#and she's left in this in between of wanting to be involved wanting to take action for the better and fearing the cost

[utterlyotterlyx]

The Fox and The Fawn

High Lord Eris x Rhys!Sister!Reader x Azriel

Part Seven

Summary - Your feelings for Eris are confronted and you make a choice that is sure to break you.

Warnings - angst, fluff, depression, betrayal, sadness, more angst

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Velaris hadn't been the same since you had left.

The entire population was scrutinizing the Inner Circle and the beast they called their High Lord who was doing his best to convince his people that you weren't well and had chosen to heal in the company of the realms best healers in Dawn.

No one believed it.

Rhys was pacing about the study, walking the length of it before turning on his heels and following the wall back to the other side whilst Cassian and Azriel stood before him, clammy palms and pale faces as the throbbing power of Rhys threatened to consume them.

It had been a back and forth conflict that had lasted for days, the words thrown had become so intense that Feyre had deigned to move herself and Nyx to the House of Wind. The main consensus was that a war with Autumn would be devastating to all involved, but Rhys had lost his mind for long enough to be void of the capability to see any reason.

All he wanted was his sister back in his court, safe and warm and protected, where her power wouldn't threaten anyone into daring to know more.

"She'll come back," Azriel's voice cut through the haze, his voice was sure but quaking, and Rhys halted his movements, approaching the desk and taking a seat.

Their High Lord was a shell of himself, a wild glare had consumed his dark eyes, none of them could remember the last time he had smiled or joked, all he did was speak of you, of how to get you back.

"Did your shadows tell you something?"

Azriel shuffled in his seat, dreading what he had to say, for his brother didn't know the exact details of what occurred with you at the boarder of Winter and Autumn, "No," he cleared his throat, "You threatened Elain, Lucien, and Eris," he gulped, "And Nesta."

Cassian hadn't been doing well without her, he hardly slept or ate, and he flinched with pain more often than not due to the bond being so weak and brittle, close to extinction. Their shared brother snapped his head in their direction, his gaze wide as it moved between Rhys and Azriel, both of which kept some vital information from him.

The Shadowsinger continued, "You know that y/n would never put anyone in harms way, she would never risk the lives of the people she loves most," he wasn't sure if he was included in that list anymore, "She just wants to be free. I beg you to think of a different way to establish peace."

Rhys rolled his eyes, bored of the same words, "You saw what she can do now," he leaned forward in the chair and the stars panicked in response, blinking quickly, some even vanished from the sky entirely.

Neither of them could escape the image of those licks of blame flame curling up your fingers and forearm, they couldn't escape the coldness in your glare, and Azriel in particular couldn't escape the flash of pain that shot through your face when he had taken a step back from you.

"Even then, does it mean that we need to go to war? We've barely recovered from Hybern and Koschei as it is, our armies will perish-"

"You can both leave," Rhys drawled, uninterested, bored even, as he picked a threat from his suit jacket and let it float to the floor, "Start preparing our armies, Cass." A stiff nod from Cassian acted as his reply, he rose from his seat, eyes still wide and white knuckles gleaming in the moonlight.

Come home, or I will make sure that you are left with nothing.

Nothing.

The faint scent of cinnamon kissed the air, meaning that Eris was home, and the more intense it grew the more it became clear that he was searching for you as he always did when he returned to the manor. All he had to do was follow the aroma of you, the one scent that he would bottle up if he could just so your scent could drown his clothes and senses.

“Hello Fawn,” he called to you, his voice purred with adoration, and your spine tingled at the sensation of it. As quickly as he spoke the words, Eris frowned, noting the blank stare you held at whatever held your attention beyond the window.

Night had fallen upon Autumn, the sky held the last few flickers of light as dark purple licked the sky and faded to black.

The exhaustion was clear on your face as he fell to your side, his arm brushing against your own as though he was reminding you of where you were. Not Night. Autumn.

Eris had believed that he was making some headway with you, but after Rhys, it felt like you had constructed a dam of steel around your mind. Cold and unimpeachable. It was warranted, but dangerous, and Eris noticed you retreating into yourself more every passing moment.

“What’s wrong?”

Turning to face him, you etched his face to memory, whisky amber eyes full of worry, tight lips, messy red hair that fell past his ears; he had left in a rush that morning, negating to properly style his hair which meant that it was messy but too alluring to pay attention to. He was dressed in ivory briefs and a white shirt, a red waistcoat and jacket both adorned with vines of gold.

A High Lord if you ever did see one.

All you wanted to do was reach out and push a strand behind his ear, to graze his cheekbone with your fingers. But you couldn’t. If there was any chance of Rhys finding out of how much Eris meant to you then he would surely ensure the most brutal punishment possible.

A serene but forced smile consumed your lips, lips that were chapped and broken from the bouts of anxiety that crashed down on you, “Nothing,” you told him, eyes flickering. Shaking your head, you explained, “Nesta was a bit brutal with training today but it’s fine.”

That’s right. Eris had been too busy that day to train with you, you had both been enjoying your sessions grappling with the carranam powers you had discovered, but Eris hadn’t had the time, which meant that Nesta was keeping her eye on you.

The stare didn’t relent but you didn’t shrink under it, you’d never shrink yourself for anyone ever again, so you turned back to peer out of the cloudy glass, “How can I make it better?”

Tension fizzled, Eris took your hands in his, stroking his thumb over the soft surface and resting on your pulse, “Train with me tomorrow.”

Eris smirked, “Done.”

Faint cricket song creaked through the open window, the low beating glow of the fireflies allowed you to see the pond rippling beyond the glass panes that were doing their best to keep the cold from seeping into your bones. Moments had flickered where you seemed unsure, moments where your mind was reeling, trying to figure out what was the next best step not only for you, but your people.

For Eris.

Oddly enough, it had been Elain who would come to your room at night, or Lucien; Nesta knew when to leave you alone and Eris didn't like imposing on your space, but Elain and Lucien, together or separate, seemed to know what you needed more than yourself.

Elain would bring an assortment of baked goods, she'd perch them on the edge of the bed and climb atop the comforter to wedge herself beside you; she wouldn't talk, she would simply listen and occasionally chirp soft advise whilst those pastries loosened your lips. Lucien however was much more straightforward, he would burst into your room no matter the time, he knew you'd be awake regardless, he'd say that he could feel your thoughts pulsing about the manor, uneasy and painful, and he would come to you to make you smile.

Much like how Cassian used to.

The soft patter of rain sounded beyond the threshold, the scent of it made you close your eyes and smile, inhaling the newly damp earth of Autumn, "Talk to me," Eris' fingers reached for you, curling a strand of your hair around them and pushing it behind your pointed ear; his fingers continued to travel, hooking beneath your chin and gently tugging your gaze to his, "You haven't been yourself."

Eris towered over you, his breath crept along your cheeks as thunder cracked in the distance, a flash of lightening snapped across the sky, "How can I be?"

It wasn't supposed to be painful, pushing people away, but it was tearing your soul apart. In some way, you'd much rather be alone for the rest of your long life than risk anything ever happening to anyone you loved. Rhys was determined to take you, Eris was determined to not allow it, and you were determined to save them from ruin.

Sighing, you unwound the blockade around your heart, feeling it strain and groan as you gave it space to breathe, "I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Eris watched your eyes glaze over, he watched that ring of fire dim, he watched as your bottom lip wobbled as you spoke, "I'm tired, Eris."

The High Lord figured as much, the bags that clung to your undereye grew larger each day, he had asked you multiple times if you wanted to talk, but you had denied it, you had been too focused in removing yourself physically so that if you really did then it wouldn't hurt as much.

I'm tired, Eris.

Those three words told him everything he needed to know. You were tired of life, you were tired of the betrayal and the lies, you were tired of the small voices in your mind telling you that you weren't worthy of anything good because how could any good being be used by the people who was meant to love and protect them?

Cracking walls allowed the storm to seep in, and Eris had been expecting it for awhile, he had monitored your anxious actions and sleuthing, he knew that the walls were due to collapse.

"Oh gods," your hand pressed on your stomach, leaving his own palm suddenly cold, you were trying to alleviate the pain dwelling inside of you like a demon, "How could they do this?"

The mere image of your face crumpling had Eris wrapping you into his arms as the last few weeks tore through the abyss toward you, clawing at the confinements you had locked them in. Sobs bubbled through your lips and Eris felt your tears soak through the cotton of his shirt, and all he could do was allow you to go through the motions. It was better to be held in your darkest hour than battle it alone. If all Eris could offer you was his shoulder and gentle caresses, then he would spend the rest of his life making sure he was there to lend them to you.

You had spent the last couple of days playing the memories of your life in your mind, ignoring the blank spots hidden within them, you were trying to figure out what exactly had been a lie, or what you could have done to deserve a life of chains and steel.

"My entire life is tainted now, I don't know what was real anymore. The bargain with Azriel, the shopping trips with Mor, researching with Amren and training with Cassian, painting with Feyre," you paused, "Even Rhys, when did he decide that I was better off locked away? When did he decide that it was best to spread stories of the monster of Velaris rather than the stories of his sister?"

The fond memories of dancing in Rita's until sunrise with Mor and Cassian had turned to ash alongside the moments you had spent with every member of your false family.

Eris ran his fingers through your hair, his fingertips grazing across your scalp, he knew you loved the feeling, and his chest rumbled as he spoke, "Do not fear the storm, y/n," his lips lingered just by your ear and you could faintly feel the parting as he spoke against the shell, "You are learning how to sail your ship. You will get through this, we'll get through it all, together," he pulled away from you but still held you in his arms, the flash of lightening slicing across his face, moulding with the light of the dancing flames dotted about the space in the form of tealights and lanterns hanging from the ceiling, "Just for now. Find a corner of your soul that feels good. And rest there."

Feeling seen and heard felt so foreign to you, but in Autumn, with Eris, you felt alive. Autumn had wrapped her doting arms around you and used her embrace to will you back to life, she willed you to find joy and passion, and perhaps even love.

Perhaps the Mother had sent Autumn to you to lead you to a life that would be worth all of the pain and loneliness. Peering up at Eris, you admired his beauty, the sharp but rugged look, the amber whisky eyes that reminded you of molten bronze, his stupidly perfect hair that Nesta told you constantly was something from novels, "Thank you, for making me feel alive."

Eris sucked in a breath and the candles burned brighter, their light covering the ceiling, "Thank you for making me believe that I'm worthy of being happy."

Extending your fingers over his chest, right above his heart, you frowned and asked, "You aren't happy?"

"I wasn't, but then you came, and now I am."

The smile on your face was radiant, soft and gentle, full of understanding, "We only have one life in this world, Eris. That's reason enough to stop holding back," silent permission sang to him and he rested his hands on the curve of your hips.

The demon within you didn't scare him, what Nesta had told him didn't scare him, nothing about you brought him any form of discomfort or doubt.

"I didn't stop thinking about you after I saw you Under The Mountain, you were humming a song that felt so familiar, your voice was so weak but so enchanting," he recounted, "I remember the light finding you like it always has, I remember the vacant look in your eye and the scuffle of your bare and bloody feet on the ground," Eris cupped your face in his hands, and your fingers drifted around his wrists, "That image haunts me, but that song, that beautifully awful thing has been the only thing to bring me any sort of peace since that place." Since Amarantha and Under The Mountain, "I saw you like I do now, wounded and hurting in so many ways, and I swore to myself that if I ever had the chance, that I would make sure it never happened again."

"The war against Hybern was won because of you, I saw you on that battlefield wielding that sword like it was an extension of yourself, you had rose from the ashes of Amarantha herself and tilted the scales in our favour," a gentle amused huff passed through your lips, "Then you aided me, you risked everything for my vision because you believed in it, because you believe in a better world for everyone, not just your own people. And then you came to me for help, because somewhere deep inside of you, you knew you'd be safe here, with me. And that night, on that balcony of the Day Court, for the first time, I saw you and I didn't just want to have you, but I wanted to deserve you. I asked the Mother for you, despite feeling undeserving, feeling disrespectful for ever thinking of it. Instead, I prayed to her to make me worthy of you."

Eris' molten bronze gaze was trying to tell you something, but you couldn't quite figure it out, not when he was looking at your lips like that, not when every fibre of your being was needing to mould itself inside of him.

"Do you know what the song is?"

Shaking his head, Eris muttered a small 'no', so you told him, "It's the song of your ancestors, the Symphony of Ash. I knew that it must have been awful to see me like that and you always used to say that you liked my voice, and I just thought that you could use a lullaby."

All air rushed from his lungs. You knew that he was watching you that night, and that song, that beautifully horrid thing, was for him. So that even if his nightmares kept him awake, you voice would lull him back to slumber, a song from his court that you had learned.

Even in the moments when you were worlds apart, strangers almost, you had still cared enough to spare him a thought of comfort in the days that weren't so bright for him either despite your own torture.

"That was for me?"

A delicate hum sounded from your throat, "Take it as a gift from one former betrothed to another."

"Former betrothed?"

Frowning, you pulled back slightly, but that frown soon turned to wonder, "You don't remember?" The blank look in his eye confirmed it, "We were supposed to get married before, well, I was locked away and you were directed to Mor. It was meant to be me and you."

"I remember our parents talking of it when we were children, but I didn't realise that it was ever real."

"It was very real."

Eris felt his soul burn, he felt your fingers curl around it, he felt your darkness kiss his fire, and he shuddered at the singing of his essence, "Me and you?"

"Us."

"Can I kiss you?"

You shouldn't. You couldn't. It would make what you had to do even harder. But it was Eris, it was his eyes and lips, his softness and adoration, it was the small boy you had grown up looking out for always without him even knowing it.

Swallowing hard, you moved closer to him, feeling electric as his fingers curled around the curve of your jaw, "Yes."

Eris lowered his lips to yours an he hovered there for a moment, preparing himself for the moment he had always desired, with the woman he couldn't get out of his mind. His lips were soft against yours, it was like kissing the sun, it was soul-consuming and scorching; his lips moved with yours as his hands ran down your spine to rest on the small of your back, pressing you further into him and slipping his tongue into your mouth when you broke for a moment to breathe.

It was a feeling you wanted to bask in forever, you felt light curl around you, you felt his warmth wrap you up in its embrace, you felt his lips on yours and his nose brushing against the tip of your own.

Fisting your fingers through his hair, you used his shoulders for leverage as he placed you on the countertop, your hands delved into his jacket and ran down his chest, and his gripped the skin of your thighs. Reluctantly, Eris paused before it went any further, exhaling deeply whilst resting his forehead against your own, "As much as I want to make you mine," his eyes delved into your own, "Our first time together deserves to be magical, and alone."

"Too right."

Freezing in position, you turned your head to find Lucien stood in the doorway, shirtless with his hand covering his eyes, peeking at you through his fingers. Eris threw his head back and groaned, cradling your head to his chest to hide your clear embarrassment from Lucien finding you both in a compromising position.

"I'm not judging," Lucien teased, "I just didn't expect to come in here to see you two with your tongues down each other's throats."

"Stop talking," you squeaked, cringing at his booming laugh, you blocked out the words from Eris, and instead waited until he scooped you into his arms, continuing to hide you from Lucien as he carried you upstairs and nestled into the bed with you.

Eris was bare bar his undergarments, his scarred chest shone in the firelight and you found yourself tracing the swirls idly whilst he pressed kisses into your hairline, allowing his thumb to stroke against your cheek.

"Tomorrow we'll figure out how to put a stop to this," he sounded so sure, but you knew he was scared, he held you a touch tighter as he spoke, "And then we'll live the life that we want to live."

His optimism was wounding.

Rhys was never going to stop, you knew him well enough to know that once he wanted something he would never halt his efforts to claim it.

After hours of serene chatter, you kissed Eris and told him to rest. As the firelight flickered to lifeless ash, when you knew that Eris was sound asleep and dreaming of you, you slipped from the bed.

Elain stood before the oven with a faint smile on her lips, excited to prod you with questions after what Lucien had so luckily found the night before.

Simmering sun poured through the windows, the storm had broke and the sun shone overhead, cascading her heavenly glow across the grass, caressing her animals as her light spread over Autumn. Birdsong chirped through the slightly ajar window, but Elain's smile had drifted, and her eyes had turned a milky white.

Night. Stars. Snow-capped mountains. A grey dress fit for a princess floating along the Sidra.

Gasping, Elain inhaled, she engulfed the air in her lungs, trying to locate you within it. But there was nothing there.

The shatter of the glass bowl in her hands was enough to cause both Nesta and Lucien to rush into the room, poised to attack, but faltering when they saw the wild look in Elain's eye, "Have you seen y/n? I had a vision."

"What vision, Elain?" Nesta approached Elain tentatively, her palms outstretched to connect with her sisters arms.

Elain gripped onto Nesta, "Of snow-capped mountains and a sky full of stars, of the dress she wore to Helion's party the day she denounced the Night Court drifting along the Sidra. I heard her crying."

Nesta snapped her gaze to Lucien, gasping when she saw Eris stood behind him, his gaze low and pulsating with fire as his chest rose and fell so fast that Nesta thought his heart would stop beating entirely. The room became hot, too hot, swelteringly so, and Eris brushed against Lucien as he approached the two Archeron sisters.

Placing his palms on the countertop, the same one where only hours before he was holding you and meeting your confessions with his own, Eris growled, low, and possessive, "Where is my mate?"

Author's Note

I am burning rn.

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[immortalthunderstorm]

The Alicent-Larys Conondrum

I'm back with some thoughts™️ on the HOTD fandom's hot topics. This time - something I've seen discussed quite a lot and what seems to be a controversial topic - the dynamic between Larys and Alicent, and mostly how a lot of the blame gets shifted onto her. There's a general tendency of overt victim blaming when it comes to Alicent herself, and often situations in which she is subjected to trauma get twisted into her own shortcomings rather than those of her perpetrators. The marriage to Viserys is one example, but the same arguments are used for her scenes with Larys.

I thought I'd try and analyse it a bit more from Alicent's perspective, though I don't disagree that the show has left this incredibly dubious at times and I really think that e.g. the foot scene was unnecessary.

Obviously Matthew Needham already provided a pretty great take on Larys as a character and his perspective on the dynamic, so I won't get into that myself here, but recommend having a listen to what he has to say.

1. Alicent should have dismissed or reported Larys after she learned of his Harrenhal stunt

I actually think it makes perfect sense that Alicent doesn't dismiss Larys despite being horrified by his actions.

The earlier episodes of the season make a point of how Alicent is isolated and lonely in the Red Keep. She says herself, she has no friends, no real allies, her former companion lied to and 'betrayed' her, got her father fired and therefore left her without her last constant family member by her side. She is heavily traumatised, forced into a marriage she doesn't want, forced to birth child after child and mostly ignored or dismissed by her ailing husband. She is queen in all but name, her job is to look appropriate, make sure the courtiers are entertained, and most of all give the king children.

Before even Criston joins her, the only person who approaches her is Larys. He seems empathetic, talks to her openly (or so she thinks), pretends to care about her as a person. This is where she is probably most vulnerable, most alone. Of course she falls for it, I don't think anyone can realistically blame her for that, she's a lonely teen forced to be a mother in what is essentially a toxic environment. Plus it is Larys who tells her of Rhaenyra's 'betrayal', which turns out to be true, so in a way he 'proves' his loyalty to her by disproving Rhaenyra's.

Later on he is the one who supports her when she vents about Rhaenyra and her bastards, they have dinners together, an honest friend and sympathetic ear in a metaphorical snakepit. And then, he goes as far as killing his own family, something that Alicent is horrified by, but it shows just how far his capabilities stretch. He has a spy network, he can get her information no one else can, information that can give her shreds of power and influence. He can make things happen without anyone ever suspecting that he, and by implication her, was involved. Larys makes himself invaluable to her and is not easily replaced.

I do disagree that she has some great power over him as a lot of people like to claim. Larys would not confide in her if that would bring him in any great danger. Realistically, accusing him would be such a wild theory, plus the absolute no go of double kinslaying, plus he's a very high ranking Lord, I'm not actually sure people would believe her - she doesn't have proof either. Viserys has absolutely not had her back ever, he has the spine of a wet slice of bread, I doubt that he'd simply put him on trial and kill him (each High Lord is an asset to the crown and if he starts "randomly" beheading people that could cause problems, like Ned Stark, like Rickard Karstark (let's put Vaemond aside here because there should have been consequences)) because Alicent said so? All that on top of Viserys' general strategy of ignoring everything that could be a "political headache" to him, my confidence in him is quite low.

And again, why would Alicent rat Larys out? He benefits her and is her main ally at court. She is shocked at how far he went, but in the end it did get rid of both Harwin and Lyonel, which caused Rhaenyra to leave and Otto to resume his position as Hand. Alicent did not condone the murders and would not have sanctioned them had he asked - but to her he is loyal beyond doubt and most importantly only to her (in her head) - later when he offers to give her Lucerys' eye she openly refuses, BUT she acknowledges how far he is willing to go for her. She'd be stupid to rat him out that would only disadvantage her.

2. The Foot Scene

Now in episode 9, Alicent is in a highly stressful situation. Aegon is to be crowned after she spent the entire day fretting he was missing or dead in a ditch somewhere, she had to fight her father and essentially most of the council not to send assassins after Rhaenyra, she had to find Aegon first to be the voice of reason to him, she is clearly distraught over Viserys death and scared for her children.

This is not the time and place for mistakes, every move has to count and nothing can slip through the cracks. Larys knows this, and he knows that he and his spies are going to be very important in the coup to come, and he knows he is the only one who can provide this. So does Alicent. She may be queen, but in actuality she wields very little power in this instance. The green council scene showed that they plotted behind her back, her father most of all, and clearly don't take her very seriously.

Essentially in episode 9, she's trying to outrace Otto and establish herself as more than a pawn. In a time where war is all but inevitable and she has enemies both outside and within the Red Keep's walls, and her children's lives are at stake - how could she refuse Larys who can provide her with valuable intelligence? By giving in to his "demands" she learns that her handmaiden is a spy which is a very important revelation.

It's hard to try and make sense of how their power dynamic switched to such extremes, we don't know whether it's happened before, in which capacity and for what. Clearly she is aware of what he wants, but how did that come up? How did this develop? We can't know so I refrain from making assumptions for any other times.

Her symbolically selling her body again for all this is a price she is willing to pay, but it doesn't make it any less of a SA (and yes, I've seen a lot of people dismissing this as consensual since she willingly took off her shoes for this. It's giving 'she asked for it'). Alicent is deeply disgusted, she can't look at him, she probably already has a very twisted view on herself and her body as something that belongs to others and he abuses that. But she indulges him because she realistically doesn't really have any other choice. He has made himself irreplaceable.

This doesn't mean it's consensual. Consent would mean that Alicent did this because she wants to, finds some enjoyment in it, and hasn't been pressured into it. But that's far from the truth. She does it because she feels like there's no other way for her to get this valuable intelligence, so she endures it despite clearly being uncomfortable and disgusted. I am so tired of everything being blamed on her just because people don't like or understand her character.

#alicent hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #larys strong #team green #pro team green #anti team black #pro alicent hightower

[seramilla]

Hello!

Submitting a request for a snippet that involves Vaggie and Emily dating and both wanting to date Charlie. However, Charlie (despite having a crush on both of them) decides to not get in the way of a relationship, assuming angels don't do polyamory. Terrible flirting from Vaggie and Emily ensues and is met with obliviousness, confusion, and nobly pining from a distance from Charlie

Charlie spends a lot of quality time with Vaggie and Emily in Heaven these days. Her visits aren't just reserved to the delegations anymore. Ever since awkwardly introducing herself to the couple during the last big event, she'll find any and all excuses to come see them in Heaven. Running an errand for her dad, helping plan the next transferal of souls from her redemption program, or just wanting to visit the Heaven zoo for the fourth time in less than a month -- none of her efforts are subtle. Vaggie and Emily aren't complaining. They enjoy spending time with her; even if the three of them are completely hopeless at admitting the real reason why Charlie likes to visit so much.

Charlie just enjoys spending time with them; that's what she'll say, anyway, anytime they ask. Vaggie hasn't missed the soft blushes and subtle glances Charlie shoots their way when she and Emily show affection in public. More than once, Emily has tried to brush against Charlie's hand, or take her hand in her own, in a comforting gesture, so that she can get closer. Charlie will usually "eep!" and pull away rapidly, pretending to spot something else of interest to her, or ignore it entirely.

Vaggie will show a little more tact; the operative word being a little. She'll compliment Charlie, or get up real close, and say how pretty the princess looks that day, or if she did something different with her hair (Charlie rarely does anything different with her hair). Charlie also takes this as an opportunity to NOPE the heck out of there. Her shyness isn't lost on either angel. The problem is, they just don't know how to fix it.

Vaggie and Emily aren't helping; they can tell Charlie wants to get closer. They aren't blind. But both angels have about as much charisma as a wet paper bag. Vaggie probably has slightly more experience dating, since she and Lute used to be...sort of a thing? Unofficially? Vaggie doesn't think making out behind the Exterminator barracks counts as dating, but Emily says it's more than she knows. Vaggie insists that doesn't mean she knows how to gain the affections of a literal princess. What she and Lute had was toxic. Emily is her first real relationship; adding another to their partnership is territory yet uncharted.

This goes on long enough, that Vaggie starts to get a little...frustrated. Charlie enjoys spending time with them. She cares for them. They care about her. It's so obvious! She showers them with gifts, spends every spare moment she has in Heaven with them, what more is there to understand? The least she can do is take a little bit of a hint. It's not Charlie's fault, or her or Emily's fault. There is a lot of stigma between Heaven and Hell probably left to unpack. Vaggie realizes, if Emily and Charlie aren't going to make that first step, then she decides to just go for it.

The next time Charlie comes to visit, and she insists she wants to see the koalas again, Vaggie remembers there is a convenient bench to sit on right in front of the exhibit. Forming a plan in her head, Vaggie agrees, and when they get there, Vaggie puts her scheme in motion. Once Charlie has had her koala fix for the day, she pulls Charlie and Emily over to the bench by the hand, so they can relax, and maybe just talk.

Charlie is the one to break the silence first.

"Thank you both for humoring me," she says, shyly pushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I know you can probably see this anytime you want. But you always still bring me here. I'm sorry if you're getting sick of it by now."

"Of course not, Charlie," Vaggie says, taking Charlie's hands in hers. "We love making you happy."

Like clockwork, Charlie's face is infused with a flush, the rest of her skin rivaling the color of her cheeks. She tries to yank her hands away from Vaggie, and look away, toward some other exhibit she can pretend to be interested in. But Vaggie has the grip of a warrior, and doesn't let her pull away.

"We enjoy spending time with you. A lot. You know that, right?" Vaggie asks.

"Yeah," Emily says, a little emboldened by Vaggie's statement. "We love to see you happy, Charlie."

"Umm...!" Charlie squeaks, turning this way and that, not exactly certain what to say in this situation. She doesn't look...uncomfortable, exactly? Not like their forwardness is unpleasant for her, or anything. Just...confused? Unsure how to respond? Worried?

"Th-thank you!" Charlie says, trying to move beyond her own awkwardness. "I really appreciate you both! I do! But you don't have to do all this for me!"

Really sensing she needs to get the message across now, for fear of scaring Charlie away again, Vaggie pushes past her own intense embarrassment, and pulls Charlie closer. Emily sits behind Charlie on the bench, hand on the demi-angel's shoulder, providing emotional support for Vaggie from the rear, as it were.

"We like doing it," Vaggie says, taking a big gulp, before the point of no return happens at the utterance of her next words. "We like you."

"Oh, fuck," Charlie says under her breath, before letting loose another "eep!" sound, because she realizes she'd just uttered a curse in Heaven. She's never done that before. "Sorry! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! Vaggie, Emily! Please, forgive me! Forget I said that."

Vaggie giggles. Charlie's awkwardness is adorable. It breaks whatever spell had been holding Vaggie herself back. She smiles, leaning closer to Charlie's face.

"You're so cute, Charlie. It's okay. Can I kiss you?"

Maybe Charlie's spell broke with Vaggie's request. She's still blushing, but staring directly at Vaggie's lips, as if in a trance. She swallows hard, and nods, and Vaggie decides to close the distance.

Charlie's mouth is warm, and inviting, and seems to draw Vaggie in deeper with every breath. Charlie hums into her mouth, and sort of chases Vaggie's lips a little, when the angel finally pulls away. Charlie's left with a rather pleased, rather floaty expression on her face. Emily takes this as her opening, and leans over Charlie's shoulder, and pecks the corner of her mouth, near her cheek.

"Okay?" Emily asks. Charlie is still blushing, and takes a minute to find her voice.

"Ye-yeah," Charlie says, a goofy grin spreading from ear to ear. Then, almost as if she's coming out of it, she gasps, grabbing her hands back from Vaggie so she can hold them to her mouth. "Wait! Wait! Is this okay? Is this something angels do? Is this allowed? Am I going to--?"

"Charlie, relax," Vaggie says, drawing Charlie's attention back to her face. Lucifer's daughter looks almost panicked, like she's just broken a terrible taboo. "There's nothing wrong with this. You're okay!"

"You mean I'm not going to be smited...? Smoted...? ...Smitten? What's the word?"

"Well, we are rather smitten with you," Emily says, leaning in to Charlie's ear again to whisper against her skin. Her breath ghosts against Charlie's flesh and she squeaks again. "But it's not a sin, if that's what you're wondering."

Charlie practically falls over in embarrassment. She's half-curled into herself by this point, trying to hide her face with her hands, unable to speak, overwhelmed that two incredibly beautiful women she's crushed on for almost a year are flirting with her.

"I don't even know how to begin to handle this," Charlie admits. Vaggie pulls her back out of her balled-up state, and brings her face back up to hers.

"It's okay. You'll figure it out. We've liked you for a really long time, you know?"

"You have?" Charlie squeaks.

Emily and Vaggie both nod in turn. "Of course," Vaggie says. "Why else do you think we're so awkward around you?"

"Oh, Satan...umm, I guess that makes sense. Can-can I kiss you again?"

"Of course, sweetie." Vaggie draws Charlie in again, hand on her flushed cheek. Vaggie melds her lips with hers, and Charlie melts for the second...no, third time that day. This time, she kisses back.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #emily hazbin hotel #ask #fan theories #chaggily #lute hazbin hotel #vaggie dated emily au

[kaylatoonz]

Movie Amy Rose Team Chaotix

What if Amy was taken in by the Chaotix in the SCU?

Context:

Amy was left on Vector’s doorstep with a bag full of rings and a note that said “Please protect her at all costs”. Since then vector has been trying to find Amy’s parents/people, though he got a bit sidetracked when he found himself taking in two more kids, Espio and Charmy. Eventually vector clues in on the possible subject who would abandon such a sweet little girl. Now he could finally confront them (or possibly clobber them), unfortunately, the last thing he expected to uncover was the brutal history between the owls, the echidnas, and the hedgehogs. With the knowledge vector had uncovered, he decided two things: he would protect her at all costs and never tell her of this history until she’s ready (or possibly never if he can). this intern caused a lot of issues between Vector and Amy since Amy wants to get involved with most of their cases to get out more.

Bonus context:

Amy is the middle child between Espio and Charmy

although Amy is not allowed to work on some of the gang cases, she does behind-the-scenes work and sometimes helps them find crucial clues

Amy has a good judgment of character. She’ll have 100% faith in their clients even if the world is against them (even if the Chaotix don't completely believe in their clients).

Amy sometimes tends to jump to conclusions when she gets excitable on the few cases she is allowed to work on (like in the murder of Sonic the Hedgehog).

Despite barely making ends meet from their cases, Amy makes sure that her family has a well-balanced meal to keep them going.

When the time comes for Amy to leave for Earth with Sonic and the gang, Amy leaves the Chaotix with a special cookbook for cooking simple delicious meals on a budget as a parting gift which they are very grateful for.

The Chaotix are overprotective with Amy so they do a background check on Sonic and his family just to be safe. They pass, though Vector still keeps a close eye on Sonic making sure he doesn’t try anything with his little girl.

#sonic movie 3 #movie amy rose #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonamy #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #procreate

[arxims]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ᵀᵂᴼ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : lot of angst, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, smut.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut?, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, walking red flag Jungkook, psychopathy, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, ex criminal lawyer Jungkook, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, extremely graphic torture.

Rating : mature

Word count : 8.2 k

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Your college experience was rather uneventful, a normal one. Your life was only marred by a minor diagnosis of schizophrenia during your childhood. Apart from that, everything seemed normal and in order. You navigated the typical student life, keeping a balance between socializing at parties and dedicating time to your Studies. You may not have been the top student in your university, But you did manage to successfully complete your college education with distinction.

Following your college years,were your years marked by darkness. It was during this time that your naivety as a young girl transitioned into naivety as a woman. Though you had matured enough to manage and tackle life's challenges, your innocence often left you vulnerable, unable to find the hidden motives concealed behind masks of morality. This pattern persisted, and you didn't even care to change this aspect of yourself.

After completing your studies, you made the decision to move to the vibrant city of Daejeon, enticed by a wonderful job opportunity that surpassed the norm for someone fresh out of college. This move gave you the freedom to embark on a journey of self-discovery, a chance to delve into all the experiences you may have missed during your childhood and teen years. It's a path many individuals take when they find themselves in control of their own destiny, a transition that involves exploration and growth. You, a young 21-year-old at that time, was put in a brand-new environment, surrounded by unfamiliar faces and a different way of life. It was the perfect setting for making perfect mistakes. And it was then that you encountered him, setting the stage for a new chapter in your life. A fucked up chapter of your life

He became your very first boyfriend, a significant milestone in your life. Given your lack of experience in romantic relationships, you allowed him to take the lead in your relationship. Because all you wanted was love - mistake number 1

After a few months together, he proposed that you move in with him, and without much hesitation, you agreed. As time passed, his behavior turned more aggressive and controlling, creating a challenging situation for you to hold on the relationship. You found yourself caught in a web of his affection, mistaking his possessiveness for love, a common misconception in such circumstances - mistake number 2

His physical abuse escalated to a point where it became unbearable and animalistic. Despite the hardships, you held on, convinced that your love for him could withstand any trial. Your cousin Jennie made efforts to intervene and help you see the reality of the situation, because she knew about him cheating on you, but your feelings for him clouded your judgment, so you didn't even give her an opportunity to explain. And you were blind, in love, for two years

“(Y/N), please listen, he's not good for you”Jennie literally begged. She couldn't bear to see her like this. It made her sympathize the fact that your boyfriend is sleeping with someone else right now

“I don't wanna listen to anything. And don't you dare talk about Woobin like that” Your eyes were blood red, index finger pointing at the woman who was the only sane person in the room. You grabbed your things and stormed out of the room. Before you leave you warned her again

“If you ever call me to pour your bullshit on me, Then don't call. Ever again” And you stormed off her apartment like that. Ready to cut off her out of your life of she ever talk shit about your ‘Lover’

The situation took a darker turn when you discovered his dark secret. He's been cheating on you and it's been almost a year. And you witnessed it. By your own eyes. All these time, You had the chance to catch on the signs he left but you simply didn't mind it cause you were.. Delusional. This revelation shattered the illusions you had been holding onto, leaving you broken into a million pieces. It was a painful realization that what you thought was love had been a mere hallucination.

In the midst of the chaos, it affected your mind in a twisted manner. A sense of violence and aggression overtook you, leading to an unexpected stay in a mental hospital. It was there that you received a major diagnosis of schizophrenia, a condition silently wreaking havoc in your mind. You never thought it would come back crippling, in a force now that you found his hallucinations even inside your cell.

“Eat up” The woman, one of the staff in the hospital, put a plate of food in front of you. You were found curled in a corner of the room, hugging your knees “Don't make me force you. Be a good one now” and she went away to serve the inhabitants of the other cells.

“Not hungry yet, (Y/N/N)?” Woobin kneeled down in front of you, looking at your lowered head. You hated that voice. To your guts.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKING ASSHOLE!” You grabbed the plate of food which sat near your feet and smashed in harshly on his head. But it was just a mere hallucination which you realized afterwards. The plate came in harsh contact with the gray cemented walls, shattering into pieces. Some injuring your hand. Crimson spread through our hands but it was nothing compared to the crimson hate boiled in your eyes.”YOU FUCKER. WHY DID YOU DO IT?” you let out the loudest scream you could let out, pulling your hair in frustration and hate. The sound brought in the male security as they witnessed you punching the wall, wrecking your knuckles, while in your eyes, it was his face you were punching. “Emergency. Cell number 97, went aggressive. I need back up”

You hated the institution and your stay there and it fueled your desire to break free. Despite enduring turbulent days, you embarked on a journey of recovery and healing that spanned over ten months, and the process was catalyzed by the unwavering support of your parents, cousins, and friends. Gradually, you removed the burden of your past off your head, reclaiming a sense of normalcy in your life. While your condition persisted, you regained the ability to navigate daily life with a newfound sense of equilibrium of mind. Without random outbreaks.

Following a year in Daejeon, the decision to move back to Seoul surfaced, offering the promise of a fresh beginning by your parents .

“Come back with us, (Y/N/N). I can't just let you stay away too far. Please. Leave the job. If you don't get another one, it's fine” Your mom put a reassuring hand on yours. Her eyes showed her worry for your wellbeing. A genuine need to protect you.

“You can move back with us.” Your father suggested, who sat opposite to you on the yellow couch.

“Yeseul and Yoojung said they missed you. They asked me when you would come to visit them again” your mom gave you a smile. Yeseul and Yoojung were your elder cousin Nayeon’s children. You were so good with kids and you loved kids. And you were the favorite relative for almost all the kids in your family “We all are here for you, My baby. I can't risk it again”

Encouraged by your parents to return to your roots for more support and proximity to family, you embraced the opportunity. Then you found yourself back in Seoul, 25 and healed, to begin a new chapter in your journey.

Looking back on the past seven months in Seoul , they seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye. With each passing day, a magnetic pull towards Jungkook became more evident. You met and hung out, not just for casual hookups, but he also made time to accompany you on your shopping spree. This simple gesture brought you immense joy and made you feel truly valued. Everything appeared to be progressing smoothly, giving you a hope that your life would be smooth from now.

As time went on, you found yourself falling deeply in love with him, willing to go to great lengths to make him happy. Your feelings for him were profound, leaving you completely enchanted by his presence, and you would do anything. For him. You were moonstruck..

Your back arched, his thrusts getting stronger with each moan he let out. "Harder... Please," you begged, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he took you to another world. Your vision started to blur, and your heart was thumping so loud, it was like a drum in your head. He was just too good, too good for you to handle.

"You want it harder, huh? Like this?" He shifted his hips in a way that hit all the right spots, making you scream in delight. No need for words with him, he could just sense what you needed. It was like he had your whole story laid out in front of him, just like your legs were wide open for him.

"Please... More... Please," you pleaded, ready to pull him close, but he knew you too well. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, using his other hand to guide your thigh onto his shoulder. He went wild, like an untamed beast. His thrusts, his rhythm, his depth - all too intense. It was almost too rough, making you wonder if anyone else could ever measure up to him.

Adding a cherry on top , Jungkook placed a firm spank on your already red asscheek, already tinged with the warmth of his previous spanks. "You can't be this hot. Oh, darling, you're truly driving me wild," he whispered as he pressed a tender kiss to your rosy lips. Moving to your neck, he showered you with affection, his gentle touch exploring your soft spots, while his other hand delicately caressed your breast as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. He was over stimulating you in all ways. Lips on your neck, finger on your nipple, member inside your hole. What else does a woman need?

He fixed his gaze on you with such intensity, his eyes piercing yours as his dick was destroying you, causing another wave of ecstasy to wash over you. Your eyes rolled back, and your body squirmed uncontrollably with the mind blinding pleasure. Your legs trembled wildly, making it look like you're possessed. Jungkook was too concentrated in observing every nuance of your expressions as he continued to thrust into you mercilessly, as orgasm washed over you, clouding your brain. It felt like a drizzle in your body. He was fucking proud of it. How he made you see stars.

Jungkook finished his masterpiece with some vigorous strokes. He turned you into a canvas, leaving you all white and messy. You were sprawled out under his divine physique, feeling like you hit the jackpot. Gasping for air, you were on cloud nine. The soft white sheets against your skin were driving him wild.

"Tired or are you still craving more?" he whispered, gently caressing your blushing cheek, probably from his not-so-gentle grip.

"I just need a quick breather," you mumbled into the plush pillow. Jungkook, being the considerate guy he is, pulled out gently, knowing you were feeling a bit tender. He dropped himself beside you, both of you catching your breath. His sweat-drenched fluffy hair clinging to his forehead. How can he be so hot? He was tempting you more. “Now, that's what I call one heck of a night.” He breathed out, staring at the ceiling in complete satisfaction written on his face, paired with a smirk.

"I love you, so much" you whispered as you rolled your body over his, feeling the warmth of his well-built frame beneath you. A soft chuckle escaped his lips in response to your affectionate gesture. Nestling your head into the crook of his neck, you peppered his skin with tender kisses. "Seriously, Koo, you have my heart in your palm" you murmured, gazing up at his face to find his eyes already fixed on yours. “Are you even listenin-” Before you could continue, he interjected

"You are too good to be true, so delicate and pure," he breathed out in a tone of reverence, his eyes filled with admiration. Pausing for a moment to absorb his words, you leaned in to resume smothering him with kisses

"Do you love me that much?" he teased, a mischievous smirk dancing on his lips, a hint of a predatory gleam in his eyes. He reveled in the power he held over you, loving the way you were utterly devoted to him. His narcissistic tendencies thrived on the adoration you showered upon him, reveling in the feeling of having you under his control like a cherished pet eager to please its master. He's obsessed with this feeling.

"You have no fucking idea, Kook," you whispered softly as you placed your head back to its resting place on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat reverberated in your ears, as clear as daylight. You found solace in the belief that it stemmed from his deep love for you. Little did you know, it was his desire for control that sent shivers down his spine. He was willing to go to great extents to keep you close, to have you be by his side. Because, in all honesty, he was too attached to you, in a way he's attached to taehyung. But the attachment he had with you was different. That he couldn't bear the thought of you being away from him. He couldn't just decipher what it was. So he simply chose to shrug it off.

Tracing delicate patterns on his chest with the gentle touch of your fingertips,you asked , “What are we actually?” Seven months and still you're left in confusion.

Jungkook, sensing your need for clarity, paused and shifted his position to draw you closer to him. His smile, though still present, carried a hint of seriousness in his expression. As he pressed his body against yours, he tenderly brushed his chin against your cheek, a gesture filled with unspoken affection.

"You mean everything to me," Jungkook's voice held a weight of sincerity as he spoke, carefully choosing his words to convey his true feelings and not to use the word love. "I want you to know that you're not just anyone to me."

In that moment, his tone shifted, revealing a deeper layer of emotion. "I truly mean it when I say you're special, like a gift from above."

Seeking confirmation, you asked softly, "So, you love me?"

A playful glint appeared in Jungkook's eyes as he responded, "Love you? No. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, even fetch the moon if you asked." Though his words may have sounded cliché, the sincerity behind them was undeniable. He'd do anything for her. She deserved to understand the depth of his feelings, to know that in his eyes, she was nothing short of perfection.

The man who found himself chained to the bed let out a muffled sound as his eyes locked onto Jungkook selecting the sharpest blade from the array of instruments neatly arranged on the nearby table. His attempts to speak were hindered by the duct tape tightly covering his mouth, rendering him unable to speak.

Jungkook, with a sinister glint in his eyes, observed the man lying helplessly on the 'torture bed' and remarked, "Well, well, well, it seems someone is eager to talk." He calculated that the current victim might survive for a week of the torment. If Jungkook is careful.

Jungkook took pleasure in the sight of the torment of his victims, relishing in the mental and physical anguish he inflicted upon them. He would methodically experiment with new forms of torture, ensuring that they experienced the excruciating agony of a slow, agonizing, and unimaginable demise that could span weeks or even months. Each one of his victims deserved every inch of pain he caused them. And if he could torture them in hell, he'll find a way there too.

The man lying helplessly on the bed was not just any ordinary victim of Jungkook's twisted desires. None of Jungkook's targets could be considered ordinary individuals. Take, for instance, Kyung Dong Nam, The current occupant of his torture bed. In his early twenties, he started in the twisted world of drug dealing, providing opiates at discounted rates to impressionable school children. Despite his initial foray into criminality, his predatory focus on exploiting the vulnerable, hormone raged youth remained unchanged. Over time, his enterprise evolved into a full-fledged criminal organization, as more lives got caught in its nefarious web. It ranged from children to grown ups. Especially youth.

Trafficking children is where Jungkook drew the line. He was sure that 50% of children who went missing last month from Seoul were under them. And Yoongi had an active mission to rescue the said vulnerable children.

Yoongi, an ex military Captain, founded a clandestine organization dedicated to dismantling criminal networks that preyed on society's most defenseless members. The Black ops Syndicate. He left his job just because he was done with this fucked up society and it prompted him to do something. This shadowy group's primary objectives included apprehending rapists, felons, mobsters, human traffickers, and drug peddlers, with a focus on safeguarding the well-being of children and women.

Occasionally, Jungkook used his skills to the cause, taking roles such as an adept interrogator or a proficient hitman in their crusade against the forces of darkness.

Jungkook mercilessly peeled off the duct tape from his mouth in a swift motion, the adhesive tugging at his skin and possibly waxing his mustache in the process. "Don't worry about that. Since you're not out of here with your heart beating, you'll be fine," he reassured the captive with a chilling calmness in his voice.

The bleeding man, struggling to speak through the pain, managed to muster up all the voice he had left to ask, "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" His eyes filled with fear and confusion as he awaited Jungkook's response.

"What I want doesn't matter. What's going to happen to you is the only thing that matters now," Jungkook replied, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his lips as he leaned in closer to the injured man, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.

"I gave you the information, now let me go," the man pleaded desperately, hoping to appeal to any sense of mercy Jungkook might possess. But Jungkook's laughter cut through the air, a maniacal sound that sent shivers down the captive's spine. It was a laugh unlike his usual one, carrying an underlying tone of menace and cruelty.

"If I let you go, then who's going to pay for your sins?" Jungkook's voice was cold and unforgiving as he gripped his tied palm, the blade hovering dangerously close to his thumb. In one swift and brutal motion, the blade came down, severing his thumb from his hand, his thumb fell on the white and bloody tiled floor. The basement's soundproof walls muffled the man's agonizing scream, sparing the neighborhood from hearing Dongnam's cries of pain.

Jungkook, unfazed by the gruesome scene before him, casually put a finger to his earlobe, savoring the sound of screams that echoed in the confined space. To him, it was a twisted melody that brought a sick satisfaction to his ears.

"You want me to inject your own urine into your veins, or is there any preference you have in mind?" Jungkook swiftly stemmed the flow of blood from his wound, preventing his prey from succumbing to excessive bleeding. After all, what joy is there in hastening his journey to hell?.The Grim Reaper can wait.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??" he bellowed, his anguished voice betraying the agony he felt as Jungkook cautiously dispensed a few drops of sulfuric acid into an eye dropper.

"I am not sure whether you know me. But. Ever heard of Shadow Reaper? Exclusively for fuckers like you. You must face me before encountering the Grim Reaper," he declared before releasing the acid into the man's eyes. The resulting scream was deafening, indicating the man's likely loss of vision. A Well deserved consequence, one might say.

In the midst of the man's agonizing screams, a faint voice called out, "Jungkook?" Startled, Jungkook turned to see Taehyung standing at the door. "New one?" Taehyung inquired, his expression betraying a sense of familiarity with the situation. Jungkook was known for bringing women to his bed and victims to the basement.

With a hint of innocence amidst his maniacal actions, Jungkook managed to muster a smile for Taehyung. Jungkook bought a new house just so that he could use the basement for murders as he knew Taehyung wouldn't want it in his home. Though he'll never admit it. "Yeah," he confirmed quietly. Despite the grim circumstances, his demeanor remained oddly serene.

“Yoongi is here” Taehyung then stepped back, making way for a figure clad in black to enter the room. The faint white light illuminated the space, revealing the gruesome scene within. The air was heavy with the stench of decayed blood, and the tiled walls only added to the macabre ambiance.

Jungkook proceeded to tape the man's mouth shut, his actions menacing as always.

Drying his hands in a towel, Jungkook carefully closed the heavy grilled door to the dimly lit room that housed the ominous-looking bed. "You know, you didn't have to come all the way down here. It smells a little," he remarked casually, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Yoongi, who had been standing in the shadows, finally cracked a smile, though Jungkook sensed an underlying tension in the air. "Isn't this just another day in the life for people like us?" he replied cryptically. Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that Yoongi's visit was about something more than just a casual catch-up.

"What made you visit this good old friend?" Jungkook quipped sarcastically, knowing that Yoongi rarely reached out unless he needed assistance with a mission. Despite their somewhat distant relationship, Jungkook considered Yoongi a good friend, someone he could always rely on for help. It was this unwavering loyalty that had initially drawn Jungkook to befriend Yoongi in the first place.

Yoongi nonchalantly shrugged as he settled into a seat on the worn, rusted metal table, where an array of weapons lay scattered. "You still sourcing guns from Hoseok?" His tone was casual, reminiscent of the way old friends catch up. "He's got the finest guns and blades, top-notch quality," Jungkook remarked, lighting a cigarette that billowed smoke, enveloping the room in a hazy fog. "So, who's the target this time?"

Locking eyes with Jungkook, Yoongi slid his hands into his pockets and revealed, "It's the youngest Kang, Kang Hajoon of Kang Industries." His voice was steady, revealing the gravity of the situation. "Involved in child trafficking, luring innocent girls with false job offers and exporting them.”

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the mention of the Kang brothers. He had always assumed they were just ordinary businessmen, going about their daily lives. The revelation that you were associated with them caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of concern. Knowing how easily you could be ensnared by their schemes, he felt a deep sense of gratitude that you had not fallen into their clutches. Determined to shield you from any harm, he vowed silently to protect you at all costs.

"Disgusting assholes," he muttered quietly, his mind racing with the possibilities of the dangers you might face. The thought of the Kang brothers potentially deceiving and drawing you into their web of lies sent a shiver down his spine.

“Last week, we were on a mission to save a group of women and kids who were about to be trafficked as sex slaves to Malaysia. Luckily, we managed to rescue them just in time before they were shipped out. You know, once they leave Korea, it's like finding a needle in a haystack trying to track them down.”

Jungkook was all ears, soaking in every word. His instincts about the messed-up state of the world were spot on. “You know what we saw? We discovered 15 girls crammed inside a container, forced to do who knows what in there. And the youngest one was only ten years old. Barely ten. It's sickening, really.” Yoongi was fuming, ready to take down those scumbags hiding behind their masks of deception.

Jungkook tightly closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Despite his reputation for cruelty and unpredictability, deep down, he held a firm belief that children were innocent beings deserving of boundless love and protection. The mere thought of harm coming to them was unbearable to him. The sole reason he became a criminal lawyer was because of how weak laws were on punishing criminals. He defended them in court and killed them at night. It was his usual method until he found yoongi and now it's easy for him to pinpoint his targets.

"And Kangs are behind all this," Yoongi muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination.

As he spoke, his gaze shifted towards the grilled door, indicating the presence of someone significant on the other side. "The younger Kang sibling may oversee the operations, but it is the elder one who wields the true power," he explained, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "The one in that room," he gestured towards the door, "is but a single cog in the machinery of their fucked up business. The Kang family plays a pivotal role in this network, a role so important that any disruption would affect them so badly."

Reflecting on his actions, Jungkook acknowledged that Dongnam, the person behind the door, was merely a small part of a larger scheme. Despite this realization, he harbored no regrets for his actions. Whether significant or not, he believed that justice had been served. However, he knew that in order to confront their boss directly, he needed to delve deeper into the realm of torture tactics. It was likely that he would soon find himself face to face with the mastermind behind it all, who would possibly be the next occupant of the dreaded torture room.

“All these years, we've been trying to find the roots. While they may not be the ultimate source, eliminating them would be likely to inject mercury into a flourishing tree," Yoongi articulated, his emotions still palpable in his words. Overflowing with his dedication to the profession he personally selected.

Curious, Jungkook allowed the extinguished cigarette to drop to the ground before crushing it beneath his boots. "What exactly is my role here?" he inquired. "Typically, I would have instructed you to put an end to Hajoon. However, in this case, I don't want him to meet his death swiftly... I want a slow, excruciating, dreadful fate for him. I want him to yearn for death every moment, and there's no one that could complete this task more perfectly than you. The Shadow Reaper himself. Naturally, the reward is yours to choose.”

“I don't do this for a reward. And I won't ask one. I'll do this one, more passionately than any murder I've done.” Jungkook mirrored Yoongi's anger as he couldn't believe that this person had been around you all this time. "However, I have one condition."

"I know," Yoongi interrupted him, already anticipating what Jungkook was about to say. "Your little girlfriend is working for him and you don't want to drag her into your mess. I have my men there. He won't even be able to harm a single hair on her head." Yoongi never made empty promises; he only guaranteed what he could deliver. If he said no one can't have a scratch on you, he meant it. And everything Yoongi said was true, except one thing - 'his girlfriend'.

“ She's not m-” Jungkook was on the verge of denying the allegation when a voice inside him, a voice that sounded exactly like his own, urged him to hold his tongue. Conflicted, he chose to remain silent. Why was it so difficult for him to deny it? Why couldn't he simply clarify that she was a special person to him, but not in a romantic sense?

As Jungkook hesitated, Yoongi leaned in, his curiosity piqued by the unfinished sentence. "You were saying something?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on Jungkook.

Shaking his head in denial, Jungkook decided to postpone this internal dilemma until after the mission. "No," he replied, his mind already preoccupied with the impending task. "But she must not be dragged into any of this. All I ask is that she should not be involved, and I will do my best to convince her to resign so she can avoid all this.”

“ So. Is that a deal?”

"How's it going with Jungkook?" Jennie inquired, her voice filled with curiosity as you both examined the designed invitation letters. It had been two years since Jennie had started a fulfilling relationship with her boyfriend, Kai. Now, as they were on the brink of tying the knot after two weeks, you found yourself by her side, helping in the wedding preparations. Your impeccable sense of style has earned you the role of her trusted shopping companion.

"It's all smooth. It's just perfect," you replied with a contented smile, your eyes scanning the elegant designs before you.

Jennie playfully nudged your arm and teased, "So, are we going to be planning another wedding soon after mine?”

“It's only been seven months, Nini. You still have a long way to go." You chuckled at her remark, shaking your head in disbelief at the thought of your cousin sister getting married.

As you continued to sift through the various invitation designs, your eyes lit up with admiration. "Oh, this one's a banger. The brown, beige, and gold combination. Totally gives off your vibes," you remarked, your enthusiasm evident.

You then turned your attention to another design, pointing out, "Or look at this one." Jennie watched you with a fond smile, appreciating your eye for detail and creativity. To her, you would always be her cherished little one, and she hoped you would always stay in your joyful and carefree spirit.

"Stay happy, (Y/N). Always," she whispered softly, a sentiment of love and warmth in her words.

After selecting the perfect wedding card, you and Jennie gathered with your close-knit group of friends for a delightful reunion at Jennie's cozy apartment.

Sana took a leisurely sip of her beer before initiating the conversation. "Now that all the girls are here, let's talk about something girly."

Intrigued, Soyeon joined in, "Speaking of girly, has anyone seen the latest 'Barbie' movie? I thought it was all about pink. But it was deep"

Joy chuckled at Soyeon's comment, clarifying, "That's not what Sana meant when she said 'girly,' Soyeonie” . Soyeon always bring a bold perspective to our discussions.

Unfazed, Soyeon playfully flipped her hair and declared, "Hey, just call me S.Y from now on."

Jennie, balancing a tray filled with chips and champagne, joined the conversation, remarking, "S.Y? ."

With a smirk, Soyeon explained, "It just came to me, but it suits me, doesn't it?"

Before the conversation could continue, you interjected, holding up a sample wedding card for everyone to see. "Check out this. My pick”.

“ Oh, wow, (Y/N), this is seriously cool!” Sana's eyes were practically sparkling when she took the card from you. She's all about those aesthetically pleasing vibes. "Brown, beige, and gold? Love it!"

Joy leaned in to get a closer look. "Looks like (Y/N) is the go-to for wedding shopping, huh? I'm definitely booking you for my big day," she declared, pouring herself a glass of champagne. "Count me in too," Sana chimed in.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and all the ladies in the room knew exactly who it was. "I'll get the door," Jennie said as she swiftly got up from her seat.

"Yeji, fashionably late as always," Jennie teased as Yeji walked in. "Sorry, Eonnie. Traffic was a nightmare," Yeji, the youngest in the group, explained. Sana couldn't contain her excitement and immediately hugged Yeji, calling "Yeji bear."

Soyeon couldn't resist chiming in, "So Yeji! Got a man in your life yet?"

“Oh there's tea to spill!!!” Yeji wasted no time and threw her bag on the couch, ready to spill the details.

“You know, when I got this job in this new hospital. I joined in and I met this guy. He's a doctor there. A pediatrician. Ahh. He's soo good with kids..i'm down .. And I was put in the pediatric ward for a while and I couldn't stop crushing on him. Kids love him and so do I? Then we became friends. And he asked me out… we went on a date.. That was the best date I had. Ahh” Yeji said in one breath and she had more to say than that.

“Breathe, Yeji. We're not going anywhere” Joy looked at the panting yeji

“Yeji got a man.. Can you believe it?” You chuckled “So did you?'' Yeji replied back. Ah. About Jungkook.. You only mentioned his name…

"Oh, yes, speaking of dates,I'm seeing someone too" Soyeon began, her voice laced with a hint of excitement as she casually tilted her champagne glass before taking a delicate sip.

The room fell into a momentary silence, broken by a unison exclamation of "WHAT???" from all the girls as they turned their heads in to face Soyeon. Did she just drop a bomb without a countdown?. Jennie, with a playful glint in her eye, couldn't resist a teasing remark, "I was starting to think you were a lesbian, honestly."

Sana, ever the lively one, couldn't contain her joy as she clapped her hands, "Even Soyeon is off the market now! Looks like everyone's got a man, huh?” Sana and Joy were already taken, Jennie was on her way to the altar, and the rest were happily dating.

The attention of the group suddenly shifted to one person - you.

Joy leaned in, her eyes filled with curiosity as she. Joy was all ears,like she was about to hear the juiciest gossip of the century.

"What about you, (Y/N/N)? How was the date with Jungkook?"

You hesitated, pondering the question. The truth was, there wasn't much to share about a date because Jungkook hadn't taken you on a proper one yet. "Um... Well," you began slowly, recalling the moments spent with "Um, well, he did take me bike riding a bunch of times. It was honestly so thrilling, like the wind in your hair, the adrenaline ru-"

Soyeon interjected, bringing the conversation back on track. "No, no, she's asking about the date, not the bike rides. But hey, bike riding is pretty fun too, right? I love bike rides," she said, sinking back into her bean bag. And then it hits you - Jungkook hasn't even dropped the L-word yet, let alone planned a romantic dinner or something.

"Is it weird that we haven't had an official date yet?" you ponder out loud, wondering if you're missing out on something special.

The night enveloped the surroundings in a serene and peaceful atmosphere. The full moon, partially obscured by dark clouds, cast a soft glow, while distant rumbling sounds echoed from above. The moonlight gently illuminated the wet path, creating a shimmering effect that reminded you of an endless ocean of light.

Jungkook has been your companion for chilly late-night walks for over seven months now. Before meeting him, you used to wander alone at night. However, with him by your side, the experience felt a hundred times more enjoyable and secure. He had a fondness for night strolls with you, walking closely together, his bicep occasionally brushing against your arm.

“I always miss you when I'm at work, you know,” You confessed, breaking the comfortable silence and earning a glance from Jungkook. “Then I'll wait outside your building the whole day,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging. “Or you can just resign.” He shrugged. But you didn't know how much he wanted you to resign from Kangs.

"Quit my job and become a stay-at-home partner? Seriously?” you questioned, a hint of surprise in your voice as you paused "If you want to stay home, go for it. Just move in with me.” He dropped it off so casually

Your steps stopped. Did he just suggest that you move in with him? Jungkook halted beside you, his gaze lingering on you as if you were a vision of perfection in his eyes, even in your simple outfit.

"I'll take care of you," he murmured, his voice as soft as moonlight, exuding a sense of tranquility and depth that enveloped you in a serene aura.

"Sure, two unemployed lovebirds cohabitating” you interjected, breaking the moment, sensing that if you allowed him to continue, the conversation would go into a different direction. "You think I don't have a job?" he challenged before placing a comforting hand on the small of your back.

"Alright, what do you do then?"

"You swore you wouldn't ask, remember?" He replied, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"Well, as long as I don't know, I'll just assume you're on a permanent vacation."

Jungkook couldn't help but release a soft chuckle at your persistence. His laughter was infectious, causing you to join in without hesitation. "What about starting a law firm? I could work under you," you suggested with a grin.

"I thought you already worked 'under' me, on my bed," he quipped, a mischievous smirk spreading across his handsome face. Your smile faltered, a wave of memories flooding your mind. "Jungkook..." you whispered, caught off guard.

"What? Did I hit the nail on the head?" he raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. You knew he was right. Spot on. And that realization was the cause of your cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Jungkook chuckled softly, appreciating your efforts to maintain a facade of toughness.

"Why haven't we gone to a nice dinner spot yet?" The question your friends brought up earlier was still on your mind.

"Huh?" Jungkook played dumb, acting like he didn't catch what you said.

"Come on, why no dinner date yet? You always find an excuse!"

You repeated, hands on your hips in that classic confrontational stance.

"I never saw the need to do the whole fancy dinner with candles and all that jazz. Isn't just hanging out like this way more fun? Plus, you love our midnight adventures." Jungkook took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to change the subject.

"But a chill dinner date wouldn't kill us either, right? Do you even care about ‘us’?" You raised an eyebrow, calling him out on avoiding the D-word.

“You only need a hard fuck to forget about a date. You want that? Or any other.. Preferences?” What the fuck? You elbowed him but did he stop? No.

“Or you want it slow. Vanilla?”

"Stop it," you said firmly, holding his gaze.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you want me to stop," he replied, his voice low and deep, sending an unexpected shiver through you.

You looked up at him, taken aback. "What's gotten into you?" You had never seen this intensity from him before. He was usually so laid back and cool, but now it was like some new, aggressive incubi had taken hold of him.

“What's got into me? Oh (Y/N/N)” He let out a chuckle, poking his tongue on his cheek “I can fuck you into this pavement right now, if I want to, (Y/N). I'm choosing not to cause I care about you and your preference and here you are doubting your significance to me” He looked down at your face. You were already looking at him.

It was a common custom for you two to have staring contests. You even met him like that.

As a sprinkle on the top, the cloud started pouring. Not so strong but not so gentle, soaking you both. You both starred in the eye for a moment.

“Fuck this” Jungkook huffed, crashing his lips onto yours grabbing your head to draw your more closer to his lips, wrapping you in his strong embrace. Rainwater flowed down your faces, blending with your salivas which were exchanged

You pulled back slightly, needing a moment to catch your breath amid the storm brewing between you two. With raindrops glistening on your skin, you managed to ask the question burning through the tension - "Be honest...what do you actually feel for me?"

His gaze met yours, eyes holding a softness typically reserved just for you. "You want me to tell you?" he replied, voice tender yet tinged with longing. "You're so incredibly special to me...I can't even put into words what draws me to you, but it goes far beyond just physical traits. There's something about your essence that drives me crazy."

The rain continued cascading around you both, dripping from his tousled hair, tracing down his chin. Yet neither made a move to seek shelter. If anything, the gentle downpour only heightened the intimacy of this vulnerable moment between you. "I want you to stay with me, always..." he confessed, the hushed words hanging pregnant in the rain-kissed air.

“After my hyung, you're the first person who made me feel this urge to stay..” His eyes.. It showed how genuine he was. “You think I'm the kind of person who hangs out frequently. Or a person who likes company? No. You made me like this. And this side is reserved for you”The downpour was strong like the love you poured on him. He leaned his head more towards you “Do you understand?”

You were lost there. Even the middle of the road felt like a void. Just You him and the rain that soaked you both. Damn he looks hotter with that white t-shirt sticking to his abs. But his words were more hot. “I do,” You whispered, knowing that this night would forever be etched in your mind

He clasped one of your hand, tugging you more into him“Let's just get out of here, then"

Your hair was still freshly wet. Your skin still had droplets of the rain that was pouring outside the house. But none of them bothered him, as he embraced your bare form into his. Laying sidewise, facing you, he buried his head into your ample bosom, sucking them like it's his last meal. His wet strands tickled your chest. In a hot way. His right hand tightly gripped your thigh, holding it around his perfect waist, leaving an imprint on your thigh that will remind you of him. He slid his other arm around your shoulder, for more access, his hunger increasing every second. His grip left your thigh as it slid down to your femininity. Teasing your clit for a while, soaking in the dirty sounds you made, he slipped his two fingers inside, curling them in a swift motion.

You on the other hand, had your head thrown back, and your fingers disappeared into his wet strands, tugging them more as he sucked more harshly. Your back, arching at every curl of his finger. Each of his nibbles and bites paired with his fingers moving in animalistic pace inside you, send a kind of feeling which travels until the tip of your toe, leaving you the only option to curl them.

The arousal which was boiling inside you, fumed and came out of you in the form of moans. Dirty and loud. You silently thanked him for taking you to his house and not his shared ones. Detaching his head from your breasts, after overstimulating them to the final limit, he shifted his focus to his fingers. “It's here, huh?” He curled his fingers right at your sweet spot, stimulating you to the utter point. “There.. Right there” You had your eyes closed tightly. The pleasure was so much that you might get blind if you open your eyes.

Jungkook always asks for your opinion in everything that includes you. Especially sex and you're used to sharing your likes and opinions even though it took you a while to get used to it. Your thighs shook vigorously at the intensity of his finger thrusts, you unintentionally clenched, indicating him of your first orgasm of the night. The moment he got the message, he pulled his fingers out, which were now coated with your slick. A whimper of displease left you, which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“That's not the plan for tonight” He teased his member on your clit, soaking your clit in his arousal. Your eyes closed again. He's not like the usual self tonight. He usually had a feral sex drive, not soft and caring like this . Maybe he has something on his mind and you were down to do what he pleased. He slowly slid himself into you, penetrating you inch by inch, in contrast to his usual method of sliding in. your toes curled in the sensation, feeling him fill you completely. A soft and moan left your lips which was purely out of pleasure with no hint of pain . He stilled his hips when he was completely inside you. He was treating you like a fragile delicate flower. His daisy .“I'm gonna make you feel every inch of pleasure” His lips met your forehead then both cheeks and then your lips, leaving smooth kisses heightening the intimacy. The air in the room was melting you. Or maybe it's his… Love. “Every kind of pleasure, My little daisy,” He put the misplaced wet hair strand which was falling on your face to the back of your ear, before pressing another long kiss on your forehead. You couldn't help but feel the heat of his feeling. You never had a sexual experience comparable to this one. Prior to him, you never even felt what actual pleasure felt like. And being cherished by a man was better than you imagined.

Hajoon glanced up from his laptop, his eyes met the figure of his obedient and punctual assistant, Park Jimin, who stood meekly in front of him. "Did you send the files for the Hwangs company?" he inquired, his voice calm yet authoritative. Jimin nodded in response, a gesture of affirmation that did not go unnoticed by his observant boss.

"Good," Hajoon acknowledged, a hint of irritation in his tone. He acknowledged Jimin's dedication, noting the extra hours he had put in that evening. Glancing up at the clock."It's okay, Mr. Kang," a small smile graced Jimin's lips in response to his boss’s rude demeanor.

Hajoon, in a rush, urged Jimin to leave so that he could resume his ‘Jerking off’ which includes child nudity.

Hajoon, displaying his impatience, rolled his eyes dismissively. "Don't roam around here thinking I'll pay you extra, you signed up for this" he bluntly remarked. Known for his sharp tongue and lack of restraint, Hajoon's words were capable of making an impatient man get the urge to break his nose bridge. But Jimin's expression remained unchanged, his smile even widening in response.

"Why are you smiling like a fool?" Hajoon's voice grew louder, devoid of any hint of empathy, even towards his secretary of three years. "Is there something you find funny?" he hissed

Jimin approached him slowly, until he stood directly in front of Hajoon's chair. With a casual air, he perched himself on the edge of the desk. "I was just thinking how are you gonna survive the coming days" he remarked coolly.

Hajoon had had enough of Jimin's rude behavior. "I'll be fine, just get lost and sort out my next schedule," he snapped.

Jimin, with a slight tilt of his head, responded, "Oh, it's already planned." A mischievous smile played on his plump lips as he casually pulled out a gun and aimed it at Hajoon's forehead. "You have a meeting scheduled with the Reaper," he announced, his tone chilling. Removing his fake glasses, Jimin adopted a false apologetic expression, causing Hajoon's breath to catch in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "Jimin? What on earth is going on?" Hajoon instinctively raised his hands in a gesture of surrender as Jimin's fingers lingered on the safety of the gun.

"It's Agent Park, Black Ops Syndicate,"

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ : @looneybleus @ttanniett

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #bts fic #fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts #bts army #bts jungkook #yoongi

[rocicrew]

#the expanse #theexpanseedit #naomi nagata #klaes ashford #marco inaros #mine : gifs. #i am unable to stop making naomi gifsets that hit me right in the feels #she tried sm to do that #even with marco in her youth #she wanted to change things - for the better - #but every attempt ended up being weaponized #her code #giving the protomolecule as a bargaining chip and that ending up in marco's and later duarte's hands #(not that i think she's responsible for it bc fred had the sample for years - it was his responsibility at that point) #and nearly tearing up the new family she found #her work on the behemoth - rlly wanting and needing to be a part of the belt's step forward - #and seeing that ship be used as a weapon to fire to the people she loves #(i tried to find another way but there isn't) #and she's left in this in between of wanting to be involved wanting to take action for the better and fearing the cost #because it has always been the same cost #she even thinks she killed filip for the greater good #and that's i think where she gets misunderstood #at least in the terms of loyalty #because she's not really selfish nor truly disloyal #it's just that her loyalty doesn't come without questioning (not to a nation not to even a person) #because blind loyalty led her to the worse outcome

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya’s body temperature is constantly running cold, more than even the average Cryo user’s body. It’s partially because of his own anxiety constantly thrumming through him and making his Vision act up some, but also because he’s come to really dislike warmer temperatures and will do whatever to ensure he doesn’t feel them.

#hc; kaeya #//Only ever shifts his temperature back to a more regular one when 1) Klee tries to warm him up #//Bc she hugged him or held his hand and got reminded of how cold he constantly was #//And begged him to let her use her Vision so he wouldn’t become a Kaeya-popsicle #//He IMMEDIATELY chills his temperature the moment she’s taken off his hands; no matter how uncomfortable it is to make the sudden shift #//Or 2) Addie happened to notice and started chiding at him to warm up; esp if she heaps up blankets onto him. Esp considering how he’d bee #//after Diluc left; freezing damn near everything. Kae knows he can never say no to her; feels bad making her fret abt him so much #//But also bc he’s mildly terrified she’ll get Diluc involved if he refuses/doesnt warm up on her terms #//And the LAST thing he wants is Diluc using his Vision anywhere NEAR him outside a battle where he can be distracted from it #//Its just a visceral reaction he has; would just end up making himself colder in the process of counteracting it #//And possibly give Diluc Hella frostbite too. Which he RLLY doesn’t need to add to the grievances Luc has in him #//There is also 3) his significant other complains he’s too cold #//He hates having to hear it bc he’s either torn between forgoing physical contact w them for a bit #//Or having to warm up so they can be cozier; he really doesn’t like Either option #//Tends to do the latter w/out being told after the first time; won’t actively complain; but he does feel uneasy making the shift for them #//They just better make sure to hug him extra tight in that case; to help take his mind off it all #//He’ll be okay with a nice middle ground of either easing up the coldness to a Certain degree and/or blanket buffers btw him & his s/o tho

[bravesaboteur]

The more I think about it, the more Laios and Falin's different perceptions of their parents are a case of "same parents, different childhood".

Whenever someone asks Laios about his and Falin's family, he comments on how they treated Falin but never comments about how how their childhood affected him - in fact, he kind of glosses over it. It's Falin that everyone is rallying to save, it's Falin that's Marcille's friend, it's Falin that everyone has a positive opinion of - he's just the weirdo brother that gets to share some of her light sometimes. He's the one who's only tolerated when he's useful in a dungeon. Falin's treatment is a large part of the reason that he left, but it's the symptom of a larger issue.

When we see Laios' thoughts of his parents in his nightmares, it's all about the expectations that he's supposed to live up to: the expectation to stop being "childish", the expectation to get married (to who his parents picked) and have children, the expectation to take over from his father as the village chief, the expectation to adapt to something that he isn't able to be in the way that people want him to. And these are all things that he has had to be told in some way: he had to be told that Shuro didn't like him, he had to be told that told that the gold-peelers were taking advantage of him - these aren't thoughts that just appeared on their own, these are all failures that someone has explicitly pointed out to him and they haunt him. Some of the things he considers his biggest failures are his failure to provide for and protect Falin and those have very tangible examples he can point to.

We get a glimpse of what happens when he fails to live up to his father's expectations when Falin is born. He expects a certain reaction from Laios and when he fails to give that reaction he physically puts him down, dismisses him, and underestimates how much he understands.

And that's something that's shown to be a bit of a sore point for him - people thinking that he doesn't understand something because he doesn't express himself like people expect. The few times we see him snap at people are because people think he isn't understanding something because he isn't reacting "normally".

On Falin's side, the expectations seem to be a lot different - she's the younger one, for one, she's a girl, and she was so young when the fallout from her having magic happened. She too had an arranged engagement, but that was broken off when she was sent away to magic school and since then, their parents only seem to be passively involved in her life. She's mostly been freed of the expectations that their parents had for her in her village - she won't be coming back after all. She understands why they sent her away, she wasn't completely oblivious to the villagers treatment of her and it was, arguably, for the best so she is at peace with what their relationship is for now. But she still wants to go to her hometown and see for herself with adult eyes because she has never really had the space to do that.

I don't think their parents are inherently evil people - the truth is probably somewhere between Laios and Falin's version of the story, Laios' side tinged by too much cynicism and Falin's by too much naivete.

It just strikes me that when he tried to provide the "normal" way he failed, but given the space to do something similar to what people expected of him, but in his own way, he succeeded. He isn't perfect but his efforts are ultimately fruitful and he is able to carve out a place for himself, Falin, and others who had been ostracized like them to call home.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dunmeshi analysis #laios touden #falin touden #i have a lot of touden feelings #i'm not letting mama and papa touden off the hook that easy #dunmeshi spoilers

[fishtank32]

Some old oc drawings

#my ocs #purple haired girl (lizzie) is the girl with googles big sister btw #i plan to post more ocs in a few days or so but i just wanted to show what i already have #red haired guy is francis. my buddy my guy #quick fire lore: theres a world parallel to ours that overlaps #these overlaps create gates between the two worlds. the other world saw what we were doing during the colonial period and was like #'fuck that im out' and collectively decided to prohibit travel between worlds and to protect the secret of the second world #oftentimes people from our world would accidentally wonder into theirs and so. a group called the timekeepers was created to manage the flow #between the 1st and 2nd world while also maintaining their secret #this organization is seen as like a second government all over the world. except for this island called Alcester #where lizzie and francis live. theres another group from Alcesters government (knights) that basically do what the tks do but. Worse #they also hunt tks but yk how it is. #lizzies dad is a politician with heavy involvement with the knights. so out of a moral superiority complex she runs away to join the tks #but it backfires. news of his second child running away jeopardizes his career and he starts spending more and more time at the office #after some time he loses focus and has a consensual workplace relationship. the news of two kids on the run and then her husbands affair #sends lizzie (15 atp) s mom over the edge. falls into a depression so terrible shes unable to take care of agnes (13 atp) #eventually her mom commits suicide and after having to let go all of the house servants and having dad at work all the time. #agnes is left alone with her mothers corpse for months on end #barely holding herself together agnes sets out to go find lizzie. only to find out theres a giant bounty on her sisters head. #why? well #while running away lizzie took a carriage. shes rich after all. you expect her to walk? and the carriage got robbed. #the drivers dead shot and its just her and the other guy. she tricks the guy into getting close to her. taking the gun and shooting him #she runs off and leaves the guy to bleed in the rain. turns out? it was a local crime boss's estranged son #so anyways. agnes meets this bounty hunter. rayde. who promises to help find her sister and hoodwink the old crime boss #she joins his little ragtag team of bounty hunters but oh! turns out hes terribly manipulative and cruel! #ill give you raydes story when i post his ref (he is the most cringefail loser man ive ever constructed) #and francis! red guy. his moms from alcester dads from italy. the biggest multi dimensional custody battle youve ever seen. #he was raised in and around the timekeeper's

[longing-for-the-past-times]

The four times you fell asleep on Ghost and the one time Ghost fell asleep on you - one.

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

word count: 2,542

synopsis: Throughout your time as a Task Force 141 operator, you fell asleep on your Lieutenant in random circumstances. What happens when he is the one to fall asleep on you?

notes: hope you enjoy this, it was initially meant to be max 500 words but I got carried away reader's callsign is Bambi (she/her)

find it on ao3 part one part two part three part four part five

masterlist

one.

In hindsight, the day shouldn't have been so draining; it had been an average day spent on base, involving physical training, shooting, and paperwork. You had endured much worse during missions where you could barely get some shut-eye between watches, but that was not the case.

The problem, the literal root of your heartaches was a cat, your sister's cat. You had been more than happy to take care of it when she so kindly asked under the pretence of having to spend a few nights out of town. You had been even happier when you went shopping for cat supplies with her - perhaps excited at the thought of having a furry cuddling partner. And you intentionally kept it a secret from your teammates, scared that they would drop by uninvited to help you take care of it when all you wanted was the creature's undivided attention.

The previous day, the first day she'd spent under your care was perfect: she, for the cat was a female, spent hours cuddled up on the couch, sleeping like there was no tomorrow. But when the night came, the little beast came to life. Scratch that, beast was an understatement - it was the spawn of Satan that had been racing through your bedroom, jumping on the windows, and left hanging on the curtains. The demon that kept butting his head against your door, and that launched violent attacks against your blanket until your alarm rang.

So that was why the plain day at the base was more draining than it should have been. You went on with training, the shooting session was average, and the paperwork had you dozing on your desk. Letting out a small sigh, you forced your eyes to stay open as you scanned the last mission’s report for any grammatical mistakes- which proved to be a tedious task, especially because you’d eaten not too long ago and your eyes became heavier each breath.

At the sound of another yawn, Ghost lifted his head from his own paperwork, glancing in your direction. He noticed with a frown your exhausted face and the way you blearily rubbed your eyes in an attempt to make the sleep go away. What was that kept you up last night? Or should he ask- who? He quickly shook his head at the thought, discarding it like a crumpled piece of paper thrown in the bin. He’d known you long enough to notice your mood shifts and he would know, he had to know, if you started seeing someone. Not that he had something against it - he wouldn’t be the one to pry into your personal life like that. After all, it was Johnny’s job who, in turn, would share the information with him.

But that did not mean he could not try to ensure you felt good enough in his presence - the team’s presence - to not feel the need of finding another someone. After all, it would only get you distracted and unprepared for the missions to come.

His reasoning was sound in his head, and when he saw you had given up, propping your head against a stack of papers while mindlessly glaring at your extended hand, he got up from his desk. He made sure the screeching of the chair was loud enough to alert you something was going on, and he suppressed a grimace under his mask when he saw you slowly turn to face him, eyes glossy with sleep. At that moment, glancing at you, he thought you were the perfect embodiment of the expression: no thoughts, head empty, and, as much as it amused him, he knew he had at least to get you out of the office.

"Come on, let's go."

Scrunching your eyes before blinking, you looked up at his massive figure that was currently towering above your desk. If you'd been more alert, you would have noticed a small sparkle in his eyes, but your efforts were put into battling off the waves of sleep that just kept coming. Your mind could not form a coherent thought: what was the time, did the lieutenant finish his paperwork already, where did he want to go-

The internal questions continued and you ended up yawning loudly again, closing your eyes for a couple of minutes. You just needed to rest them for a while and then you'd be fresh, prime, and proper to finish your day on base. Yet your brief rest was interrupted when you heard, or rather, felt, a hot breath across your face. As you opened your eyes, you realized Ghost had crouched down in front of your desk, his masked face being centimetres apart from yours. His eyes still had that tiny sparkle you noticed this time, and involuntarily you began staring at his amber orbs and blonde eyelashes. Countless times you studied his eyes fervently, trying to get a glimpse of the man behind the mask - so much that you began to be aware of every crease and crinkle that would form around them, depending on his mood. At the time being, there seemed to be no such lines, or perhaps you were too tired to actually notice them-

"You can finish this report tomorrow, Sergeant. Let's go!"

He gently nudged you with his arm, waiting for any reaction. When he didn't receive one, he rolled his eyes and groaned, he actually groaned, which made you perk your ears in disbelief:

"I'm up, I'm up!", you shot up and out of the chair, too surprised by his loud reaction. But you couldn't see his face anymore as he was already heading towards the door, back turned to you, left hand silently gesturing you to follow.

The walk to the lounging area was silent, with Simon walking in front and you trailing dutifully behind him. The silence was not uncomfortable though, which was not unusual: he was one of the very few people with whom you could sit in a room for hours and don't feel the need to fill the space with words. There was no explanation for it; it all came naturally and you were smart enough not to question it, knowing that the lieutenant could be difficult with people when he wanted to.

"Look who decided to show up! Ghost, Bambi - how kind of you to join us!"

You shook your head at Soap’s loud greeting, trying your best to hide your smile as you plopped down on the sofa, next to Ghost. Captain Price was already seated in his designated armchair, leafing through what seemed to be a handbook, while Gaz was lounging on the other sofa, next to Soap. As usual, other members of the task force would come and go, bidding silent greetings, and at that moment, the comfort and familiarity of the atmosphere made you sigh softly as you propped your head on your hand while leaning against the armrest.

"Sleepless night, Y/N?"

Price did not look up from his book as he asked the question, but you knew he must have been watching you throughout the day, taking note of the sleepy state you'd often found yourself in. You also knew that he would have stepped in the moment he considered you pushed yourself too far, but for the time being, you were just satisfied that you managed to get through the day.

"Who's keeping you up at night, Bambi?", Soap quickly chimed in, a signature smirk plastered on his face. A smirk that widened even more when he noticed Ghost rolling his eyes, next to you. "Is there someone we should know about?"

"You're shameless, Johnny", you spat back at him, straightening yourself in an attempt to seem more collected. "...and even if there was someone, you think I'd throw them to the wolves?"

Gaz chuckled loudly at the remark, while Price was trying to hide his grin behind the pages. At that moment, Simon was glad the balaclava was hiding his features - the smirk he was sporting could rival Soap's.

"My sister left town for a couple of days", you eventually resumed, running a hand through your hair, "and asked me to take care of her cat-"

As expected, protests and offended remarks could be heard from both Soap and Gaz, the men demanding why they were not told of this earlier. They could have helped-

"The only help I'd get from you would consist of you two laying to sleep with her on the couch. But here's the catch, the beast only sleeps in the daytime - but when the night comes, she transforms into this dark demon which runs around the house and attacks my feet when I try to sleep!"

"Never had a cat before, Y/N? When you were a kid?"

You shook your head at Price's question, frowning when you notice his sympathetic expression:

"You need to keep them busy throughout the day, and then leave enough food for them at night. As a last resort, locking them in the bathroom is a good solution, but you need to first remove everything from the shelves."

"Or we could come in and babysit the baby!", Gaz kept pushing, an innocent smile gracing his features. "Sure, you had a rough night, but how hard can it possibly be, to take care of a creature whose routine mainly consists of eating and sleeping?"

"Well, it's only three more days. I'll manage somehow..."

As the conversation shifted to another topic you were too tired to understand fully, you laid your head against the wall, letting your body sink into the couch. There it was again, that soft hum that lulled you to sleep- not that you would actually fall asleep in the lounging area. No, you would just rest your eyes for a couple of minutes, before heading towards your car and riding back home to the little creature that must have been expecting you.

***

At first, Ghost did not seem to notice the shift of weight on his right arm. He was too busy scrolling on his phone, searching for articles about cats and their nocturnal habits. It wasn't until the room was too quiet for his liking that he looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting Soap's as his teammate was silently pointing to his right - in your direction.

He slowly turned his head towards you, his eyes widening almost comically behind his mask. You were the dead weight on his shoulder, soundly asleep, your left cheek squished against his arm. Of all the days, it was that specific day that he opted for a plain black t-shirt after training, and he was definitely overthinking his choice. Your skin felt soft and warm against his, enough to short-wire all the working circuits in his brain, prompting him to freeze and stare at you. The complete implications of this gesture would hit him later, when he would be lying in bed, unable to sleep, but for the time being, he could solely focus on the facts at hand: you were there, next to him, leaning against him, sleeping peacefully.

And he only wanted to keep an eye on you and kill anyone who had the slightest intention of waking you up.

"Where's that camera when you need it!", Soap quietly grumbled as he got up and started fumbling on one of the shelves, ignoring the daggers Ghost was shooting at him through his eyes.

"Top shelf, Soap - you put it there the last time you used it!", Price whispered with a sigh of mild frustration.

"Guys, be quiet, let the girl get some rest!", Gaz hissed as well before Soap joined him back on the couch, a dusty Polaroid camera in his hands:

"Alright, this one's for the books! Come on, give us a big smile, L.T.!"

He might have been unable to move, but his gaze spoke volumes- a true death glare though and through, quickly captured by Soap through the lenses and printed on the small Polaroid photo sheet. Gaz leaned over Soap's shoulder to see the result and even Price scooted his armchair a bit closer, a small grin dancing his lips. The picture was proudly placed on the wooden panel, next to one depicting the Captain sleeping just as soundly in the very same armchair he was currently sitting in. And in the meantime, Ghost could only feign indifference, letting his signature eye roll showcase his opinion about the situation.

He could not explain, could not even place a finger on or identify the warm and comforting sensation he was feeling in his chest. He was so used to the cold and dull feeling that had taken residence in there- yet there it was, a glimmer of hope, a ray of sun on a cold autumn day.

You felt safe in his presence, safe enough to put yourself in a vulnerable position in his proximity.

And he would do anything to keep things that way.

***

Bonus scene:

Letting out a small whimper, you stretched your limbs while keeping your eyes closed. You could not figure out how you got home or why your pillow was sporting a distinct smell of cigarette smoke, sweat and cologne, but your semi-conscious mind was too busy keeping you asleep that you did not seem to care.

Wait...

That scent was familiar. You were in its presence on an almost daily basis that you could tell it in your sleep. Well, not literally, considering that your mind was still trying to piece it out- why was your pillow smelling like Ghost?

You jerked yourself awake with a start, your groggy mind taking a couple of moments to process the fact that you were actually not in your bed, but in the lounging room at the base. And your pillow was not really your pillow, but actually, Ghost's shoulder and your cheek was fully squished against it.

"Look who's up, Sleeping Beauty herself..."

From your current position, his voice felt like a deep rumble, vibrating through your body and resonating in your bones in an unsettling manner. With a herculean effort, you managed to prop yourself against the other side of the couch, blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes. A faint blush spread across your cheeks, warmth radiating through your face as embarrassment tinged your features. It took all you had not to cover your face in your hands.

"I’m so sorry, L.T. - I really didn’t mean to-" "It’s alright, Bambi. No harm done."

The lack of your weight against him made him feel empty in a way he struggled to define. He tried to brush it away by rising from the couch and making a show of rolling his shoulder in front of you, calmly watching your embarrassed figure through his thick eyelashes. Your cheeks were already sporting an uncharacteristic rosy hue and your renowned doe eyes were widened, a glimmer of sheepishness and self-consciousness reflecting in them. He would never admit it to anyone, but he secretly adored the fact that he was one of the few people who could coax such a reaction from you.

"Although next time you might want to do it in a room without Soap. It’s likely that the entire base will learn of it by tomorrow."

A/N: wrote this on a whim, not proofread so it may contain grammatical errors (and more) updates won't be regular as I'm a college student with a full-time job

Hope you enjoyed it :)

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[buckyalpine]

Soft subby reader jealous stroking bucky

CEO Bucky x Jealous Secretary reader - slutty thot - making dom Bucky a needy slut for you.

Imagine being the soft, quiet little secretary of the very handsome James Barnes. What started off as a professional relationship quickly turned into something else once the sun had set and everyone left the office. No one know about the way he love the toy with your body to his liking, about how well you responded to him once the doors were locked.

James Barnes who had to stuff his tie in your mouth to keep your moans quiet, shoving his fingers deep down your throat while he railed you with his cock. His warm tongue would lick up your tears while you milked him dry with your needy, tight cunt. No one would ever guess such a shy little quiet thing would be a cockdrunk bunny on the inside, practically humping yourself on his thigh once his meetings were over, drooling and nursing off his cock under his desk when he was on calls.

****

You took another long sip from your drink, watching a red head trace a long, sharp manicured nail up Bucky's chest, giving him a flirty smile which he smirked back to. She was a prospective investor, one of the few people on the VIP list in attendance for the yearly company gala. Bucky threw her a charming laugh, clinking his glass with hers to something she said, the red head now resting her hand higher, stroking the expensive fabric of his suit.

This was the James Barnes who would pick you up from your desk and throw you over his shoulder when things didn't go his way, fucking his frustrations out with his hand slapped over your mouth, jaw clenched with his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust. James Barnes who would fill you up with so much cum, it would drip and make a mess on your skirt, making it impossible to stand up once he plopped you back onto your chair. James Barnes who loves what a secret little slut his secretary is. Such a quiet, sweet kitten who was too innocent for her own good.

The very James Barnes everyone wants and he damn well knows it.

And loves it.

So here he was, biting his lip and cocking his brow suggestively while the woman stood tall with poise, leaning over to whisper in his ear, making your cheeks grow hotter with each passing minute. You weren't aware making business deals with new partners involved wanting to eye fuck them in the process.

You downed another glass of bitter liquid, no longer able to ignore the surges of jealously that pulsed through you. You had no business being jealous or possessive but you couldn't help it, seeing him pull the same charm he used with you, even if the context was different. You missed the way his eyes glanced over to you each time you looked away; he grinned on the inside with the soft flare of your nostrils and the clench of your jaw.

The last straw for you was when he whispered something in her ear, her eyes growing wide in response, a crimson flush covering her face.

"Sir" You strode over, rolling your shoulders back, ignoring the woman, only keeping your eyes on him, "There's a call for you in the office, its urgent"

It was clearly a lie, he knew it, as did you but you didn't care. Bucky smirked at you, cocking his head to the side curiously while you continued to stare at him, waiting for him to follow you. The woman coughed, hoping to break the tension between you both, unamused at the way Bucky's attention was completely on you.

"Aren't you the secretary, shouldn't you cover the calls-

You didn't bother letting her finish, slipping your hand into Bucky's and pulling him away towards the large elevators, the brunette letting you take him wherever you so well pleased, curious about what you'd do. You were just a soft little bunny.

"What is it kitten" Bucky smirked at the scowl that tugged your lips.

"I didn't know your business ventures required flirting with new partners" you kept your voice steady, fighting against the alcohol that was coursing through your body.

"Are you jealous" he smirked, letting you drag him away from the crowd, shoving him into the elevator.

"What's there to be jealous of" you shot back, the fire in your belly growing stronger the more he taunted you. Bucky's cock grew harder and the change of your demeanor, your possessiveness making his tip weep.

"No need to be angry bunny, look at you acting so needy" Bucky tsked while the elevator doors opened to the top floor. The grip you had on his hand tightened as you both went into his large office which overlooked New York. You clicked, while he leaned against the doors with a cocky smile, arms crossed against his chest. His cockiness took a hit when you glanced down at the way his length strained against the fabric of his pants, just as needy as you were, if not more.

"You were acting like a whore, sir" You shrugged while letting your finger trace over the outline of his erection, pressing where the tip leaked through his slacks.

"Don't tease m-

"Please" You caught him off guard, grabbing his tie and tightening it around his neck just enough to make his breaths heavier, "Now tell me what you want"

"Play with my cock" Bucky swallowed thickly, his control slipping when you unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free, begging to be touched. You took a step back, humming at the sight of him; not a single wrinkle on his pristine suit, not a hair out of place, his beard trimmed, lustful eyes boring back at you. He looked so pretty with his cock out, waiting for you to do something, his dominant side faltering in confusion.

"Why don't you ask her to play with it, sir" you cocked your head to the side like he did, waiting for him to answer, his cheeks flushing. "Hm?"

"Want you to play with it" His voice was a whisper pushing his hips forward, showing you exactly where he needed you.

"You want me to play with your cock baby, it that it?" You cooed, tapping the tip with your index finger and pulling away slowly, letting the string of precum stretch before popping your finger into your mouth. "You're so wet" You hummed at his taste, stating the words he'd always throw at you before tracing circles onto his sensitive head again, smearing his arousal around without actually stroking him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, nearly slumping again the door while you teased him, biting back the moans that were lodged in the back of his throat. You wrapped your hand around his thick length without actually moving, squeezing the base of his cock.

"What is it kitten" you sneered, mimicking his words from earlier, smirking at the way his cock throbbed in your hand in response. "Look at you" you whispered, "Oh sweet boy" You cooed again, this time moving your hand to cup his full, heavy balls, rolling them in your palm, "They've so heavy, does it hurt?"

"Hurts so bad" He moaned when you tugged them and squeezed them while nipping his neck. You lazily wrapped around his length again, giving him long languid strokes, watching his face twist with desperation for more. Bucky felt like a teenage boy, thrusting into your hand, struggling not to blow while you continued to jerk his cock, his hips rolling to fuck your fist. He felt like he'd never been touched before, this being the first time someone had ever taken control over him and it was something else, especially when it was you.

"Mmmph" He whined, confused and aroused at the same time, desperate for more of your delicious torture, his dom side slipping even more. He tried to regain his bearings, standing straight up again, sucking in a breath, "So jealous-

"So desperate" You tutted, smacking his cheek for opening his mouth while rubbing and stroking his shaft, ignoring his tip completely.

"C'mon bunny, touch me" He was breathless, chasing your hand each time he got close to getting the tip into your palm, groaning when you moved away.

"I am touching you, aren't' I?"

God, he loved you like this.

"The tip- please, need you there, c'mon, please"

A wicked idea sparked in your mind, pulling him by his tie to stand in front of the floor to ceiling high windows that overlooked the city. The same windows he'd fucked you against countless of times, letting the world see you fall apart. Now it was your turn.

Bucky could feel his heart hammer against his chest standing in front of the window, the city twinkling below him while you stood behind him, your hand coming around his waist to grasp his cock. Bucky's hands flew to the window, splayed wide to hold himself up, fucking his cock into your hand, hardly in control of his movements.

He pulled back enough so the head of his cock would rub against your palm before pushing forward again, chasing his orgasm, unable to take his eyes off the way his fat cock slipped in and out of you smaller hand.

"S'good to me bunny, need you ta' squeeze my cock harder, c'mon, need you bunny, I need you" He practically whimpered for you, balling his hands into fists when you complied with a hum, moving your hand with his movement, adding more pressure, feeling his cock grow harder.

"Gonn'a c-cum" Bucky stuttered out while you kissed his neck, letting him continue to fuck your hand, his tip nearly touching the cool glass with how fast he was moving. "Oh God-"

"Such a pretty, fat cock, you're making a mess baby, are you gonna cum in front of everyone and show everyone who you really belong to?" You whispered, only getting a slutty, guttural moan back in response. "Go a head baby, make yourself cum, show everyone you're mine"

"OH FUCKKKK" Your words tossed him over the edge, a pornographic moan slipped past his pink lips as he started to paint the windows with thick spurts of his cum. His body trembled, shivers running down his spine as his balls seized against his body, still feeling full as ever.

"Oh god, I can't stop" Bucky wrapped his hand on top of yours, jerking himself off faster, working up to a second orgasm, angling his hips to shoot at the window again, his head thrown back, nearly falling onto his knees. "C'mon, make me cum again, pleaseplease-

You pushed him back onto his large chair, pulling your dress up and panties to the side, impaling yourself onto his overstimulated cock, crying out when he gripped your hips and started to thrust up, not giving you any control. You clung onto him while he drilled up into you, dribbles of cum still pouring from the tip.

"You're mine sir, mine"

"M'all yours bunny, all fuckin' yours, use me, oh fuck, use me" You grasped onto his shoulders, riding him till tears streaked his face, taking everything you gave him while you pulled a third orgasm from him. And a fourth.

"I-I can't cum anymore, please, cock hurts bunny, I can't-

He was begging but he didn't want you to stop, his hips continuing to thrust up while he slammed your ass down on him sloppily, eyes rolled back while chasing your peaked nipples. He pulled you forward so he could suckle onto them while

"Your cock hurts baby boy?" you stroked his cheek, the new term of endearment making him hard all over again, a sob escaping him.

"It hurts so much, make it go away, m'still so hard, why's your pussy so good bunny"

"One more baby boy?"

"O-one more bunny"

By the end of the night, he was milked dry, holding onto you while you were tucked into his chest, his soft cock still buried deep in your pussy. His neck was littered with dark bruises you marked him with, trailing down to his chest. He cuddled you for a few more minutes before you both had to make your way back down, his hand not leaving yours.

"How was the call - oh-" the red head's eyes grew wide seeing the red and purple hues that peaked under Bucky's collar a proud smirk on his face while he put his arm around your waist.

"It went well. Closed a new deal, if you must know" He stated before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, grinning at the way you melted into him, his soft little bunny.

sorry, this was longer than i intended.

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[cyberm4n]

You've now filled my head with nothing but Alastor and Lucifer brainrot. Any other sharing thoughts you have for them? (I cannot stop thinking about them, I quite literally thought about them sharing me during my entire 8hr retail shift yesterday)

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 3!

pt1, pt2

this was highly requested, thank you all for the love <3 im tagging anyone who asked/was fine with it last time but now you can fill out this taglist form to ensure you're tagged for future posts!

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix @reaper-of-light-12 @ambi-squirrelly @hazelfoureyes @meggletoomanyfandoms @afernandez21

cw: angst ig?? idk reader is upset cause they keep fighting, general relationship issues for a moment, smut, reader gets eaten out, there's some light praise and condescension i think, alastor has a master kink, alastor discovers he LOVES eating pussy, there's like a weird sexual tension between alastor and lucifer for the majority of this if you squint, the ending is VERY suggestive

other: not 100% happy with formatting on this but i wrote majority of it on a 6 hour flight so like. you win some you lose some. not proofread that well, i kind of ramble at times too but it's fine. 2.1k word count and half of it is formatted in a headcanon cuase, again, lazy 6 hour writing. i also don't use the bolding and coloring that much cause it'd be a lot of work.

left the ending a little open, will probably do a poll tomorrow on if people want me to take this that direction.

■ okay so sex aside i would think outwardly everyone knows you're in a relationship with lucifer at the very least

■ but it's kept lowkey with the other part of the relationship

■ which both are fine with btw

■ lucifer loves pda so he's happy, alastor isn't a fan so it's whatever

■ the public part works out because alastor would genuinely be worried about someone trying to use you to get to him

■ it's bad enough that it's known the king of hell has a new partner, but nobody knowing that if they fuck with you they're fucking with the king of hell AND the radio demon is a silent advantage

■ if anyone knows, it's charlie. but only to the extent of like the fact it's a hinge relationship, everything else she doesn't know and honestly doesn't need to know

■ she's just happy her dad seems happy and is getting along better with alastor

■ i think alastor is the kind to really start caring during the relationship vs. lucifer caring about you deeply before

■ so occasionally alastor will pull you aside, or if no one is watching will just press a quick kiss on your forehead.

■ meanwhile lucifer is always making it known he's in love with you

■ arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, everything

■ again, alastor doesn't really mind unless lucifer decides to be an ass abt it

■ look they still compete with each other sometimes they can't help it

■ then it becomes a game of how much the other can get away with before you either get upset or it's too telling

■ that's the other thing is like, the competing gets really fucking annoying to you

■ we saw them in hells greatest dad it wasn't a want to be a better dad it's just wanting to out do the other

■ and when it transfers to your relationship it gets agitating fast

moving on

■ relationship side alastor isn't as involved with that

■ but if either of them did something that upset you or like there was a lovers quarrel between you and either side it's a big deal to them

■ especially if you're only upset with one half of the hinge

■ cause like, sure, they could compete with each other and purposefully drive you apart

■ but tbh.. both of them lowkey like this arrangement much more than they thought they would

■ so they end up talking to each other about it and figuring out what to do

■ same if you're upset with both

■ not that you're upset often it's just that when you are it's usually cause they crossed a line in their little competition

■ and they hate making their girl feel like a prize to be won :(

■ whatever their solution is, they do it together.

■ show you they can get along, that they both care about you enough

■ you're in your room, a bit of a blow up happened earlier after they got into one of their arguments

■ it's not that you genuinely think theyre using you to get to the other but sometimes with the way they act it's easy to doubt

■ anyways, they both come in, it's late

■ i cry when im frustrated/upset and i think it's a pretty normal reaction, so let's just say you're crying a little

■ they're both immediately at your side, apologizing profusely

■ you've never cried like this before

■ it scares them. alot.

■ for once there's absolutely no competition, the only worry is making you feel better.

■ both sitting next to you on the couch, lucifer murmuring how much he loves you, and how he knows how much alastor cares for you

■ i hate the whole "alastor doesn't understand emotions" thing because he does. he has to, he knows how to read people well.

■ it's just he hasn't ever comforted someone

■ he doesn't know what to do when someone he cares about is upset

■ so he's glad lucifer is here, as alastor just sits at your side nodding along and gently rubbing your back

■ alastor only tunes back in when lucifer offers to give some space for the night, and a little murmur from you agrees but asks they both come to bed that night

■ given its usually only lucifer who actually sleeps in the same bed as you alastor is surprised

■ but lucifer is beckoning him out for some space.

"cmon, we'll be back in an hour yeah?" he chimes from the door, and with a squeeze of your shoulder alastor is out of the door, but he opts to walk along with lucifer. "we gotta do better" lucifer sighs as he walks, not looking over at alastor. he's not accusing alastor, he seems equally disappointed in both of them.

"for her?" alastor adds, and lucifer gives a hum of agreement. "this while ordeal has been quite... stressful as of late, no?" alastor adds, "to our own faults, yes" lucifer murmurs, giving a sigh. alastor nods, and the two men walk in silence for some time, ending up in the parlor, husk far since gone to bed. "want anything?" lucifer pulls alastor back to reality once again, he's standing behind the bar while alastor had been staring off, his mind running with thoughtd of god knows what.

"whiskey, my friend?" alastor suggests, and giving it a considerate thought lucifer pours two glasses. the silence falls over them again, just the sound of the clink of their glasses on the counter.

"so tell me, how do you do it when you pleasure her?" alastor breaks the silence, lucifers eyes dart up to him. thinking for a moment before replying "i don't really think tonight is the time for that—" lucifer says, but in a gentle tone.

"no no, in the morning." alastor says, staring down at his glass. "you two indulge often in the morning, correct?" alastor says, now his eyes uncomfortably on lucifer. Watching as the other man almost pales a little, swallowing thickly.

lucifer immediately falters, giving a sigh. "look it's not— i‐ that's not her fault–" lucifer immediately starts, assuming this is a confrontation. his eyebrows raise as alastor shakes his head. "oh please, if i had problem with it i would have done something" he says, a static crackle echoing through the room. "no, i want to know how you do it when you... when it's just about her. how can i do the same?" alastor asks, and this is even more surprising to lucifer than this whole fucking idea in the first place.

■ so lucifer of course explains some stuff to him, of course it's hard because unless he's done it before it's hard to articulate some of his "moves"

■ i mean lucifer can hardly resist going down on you everytime, he's definitely experienced but it's hard to transfer that knowledge at times

■ but he's impressed alastor even asked

■ so when they return to your room, they're a lot more calmer with each other than before.

■ that night changed a lot between them tbh

■ it's slightly awkward for both of them when everyone gets settled in the bed

■ you're on your back, lucifer on your right side and alastor on the left.

■ they're both holding you to the best of their abilities

■ lucifer gives alastors hand a squeeze before shuffling it to have a better grasp on your waist

■ you all peacefully sleep through the night, not shifting much but it's pretty comfortable

■ is the morning you're mostly cuddled into alastor, which is entirely lucifers doing

■ when you're all awake though alastor gets arguably nervous

■ but you being you, you slump over onto alastors chest, murmuring some affection to him

■ lucifer gives a nod, it's time.

■ he'd honestly probably move to get out of bed, assuming some privacy is wanted

■ but he feels a shadow wrap around his forearm, it's a light pressure

■ alastor shakes his head, mouthing a small "please"

after lucifer processes for a moment what exactly is about to go down, he's okay with that. he settles back in, his eyes on the two of you as alastor tilts your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips. "my dear, would you mind if i tried something a little different with you?" alastor chimes, and you blink your eyes open again, still a bit sleepy as you give a nod.

he gently maneuvers you on the bed so you're laying on your back, his hands pawing at your sleep shorts and pulling them to your ankles. lucifer watches, honestly a little mezmerized by the whole ordeal. he feels proud in an odd sort of way. “I think our little doe deserves a treat, would you like that?” alastor murmurs as he spreads your thighs open. You take a shaky breath before murmuring some form of agreement, maybe even a little plea.

without further prodigy, alastors finally leans down his tongue swiping down your folds, hands grasping your hips to pull you to his face. your hands go to hold lucifers, but he shakes his head tutting at you. “ah ah, that’s not very polite princess” he chides softly, guiding your hands to alastors hair.

and alastor makes good use of the tips and information lucifer gave him, his tongue plunging into your sweet little hole as his nose bumps your clit. his eyes wander up, making eye contact with you as he eats you out so wonderfully. you tug at his hair and he practically growls in pleasure, opting to change tactics and focus his mouth on your clit while his fingers slide inside you, gently curling into your sweet spot.

and lucifer watches it all, absolutely mesmerized. he doesnt know what it is about watching this but theres something about knowing alastor is doing exactly as told to in this scenario that makes lucifer feel warm. he lets alastor steal the show, doing only minimal work. maybe hes softly cooing praises or gently reminding you to show your appreciation to the one making you feel this good.

as you get close, evident by the murmur that falls past your lips, alastors eyes snap to lucifers for a moment, and he takes a moment to think before understanding. usually when youre close alastor is all over you, telling you to be such a good girl and cum, just slight praises and coaxing. given the fact hes face deep in your sweetness he cant really do that, so that job is up to lucifer now.

“isn’t alastor doing such a good job duckling? you want to make sure he knows how good hes treating you, dont you?” lucifer coos, scooting in behind you on the bed so you stop trying to writhe away. “I think he’d be so disappointed if you didnt cum for him, you think you can do that, hm? you wanna cum all over your masters tongue?” lucifer says directly in your ear, and alastor feels a bit of a warmth in his stomach by being referred to as “master”

when you give a weak moan in response lucifer sighs, shaking his head. “be a good girl now, you can do it little doe” he says which is what sends you toppling over the edge, your hips rutting up into alastors mouth, whiny moans coming from you as alastor desperately licks up your sweet release. this whole thing was quite enjoyable for alstor, but hearing lucifer call you “little doe” his petname for you made him smugly satisfied.

after some aftercare which mostly just involved more cuddling, alastor feels satiated enough to shift to leave, before getting a look from lucifer. he reluctantly stays, feeling as you come to lay at his side once more. lucifer seems to take note of something, giving alastor a nod down, he glances down, seeing the obvious tent in his pants. alastor looks back up, slightly annoyed. a like “yeah, no shit dumbass” kind of look is exchanged.

alastor looks back down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sigh happily. but alastor tenses as he feels a hand on his knee, shooting a glare to lucifer as he traces his hand up a little. the two meet as and alastor takes a shaky breath as lucifer leans in just a little, breathing out the next few words with a calmness alastor admires:

“just keep cuddling her”

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[pathologicalreid]

stuck between a rock and a hard place | S.R.

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You, an undercover agent, uncover a hidden secret of the country's largest operation, putting your life in danger and under the protection of the BAU.

who? spencer reid x fem!FBI!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, hospitals, medical inaccuracy, drugs, sex crimes/trafficking, attempted sa, reader works in sex crimes. mentions foyet and also 6x24 (supply and demand). established relationship. word count: 7.7k a/n: this has been sitting in my wip folder for far too long. i am now emotionally attached to these two. i will write more of this specific pairing because now all i want is for them to be happy.

Spencer

It wasn’t every day that men and women in suits piled into the BAU carrying evidence boxes, everyone stood up at their desks. Spencer watched as Andi Swann followed in behind the other agents, not even bothering to greet the team as she went straight to Emily’s office.

Prentiss opened the door, letting Andi in before beckoning for Reid to join them. This had to be about you.

Ignoring the way his heart rate spiked, Spencer stood up from his desk and went up to Emily’s office. On the other side of the bullpen, the rest of the team filed into the roundtable room.

“Spencer, have a seat,” Emily offered, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her desk.

Glancing at Agent Swann, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, “No, I’ll stand.”

Andi cleared her throat, looking at Spencer, she spoke, “Y/N missed her last two check-ins. As her next of kin, I need to notify you to let you know that as of now, the FBI is considering her missing.”

He wanted to be angry. He wanted so badly to be mad, but he’d seen this before. Years ago, an agent in Andi’s unit missed her check-ins and the BAU helped find her. More than that, he knew how much Andi cared about her agents, so he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad.

“Section Chief Cruz has asked that the BAU help to recover Y/N,” Emily said, looking at Spencer. “You know I have to tell you that you can’t be on this case,” she explained, leaning against her desk, eyes flickering as she tried to read Spencer’s expression.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer looked at Emily, “Y/N’s gone missing, and I’m not allowed to help look for her?”

Sympathetically, Prentiss shook her head, dark hair swaying with the movement. “You know it’s a conflict of interest to be involved with a loved one’s case.”

“Isn’t that kind of what the BAU does?” He could’ve rambled off a list of BAU agents who worked on cases involving their loved ones – including himself and Emily.

Turning to face Agent Swann, Emily suggested she join the rest of the team in the roundtable room. She waited until the door was closed before speaking again, “When’s the last time you saw Y/N?”

Closing his eyes, he remembered the morning of the day you left, the both of you had stayed up late as if you could delay your departure, but the last time he saw you was when he dropped you off at the Sex Crimes Unit before making his way up to the Behavioral Analysis Unit. “We haven’t even spoken since she left,” he answered, almost a month ago now.

“Is there a chance she tried to reach you or her family?” Emily asked. She had to ask, he knew that, but it didn’t make the questions any less ridiculous to him.

Shaking his head, he began to pace around the office, “No, she wouldn’t have done that. She follows the undercover playbook obsessively. She always said freestyling was like signing your death certificate.” He tried. He tried to get you to leave him breadcrumbs, but you never did.

Nodding, Emily watched as he paced back and forth “When did you get married?”

Pressing his lips into a thin white line, he stopped in his tracks, “When I came back after The Believers. It was the next day.” You had offered to sleep on the couch in an attempt to give him space when he asked you to go to the courthouse with him. That was two months ago now.

He didn’t want space. Not from you. Never from you.

Finally, he sat down.

“Did you tell anyone?” Emily asked, sitting down in the chair next to him. “Did you have a witness to sign your marriage certificate?”

Nodding, Spencer reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and produced three rings, his wedding ring, your engagement ring, and your wedding band. You didn’t have the time to get them soldered together yet. “Rossi was our witness,” he responded, “He was the only one who answered his phone.” He slipped his ring on and closed his fist around your two rings.

After a moment, Emily stood, “I’m going to speak with the rest of the team, but I won’t tell them anything I don’t think is pertinent to the case.” Which was her way of saying ‘Your secret is safe with me.’ “Stay in here as long as you need, Spence,” she offered before walking out, shutting the door tightly behind her.

He thought of the last night you were together. Spencer tried to check in with you, he told you that if your job ever became too much, you just had to tell him, and he’d be there. What he neglected to tell you was that he was beginning to feel like your job was too much for him.

You had given him the opportunity to hold you close, and instead, he let you slip through his fingers.

Opening his fist, he looked down at your rings and the indent they had left on his palm, slipping them back into his pocket before he walked over to the roundtable room. Everyone paused what they were doing to look up at him.

Spencer just shrugged and looked at Emily, “I can’t just do nothing.”

In response, Emily nodded solemnly and suggested he go through the case files with Matt.

It had been hours. The sun had set, jackets had been shed, and takeout had been ordered. The clock behind him showed it was nearly midnight, meaning it had been almost two days since anyone had last heard from you.

“Oh god,” Penelope said, her voice cutting into the thick silence of the roundtable room. Her fingers began frantically typing on her laptop.

Spinning in the office chair, Spencer wheeled over so he could look at the screen, vaguely aware of Emily hovering above him, “What is it? What did you find?”

She hit the keyboard so hard he thought they might break, but she answered, “The trauma center at Johns Hopkins reported a Jane Doe brought in a few hours ago. She matches Y/N’s description.”

“Did they run prints?” Andi asked, of course, there would be red tape if the hospital tried to run your prints, seeing as you were undercover.

Another tap and dozens of files opened, “It looks like she went right into surgery. Uh, the EMTs reported she was listing off a string of numbers when they brought her in… 265D019Z?”

Spencer swallowed thickly, “That’s Y/N’s badge number.”

Shaking her head, JJ looked over at the map of DC on the wall, “It’s a two-hour drive to Baltimore from here.”

“But it’s a thirty-minute flight, Reid, Tara, Swann, and Alvez go. The rest of us will look into what happened from here,” Emily doled out responsibilities, nodding at everyone as the team broke.

Spencer stayed still, still looking at Penelope’s screen, his eyes flickering over the documents. Words jumped out at him, drugged, punctured, and knife. It made his stomach churn. How had you gotten to Baltimore? Your unit had you set up in an apartment near the Hill. When did you travel from the district to Baltimore?

The thirty-minute flight felt like it was hours long, the drive from the airstrip to the hospital dragged on, but thankfully Emily had called the hospital ahead of time to let them know who you were and who was coming for you.

A doctor stopped the four of you from going into the room, a police officer was already stationed outside of the room, and the blinds were closed. Please, Spencer wanted to plead, please just let me see her.

“She’s weak, she just came down from recovery and she hasn’t fully woken up yet,” the doctor said, placing her hands on her hips. “I can’t in good faith let you go in there and badger her with questions. Not with no one in there to focus on her well-being,” she ordered. The doctor stared the four of them down with piercing gray eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer peeked through the doorway when a nurse exited your room. “She’s my wife, I’ll advocate for her,” he responded, hoping the doctor would let him through. He could feel Tara and Luke staring, but he didn’t care.

Nodding, the doctor continued sizing Reid up, “Alright, but just you, for now. She’s not awake enough to be questioned anyway.” Stepping to the side, the doctor let Spencer through before blocking the doorway to everyone else.

In the worst way possible, you took his breath away. Your skin was sallow, you had an IV, nasal cannula, and a chest tube out the left side. Walking to your right, he took a seat next to you, taking your hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss to your bloodied knuckles – evidence that you had put up one hell of a fight. “Oh sweetheart, what did they do to you?” He whispered even though he knew you wouldn’t answer.

Reaching over you, he smoothed your hair from your face, your skin was clammy, probably as a result of blood loss. It looked like they were still transfusing, so you had probably lost a considerable amount of blood.

Shuffling the seat closer to you, Spencer took your hand in his. The doctor came back in holding a tablet, “Dr. Reid?”

He hummed in response, not daring to take his eyes off of you. “What happened to her? Why did she need surgery?”

“She had been bleeding out in an alley, according to the police officers who reported to the scene. The other agents are talking to them now,” the doctor said, tapping a few buttons on the tablet. “She had been stabbed several times in the upper left side, we went in to repair damage to her spleen, liver, and lung. There was some strain to her heart, it appears she was drugged before she was stabbed.”

He intently watched the steady rise and fall of your chest before he spoke up again, “Is she going to be okay?”

Setting the tablet down, the doctor paused before answering, “We’ll know more when she wakes up.”

Spencer leaned back in the chair, finally taking his eyes off of you and looking at the doctor, “Was there anything… did they…” He felt ridiculous, having spent the better part of his adult life in the BAU, and he couldn’t even put the words together.

To his relief, the doctor shook her head, “There were no injuries that suggested she was sexually assaulted.”

Reading the doctor’s badge, Spencer nodded. “Thank you, Dr. Herman.”

“Hit the call button when she wakes up, we’ll need to evaluate her pain and other treatment,” the doctor said, gathering her things before walking out of the room, and shutting the door behind her.

Spencer kept his eyes on you, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently, every once in a while, his phone rang, but he didn’t have the energy to talk on the phone. When his phone buzzed, he pulled it out of his pocket and checked the messages.

Penelope Garcia: How is she? Spencer Reid: Still sleeping. Penelope Garcia: How are you? Spencer Reid: Not sure.

Setting his phone on the table, screen down, he watched you again, every once in a while, your nose would twitch, or your eyes would flutter. Every time he would hold his breath, hoping you’d open your eyes.

He waited, and about an hour after he had arrived, a small, keening noise came from you. His head snapped up at the sound, your eyes were still closed, but you were moving. “Y/N?” He whispered hesitantly, not wanting to wake you up if you weren’t ready. Slowly, he stood up from the chair, not sure if he should keep waiting or if he should hit the call button.

You were muttering something, talking to someone in your sleep, when suddenly you jerked away. Instinctively, Spencer put his hands on your shoulders to stop you from tearing your stitches, and it was that touch that caused your eyes to snap open. “No, no, no, no,” you babbled, frantically looking around the hospital room.

“Y/N,” Spencer said, keeping his hands on your shoulders, “You’re safe, I’m here. You’re at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore.”

With wide eyes, you looked up at him and mouthed the word ‘Baltimore.’ As if you were trying to figure out how you had ended up in Baltimore, something the BAU still hadn’t figured out. “I thought I…” Your voice was nothing more than a rasp, but with the bruises he could now see littering your neck, that didn’t surprise him much. “Did you see it?”

Spencer pushed the call button without you noticing, “Did I see what, love?” He asked, keeping his voice low as he gently sat down on the edge of your hospital bed.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around the room, “Is Andi here?" Your voice was tight, like you were struggling to breathe. "I need to talk to Andi.”

Helplessly, Spencer watched as the number signifying your heart rate jumped, “Not just yet, alright?” He said, looking up when the doctor and a nurse came through the door.

The doctor introduced herself and started trying to get you to even out your breathing, one of the monitors was beeping like crazy until the nurse hit a button on it.

All he could do was watch, making sure he didn’t get in the way. Listening in to words about medications and making a mental note to research everything. “How’s your pain, Y/N? On a scale from one through ten.” The doctor asked, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Like a seven? When I breathe it’s more like a nine,” you answered, every word was strained. The doctor flashed a light in your eyes, “That isn’t helping,” you said through gritted teeth.

The doctor said something to the nurse, prompting her to nod before pushing something through your IV. After a few moments, Spencer watched as your heart rate lowered and your body visibly relaxed into the mattress. You nodded softly when the nurse asked if that was better.

Dr. Herman left and the nurse scrawled some notes down on your chart, introducing herself as Amelia before she left as well.

“Oh no,” you whispered, looking in the direction of the door. “Is the whole BAU here? How badly did I fuck up?”

Quickly, Spencer shook his head, “You didn’t, at all. It’s just me, Tara, and Luke,” he tried to reassure you as best he could without knowing the full story. “Do you feel up to talking?” He asked, smoothing your hair away from your face.

You nodded gently, “I need to talk to Andi. Alone, if it’s okay with you.”

“I can wait right outside in the hallway,” he offered, holding your hand in his and skimming the pad of his thumb over top of your knuckles.

You hummed contentedly, “Could you see if I can have water?”

Grateful to have something to do, Spencer stood up, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be right back.” He stepped out of the room, garnering the attention of the agents who were waiting in the hallway, all of them staring at Spencer expectantly, “Andi, she wants to talk to you.”

The Unit Chief nodded and disappeared into the room, leaving the door open just a crack.

He was gone for three minutes, that was the time it took him to walk to the nurses’ station and ask if you were allowed liquids and back, but when he returned the door to your room was wide open. “Where did they go?” He asked, looking over at Tara.

She was still leaning against the taupe hospital walls before nodding in the direction of the red exit sign, “Swann was in there for maybe two minutes before she came out in a huff, she took Alvez with her.” Lewis spoke calmly like it didn’t necessarily mean anything to her.

But it did to him. Walking back into your room, he stood at the side of your bed, “What did you tell Andi that you didn’t want me hearing?”

“Huh?” You sounded tired – rightfully so. Your pupils were dilated, which told Spencer that the drugs that the doctors had given you were working.

It comforted him that you weren’t in as much pain, but you were still hiding something from him. “You asked me to leave while you talked to Andi because you didn’t want me to hear what you were telling her. What did you tell her?”

Your face softened as your eyes filled with a different kind of hurt, “Don’t profile me.” You were too tired to hide the pain in your voice.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Don’t lie to me,” He countered. You were lying by omission, but what was worse was that you might’ve been putting yourself in danger.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whimpered.

Spencer’s chest tightened as he watched your eyes fill with tears, he sat down on the edge of your bed and took your hand in his. “I’m not going anywhere. Why would you think I’d leave you, darling?”

Your eyes were half-closed, “because you…” your voice trailed off and he squeezed your hand to get your attention. “When Scratch had Emily, you wanted to kill him,” you murmured.

The air had been knocked out of his lungs. You hadn’t been talking about a divorce. You were saying that you could identify your assailant, and you didn’t want Spencer to know. “I won’t go,” he whispered, “I’ll be right here.”

“It was Jake,” you mumbled, barely able to open your mouth as you fought your exhaustion.

That hadn’t been the answer he was expecting. He swallowed thickly, “Jake did this to you?” He asked slowly, looking at your hand, your fingers intertwined.

Minutely, you shook your head, “Jake blew my cover, Spence.” Yawning, you proceeded to mumble about him doing it on purpose.

Untangling your fingers, Spencer reached out and smoothed your hair away from your forehead, “Get some sleep, angel. I love you.”

You hummed an ‘I love you’ back, and the next moment your eyes were shut.

A nurse came in and asked for a moment while she checked the output of your chest tube, ushering Spencer and Tara out. “Okay, I’ll bite, who’s Jake?” Tara asked, putting a hand on her hip as she looked expectantly at Reid.

“Jake is her partner. When she’s not undercover and just out in the field, they’re partners,” Spencer explained.

Tara pursed her lips thoughtfully, “So, he would’ve known that she was undercover.”

Nodding as the newly added weight of the situation threatened to pull him down, Spencer turned and faced you, watching as the nurse examined you as you slept. “He blew her cover on purpose,” he reached up and rubbed his eye. Jake knew exactly what he was doing when he blew your cover, and you knew exactly what you were doing when you begged Spencer not to leave you.

“We have to go back in and ask her more questions,” Tara said.

Usually, Spencer agreed with Tara, but not this time. He saw the monitors you were hooked up to, he read your chart, and he watched the concerned looks on the nurses’ faces. They all told him that you weren’t stable enough to be speaking, let alone a cognitive interview. “No,” Spencer said finally.

Clearing her throat lightly, Tara stood next to him in the doorway, “We can’t let them get away, Reid.”

“And I can’t lose her,” he rebutted, ignoring the way his voice broke in his desperation. 

Stepping back slightly, the other agent nodded in understanding. “Okay, I’ll call Emily. You go sit with her.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice; he pulled a chair up impossibly close to your bedside and draped his jacket over the back of it before loosening his tie and sitting down.

You

When you woke up, it was still dark outside, but the bright lights of the hospital room made it hard for you to get any real rest. You were pleased to find that, true to his word, Spencer was right next to you when he woke up.

He was sleeping, resting his head on his hand with his wrist bent awkwardly. “Spence,” You whispered, clearing your throat, “Spencer.” You couldn’t reach out to touch him, but you wanted to wake him up, so his wrist wasn’t sore.

Jolting awake, he looked at you, “Hey, did you just wake up? How do you feel?”

It was a weird question, you felt like an absolute dumpster fire. “Better,” you whispered, “less hurt, achier. Sore. I don’t know, my head feels fuzzy,” you rambled, trying to move higher up on the hospital bed, but being limited by the chest tube. “How long do I have to have it?” You asked, staring at the plastic tubing as if you could make it go away via the power of suggestion.

“At least through the night, but it could be longer,” he said, reaching over and smoothing over the edges of your blanket. “Do you know what they gave you?” Spencer asked, shaking out his wrist.

You hummed in response, “No, it was intravenous though. They were big on amphetamines, but it didn’t feel like a stimulant. Benzos maybe,” you told him, your voice was soft. The pain in your throat had subsided after being intubated during surgery, but you were still swollen from when Cal grabbed you.

None of this made sense to you. The one thing that bothered you more than anything else was why Cal stopped when Jake said to. It couldn’t have been as simple as the money.

Spencer must’ve noticed you burrowing into your memories, “You remember everything?” He asked gently.

He knew what he was implying, in more cases involving severe trauma, victims generally remember everything or remember nothing. It was lucky for law enforcement when they remembered, but bad for the victims. Bad for you. “Mostly,” you breathed, avoiding his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” you said softly.

“Why? You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he tried to reassure you, reaching out and taking your hand in his.

You hummed, “I don’t remember anything after they drugged me, just the stuff before. Just the…” Your voice trailed off as you returned to your confusion. “Who’s still here that I can talk to?”

He squeezed your hand comfortingly, “Do you feel up to it?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have much of a choice,” you answered him despondently.

Spencer nodded before he got up from his chair, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before he stepped out into the hallway and let Tara in.

The agent smiled at you gently, “Hey, Y/N, how are you feeling?” She asked, sitting down at a free chair at the end of your hospital bed, leaving the chair at your side available for Spencer to return to.

You gave your best attempt at returning the smile before you answered, “I think I’m going to make it.”

As Spencer sat back down next to you, placing a water cup on your bedside table, Tara opened a file and looked through it, “Can you start by telling me a little bit about your assignment? You were undercover as… Barbara?” She read from the file.

Nodding slowly, you held out your hand for Spencer to hold, “Yeah, but they called me Babs.”

Three days ago...

You shifted self-consciously in the gold dress. It was a silky, slippery number that displayed more than you particularly liked. Spencer would probably like it, but he’d hate how uncomfortable you were in it.

Inadvertently, you smiled at just the thought of your husband. It was late, so he was probably at home, reading next to the fireplace. Maybe he was on a case, off somewhere in the United States and saving lives.

It had been twenty-nine days since you had last seen him.

“You look gorgeous tonight, Babs,” Johnathan McCallister, better known as Cal, told you, reaching out and placing a hand on either one of your shoulders before placing a kiss on both cheeks.

Bashfully, you smiled at him, “You’re too good to me, Cal. I can’t believe you got me in!” Deep down, you knew tonight could be the night, you would be able to take down The Program. At least the D.C. chapter of it.

When it was over, you could be Y/N Reid again, instead of Barbara McFarston.

The Program took women around your age and sold them into sex slavery. The chapter in Washington D.C. was one of the most active, which made sense when you looked around the room and saw a majority of the people were elected officials – men and women alike.

Andi Swann had assured you that taking down this chapter would create a domino effect, causing the other chapters to topple. According to her, if you could take down D.C., Miami, and Los Angeles, The Program would most likely cease to exist.

Turning to ask Cal about the selection tonight, you were startled to see familiar gray eyes on your companion’s other side. You felt your façade slip, but only for a second before you pasted a brilliant smile back on your face.

You tilted your head to the side, “And who might you be?” You asked Jake, wondering if Andi had sent him in to get a status report on you.

“Jake Cohn,” he answered, and goosebumps spread over your exposed skin at his answer. He should’ve said William Jacoby, that was his identity for this case.

In horror, you watched as Jake leaned in to whisper something in Cal’s ear, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. You bit your tongue as Cal wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in tightly, “Let’s talk.”

You stumbled a little over your own feet and looked at Jake with wide eyes, the leader forcefully shoved you into a private room, one that would probably light up like a Christmas tree under a blacklight. “What’s wrong, Cal?” You asked, standing up straight.

He reached over and grabbed the back of your neck, gathering the hair at the nape of your neck in his fist. The force of it made you scrunch your shoulders up, “You’re a fucking fed?” He seethed, tossing you to the ground in one swift movement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried to convince him. Tried to flip the script so that Jake was the liar instead of you.

Cal grabbed your throat next, holding you down on a booth seat. “Oh, Y/N… Jake’s been one of my best employees for years.” He said, chuckling at the betrayal in your eyes, he only laughed more when you kneed him in the gut. “Oh, I like it when they fight back.”

You shut your eyes tightly as you heard the clinking of his belt buckle, but they snapped back open when you heard the word, “Stop.”

“What? Did you want first go on her?” Cal asked, wiping his cheek – you must’ve scratched him in your struggle.

Jake cleared his throat and met your eyes, “We should keep her clean, you know?” He said, and for a moment you thought he was actually trying to help you, “Think about how much a clean fed would go for here. Especially in D.C.”

And just like that, your hopes were dashed, “he’s right,” you told Cal, trying to formulate a plan.

“Shut up, whore,” Cal spat, causing you to involuntarily flinch.

At least there’s nothing he could call you that you hadn’t heard before, in your line of work, people got very creative.

Cal looked at you, inspecting your neck where he had grabbed you before, “You’ll make me a lot of money, won’t you?” He said, rubbing a hand up and down your arm soothingly before poking you with a needle.

Your legs gave out beneath you, but Jake caught you before you hit the ground. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think he’d do this. I thought he’d kick you out, but I didn’t think…”

Looking up at him, your throat burned, and you weren’t sure if you were going to cry or throw up, but you shut your eyes. “No, you didn’t.” You don’t just casually tell the leader of a sex trafficking ring that the person with them is an FBI agent.

Present

“And that’s the last thing you remember?” Tara asked, scribbling something down in your file.

You nodded absentmindedly, “I think…” Your voice trailed off as you looked at Spencer, “I think Jake might’ve been in charge the whole time. Pulling the strings from behind the curtain while he waited for the perfect time to catch me off guard. That’s the only reason Cal would’ve backed off when Jake told him to,” You proposed your theory, not missing the way Spencer was holding your hand a little tighter than before.

Tara’s brows were raised, “Jake Cohn has worked in the bureau for almost a decade, it would be hard for him to evade detection for that long.”

“But he knows exactly how to evade it,” you rebutted. “He’d know all of the tricks from Sex Crimes and all of my tricks. He- He set me up,” you realized.

Spencer turned around and looked at your monitor, “Okay, let’s take a break. We can talk more later.”

Getting up, Tara let Spencer know she was going to call the rest of the team before she stepped back into the hallway.

“My chest hurts,” you said, hating how your voice sounded like a whine.

In response, Spencer smoothed your hair back in an attempt to comfort you. “Your heart is racing,” he whispered, “Take a deep breath, okay?”

You nodded slowly, breathing in deeply through your nostrils and letting the air collect in your lungs before blowing it out your mouth. Looking up at Spencer, worry plain in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to hide it, you came to a decision, “Spence?”

He bowed slightly closer to you so he could hear you better, “What is it, love?” He moved his hand, so it was gently cupping your cheek.

Leaning into his touch, you whispered, “It’s too much.” The only thing you had left was to hope he knew what you were talking about, the words were too hard right now, but you felt them contributing to the burning in your chest.

“Okay,” he answered. “It’s okay. You don’t have to worry about disappointing anyone.”

You practically melted back into the hospital bed; the weight of your job eased off of you. Nodding, you closed your eyes, “It’s good, this is good. I just feel crazy, but a good crazy.”

Spencer smiled at you, “Okay crazy,” he whispered, “I’m going to-“ He was abruptly cut off by his phone ringing, furrowing his brows, he swiped the screen and held the phone up to his ear, “Hey, JJ.”

Cocking your head to the side, you tried to listen to JJ’s side of the conversation, but either she was speaking quietly, or Spencer had his phone volume really low. From the way Spencer’s jaw tightened, you knew that this couldn’t be anything good.

He looked at you before looking at the door, “Do you know where?” He said in a tone entirely unfamiliar to you, it was low and steely. Reaching over you, he nimbly pressed the call button on your bed, “Okay, keep me updated.”

“Spencer, what is going on?” You asked as the nurse came into your room, faltering for a moment as she looked at the two of you.

Placing a hand on the bar of your hospital bed, Spencer looked at the nurse, “Do you have somewhere secure she can be moved to?”

The nurse looked shellshocked, surely the FBI occupying the hospital wasn’t an everyday occurrence, “I don’t… I don’t think so?” She seemed unsure of herself.

“Spencer,” you repeated his name.

He turned to look at you, “Jake’s here and he’s looking for you.” Turning back to the nurse, he pointed at you, “She has to be moved.”

“I don’t… I’m just a student, my preceptor is taking a break. I could try to find-“ The nurse stammered nervously. “We don’t usually just move people.”

Nothing about this situation was usual, but one look at Spencer told you this was life or death. Your life or your death. You sighed in defeat, “This is really going to suck.” Reaching over to your side, you gripped the tube that had been draining blood from outside your lung and pulled it out. Like ripping off a band-aid.

In the process, you tore the stitches holding it in place and set off all kinds of alarms, leading to a crowd of nurses and doctors charging into the room.

As someone held pressure down on where you were bleeding, someone said something about moving you to a sterile procedure room, and the nursing student trailed along, whispering “That was the stupidest smart thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.”

Everything was blurry when you woke up next and, through the blinds, you could see that the sun was finally rising. The warm, orange light peeking through like lines on a piece of paper.

“Hey,” Spencer said from right next to you, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispered.

You looked away from him, back towards the blinds, “Will you open them?” You rasped, your throat felt raw, and your body felt heavy.

He got up and ambled over to the window, twisting the mechanism until the sun poured into your room. “How are you feeling?”

“Heavy,” you whispered, the mental weight of the past several days was threatening to take you down, but physically you felt like Atlas himself, carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Spencer hummed in response, “They sedated you, standard procedure for people who rip their own chest tubes out.” He adjusted the way your gown rested on your shoulders, “Luckily you didn’t do too much damage.”

You took a deep breath and leaned your head so you could look out the window. The outside felt so foreign to you now, you couldn’t remember the last time you had breathed real, fresh air. “So, what is the damage?” Your voice was little more than a murmur but with just the two of you in your room, it wasn’t hard to hear.

“You’re going to be fine; they think the tube can go later today. Then they’ll evaluate whether enough you’re strong enough to go home, it’ll probably be another couple of days,” He explained to you, matching your gentle tone. “Johnathan McCallister is in custody, and Jake Cohn is dead,” he told you, studying your face for any kind of reaction.

Closing your eyes, you felt white hot tears stream down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, laughing a little despite yourself. He probably thought you were losing it, crying over the death of someone who had nearly had you murdered.

The edge of your mattress dipped down slightly, and you opened your eyes to see Spencer sitting next to you, “You don’t need to be sorry, my love.” Gently, he rested a hand on your hip, skimming his thumb over the rough fabric of your hospital gown, “He was like family to you. I’m not sorry he’s dead – I’m not. I am sorry for that loss, though.”

Nodding, you felt it as your face crumpled, leading Spencer to lean down and hug you as best he could. “I’m sorry I scared you,” you said as he pulled away.

Your furrowed your brows in confusion as he reached into his pocket and produced your wedding ring, taking your left hand, he slid the rings on, “For better or for worse, right?”

A small smile grew on your face as the gem on your finger shimmered in the morning light, “for richer or for poorer,” you continued.

“In sickness and in health,” Spencer whispered, eyes flickering around the hospital room.

You reached up a shaky hand and cupped his cheek with your palm, “to love and to cherish.” You said, feeling a dopey, lovesick grin blooming on your face.

He turned his head and kissed the center of your palm, “until parted by death,” he finished, taking your hand in his.

“No dying,” you insisted, feeling your energy begin to drain, you started to understand why the doctors didn’t want you going home for a few days.

Spencer hummed in response, “You almost did. If you hadn’t been found when you were-“ his voice broke off and you had to tear your eyes away from his for a moment. “I still can’t believe you chose that,” he whispered, looking at you like you hung the moon.

Shrugging as if it was nothing, you melted back into the pillows, “I had a split second to weigh my options – get sold into sex slavery or get stabbed in the chest.”

“A catch-22,” he nodded, wrapping his head around your impossible decision. You couldn’t help but wonder how long it would take until the fear in his eyes left.

You shifted a little in the hospital bed, the sheets rustling as you did, “We get it, you’ve read Joseph Heller.”

He smiled at that, the light teasing seemed to bring brightness to his face, “What is it about blood loss that makes you think you’re funny?”

Laughing lightly, you squeezed his hand as tightly as you could manage, “I am funny. And I’m tired.”

“Go back to sleep then, baby,” he said softly, “it’ll all be here when you wake up.”

There was a party in your hospital room. It started with just Emily, coming in because you were finally up to seeing anyone other than Spencer, and it ended up being the entire BAU.

Someone had gone to the apartment and gathered clothes for you so that, once your chest tube was removed, you could put on real clothes. So now you were sitting up, wearing sweatpants and a ratty old college sweatshirt, and laughing with the BAU. You were leaning heavily on Spencer, who was also sitting on your hospital bed, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with keeping you steady.

Luckily for you, no one in the BAU wanted to ask about what had happened on your assignment, they were more interested in the rings that adorned your and Spencer’s fingers.

“I still can’t believe you two secretly got married,” Penelope said. “Of all of the times for me to not answer my phone.”

Next to her, Luke shrugged, “Honestly, I can believe it. It feels like a very Y/N and Reid thing to do.”

Gently, Spencer rubbed your back. His hovering was quickly going to become insufferable, but right now you were welcoming every touch with open arms.

“Well, we’ll have a party for the two of you. When you’re up for it, of course,” JJ said, smiling from where she was standing next to Emily.

You wanted to shake your head and tell them that it really wasn’t necessary, but asking the BAU to refrain from throwing a party was like asking a shark to stop swimming. Instead of debating, you just smiled and bobbed your head.

Eventually, Andi showed up, just as you knew she would. “Hey, guys,” Emily nodded in the direction of the doorway, “Why don’t we go raid the hospital cafeteria?”

After a few more hugs, including a lingering one from Garcia, the BAU, save for your husband, filtered out, and Andi made her way to the foot of your bed. “Hey,” you said, your voice was soft.

Nine years. You had spent nine years in the sex crimes unit. Spencer had done the math, you’d spent approximately seventy-six percent of that time undercover, missing birthdays, holidays, not ever really looking forward to the future. Until now.

You, the most decorated member of the sex crimes unit, were leaving.

Suspiciously, you eyed the files in Andi’s arms, one was a case file, the other a plain manila folder. She silently handed you the case file, and you shared a look with Spencer before flipping it open. “The Program is gone?” You asked, your eyes skimming the folder.

Swann nodded, her brown hair swaying with the movement, “The arrest of the leader of the D.C. chapter greatly contributed to that, but it was the death of the ringleader that took the remainder of The Program down.”

Closing your eyes, you nodded as you tried to process what she was telling you. Jake had been in charge all along. “Andi, I-“

“It was your intel that did it,” she cut you off. “From your last several assignments, everything you collected directly contributed to the downfall of this trafficking network. One of the largest networks the FBI has ever seen.”

She handed you the next file, labeled with only your name. You flipped it open, well aware that Spencer was reading from over your shoulder. “I don’t qualify for retirement,” you told her, furrowing your eyebrows, and looking at the papers in front of you. You didn’t qualify for retirement, and yet, you were looking at a retirement offer.

Your unit chief nodded understandingly, “I pulled some strings, with some help. Collectively, Prentiss and I know a lot of people.”

Spencer placed a supportive hand on your back, and you looked up at Andi. “I’m only thirty-two?” You asked, it wasn’t a clarification, it was a question.

“And yet,” she answered, “you’ve done more for the Bureau than most agents could hope to do in their whole career. This plan came from the director, Y/N. He wanted you to have it.”

Shaking your head, you handed the folder over to your husband so he could look through it. “I don’t… can I think about it?”

“He’ll want an answer soon but talk it over and give me a call when you’ve come to a decision,” she said, grabbing her things and making her way to the door. “And Y/N?”

You lifted your head up to meet her eyes, “Yeah, Andi?”

She smiled at you, a rare, real smile from her, “Make the right decision for you. You have a small army ready to support you through everything.”

Slowly, your gaze followed her out the door, waiting until you heard the latch of the door secure. Spencer handed the folder back to you, “What do you want to do?”

You flipped through the folder again, it was a lot of money, and there were a few different distribution options, but it was more than you felt you’d ever need. “I don’t really feel like I deserve this,” you whispered, reaching your hand up and rubbing the back of your neck. “The Bureau doesn’t offer early retirement like this, not without extenuating circumstances,” you continued.

“They did it with Hotch,” Spencer said, reading the file over your shoulder.

Shaking your head, you leaned over to look at him, “That was way different, Haley was murdered by a serial killer.”

Spencer sighed, “I think you’re selling yourself short, darling. The Program was trafficking almost 12,000 people across the country. That’s almost 70 percent of the yearly total trafficking victims. You took them down,” he told you earnestly.

Your shoulders slouched forward, “I didn’t do it alone, though.”

“Didn’t you, though? They sent you in with no communication device, no emergency signal, and information that wasn’t even true. Your unit told you Johnathan McCallister was the leader of the ring, but it ended up being a decorated agent and you’re the one who figured that out,” Spencer spoke emphatically. “You almost died in the process, and now there are thousands of victims who are going to go home – all thanks to you.”

Wiping at your eyes, you looked at your husband, “You’re biased.” That felt true, but Spencer was the person who knew you best in the world.

“What’s holding you back?” He murmured gently, sweeping strands of your hair behind your ears.

Smiling unsurely, you closed your eyes, “Fear of the future. In the past nine years, the longest I’ve ever been home was four weeks. I don’t… What do you want me to do?”

He shook his head slowly, “it’s not my decision.” A diplomatic answer, you should’ve guessed.

“But what do you want me to do?” You pressed.

Sighing, you watched him weigh his options, “If my choices are you going back out into the field and getting hurt again, where maybe it doesn’t have this good of an outcome, or you, safe at home, where I get to see you more than approximately three months a year, then the choice is clear.”

When he laid it out for you like that, it was pretty clear. “Maybe I could finally see what all the BAU spouses are talking about. You know, how you’re never home,” you said. Some part of you always felt disconnected from the other BAU family members, Spencer wasn’t the one who was never home, you were.

Spencer laughed lightly, “We could celebrate your birthday together.” That was the one day you always missed. Almost six years together, and something always came up on your birthday.

“I’ve never had this before,” you whispered, there was still something about it that felt tentative, almost frail.

Smilingly softly, Spencer reached out and took your hand in his, “Had what before?”

You beamed, “A future to plan.” Everything was always laid out for you, every day was spent waiting for the next directive, a new assignment. “I mean, not in nine years.”

There were always dreams, late-night murmurs with Spencer about a house with a yard and kids running around, but they were just dreams. The nights when you were able to sleep next to each other. “Do you have plans for us?”

Nodding rapidly, you answered, “Oh yeah, you and me, I’ve got big plans for us.”

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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐑

(𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑥 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛)

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹.

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"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

The two of you snapped out of it at the deep, accusatory voice of Felix coming from the doorway. At the sound of his voice, Oliver took hold of your hair and pulled your lips away from his cock, making you look up at the man at the doorway, your spit coating your lips.

"Sir, I... I am so, so sorry... Sir Oliver said that he needed my assistance." you told him quietly, looking down with a shameful expression painting over your features. Oliver just sat there, not moving an inch, and the slightest bit of pride showed on his face.

Felix looked at the two of you, clearly not amused at this sight, "Oh, and this "assistance" just happens to involve your mouth on his cock? You're a maid, not some classless whore."

The more that he spoke, the more ashamed you felt, and the more ashamed you felt, admittedly, the more aroused you were.

"Felix, why do you seem so angry? Aren't you glad I found a way to put your sweet, little maid to good use? She's just such a good helper, aren't you, darling?" Oliver finally interjected, still holding onto your hair and stroking your cheek.

You nodded, still too embarrassed and ashamed to say a word. You could practically feel Felix's eyes burning into you as his gaze flicked back and forth between you and Oliver. Oliver still looked at him proudly, clearly not caring about how he was presenting himself in front of the other young man.

"And you," Felix then looked over at him, shaking his head, "I always knew you were some sort of perverted creep, but to have one of the maids come and suck you off while I'm just down the hall is sickening..."

Once again, you felt wretched for even doing this in the first place. All you were trying to do was do your job well, but never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be here, on your knees while a man used your mouth as his own personal fleshlight.

"Please," you pleaded with Felix, "Please, Sir Felix, please don't terminate my employment here... I'll do anything, I swear on the Lord's name."

At this, the other young man's eyebrow seemed to quirk upwards in a mixture of both curiosity and amusement. Oh, god. This is the part where he fires you on the spot. Just as you began to brace yourself for whatever you were going to hear from his mouth next, you became shocked at what you finally did hear from him.

"Then get the hell over here and suck my cock, too. I mean, since you want to be a greedy slut, you might as well take all that you can get, yeah?" he told you, beckoning you over with a singular finger.

The mere thought of it sent a shiver down your spine, and you immediately got onto your hands and knees before crawling over to Felix. He watched you intently, studying every inch of your body, every curve, every hair, every freckle, every mole... The way he looked at you intimidated you a little bit but at the same time, it left you feeling aroused and secretly quite desperate.

"Well, go on now, love. Take these trousers off... I won't bite, yet." Felix told you, tilting your gaze up so that he could properly make eye contact with you.

With a hand now lacing through your hair, he wasted no time in practically shoving his cock so far down your throat that you nearly choked. As you gagged while your throat stretched to accommodate the size, you could hear the sound of him groaning from the pleasure that he was receiving from you.

While you sucked on Felix's cock leisurely, you heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind you before feeling a pair of hands on you. It was Oliver, who had finally decided to join in and make his presence known to the both of you.

"Look at him," you heard his voice in your ear, soft enough for you to hear, but firm enough for you to understand the meaning of it, "Look up at him while you suck him nice and well, sweet girl. You can be good, can't you?"

You nodded before inhaling deeply and taking him in down your throat as far as you could before you coughed and sputtered again, your eyes now flickering up to meet his, which in turn made his grip tighter on your hair and let out another grunt of ecstasy. As your mouth kept at work, you moved your hands up to join your mouth, moving up and down on his cock rhythmically, the slick sound of his precum and your saliva that coated the length of his cock now making itself prevalent in the room.

"Fuck... Who knew a maid's mouth could feel wetter than any cunt I've ever had?" Felix pondered aloud as he watched you continue with your duties. With another groan, he pulled you off of the floor, only to lead you to the bed, pushing you down so that your upper body lay against the freshly made mattress, bent over the length of the bed.

"Sir F-Felix, I-I-" you tried to speak, only for him to reach over from behind you and push his fingers past your lips and into your mouth, gagging you and letting the saliva run down from your mouth to his hand, eventually his wrist, while your mouth made a choked sound from the considerable fill his appendages made down your throat.

"I'm going to fuck you, now, and if you do not shut the fuck up, I'll make sure to keep my fingers down your throat until you pass out from the oxygen loss." Felix threatened you, and while, yes, it was definitely meant to be in a menacing manner, it just further aided your arousal.

You then squeaked when you felt his hand traveling up the back of your thigh before reaching for your skirt, flipping it up, and revealing your underwear, much to your chagrin. You heard the two young men chuckle as they caught a glimpse of the fabric of your panties.

"Look at that, her panties have little flowers on them. How cute." Felix tells Oliver before pulling his now wet fingers out of your mouth and pulling the underwear down with one swift motion. You then shivered at the feeling of cool air now washing over your body and settling over the wetness of your cunt.

Without another word to you or Oliver, you felt the thick, heavy tip of his cock slide over your asscheek before finally brushing over your cunt, sliding through the slickness of your folds, making you shiver and him groan once again.

"Fuck... I can already tell you'll be so warm wrapped around me... Let's see if you are as tight as you are warm." He then finally pushes his way inside of you, making you gasp from the sheer size of his cock, moaning as you felt every inch, every minuscule detail of his cock as he slowly slid into you, making the two of you fit together like the pieces to a puzzle.

"S-Sir Felix, I-I- oh... You... You're so deep..." You whined softly, pressing your cheek into the mattress below you.

After a while, you had finally managed to adjust to the size of his cock and this opened up the doorway for Felix to begin thrusting, his hips meeting your ass with each movement. As he fucked you, you could still feel Oliver's eyes studying the both of you, and the mere thought of him being present in the room with you, watching as Felix fucked you with ease, made you wetter than any fantasy you had ever had.

"God, Ollie... I wish you could feel her. She's like... a fuckdoll, but real. Her cunt is so, so fucking tight." he laughed, now thrusting in harder, his hips now colliding with the plump, supple flesh of your ass while he reached up, wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you closer, the sensation restricting your breathing ever-so-slightly. The now-sudden change of pace and rhythm made you practically shriek from the pure, raw pleasure you were subjected to.

And then, he stopped.

Just as you were about to whine at the loss of movement on his end, you felt his large hands grip you by the hips before pulling you off of the bed and positioning you onto your knees, kneeling on the floor in front of Oliver again.

"Now, you're going to be a good maid and clean. Clean him up, alright? Suck him dry." Felix tells you, but the tone of voice he uses with you makes you realize that it is more of an order than a request. You looked up at Oliver nervously before wrapping your hands around the base of his cock.

"Yes, sir..." Was all you could manage to reply before you leaned in and began to press kisses against the flaccid head of his cock before placing your hand out in front of it, spitting into your palm, and beginning to massage the length of his cock with both your hands, the sounds of his low groans and the wetness echoing throughout the room.

"Did you listen to anything that I just said? I didn't say give him a handjob. Suck. Him. Dry." he snapped, pushing your face towards Oliver's cock. With a heavy breath, you opened your mouth before taking his cock into your mouth and back down your throat, this time controlling your breathing so you wouldn't choke as much as the last time.

Oliver groaned when he felt you move your tongue against the length of his cock, the tip of your tongue tracing every ridge and vein that you could find. You then felt his hand on your hair, burying into your scalp and pushing you down further onto his cock and making you gag once more. You looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, and you could've sworn that he had the slightest hint of a grin on his face.

"Fuck, Felix... Christ, I might need to keep this maid of yours all to myself. She's just too sweet and too fucking pretty to let go..." He laughed, his attention now focused back on you as you choked again.

Soon enough, you could tell that he was getting closer to his orgasm, judging by how he began to grasp onto the back of your hair and how his grunts became an octave louder. And, yes, you were correct, as not even a moment later, you felt him tug at your hair once again before you heard him groan and the warm, sticky sensation of his cum going down your throat.

Once you swallowed it, Oliver then pulled away from you, allowing Felix to have a turn with you. You watched the taller boy with intrigue and arousal as you watched him wrap his hand around the thick base of his cock, jerking himself off and gasping softly as he looked back into your eyes.

"Oh, fucking hell... Keep looking at me like that, sweet girl. Yeah, just like that." He groaned finally before he threw his head back, his moans now echoing through the room as he finally reached his climax, his eyes rolling back as his cum now painted your face.

Once the two of them had become spent, you were about to get up and leave before you saw Oliver go over and sit on the bed, beckoning you over with a singular finger. You then slowly came over to him, only for him to pull you close and have you sit on his lap, spreading your legs wide and far enough for him to reach down and begin massaging your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a whine.

"Oh! Oh, my god!" you practically sobbed as he picked up the pace before you heard him chuckle from behind you.

"I'm Oliver, not God, darling. But, I appreciate the sentiment." he teased you, putting more pressure behind your fingers and rubbing harder. You gasped, your thighs beginning to quaver as you reached closer and closer to your climax.

You then sighed softly as he leaned into you, whispering in your ear, "Can you do me a favor, love? Look up at Felix for me, please. Let him see that beautiful face of yours when I make you come."

You nodded, your eyes now shifting upwards to meet Felix's gaze, whimpering quietly as you felt his penetrating stare, gasping as you got closer and closer.

"It's okay, my darling. Be a really good girl and come for the both of us."

With those words and a bit more pressure being applied to your aching clit, you practically burst into tears from the pleasure as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, your back arching up and off his chest.

"Good... Good girl. Such a good little helper, aren't you?" He whispered, kissing your forehead, making you nod in your dazed state. Felix then leaned down and kissed you, too.

"We're so proud of you, love. You did great. What a sweet little maid you are." He tells you, stroking his fingers along your forehead almost lovingly.

#oliver quick #oliver quick smut #oliver quick x reader #felix catton #saltburn #emerald fennell #felix catton x reader #felix catton smut

[moongothic]

Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.

At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little

You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)

Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right

So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?

Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)

Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)

Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass

Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)

My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?

Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO

So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.

Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.

Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))

But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...

Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.

But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.

But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)

Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.

The only question is, how would Robin take that?

Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good

So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.

Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.

And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.

What's she going to do?

EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy

#Moon posting #OP Meta #Sir Crocodile #Crocodad #Nico Robin #THIS POST WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHAT DEMON POSSESSED ME #I'm sure someone's written this already right #Right #Surely this fanfic already exists #Please tell me it exists #I dunno what to tell you I am not immune to a Juicy AU #Anyway on a more wholesome side of things: Robin accidentally calling Crocodile ''dad'' and he just inhales and swallows his whole cigar #Nearly chockes to death. Gets burns on his throat. #Robin feeling less alienated because of her DF ability because Croc has seen weirder AND is made of sand himself #If anything if they're literally by themselves then Robin being able to literally lend a hand to Croc at any time could be extremely useful #Like. In regular life situations. 'Cause Croc only has one hand. And Robin as many as she wants. Perfect duo. #(Also if they were travelling on like a small ship then it'd probably be built for a Tall Motherfucker like Croc right) #(Robin's ability would just make the ship more accessible to her and Croc would find that independence good) #Robin still gets a codename because Croc can't have anyone realize who she is. Maybe she even wears like a mask or summin' in public #If Crocodile's openly trans and the news of him transitioning recently broke out. Like. No avoiding that convo eh #Baby Robin's like ''...I read in a book once that some reptiles can change sex but I didn't know crocodiles could do it too'' #''💦.../Humans/ can't do that normally either'' #''Hmmmm. Weird. I don't think being a girl would suit you though'' // ''...I'll take that as a compliment'' #I just. I think they could have really cute interactions if they warmed up to each other after a little while #And I'm Extremely Normal about that

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

First off, not to kiss ass, but I really love your writing! I follow three people, one of which is my best friend, and you’re one of them. I always come back to your account for content! Anyways, I just wanted to voice my appreciation real quick. lmao

Aside from all that yapping, if you’re alright with it, I’d love to read some Alastor x reader headcanons, specifically about Alastor’s shadows, and how they act (and if they’re a little naughty sometimes with the reader 😏💀) before Alastor and reader start dating. Maybe they try to encourage him to ask her out? Idk, I just have random ideas floating around in my head. I completely understand if you’re uncomfortable with the idea or just too busy with others, but I just wanted to request since I saw your post about it!

Anyways, ily! ❤️

A/N: i appreciate you so much omg 🫶, thank you sm im so glad you like my writing it honestly means so much. I feel like Alastor’s shadows are so under appreciated but they’re also probably the biggest Alastor haters out here, like they probably piss him off a lot of the time when he isn’t doing business. As for the reader, they definitely steal Alastor’s girl 😏. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing this!!

Warnings: shadow magic, AFAB reader, use of she/her pronouns, mentions of death, Alastor being Alastor, his shadows love you <3

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Alastor’s shadows are almost always out to get him

Maybe it’s revenge, who knows, but Alastor hates it

When he first met you his shadows were over the moon about it

They always know what he’s feeling, even before he’s ready to admit them

So after you two first met they started to approach you more

You didn’t notice them at first, going on about your tasks in the hotel

Until you were cleaning a mirror and saw them behind you dancing

You just laughed and shooed them away lightheartedly, but it didn’t work

They tended to bounce between following Alastor and following you around

You had been taking a bath when one of them showed up, peering above the side of the tub

“Go away you, I need some sort of privacy” You said laughing, a bit of water spilling over the tub and within seconds the shadow was gone

Now we all know his shadows tell him any and everything

But they’re just as involved in the gossip as Angel

They’ll go to him and tell him things about you, who you were with, what you were doing, even down to the scent of your perfume

“Hello dear!”

“ Hello Alastor. Anything I can help with?” You asked. He grinned, his smile stretching ear to ear

“ Well I was just curious if you happen to know where the princess could be?”

He asks, his eyes flicking to the wall behind you for a minute.

The shadows dancing in with your own, making cringy gestures to Alastor, teasing him.

“ Oh actually I think she left to an interview with Vaggie earlier today. But that was the last I’d seen her.” You reply, but you don’t notice them behind you. His smile strains, pulling you close and walking down the hall.

“ Well my dear since we are under unsupervised vision why don’t we go out for lunch! My treat of course.”

He’s casual, as if he didn’t just steal you away from his shadows who still wanted to mingle in your presence more.

Whenever he talks to you they’ll just get really excited and cheer a lot behind you, pointing to you and making little kissy faces

he hates it

When you two start dating they only get worse in their antics

They constantly follow you around, acting as if they’re your shadows

Sometimes they take things from you to mess with you but it’s all in friendly spirit

You were doing your hair once and got distracted because one hand insisted on dancing with you

Alastor can never really have you to himself thanks to them, which he absolutely hates

“ Do you mind?”

He’ll ask, the static in his voice only louder as he clutches you to his side. The shadows stand and cross their arms, giving him the sass right back

“ They’re just having fun.” You say, and he lets it slide only because it doesn’t entirely bother you

Now they have joined in whenever Alastor and you try to get alone time

This is also the only time they aren’t against Alastor but more against you

If you ever thought of backing up into a wall to get away from Alastor think again because he’s right behind you sweetheart ;)

If you ever do flirt with them they’ll get really excited and run to Alastor about it, excitedly whispering what you’ve done

If you ever need Alastor and he isn’t near, you’ll usually have his shadows bring him to you

The perks of being with Alastor is he can never really run as long as his shadows are wrapped around your finger ;)

It was late and the hotel was quiet. Sitting in a warm bath Y/n ran the soap over her arms and down her torso, unwinding from the busy day. Until she saw shadowy eyes staring at her from above the rim of the bathtub.

“ Oh hello.” She said smiling, pausing in her actions. The shadow did nothing, sitting still and watching her shyly. “Do you happen to know where Alastor is?” She asked, leaning over a bit so the water flowed off her body easily, her torso now visible.

The shadows eyes went wide, nodding furiously. “Hmm, how about you,” she said, now eye level with the shadow, getting closer. “ bring him to me.”

The shadow had never disappeared quicker, and in its place was a confused Alastor, now kneeling in front of the tub, noticeably lost.

“Oh, Hello my dear! Something the matter?”

He asked, before she grinned, her hand reaching forward to pull him to her by the tie.

“ You’ll find out.”

Bonus:

“Dear they are actively trying to take you from me.” Alastor says, his smile strained and eyes twitching.

“Don’t be so mean, they just need some love too that’s all. Isn’t that right?” You coo, the shadows huddling around you more in a group hug. You giggle as some tickle your sides.

“This is criminal.”

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