become silent. Only speaking in bursts.

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“They know we’re dating…” and “What’s wrong with them?”

The time she notices is almost instant, so she’ll start staring. Never turning to glaring.

Will become slightly more touchy, reaching for your hand more often and longer. Sometimes leaning on your shoulder to leave quick kisses.

Won’t let anyone else get too close to either of you, mainly steps in between anyone.

Out of defense she’ll become quiet, maybe even silent. Accidentally ignoring you in turn.

When she realizes she’ll immediately start making up for it. Using anything around, cuddles, snacks, movies.

***

“Look, I’m sorry, what do you want to do?”

#valorant x reader #valorant x male reader #valorant raze #valorant raze x reader #raze x reader #valorant neon #valorant neon x reader #neon x reader #valorant deadlock #valorant deadlock x reader #deadlock x reader #wisteria♥

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gsirvitor · 4 months

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I'm going to start a long post.

The main issue I find with most world building, especially in sci fi and fantasy, is the lack of fleshed out infrastructure, economics etc etc.

Science Fiction

Halo

For instance, Halo is an amazing series, an amazing Science fiction universe, however, how is it that the Covenant feeds itself, how do the human worlds cope with not only an ever growing population, but a finite amount of space due to the fact that despite having 800 worlds, they only have 20+ colonies.

Earth itself had 38 billion inhabitants at the start of the Human Covenant war, how were they able to feed this massive population, let alone house it, what programs did they initiate to increase crop yield or reduce the effort needed to raise animals.

With the Covenant, the Sangheili for instance are a highly advanced species, yet they farm in the same manner medieval peasants did on earth, this not only isn't efficient, it would never produce enough food to feed just the Sangheili, let alone the other species of the Covenant.

How do they feed the Hunters, who are comprised of Lekgolo worms who consume forerunner technology, metal and other things needed to keep the Covenant war machine running.

With species like the Brutes, I can understand, they're a highly carnivorous species that will willingly eat their fellow Covenant, and can be kept fed by the bodies of their enemies.

Then there's the Grunts, they vastly outnumber and outbreed the other species of the Covenant, how do they keep them fed? Or is the entirety of the Covenant constantly on the brink of starvation?

Are the Covenant species paid? Do they buy things? If so what do they buy, what is their currency, is there a solely Prophet run stock exchange?

I mean, there must be since the jackals are literally mercenaries, who began as pirates, yet this is rarely if ever mentioned.

40k

Now, Warhammer 40k tries to make their faction infrastructure believable, however, even their attempt isn't enough to explain away the massive amounts needed to feed the Eldar let alone the massive machine that is the Imperium of Man.

The Eldar eat fruits vegetables, juices and fermented beverages made from fruits and flowers, and meat. They trade with the exodite worlds for the meat, however, the Eldar population is vague, deliberately so.

Their numbers change depending on the story being told, yet they seem to number in the billions, a trickle in the bucket compared to the Imperium, but no small feat to supply.

The small number of Exodite worlds are wild, untamed worlds of savagery and little agriculture, Exodites live as nomadic hunter gatherers, the litte meat they trade to the craft worlds would barely feed a few thousand, let alone 1 billion at the least.

Now the Dark Eldar make sense, they are a smaller population, a faction of cenobite-like space pirates that subsist off of pain and suffering, and the plunder they take from worlds they invade.

The Tau also make sense, their Empire is small, they are highly organized and regimented, their infrastructure is very advanced and well organized, while the specific details are missing, them being able to feed themselves makes some sense.

Their subject species subsist off of things the Tau wouldn't even consider to be food, such as the Kroot, who eat the fallen of the battlefield, much like the Brutes of Halo.

Orks, don't need to bring them up, they're the only faction who has a well thought out, yet silly, infrastructure, other than the Tyranids.

Now the biggest culprit of not explaining infrastructure is the ever imposing Imperium of Man, sure there are Agri-Worlds, yet even these wouldn't work.

The Imperium of Man, depending of the source has a population that ranges from 4-8 Quadrillion, to 1.5 Quintillion, to feed this population, the Imperium only has 81 notable Agri-Worlds.

On these worlds, 85-100% of their surface is used for crops and animal husbandry, now, crop cultivation, hydroponics, animal fodder or animal husbandry are done with the use of unknown advanced farming equipment made prior to the Horus Heresy.

The population of these worlds usually range from 15'000 to 1'000'000, which are widely spread across the planet, however, even then, this would not be enough manpower.

Then there's the issue that's only touched on in 40k, the Imperium does nothing to keep these vital sources of food protected, let alone running.

Put simply, Agri-worlds cannot be expected to sustain food production, or even an environment, for more than a few hundred years.

The first few harvests would be the most productive an agri-world could ever be.

As production continues, the effects of this large-scale farming make themselves known.

First, within a few decades, the abuse of the water table leads some patches of the Agri-World drying up.

This is caused by over-drawing on the water table, releasing salt that would usually be retained in water, eventually leading to the salt leeching into the soil making the land infertile.

Rehabilitating the land is difficult, and may takes shipments of off planet water, however these first patches are but a precursor to the wider problem.

Next, the planet will feel the effects of nutrient loss.

In the short term, this can be ameliorated through the application of ammonia and phosphate fertilizers, generally imported from off-world, 40k does touch on this.

However, the sheer size of the world means that the rate of import will never match the speed of usage, and exhaustion.

Meanwhile, the planet’s CO2 balance, which was perfect for growth, begins to change.

As the massive intake it received prior to its role as an Agri-World vanishes, and the atmospheric carbon balance decreases, optimal plant growth decreases.

The carbon loss can be mitigated by the burning of fuels, however this is often a temporary measure.

Eventually this will render the planet unable to support large-scale growth operations, and the planet will no longer be an Agri-World.

Like I get it, 40k is fucked, it's grim dark, people starve and the Imperium only sees its people as meat in the grinder, however even the smallest Empire would fall due to a lack of food and infrastructure, let alone a behemoth like the Imperium.

I can go on...

Fantasy

My issue with fantasy on this is actually more tame than my issues with Science Fiction.

Fantasy writers typically only need to write about and show some agriculture to make a setting believable, however, even if a writer does not show the infrastructure of a Kingdom to their readers, it is information the writer should have for themselves.

The population of a region, the dietary requirements of the people, their cuisine, the crops grown, the animals raised, how much crops even the smallest village would need to survive the winter, let alone how much a city would need to survive a siege that could last for months.

Trade routes, modes of transportation, communication, natural obstacles, challenges to trade, prices, the market, subtle or very drastic price differences between regions, exchange rates of currencies, what resources a culture values over others, preservation methods, mercantile guilds, competition, brigands and banditry, the lingua franca etc etc.

For instance, trade between kingdoms, and even villages will take a certain amount of time, a landlocked kingdom would value fresh fish from the sea more than a village located in a Fjord or inlet, and so fish would vary in price based on where you get it, same with metals, if a town specializes in tin mining, it could be very cheap to use tin in the town, however, the same tin could triple in value when shipped to a region months away that has no tin.

This is something that happens in the real world, for instance the British isles had a shit tonne of tin, making it invaluable during the Bronze Age, anyone who could get tin from these far off lands and safely, and reliably ship it, would not only become rich, they would become powerful, as they could control who got their hands on the metal needed to make bronze.

Copper by comparison was easy to come by, so much so many could successfully scam others with bad copper, such as the oh so infamous Ea Nasir.

Here's another issue, how long it would take to travel from point A to point B, you need to factor in transportation methods, food and water, travel by day or night, routes taken, how well they have been maintained, are they monitored by armed forces, are there bandits, dangerous wildlife, how quickly an individual can move without harming their horse, is it a horse, how often do they take breaks, do they sleep in shifts, do they understand how to hide their fires while camping, weather, etc etc.

For instance, Hannibal crossed the Alps when everyone thought it impossible, he moved a massive army through a mountain range, with elephants, how? He not only thought of all of the above, he used chemistry.

What do I mean? He melted and cracked the stones of the Alps that blocked his path with boiling vinegar and fire, after which they were able to remove sufficient rocks to pass and invade Italy.

Think of that, Carthage invaded Rome, with Elephants, through a Mountain Range with France, by using basic chemistry, now imagine if the Haradrim in the LotR were this ingenious and used similar methods with their armies and oliphaunts.

Imagine the shock of those hiding in a Mountain hold, when an army marches over the top riding oliphaunts, I'd be shocked, can't imagine how the Romans felt.

I could go on a long tirade about ecology, and understanding how species would interact, however I think I've gone on long enough.

Sure sure, it's fantasy, you don't need to go into insane details to explain how things work, however, it is good as a writer to have these details explained to yourself, especially if someone asks questions about your setting.

If else anyone has gripes, feel free to list them here as well.

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homeofhousechickens · 8 months

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If you do not live in a tropical area and your chicken is showing symptoms of gasping or constantly adjusting their crop, they likely do NOT have Gapeworm! It's more likely sour crop or a respiratory infection, both of which will not be treated with worming medication. Your first thought at seeing these symptoms should be to worry about your birds ability to breathe and if it is contagious to your flock. Respiratory illnesses or canker are the most likely culprits if multiple birds are affected.

A lot of new chicken owners see those symptoms and read online about gapeworm but it really isn't that common. If you have a chicken who passed away who showed those symptoms it's incredibly easy to confirm it at home since the Gapeworms take up residence in the trachea. I even see people just assume that's what killed their chicken without checking.

So to reiterate, unless you are in a tropical climate where your birds have access to lots of earthworms and slugs they likely do not have gapeworms, especially if it is multiple birds displaying symptoms at once. Gapeworm is also easily identified by an experienced vet as all it takes is checking the trachea.

#chicken medical #gapeworm #chicken #chickenblr #pet chicken #poultrydvm

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musical-chan · 2 months

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Sleepy prompts number33, with Four being the culprit of sleep crimes?

Shhht

Shhhht

Wind blinked his eyes blearily, the rythmic sound worming its way into his consciousness. Something of his previous night's dreams floated into his mind; the steady scraping sounds had permeated them like a persistent itch. As his eyes opened, the sound continued and the pale light of dawn filled his vision.

Shhhhht

Shhhhhht

Shht

Well he was never going to get back to sleep now. As he crawled out of his blankets, the younger Link glanced around for the source of the sounds. Off to the side of camp, a small figure hunched over a long blade and the movements of his arm matched the scraping sounds exactly.

Shhhhhht

Shhhhht

Shhht

Wind sighed. Not again. He stepped quietly past other sleeping heroes and stood at Four's shoulder, wondering if the smith would notice his presence. Nope, not this time either. Wind was not trying to be particularly quiet and even after he sighed really loud, then yawned even louder, he could not get Four's attention.

"HEY!"

Four jumped and looked up, his eyes droopy with exhaustion, but he smiled at Wind and waved. "Oh hey, good morning sailor. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess. Some weird dreams though." Wind gave the shorter hero a pointed look but it flew over Four's head, completely missing its target. He sighed, putting his hands on hips as Four went back to scraping the edge of the blade on his lap with a whetstone. "Hey, you need sleep."

"It's fine. We have a battle coming up and everyone's weapons need to be in top shape."

"YOU need to get rest!"

"I'm rested! It's fine."

"Hey!" Four paused and looked up at Wind again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."

The smith glanced back down at the blade, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He did not respond. Wind sighed once again, large and over exaggerated, then started pulling on his friend's arm. "That's it, work's over. Time for a nap."

"I don't need–"

"No, you definitely do."

And he did not stop until his friend was tucked into blankets and snoring softly in the early morning light. Sheesh. He had to do everything around here. Where would these guys be without him?

#writing tag game #linked universe #lu four #lu wind #this was fun!#musica-writes

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nobody-nexus · 4 months

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Unfamiliar Faces (Carnival Meets Analog)

Ragatha walks along her level, her heels clicking against the ground softly as she hummed. Her umbrella shielded her from the admittedly harsh sun, but it was a lovely day, nonetheless. As the doll walked along, she took account of something. Usually, the player and Pomni would visit her at this time. Where were they? She was so used to the company that she hardly understood the concept of being alone now with them around- even if she didn't fully enjoy how bad the player can be at proper etiquette. Nevertheless, it was strange that they weren't here though. She let out a small 'hmm' as she put her finger on her chin whilst lost in thought, stopping in her tracks to think

But her questioning was stopped in its tracks by a sudden sound. A crash filled the air, alongside clanking of silver and shattering of porcelain. Ragatha's eye widened in shock as she turned towards where the noise originated from. It was near where any players were to play alongside her, which just got her more confused. However, she assumed it was Jax

"Ughh.... I swear that rabbit is constantly wishing for trouble..."

Ragatha mutters to herself as she lifts up her hand to rub the bridge of her nose. She hated whenever Jax would sneak into her level and mess with her things. She closed her umbrella and kept it to her side as she walked over to the area, mentally preparing for the things she was about to say to that damned rabbit. But instead of seeing the black, white, and gray cartoon.... instead, it was just the mess. She saw the tables thrown about, the cups and plates shattered into pieces, and utensils everywhere. One thing worth adding though was the lack of food. She always put some small sweets on the table for added look, however this time there wasn't anything. As Ragatha walked around, careful with her step, she noticed crumbs of the sweets but nothing alongside them

As she looked around to see the potential culprit though, a noise caught her attention. Slimy, slithery, and wet in nature. She felt a cold uncomfortable shiver run down up her spine as she instinctively flinched at such a thing. She almost retched (if she even could) as she turned around to see.... something in the corner of the room. It was within some of the only dark corners of her level, but it was deep into the darkness enough to not be recognizable. Just a shape and the horrid noise. But the literal crumbs seem to lead to whatever it was. Was it a new player? Jax trying to scare her? An NPC of sorts? Ragatha hadn't the clue- but her curiosity was about to make her find out

"....Hello?"

The thing seemed to react to her voice, its presumed head poking up a little as it shifted. And then... it got bigger. Ragatha had no idea it was even hunching her, but it was certainly the case. The figure loomed over her be just a noticeable difference, but one noticeable enough to make the doll freeze in confusion and fear. Out of the shadows... poked out something blue. It looked like a dark blue slime colored worm of sorts, the texture of it smooth and seemingly rubbery. And then another popped up. And another. Three appendages moving about in such an unnatural fashion. And then... the REAL thing crept out of the corner. It had patched skin, thick yarn like hair like hers, a battered-up dress, and creaking joints that grated the doll's hearing. It... It looked like her

It looked like HER.

But twisted and eerie.

It stared at her... and She stared back

"...What.....What ARE you."

I got a lil silly :D

Carnival AU belong to @sm-baby

Analog AU belongs to me (If curious about it, check out @askanalogaupomni)

Probably just a one shot story but who knows? Maybe I'll make more as more of my own AU is revealed

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #tadc #ragatha #tadc ragatha #ragatha tadc #au #tadc au #au crossover #carnival #carnival au #carnival au ragatha #analog #analog au #analog ragatha

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alpydk · 2 months

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Cabinet of Oddities (Part 9)

TavxGale (Custom)

A lesser smut filled chapter which I hope people find enjoyable.

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Summary: Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Astarion, I…” She got lost in his eyes, remembering her actions, her yearning a few nights ago. The sound of his voice was playing over and over again drowning out any rational thought. “I’ve never…”

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The Goblin Camp had been an experience Nana wanted to forget. Taking out their leaders had required a lot of concentration and she was exhausted. Her muscles ached and she had bruises on her back from being shoved onto cold stone. She longed for her bedroll and the tranquillity of sleep more than she ever could the arms of the people around her. Her lustful thoughts quelled for the time being at least.

As the group settled for the night, she approached her tent and collapsed down, still in her leather armour, hoping that tonight would not be as intense as the last. Her hair was matted with the blood and innards of goblins slain and the smell burrowed itself into her skin. But now was not the time to worry herself with such matters. She let her weighted eyelids fall shut and sleep took her.

“Do not be afraid.” Nana’s eyes flicked open upon hearing the all too familiar voice. It’s you. She had dreamt of him so often since his death all those years ago. From holding him in her arms, caressing his stubbled cheek, to the nightmares that came soon after. “Take my hand.” She lay looking up at him, her eyes wide with fear. He can’t be here, I let him go, he can’t. “My sweet little mask, my love, I’m here to help you, to protect you.”

She shuffled herself backwards, away from his presence, visions flooded her mind of the nautiloid crash, of his face before she woke on the beach, of his protection against the transformative powers of the worm in the brain. His mouth moved explaining her potential and of a battle that was occurring, but she heard none of it.

He looked the same and sounded the same. The human soldier with the grey eyes that met hers without fear. He still had the same smell of earth and leather upon him. Everything was as she remembered but all she could do was simply stand in shock at what she was seeing. Thomas. My Thomas, here and alive. Her heart could not still itself and she so desperately wanted to believe it could be him, and yet she knew. She knew deep down that this was a trick, just as it had been so long ago.

Suddenly she felt a blast of energy, her body being pushed back to reality. She was back in her tent, confused and groggy, trying to put together what she had just dreamt. She sat up pulling at the buckles of her armour, trying to release the pressure she was feeling on her chest. “It couldn’t have been him. It couldn’t.” She left the tent in a daze mumbling to herself. “He’s dead, it’s not him.”

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The next day the rest of the group spent time together with equal levels of bewilderment at what they had dreamt. All of them had witnessed similar things and they went on to explain their experiences about the variety of guardians and the messages that they had been given. There was discussion of embracing the tadpole’s power and using it to their advantage, but Nana took no notice. She knew it was not to be trusted. She sat staring into the campfire lost in thought before she felt the cool hand upon her shoulder. Her nerves shook and she jumped up facing the culprit. If she had had her dagger on her person she would have armed herself before even realising what was happening. Astarion stood back hands on display at his side to gesture he wasn’t a threat to her. “No need to be so jumpy, darling. I don’t bite.” He gave a smirk.

Nana relaxed her shoulders and stared daggers at him. “Astarion, I’m really not in the mood for your games this evening. It’s been a long couple of nights.”

“You’re telling me. Would you care to take a walk?” He gestured to the forest. “Help us, clear our heads, so to speak.”

She was sceptical but welcomed the break. With Astarion leading the way, she followed him into the surrounding woodland, not knowing what the night would bring.

“You seem tense.” Astarions body circled around her close by as if he were examining every inch of her. His steps were light on the ground, only the subtle crunching of leaves could be heard beneath his boots. The trees combined with the moonlight cast shadows across his face as he walked. His eyes seemed brighter, more vibrant than they had in the daylight, more threatening.

Nana was trying to read his angle, trying to decipher what it was he wanted from her. “Well you know how it’s been recently. Dead goblins, tadpoles, and now dream visitors to contend with. It would make anyone tense.”

As they entered a clearing he stopped and turned to her. “Do you know how most people relax in stressful situations, my dear?”

“Books and candles, from what Gale has told me. Wine was Wyll’s suggestion and Karlach told me I should go and smash something with a large rock. So it seems there's a lot of ways to relax. Why? What are you going to recommend?” She could already feel the tension in her shoulders rising in expectation of his reply. Don’t say sex, don’t say sex.

“Well, what I like to do is have a little excitement, a little more fun.” His voice trailed off in the hopes she would pick up what he was insinuating. She swallowed her nerves, and tried to come up with words needed to tell him the truth. He drew himself closer to her and allowed his fingers to glide up her arm barely touching the visible flesh. “I’ve been waiting, my darling. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Astarion, I…” She got lost in his eyes, remembering her actions, her yearning a few nights ago. The sound of his voice was playing over and over again drowning out any rational thought. “I’ve never…”

Astarions lips curled into a devilish grin and he pulled his body a little closer to her. She could smell his scent and feel the intensity of his gaze on her body. “So, you are untouched, precious, pure.” He spoke curling the words around on his tongue. His tone aroused something within her and she felt the blood rush around her system. That familiar swelling inviting itself to play again. “I could help you with that, love. I could help you understand exactly what it is that you have been missing.”

Nana tried to look away but she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. She could feel his hand tightening around her arm and although a part of her wanted to run, another desperately wanted to give herself to him, to rid herself of the years of loneliness, to open herself up to this new world of pleasure. She gave a small nod.

“Then just relax, darling. Let me show you, let me have you.” He leaned in towards her, his lips almost upon hers. He could feel the warmth of her breath, hear the flow of her blood quickening, as he grew nearer to her. He held onto her arm tightly and brought his other hand around the back of her head, his fingers weaving between her red curls. He took control of her and brought the two of them together.

Nana tensed up immediately on feeling his soft lips upon hers, his tongue winding into her mouth. She couldn’t compose the thoughts in her mind. A cacophony raging within. He’s touching me. I want him, What about Gale? Run. Kiss back. His hands. His tongue. Run. Control yourself. What if you transform? He’s so cold. Thomas. Run. You have to run.

He withdrew his mouth from hers. She felt him lessen his embrace on her and his hand moved from the back of her head to under her chin. He ran his tongue along his lower lip whilst gazing into her fearful eyes. “I won’t hurt you, love. Trust me.”

The overwhelming thoughts and sensations calmed long enough for her to stutter out a sentence. “I don’t know if I want this,” she spoke quietly, unsure of what his reaction would be or even what she actually did want.

“Oh, my sweet,” He brushed a little of her hair behind her ear. “It’s just first-time nerves, just follow my lead and soon they will vanish.”

Her voice was shaky. This was all too much too soon. “No…it feels more than that.” She looked down trying to escape the lustful eyes that she felt saw all.

He looked at her momentarily before removing his hands from her and pulling himself back “Hm. Well, that’s quite alright. Maybe another time, perhaps.”

As he removed his hands, Nana relaxed but simultaneously felt oddly disappointed. “I’m sorry. It’s not you, it's me.”

“Well, darling, I know it’s not me. But I won’t hold it against you. I just hope our little taster session wasn’t enough to put you off for good.” His body language was as if nothing had happened at all between them. “If you don’t mind though, I’m going to go and find something to eat. All this-” He gestured to them both. “-Well, it has given me quite the appetite.”

As he left Nana suddenly realised just how close she had come to losing herself in him. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. “Nana, you are such an idiot.”

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #galemance #bg3 astarion

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