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#slight romance
luvyurself · 2 months
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the long lasting memories
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F catnap that fool scares me my boy theo deserved better
jean is a placeholder name before he turned into dogday
c/w: she/her pronouns, pure platonic for theo, slight romance towards jean (though can be seen as platonic), set in the beginning of the bigger bodies initiative, hinting at jean signing up to be apart of the initiative.
(my theory is that dogday and bubba-bubafant are the only adult ones who agreed to be in the bigger bodies initiative, while the rest are the orphans.)
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everyday was the same routine: wake up at six in the morning, freshen up, put on her work uniform, stick a breakfast sandwich in her mouth, kiss her mom goodbye, make her way to work, and get into the parking lot of playtime co. at around 6:45.
working a 7-5 job during everyday of the week gets old for a lot of people, but for her, somethings always happening in that job. it wasn’t anything extravagant, she worked at the playcare as an assistant, watching over the kids and sometimes playing with them.
the kids were a joy, some more energetic then others but it wasn’t nothing she couldn’t handle. having a lot of younger relatives made her pretty skilled in childcare, knowing how to help and soothe if needed.
she switched sometimes to help at the nursery, but she mainly monitored the main area.
some kids had taken a liking to her, always pulling her to play or draw. for some reason, she was told before she started to not interact with the kids as much, but she can’t just ignore those little puppy dog eyes they give her.
one kid was somewhat close to her, always sitting by her legs and being in his own world drawing. he never really interacted with the other kids, maybe he was just shy.
she came to learn his name was theodore, or theo, from other employees. she didn’t know why he always sat by her, but she never minded it. despite his quiet personality, he was always polite with her, showing his drawings to her when he was done.
one time, nearing the end of her shift and getting ready to go home, she felt a tug on her pants and looked down to see theo looking at her, a small smile on his face as he held up a paper to her.
she grabbed it carefully, looking at it and gasping softly. it was a little drawing of her and him, holding hands in a little field of flowers, with a happy sun and clouds.
he had his little name with purple crayon on pointing to himself, and with pink crayon pointing to her, was her name (spelled wrong but she didn’t care at all) in messy handwriting.
she bends down to his level, ruffling his hair and smiling, “I love it theo,” she spoke softly, watching as the boy twiddled with his fingers and nod.
“….you can have it….I made it for you…” he whispered, his eyes hiding behind his shaggy brown hair.
she looked back down at the drawing before humming, “a masterpiece like this should be in a museum,” she grabs her work folder, slipping it in carefully to not wrinkle it, and closing it softly and patting the cover, “I’ll make sure it gets to Italy as soon as possible,”
she saw him giggle, a seemingly rare sight for her. he was always so concealed about his emotions.
out of nowhere, he threw his little arms around her body and hugged her. he spoke softly, “I’ll see you tomorrow miss,”
she was slightly thrown off by the hug, subconsciously stiffening up out of habit. it wasn’t like she hated it, a bunch of kids hugged her all the time, but theo never seemed like the kid to do something like this.
still, she loosened her body and gave him a hug back, patting his back, “I’ll see you tomorrow too, theo,”
that was the last day she saw him at the playcare.
she asked around the employees, some shrugging their shoulders and some patting her back saying he was probably in class somewhere.
she finally got confirmation by one of her higher up coworkers that he had been adopted. she rose a brow at that, as theo never said anything about being adopted, but then again he was a pretty secluded kid, so he probably didn’t want to tell her.
she was pretty sad about not giving him a proper goodbye, but hopefully she can figure out a way to send him a letter with her own message.
she stood watching the kids play, a small frown on her lips as she subconsciously tapped her fingers on her legs. it felt weird not having the seven year old by her legs drawing whatever he did. she remembered him always drawing the same purple cat from the company’s new line of toys.
she was lost in thought when she felt a tap on her shoulder, flinching harshly and turning to look at whoever tapped her.
one of her coworkers, jean, looked at her with an awkward smile on his face. “hey, you alright?” he spoke, brushing a bit of rusty blonde hair out of his face.
jean was a good friend of hers, he was there longer then her and was the one who showed her around when she was first hired. he was polite, caring, and overall not that bad looking.
she didn’t know why she added that last part.
he was always someone to look up too in the playcare, acting as some sort of role model for the kids. he also loved playing with them, always had the bright look with a smile on his face.
he was also a real good listener, giving out great advice and just helping someone put a smile back on their face.
which brings her back to now. she looked down for a moment, before sighing, “just….thinking,” she spoke, fiddling with her shirt.
he was silent for a moment, before humming, “about theo hm?” he looked back to where the kids were, giving and airy sigh, “I thought I noticed there wasn’t a kid by you,”
he looked back at her, reaching a steady hand out and patted her shoulder. “It’s always hard seeing these little guys go, but just know he’s in a loving home now.”
she looked at the hand on her shoulder, blinking a few times, “it’s….I wish I could had gave him a proper goodbye,” she spoke, stuffing her hands in her pockets, “maybe slip him a candy or two in his hand before sending him off.”
a bark of a laugh came from jean, making her head to to him. “your the one that gives these kids candy?” he spoke in a whisper, a smile on his face, “the higher ups been wondering where the heck they get that stuff from!”
she felt a curve in her lips as she shrugged, “maybe I am…..maybe not….” she playfully waved the air, “maybe I just wanted these kids to get a taste of actual good candy instead of the ones from here.”
jean rose a playful brow, “so your a candy smuggler now? what happened to that rule follower I used to know?” he dramatically placed a hand on his heart, “she has succumbed to the darkness in her heart.”
she finally felt that smile grace her lips, laughing softly as she nudges him softly, “no snitching, I got a ton of kids who will tackle you if I tell them your the reason I can’t give them candy anymore.”
he smiled at her laugh, making the zipper motion on his mouth and throwing away the invisible key.
she relaxed her muscles a bit, popping her knuckles and stretching her arms, “so….any news about that promotion you talked about?”
silence, she saw him pointing at his mouth, making noises like he was muffled. she playfully rolled her eyes, pretending she had a key and air zipped-opened his mouth.
jean let out a fake gasp of air, putting on a little show before he began speaking as if nothing happened, “yeah, I just got the confirmation today,” he spoke, a happy grin on his face, “I got the spot!”
she smiled back, giving him a small clap, “yay! so happy for you!” she tilts her head to one side, “did they tell you what for?”
he gave her a play full finger wag, “ahhh, that’s for me to know only, I can’t be giving out my classified information.” he spoke, straightening his hair by running it through his fingers. “only me and sean can talk about it amongst ourselves.”
she blinked, looking at the schoolhouse and back at him, “the tutor? he got the promotion too?” she seen sean a few times, very intelligent older man, never forgot a face or name.
he nodded, “yeah! we’re both actually going to stay overtime with the bosses to talk about it.”
she gave a short laugh, “you gotta stay overtime while the rest of us go home, that’s why I never try for anything,” she motions to the playcare, “I got everything I need right here,”
jean gave a sarcastic laugh, “hah hah, let’s all laugh at the one who’s pay is about to increase.” he points at himself, making her giggle, “okay, your not wrong about that.”
she felt her watch beep, signaling that it was near five, which gave her time to pack up and leave. “well, I guess I gotta go.” she straightened up her body, yawning softly, “my mom wants us to get dinner at a restaurant, can’t keep her waiting.”
the man infront of her nodded, before he looked down at his own watch, “I guess I better go meet sean by the counselors office.”
he thinks for a moment, before looking at her, “you know….this might be the last working shift we have together.”
she rolled her eyes playfully, “your acting like we’ll never see each other again.”
sean sighed dramatically, “let me have my moment,” he spoke curtly then cupped his hands together, clearing his throat, “oh woe is me,” he said her name, “if only she could grace me with a goodbye hug before I begin this dangerous journey.”
she looked at him with an empty look, before sighing with a smile and going to wrap her arms around him. he was barley taller then her, her head reaching his shoulder.
“here you big baby,” she playfully spoke, leaning in slightly and softly inhaling his scent. laundry detergent with a hint of vanilla. she heard him laugh airly, wrapping his arms around her.
he whispered softly in her ear, “I’ll see you when I can, angel,” she couldn’t pick up the tone in his voice, it was mixed with softness and another emotion she couldn’t detect.
she picked up on the nickname, feeling her ears grow warm, “a-angel?” she stumbled on the word, “that’s a new one….” she mumbled, before she pulled away, “but….I’ll see you when I can too, jean.”
after they parted ways, jean sighed softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets before feeling something in them. he pulled out a small candy she had managed to slip in. he laughed at that, before making his way to the counselors office.
she made her way home, greeting her mom and spoke on her day before excusing herself to get ready to go out. while walking past her dresser in her room, she stopped and looked at the drawing theo had gave her, caressing the frame.
she wondered if he was doing good, how he was adjusting, and if he got a big yard with a cat he could play with.
when she was ready to go, she felt her little phone buzz a message too her, opening it up from jean.
‘going into the job! wish me luck :)’
that was the last message she ever received from him.
im not really proud of this one AUGHHHH I just had a thought and ran with it
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one-smuts · 1 year
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You've been a ranch hand with Millies family for years, and are none to pleased when they hired on a new guy for "extra help." even less pleased when he turnes out to be a massive douche bag. an incredibly sexy and charasmastic douche, but a douche none the less. you want him to think that you want nothing to do with him. but the walls at the farm are thin, and you rearely keep track of what your saying when you're in the heat of the moment. that's when the truth of the matter really comes out.
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Honestly there is not nearly enough striker smut out there and it is a crime. so let me try to get the ball rollin. reader is Afab and Fem, an imp, and as always, requets are open ;)
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"Son of a bitch!!" You yelled as the Hell Hog threw you off. And right as you got an opening too. "I swear to Satan, I will gut you." You growled to yourself as you charged for the animal again. You didn't get very far though. Of course Striker has to show you up, jumping in to "help you out" and slicing the pigs throat easily, stealing your thunder in the process. 
"Well that hog was one tough son of a bitch, huh Y/n?" He asked you with his signature mischievous grin. In your mind you always heavily equated him to a con man. He went over to offer you a hand up, but you brushed it away and got up on your own. 
"Yea, whatever Striker."
"Well now darlin', you sound pissed! And why's that?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't already know the answer. Ever since Lin and Joe hired him to help around the farm, he'd taken a great pleasure In showing you up whenever he could. Maybe because you were a woman. maybe because he didn't like not being the only farm hand. Maybe it was just because he found you adorable whenever you got angry. Doesn't matter why, really. You just wish he'd knock it the fuck off. 
"I had it handled you know." You said, answering his question without answering it. 
"Oh, yea. You really had things handled from the ground." He laughed, "really had the upper hand there." 
"I only missed my opening because you distracted me!"
"By being so handsome?" He smirked.
"By being so annoying. What were you yellin' about anyway?" You asked. 
"I was tryna see if you had the hog slaughtered yet. The answer was no, by the way."
You rolled your eyes as you hoisted the hog onto your shoulder. Being an imp, the damn thing was almost twice your size, and you struggled with its weight. But knowing Striker was just waiting for you to buckle so he could come in and "save your ass" once again gave you the spite needed to haul it into the kitchen. 
"Oh, Y/n!" Ms.Lin sighed as she saw you toss dinner onto the counter to be skinned. "Now why in the 7 rings would you carry that in here all by yourself? Wasn't Striker out there to help?"
You sighed and grit your teeth, knowing Ms.Lin met well. You had injured your shoulder a few days back. She just didn't want to lose another hand. "Don't worry Ms.Lin, I'm not made of sugar," You said as you let out a calming breath. "I've carried these fuckers in 1000 times before, I can keep doin it, on my own." You smiled. 
She shook her head. "You know, you can accept help, right? It's kinda what we hired him for." Lin said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.
"Then fire him." You retorted.
"I knew you were gunnin' for my job." Striker laughed as he walked In, "man, you should seen yourself, strugglin' to carry in that piglet." He snickered. "I wish I'd had thought to record it"
"Well, ya didn't scrub." You hoped, "now are you gonna help us skin this thing or what?"
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“Hey, Y/n? Quick question, what the fuck was that?” Sallie Mae asked you after dinner. You raised an eyebrow as you finished up the dishes and turned to her. “At dinner,” she added for clarification. “What the fuck was that at dinner?” You were still confused. 
“What are you-” you started.
“With Striker.” Sallie groaned. Oh, she met THAT.
“That motherfucker kept kicking me under the table!” you burst. “He was tryna get a fucking rise outta me Sallie Mae, and it worked! What kind of elementary school bullshit was that! And then to act shocked when I kicked him back, who the fuck does he think he is?”
“Y'all we’re playin footsie under the table?” Sallie Mae asked as she crossed her arms. She looked unamused.
“What? No!” you protested. “Did ya not hear me Sallie? I said that cocksucker kicked me, it was full blown war under that table!” 
“Mmhmm.” Sallie nodded, not very amused. “So you fuck him yet?” She smirked at your shocked face. Maybe you were oblivious to it, hell maybe even Striker was oblivious to it. But everyone else around you two could see a lot of your problems with each other could be solved with a solid hate fuck. 
“Sallie Mae, I swear on all that I hold dear, if you were not my best friend, I would feed you to the Hell Hogs right now.” you growled at her, face flushed with either anger or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both. “Have I fucked him yet,” you scoffed, “Girl, you know I have standards!” you snapped as you walked away from the conversation, tail swishing angrily behind you. 
Sallie wasn’t going to let you get away that easy though. She followed you. “Standards, huh?” Sallie laughed, “How’s that been working out for you lately, Ms.Sahara?” she would use your dry spell against you. 
“Just fine thank you!” you snapped. “Even if I hadn’t gotten dick in years, I wouldn’t fuck that snake. Motherfucker has gone out of his way since he got here to disrespect me at every turn.”
“Maybe he thinks you have a degradation kink?” your friend offered.
“What the fuck about me screams degradation kink?” you scoffed.
“Your posture.”
“What?”
“People who want respect in bed dont stand like that Shug. everything about you screams ‘call me a slut daddy.’ I thought you knew that.”
You looked at your friend for a long time trying to figure out where she got off reading you like that. “I take offense to that.” you finally said. Sallie smirked.
“You're only offended cause it’s true, huh?”
“Shut up Sallie Mae.” you scoffed as you got to your room. “Look Hun, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. I’d like to get to sleep.” you told her as you stretched to pop your back. 
“Ok, well just answer this for me,” Sallie said, leaning in close to whisper to you. “Honestly, hand to Satan, have you never even thought about it?” She asked. Have you ever thought of it? What a stupid question, of course you had. You weren't too bitter to admit that Striker was an incredibly handsome imp. One that made you blush the first time you laid eyes on him, something not many men could say. Of course you imagined what fucking him would be like. But that was before he revealed himself to be an incredible ass. 
“Not even once.” you said.
“Liar.” Sallie called you on your bluff. You rolled your eyes.
“Good night Sallie Mae.” you said as you closed your door in her face. You scoffed as you went over and plopped on your bed. Sallie had a lot of gaul to have that conversation with you. But, She’d had always been like that. It was why you loved her. Still. That bitch had gotten the thought of Striker stuck in your head. 
There was no way in Satan's hell he would actually want you, right? If he did, he wouldn't have been such an ass about everything. This isn't middle school, you don't show a girl you like her by pulling her hair. Not that I would particularly mind if he pulled my hair. You thought. Then physically shook your head to get that thought out of it. No! No! Bad Y/n!! You’re only thinking like that cause you’re horny! You mentally chastised yourself.
 Fuck, it really had been awhile, huh? A part of you considered dressing up and going out to a bar to try and get out of this dry spell. Then you remembered that you we’re in the Wrath Ring of hell, and that most of the guys here looked like inbred fuckin toads. Not all of em. Striker’s pretty. Fuck, you gotta get laid. Or at least off.
You hopped off your bed and went to your dresser, looking for old reliable. A small bright pink vibrator lovingly named Barbie. You smiled as it whirled to life in your hand. Who needs another imp when you have Barbie? You rid yourself of your torn jeans and got back on your bed, ready to get down to business. Your legs fell apart and you bit your lip as you started teasing your own clit. Involuntarily, an image of Striker entered your head, pinning you to the bed and running his fingers in between your folds. FUCK. This asshole couldnt even let you have your fucking fantasies. Well…fuck it. He’s already here, you already started, and who knows. Maybe it’ll help get him out of your head.
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Striker sat on his bed polishing his knife. And no actually, that's not a euphemism. The man was meticulous about weapon care. He heard you and Sallie talking outside of your room, and rolled his eyes to himself. These walls were impossibly thin, and he hated it. Especially having his room right next to yours, it made it hard for him to do any business on the phone. Couldn’t risk it.
He finished cleaning up his knife and put it back in its holster. He checked the time on his phone and considered turning in for the night. Being a farm hand sucked. He was never one for early mornings, but farm work demanded it. It was a not so small part of why he left the wrath ring to become a gun for hire. Murdering people was genuinely easier for him than getting up at 5 AM. He tossed his phone to the side and laid down.
“Striker.”
Then he heard the unmistakable sound of electricity coming from your side of the wall and instantly sat back up. No fuckig way. He’d been working on this farm for weeks now and had never heard this before. He was starting to think you were a prude. He laughed softly to himself. This was gonna be great ammo against you tomorrow. There was one highlight to being a farm hand, and that was getting to fuck with you every day. You were adorable when you got mad, and it was so easy to rile you up. He quickly decided if he couldn’t fuck you, he would just fuck with you and be content with that. 
That caught his fucking attention. The last thing he expected to hear from the otherside of the wall was his name. He didn’t expect the effect it had on him either. Something about the way you sounded so desperate for him made his heart race and his dick ache. 
“Striker..Striker please-”
Thank fucking Satan for thin and sin walls. Striker made a mental note to personally thank the king of hell for them. He could hear you so clearly, and yet he still found himself pressed against the wall to hear you better. His hand moved to the crotch of his pants. He plamed himself through the fabric to ease some of the pain. “Fuck darlin’” he groaned out, voice just above a whisper. He didn’t realize just how bad he wanted to fuck you until now.
“St-Striker, fuck me! Please! Fuck me-” you moaned breathlessley through the wall. That was in invitation if Striker had ever heard one. 
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Striker laughed as he made his way to your room. The panicked ‘meep!” he heard as he left confirmed to him that you did indeed hear him. He’d never been more thankful to share a wall with someone. He got to your door and knocked, then turned the knob experimentally. It was locked. You really were inviting him in, huh? He slipped through the door and could help but smile at the scene before him. 
You were glowing with blush, blanket thrown haphazardly between your legs to give yourself some sense of modesty. A hot pink vibrator, slick and abandoned, at the foot of the bed. You were looking at him, but couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Ya know darling,” Stiker said as he approached your bed. There was something dark in his eyes, “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked. But I do appreciate the show ya just put on for me.” he chuckled.
“Why were you listening to me, you creep!” you lashed out in anger, trying to turn this on him and away from you. He didn’t take the bait. He laughed as he caged you into your bed, face just centimeters away from your own.
“It’s kinda hard not to when the whole farm can hear you begging me to fuck you darlin.” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your side. It sent shivers down your spine. “Now, the real question is; didja mean it? Or are you just the biggest tease in this ring of hell?” he asked, causing your face to heat up even more with desire.
“I meant it.” you said before your brain could stop you. Fuck it, maybe Sallie Mae was right. Strikers wicked grin alone could almost convince you of that. Stiker grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. 
“Good girl.” he said as he pushed his lips into yours. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. You shyly moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, finally releasing you of your kiss. His hands ran down to the hem of your shirt. “You got no idea how many nights I imagined doing this.” he rasped, taking your shirt off of you. His smirk only grew. “Black lace, huh? you really are a whore, aren't ya doll?” He tisked as he easily unclasped your bra and threw it to the floor. “They’re prettier than I imagined.” he praised as he ran his thumb over your hardening nipple.
“Are you going to shut up at any point in this?” you scoffed, finding yourself again as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. You could feel his sculpted chest under his thin shirt and it excited you more than you wanted to admit. 
“Wasn’t plannin’ on it darlin’.” He grinned. He let you unbutton his vest and rid him of both it and his shirt.
“Mother fucker.” you whispered as you ran your hand along his toned chest. It was covered in scars, both healed and not so healed. You wanted to know the story behind every single one.
“Like what you see?” He asked. You could hear his tail rattling in anticipation. He was more excited for your approval than he was letting on,
“Very much so.” you smiled, finally finding the courage to look into his yellow green hypnotic eyes. 
“Right answer.” he chuckled as his hand moved down your body. You tensed instinctively as he reached your cunt. “Fuck Darlin’, I knew you’d be wet, but i wasn’t expecting this wet.” he purred as his fingers ran across your folds. “All this for me?” He teased, fingers finding your clit with the quickness of an expert. You sheepishly nodded as you realized he’d definitely done this more than you had. “I knew you wanted me.” he said smugly as he began to rub circles into your clit, sending electricity soaring through your body. 
“Ya like that, Slut?” the cowboy asked you. You nodded in response, focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Until he suddenly stopped.
“Striker!”
“Use your words Doll.” he warned.
“Yes, I liked it! I liked it so much, I kinda wanna punch you for stopping!” you hissed. Striker launched and continued his movements, much to your relief.
“And that's why you're my favorite.” he purred at you. His thumb had taken over rubbing your clit as his fingers began to work your pussy open. “Even when you’re the one in a compromised position, you never lose your fight.” It suddenly struck him that that was a little too intimate than he wanted to get at that moment. So he switched gears and fully pulled you under him. You gasped as you looked up at him. He was only on his knees on top of you, but he still seemed so much taller. It occurred to you just how much bigger than you he was.
“Ya know darlin’,” he stared as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” he began to trail kisses down your body. Your neck, your collar bone. Littering marks down your body, “I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” he groaned as he made it to his destination. Your body was on fire with anticipation. He spread your legs for him and let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see a cunt as pretty as yours.” he admitted as he kissed the inside of your thighs. He bit gently, sucking marks into your soft skin. He wanted whoever may be here next to know you were his first. Finally, he made his way to where you desperately wanted him most. He smirked at you one last time before licking at your clit. 
Your whole body jolted at his touch, as if it was made to react to him and only him. He sucked at your clit as his fingers began to work you open. “Fuck Striker, how dare you be this good at head.” you groaned as your hands knocked his hat off and tangled into his hair. You could hear him laugh from in between your legs, but didn't really care. His fingers began to massage you from inside, quickly finding the spot that would surely make you see stars. “Fuck!” you gasped as your back arched and your legs tried to clamp around his head. Striker would be the one man you’d been with able to find the G-Spot.
He used his free hand to keep your legs open. “Careful now Sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to stop now would ya?” He asked in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard. 
“Fuck, no! No, you asshole, don't stop.” you almost screamed when his fingers stopped moving. “You bitch! What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” you all but yelled at him.
“Say it nicely.” he grinned at you.
“Fuck you.”
“I know you want to Doll.”
“I'm going to kick you.”
“I’ll leave,” he threatened. 
“Fuck no!” well that was more desperate than you wanted it to be. “No no! Don't leave! Just…Fuck, please don’t stop Sir! Please, I need you.” you moaned. You almost cried when not only did his fingers start going again, but he added a third.
“Good girl.” he praised, his head dipping back in between your legs. He began sucking harshly at your clit, massaging it with his tongue and tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your hands found their way to his hair again, and you found yourself bucking into his face. You felt your body tense and your pussy flutter. 
“Striker, I’m Close.”
“I know.” he muttered from between your legs.
“How?!”
“You’re not exactly hiding it sweetheart.” he laughed, picking up the pace ever so slightly, forcing you to forget the argument at hand as your vision exploded with stars and electricity ran through your body. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuck!!” you yelled, your legs closing around his head and your hands pulling him closer. Striker realized he couldn't breathe, and decided that yes. This was how he wanted to die. With his fingers working you through your orgasam as he lapped up as much of you as he could.  “Dear fucking Satan.” you moaned as you released the cowboy. Your legs still shook with the aftershock of your orgasam. It had been awhile since you had sex, yea. But it had been even longer since someone made you feel like that.
Striker smiled as he wiped his mouth and sat back up. “Feel good Sweetheart?” he purred to you. You nodded blissfully. He smiled and gently tucked a strand of your hair back. You nodded, your brain still unable to form words. “That's great Doll. We’re not done yet.” he informed you. “Good.” you chuckled, causing him to smile. You watched as he freed himself from his jeans, and couldn't help the blush that formed on your face. Of course, it wasn’t enough for him to just have a pretty face. Oh no, he had to have a pretty dick too. 
“Fuck man, how’s it feel to be Satans favorite?” you huffed. 
“Isn’t that more of a question for yourself, Gorgeous?” Striker asked as he pumped his dick a few times. He bit his lip as he looked down at your body. He wanted to remember every curve you had. Every scar, stretch mark, birthmark, everything. He wanted to own it. He wanted to own you. He dug his teeth into your neck as he began to push himself into your cunt. You screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain taking over your body as he sunk into your still sensitive cunt. You could feel him sucking a mark into your neck. You knew there would be questions in the morning. You didn’t care. 
“Striker, God damn. You’re too fucking much.” you groaned, trying to turn your head to hide your face in the crook of his neck. 
“You feel so fucking good Y/n.” he breathed to you. “Like you were fucking made for me. Made to be a sleeve for my cock, made to be mine.” he growled. Fuck that alone send ice down your spine. You were not prepared for him to start moving, pumping into you like he was on a mission. He set a brutal pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep up. You clawed into his back, determined to leave marks of your own on him. It was only fair. 
His tail tangled with yours as his hand tangled into your hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for way too long” he huffed, “Do you know how many times I thought about bending you over and putting you in your fucking place? Shit darlin’ if i knew it would be this good i would have done it sooner.” he repositioned himself to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. It was too much.
You groaned and bit the fuck out his his shoulder, causing him to help, then laugh, but never falter in his thrusts. He was a professional after all. He pulled your hair, forcing you to release him. “Fuck darlin, we bitin’ now?” he laughed, as if he did not just leave a very prominent mark on your neck. “I-it’s only f-fair!” you argused, struggling to make coherent thoughts. He smiled almost softly and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. “If ya gonna leave a mark on me, might as well go big or go home.” he challenged. He desperately wanted everyone to know what happened tonight. And while the thin walls would assure that for the people that lived on the farm, he wanted the entirety of hell to know.
And you were far too cock drunk to think of the consequences. You buried your fangs into his neck, savoring the hiss of pain he let out. He tugged gently at your hair one last time, before using that hand for support instead, and using his now freed hand to rub almost violent circles into your clit. You let out a high pitched and breathy moan into his neck. He could feel your pussy flutter around him, a clear sign you were close.
“Fuck, you gonna come for me twice Darlin?” he groaned. As if on cue the knot inside your stomach snapped in two and you screamed into his neck, your legs clamping around him as your body spasmed with the heat of your second orgasam for the night. And shit, you we’re fucking gorguous. “Y/n, I’m close,” Striker warned as he realized you we’re not letting him go. “Y/n, let go, I-”
“Cum in me.” you moaned. He did not need to be told twice. He picked up his pace, pounding into your spent pussy before his own orgasam finally overtook him. He rode out his orgasam, shooting red hot cum into your cervix. His best move? Definitely not. But that was a problem for tomorrow Stiker and Y/n. Tonight Striker and Y/n couldn't get over how hot the whole ordeal was. Finally he slowed to a stop. He lightly tapped your thigh and you finally let your legs fall to the bed. 
“Shit Darlin’ I knew you’d be good, but..fuck.” Striker laughed, causing you to swell with pride for being the reason he had that reaction. He pulled out, leaving you feeling more empty than you expected.
“You’re a good lay.” you laughed as he rolled over next to you. 
“Why thank ya,” he laughed with you instead of at you for once. He pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t protest. He was warm. “So do we go back to hating each other in the mornin’, or?..” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into your hips.
“In the mornin’? Yes. buut I wouldn’t be against this happening again, so I guess we can like each other at night.” you giggled. He chuckled and nodded.
“Alright, I can get behind that. It’s a start.” he nodded, snuggling up to you. You hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet, might as well enjoy it. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at your door, causing you both to panic. 
“So Y'all are done feudin’ now, right?” Sallie Mae’s almost jovial voice came from the other side. 
“SALLIE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled from your bed as Striker laughed his ass off next to you.
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CANINE OR FELINE?
pairing: xiao, scaramouche, baizhu, pantalone, dottore, dainsleif, thoma x gn! reader
genre: fluff, to make up for my ajax series <3
prompt: are they a dog or a cat person? (req sent by → @stygianoir)
xtra !! notes: reader is gender-neutral, they/them pronouns, some characters are ooc since i am WAY out of practice....
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DOTTORE:
he sees no point in having pets. he sees animals as a sort of experiment; something to be taken apart, observed, and then put back together properly.
but i suppose if he had to pick between dogs and cats, he'd probably pick cats.
why, you ask? his reasoning is because he hates how unneccessarily noisy dogs are.
if you asked him to get you a pet, he'd scoff at you and ask you why you would want such a troublesome creature following you around till it dies.
you'd reason with him until he finally caved and sent one of his underlings out to find you whatever pet you wanted. the first few times they came back, he brought back terrifying creatures that you quickly declined.
you had to thoroughly explain what pet you wanted. a cat, with some nice soft fluffy fur, and small enough for you to carry around in your arms and wouldn't weigh you down.
he ended up bringing back a cat with blue fur. where in the world he got it, you had no idea, but you were overjoyed once the cat was in your grasp.
you'd cuddle it to death, and bring it all over the place, especially when you visit dottore in his lab.
he'd demand you to take it out as soon as he sees the tips of its ears, claiming that it would shed fur all over the place and cause a distraction.
you'd whine, and beg, and bug him until he finally snapped, allowing you to bring it in, but only if you kept a close eye on it so it didn't run off and accidentally kill itself with all the dangerous equipment lying around.
jester got away anyways...
thankfully, it didn't fall into one of those containers with a suspicious looking liquid in it. it ended up appearing right in front of dottore, meowing at him.
he'd stare at it and then pick it up by the scruff of its neck. then he promptly kicked the both of you out of his lab.
you'd end up coming right back in, because he's used to your presence.
"you can stay in here, but be quiet, and for the tsaritsa's sake, KEEP THAT FELINE AWAY FROM MY WORK."
"is this your way of saying you want me around?"
"..."
although he won't admit it out-loud, he's gotten quite attatched to the cat. when he doesn't see it usually cuddled in your arms, he has one of his clones work on whatever project he's doing and goes prowling around the area, looking under every surface until he finds it, casually meowing like it didn't have a care in the world.
he picked it up, shoved it in your hands as soon as he saw you, and went back to being holed up in his lab.
he loves the cat &lt;;3 (his definition of love means that he's being merciful and not dissecting the cat.)
THOMA:
he'd deffo a dog lover <3
loves to give headpats to all the dogs he finds in inazuma.
when you brought up getting a pet puppy, he was practically overjoyed, explaining different breeds and how each one had specific personality traits.
you two ended up on getting a shiba dog.
practically smothers the poor pup every day whenever he can. the dogs loves all the attention you guys give it.
"who's a good boy, who's a good boy?"
"thoma, i think you're going to crush tomo."
"oh. sorry."
the pup likes following around thoma while he's working at the kamisato estate. he'll have the dog balanced on his shoulders as he dusts the place, and has the pup running back and forth as he's wiping down the floors (which is very inconvenient cause he has to keep scrubbing the areas where its paws have touched the floor).
he says that dogs are the most loyal creatures. and its true. tomo refuses to leave you and thoma's side, and so you have to carry him around wherever you go, or he'll cause quite a ruckus with all his barking and whining.
you take tons of pictures whenever thoma's too preoccupied with giving tomo belly rubs.
he's so in love with the dog, you wouldn't be surprised if he asked the dog to marry him instead of you 💀
imagine the three of you just sleeping together- oh my god that sounds so fucking cute- you and thoma on either side, and tomo in the middle, licking at your guys' faces to wake you up in the morning.
this dog has an appetite; its a monster with food, so expect it to nudge its food bowl to you and sit back on its haunches, tail wagging.
this dog is smart. it knows where you hide all the dog treats and ends up sneaking one or two out of the bag when you aren't paying attention.
you'd scold it, but how can you be strict when its giving you those adorable puppy-dog eyes?
it's best to say that thoma is a complete and total dog lover; always has been, always will be, till the day he dies. <3
XIAO:
you compare him a lot to being a cat, so he's sort of curious to see what an actual cat would act like.
when you bring back a stray black cat you found off the streets, he'd stare at it, eyes narrowed at the creature you were snuggling so lovingly to your cheek
"this is what you compare me to on a daily basis? tsk. pathetic."
the cat meows angrily in your grasp, hissing and swiping rapidly, trying to claw his face.
lets just say this cat has some anger issues....
they both have that angry sort of emo attitude towards you, although the cat is much more softer when around you.
xiao feels like the cat is trying to make him jealous by stealing his partner's affection. it even gave xiao what looked like a smug expression when you started rubbing behind its ears.
will immediately shove the cat to the side and put your hand on his head. this surprises you, but you indulge him anyways, giving him headpats and running your fingers through his silky hair. you have to hold the cat back as it attempts to claw the adeptus' face to shreds.
"your cat has anger issues."
"our cat. and no, it just doesn't seem to like you."
will constantly be glaring at the cat, competing with it for your attention and affection. it's honestly cute and amusing to watch. <3
eventually, they both simmer down and reluctantly get along with each other. you even caught alatus (the cat's name) resting in xiao's lap as he rubs between its ears. xiao denied it ever happened, calling you delusional. you have a feeling the cat would too if it could speak.
eventually they start to become more friendly in front of you, playing with each other, but they still compete with each other every now and then. probably just for old time's sake.
you now own two cats &lt;3 congrats
SCARAMOUCHE/BALLADEER:
"what is that monstrosity you're holding in your hands?"
"what? oh, you mean this puppy? i just found it wandering outside, isn't it adorable?"
"no. no it is not adorable. can i kill it?"
this is how your conversation went when you brought back a stray german shepherd. you felt so bad for the poor puppy and was immediately drawn to it when you saw it padding around aimlessly.
scaramouche on the other hand has no interest in the damn mutt. he loathes it, hating how it received more affection than he did. he also felt very irritated when the dog would relieve itself all around the place and slobber all over him. he hated that.
you decided to name the puppy emi, which meant blessing. scaramouche scoffed at you, asking why you would name it something so ridiculous when it clearly wasn't a blessing at all.
you'd baby-talk emi all the time, nuzzling it close to your cheek and peppering its wet nose with kisses (how you could stand it, scaramouche would never understand; he'd had enough of the damn dog nosing his crotch with that cold, wet nose of its)
he'd balk at how much the dog eats and demand who would be paying for all of this, and you said casually "me, of course." he shut his mouth after that, finding nothing to retort back at you.
accidentally stepped on the dog's tail once and the scream that the dog let out sounded so terrifying, scaramouche almost jumped out of his skin. you soothed the poor pup while it whimpered and whined and writhed in your arms. scaramouche (very reluctantly) apologized to the dog, even though he complained how that would do anything, since the dog was just a dog and couldn't understand anything he was saying.
couldn't find his hat and went looking for you, wondering if you'd stolen it to wear, which was something you did a lot. instead, he found the dog, chewing on the edge of it like it was some sort of dog toy. he'd rip it out of emi's jaws and sputter angrily at the dog, pointing at it, then back at his hat until he gave up and summoned one of his underlings to get it fixed for him.
refuses to pay it any affection/attention or play with it, with the excuse of "i'm busy."
"you're busy, and yet you're sitting here, letting me play with your hair."
"..."
he grumbled under his breath the whole time, but played tug-of-war with emi. he mocked the poor puppy, holding it out for it to take before snatching it away before it could grab onto it with its teeth. finally, bored of playing with it, he let it grab onto it and immediately let go as soon as emi started tugging, watching in amusement as the pup fell back on its haunches, letting out a confused whine.
he tolerates it for your sake, but once you bring up getting another one, he'll immediately decline and say that one is enough trouble <3
BAIZHU:
he adores cats, beliving them to be intelligent creatures.
is delighted to hear that you wanted a pet cat and would immediately set out to find one to your liking. once you settled on a black-and-white tuxedo cat, you named it kushiro, which was kuro and shiro mixed together (black and white). baizhu thinks its very original
sometimes he puts his glasses on the cat and has you take a picture of him and kushiro. definitely a cat guy.
the cat is pretty clingy to him, always latching onto his clothes with its claws. the two are practically insepparable, you'd most likely have to pry them apart using a crowbar.
expect the cat to tag along when you two head out to go herb gathering with qiqi. qiqi holds the cat while you and baizhu almost break your necks trying to reach violetgrass. qiqi quickly grows attatched to kushiro and whenever its not clinging onto baizhu, expect to find it resting in qiqi's cold arms, purring contentedly.
"qiqi has grown quite attatched to kushiro, don't you think?"
"they're so adorable together though. kushiro and qiqi are kind of the same, no?"
"hm, i suppose you are right."
the two of you go out to buy several bottles of milk cause jesus fucking christ that cat can drink-
i can imagine yall just reading a book or sumthing in the kitchen and the cat is all like "mom, dad, we need more milk" and would push its milk bowl towards you with its little nose.
baizhu dislikes the way you baby-talk the cat. his eyes are slightly narrowed when he scolds you (very lightly) about how kushiro was much more intelligent than you thought and most likely took offense to the way you were talking to it. you covered your giggles in a cough, shoulders shaking lightly as baizhu frowned at you, shaking his head.
has a (mostly one-sided) conversation with kushiro, talking about the different herbs he uses in his medicines and of all the customers he's met, and about a whole bunch of other stuff. kushiro, on the other hand (or should i say, paw? no? not funny? okay-), is busy cleaning itself, licking every inch of its body.
yall have to deal with the cat's hairballs, it hacks it up all over the place. baizhu never complains about it, saying it's normal behaviour for cats to do that, but he does make a grimace every time he finds one in the kitchen or steps on one barefoot.
will be overjoyed if you ever ask to get more cats. you two are the power cat parents <33
DAINSLEIF: (more of a modern-ish au...)
i dare you to tell me this dude isn't a canine guy.
lowkey will pet every stray dog yall pass by.
he will not complain at all if you bring up getting a puppy. in fact, dainsleif will most likely pipe in quietly with a "golden retrievers are very loyal" and a "that one'll shed too much" when you guys go over what breed to get.
you end up being busy the day you two were supposed to go pick up the pup, so dainsleif goes by himself. when he lays eyes on your puppy (you two had finally settled on getting a black labrador after all those deabtes), he's immediately head-over-heels in his usual sort of way.
gets super attatched to the puppy. loves to take whatever chance he gets to pet the top of its hed or give it belly rubs. he decided that day that he would look after this puppy if it was the last thing he did.
when you get back home, you find dainsleif snoozing on the bed with your new puppy curled up in his arms, also snoring, its leg twitching slightly in its sleep. you definitely take a picture of this for keepsakes <3
you guys have another debate over what to name the puppy but you guys ended up calling it hinode (which means sunrise), because it definitely has a sense of brightness and warmth to it
istg, if you're not snuggling with the dog, dainsleif is. if he's doing research on a new lead, he'll have hinode resting either in his lap or in a dog bed he'd bought to place specifically in his office. if he's lazing around the house (which is very rare, mind you-), he'll have hinode trailing along behind him. the dog loves all the attention and will probably follow dainsleif to the ends of the world-
he doesn't normally express affection that much, always doing it in his own way (which meant chaste forehead kisses, the occasionaly hug from behind, and cuddle sessions throughout the day. he'll always bring you in closer if yall are sleeping <3), but his pda for the puppy is so obvious that it makes your heart melt just at the sight of diansleif bonding with his baby puppy.
you first, dog second, new leads/his case is third. that's his priorities.
will lowkey go crazy if the dog goes missing, but let's not go on that path, okay? 😢
this dog likes following yall everywhere. to the bed, to the couch, to the kitchen, even to the goddamn bathroom (idk why dogs like doing that? like????) he'll even follow you guys out the door if you don't command him to sit and stay there while waiting for you two to come back.
you guys aint even unlocking the door when you hear overjoyed barking coming from inside your guys' house. by the time the two of you stumble back in, hinode is literally jumping all over you, giving you both sloppy wet kisses <3
when in bed one night, he'll have his arms wrapped around you so snugly, his chin resting on your shoulder and your back pressed against his chest, and then he'll whisper, "can we get another one?"
yall end up getting three dogs ✌
PANTALONE:
this drippy dude is a cat guy. his personality lowkey reminds me of a sly cat. he'll act all sweet and innocent when that expression of his is merely a mask so he can concentrate on forming plans inside his brain and whatever other dark shit he has going on in that pretty head of his.
comes to you with two siamese cats in his hands and presents it to you like its a gift.
"i found this feline wandering around outside."
"oh. how adorable!"
"....."
"....."
"do you want to adopt them, pantalone?"
"i thought you'd never ask."
BRO IMAGINE IF YOUR GUYS' SIAMESE KITTIES WAS LIKE THE ONES FROM THE LADY AND THE TRAMP??? MY MOM USED TO KEEP SINGING THE STUPID SIAMESE CAT SONG OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND I HAVE IT STUCK IN MY HEAD (we are siamese if you please, we are siamese if you don't please <3)
i imagine both of them will be causing mishcief.
besides the cats, which you named daku (dark) and kage (shadow), you also have a pet fish, which is always swimming around in its secluded fish bowl. yall know that cats like fish, so i suggest you better put the fish bowl somewhere where the cats have no access to. several times, they came close to eating the poor fish, but you (thankfully), were able to save it before the cats could get the scaly thing down their throats.
pantalone is more of a subtle kind of trouble. he'll always find ways to tease you throughout the day and will find some way to cause just a little bit more trouble into your day for his own amusement. you find it endearing sometimes, but you don't mind it most of the time.
pantalone will buy the finest things for the cats to claw and tear at, and will provide the best quality cat food and fish for them to gorge themselves out on. he even bought a whole bunch of cat toys for you to use to amuse the cat, but you (both) know the cats will find some other way to amuse themselves, most likely involving trouble with a capital T.
the cats come and go as they please. sometimes, you'll hear a constant meowing at your window at one in the morning. stumbling out of bed, groggy and still barely waking up, you open it to see the two of them seated on the ground and staring up at you with innocent eyes. sighing, you'd reach down and bring them inside, plopping them onto their feet and watching as they slink off to do archons' knows what.
yall need to provide a lot of milk- since yall have two cats, they drink twice as much milk. you always make sure to use a bowl and not a saucer for the milk, because you know the two of them will come mewing at your feet, begging for more.
pantalone always finds it amusing when you can never find where the two are hiding. he can clearly see where they are, but doesn't speak up because that's just how he is that bastar-. he'll eventually give you a small hint as to where they might be hiding and you rush off to the area, eager to end the chase and to sniff down the trail he'd thrown out for you.
of course, whenever he calls their names, the two always appear out of nowhere and leap into his arms, purring lowly and snuggling their faces into his chest.
yall need to be prepared for whatever shit these cats got going on, because you never know what might happen when you turn away for a second...
let's just say you dont get anymore cats.
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• a mothers love .
Slight!Kaneki Ken x Fueguchi!Reader
[summary: a mother's love is strong, and she would lay down her life to protect her children]
[a/n: somewhat of a kaneki x reader but it's a slowburn you'll see towards the end also mentions of kaneki’s mother.. i know she wasn’t all what kaneki said she was.. I’ve read the manga but since technically at this time he still thinks she was a good person it fits in here somewhat]
beginning/ middle / end/ epilouge
Hinami and [Y/n], froze as Kaneki opened the door and saw them eating. Their face covered in blood, he fell onto his back staring at them in shock. "I-I" He stammered, and the sisters picked up the napkin and wiped off their mouths.
"Hinami, Y/n I didn't know you were here." He stammered, and he looked at the two. Hinami and [Y/n] looked down embarrassed, "E-Enjoy your meal." He said, as he scrambled out of the room. Closing the door behind him.
"Hinami Y/n, can I come in?" Kaneki asked, and he opened the door. Hinami looked up from her book to look up at him, and [Y/n] looked up from her sketchbook. He walked over towards the coffee table, "I'm sorry about earlier." He said smiling, holding two cups of coffee for them. "Here. It's on the house." He said, placing them on the table.
"Stay as long as you want." He said, and he turned away from the sisters. "Um." mumbled Hinami, as she looked away. "Mm? What's up?" said Kaneki, as he turned back around.
Hinami looked down nervously unsure of what to say, "Um." She mumbled once again, "Which are you..?" She asked, causing her older sister to look up and stare at Hinami.
Kaneki looked at her for a moment, before reverting his eyes towards the ground. "Um..." He said nervously. Thinking she upset him Hinami looked down, "N-Nevermind." She mumbled, sadly. "I'm...I'm sorry." She apologized, staring at the coffee.
"Y-Your scent is way different from everybody else so.." She said. Kaneki then told her how he was once a human but is more like a ghoul now in a way, he said it with a hint of nervousness in his voice. He wished he could go back to being a human.
Kaneki noticed, that she was reading a Sen Takatsuki. He then helped Hinami understand harder words as well [Y/n], since she struggled with the words as well. She smiled, as he tutored them on the book teaching them all kinds of words.
The three stopped in their tracks seeing the two doves, a older looking dove with white hair, and the other one with black much younger looking. Standing in front of them: holding umbrellas. "Do you have a moment?" said Kureo Mado, looking at them with a craze look in his eyes.
"Mrs. Ryouko Fueguchi," He said, looking at the family. [Y/n]'s eyes widened, he pulled out a ziplock bag with bloodstains inside. Written on the bottom left corner. No.696. "We'd like to ask you about this." He said, looking at the family.
A crowd had started to form around the area, 'What's going on over there?' as people watched. 'Cops?'
"We are Ghoul Investigators." shouted Amon, at the crowd of people, "It is not safe here please vacate the area immediately." He shouted, at the crowd of people as he held up his badge.
'Ghoul? Is he talking about those three?' someone said, looking at the mother and her two children. 'No way they look totally normal.' another person said, looking at them as they left the area.
"Please step back" Amon shouted, again.
"Mom." said Hinami and [Y/n], looking over at her terrifed. She looked at her two daughters and brought them close closing her eyes, as she wrapped her arms around them. "Hinami..Y/n." whispered Ryouko, as she held her daughters close.
"Run." whispered she, looking at her daughters, as her eyes filled with kakugan. Hinami and [Y/n] looked at her scared, "Mom?" whispered [Y/n], watching as her mother released her koukaku shielding her daughters.
"Mom.." Hinami's voice shaking, as her mother
"M.."
"Go!!!" shouted Ryouko, at her daughters. Tearing welling up in their eyes, [Y/n] grabbed Hinami by the hand and ran away.
Kaneki was stuck in his own thoughts, "Kaneki!!" shouted [Y/n], from behind causing him to turn around. Tears in both their eyes clothes drenched from the rain, "Kaneki!!" She cried, running towards him tears in her eyes. "Hinami? Y/n? Thank God." He said, looking at them.
"M-My mother..." She cried tears in her eyes her voice shaking, still catching her breath from all that running. "She's u-ugh." She looked down, unable to get the words out still catching her breath from all that running.
The three ran through the streets where, Hinami and [Y/n] were forced to leave their mother behind. "Hide." whispered Kaneki, as he pulled the two girls into an alleyway.
Kureo Mado stood above an injured Ryouko, "If you had come quietly with us, you wouldn't have had to die on the streets." said Kureo Mado, looking down at the mother. "I would've taken my time dissecting you." He said, a crazed look in his eyes.
"Do you have any last words?" He looked down at her, and the mother stayed quiet for a moment.
"Mom.." whimpered Hinami and [Y/n], as they looked towards their mother. Kaneki didn't know what to do he couldn't fight, there were too many Doves. Ryouko sat there in the rain for a moment, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. [Y/n] held her little sister close, and covered both her mouth and eyes with her hands.
Ryouko opened her mouth to so speak, a hopeful smile growing across her face. “Times up..” a swift movement was all it took with the quinque, by the dove. Slicing off the head of the mother who sacrificed her life so that her daughter might live.
Kaneki and [Y/n], could only watch in horror, "Mama!" Hinami's muffled cries, going unheard. [Y/n]'s hand covering both her mouth and eyes, having shieled her from such a gruesome scene but not herself.
[Y/n]'s eyes widened, at the familiar scent she swallowed. "I-Is that?" She stood there frozen, Hinami lifted her head staring at the three. Her face stained with tears, holding the severed hand of her mother. "It's mom." Hinami sniffled, looking up at them. The fight with Kureo Mado, was grueling.
"Get away from her!" shouted [Y/n], shielding her sister from what was once both their mother and fathers kagune. Now turned into quinque used by the crazed Dove. Hellbent on killing the last remaining Fueguchi's.
She coughed up blood, as she was struck in the side by her father's kagune. Sending her flying into the columns, her body falling to the ground with a thud.
"Hina.."
[Y/n] acted quickly and swiftly sliced Mado's neck with her kagune, protecting her sister. She kneeled in front of her placing her hand, on her side. She stared at the dove, as he rambled reaching out towards the two girls a crazed look on his face. Her eyes widened, as she saw the wedding band on his finger.
"Are you guys okay?" A voice said, causing the three to look over at them. "Kaneki Yomo." [Y/n] stared at what she had done. Yomo said that they had to leave, but she seemed to be in a world of her own. "Y/n?" Touka said, looking at the girl who continued to stare off in the distance.
Kaneki slowly walked over towards her, "Y/n, W-We have to get outta here." He said, and she turned away and followed her friends outside. Kaneki placed his jacket on her shoulder's causing her cheeks to turn red slightly, as she looked at him. He smiled at her warmly, her heart seemed to flutter. She almost forgot the pain in her side.
As they walked away from the aftermath. She sniffled, as leaned against him for support as they walked back towards Anteiku. He wrapped an arm around her to keep her from falling, she looked over at Hinami.
Hinami was being carried by Yomo on his back, "Is it okay for me to live." said Hinami, and her older sister looked up. "Hinami." said [Y/n], causing her sister to turn back to look at her older sister.
"I think what mom was trying to tell us that day was to live." She said, looking at her little sister, with tears in her eyes. Hinami sniffled, "Yeah." she mumbled, remembering the final time she saw her mother. [Y/n] wished she were stronger, she wished she knew how to fight.
Especially now, even though they'll have Anteiku she has a feeling something like that might only last for so long. She wanted to be able to protect Hinami, even if it meant she'd die in the process. But right now they needed some rest.
[sneak peek: beginning of something new]
"Wow! You're a really good artist." said Kaneki, from behind [Y/n] causing her to jump and quickly close her sketchbook. "Sorry, I didn't mean scare you." He said nervously, looking at her and she shook her head.
As she gripped the sketchbook holding it close to her chest, "N-No, it's okay. I'm just usually really private about my sketchbook." She said, biting her lip nervously.
"U-Um, from the little bit I saw your an amazing artist." He said smiling at her, causing her cheeks to go red. "U-Um, thanks." She said sheepishly, looking away.
"Um, maybe when your on your break.." She stammered, puffing her cheeks slightly, "I-I'll let you look through it." She said, and he nodded and smiled at her causing her heart to flutter. She had never shown anyone her artwork before, not her mother, father, or Hinami. She thought her artwork looked terrible, she thought at first he was saying it just to be nice but.
He had a genuine tone in his voice, when he complimented the little peek he got of her artwork. She looked up from sketchbook, and glanced over at Kaneki as we worked behind the counter. Her cheeks went red as their eyes met, and she quickly looked away her heart skipping a beat.
Kaneki and everyone at Anteiku, have been helping her through this rough time. Both her and Hinami, both staying at Touka’s place for the time being. She was growing somewhat closer to Kaneki though, maybe even developing a little crush on him.
Her birthday was coming up, in the next couple of days. She was going to be seventeen. Her parents weren’t going to see her grow up. Maybe even start a family. Get married. They wouldn’t be here for any of it.
She looked down sadly at her sketchbook, opening it and going through the pages. Before landing on one, she had drawn recently. Her mother and father, all of them together happily. Tears trickled down her cheeks, at hit the page as her fingers grazed it gently.
Kaneki looked over at her sadly, he knew what it was like to lose a parent at a young age. His mother died from being “overworked”. He was only a kid and even then his own aunt didn’t want him. He sympathized with both Hinami and [Y/n].
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Kaneki revealed the colored pencils, that she had always wanted but never got cause they were expensive. “W-What how did you know?” She asked, looking at him in shock. He scratched the back of his neck, “A little birdie told me.” He said, smiling and she looked behind him and saw Hinami.
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WARNINGS: one swear at the end
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49229461
length: short (1k)
gift for @ichaisme
Years ago, Joey gifted Henry a pen. It goes missing, but he gets it back. It comes back... different.
Henry clicked his pen repeatedly, not to annoy anyone- Joey’s specially made pen for him, along with custom engravings, has a special dual spring mechanism to make the nib’s protrusion and retraction more silent than a gust of wind. He was, quite frankly, just a bit more stressed than usual, but that minor stress found its way out through the rapid fire clicks of his pen. 
Yet training needed to be done, and so the pen had to be put away, and his stress would have to be exerted through physical exercise and ability. 
He did not notice that it was missing until his stress built back up three days later. 
Then the mild panic kicked in- he knew that there was no way it had gotten off the train, as the corridors in between each car had special anomalous properties keeping it all within the system. Though when he checked the bin any fallen object would have ended up in, he came up with absolutely nothing- which was not assuring in the slightest. He took to asking around, though he was largely disappointed by responses. The only one that remotely put him at ease was Johan, who had told him not to worry about it, that Johan would find it. 
With that guarantee in place, he was not happy, but he was certainly reassured. Whenever Johan made a promise, he fulfilled it, and that was that.
Henry sighed and leaned against Joey.
“Any luck?” his love asked, and he was forced to shake his head and mumble what Johan had told him. Joey nodded, brow furrowed slightly, and snaked his fingers between Henry’s and gave him a little squeeze. “Well, I’m sure Jo will find it then. He is really good at picking up… lost objects, so to speak. So… I guess you’re in the clear for now, then.”
“I don’t understand how I lost it in the first place,” Henry grumbled, rubbing his face. “But… it’s fine. You’re right. I should relax now, but… that pen means a lot to me.”
A beat of silence.
“You mean a lot to me.”
Joey turned to look at Henry, who was intently examining his features. He felt a blush trickling into his face, his face that Henry cupped and gently tugged towards himself. Joey melted before their kiss, and then melted again as they met in the middle, leaning against the larger of the two. Henry’s free hand gently made itself a grounding force on Joey’s side, and they simply breathed each other’s air for a long, tranquil moment. Henry could at last feel himself calming down. 
“It’s not about the pen itself, you know,” Henry murmured as they pulled apart. Joey, smiling softly, with a touch of bewilderment and self wonder in his eye, whispered back, “I know.” 
He kissed him once again. 
Finally at ease, Henry tried to put the pen out of his thoughts, but his mind kept being drawn to the day he had received it from Joey, how prideful yet nervous his partner had been, what it meant to them, to finally have a studio of their own- and then clinging desperately to that pen when it all turned to ash and dust. For that pen was a sign of his and Joey’s success, a binding catalytic element that had been solidly there for him, even when he had to replace mechanisms and ink, the casing remained the same, and it was… assuring. 
Henry opened the door to their bedroom, and saw a bright glint of gold on his bed. 
Of course, Johan would not be content to return the pen just as it was. Henry’s smile crawled onto his face as he beheld the gorgeous restoration that the craftsman had put it through. The wear and tear was not eliminated, no, but it was carefully worked so that points of comfort and use became even more beautiful, etched carefully and with swirls and dotted lines. Henry sighed with contentment, smiling at the pen happily. Yes, it was a fantastic pen. 
It took a few months, but Henry found he no longer had to replace the ink in the pen, nor did the nib ever wear. It was fascinating for him to realize that change, and he could not help but grin with wonder at the change, telling Joey about it to the man’s amazement. It was a fantastic shift. 
It did little to prepare him for the other anomalous property that had been added to his pen. 
Sitting and simmering with rage at a group of touchy individuals who refused to take their hands off of Joey, Henry only wanted to sit and draw to quell his angered thoughts. 
Instead, he was staring now with surprise at the stiletto that had come out of his pen’s head. Trying to process what this newfound tool was, he pressed it to the paper and found it cut through like a hot knife through warm butter- swift and with supernatural ease. He gawked at it, feeling a slight smile twitching onto his lips even through his shock. He clicked the pen again, and hey presto, it was back to being an ordinary writing utensil. 
Johan. Johan, Johan. What on earth did you do?
Henry quickly went to go find the circus manager, knowing that he had to have been behind the pen’s new attributes. After all, no one else had touched it aside from whoever had taken the pen, and he knew that no one in their vicinity besides Johan had such aptitude when it came to switching the ordinary into the extraordinary. 
He found the young man playing guitar again, and waited patiently for him to finish his song before confronting him on the change. 
Johan blushed and smiled nervously, tilting his head.
“Do you like it?” he asked. Henry stared at him before smiling slightly, and replied, “you know, I do.” 
Atabulus, looking at his nails in the corner, remarked; “Told you. Bitches love knives.” 
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Summary; you had know Aaron hotchner since university, and ever since the first day of knowing him you had the biggest, fattest, most overwhelming crush on the guy. But for some reason he never knew, or even noticed. You had eventually learned to push the feelings away trying to figure out your own problems, focusing on yourself. Then, years later when you joined the bau after getting transferred... Things seemed to go downhill after reuniting with Aaron. But there's a bit of a romance twinkling between you and one of your new coworkers.
Aaron hotchner x nb!reader (past romance)
Spencer Reid x nb!reader (SLIGHT romance)
bau x nb!reader (platonic)
WARNINGS; you do ALMOST die at the end :P it's angst. There's canon levels of violence but may or may not be a little more violent, there's mention of unrequited love, you don't kill yourself but the unsub almost kills you , this also may Incudes a few adult rated scenes and language.
(Now a psa, the reader aka you in this story is a bit fem presenting and gets along better with the gorls. There's mentions of typically "girl" related things like makeup n stuff. Just a psa, oh and also Im still getting used to writing longer stories and it might feel like it jumps from one scene to another a bit quickly and that's because is it. Also I'm very reliant on speech rather than detail.)
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The following day you, Spencer, and Elle all explained what your aunt Naomi had said, and you took the two journals out of your bag and placed then on the table.
"My aunt Naomi was the one who found the clow killer back in 1987, she had found him in the mideof killing her ex boyfriend. She had previously called her father, the cheif of police at the time, on a payphone and told him she found the killer adt et to her boyfriends house. These notebooks are full of her notes, evidence, and other things that can definitely help us on this. Especially since this copycat is copying the clown killer down to the crime scenes and the outfits" you explained as they all looked through the notebooks and Gideon seemed to be very invested.
"She knew who is was before her boyfriend was killed?" He asked you and you nodded.
"She realized who it was the same day and went to the police and her father. She had a suspect list it's in the back of the lighter colored journal. And she seemed to really think it was her old English teacher" you explained and he gave a slight nod. Before looking back through the notebook.
Morgan looked at you for a second before asking. "you didn't bring that jean jacket with you?" You nodded to his question, "my aunt Naomi gave it to me when we went to talk to her last night" you say while looking at the crime scenes photos.
"Well it looks vintage, it's probably older than you" he teased and you just rolled your eyes. Getting back to figuring out a profile.
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It had gotten late, you and Spencer went out to the crime scenes and compared them to the ones from the real clown killer.
"It just doesn't make any sense, how would the copycat get more the same costumes? The were discontinued years ago" you say looking at the clown costume on the victim in the photo.
"Maybe our unsub got a hold of them... Or they're making the costumes their selves, I think th costms from the photo are moe silk that cotton. There's a clear difference in the stitching since the new one seemed to have a few rips in the stitching" Spencer commented and you made a "ahh" sound as you acknowledge that could definitely be the answer to ha question. "That could definitely be the case, the unsub must not be good enough at sewing for it be identical to the first!" You nod while walking around the crime scene.
Spencer stood there and seemed a bit uncomfortable, you turned fully to look at him "Spencer are you okay? You look kind of uncomfortable" you inquire and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. "I just.. I dont want to sound insensitive....." He half mumbled and you cocked a brow. "don't worry I know your not the best at words sometimes. Do you have a personal question?" You waked a few steps closer putting the journal back into your medium sized satchel.
Spencer gave you a very concentrated look. "Uhm.... How do you and hotch know each other? I.. didn't want to overhear but while I was walking to the break room I heard a few seconds of your conversation... " He asked his ears turned red with embarrassment from clearly being nosey.
You snorted out a laugh and patted his shoulder shaking your head. "It's okay Spence, hotch and I went to the same university and became friends. We had an argument a few years back, about seven years. I had been going to Europe to take care of my grandma and he tracked me down to my hotel room the night of my flight. I had cut him off two weeks before that so our last conversation was a argument. It wasn't anything really" you explained to him and he nodded while you spoke.
"I see.. do you want to go to the second crime scene now?" He asked, you nodded and the two of you walked back up onto the path.
While the two of you were walking Spencer asked you more questions, you found it nice that he was trying to learn more about you as a person outside of work.
"Wait so your thirty?" Spencer asked in shock and you nodded. "Yup, only six years older than you" you smile and he laughed a small bit. "I thought you were about as old as me. You look like you'd be twenty four" he joked and you chuckled. "well I just have amazing skin care-" you stumble, tripping over a rock you didn't see, your phone flying out of your hand and off of the path. "Shit- I'll get it just stay here" you curse, jogging off the path to look for your phone. It was dark so you used your flashlight to look for it.
You heard an odd cracking sound and called out. "Spence you okay?" It took a second before he responded. "Yeah! All good" he seemed confused.
You looked around before you found your phone. You smiled when you found it and jogged back up to the path to see Spencer unconscious on the ground, his forehead bleeding. "Spencer?! Spencer!" You rushed over getting on your knees and trying to wake him up. You quickly checked for a pulse which was still there, you took your satchel off to try and prop his head up and started to dial hotches number. It rang one time before he answered and someone ripped you up, causing you to drop your phone.
"Get off of me!" You screamed as you tried to get away from the hooded figure. "Shut up" they said as the held a rag up to your face, you thrashed around before feeling weak and it went black as you passed out.
(Hours later)
Spencer woke up and saw the blood on the grundfrn his head, he looked around in panic. You were gone. "Oh no- no no no- (F/NAME)? (F/NAME)!" Spencer yelled and when he received no answer he called your cell phone only to hear it ringing just a few feet away. He rushed over to see it taped to a tree with a note. He didn't know what to do so called hotch in a panic.
"Reid? Where have you been everyone's been looking for you and (L/name), they called me and I heard them yell. We thought you guys were in trouble" hotch half scoled and Spencer panicked. "The unsub, they got (F/name), their phone is still here and there's anoe from he unsub we were waking back to the hotel and I don't remember what happened I-" Spencer started to choke on his words and "Reid were on our way, where are you? Spencer? Spencer, where. Are. You." Hotch spoke slowly to try and get through to a on the verge of a melt down Spencer. "We... Down the left path from the first crime scene." Spencer spoke as clearly ashe could and hotch responded quickly "okay stay on the line we'll be there"
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You woke up tied to a chair, you couldn't see right, everything blurry. You tried to speak but felt something covering your mouth. A mask? It felt moe metal. Like a muzzle or something.
"Your lucky I didn't kill your little friend" a male voice said from Infront of you. Your head fell forward with heaviness. You felt whoever was Infront of you bring your head to look up.
"Maybe I used to much Rohypnol... You look a bit to out of it. Hopefully you can still eat. Now if you scream no one will hear you this entire room is sound proofed." The voice spoke softer and you groaned trying to pull away but they took the mask off. "Okay now open up, it's chicken and rice" he spoke as you tried to pull away but his grip tightened on your jaw. You were forced to open your jaw and warm chicken and rice was put into your mouth with a soft fork that felt like one of those forks they give little kids. "Okay now chew and swallow, it shouldn't be to hard" he said and his hand covered the front of your mouth. You complied, chewing the food before swallowing it.
This went on for you don't know how long, but soon enough the man stood up and let your face go. "hopefully you know why I took you instead of kill you (F/Name)" the man spoke and you shook your head, a bit more aware of your surroundings now, your vision not as blurry. "you don't? Well it should be obvious. I cant let my own child send me to jail, but luckily your aunt Naomi sent the wrong ma to jail. That man was just killing josh to kill him. That old English teacher never liked Josh or the aunt Naomi. Are you thirsty? Chocolate or strawberry milk?" He spoke as your eyes widened, at a loss for words you brought your head up to look at your father.
You hadn't seen him since your sixteenth birthday. He still had brown eyes and (hair/color) hair. He looked at you with a clear look of empathy.
"But-.. why? Dad why would you do this?" You asked in disbelief and he sighed. "I made a promise to you when you were five, and that was I would protect you until you die. The people I've killed were either child predators or convicted felons. Except the one woman, but she had said to me that if didn't teach you to be a well behaved child she would smack you herself. I couldn't let anything happen to my doll" he said with the clear belief that he did it all to protect you. "Dad... This isn't okay..." You say with tears starting to weld up in the corners of your eyes. He sucked in a breath as he walked over. "You'll be fine, you won't ever get hurt again. Especially by that Aaron guy. You wont ever have to worry about anything. Daddy will always be here to protect you" your father said kissing your forehead and hugging you. You couldn't help but cry. You were scared, and you father was standing in front of you, whom you thought didn't want anything to do with you.
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The team was searching high and low for you. Until your mother mentioned your father still lived here.
"Reid you stay here with JJ and Gideon, Morgan, elle, your with me." Hotch said and then they were off and to your fathers house.
The house itself was in amazing condition. It was two stories with a wrap around porch, just down the street from your aunt's. It was a brow color, the yard had a large oak tree with an old tree house and tireswing that clearly hadn't been used in years. There were two saint Bernards on the porch sitting on the porch swing. One of them lifted it's head looking at the thee agents walking up onto the porch. The San Bernard layed it's had back down. Morgan knocked on the door and it opened quickly after they hard shuffling. A taller man with short (h/c) hair, brown eyes, and a million freckles opened the door. He looked as if he had just woken up.
"Are you mr.(L/Name), Frank (L/Name)?" Hotch asked and the man squinted, "yes? Is there something wrong?" He asked confusion riddled his being.
"we're here to ask you a few questions about your child? (F/Name) (L/Name)?" Elle asked and the mans face was confused. "Did something happen? I haven't seen my kiddo in years, not since their sixteenth birthday.. here come in" Frank offered opening the door. When they all walked in Frank whistled to the two dogs that got up and yawned loudly before walking into h house themselves and going straight to the dog beds near the fire place.
"Is it alright if we take a look around?" Elle asked and Frank nodded "that's okay, but uhm... My kids room? Ive tried to keep it clean and all that jazz, they cut contact with me after moving to Europe. But go ahead, your free to look around" he spoke with clear inferiority. The man was clearly very submissive. He clearly didn't want them to be suspicious of him or anything of the sorts.
"Mr.(L/name) can you tell me about your relationship with (F/Name)?" Hotch asked and your father gave a worried look. "Well, we had a good relationship, (N/name) was here every other month. Their mother didn't want to leave (N/Name) here and we decided to give them to oneanother every other month... We had a good relationship, they told me practically everything including crushes they had and their stresses." He explained hotch nodded and asked. "Frank did you ever feel like
(f/name)'s mother didn't treat the agreement th right way sometimes?"
Frank seems hesitant but spoke again. "well... Bernie never payed for anything for (N/Name), anytime my kid needed anything I payed for it. Their university tuition I payed for it, I even helped pay for them to move to Europe with their grandmother and Bernie... But bernie always lied to my kid, she always told (N/Name) that I didn't want anything to do with them when all I wanted was to be in their life. It was unfair that I didn't get to spend any time with them after they turned sixteen." Frank explained his eyes teary and full of deceit. Hotch could see Frank was hiding something. Then Elle showed up behind Frank and mouthed.
'we found something, basement'
"Frank we saw this house has a basement, could we see inside it?" Elle asked and they watched as Frank tensed.
"No. You can't." He sucked in. And Morgan spoke. "Why not? You haven't got anything to hide right-" they all heard a loud crashing sound. Frank stood up and ran past them into the hallway where the basement stays were and rushed down them, the door was open and a broken chair was laying in front of it. Ropes cut and on the ground as well.
Before Frank could do anything Morgan had him at gunpoint as Elle rushed to (F/Name) who was bleeding, they had hit their head on the side of the table. They flinched away from Elle their eyes widened and dilated.
"GET AWAY FROM MY KID!" Frank yelled he had a knife which must have been a concealed weapon and went to stab elle.
But the knife didn't even come close to Elle. (F/Name) had pulled elle behind them and the knife went into them instead. It took seconds before Frank let out a shaky gasp. "No- no I didn't-" it gave Morgan and hotch time to handcuff him. Morgan was silently cursing at himself for not shooting Frank. Elle helped (F/Name) lay down, they were struggling to breath since the knife went up and may have punctured there lung or how it was placed. Morgan called for backup and a ambulance while Elle and hotch talked to (F/Name).
"Is Spencer okay? Is he alive?" You asked them tiredly and Elle nodded "he's okay, he's alive. Tell.. tell me about your favorite memory with your pet!" Elle spoke shakily. Trying to make sure you stayed awake while the ambulance was coming. "Favorite.. uhm... Oh, when I was seventeen I adopted this...... Little old dog.. it only had a few years left.... But his name was... Fin, his name was fin... And when I got him the shelter workers told me.. he was aggressive but... He was actually..... Really... Sweet" you started to close your eyes but this time hotch spoke. "(F/Name) do you remember the coffee shop you slipped in? When we were studying together?" He said quickly as you let out a hoarse chuckle. "yeah, that was funny....man my head hurts" you say shakily bringing your hand to the side of your head that was cut open from the table when you broke free. It was still bleeding.
When the ambulance arrived and they got you into the stretcher you had gone unconscious but you were still alive. They all rushed to the hospital. Your mother in the ambulance with you since she had show up with the other agents. While in the ambulance you woke again looking around you went to feel your chest but the EMT's stopped you, you felt a hand on your cheeks. "it's okay sweet pea, your going to be fine" she spoke shakily and you furrowed your eyebrows ather blurry figure. "mom? Mom is Elle okay?" You half mumbled with a groan at the pain that was surfacing from your head. "she okay, can you see me?" Your mom asked. You turned your head to look at her. "yeah.. but your... all blurry like if was in a cup of.... Of water" you speak slowly.
When getting to the hospital the doctors and nurses had all rushed around you, trying to sober you up from the horrific amounts of Rohypnol found in your body. You had lost to much blood and halfway through fixing your wound they hadn't do a blood transfusion. And when they got you into a hospital room after fixing you up you were asleep. That was until you woke up again for the the second time since being stabbed. You looked around the room tiredly and see Elle, Spencer, your mom, your aunt Naomi, and Aaron.
"Look I know I almost died but I'm not dead so calm down" you joke and see Elle and spencers heads shoot to you direction Elle almost jumping out of her seat.
"You know for someone who could be dead you got some nerve joking like that" you mom scolled and you just giggle at her teary eyes. She kissed your forehead and you sat up tiredly rubbing your eyes. You looked at Spencer without any words. You just stared at him for a minute before speaking. "Are you okay? Is your head still hurt?" You asked, he gave you an *are you kidding me* look and shook his head. "No I'm okay, but are you okay? You had a whole punctured lung." He asked and you shrugged. "Meh, I'm good. You know I think nows a good time for me to tell you that you have this weird mark on your cheek. It looks like food or something" you say joking with his but he gives a confused look and wiped his cheeks. You smiled with amusement and whispered "I'm messing with you Spence" which earned you a glare from the brown haired guy.
The your aunt Naomi spoke. "so who wants Chinese? I'm ordering some for take out" you smiled at everyone in the room talking happily.
For almost dieing you definitely were happy.
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Now listen, this is my first time writing a planned out fanfiction. I'm a little rusty and I'm not the best at writing so Im sorry if it's a bit jumpy, not smooth, or anything of the sorts. But I hope you enjoyed :P.
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SLIGHT WARNING: too much sweating lmao
OML this old ass pockday comic lmao
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Black and White. 8
Story: 8
Chemistry: 10
Acting: 10
Comparable to: Iris (kdrama) ; City Hunter (kdrama)
This is an oldie Taiwanese cop buddy drama. It’s really well made for being made in 2009 and is actually good too. The storyline can get a bit far fetched at times but most dramas back then did, I mean heck they still do, right. It has a lot of twists and does keeps you very much engaged. It kind of has that Lethal Weapon feel to it I suppose.
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horror-theorist · 1 year
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"Mr. Connor?"
"What do you- Oh. Miss. Pendle. It's you. What can I do for you?"
"You looked... Lonely."
"What?"
"You looked lonely. I was wondering if you would like to have lunch with me?"
"Are you sure you're asking the right person?"
"Unless there's another "Mr. Connor" in the studio, then yes."
"Oh."
"Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no, no, I'm okay, I just wasn't expecting you to ask me."
"Well, would you like to?"
"Yes, I would. Thank you, Miss. Pendle."
"Allison."
"Hm?"
"It's my name, Mr. Connor. Allison."
"Allison. It suits you."
"Thank you!"
"Hey, uhm, Allison?"
"Yes, Mr. Connor?"
"My name is Thomas."
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I'll Be Back
"Do you have to?"
It was a question Lou kept wincing at every time it escaped his mouth. Just as quickly, he shook his head and took a step back from Mandy, "S-Sorry," he gave a short huff of laughter. There was no real humor behind it. "I know you'll come back. You always do. I'm just being stupid."
Arms wrapped around his neck, and he stiffened, "You have every right to feel afraid. Don't ever feel bad for feeling bad, okay?"
"Y-Yeah, but--"
"No buts," She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "You always beat yourself up for feeling bad. Don't do that. If you're scared, I'll be here. When you're happy, I'll be here. I'm always here for you no matter what."
Lou averted his gaze, lips pressed in a fine line. "I'm still scared."
She gave a small, barely noticeable smile as her eyes softened. "I know you are. And that's okay. Know why?"
The tiniest hint of a smile graced his features, "Because you're here?"
"Exactly." She hugged him again, gently swaying side to side as she rubbed his back. "The moment I come back, we can curl up on the sofa, watch a long movie, and have a blanket wrapped around us. Maybe some popcorn or--"
"White cheddar," Lou mumbled lazily into her shoulder, eyes drifting closed as they swayed.
She laughed softly, "White cheddar popcorn, got it. And maybe we can watch Toy Story."
He shook his head, "Toy Story makes me cry."
"Well, we can figure out the details later." She kissed his cheek and made to pull back, but he kept his arms firmly around her. "Lou, you know I have to go soon."
"Mhm."
"I'll only be gone a few hours."
"Mmm," that time he sounded more pitiful. As if the few hours were a whole year. And in his mind, it probably was. Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, "Or...we could get a head start on that idea of yours. I could sweep you up in my arms...carry you all the way back--"
"Louis," Mandy rolled her eyes.
"--set you down on the sofa and tuck a blanket around the two of us. Have a nice cup of tea, and I can play through your hair--"
"Louis Everett, how dare you tempt me." Mandy giggled. She could feel him starting to drift off in her arms, "I have to go now. Think you'll be alright?"
"If I said no would you stay?"
"You make it impossible for me to say no to you." Mandy pulled back, cupping his face in her hands. "But I do have to go, and I will be back. Good things come to those who wait."
He pouted, "Fine." Puffing out his chest, "But," he scooped her into his arms bridal style and began walking up the steps toward the portal, "I will at least have my way with one thing. I shall carry you to your destination."
"What a gentleman," she scoffed. "Oh, and one more thing." He set her down gently. "Try to at least take your time going to Nolan's house to cling to him while I'm gone."
Lou's face dusted pink, but he gave an indignant look, "I don't know who you take me for. I don't cling onto anyone." She raised a brow. "Only those I love."
"Right," she slid her hand down to his, letting their fingers drift apart as she headed toward the portal. "I'll be back before you know it!" With that, she was gone.
Lou's countenance saddened a bit, "I know it..."
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Mates
The club was just what Blitz wanted right now, loud music, smell of smoke and good drinks. Work had been literal hell this week, so Blitz needed just a few hours of distraction before going back to reality. Wearing his leather jacket, black wash jeans and crimson button-down Blitz was strutting his stuff right to the bar. The bar tender slid a bottle of beer to Blitz that he caught single handed, taking a swig. "Well, well, if it isn't Blitzo!" Came an all too familiar voice that caused Blitz to spew his beer. "Fizz? What the fuck are you doing here?" Blitz exclaimed, spinning around to face the other imp. "I should be asking you that. Looking for someone else’s life to ruin?" Fizz taunted Blitz took note of how Fizz wasn't wearing his usual jester get up instead dressed in a long-sleeved yellow sweater and blue jeans leaving his partial horns exposed without the hat. Blitz felt the white patch on his face ache a little at seeing Fizz's damaged horns. "Of course, not and as I recall it wasn't me who ruined your life!" Blitz shot back bitterly "Oh really! Says the fuck up who couldn't even tell the simplest jokes!" Fizz spat back "Whatever can you just fuck off all ready! I’m trying to enjoy myself," Blitz growled irritably "Oh no! You don't get to just walk away this time! You fucking screw up! You can't do anything right ever! You fucked up my life and everyone that followed! Begs the question when are you going to fuck up the lives of your 'employees'? Hmm?" Fizz berated Blitz making him grimace as Fizz's words burrowed their way into his brain. "N-no! I'm...I wouldn't..." Blitz tried to defend himself but those words were the exact things he'd said to himself on more then a few occasions. "Sure, you will Blitzo! You ruin everyone and thing you come in contact with!" Fizz's words carried so much venom Blitz felt it penetrating his very soul. "Sounds like Yer speakin' from experience," Blitz damn near gave himself whiplash with the speed he spun his neck around towards the second familiar voice of the evening. Leaning against the bar with a leg crooked, cowboy hat tipped over his face and a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand was Striker. A single yellow eye peered from under that hat straight at Fizz and there was a very distinct rattle sounding from his direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Fizz asked indignantly "Me? I'm the fucking mate of the one you're belittling," Striker growled low as he pushed off the bar to come stand next to Blitz. "Mate!? There's no fucking way you've got a mate!" Fizz exclaimed in true shocked surprise "Aw, what's the matter bitch? Jealous Blitz was able to get a hot piece of ass like me?" Striker taunted flashing his fangs "Striker, you don't need to do this! I had this handled!" Blitz interjected irritability "I know you did Darlin' but as a source of pride I can't let this bitch get away with sayin' those things to Ya," Striker retorted with a wink Blitz could appreciate what Striker was trying to do but at the same time he couldn't shake what Fizz had just said. Striker's tail snaked around Blitz's calve as he reached up to not so subtly adjust his bandanna revealing the mating mark on his nape. "You're a fucking cocky bastard! Its absolutely disgusting!" Fizz sloppily insulted as he flushed red. "Sure am, also a better lay then you ever were," Striker shot back with a hiss Blitz by this point felt like he should say something but found himself tongue tied, it was a very unusual feeling to have someone stand up for him. Everyone hated him or at least that’s what Blitz thought most of his life proven when not even Moxxie or Millie would stand up for him when he got into shit however watching Striker right now tell Fizz to go get fucked…it was nice to have someone in his corner for once.
 “You fucker! How dare you!” Fizz growled, raising a hand to slap Striker only to have his hand snatched mid air.
“Now, now, no need for that,” Striker hissed again, his tail rattling furiously now from where it still sat coiled around Blitz’s calve. Suddenly a low growl erupted from Blitz drawing both Fizz and Striker’s attention to him.
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Blitz snarled, pushing himself between Striker and Fizz now much to the surprise of both parties. Striker released Fizz’s hand as Blitz firmly planted himself between them, teeth bared and eyes flashing red with anger. Fizz took a step backwards at the sudden display of dominance from Blitz, a side he’d not seen before. Blitz’s spines were flared on his back as his tail coiled tightly around Striker’s waist in a possessive manner, but Striker didn’t mind in fact he gave a smug smirk in Fizz’s direction.
  “What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Fizz asked hesitantly
“You can say or do whatever you want to me but if you touch him, I will tare your fucking throat out!” Blitz snarled
Fizz was so taken aback by this display he lost all the gumption he once had instantly backing up before huffing a scoff as he headed for the nearest exit door. Blitz waited till Fizz was out of sight then he turned to face Striker who still had that smug smile plastered on his features. Striker was just about to say something when Blitz roughly used his tail to yank the pale imp into a heated kiss, a claiming kiss which Striker happily returned.
“Fuck Blitz! Never knew how possessive you could get,” Striker chuckled upon pulling from the kiss.
“No one but me is aloud to touch you!” Blitz growled against Striker’s nape where the mating mark he placed there was.
“Hmm, love when Ya talk dirty sugar. How’s about we blow this place before Ya start fuckin’ me right on the bar top?” Striker suggested with a hum of approval
“Yes,” Blitz simply breathed out
The two of them quickly paid their way then took off out of the club, Blitz hopping on bombproof behind Striker, tail still coiled tightly around the other imp’s waist. On the ride back to Blitz’s apartment Striker could feel Blitz caressing along his sides and hips.
“You know, standing up for me was pretty hot cowboy,” Blitz purred seductively into Striker’s ear.
“That’s my job Darlin’, You might be my dominant but, in the end, we’re mates which means we protect one another,” Striker responded so nonchalantly and perhaps for him it was just how things were but for Blitz this was a new concept, something he’d never experienced.
“I…I’ve never…had someone do that for me…” Blitz hesitantly stammered out, pressing his face to the back of Striker’s neck to breath in his scent.
“I know��but that’s no longer the case, I will always defend Ya Blitz,” Striker promised glancing over his shoulder.
“And that just makes you hotter,” Blitz smirked gripping Striker’s hips a little harder
Striker released a deep chuckled at that, clicked his heels to get bombproof to go a little faster so they could get back to the apartment as soon as possible in order to show his mate exactly how much he loved him. 
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Genshin Oc Story: Azra
Name: Azra Astaseul
Birthday: 6/9
Affiliation: Mondstadt
Constellation: Penna Vitreus
Vison: Anemo
A girl who loves adventure and has a smile that burns as bright as her spirit. 
Character Details: A Mysterious Girl who appeared in Mondstadt, with little to no memory of her life before coming to the City of Freedom. She now lives there wanting to reclaim her missing memories, and also wants to go on adventures and see different sights and nations. Whenever she goes on an adventure and explores her surroundings, she looks at everything with a starry-eyed look of wonder, like she’s never seen certain things before. Her love for sweets is something unmatched by anyone in the whole of Teyvat, along with her love for meat, fruits, and shellfish. When using Anemo, she molds the wind into the shape of stars that she can throw, use as a shield, or sit upon to float or ride. Though within her wind and windstars there seems to be something shining mixed in…
Character Story 1: Inside the raging wind barrier of Old Mondstadt lived a simple girl going about her simple life. That girl’s name was Azra. Azra mostly kept her head down and kept to herself, only every breaking out of her shell with her family. She didn’t really have any friends, due to fearing that people won’t accept her for who she is, thus she made herself an outcast within her own home.
While walking around the streets of Old Mondstadt, Azra bumped into someone and tumbled to the ground. When she looked up she started apologizing profusely to the person for the inconvenience she might have caused them and noticed almost immediately who they were. They were…well she didn’t actually know his name, she only knew him as “The Nameless Bard”. She had seen him performing songs about freedom and what lies beyond the barrier, some people liked his songs and some people didn’t like them, Azra liked his songs too though she wasn’t about to tell him that now given their current situation.
The bard offered his hand to Azra and pulled her up. Azra thanks him for his kindness, brushes herself clean, and starts to walk away when suddenly she’s stopped again by the very same bard. He tells her he remembers her from his performances, seeing her usually away from the crowd but still listening attentively. Azra blushes from embarrassment from being noticed and says that she really enjoys his stories and music, to which he smiled and thanked her for the compliment.
Azra then gives her name to the bard and in return he gives her his “My name is Himmel.” He mentions that he doesn’t give out his name to many people saying that he reserves it for new friends. It took Azra a moment to process what he meant by this, Only for him to clarify “I would like to become friends with you, If you have me?”
A new friendship was formed that day.
Character Story 2: After hanging out with Himmel for a while, he proposes an idea to Azra to meet a friend of his. Azra was nervous about this, meeting new people meant finding ways to not drive people away or misunderstand her or her intentions. Nevertheless, She agreed and an excited Himmel took her to meet his friend.
What Azra didn’t expect was to come face to face with a…ghost? Azra and the, supposed, ghost were sizing each other up, trying to figure out what to make of each other and even mimicking each other in the form head tilts. Himmel breaks up the “tense” situation and takes the “ghost'' into his hands and introduces him as Venti. He tells Azra that Venti is a Wind Spirit that he had found and that he was the friend that he was talking about. He also introduces Azra to Venti mentioning that she was the girl who he saw at his performances and who also bumped into him. Azra blushed in embarrassment when he mentioned both events.
Venti slowly flies toward Azra, and seeing this she opens her hands for him to land on. When Venti lands on her hands he proceeds to look at her, Azra does the same. As time progresses, Azra gets used to Venti’s presence and relaxes; she then proceeds to giggle and rub the side of Venti’s face with her thumb. Venti starts to blush when she starts giggling and petting and shows his happiness by zipping around her and blowing small breezes in her direction. Himmel watches at a distance, happy that two of his good friends are getting along and having fun together. He then approaches them and brings them together for a group hug. He then proclaims “Here’s to the start of a new friendship…may we always be together!”
Character Story 3: The Rebellion was over, Decarabian was dead, and the wind barrier around old Mondstadt dissipated, further establishing the fact; everyone was free. Everyone felt a whirlwind of emotions, from shock to happiness, especially when looking up and seeing the big blue sky.
Azra was just as overwhelmed as everyone, when looking at the sky. It looked exactly how it was pictured in the books that her, Himmel, and Venti looked at. She was taken aback by how beautiful it was, but just as quickly she felt anxiousness and dread take over her. “If the war is really over, then what happened to Himmel, Venti and the others?” Azra’s thoughts went into overdrive thinking of all the possible outcomes, some happy others grim. Her body acted before her mind, and ignoring the cries of her family and other civilians to stay put, she ran to where she thought they would be, praying to any Archon or Divine Power that they would be safe.
As Azra ran through the town she saw the horrors of war, from the ruined city buildings to the people who have lost their lives in the fight, she looked away from the horrific sights and ran faster, even more determined to find her friends and ensure their safety. In the distance, she saw a cliff overlooking Decarabian’s, now destroyed, tower, and on that cliff she saw the rebellion’s leaders. She quickly proceeded to run up the slope, with her heart full of hope and relief that her grim thoughts were wrong, But when she reached the top, her heart shattered and grief overtook her feelings of hope, relief and happiness.
She saw Himmel laying on the ground, being supported by Master Ragnvindr with Venti floating next to him, with two arrows protruding from his chest. Her legs slowly trudged toward him, with tears cascading down her face, when she finally reached him, her legs gave out and she began to shake him. “Wake up, Wake up,” Azra kept repeating as she continued to shake him. Himmel’s eyes slowly flutter open slowly and turns his head and smiles at her softly. Azra consuls him telling him that they can get him to safety and get him patched up. Himmel softly chuckles and tells her that it’s too late, Azra gets defensive and says that he can still be saved. He takes her hand and says “It’s okay, everyone is free that’s what matters,” His breath hicks and he coughs before continuing. “I entrust you and Venti to lead everyone and find a new home, and to see the world for me, okay?” Azra sniffles and nods slowly, then Himmel starts to sing “Fly, fly away. Like a bird in the sky…See the world on my behalf…” “To the heavens may you fly…” Azra finished. Then Himmel passed away with a smile on his face, leaving Azra to sob softly with Venti nudging against her as an act of comfort. 
Unfortunately for them, fate is a cruel mistress.
Venti slowly floated in front of Azra, giving her a knowing and saddened look. Azra held out her hands under Venti and looked at him with a solemn look. “Well it looks like it’s just the two of us now, Ven,” a shallow breath is taken, and Azra tries her best to smile as she continues. “But don’t worry Venti, we can heal together and help everyone to find a new ho-,” Azra suddenly stops, her breath hicks as she suddenly starts to feel a searing pain. When she looks down she sees the head of an arrow sticking out of the left side of her chest, she starts to cough up blood and falls on her side. In the distance she briefly hears someone say “Long live Decarabian!”, but the pain was too much for her to care about anything around her. Venti flew down in front of Azra’s face, frantically zipping around in front of eyes and started to cry helplessly. Azra’s consciousness starts to slip, but she reaches out to Venti and gently pats his head. “I’m so sorry Venti,” she starts to tear up. “I wanted to see the world, it sights…the stars at night, but I won’t get to see it now and I’m also leaving you and my family behind.” she starts to sob softly to herself “I’m so sorry!” In that moment, everything was becoming darker, her hand slipped off of Venti’s head, that’s when the realization set in for her…She was dying. Everything was getting darker and darker, and the numbness was setting in. The last thing she could remember, before passing, was a sudden blast of wind and someone tenderly holding her hand.
Character Story 4: “Wake up and enjoy your new life…Azra,” A distant calming voice called out in a whisper, causing Azra to stir from her slumber. She’s shocked awake and slowly takes in everything around her. From what she sees, she realizes that she’s in a sort of forest clearing where exactly is it she doesn’t know. She looks up at the blue sky, feeling a familiar calmness that slowly overcomes her with grief. She suddenly snaps out of it, when hears footsteps approaching her, she tries to get up and run but her legs feel a bit wobbly and weak. When the footsteps reach her area she comes face to face with a girl with gold eyes, long brown hair, who wears a lot of red, and has bunny ears? 
To say Arza was confused would be an understatement. 
The red bunny girl greets her and asks her if she was okay, Azra being weary shakes her head “no” to the question. The girl then asks if she has a family, to which Azra just shrugs her shoulders. She then proceeds to gently ask if she remembers anything at all, and Azra responds quietly “No I don’t remember anything.” The girl appears shocked because not only did the person she was talking to finally respond to her, but also they seemed to be abandoned in the middle of the woods with no memory of anything.
The girl then suggests taking Azra with her back to Mondstadt: The City of Freedom. Azra was even more confused “Mondstadt?”, “Freedom?”, why do these words give her a familiar feeling? She snaps out of it when the girl continues on and goes on a tangent about bringing her back with her to the city to get her situated and to help her with her situation. Azra shows hesitation to this idea, but she didn’t have many options so she reluctantly accepted the bunny girl’s offer. Excited about this, the girl tells her that they should leave now to get back to town, but Azra told her that her legs were weak and that she couldn’t walk well. The girl, understanding her plight offers her a piggyback ride, Which Azra eagerly accepts. On the way to the city, Azra dozes off but not before hearing “Don’t worry we’ll get you situated and help you reclaim your lost memories.
Character Story 5: “A city tour to get acquainted and explore,” That’s the idea the red bunny girl, now introduced as Amber, pitched to a very hesitant Azra. While she was very curious and eager to explore, she was worried about meeting the people of the city fearing that they would consider her an outsider. Though it seems like her fears were unfounded, she had already met the Knights of Favonius the day before, and they seemed warm and understanding to her situation and, surprisingly, welcomed her to the city with open-arms.
The people in town seemed no different either, Amber had taken her to the marketplace, some of the known bars and the town square, and most of the people were just as warm and welcoming as the knights. It eased her mind and body, that everyone was so accepting of her even though she just showed up suddenly. The last locations Amber wanted to take Azra to were the Plaza and the Favonius Cathedral. When they arrived at the Plaza, Azra looked up at the statue of the Anemo Archon and felt an air of familiarity as she stared at it, she then heard a calming melody coming from near the statue. As she approached the source of the melody and saw a bard clothed in green with his eyes closed playing a lyre for a crowd, he seemed familiar in a more personal sense but she couldn’t put her finger on it. When the melody finished and the bard opened his eyes he scanned the crowd, his eyes finally landed on Azra and when he saw her he wore a shocked expression.
Azra’s eye met his too, and aside from the familiar feeling, she felt her face heating up and her heart beating rapidly. Confused, she tries to calm herself and thinks to herself why she could possibly be acting like this, but Amber suddenly snaps her out of it telling her that they should head to the Cathedral and then call it a day. Amber suddenly starts dragging her to the Cathedral with Azra trying to tell her to slow down, all the while as this happens, the bard’s eyes never leave the girl’s form until she’s out of his sight.
Time before revival: A Hollow Soulless Husk. Her soul separated from her body, missing a piece of itself after death. Her Body functioned as if she were alive while in her realm. Sometimes she sleeps and murmurs to herself about weird dreams.
“She’s keeping to herself and being weary, though she does seem to be curious and a bit adventurous.” 
“Her Body and Soul I shall fix, to revive her and allow her to live.”
Revival: Lady of The Stars, Amira, (Another Oc), finished reviving Azra. She repaired her body, healing it of any external and internal damages. Her soul returned to her, whole once again thanks to her giving a piece of her own. She also took it upon herself to bless her with immortality as well as making her hard to kill.  Azra looked as if she was sleeping peacefully, dressed in the new clothes she made for her and holding the sword she forged for her. “She’s ready to return,” she thought optimistically. She holds out her hand in front of Azra’s body and envelops her in a ball of light and sends her back down to Teyvat, in a form similar to a shooting star.
 “Your life I have returned to you, My Shining Star! 
My only wish for you is to experience new wonders and live your life. 
So wake up and enjoy your new life…Azra.”
Vision: During a cool peaceful night in Mondstadt, Azra and Venti were sitting atop the Barbatos Statue. Venti was playing a calming melody on his lyre, While Azra was overlooking the view of the city and then looked up at the stars. She began to reminisce about her time in Mondstadt, from all the people she’s met and all the friends she’s made, to the many sights she’s seen inside and outside of the city. She even thought about the wild times she had with Venti that she knows she’ll never forget, which causes her to chuckles softly to herself and blush.
Venti, hearing her, stops playing his lyre and turns to her, smiling softly, asking her what she's chuckling about. Azra turns to him, returning his smile, and says that she’s just remembering everything she’s done and experienced since she’s woken up. She also tells him that she’s happy with the life she’s built here in Mondstadt with everyone, that she’s happy that she met him and became best friends, which caused him to blush.
Azra continues on and says that ever since she came here she felt “free”, stating that while she doesn’t remember much about her life before, it feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders, that she can relax and express herself more. She then states with vigor that “I’m ready to see where my life takes me and what new things I'll experience.” Then suddenly she felt something in her right hand and brought it up to her face. It was a green orb with a decorative design around it that looked similar to a pair of wings; the middle of the orb held the symbol of Anemo. Confused, Azra turned to Venti asking about it and he told her it was a vision, he told her about how it was an Anemo Vision and with its power she now can utilize the wind. Excited and happy, she happily asked “Huh…so this must mean that Lord Barbatos favors me, right?” and Venti turns away from her with a darkened blush and says “Yeah I guess it does.”
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starg1rlie · 1 year
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𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !! (𝗣𝗧 𝟮)
pairing: scaramouche x gn! reader
genre: mild angst
xtra !! notes: so like, i didn't expect to write a part two, but someone brought it up and my mind went on autopilot, so here you go- kinda short?, so apologies before-hand, reader is gender-neutral, (they/them pronouns; reader is called 'miss ultra gaga and eccentric" though)
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dear scaramouche,
you see, all these attacks that i've done to you is just to show how much i care about you. you think that nobody cares or really understand you, not even your own friends, but i care abotu you. so, so much.
i wrote this letter because i wanted to tell you just how much that i like you. you and me, we're practically the same! i'm sure that we were meant to be.
over the past few months that i've spent at school, i've come to realize something: i love you! i really, truly do. and i know that you've always tried to make you get the hint that you don't like me, but i just thought that i'd tell you this.
we're a lot more alike than you think. i know we might seem so different and stark in contrast with each other, but i think otherwise. you understand, don't you? there's a lot of bad things in the world, but if i think about leaving it all, well, i suppose i wouldn't want that to happen either.
i heard you talking to your mother that night. i know how forceful she sounded to you. and i understand it as well. my mom, well, you probably already know the story, don't you? my step-mom came into the picture and i was just forced to keep smiling and pretending that everything was okay and that our family wasn't literally falling to pieces.
your mom should understand why you want to make your own decisions; she can't decide everything for you, just because she gave birth to you.
i will most likely get rejected, won't i? it's pretty stupid, now that i'm thinking about it. me, writing a letter to you? how embarrassing would that be for the both of us! i don't mean to embarrass you, but it's not like you're going to read this out-loud for everyone to hear, are you?
i hope that, at the very least, you'll let me be your friend.
love,
y/n
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scaramouche laid on his futon, purple locks fanned out on his pillow and eyes trained on that stain on the ceiling of his room. your letter, which had been ripped in half, lay on the surface of his polished wood desk, taped together rather haphazardly with some scotch tape he'd scrounged up from his drawers.
there's a lot of bad things in the world, but if i think about leaving it all, well, i suppose i wouldn't want that to happen either.
your words from your letter swam rapidly around in his mind as he sat up. how could you have known about his family issues? he'd never told you about them, and yet, you somehow still found out about them yourself.
the soft whir whir whir of his ceiling fan lulled him to sleep, his thoughts coming to a stop as well. as he slept, he dreamed of that night; that stupid night that made him so upset to think about.
it was raining that night; fat raindrops sliding down his cheeks as he walked down the stone path, the annual summer festival taking place just down the mountainside he was on. he had his phone's speaker pressed to his ear as he balanced his feet on top of each stone.
scaramouche grew tired of arguing with his mother over this topic. it was hard enough now that dad was out of the picture, but the fact that the old hag wouldn't accept that he wanted to become a writer, it pissed him off. he wished that he had a remote he could use that would be able to mute all the words that were coming out of her mouth, but there was no such thing, and here he was, stuck walking in the rain and listening to his mother nag to him about his life choices. again.
"mom, i already told you, i want to become a-"
"i know what you said, and i don't approve of it! becoming an author is very difficult work, and even if you succeeded, you don't get paid well! do you want to be living out on the streets? this is why i said you should try and apply for law school when you're older."
"i told you, i don't want to do law school! i want to write!"
"if you were to graduate from law school, you'd be able to make a lot of money from your cases and clients. think about it: which one seems more sensible to do?"
"i don't care about what's sensible, i care about what i want to do. why can't you just respect the fact that i want to be a writer, and there's nothing you can do to change that?"
there was silence on the other end, the only sound being fuzzy static.
"we'll talk about this later, when you're home. i should hope that tomorrow you won't be skipping out on cram school again." with that, she hung up on him.
dropping the hand that he used to hold his phone, scaramouche clenched his hand tight around the device, wishing he could hurl it down the mountainside (bonus points if it hit someone in the head in the process). why couldn't she understand what he wanted to do?
as scaramouche stumbled down the path, rain drops blurring his vision like tears, he thought he heard a twig snap in a clump of bushes to his left. he was too upset to even bother checking if someone was there, and even if someone was there, he could care less. he was sick of pretending to be the perfect little boy that everyone made him out to be.
by the time he'd made it up to the top of the hill, where his house stood serenly, his clothes were soaked and hair dripping wet. scaramouche kicked off his wet school shoes and ran up to his room, flipping his "do not disturb" sign over. then he promptly slammed the door shut, locking it.
back against the door, he slid down, his knees tucking themselves in as he buried his face into his arms. scaramouche could already hear his mother's footsteps coming up the stairs and towards his room.
knock knock.
"go away. i don't want to talk to you."
scaramouche could sense her hesitation. even from behind the door, he could just imagine what her face would look like: nostrils flaring like one of those fire-breathing dragons he'd heard about in history, eyebrows scrunched up, and lips turned into a hard frown. that was her usual "i'm so disappointed in you" look she wore whenever she sat him down with this topic.
"honey, i'm saying this for your own good. i know you want to be an author, and i understand that you don't want to be a lawyer, but it's imperative that we have you to support our family." now that dad is gone. she didn't say; she didn't need to. it was quite clear in the tone that she was using that that was what she meant.
"i said to go away! are you deaf or something? just leave me alone. that's the least you can grant me with all your nagging."
he peered down at the crack under his door and waited, holding his breath until her shadow finally moved away from his door. sighing under his breath, he ran a hand through his damp hair, fingers getting tangled up in the locks.
they're all so blind, so ignorant. they don't care about me. they only lean on me because i'm the man of the family now.
he felt something sharp sting his eyes. as scaramouche reached up to wipe at his eyes, he realized that he was crying. how ridiculous is this, he thought. i'm actually crying like some pathetic wimp.
scaramouche woke, hearing the steady drip drip drip of rain water dripping from the roof and the whirring of his ceiling fan. going over to his desk, he looked over your letter one more time before sighing under his breath. he couldn't get the image of your face out of his head; you looked so hurt, so unlike your normal happy and energetic persona you always had going on at school.
what were you going through? now that he thought about it, he didn't know anything about you. not your favorite shows, what color you liked, which foods you hated...he didn't know any of that. in your letter, you spoke as though you actually understood his perspective, like you actually had been going through and went through similar events.
he smoothed out a dog-eared corner of the letter before slumping down in his chair. great. now i need to apologize to them. how pathetic am i?
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a / n !! - heres that part two, might do another part and end it there...
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sultrysirens · 1 year
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Monstertober 2022: Part 1: Hellhound
Universe: Original
Characters: Reader, Hellhound
Rating: Teen+
It was dark, stupidly late at night, and the door to your home was in sight. It was so close you could’ve sprinted there in under thirty seconds. 
Which was exactly what you were doing. 
Panting and gasping for air, you were running like your life depended on it. And just a little ways behind you was the reason for it: a dog. 
No, not a dog. Something bigger, more terrifying. You’d only glimpsed it as you were passing by, having paused by the edge of an alley when something had caught your eye. There, on the ground, was a necklace of some kind. An amber teardrop hung from the delicate chain, the clasp appearing broken. 
Your plan had been to grab it, go home, sleep for the night, then take it to a police department in the morning as a lost item — or hang onto it and post about it around the neighborhood and online. Either would work. 
But as you’d slipped the necklace into your pocket for safekeeping, a deep, guttural growl had frozen your blood in your veins. 
Deeper down in the alley was the creature. It’d stepped slowly into the light of the overhanging streetlamps, revealing pitch black fur, curving claws, and spikes jutting out from its back. It was large, larger even than wolves (which you happened to know were basically the size of tigers), large enough that it’d looked down on you as it approached. Huge horns grew from the back of its head, around its tall ears, and arced upwards in front of it. 
Hellfire burned in its eyes, the pupils pinpoint dots — until it focused on you. Then those pupils expanded into sharp diamonds, it flattered its pointed ears back against its head, and it gave a loud, booming snarl unlike anything you’d ever heard. 
You’d broken into a run before you could think about it, eyes fixed on your front door as if it could possibly save you from this thing. 
You didn’t even make it up the slight incline to your door before a sudden impact to your back flattened you down on your front. Pain exploded from everywhere in you, a yelp escaping you, and when you tried to push yourself back up you recognized a weight pinning you down. 
A low growl from above you stopped you from retaliating, and you could just see the muzzle of the beast slowly lowering towards you from over your shoulder. Drool dripped onto the ground beside you, and to your disbelief you saw steam rising from it. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe at all, terror seizing your lungs despite the protesting hammers of your heart, desperate for oxygen. 
You got a glimpse of a mouthful of canine fangs before it suddenly retreated, followed swiftly by the snout bumping against you. It poked and prodded along your side and back, sniffing, and out of some mixture of morbid curiosity and confusion, you chanced a glance back. 
It hadn’t lifted its paw yet, but it was clearly looking for something, and when it jammed its nose into your pocket, it seemed to have found it. Its head snapped up, meeting your gaze, and you froze again, sucking in a strangled gasp and holding it out of absolute terror. 
Then it stepped off you and reared up on its hind legs — and shrank. The fur receded, little by little, and its size reduced and face squashed in close. When it was done, you were suddenly looking at a — a man, looking more or less human. 
He had dark brown skin and wild black hair, glowing yellow marks creating jagged patterns along his skin. The beast’s horns and tall, pointed ears remained, and when he moved his hands you saw each digit was claw-tipped, but otherwise he just looked like a naked man. 
He crouched down, grabbed your hip, angled your body, and dove his hand into your pocket. You couldn’t help a squeal at the ticklish sensation of fingers against your skin, squirming, but he paid you no mind as he fished around. Then, after a second, he withdrew his hand — and the necklace you’d picked up. 
He frowned at it when he held it up and noticed the clasp was snapped, then sent you a killing look. Holding the jewelry out, he snapped accusingly, “Why did you break it? How did you break it?” 
You gawked, at a loss. First this beast was a man, now he spoke? 
“I-I-I — I didn’t?” you squeaked, finally regaining some control of your breathing now that you weren’t being chased. 
He narrowed his fiery eyes at you, and now that you could look, you saw what appeared to be actual flames in his eyes. His sclera were red and slightly glowing, and his irises were flickering like red flames. 
He seemed to believe you, though, and he drew the necklace back over to him to frown at it. He turned the broken halves of the clasp over in his fingers, examining them in the low light, and in the process gave you a moment to really look at him. 
He was a lithe sort, and in the low light it was hard to make out details about him other than that. If not for the glowing gold bands around his limbs and across his torso you wouldn’t have been able to really tell what kind of position he was in, crouched as he was. His wild, lengthy hair tangled around his face and down his back, and from his profile you could see he was actually fairly handsome. 
As he looked at the necklace he also canted his head this way and that, and at one point he tried to reclasp the broken chain with his tongue pinched between his also-very-sharp teeth. 
He huffed when it didn’t work, then turned to you again, his sudden attention making you jump. He held out the necklace to you, demanding, “Fix it.” 
You took it by reflex, then shook your head, confused and not a little off-balance. “F-fix it?” you echoed, blinking down at it. Looking up at him again (it was getting strangely easier to meet his gaze every time, you noted…) you replied, too confused to think up a lie, “I can’t.” 
His lip curled at that, revealing his sharp, canine teeth. “You can’t,” he repeated — not a question, but more of a threat. 
You shrank back, withdrawing from him, unable to forget how terrifying the last few moments had been. “I-I really can’t,” you squeaked. “P-please don’t—” 
“Why not?” he barked, leaning towards you. 
You hadn’t realized before, given you’d been on the ground anyway, but now that he was leaning over you it was obvious that he was still very big. Not nearly as large as the canine version of him had been, sure, but tall enough that he probably still towered over you while standing. 
Your heart picked up its pace again as you leaned back further from him, stuttering, “I-I-I’m n-not a j-jeweler.” 
“A jeweler,” he echoed again, thoughtfully. 
“Y-yes. I’m not, I mean. A j…a jeweler…” 
“Hn,” he grunted. “Could a jeweler fix it?” 
“W-well…yes?” you offered. 
“Where can I find one?” 
Your mind blanked, slowly realizing that fixing this necklace seemed to be a priority to this creature. “Um…s-somewhere, I’m sure,” you offered. 
“Where, exactly?” he pressed. 
“Ah…” You considered that for a second, then fished out your phone, opening your map app. After some searching, you located one about twelve miles away. Not too bad, considering how rare they probably were. You rattled off the address to the man, then peeked up to find him gawking at you, his head tilted in confusion. 
You bit your lips, awkwardness descending. He didn’t know how to navigate the streets, apparently. And he probably didn’t have a phone. Point of fact, he had nothing, you noticed belatedly, your gaze immediately slipping down to his crotch to confirm whether or not he was naked. 
Yep, you noted, looking away, your face burning. He was very, very naked. 
After another second he rose to his feet, unfortunately putting his nakedness much, much closer to your line of sight, and demanded, “You will take me there.” 
“W-what?” you snapped, looking up — getting an eyeful of his equipment in the process — and forcing your gaze up to his face. 
“You will take me,” he decided, reaching down and snagging your arm. He pulled you up to your feet like it was nothing despite you protesting and pulling away from him the entire time. 
“I-I’m not going to just — wait, wait!” you demanded, wrenching your arm from his grasp. Pained lashed you as you did so and you sucked in a wincing breath, immediately looking down at your arm. Cuts had been slashed into your sleeve and blood was oozing from underneath, his claws having torn into your skin. 
He made a chuffing sound, catching your wrist to lift up your arm and look at the wounds himself. 
Yanking your hand back — apparently you hadn’t learned your lesson the first time — you explained, “Look, I get that this necklace is important to you and you need to get it fixed, but this time of night there won’t be anyone awake to help you. It’ll have to wait until morning.” 
He glanced at you as you spoke, then gave a long, suffering grown, dropping his head back. And, yep, you saw, he was indeed very tall. Your head barely reached his pecs. 
Maybe it was the way he was acting like a teenager that was just asked to take out the trash, but his attitude actually came off as endearing. 
“Sorry?” you offered with a strained, wary kind of smile. 
He glanced at you again, then down the street, visibly antsy despite the fact that he wasn’t moving. It felt like his tail was wagging, but when you glanced down, you saw that he didn’t have a tail — in this form. 
“Fiiiiiine,” he huffed at last, facing you again. “Then I will stay with you until morning. Then you will take me to the jeweler.” 
You blinked at him, dumbfounded. “Wait, I didn’t agree to this. I never said—” 
He leaned over you again and you shrank by reflex, his presence suddenly surrounding and terrifying you. He felt even bigger than his already massive form, and as his eyes narrowed on you, you realized you’d been way too lax. This guy had an even larger canine form capable of snapping off and swallowing your head whole if he were so inclined. 
You needed to keep that in mind. 
“I will stay with you until morning,” he repeated. It wasn’t a question or even an offer. You couldn’t even call it a command. It was more like he was saying that this is the way things were, end of story. 
“S-sure,” you squeaked. It wasn’t like you really had a choice in the matter. 
He eased up at once, taking the necklace from your hand and looking down at it again. “Now,” he rumbled more gently, “we will go to your home.” 
The very idea of having this creature in your home was terrifying by itself, especially given you knew you were going to be alone tonight. But when the giant horned fiery wolf man gave you an order, it wasn’t wise to fight him on it, you decided. 
You briefly considered going someplace else, but you figured a wolf-creature-thing would be able to smell if the place you took him was yours or not and you didn’t want to test his patience. So, resigning yourself to your future, you trudged the rest of the way to your home and showed him inside. You were just glad no one else noticed you on the street. 
This would be incredibly hard to explain. 
You said nothing as you showed him inside and gestured for him to take a seat on your sofa, and in the brighter light of the interior you could see his details better. For one thing, his feet were more paw-shaped than you’d noticed; that must be part of the reason he was so tall. He was literally walking on his toes. 
His skin was a rich chocolate shade, though his face didn’t expressly match the African features the skin tone implied — which, you supposed, made sense. You doubted he was human, so why would he look like your preconceived ideas about humanity? 
Having a fully grown man sitting nude on your couch didn’t sit well with you, though; even if you could ignore his nudity, the idea of an unknown male’s junk just sitting on your cushions grossed you out. So, telling him to wait a second before he could sit down, you rushed to find something for him to wear. 
Luckily you had bought some oversized gym shorts in the past and had kept them all this time, so you dug up a pair of red ones and returned with them. 
“Here,” you said, tossing it at him, “wear this.” 
He tilted his head at the article, turning it over in his hands and looking through the leg holes. “Why?” he asked, sounding genuinely baffled. 
Because I don’t want your naked cock and balls on my nice furniture, you thought bitterly. “Because this is my house and I make the rules,” you told him. 
He scowled but did as bade — once he figured out the right way to put them on, thanks largely to your intervention. And he looked uncomfortable as he wriggled in them, shifting his weight, lifting and lowering his legs. He glowered at the loose fabric like it was strangling him. 
“I don’t like it,” he complained. 
“Tough titties,” you retorted, then slapped a hand over your mouth in horror. Did you really just smack-talk a demon dog?! 
He sent a sharp look your way, then set the necklace down and strode towards you. With a whimper you flattened yourself against the wall, and you flinched away when he reached for you, squeezing your eyes shut. 
A harsh tug on your shirt and the sound of tearing fabric followed; you yelped, smacking him out of reflex and covering your suddenly bare chest. 
He snarled at you for that, crowding you further into the wall, lifting your injured arm and pinning it to the wall by the wrist. For a second your heart stopped, expecting something wildly unpleasant to follow, and the way he lowered his head and opened his mouth didn’t dissuade such thinking. 
Lick. 
A slimy, incredibly hot swath ran up your inner arm, and sheer bafflement had you snapping your gaze to the source. 
Lick. Lick. Pause. Lick. 
He was licking your wounds, lapping up the smeared blood like it was a treat. When he’d sufficiently cleaned your inner arm, he angled your arm the other way to clean the outer cuts, too. 
You could only stare — and blush, because while this was simply awkward at first, now it was getting kind of…erotic. 
A tall, literally and figuratively hot male was licking you. How else were you supposed to take it? 
He was all business, though, and eventually stopped and examined his work, moving your arm this way and that. The pain had ebbed, and when you could finally tear your gaze off him to check your wounds, you found them gone. 
Not even a scar remained. 
“Wh-wha-wha-wha—” you stuttered, at a loss. “How did you…?” 
He gave you another sharp look, as if chiding you for being stupid, then retreated to the couch. He flopped back on it diagonally, one heel propped on the arm, and you couldn’t help staring as he spread and wriggled his beastly toes. They weren’t exactly canine paws, but rather a cross between human and canine, yet you could still see little pads on the underside. 
“You’re staring.” 
His voice suddenly piercing into your awareness made you jump, and — realizing you were still topless — you turned your back on him and hurried back to your room for a change of clothes. 
A part of you didn’t want to go back in your living room, lest your temporary housemate do more weird things, but another part of you couldn’t resist the pull to see him again. He was just so weird, and the more you thought of it, replaying your interactions so far, the more you realized he’d never intentionally hurt you. 
He’d clearly been after the necklace when you found it first, and the most aggressive thing he’d down so far was to stop you from running away any farther. He hadn’t hurt you once you were down, though he clearly could’ve, and your cuts had been your own fault — which he’d also healed for you without prompt. 
Out of nowhere the walls were suddenly vibrating with heavy bass music, blaring out from the living room. You rushed out to find the man was on his feet, gesturing wildly at the stereo he’d inadvertently turned on, looking for what he could possibly poke to make it stop. 
You hurried over and twisted the knob to turn the music down, then hit the power button. 
He’d moved aside when you came over, and now he stared down at you, his ears straight up with interest. Before you could say anything, he demanded, “What was that spell?” 
“Spell?” you echoed. 
“The chanting that came from the box,” he clarified. 
Oh, lord. “It wasn’t a spell, just music,” you explained. 
He canted his head at you, confused. “Chanting is music,” he said. 
“Chanting is music,” you agreed, “but not all music is chanting.” 
“But they were chanting,” he pointed out. “I’m sinking aside, and the mast and lines are broken down tonight,” he repeated. 
The lyrics to Battleship sounded weird in his much deeper voice, but you were impressed by how he’d memorized them so easily. 
Which was how you ended up turning the stereo back on and having a spontaneous party with a literal demon in your living room. After some initial confusion he got into it, and when you started dancing to the music he joined you. He even seemed to be enjoying it, following your motions to learn how dancing worked. It was stupidly delightful, punctuated with laughter from both of you. 
Eventually, though, you had to turn off the music and rest. You got some drinks for the both of you and plopped down on the couch, and he joined you, letting his head fall back over the back of the couch, panting for breath with a grin on his face. 
Once you’d soothed your parched throat with several draws of your chosen beverage, you twisted to face him. Curiosity was plaguing you; you had to know more about him. 
“Who are you?” you finally asked, your voice still heavy with exhaustion. 
He glanced at you, answering roughly, “Ikselei.” 
“Ikselei?” you echoed. “That’s a bizarre name.” 
“Is it?” 
Shrugging, you offered him your own name, and he gave you a puzzled look. 
“And you say my name is odd?” he demanded, smirking at you as if to say you were the weird one. 
You flushed, disliking his assessment. “What are you, anyway?” you asked, folding your arms. “The only fitting thing I can think of is werewolf.” 
He chuffed, dismissing, “Those beasts? You offend me, human.” 
“Well, what else can transform between a wolf and a human?” 
“I am neither of those things, either.” 
“Clearly. Look, what do you call yourself?” 
“Ikselei,” he returned, grinning. 
You huffed. “Are you always so difficult?” you complained. 
“Difficult? We are playing,” he teased, suddenly pivoting to lean over you. 
You shrank back; he followed. “W-well you’re not answering my question.” 
“I did. I am Ikselei,” he told you, still looking incredibly amused. 
“Is that your name, or your species?” 
“Both.” 
“Both?” 
“My people are Ikselei. I am of my people. I am Ikselei.” 
“Oh.” You absorbed that, then frowned. “But you recognized my name and species as separate things,” you pointed out. “You even called me ‘human’.” 
“This is true.” 
“So what’s your name, then?” 
“Ikselei,” he repeated. “Until I earn another.” 
Ohh. It was starting to make sense, now. “So your name is Ikselei until such time as you earn your name,” you worked out. 
“Yes.” 
“And how do you do that?” 
“Working. Completing tasks. Battle. Glory,” he answered. Then, leaning to the side, he snagged the necklace from the table, holding it up. He eyed it like it was precious, and you realized then that it probably was — to him, at least. 
“We work until we do something that stands out enough to be worthy of a name,” he went on. 
“What kinds of names do you get, then?” you asked, curious. 
“They would be in our tongue, not yours,” he explained. 
You perked up. “Wait. Does that mean ‘Ikselei’ is in your tongue?” 
“Yes.” 
“What does it mean, then?” 
“Hellhound.” 
You gawked all over again, your eyes snapping up to his horns and back. It made sense, now! The wolf form, the spikes on his back, the fiery eyes, the horns — he wasn’t just a dog, he was a dog of Hell! 
Then, recoiling, you realized all at once what was in your house. A literal creature of Hell, and who knew what kinds of atrocities he was on Earth to commit. Battle and glory had been on his list of tasks from before, after all. 
When he noticed your reaction he lowered the necklace and leaned down towards you, visibly sniffing. “You smell of fear again,” he noted. “Why now? You were fine before.” 
“Th-that was before I knew y-you were from…from Hell,” you whispered. 
He canted his head. “So?” 
“So?” you echoed, too baffled to hide your stun. “So that means — that means you’re a demon!” 
“And?”
“And?” you blurted, growing frustrated. “Demons a-are evil creatures that come here to kill and maim and — everything else terrible!” 
He chuffed, leaning back into the cushions and smirking at you. “Humans think they know everything when they know nothing.” 
You gawked at him. “Did you just Dunning-Kruger me?” you demanded, aghast. 
“I don’t know those people.” 
You threw up your hands, snapping, “Are you calling me stupid?” 
“You are stupid.” 
“I am not!” 
“You know nothing of my home,” he pointed out, “but you pretend to know everything. That is stupid.” 
You couldn’t argue that, biting your lip on a retort. You were silent for a long moment, then demanded, “Okay, then. What’s Hell like?” 
He shrugged. “It is my home.” 
“Uh-huh. What else? Is there…fire and brimstone, demons, so on and so forth?” 
“It is very hot,” he agreed, nodding. “Much more so than here.” 
“You have flames in your eyes.” 
“Many of Hell’s peoples do.” 
“So there’s others?” 
“Hundreds of thousands of peoples,” he agreed. 
You stared. “Like what?” 
He chuffed again. “Too many to name.” 
“You can’t name them all?” 
“I do not even know them all.” 
You narrowed your gaze at him. “How could you not know all the peoples of your own world?” 
He gave you a look, arching his brow. “Do you know all of yours?” 
“Touché.” 
Silence stretched out between you, then, as Ikselei relaxed into the cushions, and you recalled how you’d gotten on this subject to begin with. 
“So?” you prompted, and he cracked open an eye to regard you. “What are your names like when you earn them?” 
He grunted, offering, “To translate… Seven-boulders… Iron-side… Star-drinker. Others like that.” 
That actually sounded really cool. “What do they sound like in your tongue?” you asked. 
He gave a hum. “Krelnecht, Neishuren, Askiavar.” 
You leaned your elbow onto the back of the sofa. “That’s pretty cool. I concede, your names are better.” 
He chuckled. 
Lethargy was getting to you, though, so you pushed yourself up and stretched. You grunted as your back cracked, then told him, “I’m going to sleep. In the morning we’ll get your necklace fixed.” 
He looked pleased by that, twisting on the sofa to stretch out across it. 
You paused a second, then asked, “Can you…is there a way to make you look totally human? No animal features and no horns?” 
He chuffed as if the question offended him. “If I must,” he said with a withering tone. 
You chuckled. He really was adorable in certain ways. “See you in the morning,” you said with a wave, heading back to your room. He didn’t return the wave. 
At first you hadn’t been sure you could sleep with a literal demon in your house, but the last hour or so had calmed you down considerably. Ikselei didn’t seem like a demon so much as a guy who had some weird physical features, that was all. 
Your eyes closed easily once you got under your covers, and before you knew it you had drifted off to sleep. 
Getting Ikselei ready to go out in the daytime world was a struggle, you found. It didn’t help that you’d found him sleeping on the floor in his wolf form when you exited your room and had shrieked bloody murder, causing him to wake up in a defensive frenzy; as you’d recovered from your shock, he’d spun in violent circles, snarling viciously, and knocked over several breakable objects. 
Once he’d shapeshifted back to his hybrid form, he’d explained that taking on a human form took energy and, knowing he’d have to fully transform himself in the morning, he’d opted to rest in his canine form to replenish his energy. Unfortunately, once he managed the transformation — and after eating a ridiculous amount of your kitchen stores — you had to go shopping. 
He wouldn’t let the necklace out of his sight (or you, when you were carrying it), so that meant he was coming with you. And given most places had a “no shirt, no shoes, no service” rule, that meant he also needed more clothes, so your first stop was someplace where you could get him a shirt and a pair of flipflops — and sunglasses, just in case his power started to slip free. 
He hated the shoes more than anything, and even your platitudes and assurance that flipflops were the least offensive shoes available didn’t help much. The way he walked with shoes on was hilarious, his stride both wide and high, and he scowled at the flop-flop of his own steps. He snarled at the shoes more than a few times during the trip, which, also unfortunately, had to be done on foot because he refused to get into a car. 
It took ages before you finally made it to your destination, and by then Ikselei wasn’t the only one feeling irritated and murderous. 
Luckily, repairing a broken clasp was easy. The jeweler looked at it, assessed it, and concluded it would take mere minutes and gave you a price. Though it felt stupid that you had to pay for this when you wouldn’t even be receiving anything for it, you still did so, expecting Ikselei wouldn’t be so patient with you if you kept refusing him. 
Who knows what he’d do to you and the jeweler if you backed out now. He’d been nice and even accommodating thus far, but you hadn’t forgotten that he had, essentially a seven-foot-tall wolf form and could outrun most vehicles. 
Once the task was done, paid for, and the necklace was returned to Ikselei, the two of you headed outside. There, he held up the necklace to the light, smiling at it in a way that suggested he was legitimately pleased. 
You were glad he’d succeeded in his task. “So,” you prompted, drawing his attention, “just what is the point of that necklace, anyway? What’s the significance?” 
He just smirked at you. Guess he wouldn’t say, you figured. 
So you changed your question. “Now that you have it fixed and everything,” you asked, “does this mean you get your name, or…?” 
“This, alone, isn’t enough,” he answered, looking down at you. He pulled his glasses off, carelessly dropping them aside, and gave you a wicked smile. “I have much more left to do.” 
You felt a little creeped out, pairing that look with those words. Swallowing, you checked, “Here? On Earth, still?” 
He shook his head. “We don’t travel that far for glory. I’m only here because I was tracking this,” he explained, turning the pendant over in his hands. “I’ll be returning soon.” 
You weren’t sure if you felt a thrill at the prospect of him leaving, or a pulse of sorrow. “Soon…?” you echoed. 
He nodded. “Conditions must be met. Traveling between worlds is not so easy,” he said with a patronizing tone, as if he were educating a child. 
You rolled your eyes, though you supposed, in this case, the treatment wasn’t inaccurate. You were new to the idea of dimension-hopping, after all. 
Then he said, “But your role in this is done. Thank you…for your aid.” 
Your chest squeezed. Was he saying goodbye…? “Um…you’re welcome,” you replied, silently adding, Not that I ever had much of a choice, you know. 
He grinned, then suddenly rushed into you, flattening you back against the wall behind you. Your heart leapt at his sudden aggression, wondering if “farewell” meant “and now you die” for hellhounds, but before you could get out more than a gasp, his tongue filled your mouth. 
A bizarre, inhumane squeal escaped you from the sheer surprise of it. Then, as his mouth worked, his tongue stroking yours, your eyes started to roll back, pleasure surging through you. His hand cradled your head as you angled your kiss, softening against him. 
This was weird and probably blasphemous, but his kiss — hot and wet and wild as it was — ignited something in you that you couldn’t suppress. You moaned, your hands gripping him by the shirt and pulling him harder against you. 
To say his kiss was ravenous would be putting it mildly. He absolutely devoured you with deep, rough swipes of his tongue and sucking, nipping pulls of your lips. You couldn’t get over how ridiculously hot his kiss was, but as the surprise of it faded, you recognized how delicious he tasted, too. 
Spicy and sweet in one, like nothing you’d ever tasted before. His flavor was as unearthly as he was, and it sent little quivers racing through you, starting a burning hunger that you already feared would never be sated. 
You found yourself mentally begging for more, melting in his embrace, even as a part of you rebelled against what you were doing. This man wasn’t a man, that part screamed; he wasn’t even a demon, he was a hound. A hound from Hell. Just because he was wearing a human form and could talk and tease you didn’t mean he wasn’t still a literal dog. 
Despite knowing that, you still whined when he finally withdrew, trying to cling to him. But he broke your grip easily, moving back, a shit-eating grin on his face. 
“You were a lot of fun, human,” he taunted, walking backwards into traffic. 
Your heart leapt again at the risk he was taking, managing a step forward, a hand outstretched to him. 
“Think I’ll miss you,” he finished, that grin widening. You barely caught his eyes flickering with those inner flames before a blaring horn sounded, a vehicle barreling straight towards him. He winked. 
Thud! 
You shrieked as the car slammed right into him — but in the blink of an eye, he was gone. He wasn’t wheeling through the air, wasn’t crushed underneath it, wasn’t splattered across the windshield. He was gone, nothing but a few wisps of black smoke dispersing where he’d just been. 
The vehicle swerved and brakes squealed as it came to a stop just a little ways past where you were standing, nearly hitting a light pole in the process. You were shaking violently, having witnessed what you’d thought was surely a death. 
But he wasn’t there. Nothing was there — not even the clothes you’d gotten him. 
Then, as if the god of comedy were watching, two flipflops fluttered down from above to plap on the street in front of you. 
Just like that, you were laughing. Of course he’d take everything but the shoes. 
“Ikselei,” you chided, hoping he heard you, wherever he was now. 
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Adrian Jackson, 15, just graduated and has been far from ordinary life. His grandfather, a trained assassin, trained him-assassination and hacking skills to protect him from the cruel world. When he dies, Adrian finds himself alone, vulnerable, and exposed. One day he gets involved in a deadly fight that would change his life for good. Ido and Tomas, members of the special attack force of their gang spotted his skills and facilitated his recruitment into the special force by recommending him to the gang leader.
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