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sevcasejay1chicago · 5 months

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Im with you- Matt Casey

Summary: When an ovarian cyst ruptures on the job, Matt and Firehouse 51 take care of you.

Warnings: vomiting, cursing, probably inaccurate medical stuff even though I do have PCOS and get ovarian cysts.

Authors note: You asked and I’m delivering. Here’s a fic I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy!

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You and Matt have been together for a couple years. You have been best friends since you both joined 51, straight from academy. You and Matt shared everything. Your feelings, thoughts, personal issues, a bed. Everything was out in the open. Though Matt was your lieutenant, you never let it effect your job or your relationship. You said it was one of the perks of starting off in the house together. He saw you and your strength. He knew you could take his spot any day, but you were content with just being part of the company.

You started feeling some major discomfort on a call. You were doing a sweep with Severide when you kicked open a door, causing the fire to blow back, sending you and Kelly flying through the air.

“Y/N!” You were sure you heard Kelly scream your name, but your ears rung as you laid against the wall. Kelly quickly shut the door and made his way toward you. “Look at me! Say something!” He yelled, grabbing you by your jacket and making you face him.

You were a little further toward the middle of the door than Kelly, which kept him from flying far. You just went through the air hitting the wall HARD. You were disoriented and had some major ringing in your ears.

When you couldn’t focus on him, Kelly called a mayday of sorts through the radio. “Emergency! Emergency! Fire fighter down. I need a medic to meet me out front.” Kelly yelled, not wasting another second before he pulled me up and into his arms. “I’ve gotcha. Your okay.”

“Who?” Chief Boden asked.

“Y/L/N.” Kelly said just before he broke into a sprint when he saw the exit.

Outside, Dawson and Brett were waiting with a stretcher. As soon as Kelly put you down, Dawson was ripping the mask off your face. The light assaulted your eyes, but the fresh air was like a kick in the butt, which was exactly what you needed.

“I’m fine.” You murmured, attempting to push yourself up.

“Y/N.” Dawson said, pushing you back down with a shake of her head. “You were unresponsive for almost two minutes. I need to check you out.”

I shook my head, regretting it as soon as I did it. I laid back, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I said I’m fine Dawson.” I growled out. Finding the strength to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the gurney and tried to stand. My legs failed me as I collapsed into Kelly with a pained gasp.

“Fine my ass Y/L/N.” Kelly said, picking you up and putting you back on the stretcher.

“What hurts hunny?” Brett hummed, allowing Kelly to rip your jacket off as Dawson ran to help a civilian.

“My right side. Like all of a sudden.” You gritted out, swatting Kelly’s hand away as he palpitated the area. “Ow Sev.”

“Sorry.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not too hard like internal bleeding.” He informed Brett. “I’m going to go update Casey. He looks ready to abandon the company to come check on you. You ladies talk.” Kelly said, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Once Kelly walked off, you snuck a glance in Casey’s direction. He was talking to the crew, giving orders, but his eyes stayed trained on you.

“When did this start? I don’t see any bruising or signs of a contusion.” Brett murmured, moving back to let the sunlight hit that area.

“I mean, it’s been a dull pain for a while now, but this is the first time it’s been bad enough to effect me.” I said, leaning my head back and breathing deeply. “I have an appointment set with my gyno tomorrow. I’m fine, really. Just extra sore.” I tried to reason, but I was fighting to keep back a sudden wave of nausea. “It’s uh.” I swallowed thickly before continuing. “It’s a normal woman thing I think. Matt knows. Just give me an anti-inflammatory and zofran and I’m good.”

“Zofran?” Brett asked, stopping as she was pushing me to the ambo, which I suddenly realized meant that Kelly was back and helping.

“Yeah. Kinda nauseous.” I said, shaking my head. Kelly hummed and placed a hand on my thigh.

Brett did a thorough head trauma exam before giving me the all clear once she was sure that I didn’t have a concussion. Kelly spent the entire time texting while I was being treated. He was listening and keeping Matt up to date as I waiting to be discharged from the rig.

“Casey said to ride back with Ambo and go straight to his office when we return.” Kelly said, leaning up to place another kiss on my forehead, jumping out of the rig before I could protest. He hit the doors and Dawson, whom I never noticed jumped back into the rig, drove back to the house.

“Well, looks like I’m off the rest of this shift.” I sighed, leaning back and trying to relax as Brett dimmed the lights to the rig.

“Might not be such a bad thing. He’s just looking out for you.” Brett said, sitting on the bench and buckling me around the waist to the stretcher before buckling herself in and propping her feet up to use as a makeshift desk. “Get some rest. We got 20 minutes till we get back.”

I gave her a confused look. “We shouldn’t be that far out.” I mumbled.

“Dawson has to pick up lunch.” Brett replied. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

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I woke up to someone softly pushing the hair away from my face.

“Hey Hunny. Come rest in my office.” Matt whispered, trying his best to coax me awake.

“I don’t feel good.” I whispered, leaning my head forward and into his hand.

“I know.” Matt soothed. “I’ll carry you.”

Matt unlocked my seatbelt and gently lifted me into his arms. Doors were opened for us as we made our way through the house. The common area went quiet as we passed through, shuffling could be heard as doors were opened until Matt got to his office.

“Hey Matt.” Kelly whispered, stepping in and closing the door. “Brett gave me these. How’s she doing?”

Kelly shook a sick bag out and put it on the side table and then stashed the rest on the desk. Matt laid me down slowly, pulling the covers over me gently and turning me onto my side into the recovery position. I kept my eyes closed, wondering why Brett never gave me the Zofran, making me focus on not throwing up.

“Doesn’t feel well.” Matt said, sitting next to me and pushing my hair back again. “Baby. Kelly has a sick bag here if you need it. I gotta talk to Boden and fill him in. I’ll be right back.” He said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Can you stay with her a minute?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Anything for you guys. You know that.” Kelly said, standing and switching spots with Matt. The door closed softly as Kelly sat next to me. He placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothingly. “Let’s be real. Need to go to med?” Kelly asked, knowing I wouldn’t fess up to Matt unless it was dire.

“No.” I gritted out, frustrated by the whole situation. The pain was subsiding, but the nausea was ramping. “It’s a girl thing.” I simplified.

“Your sure?” Kelly asked, leaning forward and grabbing the sick bag as he saw me pale.

“Mhmm.” I said, not daring to move.

We sat there in silence. I was trying to steady my breathing as Kelly continued to rub my back. He was at a loss. He knew I hated being sick, as he has dealt with a sick me before, but he knew it was gonna happen.

“Sit up. I know it’s gonna happen.” Kelly said, moving to stand and help gently guide me into a sitting position. “Hold this. I’m gonna call Matt.” He instructed, placing the bag in my hand. Kelly went to the door and opened it, yelling for Matt. He knew not to leave me.

The nausea was winning and I began to freak out as Kelly called out again. “Kel- hurlk” I tried to warn him, but got cut off with an unproductive heave.

The door slammed shut as Kelly raced toward me. “Fuck.” He muttered, helping me hold the bag under my chin. With his other hand, he used his radio to call for Matt. “Case. You’re needed in your office. Now.” He said into the radio. A quick “copy” from Matt was all that was heard before I started retching harshly. “Shhhhhhh. Breathe.” Kelly murmured. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” Matt exclaimed, running and sliding to a stop in front of me. “Baby? It’s okay. I’m here.” He soothed , taking my hand and pushing my hair back. “Dawson’s gonna check your vitals, okay?”

I nodded as I finally started throwing up all the breakfast that I forced down. Kelly kept holding the bag and rubbing my back, Matt held my hand and kept my hair out of the splash zone, and Dawson went about checking my vitals.

“Pulse is fast. Oxygen is mid 90s. Pressure is slightly low, but not worrisome.” She said. “Any other symptoms?” Gabbi asked Matt.

“Ovarian cysts. Think one ruptured on that call.” Matt muttered. “Never seen her this bad before.”

“Does it hurt, Y/N?” Gabbi asked. “Just squeeze once for no and twice for yes.” Gabbi took my hand and felt me squeeze once. “Good. No pain.”

“What does that mean?” Kelly asked, noting how much I was vomiting and the sweat building up on the back of my neck.

“So, sometimes a cyst can rupture and be infected. This is her body getting rid of it, which is probably why Brett didn’t give her anything for the nausea.” Gabbi explained, writing some stuff down. “If she starts running a fever, tell us and we will take her straight to Med. I’d suggest camping out here for a few hours to make sure she doesn’t spike one. Then you can go home and get her rested.” Gabbi said, patting Matt on the shoulder and walking out.

“Breathe sweetheart. Your gonna need to switch bags in a second if you need to.” Matt said, trying to see my face better. He reached over and grabbed a new one, making a quick switch with Kelly and holding the new bag under my chin as Kelly disposed of the old one.

Talking could be heard as he opened the door. Gabbi and Boden’s voices floating in.

Suddenly, a cool cloth was placed on the back of my neck. “Herrmann got you a rag Y/N.” Kelly said, resuming his post of rubbing my back. “Chief has Herrmann taking lead on truck for the remainder of shift and offered to let me hang around to help unless Squad is needed.”

“Thanks Kel.” Matt said, patting his friend on the knee. “You done baby?” Matt asked, noticing the few coughs I was letting out, but also the lack of vomit.

“Yeah.” I breathed, leaning forward and resting my head on Matt’s shoulder. “It’s awful.” I moaned, resting my forehead into the crook of his neck.

“I know.” Matt whispered, reaching up and wiping my face with the rag from my neck. “Wanna brush your teeth and shower before taking a nap?”

I nodded and tried to stand when Matt helped me up, but swayed dangerously as I suddenly became lightheaded.

“Woah.” Kelly said, bracing me from behind. “You okay?” He asked, keeping me steady with hands around my waist.

“Yeah.” I breathed. “Just lightheaded s’all.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head onto Matt’s shoulder again.

“I gotcha.” Matt said, picking me up and taking me toward the bathroom. “Can you grab her go bag Sev?” Matt called over his shoulder.

“On it.” Kelly replied, jogging toward the locker room.

Matt wasted no time in getting me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter and pulled my head back into his neck.

Herrmann came into the bathroom with a sprite in his hand. “Cindy used to have this problem. This outta help.” He said, placing the can on the other side of the sink. “I’ve got Mills running to get some popsicles too.”

“Thanks Chris.” Matt said. “You’re a good man.”

“Anything for her.” He said, rubbing my arm. “It’s gonna be okay. You just get to feeling better.” He then patted Matt on the shoulder. “Take care of my girl.”

“Always.” Matt said, turning and placing a kiss to my head as Herrmann walked out and Kelly walked in.

“Got your CFD hoodie.” Kelly said to Matt, “I got everything else out of her locker though. Toiletries and her clothes. Also grabbed your stuff too Case.” He said, putting everything on the counter. “Need anything else?”

“Nah.” Matt said, shaking his head as he looked around. “Just set some towels in here. I’m gonna shower with her. I don’t trust her balance.” He said, rubbing my back.

“Good man.” Kelly said, patting Matt on the back. “Holler if you need anything else.”

“Thanks Sev.” Matt said, watching the Squad lieutenant leave. Finally, he turned to face me. “Ready to get cleaned up?” He asked gently, pulling away to see my face.

“Then nap?” I murmured, pouting at my boyfriend.

“Nap and cuddles.” Matt confirmed, nodding his head.

With that confirmation, I was satisfied and found the strength to get cleaned up. After brushing my teeth and gargling twice, Matt helped me off the counter and to the showers. He sat me on the bench before striping and going in to turn on the water. With quick persuasion, Matt was able to talk me into the shower. He made promises to keep me steady and to sit me down if I needed it, seeing as Mills just finished scrubbing the showers.

Once under the water, which was a little cooler than I usually liked it, Matt kept a secure hold on my waist, leaned down and kissed my head, then adjusted me so that my back was getting the brunt of the shower.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, practically melting in Matt’s hold. “S’ nice.” I mumbled into Matt’s chest, pressing my forehead into it.

“I know baby.” Matt said. “We can stand here for a moment, but we need to get cleaned up and get you resting.” He said, reaching around me and engulfing me in a hug. “You just relax.” He whispered.

“Mkay.” I sighed, losing any fight I could have left.

When Matt noticed me getting heavier, he made quick work of washing my hair and body before calling Kelly.

Matt only trusted you with very few men, one of which was Kelly Severide. You all had made a quick bond when in the academy and Kelly picked you up off the floor more times than you could count, but that was before Matt. Matt didn’t like overstepping, but Kelly had no problems helping you out in a bind and was there for you in more ways at the beginning than Matt, but you knew it had to do with Haily and not because Matt didn’t like you, so you never let it affect your relationship now. Kelly knew his boundaries, even now, and was the one person you trust other than Matt.

Kelly walked into the bathroom and scooped you up in a towel. Once Kelly had the towel firmly secure, he took your microfiber head wrap towel and wrapped your hair up in it. Then, he helped guide you into Matt’s CFD hoodie and stayed with you leaning into his shoulder until Matt came out of the showers.

“Thanks Kelly.” Matt said. “One more favor.” Matt said, cringing slightly into himself. He hated asking for help, but you were pretty out of it at this point. “Mind getting more bags from Brett and Y/N’s fan from her bunk and taking it to my office?” He asked, pulling on his underwear and pants before trading with Kelly.

“Hey man.” Kelly said, taking Matt by the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it. You guys are family. I’ve already got it all taken care of.” He smirked.

“You’re a life saver.” Matt said, turning and hugging Kelly once he was sure you wouldn’t fall over.

“I get that a lot.” Kelly laughed, the sound echoing behind the man as he walked to the door and exited the bathroom.

Matt helped me into some pants and left our stuff, claiming he’d get it all later, but knowing that someone else was probably waiting to come in behind you both and get everything situated. Once in his office, Matt laid me down near the edge of the bed, closed the blinds, and turned off the lights. He left the blinds connected to Kelly’s office window cracked enough to give him some light to see you, but also give Kelly a way to see if you and Matt needed help.

Once the fan was turned on and he was sure the radio was turned off and I didn’t need anything else, Matt crawled into the bed behind me, spooning me with an arm around my waist. He carefully rubbed my stomach and placed little kisses on the back of my neck.

“Get some rest baby.” Matt whispered, peppering my shoulder with kisses before leaning up and kissing my cheek. “I’m with you. We will get through this.”

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cutie4me · 8 months

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Best Soukoku Fanfics That Bring Immense Nostalgia!

Someone on YouTube asked for recommendations for Soukoku fics so how could I give up such an opportunity to share some of my all time favourites?! Some of them will make you cry. Some of them will make you smile. But most importantly, the immense wave of nostalgia you’ll feel after reading some of these fics are surreal! I swear, sometimes I wish I’d forget about these fics just so I could rediscover and read them all over again! All these amazing works are on AO3 so please check them out and support the authors! I’ll continue to update this each time I find a new SKK fanfic!

“Overturn even the heavens and the earth” by sssoukoku

Chuuya uses corruption but Dazai’s too late to save him, or is he?

“My skull crown” by YunaYamiMouto

Mori is dead so Dazai has to go back to PM and take the throne as the new PM boss.

“Baby Executive” by BlowingYourMind

Chuuya gets turned into a child and goes through the life stages growing older under Dazai’s care, Dazai manages to develop empathy and a widespread of new emotions around each new stage of Chuuya. (Cross posted on Wattpad!)

“I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio” by ElectricSplatter

I’ve not read this yet but it’s really popular and has a lot of positive reviews from what I’ve heard. It’s a rockstar/band AU but it’s super long, probably the longest one here.

“The God and his Vessel” by Churroburrito

Arahabaki lives in Chuuya and they can interact and sometime Arahabaki can come out to talk to people. Arahabaki is surprisingly sweet and overprotective of Chuuya, quite like an older brother. (I absolutely adore Arahabaki and Chuuya’s dynamic in this fic!)

“Silly delusions” by Grinch1234

Arahabaki and Chuuya are one person and Arahabaki is a God stuck in a human’s body confused with how humanity works. He tries on many occasions to convince Dazai that he is a god to only one time in which Dazai actually believes him.

“I’ll always come for Chuuya” by anonymous

Dazai and Chuuya back in PM and Dazai tries to distance himself with Chuuya cuz of his feelings to the point Chuuya loses trust in him and thinks Dazai’s grown bored of him because of his new friend, Odasaku. (Such a shame we don’t know who the actual person one because this fic was so well written and such an emotional rollercoaster!)

“We Are Never Ever, Ever Getting Back Together (Right?)” by sabiEMr

ADA and PM do an exchange thing where Chuuya works at ADA for a while and Atsushi works at PM. Chuuya tried to get over his relationship with his ex Dazai but it’s not really ideal when you’re now stuck with your ex at his workplace.

“Unexpected” by lemoncandy751

Soukoku get paired together for a project and they hate each other… except when they start to fall for each other. Well that was unexpected!

“It takes two, to create a whole” by X_DRAMA_QUEEN_X

Roommates/College AU. Dazai’s a player and Chuuya gets stuck being his roommate and they absolutely despise each other with a burning passion. Chuuya gets a little too close to Fyodor and doesn’t know who to trust anymore. Is it Dazai playing the mind games to make Chuuya fall for him or is it Fyodor? (It’s over on Wattpad as well!)

“If we can’t run together, why did we from the start?” by amythecinnabunny

Immortal Dazai x multiple reincarnation of Chuuya. Dazai loves each of them differently and learns to find and fall for each Chuuya reincarnation again and again! (I cried too much with the angsty ending of this. Lots of character deaths).

“Inseparable” by milwritescausewhynot

Highschool AU where Chuuya and Dazai have known each other for 12 years and are practically inseparable! They love to pull pranks on each other but when a certain prank of Dazai’s is taken too far that it puts Chuuya’s life at risk they must face the consequences of being apart for each other’s safety (due to Dazai’s guilt) yet still yearning for each other.

“Pretty Little Thing” by wallows_4

Chuuya, an assassin, is assigned a job to kill the Prince of a very wealthy and successful kingdom. Chuuya walks in thinking this will be easy when no threats are present, but the next thing he knows everything is dark. When he wakes up again, he is "interrogated" by three idiots. And the stupid prince is insistent on him being his personal pet!

“Of Libraries and Liberties” by Grinch1234

Chuuya Nakahara is the escaped government experiment known as A5158 seeking refuge as the librarian of his own little library sanctuary. Osamu Dazai is the notorious boss of the Port Mafia and by some illogical miracle, they manage to cross paths.

“Still, Still, Still” by icedlightroast

Actor/popstar Dazai x Rockstar Chuuya idustrial rivals AU! After a public drunken tweet confession professing his true feelings for his rival, Chuuya has no choice but to play the ploy of fake dating his rival, Dazai, to help this mess he’s made in his career. Except Dazai is a completely incompetent asshole who Chuuya can’t help but hate himself for falling for. Besides, there’s more to Dazai that meets the eye.

“Untainted Memories” by serenathea

BEAST! Chuuya shares his memories and emotions with the original Chuuya, and Dazai has to fix the mess and pain he has created.

“I can’t dare to dream about you anymore” by kiroiimye

High school AU where Dazai and Chuuya have been best friends and next-door neighbors since childhood, never seen apart despite their differing, respective lifestyles as the genius class president and the school’s beloved soccer star. Everything is perfect, except for the fact that Chuuya’s been in love with Dazai since forever and Dazai has a girlfriend.

“Always Yours” by anonymous

Kingdom + Omegaverse AU where Dazai has been betrothed to Chuuya since they were both children—an arrangement that never particularly interested him—until their wedding night, when he sees the omega’s face for the first time. (EXPLICIT Rating for NSFW scenes but you can skip those if you wish)

“The Shepard and His Shadow” by LynyrdLionheart

Everyone knows the monster in the woods is why the village suffers a lack of resources. It's been that way for centuries. Then Dazai meets the monster, and everything he knew turns out to be a lie.

“The Life We Could've Lived” by Xena_Lemon

A very confused Dazai wakes up in a Highschool AU instead of his usual Agency dorm room. And strangely enough, Chuuya’s the only one who seems to be from his world (him and the mysterious girl who keeps watching them).

“Four Years Ago, Four Years Later” by Nightingale231

Chuuya knows before Dazai, does, really, that the younger man will run. Before anything - even before Mori and the home he has carved for himself in the Port Mafia - he will take Dazai's side where it matters. He hates the mackerel, he does; yet he wants Dazai to follow the goals that Odasaku set for him, because he… (loves him).

“Silver Claws, Silver Tongue” by CandiWolfe

In which Chuuya gets turned into a cat whilst on a mission and (unwillingly) seeks the misfortune of Dazai’s help to not only temporarily nullify the ability but to track down the bastard who dared turn him into a wretched feline. Except doing so is easier said than done. Especially when they’re from a whole new foreign organisation.

“How To Woo Your Husband in Seven Days” by moonlitsorrows

When Dazai accidentally performs a grave accident that angers his precious chibi husband and forces him out of their shared apartment and out onto the streets, he tries his hand at his backup operation of “How to Woo your husband in seven days” with seven articulate plans in hopes that it would finally convince Chuuya to invite him back home. Except each plan just seems to fail and give the redhead an even bigger blooming headache. Plan 7 was the last straw. Maybe Chuuya should finally invest in some long awaited (and deserved) divorce papers after such a hellish week of putting up with that stupid mackerel of a husband’s BS.

“Another Love” by infernaa

Dazai desperately wanted to get rid of everything dark and ugly in his life. Even if it meant leaving his love for Chuuya behind. (Slight Sigma x Dazai).

“When Will You Confess?” by Chuchu_hua

Dazai and Chuuya have been best friends since childhood. One day, Dazai gets himself a girlfriend and Chuuya feels jealous. He then realises he has feelings for his best friend, but doesn’t want to confess. One night under the stars plus the influence of wine becomes one heated make out session. The two continue to have random make out sessions, but don’t think to put a label on their relationship. One school dance is what it took for Dazai to grow a pair and finally admit his feelings out loud.

“Empire of Dirt” by arkastadt

Artist Dazai's bored and lives in a mansion, Mechanic Chuuya's the mysterious garden boy working for his family, and fate brings them together over and over again only to rip them apart. (Super angsty major character death! You have been warned! EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW).

“They said the eyes are the windows to the soul.” by Aprusalve

5+1 fic of Kyouka as she observed Soukoku and tried to guess their relationship and one time she finally decided to ask.

“catch me once, catch me twice” by seedus

Chuuya gets stuck in an ability loop where he’s basically wiped out of existence and Dazai decides to become the Demon Prodigy once more to hunt down the ability user responsible for daring to target his dog and bring him back.

“Something More Than A One Night Stand” by ShireHorses

It was supposed to be a one night stand and nothing more. The last thing Dazai expected was to catch feelings for Chuuya. Much less hurt him so badly by saying the night they spent had meant nothing. It hadn’t mattered when Dazai had said that to all the previous women he’d slept with so why did it pain him so much to see Chuuya cry and act so cold? (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scenes).

“build a temple in me” by oursorrows

Dazai wants to surprise his husband, Chuuya, on their one year anniversary, and he can't help falling in love all over again. (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scene).

“Tempus Fugit” by Imabukuhoe

Teenage Soukoku time travel to a their future are in for the shock of their life as they witness many (good) things they never expected to happen in their lives- and that they’re gay for each other but we don’t talk about that just yet. (EXPLICIT Rated for NSFW scene! Cross posted on Wattpad as well! It’s angsty midway through but with a happy ending!).

“No Longer Human” by Wolf___Spirit

When a stranger starts stealing people's abilities, the ADA and the Port Mafia team up to figure it out. However, something goes wrong and Dazai loses his ability in the process. The big problem? His ability not only nullified the abilities of others, but also his own emotions. And now, for the first time in his life, Dazai has emotions, chaotic and in turmoil. In the midst of this identity crisis, Dazai sets out to explore the world with Chuuya as his grumpy bodyguard, only to discover that he has never felt so...alive. And then they find out that if they don't find a way to give him back his ability, Dazai will die within two weeks. In a race against time, chaos ensues.

“Twisted Ties” by Cutie_4Me

Serial Killer Chuuya tries to hunt down his stalker who's been stalking him by breaking into his apartment only to be met with an unexpected and (un)pleasant surprise. (Yes- I’m shamelessly promoting my own fic)

"Backstage Pass" by the_most_unhappy

When world-famous violinist Dazai Osamu announces his early retirement, a part of him is sure he will never love music again. He’s in his twenties, but he’s already tired of everything. Meanwhile, up-and-coming frontman Nakahara Chuuya is everything Dazai is not: reckless, smug, and a rockstar. They’re total opposites. They could never fall in love, right? (Implied Sexual Content But Nothing Explicit)

"More like a crash" by Jickas

Chuuya loses his memory and Dazai decides this will be a great opportunity to mess with him. But what happens when he goes a little too far and old feelings begin to resurface?

"Everything or Nothing" by Wellthathappened (Cataclysmic_Calamity)

College AU where Chuuya finds out that the boy he drunkenly made out with the night of orientation is his new roommate. His arrogant, smug, very straight roommate. And the boys are each convinced the other is trying to ruin their life by making them go absolutely insane. But of course, things don't go as planned and they somehow ended up with the typical fuck buddies arrangement. Feelings become more complex and they both soon find that the other is hiding something, a secret that could very much rupture everything in their relationship. (EXPLICIT Rated for multiple NSFW scenes and sexual exploration).

^Based off the song 'Everything or Nothing' by Picture This.

"Lost in Translation (Found in Love)" by archerwrites

Dazai is convinced (forced) to join his friends for a year spent in Paris, and he doesn't know a word of French. Chuuya is just hoping to get through school without any strange encounters, and he doesn't know a word of Japanese. They collide (literally) and the situation devolves from there. They figure it out. Falling in love in Paris is a very romantic cliche, after all. Even if there's a language barrier between them.

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sparrowrye · 1 month

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 24

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 24: a relationship?

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"I'm sorry, sir. We can't pinpoint him. My guess is he's mobile." Caloh Warlock stood with his hands respectfully behind his back in front of Alastor, who remained seated in one of the chairs by the fireplace. His legs were crossed, a thoughtful hand on his cheek, and his cane upright beside his leg. He tapped the metal cover, agitated.

"One can't be mobile if he requires a factory." His eyes narrowed on the owned soul. He knew it wasn't Caloh's fault that Blackwater was hard to find, but that didn't stop the growing anger and anxiety boiling in his chest.

Caloh was the type of Demon that had a strange inhuman appearance. His entire head was a motorcycle helmet with a single eye blinking through the visor. He met the Demon back in 2016 when he nearly died on the side of the road. Alastor had taken the opportunity to secure another soul deal. He offered to save the dying man's life in exchange for his soul for the rest of eternity. Once the Great Collapse happened, he left the man alone to do what he wanted, only calling upon his services after the incident with Blackwater.

Caloh had spent weeks trying to track down Blackwater. The man was too evasive, never staying in the spot people claimed he was in. His inventions were still being mass produced, somehow, as if one of his major factories hadn't been swallowed into the earth. He didn't necessarily mind being brought under Alastor after so long, but he did mind the anger and condescending nature his master casted in his direction during every interaction.

He was abruptly pulled down to his knees, hands slamming into the wood floor as Alastor stood from the chair. Caloh leaned back on his heels as Alastor approached, refusing to stop until the tip of his boot hit the soul's knees. He slowly bent at the waist so his red eyes could bore into Caloh's single one.

"I don't want you to ask or find him," Alastor's teeth snapped dangerously close to his face, "I want you to hunt him down. I want to look through your eyes and see a man screaming and begging for his life until he gives you Blackwater's exact location." He paused, eyes searching Caloh's worried one through the helmet. "Prove your usefulness to me." He let Caloh hear the cries and screams of souls who no longer had their body, of souls who were damned for eternity until Alastor, himself, passed onto whatever was next for him.

"Of course...sir."

Alastor snapped back up with a wide grin. "Excellent! I expect to hear from you soon, then." He stepped back without looking and settled down in the chair again, antlers shrinking to their normal size.

Caloh swallowed despite his dry throat and slowly got to his feet. He gave a bow of his covered head before leaving the dark, ancient house. Alastor turned the radio back on to a quiet, somewhat lively tune and lost himself in his thoughts. His contacts were frequently updating him on Blackwater's movements or anything related to the man.

Blackwater seemed like a ghost, never fully there but never fully gone. His factories were being destroyed by other Overlords and yet his inventions were still streaming out to the public. He was becoming a big name and, according to Charlie, Lucifer was still dealing with more and more Demons coming into Hell. He tried to send them over to the haven but those who didn't live in the unclaimed territory were happy in their secured portion of Hell.

His darling was also being plagued by the man. Every time their minds melted together, he would get a brief memory of the man and the fear that was associated with it. It didn't help that you were always asking him, at least once every day, if he had found him yet. You always looked so deflated and worried when he said he hadn't.

"I need to rid this man," he growled aloud, abruptly standing up and moving into the library. He begun pacing around the cold room. He wanted more than anything to wrench the man's soul out of his body and stretch it across his radio frequencies. The pain and fear would taste wonderfully and maybe even his love would enjoy it. He wished dearly to see you come into your full Demon nature. You had so much potential, so much power, but your caring nature and traumatic past were preventing you. He remembered the struggle of unwrapping your curse when you first met four years ago.

His ear twitched when the front door open. He instantly recognized Reagan's voice as she called his darling's name. He took a few steps forward to look into the living room where Reagan stood. Her eyes locked on him and her body frozen.

"I'm afraid she's out at the moment," he told her, his smile feeling strained and fake in front of the teenager.

"Doing what?" She sounded skeptical. She always did around him. She had become an annoying thorn in his side, much like how her adoptive mother had been with him years ago.

"She is having tea with a friend of ours in Hell," he replied.

"I'll come back later, then." She went to the door but he spoke before she turned the handle.

"Perhaps you'd like to wait here. I suspect she'll return soon."

"And stay with you?"

His smile turned into a slight snarl. He couldn't understand how his darling and this teenager became so close. He couldn't understand why you even wanted to spend any time with such young folk. They were infuriating. It wasn't just his own preference, as he noticed. Many other adults in the haven didn't particularly like teenagers.

"She doesn't mind my company much." He pinched his claws together and examined them, sending a sideways glance in her direction.

"She should."

The nerve of this child.

"Why do you say that?" He moved swiftly into the living room and sat himself back in the seat by the fireplace. "You shouldn't judge someone by the rumors and tales spun by others."

Oh the irony of his very own words. It was thanks to the rumors and tales of others that his name became so feared so quickly in both realms.

"I'm not. I'm judging you from what she's told me." She let go of the handle and crossed her arms, facing him completely. While the two women weren't biologically related, he could see such resemblance. It was almost painful.

"And what has she told you?" His smile was a sneer in an effort to unset the young woman. He rested his cane on the arm rest and leaned his cheek into his clawed hand. He wanted to look relaxed and unbothered despite the burning questions in the back of his mind. How much and what exactly had the two of you been talking about in relation to him?

"Wouldn't you like to know," she growled.

"That is why I'm asking."

She rolled her eyes and finally opened the front door. "Ask her yourself."

"She cares for you," he said louder, catching her attention before she left. "You do not like me, that much is obvious, but I wish to...make amends? With you. I know it would bring her great joy to see us in each other's company."

Reagan thought for a long moment, eyes darting around and hand still on the door handle. After another moment of silence, she let out a strained sigh and closed the front door. Step one complete. Now, step two.

"Perhaps you can tell me why I bother you so?" He motioned to the chair across from him that you usually sat in. Reagan's eyes were like a snake's eyes, never leaving him as she sat down in the seat as rigid as ever.

"Well, you're the Radio Demon. What's there to even like?"

He chuckled at that. "It is a persona. One that keeps others from coming too close." He meant that physically and personally. "You are seeing the individual, now."

"I don't like the individual either. You terrorized my mo--you hurt her too."

He caught that phrase. My mother. Your relationship was significantly closer than he realized.

"According to dear Charlie, redemption is possible for everyone. I have been making steps to do just that."

"Like what? You're always touching her and I know you get more power when you do that."

Just how much had you revealed to this child? Why would you tell Reagan about the powers of the bond yet fail to tell her the actions he's taken to grow close with you? Were you embarrassed about the romantics? You were embarrassed for not knowing how to dance so surely that made sense, too. It made him feel better knowing that not everything was being shared with the teenager.

"A relationship is a complicated, thing," he started.

"Is that what it is?"

His one ear irked sideways. "Sounds as though you may need to ask her again how she feels about me. We have grown close despite the difficulties we both present."

"Sounds like stockholm syndrome."

A breath of silence. "How do you know what that means?"

"I'm eighteen."

"That explains nothing."

"I overheard someone say it and looked it up."

"You don't have a device to do such a thing."

"I asked Charlie for her phone."

Of course. He needed to talk to dear Charlie about that.

"Since the construction of the haven began, she has had an immense amount of freedom and has chosen to stay with me." He folded his claws in his lap and held them painfully tight. "She could have stayed with anyone in the haven, still can," he insisted, "but she chooses to remain up here with me."

He felt you touch his mind through the bond. He reached out and teleported you back to the cliffside.

"You're the Radio Demon. You can manipulate anyone."

He stood up and fixed his bow tie, grabbing his cane as he did so. "Perhaps you will come to see that I don't wish to manipulate everyone I come across. For now, you ought to speak with her more often about our relationship." He looked to the kitchen door before you walked in.

You greeted him with a smile, turning his own more genuine. He extended his hand and felt the warmth of your palm when you took it. He had planned to give you a kiss as a greeting but you noticed Reagan before he could. Instead, he resorted to a kiss on the top of your head by your lovely horns. He forced himself not to look at Reagan so as not to give in to her suspects.

The two of you talked briefly, agreeing to eat dinner together tomorrow evening. Reagan casted an unamused look in his direction before leaving the house. He let out a heavy sigh as soon as the door shut.

"What on earth happened?" you asked, "You two never talk."

"I had attempted common ground. She wasn't...overly receptive," he told you.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

He bent down and finally stole a soft kiss. You laughed as you pulled away, letting him wrap an arm around your back. You were always so warm and folded perfectly into his side. He half listened as you talked about your conversation with Rosie, allowing him to lead you up the stairs to the shared room.

Since the two of you had grown close, you had a habit of pacing when you were in deep thought, your tail whisking behind you gracefully and your claws tapping on the wood and rug. You were the only one who he could listen to for hours.

He watched you go on about more ideas for the haven that Rosie had sparked in that mind of yours as he undid his bow tie and shed his red coat. He smiled over his shoulder when your words slowed. That particular movement of his never failed to make you falter, especially now that you had discovered his wretched tail.

He sat on the window seat with one leg up and his arm draping across it. You were quick to finish your train of thought, hands clasped firmly together in nervousness, and went silent in an effort to make him speak. For a few moments he watched you struggle, toe claws tapping the floor and tail swishing across the rug.

Finally, he relented and held out his hand for you to take. You walked over and let him pull you down with your back against his chest. He loved feeling your warmth and magic seep into his lungs. It felt like you were giving him more life. He wrapped his arms around your torso and smiled at the feeling of your hands gently hanging onto him. You shrank your horns so as not to hurt him and he planted a kiss on the top of your head as a thank you. He then rubbed his cheek against your smooth, soft hair.

"What's wrong?" you asked.

So perceptive. When had you gotten so good at reading him?

"I have been quite...forceful, haven't I?" he asked slowly, afraid to hear the answer.

"What do you mean?"

"I have...I want to allow you the ability to choose. I do not wish to take control of our...relationship." He worried you might react the same way to that word as Reagan had.

There was a spike of mixed nervousness and excitement from you. He let you touch his mind but he didn't want you to see his memory of the conversation with the teenager. You pressed further against him and tilted your head back so your closed eyes could lean against his neck. He noted a rabbit trail thought of yours. You liked when he was sitting because it lessened the height gap between you two. After all, he was mostly just legs.

"We might've had a rough start but...I do want to be close with you." You moved a hand to gently rest on top of one of his black claws.

"You are allowed to feel otherwise," he insisted.

"Thank you," you mimicked him, rubbing your face into his neck and sending more warmth through his body, "but I'd like to."

His eyes looked over your figure. Just over a year ago he would've hissed at your touch. A year ago he would've laughed at Rosie's statement of love. Only two years ago you had been at each other's throat and causing all kinds of headaches for him.

After centuries of being alone, of meeting shallow women, you had snaked your way under his skin and into his heart. How had he even let this happen? How had he even gotten to this point? He was the Radio Demon. Yet here he was trying to convince you, and himself, that you had a choice to be close with him.

How have I fallen so hard for you?

Your ear perked up and pulled your face away. "What did you just say?"

"I didn't."

You tilted your head back so your eyes could meet, both pairs jumping between each other, each trying to decipher what had just happened.

Surely you cannot hear me.

"That!" You made a slight jump in his arms. His one ear fell to the side.

This isn't real. He heard your voice without your mouth moving.

It appears it may very well be real, he answered through his own thoughts.

"Whoah..." you said aloud.

"Our bond has grown stronger." He felt the doubts in the back of his head disappear at the realization, but there seemed to be some bubbling in your own.

"I didn't think...can soulmates do that?"

"Some," he nodded his head. He searched your face and mind for fear, for resentment, for disappointment. Over a year ago you had been determined to keep him from sharing such a connection with you. Did you still feel that way? Doubts were one thing but what would happen if they solidified?

He felt your nervousness, though he didn't ever not feel that from you, but he wondered if it was because you worried what he would hear. What was there to be afraid of? He had already seen all your memories since the start of everything. Were you worried he was manipulating you? That had been a point you had stressed so many times when everything started.

Then he felt it. You wrapped your mind around his. He felt you search through some of his wide array of memories and through his feelings. He tried to push you out, surprised and angry at such an act, but for the first time ever he couldn't. He felt your presence pushing against him and drawing deep feelings from his chest.

He sucked in cool air when you finally pulled out of his mind. His ears pinned back against his head as he opened his mouth to scold you. Instead, you twisted your body and came up on your knees to connect your lips with his, a single clawed hand pressed just beneath his neck on his collarbone. You were pushing him hard into the wall.

He reached up and pulled on one of your horns to break the kiss, smile strained. "Darling why did you search--"

"I like you," you interrupted. He fell silent. His ears went back up. "I haven't ever been...close or in a relationship with anyone before you, but...we're soulmates for a reason, right?"

You pulled him into your mind and let him look through your memories, watching the conversation with Rosie only an hour before. They had talked about him. In depth. His anger melted away as quickly as it had arrived.

You're not manipulating me right? Your thought echoed in his head.

No, my darling.

Based on your reaction, he guessed you hadn't meant for that train of thought to reach him. He wondered about the limitations this new power and skill held, but that would come later.

He brushed the back of his fingers across your cheek like he always did. Now he understood why you had so blatantly went through his mind. You were searching for his true thoughts and feelings. You were trying to make sure he was being honest. Quite frankly, nowadays, he wasn't sure how to be dishonest with you.

I am infatuated with you. Enamored. Smitten. Dare I say recklessly in love with you.

In love? You sat back on your ankles, tail wrapping around your waist, so you could face him completely. He still had one leg up on the seat and the other over the edge.

"Yes my dear," he said aloud, "in love. I don't do shallow things. Much too trifling." He waved the word off with his hand, earning a small quirk of a smile on your lips. He wanted to kiss you again. "Would you consider yourself in love?"

"I uh...I suppose?"

"Why is it a question?" He rested his arm on his bent knee and noticed your pupils widen.

Ah. So that's what was happening.

He tried blending with your mind again but you were keeping him in the midst between shallow and deep waters. You were trying to hide it. Your mind was in two vastly different places at once. He wanted to exploit that further.

"I just...I've read the novels about love but I hear the teenagers and friends talk about liking someone first. I'm not sure what the difference is."

His smile turned into a grin. He reached out with his other hand to gently rest your chin on his red claw. "One is fleeting, one is deep. The latter is a commitment." He paused, eyes scanning your body for more hints. You were good at hiding it in that way but your eyes and guarded mind were telling more. "One elicits small gestures. The other...well..." His own heart was punching the inside of his chest. "Well, the other is a bit different."

His hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. He wrapped his arm around your back to pull you flush against him, hands on his chest and grabbing at the red button up. He loved the feeling of your hands on his chest and he wished right there that you had the confidence to undo one of those black buttons.

Though he settled for the glorious way you shifted your body so you could lean into his arm and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Finally you opened your mind to him and he searched. You had the same burning sensation in your chest as he did and your hands were sweaty from nervousness. He could practically hear the things you wanted to do.

He had never felt the urges others had to be sweaty and physically intimate with each other. He very well understood the reasoning but never felt the desire himself. Now, his mind was beginning to wander, exploring the new topic.

His hands began to explore, too, moving down your back to settle on your hips then up your sides. Surely your skin there was just as soft and smooth as the skin on your cheeks. What would happen if you two went all the way? Could he even lead properly? He didn't believe he was experienced or at least knowledgable enough about it to do anything like it.

But he was just oh so curious. His thumbs found the edge of your shirt and slipped underneath to feel that soft skin.

Your eyes snapped open and you shoved away, knocking his head painfully hard against the wood. He let out a hiss as you scrambled back, wings sprouting from your back to wrap around your body. His smile faltered in the only way it could, the corners flatlining and his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His hand remained frozen in an outreach, unsure of what had just happened.

He gently brushed against your mind but you had blocked him out completely. It left him feeling aggressively cold and he had to increase his body temperature to keep himself from shivering. His chest pinched tightly as you refused to open your mind to him again.

"I overstepped." It was both a question and a statement.

"I don't...know." You were still wrapped in your wings and...were you shaking? Yes, you were definitely shaking. Your face was a tell tale sign enough. He could taste the edges of fear that still lingered from your previous contact.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He put both legs over the edge of the seat, eyes never leaving you. He noticed that you were refusing to look him in the eyes. You were watching him carefully, fearfully, like you had four years ago when he first brought you to the house.

"It wasn't...on purpose. I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" He tilted his head to the side, finally getting eye contact for a quick glance.

"For...reacting like that." You stared at the closed curtains, eyes picking something and sticking to it. He wasn't sure how to fix what had just happened. He didn't even know why it had happened. Everything seemed fine up until that last second.

"It is getting late, my darling." He tried changing the subject, trying to move on. "Perhaps it is time for our routine?" He snapped his fingers to make the usual items reveal themselves on the bed, your novel and his abstracts. You dared a glance at what he had done with his magic and he felt your guard thinning. "Why don't you get dressed? You may be feeling restless from overworking yourself."

You nodded, slowly unraveling yourself and leaving the room to change into your nightly outfit. He feared you would not return, stretching his mind out and wrapping around yours at a wide distance. He was trying to be welcoming, inviting, and just hoping that you would return to his room to spend the night with him again.

To his great relief, you did.

There was a heavy silence between you two for a long time. He tried to focus on writing his abstracts but failed miserably. He just wanted to know why you had reacted the way you did. Was it something he had done? He could taste a memory on the tip of his tongue but you had pulled away too soon for him to get the full extent of it. Had he triggered a bad memory?

Then it clicked.

When you first unraveled your curse, you had gone through a wretched memory. You had been attacked in one of your cages when you were a teenager. He remembered trying to convince you to kill the man who had ruined you but you had still been so skeptical of him at the time. Had ending the man's life not been enough to overcome such a memory? Obviously not.

His ears fell and his smile pinched into his check. He hadn't meant to trigger that memory or overstep a boundary. He hadn't meant to elicit such a fear from his own actions on you. You were a puzzle piece, for sure, with lots more work to be done. Guilt gnawed at his throat and he wished for a way to make you feel better, to apologize. He wasn't very good at those.

You noticed his ears and the stillness of his pen. "I'm sorry."

"What for, my dear?" He waited a moment before slowly turning his head to look. He didn't want to make any sudden movements.

"For reacting like that."

"You have already apologized for that, darling."

"Right." You went back to your novel.

He inwardly groaned. He was very bad at this.

"I suppose an apology from me is in order," he tried, removing his glasses, "I hadn't meant to scare you in such a way."

Finally, finally, he felt your guard fall completely. He slowly pressed his mind closer to yours until you metaphorically hooked a single claw on his mind. Apologies worked. Of course they did. The one thing he hated doing.

"Thank you." You moved over to rest your head on his shoulder. He shifted lower on the bed so it was more comfortable for you and placed a gentle kiss on your hair. You let out a wide yawn and he chuckled, drawing the book from your tired hands and dimming the lights and fireplace.

"I believe it is time for you to sleep," he mused kindly.

"What gave it away?" you teased with yet another yawn.

He laid down first and was surprised when you attached yourself to his side. Your tail wrapped around his leg and draped your arm over his chest. He planted another kiss on your forehead this time before you managed to snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. His own anxieties went out the window as your minds melted together perfectly.

His claws moved methodically along your back until he couldn't fight off the sleep either.

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Author's Note:

Alastor perspective! New OC - Caloh Warlock!

Happy Easter <3

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Going Straight to Hell

Posting these works from my AO3 here, for you all to enjoy, if that is your thing. I have not set up my 18+ taglist yet, so it is not on this post. If you want to be tagged in 18+ works, reply to my pinned post with a '+' after your reply, so I know. I will make an updated version of those to lists later :).

This is Alastor's POV! "Bound To Hell" is the other work, which is from the Reader's perspective, and will be posted shortly.

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Extremely dark, slightly manipulative Alastor, discussions of rape and child abuse, Demon deals, revenge, murder, and cannibalism. This is 18+!!! MINORS DNI. Seriously. Please.

Word Count: 7,887

They are curled up against the wall, tucked in the corner of their bed, when he finds them. They are mumbling and shivering. Their eyes are scrunched up tightly, and their hands are wrapped around their upper arms, knuckles white with the intense grip. He knows right away that, whatever has happened, has allowed him this possibility for victory. He, however, wants to know what called him to this place. It’s then that his ears finally catch what they are mumbling.

“Please,” their little voice cries. “Anyone. I need this to end. I need help.” A sob rips from their throat, and they ball their body up tighter. He watches as their blunt little nails scratch and pull at the skin on their arms. “Please just help me end it. I’ll do anything.”

He watches with interest as they suddenly stop, their body going rigid. They whip their head up, peering around the room, and he realizes; the little creature can sense him.

“Who’s there?” Their voice is softer than it was when they were begging, but the anguish isn’t tainting it any longer.

‘Interesting,’ he thinks to himself. He looks around the room. He can’t physically manifest without them calling for him specifically, but he can communicate with them. The room is rather small, with only a few select pieces of furniture. There is a dresser, their bed, and a little desk. On the desk, he recognizes a radio, although it looks a little different from the ones in his day. He snaps his fingers and the radio flickers to life, static booming from the little speakers.

The little thing on the bed jumps, clearly startled by the sudden burst of sound, but they don’t move.

“Hello?” They call. Their eyes flicker around the room more intensely, trying to catch sight of something, but he knows they won’t find anything.

He decides that it’s time to announce himself properly.

“HEL-”

They scream as he tries to greet them. “What the FUCK!”

They flatten themselves against the wall, breath coming to them rapidly. He should’ve seen that coming, but their interruption doesn’t annoy him any less regardless.

“Hello! Can I speak now?” He gives them a moment to take in where his voice is coming from. They hit the mark, their eyes narrowing as they stare at their little radio.

“Are you talking to me,” They ask, quietly. Their little hands scratch their knees, eyes wide and anxious. He’s sure with the low light of the room that they can’t see much, but they stare like they can.

“Ha! Of course, I’m talking to you!” He laughs at the expression on their face as they deflate. It looked like someone had cut their strings with the way they slackened. “I couldn't help but hear you calling for help, dear!”

They look skeptical for a moment, but they say nothing, just politely putting their hands into their lap.

“You seem to be having quite the problem, and I’d like to offer my services!” His voice warbles through the speakers, his volume nearly pushing them to their limits. The little human looks concerned, glancing over at their door as if they just realized how loud he was being. He didn’t want anything to ruin his chances, so he opted to lower his voice. “However, I can’t help you unless you call my name with the intention of making a deal. It’s the rules, unfortunately.”

A wry smile flits across their face. “Like Beetlejuice?”

“I have no idea what that is, my dear.” Modern humans and their strange references to things he has never heard of. Who would want juice made from bugs?

“Ah,” They mutter. They are quiet for a moment, the static from the radio being the only sound in the room.

“I don’t know what your name is,” They say some time later. They’re frowning, and he realizes that they will need more convincing.

“I’ll tell you in just a moment! Fret not!” He thinks through all the best approaches he could take. Intimidation wouldn’t work. They were still alive, and on top of that, from the tear tracks still etched into their face, it might push them too far. They didn’t look like they wanted anything extravagant, and he still had yet to find out what they were calling help for. He’d have to offer help vaguely, while trying to coax it out of them. “I just wanted to tell you that I could help you with whatever your problem might be, if only you called me. Nothing is too big or small.”

They turn their head away from the radio, glaring at the door that has remained steadfastly closed. Their little fists tightened, and something dark flashed across their face. He wanted to understand it, grasp at it and pull it back onto their face.

“What’s your name,” they ask. Their voice is a little louder now, filled with courage. That courage filling up their breast, and bolstering their words will be their downfall, he is sure.

“The name’s Alastor, darling! Who might I be speaking to?”

They frown. “Shouldn’t you know my name?” They cock their head and twist their hands together.

‘Aw, the little thing is all confused. Must think I’m something else. Time to correct that assumption.’ The static turns up a notch as his power settles over the room. “No, dear. I am a demon, straight from Hell, here to provide you my services!”

Dread drips down their face, slowly, and then all at once. Ha! He must be turning their little world upside down! He takes more time to observe their reaction, quite enjoying the way their little frame shakes and shivers. They look incredibly distraught, and although he has a guess as to why, he wants to hear it straight from them.

“Why the long face, dear?” He laughs, static popping and crackling as he does. He watches with satisfaction as tears drip down their face.

“I guess I should have known that if there was some higher power, they wouldn’t help me. Guess it would end up being some demon.” A bitter laugh rips from their throat, and they curl in on themself again.

Anger briefly ripples through Alastor as he stares at their weak little body. “I’m not just some demon, darling. I’m the Radio Demon! Powerful overlord of Pentagram City!” He tries to hold back some of his anger, but it leaks into his voice anyway. They pop their head up, and glare weakly.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” They shift, lying down on their side, clearly done with the conversation. “I’ll think about it. If you’re actually real, and not just some strange thing my mind made up to keep me here.”

“Well then! I will speak to you again, dear! Remember, just call my name with intention, and I’ll appear!” His voice filters through the speakers one last time, before he flicks his wrist, and it turns off. He watches the little human go still in their bed, eyes still wide open and staring at the empty space of their room. They are a strange thing, but he is sure that he will get them to make a deal. It is only a matter of time.

He’s sitting at Husker’s bar, trying to annoy him with jokes, when static tingles the back of his mind. It starts slow, so he tries to ignore it. “My dear man, what do you call a funny mountain?”

Husker glared, his tail swishing rapidly behind him. His ears were pinned back, and he was barely refraining from baring his teeth at Alastor. “How many times do I gotta tell you? Fuck off, and take yer stupid jokes with you.”

“Ha! No!” Alastor lets his grin widen as he leans in to tell the rest of the joke. However, the static turns into a harsh tug, and he is silenced. His eyebrows furrow, despite his smile staying put. What in Hell could have done that?

Husker chuckles to himself, popping the cap off a bottle. “Why so quiet? Cat got yer’-” Alastor doesn’t hear the rest of what he says as his form dissolves. He’s getting called! He should have remembered. The pesky little human was going to be fun, if it was them who called.

When his body puts itself back together again, he grins wickedly. The little creature he’d spoken to recently had indeed called on him. Their room is brighter this time, a little lamp on their desk turned on. They are also not on the bed this time, but on the floor, back to their closed door. Their eyes grow impossibly wide when they see him appear. Their hands grab onto the carpet, trying to keep themself from collapsing.

Alastor takes in the sight of them with a nasty grin. He feels empowered by the fear warping their features. He calls his microphone and spins it idly as he stares at them. The demon cocks his head, their little eyes tracking the movement, as if afraid he’ll disappear.

“You’re real,” they whisper, little voice cracking. With an act of courage that nearly impresses him, they crawl forward a bit before standing on thin, shaky legs.

“That I am, my dear!” He leans his body towards them, trying to see just how far their courage will go. He can see their chest stutter as they try to hold their ground. Alastor gets his face inches from theirs before they finally wince, backing up.

“Uh, sir, you smell real bad,” they say, face scrunched up. They have their hands up in a faux surrender, as if that would annoy him less.

“What?” He asks, static heavy in his voice. That was absolutely not what he had been expecting. Is that why they had backed up? There was no way! He had two feet on them, and on top of that a clearly demonic aura. It was absolutely not his smell.

“Yeah, sorry. You smell like an overripe corpse. It’s downright fowl.” They perch themself on their bed, pulling at a loose thread from a blue blanket. When they finally look back at him, they apologize. “Right, uh, sorry. Meant to introduce myself, but that really threw me off track. Hi.” They tell him their name, hand lightly waving.

He repeats their name back to them with a flourish of his mic. “Well, hello to you too! I was quite hoping you’d call on me, and now here we are!” His grin widens, his malicious intent leaking into it. “Are you ready to make a deal?”

They shake their head, mind clearly made up. “No, I wanted to-”

His anger at being bothered for nothing causes him to overreact, something that hadn't happened in Hell for quite some time. Shadows lick at the edges of the room, and the lamps’ light seems to fail to diffuse into the room. His own shadow extends, it’s head crawling across the ceiling and looming over the little human. Alastor’s form warps and twists, bones cracking as he grows even larger, antlers extending several feet. He looms over the little human, and he watches as they promptly burst into tears. As his maw opens, he realizes that he might have just ruined his chances for their soul. His form immediately dissipates as he takes control of himself again.

“Oh dear, I hadn’t meant to frighten you! Merely lost some of my self-control, there, dearest!” He forces some extra joviality into his tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere. He finally takes stock of them, and realizes he might have indeed pushed it too far. They are all the way on the bed, back against the wall, fat tears falling down their cheeks. They have a blanket in their hands, covering up their legs, as if it would protect them from him.

He places his hands behind his back, trying to think of a way to get everything back to where it was before. Alastor cocks his head, his ears tilting just slightly in their direction as he opens his mouth-

“I’m sorry,” they mumble. They are looking at his shoes, too scared to look in his eyes. “I just wanted to know how a deal would work, so I could make one with all the information I needed.”

Alastor internally winces, feeling a little jingle-brained. He should have realized. Humans like to know the details sometimes, and he should be glad! It meant that they were smarter than average. He’d get use out of their pathetic little soul. He spots the chair pushed into their little desk, and decides to take a seat, if only to calm the tension in the room. With a wave of his hand, the chair pulls back, and he takes a seat.

“Sorry, darling! Hadn’t meant to give you the heebie-jeebies. I got a little ahead of myself!” He props his head up with one hand under his chin, his other hand twirling his microphone stand. “Do you have questions? You can ask away!”

They seem to calm down a modicum, letting the blanket go. “What… what do I have to give you, in a deal?” The look on their face tells him they already know, but they still ask. Alastor loves it! This brave little thing, providing him with such a need to laugh!

He leans forwards, his eyes hooded as his grin grows hungry. “Your soul. And because you’re still living, your life as well, depending on what you want. Your soul would be mine for eternity, and you would serve me in Hell.”

They don’t seem shocked, only resignation shaping their expression. Such a strange thing to see. He wanted to pry open their skull and know all the reasons why. His claws itched at the thought of taking their life. He’d drench himself in their blood, gorge himself on-

“I was going to kill myself anyway, so you can have it.” Their voice is flat, and their eyes are glassy. The thought is entertaining, but the look on their face isn’t. He much prefers expression! He wants drama, and passion!

“Oh, were you?” He goads, his hands flexing as he watches their eyes shift to him. They hold his gaze steady.

“Yes. No matter what happens, I’ll end up dead. If I do it this way, it’s on my own terms.” Then it happens again, something dark floods their face. Alastor feels something like glee fill up his chest. Whoever they’re thinking about is sure to suffer if the little human is given the chance. Oh, this he must see.

“Well, do tell! You can’t just leave me with that! Tell me what’s in that noodle of yours!” He swings his microphone stand to point at them. “Come on!”

They sigh, the dark look leaving. “Fine. I need you to tell me what you can do, first. What are the limits to this deal?”

He hums, trying to seem like he’s really thinking about it. There’s plenty he can do, even more in Hell than on Earth, but there’s still plenty. “I can do near anything, dear! Anything your little heart desires can be yours!”

They nod, and then they huff. “Fine. I’ll tell you what my problem is, and then I’m gonna tell you exactly what I hope to get out of this.” They sit up straighter, glaring at him as they do, and cross their arms. “It ain’t pretty, though, so don’t go blaming me if you get bored or grossed out by details.” They sneer at him, clearly trying to delay telling him.

“Oh darling, I promise I have seen and heard much worse. Worry not, your little head!” His grin widens, his teeth clenching together in anticipation. Their little sob story will provide him with just the right ammunition to pull them into a deal that definitely benefits him more.

Their eyes close, and he watches with delight as their eyes fill with despair.

“There is a man in my house that I have had the displeasure of living with for several years. I was thirteen when my mom met him.” Their eyes glaze over, and they’re scratching at their arms again. “He was nice at first, and he was good for my mom. She had been distraught when my dad died. I was the adult in the house for a little while, and then she met Ric- Richard. He had been really nice at first. He helped around the house. He got my mom into therapy. Encouraged me in my classes. He made it clear he wasn’t trying to replace my dad, but he was good for a while. My mom loved him. They got married. He adopted me some time after that. Things were good.”

Their eyes open, and flick to him, and he sees it. There are flames dancing in their eyes. Hell is raging in them, and they desperately want it out. Alastor’s chest tingles, and his hands itch. His excitement fills his whole body up as he watches their every little move. He’s waiting for the rest of their sordid tale with verve.

“The first time he touched me, I was fourteen. Mom was over at the hospital with grandma overnight. I was home with Ri- Richard alone. It was the first time it had happened. I was in the kitchen, reaching for something in a cabinet, and he came up behind me. He grabbed my ass, and squeezed hard. I remember being too shocked to really say anything. I just stumbled back, watching him as he laughed it off. He didn’t apologize, just said he hadn’t meant to.

“I spent a couple of days trying to decide if I should tell my mom. I didn’t get the chance. She got into a car accident leaving work. Died before we could even get to the hospital.”

A bitter laugh wracks their body as they watch him. “Wanna guess who I got stuck with, because this motherfucker adopted me?”

Alastor’s elation had been slowly dying down as he realized what would in fact occur in their story. His smile had stayed, but the fervor in which it had grown ebbed away. He had always hated the disgusting, revolting act of rape. He had taken great pleasure in ripping apart the bodies of rapists back in the good old days. Part of Alastor wondered if he’d get to enjoy taking part in the act again. Still, he listened on to their story, trying to hide his shifting thoughts.

“Yeah. You can imagine that I’d get to properly mourn my mother, but I never got the chance. He’d crept into my bed that night, using his tears against me.” They gesture at themself. “I’m small, you know? I’ve been about this height since I was thirteen. Five feet and two inches. I’ve got nothing on him, especially because at the time my weight was dwindling because of stress. You can imagine how damn easy it would be to toss me around like a rag doll.”

Alastor could very easily imagine it. They were quite small, even for human adults. He could wrap one of his hands clear around their little neck, maybe even their little waist. It’d be easy to throw them, so an adult man wouldn’t have too much trouble either. Alastor stopped his thoughts. He didn’t want to think further on it.

“He’s raped me, many, many times. I haven’t experienced a kind touch that wasn’t to trick me since my mom was alive. The motherFUCKER-” They sit up on their knees, hand falling forward to clutch the edge of their bed. They have a deranged look in their eyes, and it draws Alastor’s attention. They pant, a growl rumbling in their throat. “Has stopped me from going to school many times, so I couldn’t show up hurt. Then that fucking VIRUS happened, and no one could see what was happening to me. I was trapped. Now that things are fine again, I should be able to leave and get a job, but he’s trapping me here. I’m stuck!”

They let out a guttural yell, rolling off the bed and onto their feet. Their hands wave about them as they keep yelling. “He’s DESTROYED me. He’s taken and taken and taken from me! I’m fucking done.” They stop the pacing they had been doing for a moment, and look Alastor straight in the eyes. “I want to keep him from ever doing anything to anyone else. The justice system won’t fucking work. It never does! I want to rip his fucking heart from his chest while he watches. I want to make him beg, and scream like he’s done to me. I want to tear him to pieces over and over and-”

They collapse, tears drenching their face as they sob. He watches them pull at their hair, tugging at the soft locks harshly. Alastor, senses the opportunity, and with his head swirling with too many thoughts, gets down from the chair. He crouches beside them, taking one of their wrists in his hand softly. “Oh, do stop that, dear. You mustn’t do that. You want to look your best when we send you off to slaughter the man, don’t you?”

His voice sounds nearly soft, and it makes him want to gag. It wasn’t a lie that he thought they should stop ripping at their hair. He was going to make them look their best when they took revenge, and he couldn’t do that if they were missing a chunk of hair. He also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed their anger and the description of how they wanted to brutalize that slimy excuse of a human being. The thought of this tiny human, drenched in the blood of another, a satisfied grin on their face makes his chest squirm. What a delightful idea. He can imagine the look in their eyes now-

“Do you think I’d go to Heaven if I didn’t do it?” They ask, their sad, pathetic eyes watching him. His smile shifts. He can only push them not to consider abandoning their wish to kill the man. He doesn’t want them to abandon it, lest he lose his chance for a deal. He can’t force their hand, however. Working with someone still mortal makes it plenty difficult. He hated having his options limited.

“I am unsure, dear. Who knows why one gets to Heaven? There are plenty of sinners in Hell for the littlest of things. I want you to know, though, you sure won’t get to Heaven if you kill yourself!” He laughs, and it makes them glare at him, albeit weakly. He stands up, looking down at the woeful little heap on the floor. “You said you wanted him dead, darling! Now is your chance! Imagine all the other little boys and girls he’ll hurt if you let him live.”

Their eyes widen, and their little mouth open into a sad pout. It was a low-blow for sure, but it seemed to be just enough to push them forwards. He watches with deep pleasure as their expression hardens and they nod. He offers his hand to help them up, and they excerpt if, if only a little hesitant.

He tries to ignore how warm their little hand is, and how easily his sharp claws could tear through the thin barrier between him and their blood. “Now, are you ready to make a deal?”

They sigh, their shoulders dropping as they avoid his eyes. “Not today. I need some time to think about everything. Can you tell me what Hell is like? So I can get an idea of what I’m headed towards.”

Part of him was annoyed, but the rest was happy to see them looking for more information. A smart little soul that knows how to make a deal. He could already see them acclimating to Hell. Once they got their revenge, he could push them to seek more violence in Hell. Alastor was excited at the prospect of awakening their desire for violence, and seeing them covered in gore.

“Now that is a fun topic! Hell is full of vicious sinners; the worst of the worst! And just about everyone else too! Ha ha!” He laughs, thinking of how many pathetic little souls fall to Hell without a single idea of what they had done wrong. “There’s plenty of suffering! People out on the streets stabbing each other! Swindling each other out of everything they have! There’s even cannibals!”

They make a grossed out face, their nose scrunching softly. “Ew. That mean Dahmer’s down there?”

Alastor feels a tiny bit offended at their disgust with cannibals but responds to their little question anyway. “I do believe he has his own little picture show! I wouldn’t know. I find that drivel terribly boring.”

They snort, shaking their head at him. “You talk like an old man, demon.” They finally sit themself back on their bed, curling their legs beneath them, and covering themself in a blanket. “What else is there? You said it was a city?”

“Oh yes! There are other overlords, like myself, who run different parts of the city and of that ring of Hell. Sinners, mortal souls like you and me, reside in the topmost layer of Hell. People have entire lives there; houses, jobs, and all that fun! And then once a year the angels descend to slaughter whatever riffraff they can find on the street! And poof! Gone forever! It’s quite fun to watch.” He sits down in the chair, gesturing with his mic stand. The last extermination day had brought him the joy of the hotel, although they only had four months left to go to the next, he was quite excited.

They groan, tipping their head back, and all his eyes can focus on is the expanse of their thin neck as they move. Part of him deeply wants to sink his teeth into it, see how much of it they can take before their pretty, little voice cuts out forever, the rest of him just wants a tiny piece of them, and yet all of him does nothing. One of his claws scratches idly at the bottom of his microphone. He needs to keep his focus.

“There’s fucking capitalism in Hell? God dammit.” The grumpy look on their face makes him laugh again.

“Exactly, darling! God did damn it, and so it’s in Hell! Ha ha!” His teeth clack together, and his jaw aches. He needs to rip into something when he gets back.

They roll their eyes, clearly getting comfortable. They wave their hand at him, asking, “So you think I’d have a terrible time there? Can I expect to get shivved at the first opportunity?”

“Well, if you made a deal with me, there’d be nothing to worry about, dear! I take care of the things that are mine. The only one you would need to worry about is good old me! Of course, you would only experience my bad-side if you dared to disobey, but you don’t seem the type.” His grin stretches across his face, wider than it had been the whole visit. The idea of punishing them makes him anxious, jittery. He couldn’t explain why it felt different, but it still left some excitement running through him, so he ignored it.

They hum, and then their eyes catch the little round clock on the wall. Their entire body goes rigid, before they sit up straight. “I need you to leave. I should be able to make a deal next time, but I need to figure out how to word it.” Their eyes shift to the door. The little brows on their face scrunch together, and he watches as their entire being seems to shift. They look nearly limp, like a doll, and he realizes what must be the reason.

“Oh! He’s coming home, isn’t he? Why don’t you make a deal now, and get it over with?” He craves their mouth forming the word ‘yes’, but they let him down.

“I can’t. I have to do this the right way. I’m giving you my eternal soul, for forever. I need to make sure I don’t regret it.” Their eyes are slowly losing their fire, and he watches them wave at him. “Bye.”

His eyebrows furrow and his smile narrows. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. “As you say, my dear. I expect you to call for me soon.” And in a flash of flames, he disappears from their room.

“Alastor!” The little princess exclaims when he appears in the lobby. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone all day!”

“Ah! I had some short-notice business with an associate of mine, unfortunately. I do apologize! I hope I haven’t caused a tizzy!” He laughs, and shifts his tone to sound sincere. The princess didn’t need to know that he was damning some poor lost soul. Oh, how angry she would be! Perhaps he’d get to see her little horns again! Always so much fun to see.

“Oh, that’s good! It really surprised us when you just ‘poofed’!” She mimics an explosion with her hands as she talks. “If you can let us know ahead of time, that would be great!”

Alastor nods amiably. “Of course, dear! Worry not, I’ll let you know! Speaking of which,” He twirls a bit, sending a wide grin at Husker, who is glaring at him from the bar. “I will have a meeting later this week. That will be last minute notice, so if I’m gone for a few hours later this week, that would be why. Worry not! I should be bringing a sweet, lost soul for you to help!”

Alastor turns his head so he can watch the excitement fill her large eyes. She predictably squeals, hopping on her toes a few times. “Really! Oh, yay! I can’t wait to meet them! Can you tell me anything about them? Oh! We should find out what their favorite food is! We can make it the day they come! Do you think-”

Alastor tunes Charlie out, humming to himself as he thinks on how he’ll need to prepare for their arrival. Although he is loath to admit it, a tiny part of him is just as excited to bring them to the hotel as Charlie is.

There it was again. That little tug that the call creates. Alastor was walking down the hallway, thinking of Charlie's plan to bring her father to the hotel, when it started. He could feel his excitement flare up again. It was time! Oh, what joy he would surely have today.

His body faded, and then he was there, standing in their tiny little room again. This time he focused on just how pathetically small they seemed. His ears scraped along the ceiling as he stalked towards them. Despite his looming, the little creature had a confident demeanor. Their arms were crossed, and they were dressed in actual clothing, this time! Not to his taste exactly, but better than the rags they had the last visit.

“Alastor,” They said, their voice firm. They kept their eyes directly on him, not shying or cowing away. At the call of his name, he bent down, putting his face as close as he could comfortably get.

“Yes, dear?” He felt such jubilation when they didn’t even flinch! What a creature! What a doll! He’d have so much fun with them, he was sure.

“I’m ready to make a deal. I’m allowed to set my own terms, right?” They narrowed their eyes, and propped their hands on their hips. “Because they’re going to be specific.”

“Ha ha! Of course, you can, dear! I will, of course, have my own as well!” He popped straight back up, swinging his microphone stand as he went. “Whatever could your little terms be?” He let static burst in his words, smirking down at the little human. He would surely get more out of this than them. Not much was worth more than a soul!

“I’ll have your protection in Hell, and you can’t harm me unless it’s earned. I also don’t want to be abandoned, or sequestered from others. If I get the opportunity to make friends at some point, I ask that you let me. I spent my entire life trapped, and I won’t take more of that in Hell. Well, other than you owning my soul. I’ll do as you tell me, but I just ask that you be reasonable.” They let out a breath, having rushed through their little speech.

Alastor feels a sliver of irritation. Such strange requests, and specific! Unluckily for them, there were always loopholes. They didn’t dictate what earning harm was, and reasonable? He could be reasonable, but it surely couldn't be on their little mortal level! Ha! What pathetic attempts to limit his power over them!

“Of course, dear! Not a problem! I, of course, will be having your soul at my beck and call. And! I was hoping to have what’s left of your body when you die! Haven’t had mortal flesh in quite some time. Ha!” He laughs a few times, enjoying the shock that floods their features. They look both disgusted and uncomfortable. Good. No one was allowed to just be comfortable with him!

“You can have Richard for sure, but,” they trail off, their eyes finally leaving him. One hand wraps itself around their throat, dragging his eyes to it. His teeth could surely cleave that little head of their right from their shoulders! He could feel the softness of their skin breaking beneath his teeth alre— he was getting carried away. “I don’t know about that. I don’t want my body to necessarily be a waste, but it’s taken a lot of abuse. I think it deserves some, I don’t know…”

“Hmm,” he hums, tapping his chin with one claw. “I suppose I could limit it to one bite! I'll take the rest from whatever you leave of Richard. Ha ha! I am just so sure that you will taste much better!” He grins fervently. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes. You can have my soul, and one bite. I get protection when the deed is done, as our terms dictate.” They offer their hand, eyes finally meeting his again.

His grin widens. Finally! Green flames spread from his hand as it reaches towards theirs. His symbols flare on the walls as their hands finally clasp. The little human grips strongly, shaking his hand twice, before letting go. They let out a small laugh, rubbing their chest over their heart for a brief moment.

“You’d think selling your soul would feel like something. Doesn’t even hurt.” They frown and laugh again. “Guess we ought to plan how I’m gonna do this, huh?”

He cocks his head, thinking about it for only a moment. “A knife should do the trick! Very personal, and I would love to see you covered in the carnage! Ha ha! It would be delightful!”

The little mortal nods twice, looking around their room. “I don’t have one, other than the kitchen knives, but he’s kept them locked up for a while now. Otherwise, I would have been gone by now.” They laugh at their own expense, grimacing.

“Worry not! I have just the one!” He held his hand out, and a dagger was conjured. It had a deep red handle, with an eye made from a ruby and gold set into the butt of the handle. The blade itself had a golden hue, symbols etched into the spine. “This should do the trick!”

The human takes the dagger softly, taking a moment to appreciate the finery they hold. They take a deep breath, and then clamp their hand around the handle solidly. Taking a step back, they slash at the air with a laugh.

“I thought it would be heavy, from the look of it. Glad to see it’s just the right weight.” They fiddle with it, nodding. “This will do. Now I just need to—”

They don’t get to finish their thought as a loud thud reverberates through the room. Their eyes widen, almost comically, and they whip their head to their door. They set the dagger on their desk, and glance at Alastor.

“You need to go, he can’t see you!” They take stock of their room, as if they mean to hide him.

“Oh, my dear! Worry not! You can just finish it now!” He can feel the way their whole body flinches at the volume of his voice. They keep glancing at the door.

“No! You don’t understand! He’s homie early, which means—”

There’s more thumping from the home beyond their door. They flinch with each one, pushing at Alastor lightly. “Please,” they whisper. “Hide. Something! Him coming home early is bad! Please!”

There are tears building in their eyes, and their voice cracks. Alastor isn’t sure what causes him to acquiesce, but he does, vanishing his physical form. He expects them to calm, but they only further stiffen up. He doesn't enjoy seeing them fear something that isn’t him. A little anger rises to the surface as he watches them cower their way to their bed. Alastor frowns as he realizes they’ve left the damned dagger on their desk. This Richard must be quite fearsome if he elicits more fear in the little human than The Radio Demon does.

Alastor gets his wish to see the monster in human skin when their bedroom door slams open. The man is taller than the little creature, but much shorter than Alastor himself. His dark hair is slightly receding, and shaved short. His eyes have bags beneath them, as if sleeping was foreign to him. Alastor wonders if the guilt of his sins is weighing on him, but figures not; pathetic slugs don’t feel guilt.

“Come here,” The man says, his voice gruff. Alastor watches on as they crawl off the bed, purposefully going as slow as they can. “Faster, you fucking twit!”

Richard grabs at their forearms, pushing their back up against the end of their bed. “Did you get a hold of my fucking phone last night? Huh?” He shakes them, as if trying to will the words from their mouth. “Answer me!”

“No, Rich- I swear. I didn’t-” The little human yelps as Richard pulls their hair. “I swear! I didn’t!”

Richard scoffs, pushing them further onto the bed. “Oh, you little bitch! You think lying is going to help you right now?” He crawls up after them, grabbing onto their ankle to stop their retreat. His grip looks crushing. Alastor watches as tears roll down his little human’s face. He wonders if they can even remember he’s there. “Marie asked after you. Kept mentioning that she was worried about you.”

The man was leering above them now, his hands on either side of their little head. Alastor felt revulsion swarming up his throat, as if he was going to throw up. His hands tingle and his head fills with static. He wants to kill the man, but he can’t. This act always disgusted him, and it only gets worse by actually seeing the deed occur.

Alastor watches as his little human pushes back against the man, trying to put s[ace between them. They fail, but a fake of pride exists in Alastor for their efforts. Richard finally puts himself too close. His hips grind against theirs, and anger swells on their face. Richard leaves his throat exposed for just a moment and—

Alastor explodes with joy. Their teeth latch around his neck, clamp, and they pull! He watches blood spray from the injury as they push the man off of them. They are screaming incomprehensible words as they force Richard to the floor.

Alastor watches, his whole body warm, as they grab the dagger, dodging Richard’s flailing on the floor. Their face is covered in blood, and he can see the red staining their bared teeth.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” They slam the dagger into Richard’s chest, their hands briefly struggling to pull it out again. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”

Fat tears roll down their face, and a bubble of snot pops from their nose. Blood splatters across their chest, arms, and all over the side of their bed. Alastor lets himself show up again, and revels in the little bit of fear bubbling up in Richard’s eyes. He can see the demon, good.

The little human, their hands covered in blood, can’t keep a grip on the blade. They sob angrily, and toss it to the side. Alastor has to step just to his right to avoid it hitting him. He watches with satisfaction as the little human grabs Richard’s throat in their tiny hands.

“I hate you,” They mutter, sitting up so they can press their weight onto his throat. “I’ll find you in Hell, you piece of shit.” Alastor watches them tighten their hands once more, and the man goes limp.

As soon as Richard is dead, the little human scuttles away from his body, collapsing onto the floor, sobs shaking their entire being. Alastor stares down at the remains of Richard, his grin nearly breaking his face. He feels warm, and light, almost as if he himself had done the deed. Seeing his little human covered in blood and viscera has his soul singing. What a wonderful thing to get to witness! He can’t wait to see what else he can get them to do.

Alastor turns to look at his prize, eyebrows furrowing at the way they are still sobbing. He crouches, offering a handkerchief from his pocket. They don’t notice, hand still clutching at their face. He watches their nails catch and tug at the skin there, only spreading more blood on their face.

“Oh, dear,” he says. He gently places his hand on their back, trying to get them to look up. It works, and satisfaction curls up in him. Their face is absolutely covered in blood, and there is more leaking from their mouth. A strange desire to taste it leaves him reeling for a moment. He shakes it off, and dangles the handkerchief in front of their face. “Feel free to clean your face, dearest. While you do that, do you know how you’d like to die?”

The bluntness of the question makes them laugh, and canned laughter plays. They make a strange face and shake their head. “Not really. I was going to go violently one way or another. I guess you can choose.”

Alastor pulls his hand from them, standing straight up. He offers to help them stand, and they accept it, shaky on their legs. They sway, just slightly, and he lets them use their grip on his hand to stay standing.

“I suppose it is time for me to take my due, dear! Just one bite, and then I’ll send you on your way.” They close their eyes, letting out a stuttering breath. When they open their eyes again, they nod, steadfast.

“Alright. This is gonna hurt, isn’t it?” They laugh to themself.

Alastor nods, serious. “That it will, my dear. But worry not! This is not the end, as you know. We are just getting started!” He laughs, and then wraps one hand around the back of their head. Their eyes widen, but they don’t resist as he pulls them to his chest. His other arm wraps around their waist, pulling them just barely off the ground. Their body is warm against his, and he can hear their heart beating rapidly. He takes a breath in through his nose, their sweet scent mixed with the blood of Richard. Alastor enjoys it, but he can’t quite place why.

“Are you ready, dear? If you relax, it will hurt less.” He doesn’t know why he tells them this, but they listen. He feels them go limp in his hold, breath slowing.

“Thank you, Alastor. See you on the other side.” They close their eyes, and Alastor hums to himself.

Show time!

He lets his maw open wide, and chooses the junction of their neck and shoulder as the best spot. His teeth latch for just a moment, before sinking deep into their flesh. He can feel them tense as they yelp, before going limp again. As he bites harder, his magic seeps into their skin, and their breath slows. When he finally hears their little heart start to stutter, he swallows the blood that has filled his mouth. When their heart stops, he clenches his teeth together, and rips the flesh in his mouth from their body.

Alastor lets his eyes flutter closed as he tastes them. They were much sweeter than he often preferred, but something heady followed it, and he found the whole thing quite wonderful. When he finally deigned to swallow, his eyes opened again, and he looked down at the corpse in his arms. Their body was slowly losing warmth, and blood was pouring from the gouge in their neck. He glanced around the room for a moment, and then decided to tuck them into their bed.

Alastor knew it was a waste, but he would heed this strange little wish of theirs. He tucked them into their bed, as if they had simply gone to sleep and not woken up. When it was done, he glared down at Richard. He would need to pack the body up to take with him. He would enjoy making use out of it. Perhaps he could find the sinner and make him watch the demon desecrate his dead body? That was a nice thought.

Alastor snapped his fingers, vanishing the corpse. He took one last look around the room, finding the dagger, and deciding he was done. With a nasty smile, Alastor fizzled out from the mortal realm.

Alastor arrives back in Hell at the base of his radio tower. He takes a brief glance around to orient himself, and then starts calling on their soul. He can feel the little chain tug, and he turns in the direction it leads him. It only takes him a few minutes to find the spot where they landed. Indeed, they are right where the chain placed them. He takes a moment to look at the heap crumpled in an alleyway. From the face, he is sure it is them. After a moment of deliberation, he kneels, and lifts them up in his arms. They are still ridiculously small, and it will be even more noticeable around other demons.

Alastor feels something twist at the realization of the form they have taken. They’re a lamb; fluffy tail and ears hang limply, and their hair replaced by a mop of white wool. Their skin is soft, and a dark gray. Around their soft, black nose and their mouth is a white patch of skin. A sheep for sure.

“Oh, dearest, you really were a lamb for the slaughter.” Alastor looks up, watching the sky slowly darken. Time to take them home. With his hands full, the both of them mold into the shadows, and they disappear. Only time would tell him how the deal would turn out for the two of them.

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Stop the World and Melt with You//Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

✨One minute, you're bawling your eyes out in 2023, and the next thing you know--you're at a gas station with guy named Eddie, in a town that feels stuck in the 80's. The thought of traveling back in time hasn't occurred to you yet; maybe because it's way more than that.

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✨Based in an alternative universe, I think the only triggers are that reader is terribly sad in the beginning and is having a hard time remembering things. Slow build. Mention of dad passing away. Word count: 2.9k

A/N: I'm not sure if I will turn this into a series, or if it will stay as a little weird piece floating in the ether 💕 (update: link to part 2 above)

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So, there you are, crying in your truck. Not that pretty kind of sniffling where a single tear runs down your cheek and your eyes glisten, but massive, snotty, choking sobs. Gasping, wailing, shoulders bouncing, wringing your hands on the steering wheel. You were crying so hard, you missed your exit. At least, you must have, because the exit numbers jumped from 12 to 14 in the time it took for you to wipe your eyes, mascara stinging, your throat raw. The song playing is full of hopeful love (Melt with You by Modern English) and you scream at the radio like a banshee, scrambling to turn it off.

You slow down and get over to the furthest lane, hands at 10 and 2, eyes squinting, ready to take that exit 15 to Empress Landing Road that your GPS keeps squawking about. The rain is coming down in sheets now, mirroring the tears that have run down your neck and soaked the collar of your gray sweatshirt. You approach the bend and take the exit, winding your way around to a two-way stop sign, and that’s when you lose all of the bars on your phone and a flat message cross the screen says: NO SIGNAL.

“What the hell,” you mutter to yourself, making sure no one is behind you before you reach over to grab your phone and bring it to your face for a closer look. No cell service and no wifi; perfect. Just what you were hoping for on this day of our lord, the worst day of your life. Not the actual worst, but close: when you lost your dad six months ago to cancer, that was the worst. It would all be a walk in the park from there for the rest of your life as far as bad days went.

You keep waiting for your phone to find it’s way back to the network, but you drive a couple miles and still nothing. The windshield wipers are flapping, and your head is throbbing to the beat. It doesn’t make you feel any better to look down and realize you’re almost out of gas and are about two minutes from coasting on Empty. You’ve got seven dollars in your wallet, but then there’s a couple hundred in your checking, and also the emergency credit card with an impressive $500 limit. All of that needs to be stretched out for another week until next payday.

Coming up on your left, you see a sign for “Gary’s Garage” right next to a double garage mechanics shop and a two pump gas station. You’re not sure if you have the luxury of pricing gallons of gas right now, with the way you’re about to be stuck on the side of the road, but out of habit, you check the prices on the sign anyway.

Wait...you try to focus your eyes, thinking maybe you’re seeing things, or perhaps one of the numbers on the sign had fallen off. There is no way gas is 5.7 cents a gallon, that’s insane. You figure maybe someone just put and extra zero in the front, so you hit your blinker and pull over your old truck bouncing down through a large puddle.

The rain shower lets up, thankfully, because there is no awning over where you need to pump your gas. You get out and pause at how old the gas tanks are. Nothing digital, all black and white flip numbers like on those old alarm clocks, and no where to pay outside. After looking at both of the tanks and scratching your head for a good minute or so, you turn to go inside when you see someone walking over from the garage.

He’s about your age, wearing dark gray coveralls that match the color of the overcast sky, long, curly dark hair tied back in a ponytail, and a blue banana on his head. He’s wiping is hands on a rag as his eyes widen at you, getting closer, close enough for you to see that his lips are soft and full, and his eyes are dark but kind.

“This way, follow me,” He tells you, motioning with a twitch of his head, cleaning down between the webs of his fingers as he goes.

You do as he says, in through the glass doors to a small space with two vending machines and a desk with an old fashioned cash register. You notice that the soda machine offers the drink TAB, which is a diet drink you haven’t seen around since you were just a kid. On the window sill behind him, there is a tiny black and white TV the size of a toaster with a vintage daytime soap opera on.

He reaches into a brown lunch sack on the window sill and puts a pretzel into his mouth. “How much do you want?” He asks, the pretzel drying up his mouth so he can’t enunciate as well. He grabs for an open can of Pepsi sitting near the TV to wash it down, and you can see that the creases on the skin of his hands seem to be stained with grease and dirt. “Sorry,” he apologizes. “I forgot to eat today.”

“It’s alright,” you see that the name on his coveralls reads: Eddie. “I just realized that I forgot to eat today, too,” you say, putting a hand on your stomach.

His tongue slips along his teeth under his lips to make sure there is no pretzel goo stuck behind as he looks at you, waiting for an answer to his question, but then he pulls a box of tissues out from under the counter and passes it to you.

“You’ve got…” he points to his eyes and makes a circle around one of them, and then points to you. “...from the rain probably but…”

Oh god, no. You realize that you never took a look at your face in the rear view before you got out of the truck. You’re so used to paying at the pump and getting the hell out of there without having to talk to anyone, you weren’t prepared to meet a cute guy in overalls.

“Um, thank you,” you say, self-consciously, sticking the tip of your tongue out to moisten the tissue so that you can wipe under your eyes. You look around and don’t see any type of reflective service to check and see if you got it all, but Eddie assures you:

“You got it,” he says with a wink. And then he stands there waiting, and you forgot what he asked you again, but finally…

“Gas! Right,” you look out at your truck, knowing what a gas guzzler she is. “Do you take debit cards?”

His forehead tightens, not sure he heard you correctly. “We take credit cards, sure.”

He reaches down to the same shelf where the tissue box had been and pulls out an archaic credit card machine that presses the credit card numbers onto the receipt with carbon paper. They haven’t been around in...20 years? Maybe more?

You wonder how this mom and pop, completely analogue service station, has been able to stay in business by keeping everything so simple. He sees that your hand trembles as you look through your wallet, realizing you don’t have the cash you thought you had, and then touching the credit card, trying to do the math in your head.

“We also take trade,” he tells you, matter-of-fact, tapping his finger on the wood table top, as if that’s another world wide form of modern currency.

“Trade?” Your mouth drops open a bit, your eyes shifting around, hoping he doesn’t mean sexual favors. But for him in particular, though, you might consider it.

“If...if you don’t have cash, I mean. You can just give me something in trade for the gas.”

You can’t tell if he’s serious or not. “I’m sure your boss wouldn’t like that.”

“How do you know I’m not the boss?” He asks, squaring his shoulders, crossing his arms at his chest, but then a little smirk pulls up one side of his mouth. Slowly, his smile widens, disarmingly, and it helps you to drop your guard.

“God, I’m having the worst day,” you confess to him on an exhale, your shoulders sinking, angry at yourself for feeling tears building in your eyes again. “You ever have one of those days when everything feels off and everything goes wrong?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. “I’d say that’s pretty much every other day for me,” he gestures around with his free hand, and then he steadies his eyes on you and nibbles at his lip.

You choke back a sob that is lingering in your throat.

“Listen, what about this,” he is making a little circle on the table with his finger as he talks. “What if I get your gas for you, and then you let me take you to dinner?”

Your head snaps up, your bloodshot eyes meeting his. “Like...a date?”

He shrugs. “Or, just two people eating together. Whichever sounds better to you, princess.”

You inadvertently make a sloshing sound in your throat, jerking back a small spasm of tears. “I have to...I have get back home.”

Eddie’s eyes look momentarily set with sadness, but then he blinks, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Where...where is home?” He asks you

You tilt your head as you try to remember, and it feels like trying to recall the colors of a marble lost down a dark well, never to be seen again. Was it red and green or blue and yellow? Did it have sparkles or was it clear with yellow speckles? You know there are so many possibilities in your brain somewhere, but you can’t find it.

“I..I don’t remember,” you cringe as you say it, placing your hand on your forehead to see if you have a temperature.

You snap your eyes up to his. “Hold on, just a second,” and then you pop open the snap on your wallet, your eyebrows knitting together as you turn it horizontally to grab your driver’s license.

“Wait, it should be right here,” you realize that that your ID isn’t in your wallet, neither are your credit cards or your cash. You spread the folds of your wallet open and shake it out on top of the counter, waiting for things to fall out.

Something yellow softly trembles from one of the slits in your wallet folds, and then flutters to the desk, landing between you and Eddie:

It’s the flattened flower from a daffodil; its the only thing in your wallet.

You and Eddie both stare at the flattened flower, and then Eddie picks it up, bringing it to his nose:

“This,” he raises his eyebrow, pinching it delicately, presenting it out like a prize. “This we can trade for. Daffodils don’t grow here this time of the year. This will get you a full tank.”

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When you open the door to return to your truck, there are little kids scampering away, and one has your license plates clutched to their chest. All of them have long hair and over sized clothes that don’t fit, and the one with the dirty Hawkins basketball jersey seems to growl at you as they scamper across the road.

“Hey!” You scream. “Give that back!”

You start to head after them, but they are already disappearing into the corn fields and Eddie puts his hand on your arm. “Foreigner plates are always the first to go, sweetheart,” he tells you, as if it should be obvious. “They are worth a lot in trade. I thought I would have time to warn you.”

As your brain is trying to assess the situation, you come back to something he said. “Um...foreigner? Is that what you call someone who lives one state away?”

Eddie opens your gas cap and sticks the nozzle into your tank, and then he gives you a smile that you can’t read. “Which state are you in now, princess?”

“Well,” you rest your thigh against the bumper, forehead creased in thought, reaching one finger up to press thoughtfully against your mouth. There is a huge chunk of your memory, of the past 24 years of your life that you simply cannot recall.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie reaches out and squeezes your arm. He ducks his head down to try and get you to meet his eyes. “I’m sure it will all come back to you.”

“I feel like…” you search his face; it’s familiar in a way that makes you feel comforted, even though he is a stranger. “...like I was upset about something, but now I can’t remember what it was.”

He releases your arm, lifting his chin with a grin. “Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You just need some food and some rest.”

“Sure, if you say so.” you are bothered, but you also like the feeling of not having anything weigh on your mind. You’re just in this moment, here with Eddie, in this strange place, without any plates on your vehicle.

Eddie pumps your gas for you while you sit with your legs dangling out of the passenger seat to talk to him.

“When you check in at the motel, let Claudia know that you’re a friend of mine, hopefully she’ll give you a deal,” Eddie tells you. But, then he squints, “Mmmmh, or she also might charge you more, depends on her mood.”

“Motel?” You cock you head, confused.

“Oh, well,” Eddie sticks his free hand in his pocket. “I figured you’d be staying at The Grove because it’s the only motel in town.”

You remember a motel, that rings a bell. “Yeah,” you tell him, feeling a little better, like maybe things were coming back to you. “I am staying at a motel. I just forgot the name.”

You reach over to grab your phone so that you can put The Grove Motel into your GPS when you realize it’s not on the dash mount, and you can’t find it anywhere. With a curse, you realize that those kids must’ve taken it. Next to you on the seat is your suitcase, and your overnight back with toiletries and snacks is on the floorboard, and you are grateful they didn’t have time to take those. Your phone was insured for theft, and so you figured you’d just deal with that back at the motel.

“Okay, well, thank you,” you say to Eddie as you shut the heavy metal door to your truck, manually rolling your window down to continue talking with him. “I guess I’ll...see you later? You said that the diner is next door to the motel?”

Eddie nods, wiping his hands again. “It’s just a block away, connected to the bowling alley with the big, neon sign. You can’t miss it.”

He also said he would keep an eye out for your phone (in his head, he’s picturing a handheld landline with a cord, and doesn’t know why you had one in your truck) and your plates, in case anyone tries to trade them for gas or garage services; this happens a lot, apparently. Eddie gave you directions to the motel, which was basically a straight shot a couple miles down the road, and then you waved goodbye out the window as you pulled back onto the highway. You swore you turned the radio off earlier, but the same song Melt with You by Modern English is playing again, and you give it a curious look before turning the dial to find another station. Static and then...Master of Puppets by Metallica...a news story quoting Chief Jim Hopper...strange electric buzzing...the song Running up that hill (make a deal with god) by Kate Bush….more static...and then what sounds like two young kids talking back and forth on their walkie-talkies.

You snap the radio off just in time to make room to pass by 4 young kids hurrying along on their bikes. Ahead of you on the horizon, the sunset glows pink, purple, and orange, and a strange certainty washes over you, assuring you that you’ve been here before.

Eddie stands in the same place, watching you go, excitement and fear gripping his heart. He stuffs the rag into his back pocket and goes to twirl one of the rings on his hand like he normally does, but then he remembers they are all in a dish inside the shop.

A tall, scruffy, older man with a full head of gray hair and a mustache walks over from the garage to stand next to him. He’s in a pair of jeans with a dark blue, button-down shirt that has “Gary” embroidered on the pocket.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Another one,” Gary says, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eddie nods his head, silently, squinting as tiny flecks of raindrops hit his face, watching your brake lights tap as you pass a group of kids.

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Eddie says, biting his cheek in thought. “Just like the others.”

“She will,” Gary assures him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “When the time is right, it will all come back to her. Poor thing.”

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All of God's Angels p. 4.5/5 (Alastor's POV)

He was Alastor, and he had tasted freedom on the radio waves. He would never be a mere bellhop again.

And he would never bow – not even to the King of Hell.

Or, how Alastor deals with being bound to Lucifer.

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Funnily enough, Alastor had been a bellhop, once upon a time. There weren’t a lot of jobs available for mixed-race bastards back in early 1900s Louisiana, and dealing with rich white men and their casual cruelty was better than starving on the streets.

It was there, at that Ritz-knockoff, that Alastor first learned to smile. Smile, and their cold blue eyes slid over you. Smile, and the pile of green stacked in your hand grew larger. Smile – and they never saw the knife coming until it was too late to scream.

But it was not enough. Alastor had been born with a hunger large enough to eat the world, and this life of bowing and scraping and blind obedience was slowly throttling the life out of him. Every day he woke up, and the bars of his cage were a little bit smaller, a little bit closer, and he didn’t have enough room to breathe.

One rainy night, the air fragrant with the scent of horseshit, vomit, and sweet olive, Alastor killed the man who would change his existence forever.

The man was nothing special to look at. Alastor didn’t even remember his name. Balding, ruddy-cheeked, with an athletic physique gone slightly pudgy at the edges, he looked like any one of the other countless white men who swaggered through the doors of the hotel. But when he screamed, he sang. His voice was lovely as it ripped through the night, his accent artificial and slightly clipped at the edges, rich and reeking of luxury. It harkened back to better times, to a refined era that had never existed.

That night, Alastor had flung open the door to the tiny one room apartment he shared with his mother and flashed a smile that, even then, hinted at the demonic.

“Mama, I’m going into radio.”

The problem with radio, of course, was the same problem that followed him everywhere: it was made by white men, for white men. No matter. It only meant a few more months of careful work, of plotting, of following, of taking painstaking notes, of watching and waiting until the perfect moment to strike.

One by one, every other potential candidate to fill the radio star’s shoes disappeared into that muggy Louisiana fog.

(Unlike a very annoying Angel-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he was a self-made man.)

In a very ironic and humorous (to him) turn of events, Alastor’s very first broadcast was a smash hit: Shocking new update in the hunt for the Boogeyman of the Bayou! Is he the one killing radio? Stay tuned, ladies and gents!

Maybe if he’d been born a different time, a different place, or a different man, he would have been something – someone – else. But he hadn’t, and he wasn’t. He was Alastor, and he had tasted freedom on the radio waves. He would never be a mere bellhop again.

And he would never bow – not even to the King of Hell.

Which was why his first thought after Adam sliced his microphone in two – right after fuck, of course – was I refuse to die to this little shit. He summoned his shadows, alarmed at how difficult it was to do something that just a few moments ago had been as easy as breathing.

The holy energy was burning him from the inside out. He’d never felt pain like this before – pain was usually sharp and clean, easy to handle. But this…it felt like someone was holding a flame to his chest and dripping acid onto it at the same time. Every time he sent his power to at least try and close the gaping wound, the agony ramped up ten fold. The holy energy treated his demonic magic like an invading force, attacking and demolishing it before he could get anywhere close. Days passed, and instead of getting better, the clawing streaks of infection only got worse. A glow was starting to form, casting a sickly golden light into the comforting darkness of his smashed-up radio booth.

From far away, he could just make out the sounds of hammering and song. So the happy little fools had survived after all. His heart prickled, but he brushed it off as an odd side effect of his chest being cleaved half open.

Well, am I really going to sit here and let them think I got taken out by that sloppy manchild?

Summoning every last scrap of willpower he had left, he stood, flashes of white momentarily obscuring his vision as he straightened to his full height. He summoned a shadow to fetch a pile of clean bandages and managed to cover the worst of the damage, managing to stay conscious through sheer determination when the cloth got too close to the raw red skin. He didn’t bother trying to get dressed in a fresh shirt – his shadow minions took care of that.

But the reunion was worth the pain. The look on Husker’s face when he realized he wasn’t dead, Niffty’s excited little squeal, and, of course, Lucifer’s odd sigh of disappointment and annoyance…he filed it all away to gloat over later. And, as much as he refused to admit it, he was somewhat touched by Charlie’s overwhelming relief at seeing him safe and sound.

Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and he almost lost his damn mind. The world whited out with pain. By some miracle, he managed to stay silent, his smile never wavering, but he did back out of the hug as quickly as he could. He thought he’d gotten away with it until he caught Lucifer watching him, his eyes narrowing just a touch.

That golden gaze burned into his back as he went through the motions that were expected of him. His legs were boneless, his chest a lake of fire, but he sang with the rest of them, threw a few demeaning comments at Husker, and tactfully evaded any questions about where he was and what he’d been up to since Extermination Day.

And once it was safe, he made it back to his room and gave into the overwhelming urge to collapse.

Lucifer followed him up there. Because of course he did. The angel hadn’t taken his eyes off of him all night. And now that they were alone, Alastor could read the desperation rolling off of him in waves. He was holding out his desires like an open book, his loneliness hanging over him like the stink of a corpse.

How long had he been alone? Decades, perhaps. Centuries. Even as a demon, Alastor had a hard time wrapping his mind around such a vast measurement of time.

If Alastor had ever been this transparent, he wouldn’t have made it a day even as a bellhop. It was maddeningly childish behavior for the Prince of Darkness, but he couldn’t deny it was a bit endearing to see such a powerful being brought down so low. In the end, humans, angels and demons were all the same – they wanted to be loved.

Fine. He could work with this.

So he offered a deal that should have been foolproof. He’d checked every corner, made sure to close every loophole. He was the one who had spun the deal – so how was he the one who got stuck in his own trap?

He glared at the small man from a safe distance away, feeling his oozing, infected heart thumping underneath a fresh layer of skin. Had he been planning this the whole time? Had he come here with the intention of getting him under his thumb?

But Lucifer was open, honest in a way that made no sense to him. His thoughts weren’t just obvious – he was practically throwing them at Alastor. Just like his daughter, he was completely without the protective layer that everyone else learned to grow. The mark of an apex predator with no natural enemies. It made his chest boil in a way that had nothing to do with the holy energy still burning through his bloodstream.

Well, if he wanted an enemy…he’d just earned himself one.

Alastor stayed away for so long that he nearly killed himself out of spite. Lucifer was the one who had to go hunting for him, eventually finding him half-dead, his chest glowing gold, in the depths of his bayou realm.

“You fucking idiot,” he’d hissed, anger and concern flashing across his face before he turned away to suck away the holy power gnawing at Alastor’s bones. “You’re lucky I got to you in time. You really are a suicidal prick.”

Truth be told, Alastor hadn’t meant to let the infection spread so far. He liked being alive. He adored the screams of terror when he showed lesser demons exactly why they feared the Radio Demon. He enjoyed the taste of fresh corpses in the morning with a piping hot cup of coffee. There were still plenty of plans left to weave, oceans of blood waiting to be spilled. But every time he thought of going to Lucifer’s door with his head bowed low, please sir, will you do this lowly demon the kindness of sparing his life , he thought he might die from the humiliation of it anyways.

So he hadn’t gone. He’d put it off – until he found his legs didn’t work anymore, and his shadows no longer answered his call. Just when he’d thought he was done for, Lucifer had appeared, his six wings raised, his red horns flaming, a dozen eyes flashing gold – a vision of holy terror; the incarnation of Wrath itself.

And even though Alastor hadn’t opened a Bible in a hundred years, he’d thought: And the angel says to them, Be not afraid.

The other, stranger part of him had thought: I wonder what he’d taste like?

What he actually said was, “I’m not one of your brainless servants. Don’t expect me to answer when you call.”

Lucifer stilled. “Aren’t I the one answering your call?”

True. The more he thought about it, the more a triumphant warmth flooded through his absolutely wrecked chest. For someone like Alastor, who thrived off of power and blood games, it was oddly intoxicating to have a being powerful enough to challenge God at his beck and call.

It got easier after that. They fell into a rhythm, a strange comfort bristling with teeth and claws. Lucifer would throw out an insult; Alastor would make a clever retort; Alastor would set traps; Lucifer would walk into them and snarl and snap, only to find Alastor melting into the shadows. And every so often, they would find themselves in dusty rooms, in broom closets, in dark alleyways, Alastor allowing Lucifer to get closer than he had allowed anyone ever before.

It was out of necessity. He had to do it to survive. And if Angel Dust and Husker started throwing each other telling looks every time he found himself in a room with Lucifer, then so what? They were low-level fools. Their opinion meant nothing.

Without Alastor noticing it, Lucifer’s presence in his life was starting to fill cracks he hadn’t even known were there. Somewhere along the line the rush of annoyance had become a sizzle of excitement. Finally, someone he could really sink his teeth into. A worthy adversary!

(And then there was that whole incident with Vox, of course. Pissing off two of his greatest fans for the price of one? Now that was what he called a good time.)

So they continued circling each other, two predators in a too-small pen. Alastor was all too aware of how the King stared at him when he thought he wasn’t looking. He saw Lucifer’s jaw tense whenever he unbuttoned his shirt, heard the quickening beat of his heart when he arched from the pain. And just like he did in those rainy streets of Louisiana, he watched, and waited, and bided his time, letting the tension boil to a fever pitch, his mouth watering at the thought of a chain around his Majesty’s pretty, pretty neck.

And then came the day the pot boiled over.

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littlelesbinonny · 4 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 39: In Which The Daylight Is Fading Pt. 2

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Jesus fucking Christ.

Alcina was about to become suddenly un-internally screaming.

You. You! What was she going to do with you? Yes, you had figured it out. Yes, you were changing. Yes, you were not just a human. Yes, were rightfully demanding answers and Alcina was on the verge of losing it. How in the goddamn hell was she supposed to juggle all of this?! It was her own fucking fault. Still, through it all her greatest fear and determination was to keep you safe. But you had to listen, you had to understand, you had to blindly trust, and fuck, she knew how hard that was. She was nearly ready to cross the threshold and tell you everything just to get the weight off her shoulders. But it would only burden you more, wouldn't it? One loss to another gain?

And Malka. Who was this Malka. An old Jewish Mystic? Really? Were they still around? She scoffed.

You were right. Yet again. It should be her guiding you through this, not some old woman she didn't even know or trust with you! In her absence and lack of ability or will to address what was happening to you she had inadvertently sent you off to another for answers.

God - fucking damn it all!

She flitted her way back to the church as fast a she could. Her mind could duke it out with her heart later.

Donna was there now with a slew of vampires. Father Archer had disappeared and Alcina was eternally grateful. Father Sullivan was still present as was the shaking, pale as a ghost deacon from before. Poor child. He should be put out of his misery for the pure act of mercy. Seeing his comrade in such a state would scar him for life.

All eyes turned to her as she came in through the same side door and shut it behind her.

Alcina chiseled her features to a stern, stoic facade and joined the group.

"Excuse us, please," Donna enunciated as Alcina approached, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her through to a neighboring room, out of sight and hearing range, "where have you been?"

Her inquiry wasn't sharp nor rude, but dripping with disbelief and genuine curiosity as to why she'd leave this scene.

"She saw it. I had to go after her."

Donna's eyes went wide at Alcina's admission.

"W-what? Who? Your human?"

"She has a name!" Alcina spat, quickly reclaimed her control and took a deep breath, "Just - I'm sorry... I don't know how or why she was here but she walked into it, and I had to follow her and make sure she was alright."

Donna blinked, "Is she?"

"Of course not. But she is fine for the time being. I'm here now. What have I missed?" she asked placing a hand mindfully on her hip.

There was a confused pause but Donna threw it out the window, "I radioed Karl to order mobilization of our troops outside of the underground. If a mutant is here we have to locate it before it gets any farther in the human world and creates who knows what kind of havoc. We can only contain and minimize so much before it becomes a conspiracy theory on TickedTocked, or whatever the fuck humans use for news now."

Alcina sighed, "what about the boys family?"

"That's something you'll need to discuss with Father Sullivan. He's been pretty quiet since we arrived. You'll need to do some serious damage control here."

"I want updates as soon as anything comes in," she mused, taking off your gloves.

"I figured you would."

Donna held out a small radio comm for Alcina.

She took it with a short smile and nodded, "always on top of it. Go, get back underground. I'll take care of what needs done up here."

Malka sat perched on her sofa. Eyes wide, but facial expressions otherwise void of much else.

"I..." you mumbled, "I don't know what to do."

Clearing her throat, Malka nodded very slowly, her vision cast down to the floor now as her lips pursed while she chewed on all of this information.

"I don't know much else, but the feeling in my old gut says Alcina is right; you should be mindful of your safety. You are a novice, though a quick learning and talented one, it seems as though whatever devil has escaped in this world is not to be trifled with, no? Even I, as old and wise as I might be, wouldn't even know where to begin concerning this."

"It's not like I'm going to go out looking for a fight, I just, I just want to be able to help myself, and god forbid Alcina if something goes really wrong."

Malka narrowed her eyes at you, "staying out of sight and out of harms way is the likeliest option right now, ketzeleh. What you described to me, what the foe did to your very powerful Alcina, if that's any indication as to this things power... invisibility would be your best bet for safety. We still don't know the extent of your powers. Perhaps we can try illusion magic, it would be a good additive to aid your mind EMP trick."

"Mind EMP magick?"

She smirked, "yes, that's what I've deemed it. What you did to those boys was clearly a nervous system attack, much like an EMP pulse would do to electronics; it seemed to cause them great pain and shut down their function until they scrambled away from you. So, mind EMP - voila!"

You couldn't help but chuckle a little. You liked that.

Getting back to present matters, you leaned on your knees and sighed, "ok, so... tell me about this illusions magick. Is it really invisibility?"

Malka grinned, "almost. It's the manipulation of perception; you alter your energy field to match your surroundings in a way that hides you in plain sight. Someone, or something, can be looking directly at you and see you but not comprehend you're standing there. You cease to exist as a singular entity and become one with what is around you. You're there, but cannot be perceived."

"Can you show me?" you asked excitedly.

"Oh heavens, I am not as strong as I used to be and I don't practice my abilities the way I used to so I highly doubt it, but I can try to walk you through it. Go stand in front of the book case."

Doing as instructed, you did so and watched as the little old woman came towards you with her eyes glittering with that mischievous light she held.

She grasped your left arm and made you hold it out in front of you, flattening your palm outwards and stood in front of you.

"Now... close your eyes, find your energy source, and focus on wanting to not be seen. Repeat this silently to yourself: I am my surroundings, I am part of the picture."

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and let yourself feel your body and the energy pulsing through you. After a few moments you instinctively pushed your intention through your arm to your palm and slowly chanted in your mind; I am my surroundings. I am part of the picture. I am my surroundings. I am part of the picture. I... am my surroundings... I am part of the picture.

Like a flickering television screen trying to load the picture from a spotty antenna connection, Malka watched as your body began to blend into the bookcase and a large smile took her lips.

"Yes, good ketzeleh! Keep going!"

You tried to focus harder but it seemed the harder you tried the more your memory kept throwing images of Alcina and the scene from the church to your forefront, the argument, the way she looked at you, the fear you could feel from her, and everything else that transpired just a few hours prior. Before long you dropped your shield and huffed, angry you couldn't keep control.

Malka, and the ever nurturing woman she was, came to grasp your arm and brought you back to the couch.

"Come. It has been a traumatic night for you. Don't be discouraged, you managed to flicker a little which is quite a feat! You're very powerful, but you must learn to hone your control better, that's all."

Leo came and jumped in your lap as you slumped back, feeling quite defeated, and not just by failing at your attempt to vanish.

Your mind and heart was heavy. You knew things were not right. Anywhere.

"Do you really think it wise to disappear at a time like this?" Donna asked sharply.

Alcina did her best not to react, turning her eyes over her shoulder as she was putting a few things away in the shelf behind her desk, "I promised her yesterday I would see her tonight. It will be a short visit."

"It's not safe!"

"I'm aware!" she snapped, "But I intend to keep my promise and we have this place on lock down. Like it or don't, I'm going."

Donna was about to have a fit but knew it would get her nowhere. She bit her bottom lip and felt the tension in her jaw grow tighter, finally accepting the Matriarch's decision and turning to leave. She had too much shit to do.

"Be careful." Was all she offered before she took her leave.

She loved Alcina with all of her heart, but Christ that woman drove her absolutely mad at times!

Donna damn near slammed her door shut when she entered the house.

She headed straight to the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of blood-wine and leaned her hip on the counter, tapping her free hand on the granite top as she had a stare-down with the floor. "You know, maybe I'll take up smoking," she muttered to herself, "take this edge off otherwise I may just snap one of these days. Just maybe."

Taking another large gulp she shook her head and made her way with purpose to her own study to make a call to Karl, but she didn't get far until a very strange chiming came ringing from the bookshelf in the living room.

Donna stepped slowly into the room and listened, her keen sense of hearing drawing her eyes to an ornately carved jade box she'd been given by an admirer long, long ago.

The shrillness of the sound was relieved when she removed the lid to find an old small black cell phone ringing off the hook.

She was hesitant to answer it. How did this even get in here? She'd never had a cell phone and knew no one who did.

But her instincts shoved their way passed her apprehension and she pressed the worn out green phone icon on the front.

"... Hello?"

"UH-BOUT FUCKING TIME!"

"Angie!" Donna shot, "oh my god where have you been, where are you, are you ok?!"

Her little cretin sister had been missing in action for nearly over a month, and while she knew she was up to something and likely on a hot trail, she hated not knowing where she was or what she was doing. Angie drove her just about as nuts as Alcina did these days.

"I'm fine, I've been in a wall."

"What?"

"I'm in a wall, ok? For like, fuckin' weeks - but that's really really really not what's important right now and I need you to -"

"Jesus, Angie, slow down!"

"No! I ain't got time to slow down - you gotta speed up! Shit is going down and it's going down fast and there's not a lotta time to explain because my battery is hella fuckin' low but they're coming - "

"W-what, who?"

"Shut up and let me finish! FIND ALCINA NOW! Get the military! They're coming! They're coming THROUGH the underground! I'm on my way but -"

Silence.

"A-Angie?" Donna sputtered, "Angie?!"

She pulled the phone away from her ear to see the small screen had disconnected the call. Trying desperately to remember how to operate these fucking things, Donna hit a few buttons and found the call list, highlighting the only one on the screen and redialing.

Barely a ring sounded in the earpiece before an annoying woman's voice told her the voicemail box had not been set up. She hung up quickly and sped through the house to find her comm.

Alcina's mind was unnervingly quiet as she made her way up to the church and through it. It was as eerily silent and she heard every single one of her footsteps as if she'd never heard them before. Father Sullivan was at the alter up front, staring up to the stained glass with his rosary wrapped around his hands that were in a praying formation.

"The boys mother has demanded to speak with you, Lady Dimitrescu."

His voice halted her in her tracks.

Great.

"Was it wise to tell and outsider of our existence, Father?" she countered, eying him thoroughly as he turned and slowly began to walk up the aisle.

"You left me with a very unfortunate circumstance. There's very few lies I could tell to comfort this woman. The truth was my only option."

Alcina's perfectly arched brow matched the frown in her crimson red lips, "sometimes lies are necessary."

Father Sullivan stopped in front of her, gazing up at her intimidating stature as he secured his hands behind his back, "to you, perhaps. When can I tell her you're free?"

She wanted to scoff but did not, instead her other eyebrow joined in similar fashion, "I am quite busy, finding the one responsible for her sons death and all, you know -"

"Please make time for this. You must make this right!"

"And what am I suppose to tell her, Father?! Yes, dear lady, there's an underground legion of vampires that live beneath your feet - so sorry your poor boy got caught up in a problem that escaped from there, please, tell me what I can do to make this better for your pitiful human existence?! You should have lied to her and saved us more mess! Humans outside of the church should know nothing about us!"

"She has sworn an oath to secrecy."

"Ugh, please. Her word means nothing to me, you have nothing to stand on she will keep it."

"As if you all are so much better?"

Alcina's spine tensed and she inched closer to the man below her, her face riddled with her distaste.

"Your insinuation displeases me greatly, Father Sullivan. Awfully bold for you to throw that at me when you and yours have no defense against whatever is running loose aside from the ones your insulting."

He swallowed hard and clenched his jaw, "you're here to stop things like this from happening at all, aren't you?"

"The best laid plans of mice and men, Father. We cannot see all ends. I've lost more of my men to this problem than you have any idea about," her voice took a dark turn as she stepped in even closer, "if you think I'm not doing everything I can, you are sorely mistaken. You've had one casualty, to which I'm exercising all in my power to make sure doesn't happen again... I have lost over fifty... mind your accusations."

Father Sullivan nodded curtly and backed away from the towering vampire, swallowing once more and straightening his posture, "forgive me, Lady Dimitrescu. As you must understand this has been heavily shocking for us. I'm struggling with... well, many things. As one leader to another, you know the pressure I'm under."

Considering his words with a softening of her face, Alcina relaxed slightly and took a deep breath, "that I do. And as one leader to another, and while you've never faced the terrors I have, know this; when the true struggles set in with vengeance, making enemies of your true allies is the worst move you can make. And we are your allies, Father. Though you cannot see the work taking place behind the scenes, you must trust us the way you always have."

He nodded slowly, "you're right. I will. We will. Forgive my words."

"I'll let you in on a little secret; if I took true displeasure or offense in what you said, you'd not be here looking me in the face. I do kind of like you, Father, but please stay on my good side," she winked.

The smallest of smiles appeared and he nodded once more, "noted."

Without another word she was gone.

Your lit up apartment was a sight for her weary eyes and Alcina scaled your building with ease, allowed herself in your balcony door after sensing her surroundings thoroughly.

The pending conversation was giving her pause but more than anything she just wanted to see you, hold you in her arms, and keep you close and know you were safe as long as you were there.

But where were you?

Alcina scoured the living room until a flickering caught her eye and within a split second there you appeared, eyes wide and your palm held out in front of you. You looked almost as bewildered as her.

"Draga..." she uttered, feeling her heart lurch in her chest at the sight of you, her worries almost melting away as she stepped towards you.

She had almost expected you to be hesitant at her very presence, but you were no where near that as you nearly bolted for her.

Alcina met you halfway through the living room and you were within each others arms not quickly enough. You buried your face in her chest and she in your hair, staying in silence and comfort that the two of you were safe and unharmed and together amidst the chaos outside.

Before you knew what was happening Alcina had relocated her arms and scooped you up and brought you to the couch, wrapping you up in her strong encompassing embrace like you'd slip away like liquid.

"I've missed you. I've been really worried about you," you uttered in her neck, keeping your arms secure around her.

"Oh draga," she replied softly, "I'm fine. Are you?"

You simply nodded mutely against her and closed your eyes.

"I don't have long," Alcina admitted solemnly, "but I promised to see you and listen to what you needed to tell me."

Damn her, you couldn't stop your smile.

Finally pulling away you looked at those stunning slate colored eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush red lips, "you're a woman of your word, and I love you for that."

Alcina hummed through a soft smile and kissed you back, "for my girl, I am anything you wish of me."

Oh. Oh wow.

"If you're trying to get back into my good graces you don't have to pull out all the stops, you know," you jested trying to shove your tears back in your eyelids.

She cupped your face with her leather glove clad hand and made you look at her, "I mean it, draga mea. I love you. Now... tell me everything."

Alcina was still chewing and swallowing on everything you had told her, but still the hardest to force down was this Malka woman. Was it just her jealousy, which she would never admit out loud, or was it something worth buying into? You'd never spoke of having many friends, and this was the first she'd heard of this woman, and while she was clearly no threat to you and your affections for her, Alcina didn't like the idea of someone else being so close to you. Silly, perhaps. Petty, perhaps. You were her hearts treasure and she was not taking you for granted. Not again.

"And that is why you materialized out of thin air when I arrived?" she asked stroking her hand mindlessly up and down your thigh.

You were leaned back on the arm of the couch with your legs draped over her lap while you had spilled all of your beans to her, making it easy to stay close and intimate but still able to see all of each other.

"I've been working at it tirelessly, I'm really pretty drained right now, but... yeah. It's nice to know I finally got it."

To say she was doing her best to hide her overwhelm was being nice about it. You really were coming into your own and there was no stopping it. Alcina only wished this wasn't happening at the same time everything else was. More than anything she wanted to be here for you on this journey, be part of it, help you discover and uncover and train and work your magick the way she should be. But this was also so very dangerous. Not just for you, but for her. If Mother Miranda were to ever -

A ruckus from your bedroom startled you both and before either of you could move from the couch, a tiny brunette appeared from the hallway.

"Donna!" Alcina gasped, unceremoniously dropping your legs from her lap and standing with a jolt.

She was a little out of breath as she straightened her black button down, high-collared shirt while approaching the two of you.

Oh, ok, so this was Donna. What the hell was she doing in your apartment?

You stood next to Alcina quite confused and unsure of your own footing.

"I really don't have time for pleasantries," Donna stated, addressing you with a short nod, "though it is nice to finally put a face with a name," her attention immediately went back to Alcina with haste, "we need to go now, this is not up for debate."

Alcina was almost taken aback. Firstly, for Donna to find her, let alone be here, was concerning all on it's own. Secondly, for her to be in such a state, which was hidden immaculately for the situation, made Alcina's stomach twist. Something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Goddammit.

You barely had time to register anything before Alcina took your face in her palms once more and looked at you like you would fade away within the second.

"Do not leave this apartment until the sun is up. And do not be outside of this apartment when the sun begins to set, do you understand me?"

Her tone made your face contort into worry, but you nodded, "yes."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

"Lock your doors and your windows. Do not open the door to anyone outside of daylight hours."

Alcina watched your nod of agreement and pulled you to her once more, holding onto you for as long as she could, "I love you, I love you, and I will return to you as soon as I can."

"I - I love you too - "

You were cut off as she kissed you with haste and with one more blink she and Donna were gone.

You stood there in your silent apartment trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

Things were taking a turn. You could feel it.

It felt awful.

Now all you could think about was Alcina.

"I can see why you're so smitten with the woman, she's beautiful."

Alcina could have run into a wall, that comment struck her so out of left field.

"What the entire fuck, Donna," she spat as they hurried through the city streets, "that's the first thing you say to me after showing up like that? What the fuck is going on?!"

"I know, I'm sorry! I'm panicked!"

"Clearly!"

"Angie called me - "

"Wh - from where?"

"I'll get there, I'll get there - just let me explain, we have very little time! She hid a cell phone in our house - it rang - it was her - she told me she's been hiding in a wall for weeks and that they, whoever they are, were moving and moving fast and we didn't have time, that I need to find you and get our military moving, that they were moving through the underground - I radioed Karl and basically everyone is running around like headless chickens trying to make heads or tails of what she told me - I had no choice but to alert everyone in the city and all the council - she must mean the mutants because I cannot fathom what else she could possibly mean!"

Alcina's head was fitfully spinning as they rushed through the church like a blur and to the tunnels to the underground.

And then they heard it.

Rumbling.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #donna beneviento #angie beneviento

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hey!! I absolutely love the vibes of your blog! I’m getting into bungo stray dogs (or trying to :’) ) and since you seemingly write fics for it, do you have more recs?? I don’t really know what the main pairings are but I like to use fics as a way to see if I’ll like the fandom and pairs!! Thank you!!

you're making me crack my knuckles because DAMN AM I NOW EXCITED :DDD

terms used: bsd (bungou stray dogs), hp (harry potter), mha (my hero academia), soukoku (chuuya/dazai), shin soukoku (atsushi/akutagawa), chuuda (where chuuya tops), fyozai (dazai/fyodor), fyolai (fyodor/nikolai)

First and foremost is the widely beloved I Was Screaming Your Name Through The Radio by ElectricSplatter, which is just a rollercoaster of emotions that grip you by the throat. Do note that the chapters are hella long, but enjoyable. The relationships are fleshed out beautifully.

Magic and Mystery by Allegory_for_Hatred is also a good start because it's a bsd and hp crossover that's just, amazing. Had me up at 3am until I physically could not read. There's an ongoing sequel too!

wtf, since when are you married? by xxalwayssofia is a short, quick laugh that, for me, had one of the best characterization for soukoku. Sofia's stories in general (check her account!) have got the character's personality traits down with little creative liberties.

Ne Chuuya, won't you marry me? is another one by xxalwayssofia, and I die of laughter because of this on a daily basis.

Now, I may be mean for suggesting this, but this fic is a diamond found within a gold mine that will eventually end you up in jail because some rich dude probably owned it first. In summary, it hurts. Like a gunshot wound (wink wink to the readers). And that is Ruiner by gev_ao3 (rated the E-est of E's)! The long-awaited consequence chapter is already out for this one, so when you binge read it the ending will hopefully be satisfying. Just be aware this is incredibly graphic, psychological, and angst-filled to the brim.

I read If the Far Side Saw You by birbleh a considerable time ago, but it both pinches and caresses my heart all the same. I haven't anything else to say other than give it a chance.

Ice Queen by TheHighQueen is a great ongoing Dazai genderbend fic, that follows canon with interesting diverging road stops.

This Color Ain't It by justcallmedude has Kenji, our lovable super strength-powered farmer, as a main character! Crossover between bsd and mha with a dash of angst thrown here and there.

For a shin soukoku pairing fic, I'd suggest Fair Ankles by spirallings (rated E) and love knows no boundaries by dangodangomilk; fun, interesting stories that aren't that long, the latter's a oneshot and the former's ugh, just around 100k words :>

One of the first bsd fics I've read, which is with a fyozai pairing, is Letters from the Underground by ktaem! The writing style has its own refined edge, with the exploration of a what-if scenario that had me by hook, line, and sinker. This fic is still in my tab group because I always keep rereading it!

Now if we're entering the explicit territory, I will forever recommend my favorite series (pairing is chuuda btw) Ineffable Partners by Ch_ee_rios. The eighth installment is currently updating, and I promise, you will cry- or at least feel a significant gut punch.

Head Full of Lies by AbsoluteNegation, as my friend one said, is where the good shit's at. The premise had me instantly curious and soukoku's dynamic is wonderful, messy, and DAMN I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH.

Mors Vincit Omnia by themadtree, an soukoku and fyolai fic that will have you bending over and dying of laughter and pain. The author's other works (akai!) are also very good.

The series all that is left by alaruya is a personal favorite of mine. The writing style is unique, with choppy sentences and tear-jerker lines. Was the first story that ever had me thinking, "god I need to bookmark this," and I did.

Bottom of The Deep Blue Sea by arkastadt is a filthy, guilty pleasure. (can you tell I'm an avid bottomzai reader?)

And that's it... I think? I'm also willing to suggest Leafing Through The Pages, I Found You by YunaYamiMouto, but letting you know it's an ongoing reaction fic of the bsd cast to Dazai's life (with the author's own creative choices and headcanons), so there will be a lot, and I mean a HECK TON of spoilers. Which, to be fair, the other fics do have in sprinkles, but this tackles novel events that maybe you'd wish to read at your own pace :D

also shameless plug I have my own fic, the heat of your orange, and I know there's only one chapter but I'm trying my best to update soon

Happy reading!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #ao3 #ao3 fic #fic reccomendations #bsd fics #bungou gay dogs #soukoku #shin soukoku #fyozai #fyolai #fic rec #vil answers #“I went a bit crazy with this one sorry hahahah”

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Framing Escobar Chapter 2: Over Exposed

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Javier Peña, Javi is a dick, asshole Javier, sex, smut, PiV, mentions of birth control and sexual screenings, pee after sex people! Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Chapter two is here! I hope you enjoy the Menace (TM) That is Javi P.

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You stand in the meeting room, clearly early to the 10am meeting, even if it's already 10:15. You shuffle around and take in the boring grey walls of the room. Your camera bag slung across you, all lenses and camera body ready to go with multiple spare rolls of film stowed away. Slowly, DEA agents fill the room, some women, but mostly men. You sit at the back and just take in the crowd as they enter. A loud, commanding voice cuts through the chatter as you check your watch, 10:30. The meeting has finally started. You recognise Mike Spencer from your interviews, he is no less intimidating today than he had been back then.

“Alright! Settle down, you bastards,” His voice carries easily across the small room as the chatter dies down, “We’ve got a lot going on, as I’m sure you know. But please welcome the newest member of the DEA task force here in Colombia. Our own professional photographer all the way from Albuquerque,” Your name is called out and you feel all eyes turn to you as you perk up from the back of the room. The room is silent, and you trace the faces, looking for any sympathetic people in the crowd. Most people seem disinterested, but one face catches your eye.

Your stomach lurches as you see the handsome face of Stan, his eyebrows arch up for a second before he coughs, concealing the smile you know just flashed across his face. Dread sits heavily at the pit of your stomach as his partner leans around to look at you.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

José’s dark eyes go wide as he takes you in, his mouth hanging open slightly before he recovers. He looks away from you and you see Stan whispering something in his partner’s ear. José jabs him in the ribs, not appreciating the commentary it seems.

“Agent Peña, Agent Murphy,” Spencer calls out to the men, and you die a little inside as they turn to face him, “She’s with you, show her the ropes, get her out on the street ASAP.” The meeting continues as Spencer updates the room with the current state of the war against the Medellín Cartel in the area. You listen absently as all you can think of is how fucking awkward this was going to be.

His name isn’t Stan, it’s Steve, Connie’s husband… So, he must be-

“Javier Peña, nice to meet you,” his gruff tone breaks through the mental haze, and you look up into furious eyes.

“And I’m- “

“Steve Murphy, yeah I know, I met your wife this morning,” you cut him off, trying not to seem completely incompetent as you fight the urge to scream.

“So, you ready to head out on patrol?” Steve asks with a wicked smile; he’s practically dancing with glee at this point. You just know he’s going to laud the whole situation over Javier when you weren’t around.

“Yep, let’s get on with this,” you nod, hoping that the day would go quickly.

Steve and Javi take you to the armoury and kit you up with a bulletproof vest, a radio, and a pistol.

“You know how to fire that thing?” Javi asks flatly as he regards you with the same furious look as in the meeting room.

“Sure do, I’ve been shooting since I was a kid,” you remind him, but he ignores you. You tuck the piece in an interior pocket of your camera bag, taking the box of .38 ammunition and store them accordingly.

“Good, you’re not going to be completely useless then.” Javi scoffs and Steve shoots him a look. The biting remark stings. You try not to take it personally, but you feel like he hates you. A stark contrast to the way he treated you last night.

“I don’t care what happened last night. She’s a valuable asset and we don’t have to be best friends, but don’t be an asshole, Javi,” Steve scolds him and Javi just rolls his eyes, leaving you and Steve to head to the truck without another word.

“Sorry about him. He’s kind of always like this, but usually it’s me he’s abusing,” Steve says and winks, “Your secret is safe with me,” he adds, pointing towards Javi as he exits the building.

“Nothing happened,” you start but his look tells you he isn’t buying it, “I mean, not nothing, but we didn’t-”

“I don’t need to know, hon; I’m just messing with you. Let’s go, get your head in the game, we’re going out into the war zone today,” you nod, trying to focus your thoughts as you follow Steve to the truck. As soon as you’re seated you start to assemble the zoom lens onto the camera body and fit a fresh film in the camera. The day goes by slowly, you take a few dummy photos. A group of kids on a doorstep, who pose for you naturally, their faces alight with joy at the attention. Some townscapes, a fountain, a street food cart. All things that you could use to swap out from an incriminating roll if anyone got wise to you.

Steve and Javi barely interact with each other, let alone you, as the day goes on. As the sun begins to set you realise you had begun to dose off in the back of the car, camera clutched in your hands. You look up, hoping no-one had noticed. Nothing was said, so you look around to see you’re almost back at the embassy building.

“Lucky you, a boring day comes around very rarely, hopefully we’ll have some more action tomorrow,” Steve remarks as he pulls the truck into the garage.

“Cool,” you manage as Javi is out of the truck before Steve can put it into park. He shakes his head before turning to you.

“You got plans for dinner, hon? Pretty sure Connie wouldn’t mind if you came round, seeing as we’re neighbours and all?” Steve offers and you nod, not wanting to be alone tonight, nor tempted back out into Bogotá.

“Sure, can I bring anything?” You ask not wanting to turn up empty handed to someone else’s house especially if they were feeding you.

“No need, see you at seven?” He flashes you a bright smile and you smile back, warmth spreading through you after a tense, stagnant day.

“I’ll be there,” you promise.

***

You stop by the market on the way home, picking up some flowers for Connie, and two cases of beer, one for Steve and the other for your fridge. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice. You hover outside of the Murphy’s apartment taking a deep breath and knock on the door, trying not to fidget nervously with the hem of your dress. You’d put on a cute little dress and low heels. The green and blues of the flowers printed over the flowing dress caught your eye yesterday and you just had to get it. You were glad you already had reason to wear it.

“You expecting someone?” Javier’s voice hits you like a slap to the face as he opens the door, you falter, this was not what you had been expecting at all. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets beading in his hair, the freshly applied cologne heavy in the air between you. He’s wearing an indigo button down, sleeves rolled up, and tight dark jeans. You can see a tease of his tan skin exposed beneath the low V of his unbuttoned shirt.

God, it’s not fair how hot he is.

“Uh hi, Steve invited me over, did I get the wrong apartment?” You manage to squeak as he glowers down at you. His hand gripping the doorframe with such pressure his knuckles were turning white, barring you from entry.

“Ah, there you are,” Steve calls out your name and appears behind Javi a second later, “Was worried you wouldn’t be coming!”

“You invited her?” Javier hisses at his partner and you feel sick as you hear the venom in his voice.

“Jesus, Javi, go grab a beer or something and see if Connie needs any help,” Steve barks at him. And you shrink away from Javi, ducking under his arm into the homely apartment. The smell of dinner wafts through the apartment and you breathe it in, not realising how hungry you were until now.

“I got you some beers, and Connie some flowers,” you hold the crate up to Steve who takes it eagerly.

“You didn’t have to, hon, but thanks,” Steve nods in appreciation at the beer.

“Do you have a vase I could use to put these in?” You ask and Steve looks perplexed, as if he had never used a vase before.

“Uh Connie, we got a vase for some flowers?” He calls through the open plan apartment.

“Yep, bring them through,” Connie calls and Steve nods in the direction of the kitchen, permission enough for you to head in.

“Hey, Connie, I got you some flowers, I hope you like them,” you say as you round the corner into the kitchen, Javi is leaning against the counter, his eyes locked on you as you enter the kitchen. But you don’t let him cow you, not this time. You’re a guest in this house, you are allowed to be here. The Murphys want you here.

Even if Javier doesn’t.

“Oh, sweetie, those are lovely. Here let me put them in some water,” Connie buzzes around the kitchen like a whirlwind, cooking and chatting the whole time. You sit back and listen as Steve comes to join her. He does as he is told, tossing the salad while Connie asks Javi to set the table. They exchange tender, soft touches here and there, Connie’s hand on Steve’s back, a gentle kiss from Steve presses to her hair. The sight makes you smile, it’s what you always imagined love was.

“You wanna help set the table?” Javi’s gruff voice pulls you away from the scene of domestic bliss and you nod, following him into the dining room. The peace offering soothing some of your nerves.

“Hey, Javier,” you start, wanting to clear the air before the tension made you explode, “About last night,” but you’re cut off as you feel him pull you against him, the press of his lips on yours incapacitating as you melt into him. You gasp as one hand clamps onto the nape of your neck, pinning you to him as the other hand rests on the small of your back.

The mixed signals have you reeling but the warm press of his tongue against your lips dissolve any thoughts in your mind as you moan, sliding your tongue against his as it invades your mouth. It was his turn to groan and his hand fists into the fabric of your dress as he pulls you closer still. You come up for air reluctantly as you bring yourself back to reality. You’re both breathing heavily as you rest your forehead against his, still clinging to one another in Steve and Connie’s dining room.

“Javier, what the fuck?” You wheeze, your heart hammering in your chest as you try and come down from the elated high that kissing Javier Peña had given you.

“Sorry, I just had to, been driving me crazy all day,” He murmurs, “Seeing my mark on your neck, the way you kept stealing glances at me, those tight little shorts,” his words send the hot rush of arousal to meet with your already slick panties.

“You have a strange way of showing it, asshole,” you grumble, not wanting to part but you haven’t even started to lay the table. Your head is spinning, and you just want to take him upstairs and let him have his way with you. Your stomach growls as if on cue and you both laugh.

“I thought if I was mean enough, you’d quit, and I wouldn’t have to worry about seeing you again,” he shrugs as he reluctantly lets you go, eyeing the place settings and cutlery with disdain.

“For a smart guy you’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” You scoff as you start laying out the place settings, your eyes not leaving him as you do. He follows suit, placing down the cutlery and serving spoons, eyes locked with yours. It’s like you’re dancing without touching, the table the only thing stopping you from crashing together once more.

“I’m just not usually one to shit where I eat,” he responds and winces at the harsh turn of phrase, but you just laugh. You kind of like this side of Javier, slightly goofy, open, honest.

“Neither am I, but here we are,” you admit, but you’ve only had two real boyfriends, both in college, so it’s uncharted territory for you regardless.

“Alright, kids, wash up. It’s dinner time!” Steve’s voice calls from the kitchen and the spell is broken, both of you straighten, sharing a shy smile before you hurry to the kitchen to wash your hands and help Connie serve up. Your heart is racing, and you can still taste Javier on your lips. The salt of his skin, the harsh bitterness of cigarettes, the tang of beer.

“You ok there with those plates?” Connie asks as you balance three plates of food expertly. Years of waitressing through high school meant it was second nature to you, even after all this time.

“Yes, ma’am,” You say as you head out to serve up the lasagne to Steve and Javi who are already seated across from one another, “Here you go,” you announce as you put the plates down, bending over the table in front of Javi. Not because you needed to, but because you could. Your hand brushes his on the table as you pull away, heading back to the kitchen to see if Connie needs any more help.

Connie hands you a bottle of white wine and two glasses as you enter the kitchen, sending you straight back out to take your seat. You pause for a moment wondering if you should sit next to Javi or Steve. The question is answered for you as Javi stands and pulls the chair out for you.

“Where did these manners come from?” Steve asks, eyebrows raised at his partner.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” Javi hisses as he scoots the chair back to the table, retaking his seat next to you.

“Alright, let’s eat!” Connie declares as she sits down opposite you, her hand falling to rest on Steve’s arm, a natural, affectionate action that makes you smile. You pour the Pinot Grigio generously into the glasses and the table toasts before digging in; beer bottles and wine glasses clinking arrhythmically. You’re rather grateful there’s no call for grace as the table settles into peaceful silence for a few moments before Steve pipes up.

“So why did the DEA hire such a young woman to do this job?” He sips his beer slowly, watching you as you contemplate what to say.

“I’m not that much younger than you,” you wave your fork in Steve’s general direction, “You and Peña should consider moisturising more often.” Connie scoffs and gives Steve a look of “I told you so” at your remark and Javier just tsks at you.

“Anyway, the official answer is boring, I was scouted for my good grades, etc.” You say before taking a sip of your drink, the white wine sharp and sweet on your tongue as you put the glass down to continue, “But really, I was moonlighting for a PI who had a friend in the DEA. I managed to catch a Senator with his toy-boy lover in their parked car from some distance away at night. Was the guy’s silver wedding anniversary too. Jim called it the money shot, and boy, was it ever,” you recall with a chuckle, and Steve looks at you in awe.

“Which Senator?” He blurts and Connie slaps his arm playfully.

“I can’t say, but the money I made from that meant I could pay for boarding without having to sacrifice my studies. If anything, they helped me shore up my skills.” “Un-fucking-believable, I thought you were some DEA big-wig’s niece, or some shit being palmed off on us because they called in a favour,” Javier says with a laugh, the sudden sensation of his hand on your knee almost making you jump but you contain it, just. His large hand slowly brushes along your thigh under your dress, all the while he takes a long swig of beer.

“I wish, if that were the case, I’d be off at some ranch writing soap opera scripts and romance novels instead.”

“So, you really like photography enough to get a PhD in it?” Javi asks, his hand dangerously close to the apex between your thighs.

“What can I say? I like taking photos, and academia seemed the natural course for me.,” you shrug, scooping up the last of the lasagne on your plate. And as you hum in satisfaction as Javi’s finger brushes against the soft cotton that was tight against your mound from the heat of the evening and arousal from the kiss earlier. You cough to try and cover the moan, and Connie eyes you with worry.

“You ok, hon? Do you need some water?” She asks, Steve’s expression mirrored hers, both oblivious to what had just occurred. You see Javi suppressing a smile as he trails his hand back down to your knee.

“No, not at all, just some more wine, I think!” You nod, the heat between your legs unbearable, the absence of his hand making you needy. You clamp your knees together, catching his hand between them and you notice the twitch at the corner of his mouth. It makes you feel powerful.

“Sounds good to me, anyone want some ice cream?” Connie beams, her sunny disposition the last thing you expected to come across in Bogotá, but it’s a welcome surprise. You offer to clear the dishes, needing some breathing room from Javier but Steve insists that you sit, you’re the guest after all. You’re alone again with Javier. Your heart races as you turn to face him and your breath hitches at the sight of him.

“You’re coming home with me tonight.”

It isn’t a question, but even if it had been you would have fallen over yourself eagerly to comply.

As the evening draws to a close, you find an opening to announce your departure, the loud yawn that precedes it genuine as you stretch your neck, still sore from the long flight.

“No worries, hon, you’re welcome any time though, ok?” Connie pulls you in for a hug and you squeeze her tight, already feeling like you’ll be fast friends.

“You bet, and anything you need from me I’ll be just downstairs,” You offer, catching Javi’s mouth twitch slightly as you say it.

“Well, I best be off too, thanks again Connie, Steve. Food was great as usual,” Steve and Javi embrace in that awkward guy way where they slap each other's backs before releasing each other. As if it had to be made manly and tough to be a permitted interaction. Connie catches your eye roll, and she laughs knowingly. Both men turn and look at you both with suspicion.

“What’s so funny?” Steve asks his wife with a smirk.

“Oh, nothing, baby. Night both, get some sleep, you hear?” Connie orders as you cross the threshold into the hallway.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Javier says before closing the door behind you both.

There’s a charged silence as you look at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move. You feel a rush of energy as an idea comes to mind. Javi steps forward to grab you by the waist but you step back, his fists clutching at the empty space where you once were. His eyes lock onto yours with a desperate, unamused hunger.

“Catch me if you can, Peña,” you dare as you turn and dash for the stairs, taking them two at a time as you year him charging behind you., His heavy boots loud on the wooden floorboards. You get to the first floor and fumble in your small purse for your keys as you jog hurriedly down the hall. As you get to your door, hand on the doorknob, the keys slip from your fingers.

The clatter on the floorboards loud in your ears as you rush to pick them up. As you straighten, you feel him behind you. Hot breath ghosting against your skin as his arms cage you in, his palms splayed either side of the door as he leans down to your ear. His chest is against your back, his right knee presses against your thighs and you groan.

“Too easy,” he purrs as you slide the key into the lock, slowly, trying hard not to make it obvious you were still trying. The click of the lock is loud as he hovers over you, and you throw yourself into the apartment. You try to shut the door on him, but his boot is already there, jamming the door open as he slips inside, closing it quietly behind him.

“That was bold,” he says as he stalks towards you, already unbuttoning his shirt as he closes the gap between you in two long strides. His hands are in your hair, pulling you to him as he presses his lips to yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth. He lets one hand fall to your waist, pushing you back until the kitchen counter meets your ass. You grunt at the impact, but he already has you up on the counter, spreading your legs around his waist as he leans into you.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Javi breathes against your lips as he pulls himself back slightly, looking down into your hungry eyes. Liquid pools of honeyed desire fill your vision and your stomach floods with heat.

“Why not?” You ask, trying not to sound as needy as you feel.

“I’m technically your boss. HR would have a field day if they knew,” he grumbles, his hand already sliding up under the hem of your dress, cupping your ass with a tight, firm grip. Your head falls to his shoulder, and you leave a trail of kisses up to his ear. He shivers under your mouth, and you smile as you hear the hiss of his breath as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

“But we’re going to do it anyway, right?” You breathe, nipping at his ear gently. The moan that comes out of his mouth is delightful as he bends down, pushing your dress up around your waist as he rips off your panties in one quick motion. The warm air of the evening hits your slick cunt, and you squirm under his gaze.

“Fuck! You’re already so fucking wet,” he growls, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Yes, Javier, you have been touching me all evening. If I wasn’t already wet, we’d have a problem,” you jest and he laughs, deep from his chest and the sound makes you smile.

“Sassy, bonita, I like it,” he croons as he kisses your knee, slowly he leaves a trail of wet, lingering kisses up your inner thigh until the hot, wet sensation of his tongue gliding over your folds threatens to make you cum straight away. Your hands fly to his hair, tugging slightly on his tousled locks, which only makes him moan hard into your pussy. The sensation is mind-blowing.

“Oh, Javier,” his name passes your lips like a plea, begging him not to stop what he’s doing, to do whatever he wants to you. His tongue reaches the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit, and you gasp, he circles his tongue languidly around it, sucking slightly with each rotation. You shudder under him, and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

“I love the way you sound, baby. You like what I’m doing to you?” He asks as he slowly glides a finger through your slick folds.

“Yes, Javier, feels so good,” you pant, squirming as he eases his finger into you, slowly, stretching you out as you clench around his digit.

“Call me Javi, please,” He says softly as he looks up at you, dark eyes glossy with desire, “And relax, baby, you need to let me in,” He encourages you and you nod, trying to relax as the pleasure builds inside you.

His finger is in up to the knuckle now and you feel yourself easing around him, the stretching of your walls pleasantly painful as you take his finger inside of you.

“You’re so tight, baby, fuck. I can’t wait to feel you clamp around my dick like this.” He growls as he takes your clit back into his mouth, beginning a slow rhythm of gentle, testing thrusts with his finger. Soon you’re soaking his finger as you fall into the embrace of one of the most explosive orgasms of your life.

The sound of your wet heat squelching from his relentless rhythm filling the kitchen. Your head snaps back as you scream out his name, your pussy clamping down on him as he continues sucking on your clit. The overstimulation burning through you as you’re sure you’ll come a second time. Javi finally relents and looks at you as he straightens up his eyes dancing with delight and desire as he slowly sucks your slick off his finger.

“You up for a little more?” He asks and you’re nodding eagerly as you come down. He picks you up and wraps your legs around his bare waist, you feel the hot swell of his stomach against your wet cunt, and you shudder at the sensation. He takes you to the bedroom, your apartment a mirror of his own so he knows his way around.

He pulls your dress over your head and expertly unclasps your bra; your hands fly to his belt and you carefully free his throbbing cock from his boxers. He steps out of his jeans and underwear, pushing you down onto the bed.

“You got a condom, baby?” He asks gently as he palms his erection, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

“No, but I’m on the pill and don’t have any STDs,” you say with confidence, the DEA had made you get a physical and you’d opted for a screening just in case.

“You trust me, baby?” He asks, sincere as he asks for your permission.

“I probably shouldn’t,” you laugh and his face lights up at the sound, “But I’m guessing you don’t want to risk giving the new girl chlamydia on her first day,” Javi’s brow furrows but he’s still smiling.

“Sassy, sassy girl. Come here,” he growls as he meets you on the bed, his mouth on yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

You greet it with your own and soon you’re panting again, the taste of your arousal hot on his tongue as he explores your mouth slowly this time. Your tongues collide rhythmically as he pulls up onto his knees to line his tip at your core. He strokes it through your folds, moistening it with your slick as he teases your clit, pressing his swollen head against it before dipping back to your entrance.

“This may be a bit much for you, baby, but just relax, ok? Just like with my finger, we’ll take it slow,” he reassures you as the sting of his girth stretching you out hits you.

Your eyes water but you nod for him to keep going. Slowly he inches inside you, filling you up more than you’d ever felt before. The sensation was maddening, your mind going blank as he stops, his cock fully sheathed in your tight walls.

“Fuck, baby, fuuuck!” He groans as he holds back, he wants to fuck you senseless into the sheets., The combination of your soft mewls, glassy eyes, and tightness around his cock driving him mad.

“Javi, fuck me, please,” you whimper, the pain subsiding as the desire to feel him fuck you senseless becomes all consuming. His cock twitches inside you as you say his name and you arch up as he presses against your tight walls.

“We don’t have to baby; I can take it slow,” he murmurs as he drops a hand from your hip, lazily rubbing circles into your clit as he begins to move slowly. The shockwaves through your body are explosive as his tip hits a sensitive spot against your walls. But the rhythm isn’t fast enough, you don’t want him to take it slow, you want him to tear you open.

“Javi, please, I can take it just fuck me, please,” you beg, the pathetic plea that comes from your mouth seems to be all he needs to hear as he hitches one of your legs over his shoulder as he somehow presses deeper inside you. You gasp and shudder at the sensation, but you don’t have any time to recover as Javi thrusts inside you so hard you arch up off the bed, your vision blurring as he pumps into you again, and again.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good,” he snarls as he lets go completely, fucking down into you like a man possessed.

You writhe as your release comes quickly, his rough thumb expertly circling your overstimulated clit as his rhythm becomes more ragged. He groans low and deep as he comes inside you, filling you up with hot ropes of his spend. You pant as he removes himself, the empty sensation disappointing as he pulls out. It’s over too soon, but the soreness between your thighs makes you doubt you could have taken much more.

“Javi, that was fucking amazing,” you whisper as you let your head hit the bedsheets with a sigh. You can feel his spend leaking out of you. But you don’t care, you can wash your sheets, or burn them if necessary.

“Yeah, it was something else. Fuck,” he pants as he pads into the adjoining bathroom, you follow him, brushing past as you sit on the toilet and will yourself to pee.

“I was going to come help with that,” Javi says with a smirk as he unashamedly keeps eye contact as you pee, holding up the warm washcloth he had prepared. You feel the tips of your ears prickle in embarrassment, but you don’t drop your gaze.

“Always pee after sex, warm washcloths are nice, but UTIs are no joke, Peña,” you say sternly as you finally force yourself to pee.

“Smarter than me, bonita,” he says with a grin as he uses the washcloth on himself, making sure to throw it in the laundry hamper at the foot of your bed before flopping back down on the mattress. You finish up and join him just as he’s about to light a cigarette.

“Seriously? In my bed?” You scold him and you see the irritation knit his brow together as he snaps his zippo shut.

“Sassy and bossy,” he grumbles to himself as he throws the cigarette and zippo onto the nightstand.

“What was that?” You ask as you crawl back onto the bed. Feeling bold as you climb onto his lap, straddling him as you look down at his arrogant face.

“Nothing, nothing,” he grumbles as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs brushing against the swell of your ass rhythmically.

“Better not have given me syphilis now,” you toy with him as you press a soft kiss to his lips before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along his jaw.

“I thought it was chlamydia?” He retorts, his eyebrow raised as he groans underneath you.

“So, you do have chlamydia?” You tease and he shakes his head and in one swift motion he’s straddling your hips.

He pins your arms above your head with one hand, the other cups your cheek as he bends down to meet you. Your breath catches in your throat as the sight of him over you like this threatened to break you.

“That dirty mouth of yours is going to get me in trouble,” he warns as he places a soft kiss to your lips, the tenderness spreading warmth through your chest as you kiss him back slowly.

“It already has, Javi,” you respond as you nip his bottom lip, eliciting a hum from deep in his chest.

“You’re right, these walls are paper thin, and the Murphy’s are bound to have heard your vocal display of affection, bonita,” he smirks and your eyes go wide, the heat of embarrassment high on your cheeks.

“No, you’re fucking with me,” you hiss, not impressed with the gleam in Javi’s mahogany eyes.

“Oh no, they’ve complained about it to me before,” you wriggle free of his grip on your wrists and slap him hard on the shoulder, but he just laughs, pulling you to him as he rolls over onto the bed.

“I hate you, Javi,” you grumble as you sigh, trying to fight off the embarrassment as you snuggle into his warm, strong chest.

“If that’s how you hate fuck, I can’t wait to see what happens when you like me,” his tone is playful but the kiss he plants on your lips is once again tender, affectionate.

“Get some sleep, Peña,” You grumble, breathing in your combined scent of cologne, perfume, and sweaty, rough, mind-blowing sex.

“You too, baby,” He pulls you in tight, his leg draped over yours, caging you in against him as if you were going to disappear if he let go, “Sleep,” He murmurs sleepily as you close your eyes, feeling a little more at ease with your decision to take this job.

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“Here With Me”

“Chapter One”

König x Fem! (?) Reader

Readers origin will be revealed later.

a/n credit to the artist for the gif. Name is label beneath the gif. The picture for this one. The artist @namedlunagoddess

-Part One-

TW-Slightly Angsty, Slow Burn (will contain Smut, fluff, later in the story)

Will update TW as we go through the story.

Comments are encouraged and please do let me know if I should continue.

Master List

Sneak Peek

The sounds of an explosion going off and throwing König back. The wind knocked out of him he looks around him seeing rubble and people getting up taking cover. He can’t move. He looks down at his left lower side he’s been impaled by a rebar. The more he moves the more pain shoots all over his body.

Enemy fire starts to progressively comes closer to his location. Some of his men run over trying to help him. He pushes the, away leaving him with his gun he accepts his fate. Everyone leaves him behind.

König POV

“This is it”

He mumbles a something in German sighing heavily lifting his gun cocking it back ready for whoever.

But someone comes running over to him wearing black outed goggles and all Black tactical gear and a dark olive green scarf. They eliminate whoever got close to them swiftly. The sounds of the battlefield is all he hears. Slowing fading in and out. The mysterious soldier pulls their glove off and places their hand on his side. He feels a cold and hot sensation wincing at first then he’s yelling in pain at the rebar is removed from his side. The stranger throws the rebar to the side and pulls him up.

“Can you walk! Nod yes or shake your head to give me answer!

They yell to him.

They switch their radio on and König can hear them speak on the radio.

“Cap I got him. It getting bad out here and I’m afraid your friend is fading in and out. I have to do it here and now or I have to find a place to patch him up. But he’s gonna be knocked out cold sir! Sir!”

They look at König with worry. Having him lean on them as they speak on the radio.

“Shite! Do it, we can afford to lose anyone!”

Captain Price gives the confirmation to save König life any means necessary.

“Yes sir!, Going dark Sir, see you soon!

Switching their radio off they carry König on their back he stumbles along dragging his boots as they walk to take cover in a partial demolished house.

“Alright Big Guy this is gonna hurt like hell, but I need you to lie still and focus on me.”

Taking their gloves off they start touching his wound and the feeling a burning sensation is felt. He tries to move but he is held down by them. The mysterious soldier is abnormal stronger then him. They over power him as he tries to get up but his punches are sluggish and weak.

“Eyes on me big guy don’t go to sleep stay with me. I’m here with you. Stay with me!”

Feeling his heartbeat start to beat slowly. The feeling of dread started to come over him. Feeling all of his emotions overwhelmed them.

“Fuck”

“Hey Big Guy Stay With Me!”

“I’ll Be Back”

Holding his hands they stand up and look away pulling their goggles up and walking out the demolished house. The sounds of men screaming are heard. The sound of a inhuman roar and growl is heard and all is silent.

König tries to get up but his body is too weak. He looks around for his gun to protect himself. The sounds of someone coming startles him.

The mysterious soldier runs with their goggles back they walk over to König side. Extended their ungloved hand they hover it over his wound. The sensation of burning is felt again. König whimpers in pain and tries to move but he’s too weak. He eventually passes out.

König POV

Opening my eyes I look around I’m in the infirmary at the base.

“How did I get back?”

“What happened?”

“Scheiße”

He looks down at his side where he was impaled he notices theirs no bandages. He’s just sore. He pulls his gown aside to assess his wound. But to his surprise theirs nothing there, as if nothing happened. But how did he get back and where is his wound. He looks around the room to see if any medical staff are around to explain or tell him how long he was out for. He is very concerned and confused at this point in time.

Before he could say anything Captain Price walks in with Ghost at his side. König sits up and watches Price and Ghost approach him.

“König”

His deep scratchy voice breaks the silence. His presence is laced with the smell of cigars. Ghosts presence is always one of intimidation and silence.

“Captain”

“What happened and how did I get back here? How long was I out for and was the mission a failure?”

Price looks over to Ghost. He inhales deeply and sighs before speaking. Give us a moment König this is a lot to process even for us. Price sits down and rubs his hands together before speaking.

“Well Laswell brought on a recruit last moment when all of you guys were deployed on the battlefield. Ghost and myself had to rescue Soap and Gaz they were all caught in a crossfire. And your team notified us that you weren’t gonna make it and Laswell deployed one of their soldiers to come out and save you on the field. They did just that and they managed to eliminate the target swiftly and successfully.

Everyone made it back safely and accounted for. And König it’s been 3 days you’ve been out sleeping and your wound was healed up by the same soldier who saved you.

With a huff Price stands up and looks at König with a smile he looks at König.

“You’ll be meeting your savior shortly”

With that Price leaves the room with Ghost.

“My savior”

A Few Hours Later

The nurse discharges König and he gathers his things and limps out of the infirmary walking to the briefing room where everyone is waiting. As he enters he is greeted by Soap and Gaz.

“König, Glad you made it out in one piece.”

Soap shakes his hand tightly and pats his back.

“Take easy there mate”

Gaz nods to König.

Everyone sits down at the table waiting for Price to finish up talking with Laswell on the phone in the back room.

“Gentlemen”

*he sighs and paces back and forth*

“Laswell informed me we have a new recruit joining us today. This isn’t our ordinary recruit gents. This is a special kind of request from Laswell.

“Whatever happens from this day forth. We are a Task Force 141 nothing will change that.”

“There’s a time and place where you draw the line, wherever you need it. At the end of the day someone has to make the enemy scared of the dark. We get dirty, and the world stays clean.”

“That’s the mission”

All the men in the room agree I’m unison.

The door opens and the same soldiers from the field that König remembered. They walk in still wearing their tactical gear. The sounds of them unclipping their helmet and the take their goggles off. The balaclava is pulled off and revealing a woman. She smiles to the guys.

“Hello, nice to meet you all”

She smiles to everyone and she noticed that everyone is sitting in silence. Price looks around the room. Holding back his laugh. He clears his throat.

“This is (y/n) (l/n) but they go by code name “Sparrow”

“She will be joining us.”

König watches her, memorizing every detail about her face and the way she speaks and smiles.

But the moment is ruined by Soap dropping a cheesy and rather cringy pick up lines.

“You might no bet the best looking’ wan in here but beauty only a light switch away!”

“English Johnny!”

Ghost interrupts Soap cringey pick up line.

“Oi Mate, Leave the poor girl alone you shite!

All the guys laugh at Soap pick up line and they all get up to leave the briefing but to also introduce themselves to (y/n).

“Don’t mind the Scot, I’m Kyle but call me Gaz love.”

Gaz extends his hand out to her and she shakes his hand smiling her eyes glow green.

“I’m Soap Bonnie lass.”

He fixes his Mohawk and shakes her hand with both hands smiling to her.

Ghost looks at her and he noticed her eyes changed colors to blue when she saw him staring at her.

“This is Ghost but he also goes by-?

Soap is about to introduce Ghost but he is immediately cut off by his cold Manchester Accent.

“That’ll do Sergeant!”

Ghost looks at Soap and back to (y/n).

“Mind tell us what are you exactly?

Ghost starts to interrogate her. He stares holes into her soul watching her. She fumbles her fingers looking down.

König walks over towering over the men. He watches them waiting for an answer.

“You can tell us love, give her some room sons.”

Price stands beside Soap looking down at her with a soft gaze.

“It was a couple of years ago. Laswell order a Special Forces to raid a abandoned Russian bunker and they found me. I was the result of a supposed failed experiment and they found me and kept me under the wraps. I trained with special forces and Laswell deemed it necessary for me to be brought out of the darkness and use my powers to help your task force 141.”

“I was born a mutant. They only tested on me which amplified my powers more.”

She sighs looking down nervously.

“My eyes change color depending on the mood I’m in or if I’m scared.”

“My eyes are green”

“But when I get nervous or scared they turn blue”

She looks up and to be met with Königs soft and loving gaze.

He can’t stop looking at her. He’s absolutely enamored by her beauty and her smile but most of all her eyes.

#konig #konig fic #konig imagine #könig x y/n #colonel konig #cod konig #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig x reader #konig call of duty #könig #könig my beloved #könig fanfiction

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Made an official IWSYNTtR Pinterest!

It's where I'm slappin all the inspiration & references for now other than the stuff I put in the server haha

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months

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Donna’s Radio Show Prompt List! - Thursday Dance Party

It’s that time again! The Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I've gone through life white-knuckled in the moments that left me behind

So tell me how come you never showed?

You need to know this situation's getting old

This house doesn't burn down slowly

They say I'll adjust, God knows I must But I'm not sure how

And I'm running out of time

And I hit like a raging bull Anointed by the blood,

This road never looked so lonely

I don't ever wanna let you down

With my face flashing crimson from the fires of

And now we've outstayed our welcome and it's closing time hell

Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed

Drank with the devil and forgot my name

But you gave me the best mixtape I have

What's somebody like you, doing in a place like this?

Die for me?

And then she kissed me like there was nobody else in the room

You say "hello" Inside I'm screaming I love you

What's so special about being back here

This city never sleeps at night

Woke with somebody when the morning came

Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand

Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain-check

There I was, sitting on the roof of the world

You talk to him And it burns me like the sun

Won't let you get away, said, if we ever meet again

Here's to the time we have, Here's to the lines we crossed

Get your hands off of my trigger

And you always had it, but you never knew

And I'm not kind if you betray me

I met her on Grafton street right outside of the bar

I was holding her hand, her hand was holding mine

You say "goodnight" In my mind I'm sleeping next to you

Truth be told I was saved By the love, of a good man

You call me up and ask me how I've been

So give me your lips and just let me kiss 'em

And your lover's screaming loudly

Kiss me all night, don't ever let me go

Are you gonna fight for me?

Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead

Hope you don't see me blush, but I can't help but want you more,

Everyone says I was lucky to have got there

I don't ever wanna leave this town

There's no surrender, 'cause there's no retreat

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innocence (jay halstead x reader)

ch. 3- Large Cheese Pizza and a 2-Liter Diet Coke

series summary: you’re new, both in Intelligence and new to the dating scene. but when you fall in love with your partner, he shows you a whole new world, exposing you to so much more than you had ever experienced.

chapter warnings: mentions of domestic violence, gunshot wounds, blood, other canon-typical stuff, vomiting, and there’s also fluff with jay. next chapter is when things get spicy!!!

read the rest of “innocence” here !!!

a/n: i'm gonna be super busy next week so an update on this book may/may not happen. luckily, we're almost at the end, and i think that the ending is gonna be really, really sweet. like...tooth rottingly sweet.

You deeply regretted not going shopping when your sister had asked you to, because now you were standing in front of your closet, clothes strewn across the room, and you had absolutely nothing to wear.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

You found a pair of black slacks and a red low-cut top, buried deep within your closet. As you tossed them into your backpack for work, you prayed that this was one of your non-wrinkle shirts. Before quickly grabbing a banana and heading out the door, you texted Jay, saying,

Portillos at 7?

Let’s go somewhere nicer, a new Italian place opened up, we should try it!

Sounds good- text me address and i’ll meet you!

The next message was an address from Jay, and you nodded before turning off your phone so you could hop into your car. You were already in a rush becuase you were running late; you didn’t need any other distractions to get between you and getting to work. As you drove to work, a call came in on your radio.

“10-1, 10-1! Officer shot on 65th and Vine, requesting backup immediately! Offender is white, male, fleeing west on 64th!”

That’s only five blocks away.

“This is 50201 Adam, I am five blocks away, dispatch be advised: plainclothes officer responding.”

“Copy that, 50201 Adam.”

You turned on your sirens, and you sped off to the situation. Once you were there, you stopped your car, got out, and ran over to the officer, who was applying pressure on his partner’s wound.

“What happened?” “We’re on a domestic violence call, and my partner goes up to the door and she gets shot in the shoulder, the guy left through the back.”

“How long ago?”

“2 minutes.”

A gunshot rang out from down the block, and you took off, radioing in,

“Dispatch, roll a bus to 65th and Vine, gunshots rang out from down the street, be advised plainclothes officer responding.”

You sprinted to the house, and you heard someone screaming for help. You kicked open the door, quickly moving through the house, making sure each room was clear before yelling out,

“Chicago PD!” “Up here! Help me please!”

You ran upstairs, towards the sound of the voice. It was coming from the bedroom, There was a woman, laying in the bedroom on the floor, blood gushing out of her. Your eyes went wide, but you didn’t have time to be in shock. You had to save her. Almost immediately, you started putting pressure on the wound; the only reason that you hadn’t started was because you had to take off your shirt to start applying pressure, leaving you in your sports bra. You radioed in again, saying

“Dispatch, this is 50201 Adam, I need a bus to my location; I have a gunshot wound to the abdomen, victim is Asian, female, looks about late 20s, early 30s. I need a bus ASAP.”

“Copy that, sending a bus.”

You kept applying pressure,holding your shirt over the wound. As you looked into the woman’s eyes, seeing how terrified she was, you used your other hand to hold hers. You introduced yourself, and you said,

“My name’s Officer Y/n. I need you to stay with me, okay? Stay with me. You’re gonna be okay, an ambulance is on the way.”

She nodded, and you smiled down at her, trying to mask all the anxiety and worry that was building in your stomach. You kept pressing down, praying that she would be okay. She was just minding her own business, in her own home, where she was supposed to feel safe. It would never be the same for her, and you could only imagine the psychological ramifications that she would have to deal with. You said,

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just stay with me. I got you.”

You heard sirens blaring outside, and you smiled down at the woman, who was sweating, panting, and crying. She was clearly in pain and terrified, but hopefully, she would be okay. As she looked up into your eyes, you gave her a nod of encouragement,

“You’re doing so good, you’re so strong. The paramedics are here, sweetheart, you’re gonna be okay, okay?”

She nodded, and you said, placing her hand on your now-bloodied shirt,

“Hold this.”

You went to the window, threw it open, and you screamed out,

“Get me a paramedic, now!”

The paramedics had just gotten out of their ambulance, and they quickly hurried up to where you were now continuing to put pressure on the wound. You heard their footsteps, sprinting up the stairs, and only when one of them knelt down beside her did you step away, heading back downstairs to talk to the investigative officer. But you didn’t expect to be met with your teammates, who were standing outside waiting for you.

“There she is! Y/n, what happened?” Jay asked as you came up and stood in front of them, arms crossed over your chest. He took off his jacket and hung it over your shoulders, seeing as you were shirtless, and you pulled it around your body.

“I, I was leaving my house and I got the radio that an officer was shot, just like five blocks away, and I responded, conducted everything, you know? I had just missed the offender, but then there was gunshots again, and I went after it, I know I should have waited for backup, but there wasn’t time. I got upstairs, and she was there, offender was gone, I couldn’t chase, and then I just needed something to put pressure, so I just used my shirt.”

“You okay?” Voight asked, his hand on your shoulder

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I just need a few.”

You pushed past everyone, walking quickly to your car, and you sat in the driver’s seat. It was like visualizing your partner all over again, only this time, it was a civilian, whose name you didn’t even know. Inside, your stomach felt like a pit. You did the right thing, completely. There wasn’t anything you could have done other than put pressure on the wound and call for help.

Why did you feel like this?

Maybe it was how terrified the woman looked, how it reminded you of your partner and how he looked into your eyes, having that same look. Fear. No matter how tough you thought you were, how much training you went through, a gunshot wound, even if non-life threatening, could make you realize just how fleeting life is. It could also make you rethink everything, especially your career choice. You heard the passenger door open, and your head whipped around to find Jay climbing into your car.

“I just wanted to check in on you,” he said.

“I’m okay. Just stirred up some old memories,” you shrugged, running a hand down your face and taking a deep breath. “Um, tonight, I know we were supposed to go out, but can we, can we just stay in and get a pizza?”

“Of course. You wanna head back? To Intelligence?”

“Don’t I have to give a statement?”

“You did. Intelligence is taking the case. Officer got shot, they want the best on it.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “Can I just wear this until we get back?”

“Of course.

You slipped on the jacket and zipped it up, covering yourself so you could head back outside with your team. Jay brought you over to where they were all standing, and you gave them all a smile.

“Any word on the officer at Med?” You asked.

“It’s looking good; she’ll pull through. Haven’t heard anything about the civilian,” Voight replied.

“I want you and Halstead to go to Med, see if she’s awake. Did you get a look at the offender?”

“No, sir.”

“Description?”

“Male, white. I’ll ask the officer, the one whose partner was shot, again, and if the civilian is up, I’ll ask her as well. But that’s all I got.”

“Alright. Go to Med,” Voight said.

You went to your car and your headed to Med, meeting up with Jay once there. The two of you headed into Med together, flashing your badge to the front desk. Jay said,

“A GSW to the shoulder came in, one of ours?”

“She’s up in 400. Awake, you can talk to her.”

You and Jay quickly headed up to the room and you flashed your badges to the officers stationed outside. They let the two of you inside, and you two stood side by side.

“Officer…”Jay trailed off.

“Officer Morgan.”

“Officer Morgan, how are you?” He asked, and you stood by him with a sympathetic look on your face.

“Besides the bullet hole in my shoulder…I’m alright.”

“Did you get a good look at the man who shot you?” You asked, and Jay took out his mini notepad from the pocket of his jeans.

“He was white, about like 5’10, average height and build…I don’t remember anything else.”

“Did he say anything?” You asked, while Jay kept scribbling.

“No. Nothing. And the only thing I remember was being dragged by my partner, and the sky. That’s it.”

“Okay. Thank you. If you remember anything..”

“I’ll call. How’s my partner?”

“He’s gonna be relieved when he finds out you’re okay,” Jay said. “You rest up.”

You and Jay left Med and headed back to the District. Once there, you headed to the locker room, changed out of Jay’s jacket, and you put on a spare black shirt that you kept in your locker. When you walked into Intelligence, you handed Jay his jacket back, thanking him for letting you wear it. As he hung it on his chair, he could smell your perfume lingering on it, ever so faintly. He couldn’t wait to put it on and be reminded of you as he wore it.

You perched on your desk as Voight discussed the case, running down the facts. Most likely, this offender would strike again, especially since he was apprehended. The problem was that there was no apparent correlation between the woman who called in the domestic violence dispute, Katie Clark, Officer Morgan, and Maxine Ng, the gunshot victim. The victimology was seemingly random. But you were assigned to dig deeper into their pasts, see if there was anything that was initially missed. At least, that would be your assignment until this offender struck again. This offender was violent, and clearly not stable. It was imperative to catch him as soon as possible, to bring one more violent person off the streets.

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Everything seemed to be a blur throughout the day. Assignments melted together, and you were pulled in fifteen thousand different directions. There was barely time for you to eat; you just picked up a snack or two from the vending machine to tide you over until tonight. You were running around with Jay whenever you weren’t looking up something for the team. On one hand, you wanted to sit, eat a decent meal, and be able to breathe, but you also wanted to catch this guy. You could eat tonight, with Jay, after your shift was over, or whenever Voight let you all go, if he did. At this point, it was whichever came first.

You had compiled a list of potential suspects, all with priors for domestic violence, and you had brought it to the hospital to see if either the officer or the civilian recognized any of them. Thankfully, both of them recognize the same guy, and you were now one step closer to putting him away. Both of you reported back to Intelligence, and you slapped a photo of the suspect, named Oliver Vincent, on the whiteboard.

“Oliver Vincent, 5’10, 30 years old. He’s got priors for domestic violence, assault, the works. Last seen at his girlfriend’s house this morning. We’re gonna get his photo out to all of foot patrol, and we’re gonna head to his home address.”

“Good. We want to get this guy off the street ASAP.”

You and Jay had Sergeant Platt send out an alert to all the foot patrol officers with a photo of your suspect. Hopefully, one of them would see him and be able to apprehend him. Until then, you and Jay were heading to Vincent’s home. Maybe, this guy was a complete fool, hiding out in his apartment, and your job would be made very, very easy. You prayed for a lucky break.

You and Jay headed up to the front door, and Jay banged on it.

“Chicago PD! Open up!”

2 gunshots rang out, and the both of you leaned the opposite way, trying to avoid getting shot.

“Son of a bitch,” you murmured as Jay kicked in the door.

“10-1! 10-1! Shots fired at police at 34-63 Raleigh Street! Offender is armed and violent, requesting backup! Plainclothes officers in pursuit!” Jay said, into his

The two of you moved through the house, first moving through the living room, then the kitchen. You were both alerted to the sound of a door opening, and the both of you sprinted to the backdoor. Jay let you through first, and you saw Vincent turn left. You took off, running towards him, gun drawn and ready to be shot.

You could feel the blood pumping through your body as you chased after him. He turned back, fired at you, but you ducked behind a trash can as the bullets whizzed by you. You looked out, checking to make sure the coast was clear before darting off again. Jay was following on the other side with his truck, following your path. You had eyes on Vincent, locked on him.

Stronger grip, tighten that wrist.

The next time he turned around and raised that gun, you fired.

Bang. Bang.

You hit him, right where you wanted him: in the shoulder. It was wrong, you should have gone for the chest, but you wanted to watch him pay. You wanted him to sit in an interrogation room or have Voight put him in the cage. Whatever happened, you wanted to see him punished. Death would give him an easy way out, one that you weren’t willing to give.

He tried to get up, but stumbled, clutching his shoulder and falling to the ground. You tackled him, pinning his hands behind his back and shoving him to the ground.

“Hello, Mr. Vincent. It’s time to take a ride,” you snarled before radioing in for a bus.

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Back at the district, after you’d been cleared for the shooting, you found yourself in the locker room. You needed some time, needed to collect yourself. It didn’t matter that you’d been cleared by the shooting squad. Inside, guilt gnawed at your stomach, twisting and turning it until you couldn’t keep it inside. The only inkling of solace you felt was that in a weird, twisted way, you were merciful. You let him live. There was no killing on your conscience.

Jay found you hunched over the garbage can, puking your guts out. You pulled up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, swallowing thickly and grimacing.

You turned around to find Jay, watching you with concern.

“You okay?”

You sat down on the bench, holding your head in your hands. Taking a deep breath, blinking away any tears that had pooled, you said,

“All good.”

“First one?”

“It wasn’t that. I, uh, before I shot, I had this thought.”

“What?” He asked, sitting down next to you.

“I wanted him to live. I wanted Voight to toss him in the cage, to make him pay. I don’t know why, I just..”

“It’s natural. It’s completely natural. He shot at one of ours, beat his girl. Hell, I wanted him to pay.”

You nodded, running a hand through your hair and taking a deep breath. He put his arm around you and said,

“You did good, okay? Clean shoot.”

“Clean shoot,” you repeated, nodding your head.

“Get some water, clear your head, and come back. I left a bag of Goldfish on your desk, thought you could use a snack.”

“Goldfish?”

“Figured you could use something happy. Snack that smiles back.”

You chuckled, watching as Jay walked away. Once he was out, you rinsed your face, splashing water on the front and back of your neck, resetting yourself.

Clean shot.

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Once you got home, you changed into a pair od wide-leg sweatpants and a tank top, sweeping your hair up. You dialed the number for the pizza place, and ordered a large cheese pizza with a 2-Liter bottle of diet Coke. The worker on the other end told you that it would be about 20 minutes for a delivery, and you agreed. Hopefully, the pizza would get here just as Jay would be arriving so it would still be hot.

Your doorbell rung about 15 minutes later. and you lept up to see who it was. When you saw Jay standing outside your door, you opened it and let him inside. He was holding a box of pizza and a bag with the Diet Coke in it.

“I ran into him. Smells delicious.”

You took the box from him and set it in your kitchen before opening it. Jay kicked off his shoes and he set them by the door. The delicious pizza aroma wafted through the apartment, and you salivated at how delicious it looked. You pulled a slice out, and grabbed a plate from the cabinet above you, putting the slice on it.

“Here,” you said, handing it to Jay, “eat.”

He gratefully accepted the slice, and you pulled out one for yourself before sitting on the couch and turning on the TV. You placed your slice on the coffee table and went to the fridge, grabbing two beers from it and bringing them back to the couch. When you came back, you handed one to Jay and kept one for yourself. He opened both of them with a bottle opener on his keychain, and you sat down next to him, now finally able to enjoy your dinner.

“How are you?” He asked as he took a drink from his beer.

“I’m okay. The, uh, Goldfish were nice; I needed something to eat.”

“I figured. But, uh now, how are you?”

“I’m okay. Grateful to be at home, eating an actual meal. Having a beer.”

“I can get with that.”

You leaned onto his shoulder, your head resting on his collarbone. He scratched your scalp, softly murmuring,

“You’re good, hm?”

You nodded, glancing up at him and snuggling deeper into his side. He let his hand rest on your shoulder and you looked up at him.

“This was not how I imagined our first date to go,” you admitted as you finished off your beer.”

“Me neither, but here we are.”

“Here we are,” you agreed. “Want another slice?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

You took his plate and got both him and you another helping of pizza, bringing the plates back to your spot on the couch. He took his plate from you and you made yourself comfortable once again.

“Feel free to turn on whatever you want to watch.”

He put on a movie, one that you hadn’t even heard of, and the two of you lounged on your couch. The silence shared between the two of you was comforting, more so than if you were talking. It was nice not having to make chit-chat and to have to put on a front. All you had to do with Jay was be yourself, and unapologetically at that. That was all he ever asked, well besides not being stupid.

He saw you start to drift off to sleep, snuggling into him, arms involuntarily wrapping around his torso. Jay smiled, since you looked like a little koala bear, hugging a tree. You looked at peace, unworried. Right now was the one moment of solace you had been able to get all day, and if Jay knew anything, it was that these moments didn’t come around often. He was not going to disturb you, not yet at least. If there was one thing you deserved after today, it was a few moments of peace. His arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder gently. Something about the way you snuggled into him almost naturally made his chest swell with something he couldn’t admit out loud.

He was protective over you.

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fighterkimburgess · 2 years

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Officer Down

Summary: After an explosion rips through a box truck in a parking lot, Hailey Upton doesn’t wake up immediately.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: injuries, medical tests, talk of needles and blood.

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AN: If anyone had “Cíara writes an upstead fic” in their hiatus bingo, let me know. You should probably buy a lotto ticket.

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The ringing in his ears began to fade as Jay sat up, the world covered in grey smoke. Turning his head too quickly was almost painful, but his mind was focused on one thing. Where was his wife?

“HAILEY!” He screamed, vision finally coming back fully as he looked around. The truck was blown to pieces, twisted scorched metal dotted around the lot. He thought there was a car alarm going off, but he wasn’t sure. “HAILEY!”

There was no response, and Jay made himself stand and survey the scene. She’d been just behind him. But now she was twenty yards away and he was running, losing his balance as he tried sprinting to her with a spinning head and aching heart.

“Hailey, Hailey. Hailey, wake up. Wake up!” She was too still, but her pulse was steady under her too pale skin. He grabbed out his multiway, the Intelligence only radio ignored as he fiddled with the channel.

“50-21 George there’s been an explosion at the parking lot at West Addison and California. 10-1, officer down. Roll an RA to our location right now, she’s unconscious.” His fingers never left Hailey’s neck, her pulse easing his worries. “Hailey, are you with me? Wake up, Hail, c’mon. Wake up.”

He was too afraid to shake her with the blow she’d taken, worried about how her back could have been injured. Instead with one hand he picked up his secure radio, Voight screaming into it.

“Sarge! Hailey’s been hurt. There was an explosion, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Is she awake? Jay, is she awake?” He could barely hear his sergeant’s question over the fear in his head but he shook it.

“She’s unconscious. Ambo is on the way, we’re closer to Rush but I’ll get them to bring us to Med. She’s not waking up.”

“It’s Upton, she’s going to be fine. Stay with your wife. We’ll stay on Escano, Hailey needs you.”

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The roar of the ambulance finally arrived, along with CFD’s finest. And in this case he was so lucky it was people he knew from 51 arriving, hoses in hand to knock back the fire from the explosion. Mikami and a stranger came running over with the backboard, shock on Mikami’s face.

“Halstead, what happened?”

“There was an explosion, a case we were working our CI got burned. Hailey got the brunt. Violet…” It was the first time he’d used the paramedic’s first name, and he saw immediately how it affected her.

“You’re coming with us, you’re injured too. I’m assuming you want Med?”

“Please?” Jay never begged, never asked questions, but when it was to get Hailey the best care he’d do anything.

“But Rush is closest to—“ The paramedic he didn’t know began to speak, but Violet interrupted her.

“Detective Halstead’s brother is an attending at Med, and this is said detective’s wife. If we don’t bring her to Med she’ll get transferred across. It’s better continuity of care.” She paused, finishing her survey and putting a c-collar on his still unconscious wife. “Go get the backboard on the other side. STELLA! We need you for a roll.”

Jay watched as one of his wife’s friends came over, dawning horror on her face as she realised it was Hailey lying there.

“Halstead…what…what can I do?”

“Just help her. Please.”

He watched them roll her on and strap her in, the rest of Stella’s truck crew running as gently as possible with Hailey to get her into the ambulance. Jay followed, pats on his back and squeezes to his arm as he got in from the people he knew.

“Let me know what happens,” Stella said, the last one to give him a squeeze as he got in.

“You know I will. She’ll kill me if I don’t.”

The doors shut and Stella hit them, the new paramedic setting off with the sirens going.

“Where’s Brett?” Jay asked, watching as Violet put a mask on Hailey, gauze on the cuts on her face.

“Put this on your cheek, you’re bleeding.” She handed him a wad of gauze and he followed her instructions, wincing at the ache the pressure gave him. “She’s in Oregon. Jacobs is my temporary partner while she’s gone. She’ll be back soon.”

It was clear she didn’t want conversation and Jay stayed quiet in the rig as Violet worked. Hailey was still unconscious as they pulled into Med, the doors opening to reveal Maggie and Will.

“Jay. What happened?” Will went to professional mode, but Jay could see the worry in his eyes.

“Hailey Upton, 33. Caught in an explosion, she’s been unconscious since it happened.” Violet rattled off vital signs but Jay didn’t pay attention, just watching as they wheeled her into a trauma room. It was flashbacks to finding Kim, except this time he wasn’t covered in blood. She’d be fine. She had to be fine.

His stomach roiled and he ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to bring up bile. They’d been made. His wife was in danger and he could barely breathe. If they only got six months to be married and that was it…no. He couldn’t think like that. He couldn’t.

When he was steady enough he flushed and washed his hands, arriving back out to see Hailey’s bed be wheeled to the elevator. He went to run but Will stopped him, grabbing onto his shoulders. For the first time in almost two years Jay melted into his big brother and let Will hold him, taking the strength he needed for a moment.

“How is she?” He asked when he let go, Will steering him to an empty bay.

“She’s still unconscious. We’ve sent her up for a CT and MRI to make sure everything’s ok in her spine and brain. It’s normal after a hard fall like that, so I’m not worried that she’s still out. Do we need to know anything?”

“No, nothing. She’s healthy, things are good. Things are finally good for us, Will. We’re married and happy and things are finally right. I can’t…”

“She’s going to be fine. You could have told me about the marriage though, finding out from her ring wasn’t fun and I couldn’t answer any questions.”

Jay rocked his mind back to when he’d told his brother…and he hadn’t. Between work and the new apartment and Will picking up extra shifts because of the stupid ass apartment building he’d bought they hadn’t been able to get a drink since maybe Halloween.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Good to know you can keep a secret. I need to stitch up your face, tell me what happened.”

He didn’t have Hailey there to distract him from the needles, fear gripping him. But Will kept him talking and he was able to get through it with the thought that he’d see his wife soon. He had to see her soon.

“Congratulations. I’m taking you both out for dinner when she’s ready to go. You deserve it. Do you want Mom’s ring?”

“Nah.” The thought of that ring hadn’t even hit his mind. “She didn’t even want an engagement ring. The silicone bands mean we don’t need to worry in work about anything.”

“Practical as always. We were able to leave hers on for the moment. She should be back any minute, once I get the results I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks.” They came out to Hailey being wheeled down and Jay was allowed sit with her. It’d been an hour and a half since everything had happened, and time had passed too quickly and not fast enough. He stayed still, holding the hand that didn’t have a cannula in it. Every part of his body wanted to leave the hospital, but it was Hailey. He wasn’t going anywhere.

A knock on the glass startled him, Ruzek there with a grave expression on his face. Jay gave the wave for him to come in, Adam taking the spare seat.

“How is she?”

“Still unconscious. Will says it’s normal, but.” He shrugged.

“If anybody knows what you’re dealing with right now, I do. And I know the rage that’s gonna hit you in about an hour, that someone could harm the person you love. And I also know that you’ll let it fester because you won’t make the stupid decisions I made.”

“I went with you for some of them.”

“Let me be wise and sage for a minute. I wanted to check in, I was driving past and thought you’d want an update. But Escano’s dead.”

“The fuck?”

“He was stabbed to death. And castrated. Anna’s missing. It’s a mess but it’s our mess. Stay here with your wife, make sure she’s ok.”

“I can…”

“Platt once told me that the worst thing to do is to wake up alone after an in the line incident. I still regret not being here last year when Kim woke up. Stay here.”

“When did she tell you that?” Jay meant it as a joke, but Adam took it seriously, eyes staring at the ceiling as he counted.

“Seven years, four months, eleven days ago. When Kim got shot by that robot gun shit. But it’s good advice.”

“Yeah. It is. Let me know what’s happening?”

“You know I will.” Ruzek stood, looking over at Hailey in the bed. “You know she’s loved you for years, right? Even when we were together, we both knew there was someone else we wanted. I’m just really glad she’s happy. You both deserve it.”

“Thank you. For all of it.” Jay rose and pulled the younger man into a hug, holding him close for a few seconds before they separated. Adam got it out of everyone, and having him there for even a few minutes meant a lot.

“I’ve gotta get back, we’re searching for whatever we can find. Voight and Platt told me to let you know that if you even think about coming back to the district they’ll individually and together kill you.” Jay actually laughed at that, a real one that made Adam smile.

“I’m not leaving. Even if it is a hospital.”

As Ruzek left with a wave, badge around his neck as he went back to work, Will arrived in with an iPad. The first thing he did was pull the c-collar from around Hailey’s neck, Jay relaxing seeing it happen.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Her neck and spine are fine. She’s got some cracked ribs, and she’ll have a concussion and a hell of a headache, but she’ll be fine.”

“Why isn’t she awake then?” The anger burst out of him unintentionally, staring at his brother. “If she’s ok why hasn’t she woken up?”

“How much stress are you under right now? Can you even tell me about it?” Will didn’t give him an inch, Jay staring back at him.

“No.”

“That’s why. Her body was forced to rest, so now she’s fully resting. It’s a good thing, as awkward as it can be. She’ll wake up soon. We’re gonna admit her for the night for observation, someone will be over to bring her up to the neuro ward. I got Abrams to check her scans to be sure. Ok?”

“I’m sorry. Thanks.”

“I get it.” Will squeezed his shoulder before going to leave. “I’ve to get back to work, when I’m finished I’ll come up to see you both.”

It was another forty minutes before an orderly came down to get her upstairs, Jay following them. Hailey was put into a room on her own, a view of Chicago from the window. Not that Jay even noticed it, his attention was focused on his wife in the bed.

Every twenty minutes or so he got a text from someone in his unit letting him know what was going on. They’d found the stash house and Anna was safe, Escano’s killer unknown. He could read between the lines of Burgess’s text, what she wasn’t saying but was. He didn’t care. Anna wasn’t his problem right then, his wife was his priority. Whatever happened with the case happened. He’d find out later.

Violet had put Hailey’s cannula in her right hand thanks to him insisting she was left handed so Jay got to hold her hand, pushing a kiss to her wedding ring. After the worst week of their lives, the fear that she’d be in prison or worse. The not knowing. The way Voight proved he would actually go down for one of them. He’d never trust the man how he used to - and he knew Hailey wouldn’t either - but that had meant a little to him.

“I really need you to wake up soon. I dunno how long I can wait here without your eyes open. Please?”

He stared at the tv in the corner, a random infomercial playing. How they’d found an infomercial in the early evening he had no idea, but there it was on the screen.

“Jay?” He turned too quickly, Hailey’s eyes open and a confused expression on her face.

“Hey. There was an explosion, you got hit pretty hard and you’ve been out. How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got pushed onto my back by an explosion?” Her dry humour made him laugh, Hailey grinning. He hit the call bell for the nurse, watching as the exam was done.

“A mild concussion but you got very lucky, Detective. And your husband didn’t leave your side. We’ll leave you alone for a while, and I’ll get food for you.”

She stared at Jay in shock for a moment until they were alone. “You hate hospitals.”

“And?”

“No, Jay, you hate hospitals. I had to bribe you with paying for range time to make you get a flu shot.”

“But I love you. So wherever you go, I go. Got it?”

“Got it.”

He leaned down to kiss her, breathing in the smell that was just Hailey. They were ok. That was all he cared about right now.

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