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clockwayswrites · 7 months

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City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 4

WC 1123 Masterpost CW allusions to past torture, dehumanization, anxiety

“Looks worse in person, doesn’t he?”

Dick was jolted out of his thoughts as Jason spoke. He gave little nod, but didn’t look away from the kid asleep on the bed. Seeing the photos were bad enough, but Jason was right, he looked worse in person. It was distressingly clear all that he’d gone through between the fainter marks that the flash of the camera had washed out and the way the kid’s bone’s were clearly outlined under paper thin skin.

“It’s wild seeing someone who looks so much like B looking so fragile,” Jason continued in a low rumble. “Like, none of us think the old man can do everything anymore, we’re all beyond that childish notion, but doesn’t mean that B still doesn’t seem larger than life. To see a kid with his features look like that…”

“It’s going to be okay, little wing,” Dick assured hi. “We’ll look out for him now.”

Jason snorted. “Always the optimist.”

“Nope,” Dick said, shaking his head. “I’m just pretty sure that anyone who comes for him, you and little Red will put in the ground.”

Dick could see Jason start out of the corner of his eye at that, but didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, Dick finally entered the room instead of just lingering in the doorway like a creep.

“What’s the plan, baby bird?”

Tim stopped twirling the screwdriver in his fingers (a nervous habit) and glanced Dick’s way. “I want to fit a piece of insulating rubber between the collar and his skin. I should be able to get it off without zapping him, but they didn’t… I’m pretty sure they didn’t intend it to ever come off, or at least not cleanly.”

“So rubber as a back up, makes sense. What’s the catch?”

“Well, like Duke said, we don’t know what will happen when we remove it,” Tim answered, “and I’m pretty sure he won’t stay asleep for it. He stirred some when I was checking it over earlier. I want the collar off him but…”

“Pretty sure that’s more important than rest,” Jason said. “He’s got as long as he needs to rest after. Besides, gives us a chance to get some fluids and food in him.”

“Okay, you wake him up then,” Tim said, tone edging into snippy. The baby bird really was stressed by this.

“Now hold on,” Jason started back.

Dick just rolled his eyes and squatted by the edge of the bed. Gently, he rested a hand on the kid’s shoulder. He rubbed a slow circle with his thumb. “Hey there. Can you wake up for a little bit? We want to get you more comfortable.”

The kid gave a sleepy snuffle and turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against Dick’s hand for a moment. Dick could feel when the kid actually woke up by how rigid he went.

“It’s okay, you’re safe, remember? You ran into Red Hood and Red Robin. They brought you to a safe house. I’m Nightwing, but they’re both still here.

“Hey Kid,” Jason said, his voice distinct behind the modulation.

Green eyes fluttered open and darted quickly around the room. The Kid was too young to have to catalog all the exits and makeshift weapons, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Dick slowly removed his hand and rested it, palm up, on his knee. The kid seemed to chase the touch for a moment before he went the other way and pushed himself to sit up back into the corner where the bed med the wall.

“Sorry,” he croaked out.

Dick nudged the sealed water bottle on the side table a little closer to him. The kid took a moment to look from it to Dick and the others in the room before he reached out very slowly to take it. Dick was sure the kid thought they were going to take it away by how quickly he snatched it back once his fingers were on it, but none of them commented on it. None of the commented on the way he checked the seal either before he broke it and chugged half the bottle.

“Maybe go slow with the rest of that bottle, but keep drinking it. We’d like you to eat too. If you’re not comfortable eating something we—”

Jay cleared his throat and Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his white out lenses. “That Red Hood cooks, we have MREs and bars that are sealed.”

“We can also cover your stitches so that you can take a shower,” Jason said, “but only after you eat. Don’t need you falling over in the shower.”

“And before you eat,” Tim chimed in, “we want to get that collar off.”

The water bottle crinkled loudly in the kid’s hands. He started, dropping it on the mattress then scrambled to pick it up.

“Shit, sorry, I’m…”

“It’s just water, Kid,” Jason said. “It will clean up fine.”

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Dick asked, voice soft. He tapped out a rhythm on the bed frame with his blue stripped fingers.

The kid took a shuddering breath and then another. Jason left the room as the kid breathed, coming back with another bottle of water and an orange juice to set on the side table.

“There you go,” Dick soothed. “I’m going to talk about it, is that okay?”

The kid gave a jerky nod.

“Do you want the collar off?”

The kid nodded again. “Yes.”

“Is it going to harm you if we take it off? One of us Bats is a meta too. He said there could be a backlash of power.”

“I can control it,” he whispered. The words were barely audible over the nearly bottle that he was twisting in his hands. “But the collar… if you… it, um, shocks.”

“We know,” Tim said. “But I know how to take it off. We’ll put rubber between your skin and it too, so even if I tries you won’t feel it.”

The kid’s eyes seemed to flash brighter as he looked up at Tim. “You can? I tried to but I didn’t have… I couldn’t find the tools. All I could do is kill the tracker. It zapped me out for a day. I was so sure that… right, yeah, please, I want it off. You all… you’d do that?”

“Of course,” Dick said.

The green shifted to him. “But you don’t even know what I can do.”

“We know you’re a kid with a collar around your neck that hurts you. That’s enough for us,” Jason said.

The kid looked between all of them before he slumped forward. Dick gently plucked the water bottle from his limp fingers.

“Please,” the kid said. “Please.”

--- AN: Y'all, darlings, I am... so tired I didn't have it in me to read this over before posting so I'm sure there are double words and wrong words. Be kind to my soul. It was a very busy day with a lot of important things and fatigue is kicking my ass. But before anyone worse, I wanted to write this and I'm happier having gotten some writing done!

Still, I hope you like this part! We got Dick POV this time! Stay delightful, my darlings.

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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drunk on you - l.hamilton

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requested: y

pairings: lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + lewis being a simp + established relationship

a/n: I didn’t touch on all of your request I apologize :/. feedback is appreciated xx my requests are currently open!

you’re one that usually can handle their alcohol. meaning, you know when enough has been enough, but tonight? that’s not the case.

the Australian Grand Prix was a rollercoaster ride. red flags, crashes, and penalties some how all came to an end. Lewis got on the podium at third overall, but George, his teammate, gave you all quite the scare. it’s partially why you’re drinking, the cars go so fast you have no time to tell who’s in there. part of you thought it was lewis, and part of you was just praying whoever was in the car was safe. to your luck, George was safe, but that didn’t stop the alcohol from flowing.

lewis has been with you for many years. he can recall your drunk nights in a hotel room helping you change, making you drink water. he thoughts those days were behind you, and you learned your lessons. tonight’s a whole other story.

he watches you sway to the beat of the music with Carmen, one hand grips her waist and the other is carelessly swinging your fourth drink of the night. lewis has already paid his tab, it’s George’s who keeps the bottle service flowing.

you and Carmen are both stumbling over each other, bodies nearly pressed against each other holding on for dear life. lewis finally gives in, unable to watch you struggle anymore, he taps you on the shoulder. your lazy eyes flash at him, crooked drunk smile, you’re so happy to see him even though he’s been there the whole time.

“lew, baby! you wanna dance?” you remove your hand from Carmen’s waist, stumbling into Lewis. lucky that he’s got a great reaction time, he catches you, hands gripping your waist. you’re peppering his face with kisses, drunk mumbles of incoherent words under the loud music and slurred speech.

“I think we need to go home.” he suggests, hand caressing your cheek. as much as one loves watching their significant other dance freely and make sour faces while taking shots, lewis knows you’re beyond wasted and it’s time to head back. you’ve got an early flight back to London, and he wants to help sober you up for the night.

“boo!” Carmen shouts in Lewis’ face, you nod with her giving the same chant, and he laughs. he’s not sure how he used to do this, he wasn’t sure how he ever persuaded you.

“we can order ice cream? maybe some fast food?” he suggests, it’s not up his alley, but watching your face light up to the idea of ice cream and a treat that’s not vegan makes you nod eagerly.

“is there a McDonald’s?” you ask, drool nearly slipping down your lips at the thought of chicken nuggets and French fries. he chuckles wiping his thumb across your plumped pink lips.

he takes his arm, wrapping it around your waist, and helps you maneuver your way out the club. when you finally step foot into the warm Australian air, there’s a car waiting for you both to take you home. of course, holding his promise he redirects the driver to the nearest McDonald’s.

“I love you.” you rest your head against his shoulder watching him take the greasy brown bag from the driver. he feeds you a couple of fries, you’re practically munching his fingers off you didn’t realize just how hungry you were.

“just two seconds ago you and Carmen were mad at me.” he chuckles, smile appearing on his face you feel your heart nearly trying to throb its way out of your chest. god, that man beside you was like made from heaven.

“when a vegan gets someone McDonald’s you’re bound to love them.” you happily sigh prying your hands into the bag, rustling around to find a loose fry in the bag. he’d do anything for you, if you asked him to eat a hamburger that’s pure beef, he’d probably do it. only for you.

the driver lets you both know you’ve arrived, and Lewis generously tips the man for going out of his way. of course he takes a photo with him before calling it a night, and the two of you are in the hotel elevator while you shovel fries into your face.

when you get in the room Lewis is helping you take off your heels, and when they finally come off you exhale a loud sigh sauntering freely towards the bed where you allow him to help you slip out of your dress— still attempting to eat your McDonald’s in the process.

“will you still kiss me if I eat these?” you hold up the box of six chicken nuggets, he gets a whiff of the smell, nose scrunching but he nods pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“go ahead, eat.” he lays clothes out for you to change into, right now you’re just in a bra and spandex sprawled across the bed eating. he thinks it’s cute and a little bit funny, that when you’re so drunk you’ve lost all manners. you’re truly a whole other person.

he goes in the bathroom and changes, by the time he’s done getting ready for bed, he has a glass of water for you and you’ve already put on one of his shirts and his sweatpants. why did he ever think you’d want to wear your own clothes?

“drink this for me please. you’ll thank me later.” he hands you the glass, your hands wrapping it around it like a little kid, you tilt your head back chugging until it’s empty.

“that wasn’t vodka.” you frown feeling it wash down like normal, no burn or itch against your throat.

“sorry to disappoint.” he laughs watching you curl into the bed, forgetting all other aspects of your nightly routine, the sleepiness was finally taking over you.

“I would’ve preferred it to have been vodka.”

“come on, we still have skincare to do then we can go to bed.”

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httpdwaekki · 13 days

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sick days | l.f.

summmary: felix is feeling under the weather but luckily his angel is there to help him feel better.

wc: 2k

warnings: i know channie n lix don't live in the same dorm but for the sake of this story they do <3. descriptions of the flu and food, too many pet names, use of y/n. not proofread, lowercase intended.

a/n: okayyy, this is a request i was given a lil while ago (i'm so sorry this took so long) also wrote this in like 4 hours until three am so if the ending is weird that’s why but i’ll proofread it tomorrow. with that being said, i hope u enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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you knew something was off, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you had a gut feeling. you had asked felix if everything was okay and he reassured you everything was fine. that was until a few days later he texted you letting you know he was feeling sick.

you had already called into work, letting them know you weren’t going to be in the office for a few days but you’ll do some work on your computer. you texted him once more, asking him what he needs but you didn’t receive a response.

assuming he’s probably resting you give his older counterpart a call. there was about three rings before he picks up, “hello?” an aussie voice fills your ears. “hi channie.” you smile. “y/n! hi, what can i do for you?” he asks.

“felix told me he wasn’t feeling well so i tried to text him to ask if he needed anything but he didn’t respond so i’m assuming he’s asleep. but i was calling so ask if you knew if he needed anything or if you guys need anything at the dorms.” you explain, placing him on speaker opening your notes app.

“oh! well i know lino’s making him some stew but i’m sure he could use some medicine and maybe some tea and something for electrolytes.” he lists off. “okay i can do that, do you guys need anything for the dorm?” you ask, typing out your list.

“no i think we’re good, thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he smiles. “no problem channie, i’ll be there in a bit.” taking the phone off speaker, placing it back to your ear. “sounds good, drive safe.” you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

you quickly put on your jacket, pulling your backpack on, then your work bag and grabbing your keys, walking out the door. you had packed a bag, planning on spending a few days at the dorms taking care of felix.

you quickly make your way to your car after locking your door. you grab everything felix may need from the store, making your way to the dorms. the drive to the dorms was quick, pulling into the driveway, grabbing all of your bags. you use your hip to close your car door as your hands are full, before walking up to the dorm.

you use your foot to tap the door, hoping someone inside hears. the door opens revealing a hoodie clad chan, giving you his signature smile, “hey, y/n.” he greets you before grabbing the bags. “ hi.” you smile back, quickly turning back, locking your car before following him inside.

you make your way into the kitchen, finding lino finishing up his kimchi-jjigae while chan places the bags on the counter. “hi lino.” you smile, giving him a small wave. “hi y/n, here to take care of yongbokkie?” he asks, stirring the steaming stew. you nod, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go put my stuff down and check on him.

you make your way down the hall, before reaching his closed door. you gently knock on the door, just incase he was still sleeping. “come in” you hear the familiar aussie voice, his voice impossibly deeper. you open the door, finding the usually sunny boy, looking pale and dreary.

“hi bubba, how are you feeling?” you ask, quickly putting down your bags next to the door before making your way to the bed. you sit down on the bed, brushing his hair out of his face. he clears his throat, “i’m okay.’ his voice hoarse.

your hand resting on his warm cheek, thumb brushing soothing circles on his cheek. “what’s going on jagi?” you ask. “channie hyung thinks it’s a cold or flu, i have a fever, congested, i keep coughing and sneezing and my head feels like it’s a balloon.” he explains, before he turns his head away from you, letting out a sneeze.

you hand him a tissue from the box sitting on his bedside table. “bless you bubba.” he blows his nose, placing the tissue in the bag next to him. “thank you, angel.” he gives you a small smile. you look at the table, finding an empty water bottle, tissues, and some crackers.

“have you taken some medicine?” you ask, running your hand through his hair. “lino hyung gave me some aspirin for my fever but we didn’t have any cold medicine.” he sniffles, closing his eyes, nuzzling his head against your hand slightly.

“okay bub, i picked you up some, so i’m gonna go grab you some medicine and i think minho is done with the stew so i’m gonna grab you a bowl too, alright?” you ask, hand still running through his hair. “mhm, thank you.” he mumbles.

you leaned over placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead before pulling his blanket over him. you get up, grabbing the empty water bottle and crackers before making your way out of the room. you softly close the door behind you, walking back to the kitchen.

you place the crackers on the counter before filling up his blue bottle with ice and water. you start to put everything away, keeping the medicine and gatorade in a bag before pulling away the crackers. “here you go.” lino says, placing a bowl of the hot stew, with a spoon and some napkins next to you.

“ thank you minho.” you smile, placing the water bottle in the bag as well. “of course, there’s extra on the stove if you want some.” he says pointing towards the pot on the stove

. your heart warms at the older boy's gesture. “oh, thank you, you didn't have to.”

he waves you off “it’s the least i could do for you helping yongbokkie.” he smiles before making his way to the living room to join chan on the couch. you smile to yourself before collecting your materials, making your way back to your sick boy.

you carefully make your way down the hallway, knocking on the door once more, signaling your arrival. you carefully open the door, finding felix fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth. you quietly make your way into the room, closing the door once again.

you make your way to the side of his bed, placing the stew on the bedside table, sitting next to him once again. you place a gentle hand on his cheek, softly rubbing, waking him up. “hi angel,” you smile down at him. “you can go back to sleep in a bit but i got soup, medicine and water.” he nods understanding as he stretches a bit.

“sit up for me a bit.” he leans forward, coughing a bit. you rub his back, before you place pillows behind him to prop him up. “okay, lay back down baby.” he lays back, clearing his throat a bit. “comfortable?” he nods, giving you a small smile.

“good.” you smile, placing a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the still warm stew. you stir it slightly before taking a spoonful, blowing on the steaming liquid, bringing the spoon and bowl to felix. he opens his mouth, taking in the warm liquid, you pull the spoon back.

“good?” you ask, gathering another serving for him. he swallows the delicious food. “very good angel, thank you.” you smile, bringing the spoon back to him. “don’t thank me, thank minho.” you take the spoon again, repeating the process.

“no seriously, you dropped everything to come take care of me. i really appreciate that baby.” he smiles, placing an hand on your thigh. you place the spoon back in the bowl, leaning over, careful of the bowl of soup. you place a kiss to his cheek, “i’m your partner, it’s literally my job, you don’t have to thank me lix.” his cheeks redden slightly, small smile spreading across his lips.

you grab the spoon, repeating the same process until the stew is all gone. you hand him the napkin, watching him wipe his face before holding out the bowl for him to place the dirty material in. you set the bowl down before grabbing the gatorade and medicine. you place the medicine in his hand before opening the gatorade bottle.

he places the pills in his mouth before grabbing the cold bottle you held out to him. he takes down a few gulps of the cold liquid, before he struggles to breathe thanks to his congestion. “bubba, slow down,” you place your hand on his thigh as he finally pulls away. “breathe please, it’s not going anywhere.” you rub his thigh lightly.

“sorry.” he coughs slightly, causing you to take the bottle, before rubbing his back. “okay bubba, let it out.” the coughs slowly die down, his breathing becoming heavy as he tries to catch his breath. “okay, let’s lay you back down baby.” he nods, you put the cap back on, placing it back on the table.

you move a few of pillows, allowing him to lay back down. he scoots a little closer to you before laying down fully. “comfy?” he nods smiling, eyes closing slightly. “i’ll be back, i’m just gonna bring the dishes back into the kitchen, okay?” you ask, moving his two drinks to the edge of the table for him to have easy access. “okay, you’ll come back and cuddle right?” he asks, his boba eyes staring into yours, pleading you. you giggle, nodding, “yes, bub, i’ll come back and cuddle.” he smiles, happy with your answer before he nuzzles back into the soft mattress.

you give his arm a squeeze before getting up and grabbing the bowl, making your way back to the hallway. as you step out you run into jeongin. “oh!” slightly startled. “hi innie.” you smile. “hi noona, how is felix hyung?” he asks, pointing to the door. “he’s okay, he just ate and took medicine so he’s gonna sleep for a bit.” small smile still present on your lips.

“good, thank you for taking care of him.” you nod your head, “of course, i’d do anything for him.” your cheeks warming slightly. he smiles, “he’d do the same for you, you know.” you nod, cheeks becoming impossibly warmer. “i know, thank you innie.” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder before making his way to his room.

you make it back to the kitchen, quickly washing the bowl. “how’s lix doing?” an aussie voice behind you asks. you turn around, “he’s okay, he ate and i gave him some medicine so he’s gonna try to sleep now.” he nods, “thank you for taking care of him, we really appreciate it.” you nod, smiling at the older man. “anytime channie, i’d do anything for him.”

he gives you a side hug, “we know.” he pulls away, making his way back to minho on the couch. you walk back to felix’s room for the final time, lightly knocking on the door. you enter, felix lifting his head, before settling back into his cocoon.

“y’know you don’t have to knock everytime, right?” he mumbles, face smooshed into his pillow. “i know but it’s your space, i don’t want to invade it.” you say, making your way to the other side of the bed. you get under the blankets, opening your arms to him. “you could never invade my space jagi, what’s mine is yours.”

he moves, melting into you, placing a kiss on top of your heart. “you realize you’re definitely getting sick right?” he asks, words slurred with sleep. you giggle, “yes lix i know,” you pause looking down at him, “but it’s worth it.” you lean down, placing a kiss to his sift hair.

“please make sure you take some vitamins.” he says, clearly fighting sleep. “i will angel, now go to sleep, you need rest,” you run fingers through his hair with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other. “mhm kay, lub you angel.” you smile, holding him close to you. “i love you too, lix.” placing one last kiss on his hair before he drifts off.

needless to say you definitely got sick a few days later, which resulted in a scolding from the sunshine boy himself. but he nursed you back to health, make sure you both were taking your vitamins to avoid getting sick again.

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shooting-love-arrows · 5 months

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Your aesthetic is just so beautiful dear!! i love how you organize everything, how pretty you write !!

Can i request maybe a yan! mortician? I don't really know the word in english waaa (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

kisses. mwah mwah take care of yourself ok?? 🎐

Dear Anon,

Thank you, dear. It’s really nice of you to say. Your english is very good so no need to worry. Sending you lots of kisses and thank you for the patience. P.S I’m reminding myself to drink water regularly :)

@shooting-love-arrows

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍

PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 x reader [gender not mentioned/specified/implied] SYNOPSIS: General headcanons/some concerning habits of his. Tw. yandere walking red flag, creepy yandere, intentional poisoning, delusion, attachment issues (?), nudity but not nsfw.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Who treats you like a corpse rather than a living, breathing, human being. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 is so used to being surrounded by dead that sometimes he forgets you are in fact alive. It shows during those moments when he starts doing most simple things for you, like dressing you up before you wake up; when you stay still for to long, he’ll carry you around bridal style because he forgets that you can move on your own or forgets to prepare you a portion of food, because corpses don’t eat. Those moments scares you the most, because you’re never sure if he snaps out of it.

“Hm…? Oh dear…” 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 muttered and tilted his head when he realized he’s been carrying you around the funeral parlor for a while. “It seems like I have done that again.” Not that he was complaining. After all, he’s got to hold you in his arms.

Who regularly poisons you. He adds small doses of the earlier crushed pills he originally brought in the pharmacy to your food. Just enough to make you sick, weak and confused. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 feels his heart squeezing painfully everytime time he sees you in this state but at the same time, he believes that what he's doing is for a good cause. You must stay in the house. It’s not safe in the stress! Not to mention those people who could harm you (or worse, take you away from him!). This just can’t and won’t happen. He’d rather be the one to bring harm to you and nurse you back to health. Your place is here, in your shared house, with him.

“It seems like you are ill again, sweetling. Lay down, you need rest.” 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 proceeds to tuck you in and kiss your sweaty forehead lovingly. “Let me take care of you, sweetling. I will make everything better.” He whispered into your skin decorated with glistening pearls of sweat, smiling softly.

Who always has to carry a piece of you on him. He just can’t part with you. Be it before or after you’re officially his. He has a silver locket with a coil of your hair in it, a ribbon that fell out of your outfit tied around his wrist or a photo of you (especially the one he took of you). Those are few examples but anything that belongs to you he’ll gladly take to carry around. This way you can always be with him.

“What beautiful hair you have, sweetling.” 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 laughed in glee. He was in his funeral parole, staring at the coil of your hair he secretly snipped off when you were asleep. It was placed neatly in a pure silver locker he always carried around his neck. “The prettiest.”

Who has a habit of photographing your nude body. It depends on his mood whether it’ll turn sexual or not, but what doesn’t change is that he’s always in awe of your body. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 saw many naked bodies, more or less beautiful. But you…you are perfect in every way. He feels like it’s his obligation to document that beauty. So usually, you’ll find yourself lying in the coffin panelled with silk, naked as the day you were born. And so the photo session continues. And when he’s done…? 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 will lean over you, looming like a grim reaper ready to whisk you away into the underworld, and whisper sweet nothings, prizes and compliments to you while his eyes admire every inch of your body.

“Keep still, sweetling.” 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 adjusted his trusty camera so it’ll focus on you. You kept shivering from the cold that keeps nipping at your skin. Not even the silk you were laying upon helped to ease your worries and shame for you had no choice but to be vulnerable and exposed towards your captor. “Perfect. Close your eyes and stay in this position.”

Who kisses the spot on your chest where your heart beats. It happens first thing in the morning and the last thing at night. When you’re laying in bed, in your nightclothes, he’ll lower the front of yours and gently place a kiss above your heart. He imagines that it’s his way of pouring his undying love straight into your heart. It always sends a pleasurable shiver down his spine.

“I was born to love you…” kiss “I am breathing for you…” kiss “I am living for you…” kiss

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satansdarlin · 10 months

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can i request headcanons for the monster trio plus ace with a Fem!reader on her period?

Sure! Some of these are based off of personal experience of what my boyfriend does for me

Period headcanons (monster trio, plus ace)

Warnings: talk of blood (obv), slightly suggestive in ace's part.

Masterlist

Luffy

Man does not get it at first. Straight up thought you were dying.

But after some explanation from Robin, you, and Nami beating him, he finally gets it.

Still doesn't understand it in full but gets the most part

This man is now glued to you hip, even going as far as to deny playing games with usopp and chopper.

He kinda treats it like you are recovering from a injury

So obviously you need help with everything in his mind

Taking a bath? Now luffy has to sit in the bathroom and make sure you don't hurt yourself

Hungry? Omg so is he!

You wanna lay in bed all day? He's gonna cuddle you for most of it

Once he discovered the chocolate thing he made sure you had what kind you wanted.

In short luffy is the kind of boyfriend to constantly be beside you during your period if he can help it.

"Y/N can bleed for days and still be able to work! She's so cool right?!"

Sanji

Ngl man has been prepared for this day

He knows your cycle better than you do man

Like he is prepared with extra blankets

Red meats to help you recover the iron you loose

Mentally prepared for any mood swings you might have

And has stocked up on a stash of snacks just for you during this time

While he is the most attentive and loving during this he is also the absolute worst in the best way possible

He's just trying to be helpful and you know that

But he is also making you eat liver and kidneys because you need the protein and iron

Also the type to just straight up scream at anyone who bothers you during this

You are his baby. Gotta keep you safe and happy especially when you are aching

"Come on, sugar. Eat the kidneys it's good for you- LUFFY DONT YOU DARE EAT THAT"

"But she doesn't want it"

"Shut up stupid. Come on now honey eat the food I even have some chocolate chip cookies waiting after you finish this"

Zoro

Unbothered king

Straight up just doesn't care about bloody sheets or mood swings

He kinda thought you had a wound at first that you had hidden from him and freaked the fuck out

But after some explanation and him examining you just to be sure, he understood.

Makes you drink water the whole time

Does not care if you complain about being bloated. you are drinking those eight glasses a day

Naps with you during your sleepytimes

Will hold his hand on your stomach to apply pressure when you ask

But will also make jokes about you being his ketchup packet

Will go shopping for your tampons, pads, period cups. Doesn't know what any of them are so he asks Nami and robin for help

Comes back with something from every brand he could find and is now deeper in debt to Nami

Also straight up growled at someone when he could see they were annoying you???

He is now your social shield. Will tell someone where they can shove it if they don't fuck off and let you rest.

"607...608...609....610- oh. Nap time already? Alright alright I'm coming woman- did you just call me your cuddle bear? No I'm not blushing shut up"

Ace

Ahem. Ace? More like living heating pad.

More than happy to hold you the whole time

Nice and cozy against those warm man titties 🤌

Anyway. He is absolutely one of the best about things

Completely indifferent if you snap at him. Understands that you are just easily frustrated and also sympathizes with you cause he can't imagine feeling like he wasn't in control of his own emotions

Nap time? Great! He sleeps more than you.. actually he might have a iron deficiency now that I think about it

Warm hands on belly at all times

Will knead at your belly to help soothe out any cramps

None of these men care about blood. It's just the pirate way.

Has his red wings. You know what I mean ;)

"Here, lemme warm you up. Sh sh don't cry, you aren't bothering me at all baby"

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nicksbestie · 10 days

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hii, I’ve never done a request before so sorry if this doesn’t make sense😭

Could you do a fic where the reader is dating Matt and is autistic and is having a bad sensory day, and like someone tries to hug them without asking and Matt gets really protective and yells at the person for making reader more overwhelmed?

Don't Touch Me - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Matt has always been the protective type, and that only doubles when he's with you.

Warnings : sensory issues, overwhelm, mentions of headaches

Word Count : 1136

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : this is written with a gender neutral neurodivergent reader! reminder that this account is a safe space and any hate, disrespect, or rudeness will be deleted and blocked.

You hated having sensory issues.

It caused the little things in life to be so much more than little, and a lot of it was uncontrollable or completely unpreventable. It really didn’t have any benefits for you, as you really struggled with doing a lot of anything outside of your house. Your room was specifically set up a certain way, the overhead light never really used, the temperature always set to a perfect spot, and soft, dim, fairy lights as well as some adjustable lamps decorated the walls. Matt made sure to reassure you about it every time he had to put on an extra layer because your room was kept cooler than the rest of the home.

You were incredibly lucky to have such a loving boyfriend who was so understanding and patient when things went wrong. He always fought for you, because sometimes you couldn’t stand up for yourself. You struggled a lot with anxiety, and every now and then, Matt took on the protective role and made sure to be in your corner. It wasn’t often that he snapped at anyone, but if you were very clearly distressed and someone did something wrong, he definitely would catch an attitude with them. While you were curled up next to him, you thought about how exactly that had happened just hours prior.

You had been on edge all day. You hadn’t slept well, causing you to have a headache, so even the gentle lighting in your room was aggravating it. Matt had noticed you wincing in pain and immediately shut them off, pulling you back into his arms and managing to convince you to go back to sleep. You’d slept for a little while longer, but eventually had gotten up and you had both made your way downstairs to eat something. Chris had made some stupid joke about Matt being awake before one in the afternoon, and they had laughed about it, which you didn’t want to admit hurt your head.

Then, while you were eating a usually safe food for you, there had been some wrong texture in it that had made you gag, and had completely put you off of eating the rest of it. So, after not finishing all of your food, it obviously didn’t help your headache much. Matt tried to gently convince you to drink some water, but you hated the texture of it and didn’t drink very much.

Throughout the day, your headache dissipated, but you encountered other things that caused other problems.

You and Matt had gone out, running errands, spending quality time with each other, and had eventually gone to go get ice cream. Unfortunately for you, you had forgotten your headphones, and it was just your bad luck that when you entered the shop, there was a child absolutely screaming at the top of their lungs. Matt noticed the way that your face scrunched up, trying to hide the fact that it was bothering you, and he quietly told you that he would order and you could sit at one of the little tables outside, if that helped. You nodded, leaving the shop and relaxing almost instantly once the noise was quieted. You found a small table in the warm sun, calming down and thinking that the day really was looking up.

That was until the family with the screaming child sat down at the table next to you, and as you went to get up to go to a different one, you noticed they were all taken. You winced for what felt like the millionth time that day, hoping that Matt would come out with your ice cream soon. Luckily, he did, and he immediately noticed the kid at the table next to you. They were quieting down, but still making just enough noise to be incredibly annoying. He handed you the ice cream, offering for you and him to go walking, but you waved him off. As annoying as the kid was, they were being progressively quieter, and you’d rather just sit and eat for right now.

Eventually they got up to leave, and the mom walked over to you both. Matt eyed her warily, not knowing what she wanted. You had your back to her, but turned slightly to hear her when she began to speak.

“I’m sorry about my kid being so loud, I know it can be frustrating.”

You didn’t feel like speaking, the thought of trying to form words through how frustrated you had been all day was exhausting, so Matt spoke for you.

“It’s okay, we understand.”

Both you and Matt assumed she was going to leave now, so you turned back to facing Matt, your back subsequently facing her. But what she did next was completely unpredicted, and completely worsened your day. The woman decided to hug you from behind, and the second you felt arms wrap around you that weren’t the familiar comfort of your boyfriend, you snapped. You twisted out of her grip, standing up and moving a step away from the table so that she couldn’t reach for you again, frustrated tears filling your eyes.

“Don’t touch me!”

Matt was off of his seat in an instant, standing next to you, offering you his hand to hold, ice cream forgotten on the table. The woman looked completely taken aback, crossing her arms over her chest with an indignant look on her face.

“Well you don’t have to be so rude.”

You couldn’t even find the words to say to her, though you had many rushing through your mind, and upon your shocked silence, Matt took his opportunity.

“Don’t be so rude? You wanna fucking talk about rude? You just came up and put your hands on a complete stranger, and on top of that didn’t even ask if you could. Their reaction was completely valid, and you are the rude one here. Letting the fact that your kid was screaming their head off slide, regardless of if you’re apologizing or not, you don’t just grab someone. Especially someone you don’t know. Go take your kid home and leave us alone.”

The woman looked completely stunned by Matt’s outburst, and stalked off. He turned towards you, sitting you back down next to him, and quietly asking with his gaze if he could wrap an arm around you. You let him, letting out a deep sigh and reaching for your ice cream again, eating it while comfortably sitting against your lover. He could tell you no longer wanted to be in public, so he immediately drove you both home.

Looking over at your boyfriend who was scrolling on his phone, arm still wrapped around your shoulders as you both laid in his bed, you felt so incredibly lucky to have such an amazing person in your life.

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somethingtodowithreaders · 1 month

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Wrong Number, Right Day

Chapter One: Good Deed of the Day

Gaz x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 526 words

Summary: Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day.

Notes: I wrote this on my phone on breaks in between jobs. No editing.

Kyle groaned as he body refused to relax. His muscles still tight and tense, despite the flight home and the bar with the others. The piss poor alcohol had done nothing to ease Kyle’s stresses either. He ignored the constant buzzing of his phone on the table. Soap was probably sending updates on whether or not he’d managed to make any leeway with Ghost.

Soap had been trying to get in the Lieutenant’s pants for a while now. Kyle could tell by watching that Ghost was interested but never made a move. The little ways he took care of Soap. Making sure he was get checked out by medical. Doing check ins while at the safe house. Getting water and food into him. Subtly touching his shoulder when stressed. All these little things, and some alcohol, led Kyle to stupidly mention all of it to Soap.

So now the man was determined to get Ghost ti break first. Another buzz of his phone finally annoyed Kyle enough that he reached for it. Of course he had like 16 texts from Soap. As he opened his phone he noticed one was from a number he didn’t recognize. Opening the text he blinked stupidly at the text.

Unknown: Seriously Kyle I need the rest of the money.

Who the hell was it? Probably a wrong number. Cause the only person he owed money was Ghost. And he was letting him cover the next round of drinks instead. Kyle quickly started to type a response when Soap sent him another message making his phone buzz and Kyle’s alcohol fuzzy brain was spooked. His finger slipped across the phone.

Kyle: Sorry w

Shit. He’d hit send to early. Before he could respond again he got a flurry of texts.

Unknown: please

Unknown: kyle

Unknown: he said he’ll kick us ouyr

Unknown: *out

Unknown: im already working thre jobs just to cover what you can’t

Unknown: im not trying to make you feel bad but i cant afford food for a few weeks to cover this

Unknown: and don’t ask me to not feed your dog again

Unknown: he has to eat kyle

Whoever this Kyle was, he sounded like a fucking prick. This poor thing busting their ass just to get by. And to not feed his own dog? Kyle pulled up his bank real quick. As long as it wasn’t ridiculous, he could probably afford to send some money.

Kyle: How much?

Unknown: thak uo!!!!!

Unknown: just the last $250 and then well b god

Unknown: *good

Unknown: u still have my link?

Kyle: Please send it again.

Unknown: here ya go

Kyle: Sent $500

Unknown: what no! i just needed the rent!

Unknown: you need money for food!

Unknown: kyle take the other back!

Unknown: kyle!!!

Kyle: For your troubles. Going to sleep. Goodnight, love.

Kyle leaned back against the couch, his body finally releasing all of its tension. For some reason being able to help someone in a tangible way made him feel better. He could hear the buzzing of his phone but it lulled him into a soft sleep now instead of annoying him.

#gaz x reader #x reader #female reader #inspired fic #my fics

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shadowdaddies · 3 months

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So being sick with covid and being on my period at the same time is not fun so I was wondering if you haven't already done it a sick reader head cannon? With whatever Sarah J. Mass male you want or all of them whatever you want.

ah I'm so sorry you're sick love! covid definitely seems to be making the rounds right now, stay safe and I hope you feel better soon💜

SJM Males When You're Sick Headcanons

ACOTAR

Azriel

⁃ Azriel knows you’re sick before you do

⁃ His shadows wake him up in the night when they hear your sniffled breathing, notice your fever

⁃ He’s up and getting you water and a cool rag, making some tea with medicine from Madja as soon as you are up

⁃ If he has to go anywhere, he leaves his shadows with you to keep him updated on how you’re doing or if you need anything

⁃ He gets you your favorite flowers and a book, which he reads to you as you take a warm bath, the water helping with any congestion

⁃ Picks out your favorite clothes for you to sleep in, keeping an eye on you while being careful not to pester you too much

Rhys

⁃ Rhys secretly loves the excuse to take care of you

⁃ You usually tease him for using magic to do the smallest things, so he takes every opportunity to make anything you could need appear in an instant. You want warm soup? Right there. Another blanket? Five blankets of various fabrics appear without hardly a thought.

⁃ You are not leaving the bed. Rhys pushes any meetings or responsibilities he has to stay with you, taking the opportunity as the perfect excuse to spend quality time with you, absolutely spoiling you in every way

Cassian

⁃ Cassian gets anxious, immediately going to Madja for any possible medicine you could need

⁃ He would ask for step by step instructions on how to best care for you while you’re sick, and stick to that routine

⁃ He makes sure to make you food with lots of nutrients to boost your immune system

⁃ Azriel and Feyre both tell him to calm down and that you just need to rest, so Cassian carries you everywhere. He is undressing you, lifting you into the bathtub, washing your hair…

⁃ And then he discovers how much he likes carrying you everywhere, cradling you to his chest bridal style. It becomes a tough habit for him to break once you’re feeling better

Lucien

⁃ listens to you and what you need

⁃ He’ll do lots of small things, like bringing you a sweet treat or small gift to cheer you up

⁃ Knowing you feel terrible, he consistently tells you how beautiful you look and how lucky he is to be your mate, despite your laughter and protests

⁃ Plans a special night for the two of you once you’re better doing something he knows you love

Eris

⁃ this sweet baby is on high alert the moment he notices something is wrong

⁃ Once you’ve assured him that no one hurt you, you just aren’t feeling well, he checks you over thoroughly

⁃ He will make sure that you are tended to for everything you could need, assigning various people to give you medicine, cook you whatever meals you like, etc

⁃ But he’ll complain that they’re not doing a sufficient job and take over, halting his duties to take care of you

Throne of Glass

Rowan

⁃ Teases you for getting sick, saying you’re being irresponsible and not taking care of yourself

⁃ But he’ll insist on caring for you, making no sure you get plenty of rest and that no one bothers you with responsibilities

⁃ He’s the perfect one to hold you when you’re sick, his warm body soothing against yours as he wills a gentle, cool wind against your face

Crescent City

Hunt

⁃ he’d hear your small cough when he came in the house and immediately crumble

⁃ He’d rush over to you, asking what hurts and if he can get you anything to drink or eat, ordering your favorite food to be delivered

⁃ He’d pick you up in his lap, bundling you in blankets as he held you close until you fall asleep

⁃ He’d let you watch whatever show you wanted, even if the sunball game was on (but once you’re asleep, sunball is back on the TV)

⁃ Forehead kisses. Constantly. Carrying you into the shower, softly washing your body while he kisses all over your head and shoulders, wherever he can show physical affection

Ruhn

⁃ This cute dumbass would tease you at first, probably ask if you’re hungover

⁃ Once he realizes you’re sick, he’d go all out. Messaging Flynn and Dec to gather food and medicine for you while he sets you up in your shared room with blankets, pillows, TV, etc

⁃ He lays in bed with you, absentmindedly playing with your hair, watching tv, just to be there if you need anything and so you don’t feel alone

⁃ He’s definitely searching on his phone “will I catch my girlfriend’s sickness if I go down on her?”

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yuyu1024 · 2 months

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Cherry lips

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: idol dating, au, establish relationship

Warning: 🔞 a little smut, cursing, sensual touching, making out, pet name, fluff too

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: just random drabble again. I made these a few days ago or probably a week ago.. but just posted now coz i forgot..? 😂

Also side note.....Adulting life is hard 🥲 hehe

Struggggling hahah anyways Have a nice day and night to everyone.

Brb.

***

San messaged you, saying he's not feeling well today. So after finishing your work, you hurriedly commuted to get to his dorm so you could check on him and see if he needs anything.

"Huh? Y/N, what are you doing here on a friday?" Seonghwa asks, surprised to see you standing at their front door.

"How's Sannie?" You ask

"Ahhh...." he chuckles. "He's in his room... acting like a baby." He moves yo the side, gesturing you to come in. "He already ate. Mingi cooked him a soup dish to make him feel a bit better."

"Does he have a fever?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, "He's a lot much better now. He has been deligent taking his medicines, drinking water and eating well."

You sigh a big relief. "Thank goodness..."

"He just finished showering and going back to bed to watch a movie... he is basically okay now actually.. so I'm not sure why he asked you to come?" Seonghwa says scratching his head.

"What else? San probably wants some cuddles from Y/N...and get babied even more." Mingi says as he comes out of his room. "He even asked for a hug from me yesterday when I gave him his food..." he chuckles remembering how San acts.

"Probably..." you agree.

"If you two get hungry... There is food in the fridge. I cooked something for lunch earlier... just heat it up." Mingi says as he ties his shoes. "Imma go to the studio... so..."

"Be safe... you and manager." Seonghwa says

"Bye!" You wave to Mingi.

And as soon as Mingi is out

"I'll be in my room and watch a kdrama... I'll put my speaker on... and if I do get out I'll put my headset."

You title your head to the side. "Why? What for?"

Laughing softly, "We all know how San is... when he asks for you..."

You suddenly felt your cheeks heat up from what Seonghwa just said. "Oh dear!" You cover your face.

"Don't worry... We don't judge... it's part of human nature and..."

"Does that mean... you guys could hear... oh dear!" You panic

"Yah... don't worry about it... we don't really hear it all out.. probably just once time... and we learned from it."

"Oh God!" Your cheeks and ears are totally red now.

Seonghwa pats you at the back. "Sorry... I should've not said anything..."

Shyly looking at Seonghwa. "No it's fine... if ever... hmmm... we.... well... I'll try to tell him to be more quiet... and.. me too..."

"Cute." Seonghwa pinches your cheek.

Caressing your cheek after Hwa pinches you. "I'll go and check on Sannie..." you say

"Okay... I'll go and make myself busy now." He scoffs before turning his back.

You waited for Seonghwa to totally shut his door before you march towards the opposite direction, where San's room is.

"San?" You call as you knock lightly.

No answer. It's quiet.

"Sannie...?" You twist the doorknob and slowly push it open. "Sannie??" You whisper while your head is slightly tilted to take a peek if he's there. "Hmm... maybe he's asleep..."

You slide one foot first and then the rest follows. You are very cautious, trying your very best to not make any loud noise that could wake your boyfriend.

Scanning the whole room, you see that the room looks okay, nothing to clean so far. The TV is on but with a very low volumn that you barely hear it.

'He must've forgot to turn it off or probably fell asleep without him noticing' you say to yourself as you carefully walk further more in and look for the remote to turn it off.

"What are you doing?"

You screach a bit loud the second you hear someone talk just as you turned off the TV, making the room completely dark.

"I've missed you."

It's San.

"Fuck! You scared me!" You're heart is beating out of your chest.

"I can feel it..." he sounds amused by you getting scared. "You're heart is beating so fast..." he have you in his embrace from your back. "Sorry if I scared you... I was just waiting for you to get close..." he sniffs you by the neck. "I didn't thought that you'll turn off the TV..."

"Well... me too...I didn't noticed that your mini light weren't open... now it's completely dark."

"Just turn on the TV again so we can see..." he snuggles onto you more while he wrap his arm around your torse. "You're wearing a blouse?" He asks as he let his hands feel your top.

"I came straight from work..." you say. "I was so worried about you when I read your message..."

"Sorry if I got you worried..." his slides two of his fingers between the gap of your buttoned up blouse. "Mingi and Seonghwa took care of me well... but the reason why I did texted you still is because.. I miss you..." his fingers gently touches your breast. "I miss you so bad." He breathes in your scent from your nape

"I miss you too..." you take his other free hand and kisses his knuckle. "You're schedule have been hectic and I got bit busy too..."

"I'm free tomorrow and on sunday..." he hums, brushing his lips all over your exposed neck. "Stay with me..." he breathe the words as he turns your head towards him so he could kiss you. "Your lipgloss... taste like cherry..." you could hear him smile as he pulls away from the kiss

"Sannie... I need light... I want to see you..."

"You do?" He suddenly lets you go

"Hey!" You try to catch on and grab him as he moves away but you lost balance and fell off the bed. "Aw!!" Your knee hit the frame of the bed.

"Baby!" San panics and hurriesly switches on the soft light from the side of his bed.

You are wearing a black skirt with a slit on the side. And the expose knee hit the edge of the bed real hard.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah..." you are holding on to your knee. "It will be fine... though I'm sure I'll get a bruise..."

"Baby... I'm sorry." San grabs your face and kisses you on the lips and then on both cheeks.

"Hey... I hurt my knee...not my lips..." you chuckle.

A smile spreads across his lips and his cute dimple showing. "Please... stay..." Then he goes to kiss you again making you smile.

"Okay... But..." you raise your index finger and taps the tip of his nose. "No sex..."

"What? Why???" He pouts

"Well... unless we're not alone." You sit down and suddenly remember how embarassed you felt earlier. "Just... I don't want them to hear us..."

"But they already did..."

"You know?!?"

"Baby, how can they not? We are loud... what do you expect?"

"Fuck!" You fall down on his bed, face down. "No! I didn't want them to hear." You mumble over his duvet.

"Baby..."

You suddenly got up. "No... control yourself okay? No sex... until we are completely alone."

"You're saying that but your face shows you are not happy with what you're trying to implement." San burts to a laugh looking at your troubled expression

"Fuck! I miss you too and of course... I nee-- no... I wan--- no..." you are trying to breathe in and breathe out. "No... I'm here to cuddle and take care of you. We can play games and watch movies... to divert ourselve."

"Whatever you say, baby." San leans in and kisses you on the lips again. "I'll do whatever you say..." he hums those words like he's testing if you will break seconds into your pep talk.

"Don't lure me, Sannie. You already opened my blouse... yes... but no..." you smile into the kiss...

"I can try again later." He then pinches your cheek as he pulls away from the kiss. "I love you."

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yourmomxx · 6 months

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hii, i saw you were asking for some cm requests and i always have cm on my mind so, i was wondering if you could do something with a nurse!reader and spencer or hotch?? maybe just both of them coming home after a long day (a 12 hr shift for reader, probably a closed case for him) and domestic-y cosy comfort vibes. maybe some late night talks that don’t really make sense or lead to anything

thank u!! 🫶🫶 (as always with every request, no pressure)

a/n: oh, that’s such a sweet request, I just had to do it for both of them! I hope you like what I did with it, I love domestic vibes

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Sharing a home with Aaron Hotchner was a difficult thing to manage. Maybe, because the two of you weren’t home as much as a regular person would mostly be, but maybe because you had always been the proud owner of the ability to care - sometimes too much - about other people, and Aaron tended to go as far as to care not enough for himself.

So, after you both moved in together, it became sort of an unspoken contest between the two of you of who came home first, because it would inevitably set the tone for the rest of the night.

Aaron liked to spoil you senselessly when he came home before you, cuddling with you, making sure you relax, drink enough water, the whole deal.

And if you arrived home first, then, well - you did the things for him that he definitely missed out while he was away on a case.

You were standing near the stove, frying small slices of potatoes when the significant sound of turning keys and the front door opening rang through the halls.

When Aaron noticed your shoes standing out front, and the smell of freshly cooked food, a sigh escaped his lips that came close to a chuckle.

You just turned off the heat, when two strong arms were wrapped around you from behind, the feeling of soft lips pressing against the back of your head.

The warmth of a strong body was pressed against your backside. A content sigh slipped past your lips.

Everything safe and secure, you turned in Aaron’s hold and pecked his lips in a greeting kiss.

“Hello, handsome,” you smiled up at him. “Fancy seeing you again.”

Aaron let out a low grumble, corners of his mouth twitching upwards before he leaned down and kissed you again.

The feeling of him against you, in whatever way, was something you’d missed for the past three days that he had been away in - Nevada? Colorado? You didn’t know anymore.

“Hey.” The word came as a gentle murmur past Aaron’a lips as he broke away from you.

His eyes trailed over your shoulder and he craned his neck a bit.

“Are those fried potato slices?”

You nodded and pointed toward a bowl on the counter.

“With self made ranch, jalapeños and leek.” You dipped your head.

“Well, the jalapeños and the leek aren’t self made, but you know what I mean.”

Aaron smiled at you. “Yes, I do.” He kissed you again. God, it was so nice having him back.

Eating dinner with Aaron was also something that you had missed dearly, you did every time.

You would sit opposite each other on the old, but modern wooden table, and share stories about the recent cases you had worked, or patients you had treated, and you would spill the occasional - every single detail - about new gossip at work to your boyfriend.

Aaron didn’t always tell you everything about the cases he’s worked while he was away.

Some things simply were classified, some he just didn’t want you to be a part of, not in any way.

The warm light of the kitchen lamp illuminated his cheekbones beautifully.

Occasionally, the one or the other car would drive by the house.

Aaron dropped his go-bag on the floor next to your shared bed and pulled himself out of his work clothes to get ready for a shower.

You bent down to sort through the stuffed things of his duffle.

“These are all worn, right?” You asked him.

Aaron looked up at your question, but was as quick to wave you off.

“You don’t have to do that now, sweetheart,” He argued.

“You shower, and I’ll just do the simplest things in that time. Alright?”

Aaron weighed his head, and, after a few seconds of inner conflicting, agreed. “Alright. Thank you,” he said, and made his way to the bathroom.

You carefully sorted through his belongings, mentally patting yourself on the shoulder for choosing a partner that was as neat and organized as Aaron was, because that way, you didn’t have to inevitably wash and iron every single one of his shirts whenever he came home from work.

You pulled a dark t shirt from the bottom of the bag and folded it up. It was a simple cut, one-colored.

You held your nose against the fabric. It smelled like Aaron’s perfume, as probably the whole batch of clothes from the bag did, but not like it had been worn by him all that often.

Short-handedly, you changed out of your Pyjama top and pulled Aaron’s shirt over your head instead.

You smiled as you adjusted the soft material. It was a much better option, anyway.

You were tossing the dirty pieces in the laundry basket just as Aaron came into the room again, sweatpants and a tshirt on, rubbing his black hair dry with a small towel.

He halted in his movements when he noticed what you were wearing. A tilt of his lips, almost like a smirk grew visible on his face.

He stepped the few feet closer to you and drew you into a loving kiss. All his feelings were poured into the small point were your lips met his, were you both were connected, for the break of a lifetime, but as beautiful it could last eternally.

He didn't distance himself much from you, your noises were still touching, and you could feel the wavering in his breath as he spoke.

"Looks comfortable, what you're wearing there."

You smiled quietly.

Aaron drew the towel over his hair one last time, before folding it and tossing it over the heating neatly.

You were already waiting for him under the warm covers when he crawled into bed.

His head sinking onto the pillow, Aaron closed his eyes and drew out a long sigh. "This feels good," He whispered.

Your fingers found their way into his hair naturally, combing through the short strands carefully.

Aaron didn't open his eyes, but you felt the light push as he leaned into your touch.

"Missed this bed," He murmured. And he looked at you.

"Missed you."

You leaned forward and brushed your lips with his. The sheets rustled.

"I missed you, too."

You fell asleep that night, warmed by the heavy down blanket, fingers resting against the stubbly jaw of the man you loved, feet tangled together somewhere under the sheets, basking in everything that was Aaron Hotchner.

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The warm breath of Spencer was slowly ghosting over your skin, where his head was tucked safely in your neck.

You felt his even breathing rhythm as his chest lifted up and down under your fingertips, which drew nonsense patterns over his light blue shirt.

Spencer and you had gotten home around the same time tonight, as much of a rare occurence that was.

The cold stone of the kitchen counter under your naked thighs was a nice cool in contrast to your heated skin.

When Spencer had entered the apartment, before the door had even clicked shut behind him, he had made his way over to you and pulled himself into you.

He had not let you go since.

The fingers of your one hand found themselves tangled in his dark curls.

Spencer was still leaning his weight against you, thumbs circling over the short sweatpants covering your hips, and tickling the sensitive skin there.

"Did you not sleep well, baby?" You hushed into his ear.

The only response to your question were indecipherable mumbles that Spencer gave from himself.

He had not been home for the past five days, being away on a case in another state kept him from that.

You knew about the way your boyfriend had difficulties with rest, sleep did not come easily to someone plagued by the images that he was every day on the job.

Your hand strayed down to his neck as Spencer ever so slightly leaned away, just the smallest bit to have your features in his view.

"I strongly dislike hotel beds," He clarified.

You hummed softly, straightening out his wrinkled brow with the tip of your thumb.

"Maybe we should get you those melatonin gummies at the store if you have more trouble sleeping, baby."

Spencer scrunched his nose, bottom lip circling into another frown.

"Can't you just heal me back to sleep?" He grumbled.

The soft shiver of a chuckle left your throat.

When Spencer was tired, he got grumpy. But not old man grumpy, more five year old child who didn't get his sweets-grumpy.

Pouty, if you want.

Though you would endure him either way, old man grumpy or child grumpy, out of the two options, you did prefer this one.

You ran your hands up and down his upper arms. “You know it doesn’t work like that, baby.”

Spencer groaned lowly into your neck.

You sighed and leaned slightly back, your hands immediately coming up to support your boyfriend’s head as if it would fall off from its sheer weight.

Maybe, with the way that Spencer wasn’t about to tense one muscle, it would.

You cupped his cheeks and stared lovingly into your boyfriend’s sleepy, dark brown eyes.

“Come on,” you urged him quietly.

“Let’s get this off of you,” Your fingers slid to the buttons of his shirt. “-and get you to sleep.”

Spencer whined. You grinned and shook your head.

You kept unbuttoning him slowly, until you reached the lowest one.

Your hands, warmed up by your boyfriend’s body, slid under the thin material and over his bare skin.

There was a tenderness in your touch, when you slipped the shirt off his shoulders. Spencer just stood there and let you work.

He didn’t take his eyes off you once.

But you didn’t see that.

“Come on,” you repeated, hushed, thumb slowly stroking over his slightly parted lips.

“Let’s go to sleep. I know you need it.”

Spencer’s eyes slid closed.

He nodded.

You leaned forward and touched his mouth with yours slowly, softly.

Spencer sighed. You felt his breath tickle the lower half of your face.

His hand was gripped in yours as you led him to the bedroom.

When Spencer shuffled to the bathroom, you let him.

He couldn’t go a day without cleaning his teeth. There was no way he would fall asleep, you had learned that a while ago.

You pulled your silk nightgown out from under the covers, and, for your part, changed your clothes.

When it was a few minutes later and Spencer still hadn’t come back from the bathroom, you threw a look to check in on him.

Your boyfriend was standing over the sink, head bowed and hair ruffled, toothbrush stroking over his teeth in slow, tired motions.

Slowly, you came up behind him and wrapped yourself carefully around his body.

Your fingertips were gliding over the skin of his chest like feathery touches, your lips breathed kisses along his upper back.

You felt Spencer’s muscles shiver when you trailed lower, feeling the hem of his pants and opening them.

You let them slide off his legs and pool on the heated floors.

Spencer lightly bended over to wash out his mouth. Water still dripping from his chin, he turned around to face you.

You were gazing up at him.

Spencer leaned his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes in content.

Spencer hummed lowly.

You breathed out. “Yeah,” you said.

You let your hand slide down his lower arm and grabbed his hand in yours. Spencer followed you when you somehow pulled him into the bedroom.

He noticed too late that he'd been cold, only when the warmth of the thick blanket wrapped around him, he realized.

He felt a radiate of heat close to him, you had slipped under the covers as well. Spencer automatically drew closer to you, and the comfort you had to spare.

It was a routine, a studied motion, when he cuddled up to your chest, and your hands found his hair again, and his thumb stroked over the naked skin where his hand had slipped beneath the material of your nightgown.

There was nothing sexual to it, just his touch, that was grounding you as well as reminding him that you were real and that you were here, and that you liked to be.

Spencer liked to think that the way you were scratching at the roots of his hair, that it dimmed his migraines.

He was a man of logic, of course, so, in theory, it wasn't really possible.

But that was maybe the one situation where his logical mind had surrendered to his emotional one without putting up much of a fight.

Your soft and carefull voice glid over his ears like the softest lullaby.

You were telling him about your day.

About work, about the nice employee at the coffee shop, at the young daughter you got to reunite with her injured daddy.

Spencer liked when you told him about your day. In-between his life of death, and destruction and manipulation, he enjoyed hearing about the good that happened to the bad he witnessed.

It was an anchor, a proof of what the world had to offer that were not brutally murdered victims.

He didn't notice when he fell asleep, carried away by the tunes of your words, at some point you just felt the heavings of his chest turn more slow and even.

You didn't stop talking, though. Not until the muscles in your jaw weighed heavy, and the words didn't come as smoothly anymore, and you, as well, drifted away into the dark, but comforting arms of slumber.

You would wake up the next day with your back pressed against Spencer's chest, his arm slung tightly over your middle, and nose buried in your bed-tousled hair.

And you would smile as you felt him before you had even opened your eyes, and turn in his arms and kiss him softly good morning.

And you would love it just in the same way that you had the countless mornings that had been before.

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awakenthebeing · 1 year

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3 words

pizzano and piepoe

WHOOOO BOY when I got this randomly asked I fr did a double take bc JUST RECENTLY I DOODLED THEM DUE TO A DREAM I HAD!!! So the timing of this message was very coincidental...!!!

BUT since you asked for em i decided to doodle some more things for the two!! There is other art as well, but it's on my other socials and not here hehe

The basis of their relationship is very similar to how Piepoe feels about the Noise. Except she is simply just way more uncomfortable. They just don't like how unpredictable Pizzano can be!!!

I WILL leave these ones that are older tho bc theyre quite silly. These were from after the dream and they were just me sketching out their interactions based off of it😭😭‼️

#BUT thank you for this specific message!! the odds of you bringing this up after i had that dream was extremely surprising #make sure to rest and eat food and drink water!! sending lots of love your way... stay safe!! thank you again!!#💓💖💘💓💖💘💖💘💖💓💖💘💖💓💖💘💖💖💘💖💓💖💘💖💓💖💘💓💘💖💖💘💖💖💘💘💖💓💖💘💖💓💖💘💖💓‼️‼️‼️‼️#Piepoe arts #forgive me if these are out of character for pizzano btw. i know not much of the personality 😭😭

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Could we get something where Phantom/Aeon realizes for the first time he is truly safe and loved in the new pack

I sprinkled some of my Aeon headcanons/lore on this one, I hope you don't mind.

Aeon had a rough time in the Pit and is afraid the other ghouls will hurt him, he does have sensory issues and a meltdown, but all ends well.

Aeon is summoned, brought Topside, in a particularly chaotic time.

He's rushed through practices, learns to harness his magick and play guitar, and is thrown into a tour that lasts several months. Sure, he's in tight quarters with a bunch of strange ghouls, he gets to know them, grows to like them even, but he's constantly on his guard. He knows what other ghouls are like, especially to a runt of a quintessence ghoul like him, and has the scars and marks to prove it. He spends the entire tour doing his best to keep up, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Getting back to the Abbey after the tour ends is just as drastic a change. Aeon's a ghoul who thrives on routines. In the Pit, it was simple: Scavenge enough food and clean water to survive, avoid the roaming packs of ghouls looking for easy pickings, repeat. Tour is similar enough, try to get enough sleep, keep his energy up, perform his best every night, crash on the bus, repeat.

When the tour ends, Aeon is faced with a daunting amount of free time. Sure, he has chores and duties, but nothing as demanding as the touring he's grown accustomed to. He doesn't deal with change well, throws everything off rhythm and makes it so much easier to overload him. Aeon spends most of his free time holed up in his room, door locked to the rest of the ghouls.

It's a shitty morning to begin with. The neckline of his pajama shirt rests against his throat, nearly setting off his gag reflex as he wakes up. Aeon changes into somebody else's hoodie that made its way into his room. The smell isn't quite right, doesn't fit him the way he likes, but it's the only clean top he has, and Aeon can't bring himself to go do laundry. The lights are too bright, and Aeon hisses, pulling the hood over his shaggy hair to shield his eyes.

Aeon slinks out of his room, trying to avoid the others as he heads to the kitchen. He just wants to grab some food, some fruit or something, and dart back to the safety of his room.

Naturally, that isn't what happens.

Cirrus, Swiss, and Dew are all in the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing with each other as Cirrus slips out, steaming mugs in their hands. The fire and multi ghouls turn and swivel to face him as he enters. Aeon gulps, pinned in place by their gazes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Nice hoodie," Swiss teases, tail swishing behind him lazily. He grins wide, and Aeon does his best to hide his flinch as Swiss bares his fangs.

"We haven't seen much of you lately," Dew observes, taking a long drink from his mug, locking eyes with Aeon as he drinks.

Aeon burrows further into the hoodie, claws worrying at hangnails as he tucks his hands in the front pocket. "Sorry," he whispers, tail flicking behind him. He shudders as the sensitive spade scrapes against the tile. Aeon shrinks back

"You're always hiding in your room," Dew says, brows furrowed slightly. "What, are you afraid of us?"

"We spent months in real tight quarters, buggy," Swiss says, reaching out and setting a hand on Aeon's shoulder. "I know you value your privacy, but you can't hide in there forever."

Aeon flinches, jerking his shoulder back from Swiss's hand. "I just want to get something to eat. Don't wanna get in anybody's hair."

"You're not," Swiss says, frowning slightly, and Lucifer, that stings. "We just wanna know why you don't want to spend time with us."

"Yeah, voidling, we were all buddy-buddy on tour," Dew adds on. "What happened? We didn't upset you, didn't we?" Dew reaches out, touches his chest, and Aeon feels himself pushed over the edge, past an overload and hurtling towards a meltdown.

"Why won't you all leave me the fuck alone?" Aeon snarls, eyes flashing white-hot silver. His ears pin flat to his head, his tail lashing behind him. He snaps his fangs at Dew's outstretched hand, quintessence crackling in purple bolts like static electricity along his skin, looking for all the world like a feral ghoul straight out of the deepest, darkest parts of the Pit.

Dew flinches back, eyes wide with an expression that Aeon wishes more than anything he could read. Swiss takes a step back, swallowing hard as he holds his hands up placatingly. Aeon feels his stomach flip, eyes blurring with tears.

He takes a shaking step back, away from the fire ghoul. He ignores the others calling his name. He can't tell if they're calling for him out of anger, itching to put him in his place for disturbing their tentative peace.

His brain tells him he's back in the Pit, alone and in danger, surrounded by bigger, stronger ghouls, and his body acts accordingly. His hands dig into his hair, covering his ringing ears, claws biting into his scalp. He shrinks away from them, squeezing his eyes shut as he backs himself into the corner, back sliding down the wall as he makes himself as small as he can.

Aeon opens his mouth to beg, to plead with them for forgiveness, but can't find his words, human language escaping him, stuck in his throat. He hears Cirrus step back into the room, butting past Dew and Swiss, and feels her presence as she crouches down near him.

"Darling," she whispers. "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong? It's okay if you can't."

"Please don't hurt me," he chitters, the ghoulish easier on his tongue. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

Cirrus straightens, turning back to the other ghouls as she shifts backwards, giving Aeon a little more space. "Boys, I need you to take three steps back."

Aeon can hear their footsteps, breathes a little easier. He keeps muttering in ghoulish, pleading her, waiting to feel her sharp claws make contact. Tears streak down his cheeks, and he can't control his sobs as he feels three pairs of eyes on him.

"We're not going to hurt you, Aeon," she says, voice soft like a breeze. "Why would we hurt you? Darling, you're pack."

That's enough to shock Aeon out of his tears, opening his eyes to meet hers. "I'm not anybody's pack," He says, voice shaking as Cirrus's face falls. "I've never been anybody's pack."

"You're our pack, Aeon," she breathes. "Darling, you are as much our pack as any of us here. I'm sorry we haven't been clear about it."

Dew nods, taking a hesitant step forward. "Voidling, we all love you. I swear to the Father Below, none of us will ever hurt you," he says, sinking to his knees by Cirrus's side, his hands palm up and open on his thighs. "I'm sorry we kept pushing you."

Aeon wipes his eyes with the oversized sleeves of his hoodies, sniffling as Swiss kneels at Cirrus's other side. There's enough distance between the three of them and him that he doesn't feel cornered, but something in him feels right having them close.

"What did you mean, buggy, that you've never been anybody's pack?" Swiss asks, gold eyes full of something Aeon realizes with a start is concern. "You don't have to tell us, we just want to understand."

Aeon makes eye contact with Swiss for the first time since he lashed out. "Nobody wants a quintessence runt," he whispers. "Been on my own for a long time."

"Aeon, voidling," Dew says. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to be."

"Besides, we do want you, buggy," Swiss says. "We want you in our pack so much. We want to see you, more than just glances. We're not solitary creatures, you know."

Cirrus reaches out hesitantly, her hand open and non-threatening, claws glamoured away. "Can I touch you, darling boy?"

Aeon nods and launches himself into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her honeysuckle-jasmine scent. "You promise you're not gonna hurt me?" he whispers.

"May I be banished to the Pits if I break that promise, darling," she whispers in his ear. She notices the chunk missing from the shell of his ear, holds him closer as she purrs soothingly. Swiss sets a gentle hand on the small of his back, and Dew runs glamoured fingers through his shaggy hair. "You'll never be hurt again."

They kneel there on the kitchen floor for a while, until Aeon shifts uncomfortably. Cirrus moves to let him go, and he clings harder, whimpering. "Please," he whispers. "Just, my knees hurt."

Cirrus chuckles, shifting herself. "Mine too. Are you alright if we go to the couches in the common room? Far more comfortable than the kitchen floor."

He tenses, but nods, hesitantly extricating himself from Cirrus's arms. Swiss helps him to his feet, leading the group to the oversized futon in the common room. Aeon and Swiss lay down, Aeon curled up to the multi-ghoul's warm chest, his arms wrapped tight around him. Cirrus sidles up against Aeon's back, rubbing soft patterns along his bicep over the hoodie. Dew lays horizontal to them, letting Aeon rest his head on the softness of his stomach, purring like a rusty motor.

One by one, the other ghouls join the cuddle pile, Aeon in the center, and he's never felt safer in his life. He chuffs, safe and content, drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the soft breathing of his pack.

#dot's writing #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #anon request

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darkwolf989 · 1 month

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Outside the Office Part Thirteen

TRIGGER WARNING! This chapter contains graphic descriptions of graphic, tragic events. I do not want to be specific so as to not provide spoilers, but please proceed with caution!

Feedback is always appreciated!

I perched on the counter as I sipped my orange juice. I had the perfect view of my Valentino make breakfast for us. Watching him cook was truly a sight to behold. He moved about the kitchen with a comfort that stemmed only from hours and hours of time measuring and mixing the ingredients together. It never ceased to amaze me that one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell, let alone Valentino himself, would have such a talent.

He caught me watching him and broke into a smile as he leaned over and pressed a warm plate into my hands. “Here, my love, eat now, while it’s hot.”

Famished, I polished off the cheesy eggs and strawberry waffles in record time, setting my plate in the sink as he enjoyed his own breakfast.

His eyes met mine and he studied me with such intensity that I felt myself squirm under his gaze. “Do you want more? Because I can make more. Twenty five hours is a long time to go without food or fluids. And the little bit I got in you wasn’t nearly enough to make a difference.”

Without waiting for an answer, he handed me a bottle of water and a bottle of Sweet Sixteen. “Drink both of these before you leave this kitchen.”

I accepted and took a sip of water, the sweetness washing over my tongue. I gulped it down in a few moments.

“I want a shower and to stretch my body before I go anywhere. What’s the plan for tonight anyway? And what happened after the interview aired?” I asked as I cracked open the bottle of Sweet Sixteen and began to sip on that as well.

Valentino shrugged but didn’t quite meet my eye. “Nothing we can’t handle, and that’s all I can tell you.” He stepped forward and cupped my chin, “but remember my love, you are safe and can move freely while you’re with us. We will protect you, no matter where you are.” His lips touched mine and he pulled me into his arms, kissing down my body.

I gasped and leaned in, the feeling of desire shooting through me like a white hot lightning bolt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, opened my mouth to beg for him. He cut me off with another kiss, his hands slowly making their way down my body, his finger undoing the top button of my pajama shirt.

“Princesa,” he muttered softly, “I…”

The shrieking of his phone interrupted whatever he was about to say. In an instant, his attitude changed from soft and lovey, to the cold, hard Overlord I had seen in his studio.

“Fuck,” Valentino spat.

He answered his phone with such rage that I felt bad for the person on the other end of the line. Several curses, accusations of incompetency and an sharply pressed hang up button later, Valentino turned to me, his expression awash in annoyance and anger.

“I need to go to work. It isn’t negotiable. But before I leave, ground rules to keep you safe. Are you listening, princessa?”

I nodded and he took the last bite of his now cold breakfast, dropped his own plate in the sink, and added in the rest of the dirty dishes as he spoke.

“You can be here on your own. You can walk into Vox’s, Velvette’s studio or even mine freely if needed but come find one of us immediately upon your arrival. Vox’s cameras are good, but physically making us aware of your presence is even better. No harm will come to you in here, we are simply being…extra cautious. Alright, princessa?”

I didn’t want him to leave, and I was sure my expression gave that away. He leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead.

“I’m so sorry, mi amor. I’ll be back tonight, I promise.”

He kissed me again and he was gone out the door, leaving me with a belly full of butterflies and a strange sense of unease.

Without his presence, I made the executive decision that a shower was next on my list. Between the hot water and solid twenty minutes of stretching, I was back to feeling almost better than my usual self by the time I put on a clean pair of pajamas and made my way downstairs to see Velvette. Truth be told, I was eager to start to slip back into my usual routine.

I found her right away, standing amongst piles of fabric as she sketched in her notebook. I called to her and her head shot up. She rushed over and wrapped me in the tightest hug she had ever offered.

“Reader. Oh thank god. I wasn’t, Val said…” her voice trailed off and she shook her head and seemed to be trying to bite back words. “No matter. I’m glad you’re okay. Come on, let’s get you ready for tonight.”

I followed her across the studio and took my usual spot in front of her vanity.

“Yeah, what are we doing exactly? Do we have a game plan?” I asked.

Velvette ran a comb through my hair as she answered. “What we do every night, Princess. Go out, enforce our contracts, make deals, collect souls, show off our power, dance and drink.”

Collect souls? What was she talking about? I tried to think back on the nightly routine. Sure, there were plenty I couldn’t quite remember but not once did I recall seeing any of them do more than dance and drink. Unless…

Unless that was what they did when one of them stepped away from the table, and vanished out of sight for hours?

“Except for the dancing and drinking, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said finally.

Velvette laughed, but her expression quickly sobered up when she realized I was serious. “Oh shit. You really didn’t know?” She busied herself with a hair dryer, pulling and drying my hair in strips and seconds as she explained. “We go out every night to work, babe. Some of our best deals come from desperate souls in the clubs on Earth. Or we enforce our contracts in place, if needed. We don’t go out every single night just for fun, though it is an added bonus.” She paused and turned off the hair dryer for a moment.

I looked at her through the reflection in the mirror. She looked thoughtful as she carefully considered her next words.

“If you’re that curious on how it works, stick next to me tonight. I’ll show you how it's done,” she said finally. “Maybe if we take the mystery out of it it won’t be such a big deal to you. About time you started to learn anyway. So it’s settled! Tonight, you go out with me.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and her fingers flew across the keyboard. She grinned and picked the hairdryer back up.

“There. I told Valentino. Now sit still- I have a lot of work to do.”

To the best of my ability, I bit back unease that came with her decision. Lucifer had mentioned that I would eventually be responsible for distributing contracts and owning souls, and as much as Vox and Velvette made it seem like no big deal, the idea of owning a soul didn’t sit right with me. On the other hand, it couldn’t hurt to learn more about the process- to see what exactly the whole thing was all about. After all, it wasn’t like I would be offering a contract tonight- I would be there merely to observe.

One careful application of makeup, tight low riding jeans and a steller cut off, deep red shirt paired with solid black kitten heels later, I paced in the apartment, waiting impatiently for Valentino and Vox to come home. Valentino had texted me earlier, saying he would be home by eight and already it was eight thirty.

Velvette, ever so used to their tardiness, sat with her legs tucked up on the couch and gave me an amused look.

“Just chill. They’ll be home soon enough. It’s been a long fucking day babe, and Val literally hasn’t been in the studio working full time since everything went down.” She punched away on her phone. “Take a breath, they’ll be home soon enough.”

Instead, I paced until finally, finally, the elevator door opened and both Vox and Valentino stepped out. I almost jumped into Valentino’s arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Princessa, what’s wrong?” Valentino asked, alarm in his voice as he held me. “You looked panicked. Did something happen?”

“You two are late, that’s what happened.” Velvette said, standing up and walking over to Vox, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Let a girl know next time, wouldn’t you?”

Vox leaned in and kissed her. “Sorry babe. It’s been a long day. The phones would not stop ringing- it seems everyone has to have an opinion on the new princess. Not that their opinions matter, but as a company it’s good to gauge the public’s mood.”

“And what is that mood?” I asked.

Valentino lightly rested his head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. “It doesn’t matter either way, mi amor. You’re safe and protected with us. Come on now, I made reservations at that Italian place you adore so very much.”

“Finally. I’m starving. Let’s go!” Velvette exclaimed. She grabbed onto Voc and yanked him into the elevator. “We don’t have all night!”

Once we were in the limo, I curled up against Valentino. It had been almost a week since the incident in his studio, almost a week since we’d been out in public. As if he sensed my nerves, Valentino gently rubbed my back as he clicked through his phone, pausing here and there to look down at me.

“You have no reason to be afraid, mi amor,” he said finally. “You are safe, you are healed and physically you’re at your peak. Just smile, and hold hands with me. You are one of us now, more than ever. No one, and I do mean no one, would dare to touch you.”

“Not knowing is the worst part of this whole thing,” I responded softly. “I can only imagine the worst- pitchforks and red demons standing in line for a chance at making their opinion on me known.”

That elected a laugh from the three of them and Valentino kissed the top of my head.

“Mi amor, you have a vivid imagination.”

“She has a valid point though,” Velvette added, glancing over at us, “when we don’t know the reality, our minds tend to make things worse than they actually are. So, maybe stop try to talk her down until she sees the action herself?”

Valentino grimaced but leaned down and kissed my forehead as the limo rolled to a stop. “Come, come love.” His hand fell into mine and his voice dropped. “You are the Princess of Hell. Show no fear.”

Vox and Velvette opened the door and the moment it swung open, I could hear the chatter of frantic voices, desperate, angry, eager. The flashing of lights burst through the open door like fireworks. Vox and Velvette stepped out first, and Valentino gently nudged me forward, his hand firmly in mine.

The noise exploded as I stepped out of the limo. Valentino stepped in front of me and pulled me through the pathway that cleared as if by magic at his presence.

“She is with the V’s. Fuck.” I heard a voice curse.

Valentino shot a lethal glance at the crowd. Demons scurried away under his gaze and in moments, we were inside the silence of the restaurant.

The patrons inside paused and stared in awed silence as we walked back to our usual spot, the door closing behind us, leaving only silence in the room.

“Exhale. Baby. I can hear your heart pounding from across the room,” Valentino said gently, pulling my chair out for me.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding and sank down into the chair. Dinner sat in front of me, steam rising from the pile of pasta. Any feeling of hunger had vanished the moment I saw that crowd and it was all I could do to simply breathe.

“You have to eat, dollface.” Valentino prompted, pouring me a glass of wine and pressing it into my hands. “Demon’s are only expressing their feelings, no one touched you. You saw how they parted the moment Vox stepped onto the pavement.”

“And if you listened to their chanting, it's not all bad. It’s just chaotic. I mean, Reader, this is the biggest change in hell since, well, the beginning of time.” Velvette added. “Honestly, if anyone touched you, Lucifer would be out here culling demons left and right. At the moment, demons are just adjusting and well…they tend to be slow to accept change.”

“So eat, Princessa, please. I need you on the top of your game tonight- especially if you’re tagging along with Velvette.” Valentino added as he gave Velvette a disapproving look. “You know, I wanted to take her to Earth first.”

I reluctantly took a sip of wine and a bite of my dinner, which quickly turned into two bites. I had forgotten until that very moment just how delicious their pasta dishes tasted.

Velvette rolled her eyes and pointed a forkful of fettuccine at him. “Your contracts will scare the shit out of her. At least mine are more morally justifiable.” She turned her attention to me, “and before you ask questions, take a deep breath, shut your mouth and file them in the “ask later” category. Because we’re going to have a good time tonight, and I want you to experience a soul contract first hand before I fuck things up trying to explain it.”

I nodded with my mouthful and she gave me a winning smile. “Atta girl. Trust me, we’re going to have a good time tonight, protesters be damned.”

“Demonstrators might be a better word,” Vox said thoughtfully, “They’re not all mad and the word protestors definitely has a negative implication.”

“I prefer the term troublemaker, honestly. Regardless of their opinion, they’re loud and they’re making Reader uncomfortable. Hell isn’t a democracy, and it never will be. So what is the point of causing all these issues? They have to know they’re not going to change anything and even with Lucifer’s broadcast, I doubt they understand the true implication behind the slaughter of the former angelic military unit. Honestly, I doubt any of these demons have enough braincells to put together a simple cause and event situation.” Valentino added.

I continued to eat, listening quietly as they discussed the broadcast Lucifer put out. I hadn’t yet seen it myself and it seemed as though being down and out for so many hours caused me to miss a thing or two. I wondered if they would let me watch it, and figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“Can I see it? Lucifer’s part, I mean?” I asked finally.

I watched Valentino survey what little was left on my plate and then he pulled out his phone. “Keep the volume low. Put captions on if you need to, that’s how low I want it,” he instructed as he scrolled through my part and handed me the paused screen, Lucifer frozen next to Vox. “Just press play.”

I leaned back in my chair and hit the play button. On the screen, Vox and Lucifer exchanged pleasant words before Vox’s line of questioning began. Unlike his gentle tone with me, Vox’s voice was harsher, much more serious and his line of questioning sharp and precise. To Lucifer’s credit, he never once waived as he re-explained my words, adding details even I hadn’t known about the overarching issue, the power shifts in heaven, and the alleged renegotiation that was going to happen. The screen went black as the segment ended and I handed Valentino back his phone.

“I don’t understand why people are so upset, am I missing something?” I asked, “I mean, Lucifer literally said he would do everything in his power to renegotiate a similar, if not identical, contract with the new leaders.”

“You’re not taking into account eons of demons comfortable with the power structure now having their very lives threatened with unyielding extermination, and the anger as a former exorcist angel, let alone the former leader's daughter, takes her place closest in line to the throne should Lucifer step down. They’re afraid you’ll simply open the floodgates for angels to kill, and hell as they know it will be destroyed. And those who are angriest seem to have missed the part where it wasn’t your or Lucifer’s decision to null and void the contract. I’d also like to point out he didn’t officially either confirm or deny its nullification either, the population in hell just decided that’s what he said.” Velvette explained, taking a sip of her wine and swirling it before downing the rest of the cup. “Honestly, Val has a point about the stupidity of most demonkind.”

“Stupidity that could endanger you, princessa. But I want to be sure you understand it’s nothing you did personally, it's fear igniting this chaos,” Valentino added, grasping my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Things will settle with time and resolution, but for now the best way to handle their lashing out is to act as though you have no fear. As if you are above them. And the best way to handle their fear? Act as though you have none- show them what the future leader of Hell looks like.” He stood up and offered his hand to me, “come, princessa. Let us continue with our night.”

Another raging crowd waited for us outside the restaurant. Once again, they spit in half as we walked though and climbed into the limo. I was expecting the same when we pulled up to Valentino’s club, but to my surprise, I saw no one. When I questioned it, Valentino simply gave me a smile and squeezed my hand, leading me inside.

We sat together at the table, sipping on drinks and talking until Velvette stood up and looked to Valentino. He nodded to her and she looked at me, taking my hand and tugging me towards the back of the club. From around her neck, she lifted the same tiny silver V I wore around mine and pressed it to a dark spot on the wall.

The wall slid and she turned the knob of the formality concealed door, stepping inside. Behind us, I heard the wall slide closed and Velvette shut the door. Around the room, Valentino’s face was plastered on the walls in various photos, many with his signature scrawled across the bottom. The rest of the room held thoughtfully arranged office furniture and couches that created a neat mix of cozy and corporate.

Velvette walked across the room and from the farthest desk, she knelt down, pressing her palm to the underside. A drawer popped open, holding nothing but a small, leather bound silver and blue book. She picked it up and closed the door before coming back to where I stood, watching.

“Follow me. And do nothing but observe what you see. Don’t speak otherwise, not even to ask a question- save them for after. I’m trusting you here, Reader,” she said simply as she opened the book.

Her voice filled the air, melodic words that seemed to flow in a current of power. A rip opened in the middle of the room, a sharp, jagged gash that split the air in two. Wordlessly, she stepped into it and I followed, the cool air of a rainy spring night blowing across our faces. Around us, trees swayed softly in the dark. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light. For a fraction of a second, everything felt peaceful.

And then I saw it.

A car, or what was left of it, lay on its top, all four wheels facing the inky black sky. The concrete under our feet was slick, and with each step, my heels cracked against broken glass. I turned to Velvette but she raised her hand, and shook her head as she motioned for silence.

A noise, barely escaped into the night. A soft groan of pain.

My heart raced, and every inch of me wanted to run towards the accident, to do anything I could to help. Velvette gave me a look and shook her head, motioning for me to follow her. She knelt next to what remained of the driver's side window. I bent down next to her, and surveyed the scene inside.

The sight that greeted me turned my stomach. The remains of what used to be humans, teenagers, based on what I could make out, were scattered throughout the car. Blood leaked and streaked the twisted remains of metal and cloth, leaving behind a gruesome scene of death.

“Please, help!” The girl in the driver's seat begged as Velvette knelt next to her. “My friends need help!”

Velvette didn’t react. Instead, she began to speak, slowly and clearly. “Your friends are gone, their souls have passed onto heaven. You are the only one who remains here, and in moments you will be gone as well, your soul bound straight down to the fiery inner circles of hell.” Her voice grew deeper, darker, and eerily calm as she continued. “You are the reason these souls crossed so damn early. You chose your fate the moment you sat in this seat tonight.”

“No, please! I’m sorry!” The girl begged. The desperation in her voice, the understanding that she made a decision she could never undo dripped with each word.

Velvette acted as if she hadn’t heard her. “You had other options. You didn’t need to drive tonight, did you? You could have called for a ride, you could have taken your younger brother up on his offer to take you home, but you didn’t. You chose to take the role of Death, and four souls are gone because of your selfish decision. They trusted you- and you betrayed them. And now your soul belongs to Hell for all eternity, burning in the knowledge that you killed those who you loved the most.”

The girl moaned, her wailing filling the night with a soul splitting shriek. In the far distance, sirens wailed.

“One of two things is about to happen. When you die, and make no mistake, you will die, in the next few moments, and your soul will be cast straight into hell.” Velvette paused for a moment before continuing. “This is where I offer you a choice. You can arrive in hell, with no home, no friends, and no control over the rest of your existence. Or, you can come with me, and I will ensure that when you arrive in hell, the Sin who lays claim to your being does not collect. Instead, I am offering you a safer landing, a chance to bypass that Sin and arrive with the security of shelter, a career, and the things you need to create a better existence. All I ask for this kindness is ownership of your eternal soul.” She leaned closer to the girl. “In moments, you will die. You can accept my offer, or land in hell penniless, without a friend in the world. The decision is yours. Choose carefully.”

Blood appeared on the edge of the girl's mouth, trickling out between her broken teeth.

“You don’t have much time.” Velvette said calmly. “Choose. The sin? Or me?”

The girl’s voice broke, and her body made an inhuman gurgle. She reached out and touched Velvette’s hand.

Velvette seemed to understand. “Do you, Blythe Elaine Anisley, understand that you are about to die?”

The choked gurgle of a yes sputtered out.

“Do you agree to bypass the admission of hell through the Sin to which you are assigned and give to me full and complete ownership of your soul, in exchange for stability, a career and shelter, among others which will be read to you momentarily in my contract?”

Another sputtered yes. The sirens grew closer now and another type of darkness seemed to hug the scene. Velvette’s voice filled the night as she read aloud her short contract, outlining the promises she made above, along with a few other details. A whiteness hovered above the girl’s body as any life that remained drained away. In the air, a contract floated beside a calligraphy pen. The whiteness began to form the shape of the body it appeared above, and it scrawled its signature across the paper. Instantly, the contract and pen vanished, and the signor screamed as it fully formed the shape of its human body before plunging into the ground, vanishing from sight, leaving only its broken body behind.

Velvette stood up turned as she walked away from the scene. She paused and took my hand, gently pulling me along with her. Behind us, flashes of emergency lights, reds, blues, whites illuminated the scene as Velvette and I stepped off into the trees. As the screaming of the sirens roared, she opened the book and the rift appeared, just as it had before. Together, we stepped back into Valentino’s office, a final flash of red and the earth shattering scream at the realization of loss snuck through before portal closed behind us.

I sank into the office chair, my entire body shaking. Gore wasn’t unknown to me, and I had taken enough medical classes and seen enough injuries to be able to stomach blood and broken bodies. But the unfair tragedy of the scene turned my stomach harder than anything I had ever witnessed.

Velvette turned to me, seeming pleased, as though we had simply taken a trip to the mall. “That went well!” She eyed me. “You look like shit. Alright, we’re home now, ask the questions you seem to so desperately have.”

I swallowed back the bitter taste that rose in the back of my throat. I could feel my voice start to rise. “Why is she going to hell and not her friends? Why did you only offer the contract to her, and not to them? They made the decision to get in the car with her! Why, why the fuck did this happen in the first place?” I exhaled slowly, trying to take a breath and calm myself. “Fuck!”

Velvette looked unfazed by my reaction and propped herself up on the desk. “Let me clarify a few things. When a soul who is hellbound dies, they arrive in hell without a single thing to their name. Based on the sin they committed to send them here, they are assigned to a ring of hell ruled by that particular sin.” She paused for a moment. “You do know about the Seven Sins, right?”

The Sins. I had read about them earlier on my arrival. Each one of them- Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth, ruled over their individual circle within the seven circles of hell. Lucifer sat above them, ruling them all. I knew they handled contractless souls, and assigned them to their ring of hell.

Velvette seemed satisfied and continued her explanation. “In this case, Blythe drank, way too much, and decided it was still a fantastic idea to drive her friends home. Inebriated by the alcohol, she drove too fast on a dark and slippery road, crashed her car and killed every one of her friends, and herself. Her friends, who, in as much as it was their bad decision, trusted her with their lives. And she killed them. The moment she made the decision to drink and drive, she accepted responsibility for their lives and hers, she committed a Sin. Which Sin is a bit tricky- you’ve got Greed in there, definitely. Sloth will lay a claim, because she refused to take the extra steps to protect herself and her friends, and I could even argue that Pride would try to weasel his way in. If she had refused my deal- which she could have- she would have been thrust into a waiting area where the sins would have debated, made deals, and hashed out where she would go, and then she would arrive in her assigned ring penniless, without a single bit of hope, no chance for self forgiveness, and forever emblazoned with the guilt that she killed her friends. She would wander, tortured, until she met the wrong demon, or ceased to exist. I stepped in, and when she arrived in my studio just moments ago, she was met with the kindness of other souls, my employees who have been in her position, or similar. Those who also live with the guilt that she will live with for all eternity, and have found a way to manage themselves. I provided her an immediate sense of solidarity, and she’ll work as one of my girls until she meets her ultimate demise. Or until I do. Much more likely hers comes first.”

“How did you know this was going to happen?” I demanded. “Why didn’t you try to stop it?”

“I didn’t know. My god Reader, I can’t see the future, nor I don’t have any control over the input or outcomes of these situations. I simply pulled up in Vox’s database where all the souls currently set to descend into hell within ten minutes were located, and made a decision based on the information available. In my line of work, I usually look for souls with promise- typically younger souls who made the worst possible decision. Inebriated drivers like tonight, sorority girls, show offy teenagers. Some may disagree, but I don’t think stupid decisions made by the younger crowd always deserve to be thrust in front of the Sins before living a life of torture and poverty. Especially when their friends ascended into heaven- which answers the question, why didn’t I offer them all contracts. The rest of them did nothing wrong, except be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Vel, that was hard to watch.” I said softly. “I understand why you chose it, that her signing to you was a better choice than…the other. But still…”

Her voice softened a bit. “It always is. But at the end of the day, you’re doing a kindness. Putting a soul in front of even one of the Sins…” she shivered. “Is punishment unto itself.”

If what Velvette had said to Blythe was true, the cruelty she would face at their hands gave truth to Velvette’s view that her contract was doing a soul a kindness. To arrive somewhere new, only to be assigned someone's responsibility before being cast out into the streets was a level of evil I couldn’t have imagined. And it seemed as though even though Velvette stepped in, and took ownership…she provided the best possible outcome.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts and I jumped. Velvette rolled her eyes at me and yelled to the door. “Come in Val, we’re back.”

I heard the key in the door handle jingle and Valentino and Vox walked in.

“How’d it go sweetheart?” Vox asked, leaning over and kissing her cheek.

“As usual. Another soul ripe for the picking is now sitting in my studio, and another burst of power for us,” Velvette answered casually. She looked at me and nodded, “this one handled it great. Wasn’t a pretty scene either. First one is always the worst.” She jumped down from the desk and walked over to Vox, her harsh expression melting away as she fell into his outstretched arms, laying her head against him.

Vox kissed the top of her head as he held her, “you did a good job tonight, babe.”

“Princessa.”

Valentino’s voice drew my attention away from them. He walked over to me and gently kissed me. He frowned and rested the back of his hand on my cheek.

“Princess, you’re pale. Let’s get you home, you’ve had a long day- long several days. I’ve done what needed to be done for the night. Vox, Vel?”

“Yeah, I’m set.” Vox said, leaning against the open door, grinning, “I had a productive night. Between the three of us and our newest contract, there should be less than zero issues.”

Valentino scooped me up in his arms and kissed me softly. “Let’s go home then, mi amor.”

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