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avasnotalee · 3 years

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hiiiiii i made another terrible miraculous t-word fic lol

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Ship: MariChat

Switch!Mari Switch!Chat Noir

It was yet another night of waiting on a desertedrooftop for Chat Noir, as he waited for Ladybug. Although he knew she was busy being the new guardian of the miraculous, he couldnt help but wish his partner were there with him. Chat missed the nights they shared, when they leaped from building to building; making sure everything was in order. He missed the jokes and remarks they exhnaged.. he missed it all. Then he thought of the most hurtful time he had been stood up by Ladybug, and how he went to Marinette’s place. He had begun to go there more frequently on the days he was left to patrol himself, as marinette was good company, although he could never stay there for very long.

As everything in Paris seemed in order, Chat Noir made his way to the rooftop of the Dupain-Cheng family’s bakery. With a knock on the little trap door, Marinette popped up to answer it. Before Chat had came, she was very busy learing about her new responsibilities as the guardian, but thankfully she had her new kwami friends to help her through the journey. Those new friends of course, had to hide in marinette’s miracle box, which the box itself was safely hidden in a pink dollhouse on her desk.

“Oh, um- hey Chat!” Marinette exclaimed nervously, she was not prepared for his presence, as she was deep into her studies.

“Hey Marinette, Ladybug didnt show for patrol again tonight, and I was wandering if I could hang with you a while to feel less lonely?”

“Yeah! Of course, come on in.”

Suddenly, it hit marinette like a brick that she still had all of her pictures of Adrien up in her room! (not that it mattered, becuase they were for research purposes only, right?)

“wAIT- hold on my room is uhhh- a little messy.. um.. yeah! wait here for a minute.”

suddenly, the trap door was closed in Chats face.

“Shes a terrible liar” Chat thought to himself

“What is she hiding?”

Marinette came back with a nervous smile plastered across her face

“Okay all clean like a bug in a rug! super sparkely- nice haha..”

“Are you okay mari?”

“Oh me? what? pshhh yeah im great”

“ooookay then”

Chat noir climed down the steps into Marinettes vibrant room

“Soooooo what are you really hiding from me?”

“Me? Hiding? Something? I have no secrets from you Chat Noir” Marinette nervously giggled

“Are you suuuuuure?” Chat teased, lightly poking her in the side

A high pitched squeal escaped mari’s lips, causing chat noir to give her a smug look of suspision

“Oh now theres defintley something youve never told me before”

“I have no idea what youre talking about”

“that youre actually pretty sensitive, huh purr-incess?” The blonde teen smirked

“I um.. no-“

without giving Marinette a chance to defend herself, Chat Noir tackled the poor girl to the ground

“cmon chat, were not 5 years old”

“well too bad there is nothing you can do about it” he grinned, pinning marinette at the wrists above her head. Chat proceeded to take his free hand, and start spidering her helpless midsection

Marinette began to buck and squirm “come ohohohon chat noir hahaha” she pleaded

“this is the most convenient way for me to get information out of you, isnt it marinette?”

“nohohohoho theres nothing to hide hahahaha”

“I know how to get you to tell me”

Chat began to dig and wiggle his thin fingers into her underarms

“PLEHEHEHEASE CHAT NOIR NAHAHAHA” Marinette threw her head back in laughter, with her legs kicking out in front

“Please what? Keep going? Sure I will!”

“ILL GET YOU SOHOHOME FOOD FROHOHOM THE BAKERY PLEAHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!”

Chat Noir let up his fingers to think about the deal

“hmm I could go for a macaroon right about now. I’ll set you free, but the macaroon has to be grapefruit.”

Marinette lay on the ground panting “fine, I’ll get you your grapefruit macaroon.”

She got up to get the treat, and as she quietly went down the stairs, it struck Chat Noir that he may be able to find what she was hiding while she was gone.

Chat looked everywhere, but couldnt find anything interesting. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed a diary free on marinettes desk. As soon as he was able to walk over, he could hear marinette coming up the stairs. He quickly grabbed the book but didnt get the chance to open it.

Marinette walked into her room to see Chat Noir standing very awkwardly, with his hands behind his back.

“Um, Chat? What do you have?”

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Obviously becuase youre hiding something behind you.”

“No I’m not, I’m just respectfullly holding my hands behind my back. Did you get the macaroon?”

“Of course I did” Marinette extended her hand to give him the macaroon. Although the grapefruit macaroon that she makes weekly was reserved for adrien, she considered making another one another time would be worth it to get out of Chat Noir’s Claws

As he went to grab his snack, Mari realized his other hand was still behind his back. He was definitley hiding something.

“Chaaaaaaat, what do you have?”

“I already told you, I dont have anything.”

Marinette ran behind Chat, and got a glimpse of her diary just before he was able to turn around. He shoved the whole macaroon in his mouth, then held the book high above her head, just out of reach.

“Hey! I need that!” Marinette whined, jumping to get her diary back.

“You didnt read anything in it did you!?”

“Not yet”

“I really need that back chat”

“onlly if you can reach it first”

of course Mari couldnt reach it. She defintiley wasnt short, but she was not near as tall as Chat Noir. She remebered once when she had tickle_ him as Ladybug, so it was definitley one of his weaknesses. If she couldnt reach, shed need to use another method to get back the holder of all her deepest secrets

Marinette scribbled Chat Noir’s underarms, causing him to pull his arms down to protect his sensitive spots

“H-Hey! You cant just- nahaha” He then dropped the book and Marinette put it back in her super safe box for it.

“Now its payback time!”

“What- why? nO-“

Marinette then tackled the flustered cat “Why not? Dont tell me youre ticklish Chat

Noir!” Of course she already knew the answer, but seeing him turn all red and shy about it was just too cute to miss out on.

“God I hate that word. I hate even saying it out loud.”

“aweee but its such a presious word! tickle tickle tickle kittyyyy”

Marinette began to teasingly poke Chat Noir’s sides, and watched as he started to panic

“no mari wait- nohohoho you cahahant just nahaha” he tried to push her hands off his torso, but he was already weak with laughter

“poor ticklish chat, having your weakness used against you and Ladybug isnt even here to help.” She cooed, spidering his tummy

“noHohO I- plehehease I cahahahant! hahaha” Now he was the one pinned with his legs kicking beneath marinette being straddled on top of him

“dont let any akumatized villans find out about your little secret, itd be over for you within 30 seconds! Escpecially around your your hips~”

“hohohow did you- AHAHAHAHA MARI IM GONNA DIIIIHIHIE AHAHAHAHA!”

Chat thrusted and bucked in attempt to get the strong girl off of him, but it was practically useless as he was rendered imobile given his situation.

“MARI HAHAHHAHA I CAHAHAHANT!”

“Ill tell you what kitty, if you say the word tickle, I’ll let you go.”

“BUHUHUT I CAHAHAHANT NAHAHAHA!”

“its such an easy word to say, if you refuse to say it, im just gonna assume that you must like being tickled”

“NOHOHOHOHO I DOHOHOHONT”

“then say it.” Mari grinned down at him

“TIHIHIHIHI NAHAHAHAHA” Chat Noir’s laughter went silent

“okay fine you were close enough” she sat on the floor next to him and played with his hair as he still giggled out the phantom tickles

“youre sure protective of that book arehehent you?”

“eh, it was mostly just an excuse for me to get you back.”

“thats so mean.”

ty for reading! If you have any story requests pls send lols

#miraculous tickles #tickle #miraculous ladybug #mlb tickling #mlb tickles #tickling #t-words #im cry this took way too long for how it turned out wtf #marichat asf tho

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artymcart · 4 years

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Can I hear more about your endverse AU? I’m WAY interested in it!!!

Suuuuuure! But be prepared, you opened Pandoras Box. Just to be clear, I know some facts for sure, some of this is still a WIP 🤷‍♀️

Oh and I deliver without an order because my brain jumps from one thing to another, so, let's start:

• The EndverseAU is an post apocalyptic event that happens AFTER ther defeated Chuck. The main group of survivors are Dean, Sam, Eileen, Castiel and Jack

• The fight against Chuck was a big event and they only could do it with help from The Empty, Death, Amara, Naomi and Rowena. They searched also for Michael but Naomi told them that he's gone, no one knows where.

• Chucks death was a cosmic mess and all Worlds he created and still existed, were merged together. So there are seemless borders to other worlds when you travel. Like, you drive on a road and it is sunny and green and in the next second you're in a World without roads and there are squirrels everywhere.

• The existing Worlds are all defect, they jump around which makes it impossible to say if you're save in the place you are.

• Jack lost a lot of his power during the fight with Chuck. He's mostly sleeping and does not talk anymore. Not a single word. No one knows why but Cas has some theories.

• The Gates to Heaven and Hell are closed and sealed. The group does not know about Rowena or Naomi. The Empty went to sleep again after it swallowed Chuck whole and Cas lost his grace.

• Everyone knows about the Winchesters. In every Universe. Because Chuck is a dick and "delivered" a Prophecy in which is told that "the last angels grace, made by God himself" will put everything in order again.

• Since Cas is the only angel still on earth, which grace was made by God himself, he's a target, which they discover fast because not even days after the big fight people try to get into the bunker and try to kidnap Castiel.

• At some point Team Free Will 2.0 + Eileen are trapped in the Bunker because a lot of people try to get into the building. Demons, Monsters we didn't know that they exist, people from different worlds which are desperate and angry. They camp around the Bunker entrances and just wait for our Team.

• So TFW 2.1 (Eileen is now part of them) pack everything they need and in a midnight plan, they leave the Bunker behind and Sam pulls the trigger. There is no Men of Letters Bunker anymore and no one who could follow them.

• There are a lot of places without running water, electricity or reception. Most Motels are closed and the Team sleeps in empty houses or in tents. Dean hates it. Everyone hates it. There are a lot of fights.

• After a while they find out that Jody and Donna are still alive and they hold a fort in Kansas. They try to save as many kids around as possible, especially these which parents are dead or got lost in Worlds.

• Cas feels like a liability, because he's the reason they are always on the run. If they find a plave to stay, not even a week later people find them and try to kill them. So in an jackass like DIY spell he extracts his own grace and hides it in a small magical veil. The spell leaves a wound on his throat which never heals fully and is always red, swollen and painfull. Castiel is in pain, always. But everything for the Winchesters. He gives the veil to Dean.

• They fight, a lot. There are days Sam and Dean have to get pulled away from each other. Bloody lips and blue eyes included. There are days in which Cas and Dean get into physical fights. There are days in which Jack makes cars exploding and glass shatters. There are days in which Eileen can't even sign fast enough to express her anger so she also shouts at them.

• It's time for more space. Dean does not want to leave the Impala behind but he also does not want to sleep in the woods anymore or has to fight for the backseat of his car. Also there's this thing with Cas and him (it's complicated) and a bit more privacy would help everyone to calm down a bit.

• Dean finds an old big school bus while they drive through Chicago. They settle in an small apartment for a few days and Dean makes himself useful. He collects parts and bits here and there and with some help from Cas, they transform the bus into an "tiny house".

• They leave the Impala behind. Dean parks it in an side alley in Chicago, sheds a few tears and hides her under trashbags. Maybe one day or so, maybe one day he comes back. It's that exact date he kisses Cas for the first time and means it. Now there's nothing left of their old lifes.

• Sam and Eileen are the ones who are responsible for food and all that they need to survive. If they hit a new town that's left behind, they separate: Dean and Cas search for car parts that are constantly needed for the bus and weapons. Sam and Eileen go on a raid for food and clothes.

• Cas has an painkiller addiction. Eileen is the one who keeps him in line, hides the pills and gives them in healthy doses to him. It's not always easy but Cas is glad that she looks out for him.

• Sam is fluent in sign language now, which is perfect when they scavenge hunt for food in dangerous areas.

• In an bigger city they hit jackpot and find a mall. Everyone takes as much as they can, Dean built in a lot of storage in the bus, and it's like seventh heaven. But the happiness goes fast as Sam and Eileen find an Baby in an not working freezer in a supermarket. The boy is still alive and there's blood everywhere(also a lot of dead bodies). Sam wants to leave him behind, Eileen calls him heartless and after an heated discussion, they take the baby with them.

• Dean is not happy about an extra mouth to feed. In the end he's the guy who get's up at night and goes with the little guy through his first teeth. Dean and kids man, Dean and kids.

• The relationship between Sam and Eileen is..complicated.

• The relationship between Cas and Dean is...complicated.

• Jack just rolls his eyes about it and takes the baby on walks if there's a fight.

• Dean misses porn and pie. Eileen misses long hot baths and running water. Sam would kill for an avocado and fresh fruit, also, for WiFi.

• Electricity ia tricky to get but when they find an empty home with running water and electricity, they stay there as long as they can.

• Laundry Day is, if they're not camping in a house, always at lakes or rivers.

• If you live together in a small space you get used to it that you see people in underwear, a lot. Also in summer the bus gets way too hot to stay inside or sleep in anything but undies.

• When Cas gets cabin fever, he sleeps on the roof of the bus.

• Sam has still everything he could take with him from Rowena. In an emotional speech at her "end" she gave him her legacy. All books and recipes she gave him, are hidden in an magical sealed box in the bus.

Aaaand that's it mostly :,D

Have fun with this monster of information!

And if you still have more questions or an art prompt for the AU, feel free to message me ❤

#supernatural #spn #spnfamily #spn fandom #endverseAU #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #eileen leahy #jack kline

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golbrocklovely · 3 years

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Girl he for suuuuuure notices everything. Im new to this fandom and although i knew of Amber and watched her vids before his and Sams, i learned about the hate other girls have gotten and his other friendships through learning who Shea was (that says a lot).. Her fans make hate edits sooo much its pathetic. Do they honestly feel so threatened that thats the only way for them to vent, does she feel so threatened and insecure that she feels the need to like this stuff as if we wont see it? Her fans tag him in everything so ofcourse we'll see it. She's the only girl (besides Amber who already had a platform) to gain so much from appearing in his vids, and remain relevant simply because she continues to engage and add herself to everything involving him. She has almost 4k followers on a youtube channel that she made that has nothing on it, does she deserve it? Of course not. So yes he does see the hate and the positivity he just chooses to not say a single thing and allow it to happen and bait his followers. And yes Amber can fend for herself but should she have to? She never had this amount of hate before, her tag was full of fashion and now if you look at it, its all hate or Colby content and people picking her apart for nonsense. She doesnt even post as much as she used to since she started appearing in his vids. Also many of the other girls that got hate went private, or deleted their pages and he never muttered a word.

(i feel like i went off on a tangent so sorry if this kinda feels out of no where lol)

i feel like maybe shea's fans think they are justified in their hate towards any girl colby comes into contact with bc according to them, colby is dating her possibly. i think that as much as shea likes to believe she isn't a social media person, she is. she has tons of fan accounts and so many ppl that are dedicated to her and her art. she needs to be honest with them, or if she feels like that's too much of her privacy being shown, at least tell them to lay off other girls and stop liking hate posts all together. it's stupid to say 'well i only like the post bc i was tagged' bc there are times she has left comments too. stop hiding behind 'women need to stick together' bs and just be honest.

to me it was stupid of her to claim she was not a social media person. like.... so normal ppl who don't want/have a following have 376k follows for shits and gigs right?????? it's fine that she wants her privacy and it's fine that she doesn't want to talk about every little facet of her life. but let's face fact: her fans bring up colby a lot, she talks about colby a lot, and she alludes to them maybe being together. what did she expect to happen from this???? of course ppl are gonna ask if they're together or not or what's the scoop on them. if she doesn't want to talk about that type of shit, then don't bring it up or play with the idea to your fans. it's pretty simple.

and again with colby, he needs to stand up for his girl friends. it is ridiculous that he has to in the first place, but for a guy that hates drama and hate, you'd think he would be more firm on the fact that his fans and shea's fans are being mean to amber. he needs to tell the fandom to back off. so many girls he was once connected with no longer exist on any fucking platform. no wonder why he's alone.

all of his fans push everyone away from him.

#ask #personal #colby brock #shea

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ask-the-party-god · 4 years

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The Birthday - Part 2

JADE: are you suuuuuure?

JOHN: yeah! come on jade, you guys got the whole party ready for jane and i.

JOHN: the least i can do is take care of the cleaning duties.

JOHN: besides, all of you gotta be tired after such a long day!

JADE: im not!

JADE: and what about you, youre probably the most tired out of all of us!

JOHN: look.

JOHN: you got your zappy powers, right?

JOHN: if the clean up is too much all by myself, i’ll give you a call, and you can warp right back, okay?

JADE: okaaaaaaaaaaaaay

JADE: but DO call me if its too much!

JADE: dont just say that to get me off your back and then get all pissed and frustrated at how much of a mess we made >:o

JOHN: you worry way too much. :p

You don’t worry enough, honestly.

You should know better than to just leave him to his own devices, knowing how long it took you to even set up the party in the first place. He DID have fun, however, it was obvious he was enjoying himself today, and you’re so happy to at least have gotten him to socialize for the first time in… What. A month? Two? Jeez… Whatever. He’s insisting everything is fine, and while you’re concerned, you don’t want to come across as overbearing.

John waves at you from his doorway. A genuine smile on his lips, a sweet little goodbye, and then he’s gone beyond the door, leaving you to your own devices, and him, to his. There’s a twang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. “you should have insisted more”, it tells you, but you want to trust your little bro, to believe if he says things are fine, that things are, in fact, fine.

Your friends have already scattered. Dirk and Jake, straggler from the rest, continue their idle chit-chat while Roxy and Calliope walk down the street opposite to them. Jane gets ready to take the fast route back home through Jasprose’s convenient Fenestrated Planes. Dave and Karkat went ahead back to their place about an hour ago, their introverted little bodies unable to handle so much activity so suddenly. You wanted to get one last hug from Rose and Kanaya before leaving, but guess you lost track of time talking to John back there.

…

Ah, shit, that’s not the only thing you lost track of. Your phone! It’s not too big of a loss, obviously, considering you always carry several computing devices on your person, but god dammit it’s still your phone. You could just zap back to John’s home. Hell, you could easily pin-point the exact spot you left your phone at, and warp it in your hand without needing to set a foot in his place again. But… You’ve only been walking for about five minutes. And the nagging voice in your head is looking for any excuse it can take to check on him after the party.

You turn around with a little roll of your eyes, and power-walk your way back to John’s suburban and extremely out-of-place home in this Consort Village he settled in.

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gunmetalgrey-trashpile · 3 years

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nitewrighter · 5 years

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Of Blades and Broomsticks Pt. XV

I have no excuse. Have some Widowmaker in a Lestat cosplay.

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 11, 12, 13, 14

Read it on AO3 here.

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“Seek me if you have the sight.”

“Meet me at the city gates if you’re in.”

“What’s out there?”

The inscription on the cell, the words of the self-proclaimed hunter, and Pharah’s own hunger for answers rang in her head all night, round and round, swapping off with each heartbeat in her ear. Thankfully the continuous exhaustion from trying to cobble Adlersbrunn together kept her from tossing and turning, but she remembered the witch hunter Gabriel in her dreams.

You wish to help me you will be walking a gray and dangerous path. Dogs guard flocks of sheep from wolves, but all dogs were wolves once.

If there is evil in our midst, to treat it with indifference is to enable its existence.

Pharah woke in the dark pre-dawn hours with a sour hunger in her bones. She looked around her bare room, then looked to her window. The moon was shining brightly that night, but the smoke staining the glass rendered it brownish yellow. Pharah wondered if the scent of smoke--not the smoke of a blacksmith forge, but the searing, sometimes sulfurous smoke of magic---would ever leave Adlersbrunn.

Still so much work to do... It would be very easy, she thought, To let him leave. To keep working on rebuilding the town here. To hope vagabonds like him are enough to keep whatever’s lurking out in the shadows at bay.

She furrowed her brow and looked to the adder stone she kept on her bedside table. No. She wouldn’t leave it like this. And she certainly wasn’t going to leave this situation in the hands of an excommunicated rogue. She rose to her feet, cleaned herself in her washbasin, put on her cleanest, strongest armor, and scrawled out a missive for her fellow guards, establishing the new chain of command in her absence. She sealed the missive with wax and set it on her table in the chamber of the captain of the guards. She wrote another, shorter, more sentimental letter for Torbjörn as well, and left that one on the desk of the castle’s man-at-arms. She packed a few days of supplies for herself and her horse, then mounted a bay rouncey and rode for the city gates.

True to his word, Jehoshaphat Maccrea of Helsing was waiting by the city gates in the mists of the following dawn. She didn’t like the smirk he gave her.

“I like you,” he said as they rode out of Adlersbrunn, leaving the stone of the city walls behind them and heading out into the surrounding farmland.

“And how did you decide that?” said Pharah.

“I like to think everyone’s got that hunger, that curiosity--it’d be too easy to lie down and let death take you otherwise, but few really follow it through to the end,” said Jesse.

“Would you still like me if I had chosen to stay behind?”

“Well I’d respect you, gotta respect anyone who protects their own, but it wouldn’t really matter if I liked you, would it? I’d be long gone.”

Pharah frowned a little, “I suppose so,” she said, looking off.

“I think it makes things more pleasant to like one’s traveling companion, don’t you?”

“I don’t have to like you,” said Pharah.

“It’d make things nicer if you did,” said Jesse with an easy smile.

“I wouldn’t be riding with an excommunicated scoundrel unless it meant making sure what happened to my city never happens again,” said Pharah.

“Scoundrel?” Jesse repeated.

“Yes, scoundrel. It sort of comes with the whole ‘excommunicated’ thing,” said Pharah.

“That is exactly the kind of black and white thinking that’s gonna get you killed out there,” said Jesse.

“I thought you said you’d probably die if you didn’t have me backing you up?” said Pharah.

“I probably would,” Jesse conceded.

“That’s morbid,” said Pharah as they rode past a pumpkin patch. She wondered if it was the one they found the blood in.

“Didn’t you say you wanted me to be as honest as I can with you?” said Jesse.

Pharah furrowed her brow and readjusted herself in her saddle.

“This is why I don’t have to like you,” said Pharah, looking straight forward as they rode.

“That’s why I like you,” said Jesse with a smirk. She didn’t like that smirk.

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Mercy woke the morning after the banquet in a haze of half-sleep. The moans coming from the courtyard of the monastery from the cultists’ revelries lasted into the gray light of dawn. She did her best to try and push what was going on to the back of her consciousness, to treat it like the night birds of the woods or the wind blowing through the trees, but she knew the forests of Adlersbrunn were far behind her now.

She rose up to a seated position in bed and looked out her window. A part of her was regretting leaving such a remote sanctuary as this, especially with so much still to learn from its library, but at the same time, the previous night had confirmed her feelings that she didn’t really have a place here. The monastery had the feel of a swirling vortex, like the dark portals Zenyatta could summon--and the flame of creation within her thrashed against that void like a wild bird caged. She washed and dressed herself, then proceeded to the library of the monastery for one last look through for anything that might help her better understand the Flame of Creation--a long shot, in a temple to the void, but a shot worth making all the same.

Her perusing though the shelves of the library was half-distracted by her own plans for the journey. She knew she and Genji had agreed to go west, and the Monastery sat on some grim black sea cliffs that.. treacherous as they were, would at least provide a decent amount of visual reference of the area for them to make significant headway in their journey--easier than wandering through the woods, at least. She decided would swing by the refectory for some supplies for their journey when she next met up with Genji. She wondered if he would want human food of if he would prefer to take the form of a sparrowhawk and just swoop up whatever unfortunate creature he could for convenience’s sake. He was certainly strong enough to help carry some supplies--no, no, he was her protector, not her porter. She would carry her pack for herself.

She was distractedly looking at the illustration in some text of what was supposedly erotic Enochian poetry but just looked like a mass of wings and eyes and circles when Junkenstein suddenly stumbled, swaying as he brought himself to his full height.

Oh that’s right, she thought, with a brief beat of ‘Oh gods, what’s going to happen,’ He was at the banquet too.

“Hoo!” Junkenstein stretched his arms above his head, “What a night!”

Mercy bit the inside of her lip and smiled a little as he walked over. A bit relieved that this was another instance in which she could trust Junkenstein to be Junkenstein.

“You enjoyed the banquet?” said Mercy, glancing up.

“Well that was... anthropologically fascinating. Not a religious man myself but... I understand the appeal.”

Mercy just grinned. “How did they take to your creation?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Oh they like him. I got so much data on his...” Junkenstein cleared his throat, “Social capabilities.”

“Really?” said Mercy.

“Well they aren’t picky about tentacles, so I imagine there’s not a whole lot they are picky about,” said Junkenstein, “And if he has the approval of old Squidface, they’re all over him.”

“Well that’s good,” said Mercy, “I do worry about him... I suppose I worry about all of us having a place in this world...”

“I had to shovel some of them off of him this morning,” said Junkenstein, “Tragically he rolled over on one but, y’know with all the stabbing they do, they don’t get all that upset about that sort of stuff.”

“You still want to leave with us?” said Mercy.

“I told you, you wouldn’t last a second without us,” said Junkenstein, smiling, “Just... don’t mind me if I’m walking funny for the next few days. Well.. funnier than usual.” Junkenstein paused, “You and the demon took off soon as the meal was over, didn’t you?”

“Well after all the excitement back in Adlersbrunn, I didn’t really have the energy for all that revelry,” said Mercy.

“Right, and you certainly weren’t sneaking off for some moments of privacy with the demon you keep insisting to me that you can’t trust.”

“He was just making sure I made it back safely to my chambers,” said Mercy, folding her arms.

“Suuuuuure,” said Junkenstein with a wink.

“He was!” said Mercy.

“Nothing happened, I mean--I was covering my face and he kissed my knuckles but that was it. We went to bed---or I went to bed and he... I don’t know. He just flies off at night sometimes. Maybe he turned into a wolf and ate some rabbits or something.”

“You’re joking,” said Junkenstein.

“Look, my cat broke a tea leaf pot, we worked out a deal, he held up his end of the deal, and I spat some blood into his mouth so he wouldn’t die, that doesn’t mean we’re soulmates--”

“Conveniently leaving out the dramatic rescue (with help from yours truly, of course), riding him in dragon form out of the city---”

“Sprouting wings...” Mercy admitted.

“Sprouting wings!” Junkenstein pointed an accusing finger at her, “Not to mention all the dancing by the light of the cultist fires---”

“What is your point, Jamison?”

“You’re in deep, Gramercy. I know you. You make a point of not getting in deep with anyone, and as your friend I think I have a responsibility to let you know when you are a lot more emotionally involved with someone than you’re telling yourself you are---especially when, as you said, we may have broken something, we may be kicking off something big that none of us has any control over. And I think we should all be on the same page if we’re going to be traveling together---”

He was cut off by the sound of the door opening, not with the usual grunting of whoever was pushing it open. Both Mercy and Junkenstein looked up to see Zenyatta at the doorway of the library. He hadn’t even pushed on the door, but it had opened for him. Perhaps the stone of this monastery obeyed him just as loyally as any of the cultists.

“Witch,” Zenyatta spoke to Mercy, the tentacles of his face slowly shifting with thought, “A word?”

Mercy looked at Junkenstein.

“Don’t let me hold you up,” said Junkenstein with a shrug, “I’ll keep making the preparations.”

Mercy nodded and walked out of the library.

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“So you and Genji are departing?” said Zenyatta as they walked on the cliffs outside the monastery, the white waves and green brackish water crashing on the black rocks below.

“With your permission, of course,” said Mercy, “Genji is my protector, but he was your student before that. I would hate to undermine that. And it is nice to have a place to stay where I’m not too worried of being burned at the stake. But seeing as I am not a cultist myself I don’t want to impose too much on your hospitality.”

“You have my permission--” said Zenyatta, “There are few places you or Genji could travel in this plane that I wouldn’t know where you were.”

A long pause passed between them.

“Was there something in particular you wished to discuss?” asked Mercy.

“Earlier this morning I asked Genji a few questions about the nature of your relationship---what his plans for the future were. He stated that, as payment for his protection, you would give him your first-born.”

“...That was our deal, yes,” said Mercy, pausing to pick some samphire from a cleft in one of the black rocks.

“And are you aware that I have known the Goddess Satya for longer than mankind has walked the earth? And you can assume, thusly, that I was there when we both gathered our first worshippers?”

“I... I can assume that, yes,” said Mercy.

“And as such I am aware of both the abilities and the physical limitations of those who bear Satya’s flame of creation,” said Zenyatta. His voice deepened and suddenly seemed to surge around her like water , “No seed of man can flourish in a field of fire.”

Another long pause passed before Mercy drew herself to her full height.

“Have you told Genji?” she asked calmly.

“That you cannot give him a first-born? No. No, I haven’t,” said Zenyatta, looking out to the ocean, “I am his teacher, but I find some of the hardest lessons are the ones he must learn on his own. I suggest you break the news to him. Do it on your own terms while you still can.”

“I will,” said Mercy.

“Will you?” Zenyatta’s tentacles tensed.

“The only reason I lied in the first place was because--well, I suppose since he was a demon, I assumed he wouldn’t keep his word, so there was no more harm in me not keeping mine. But he saved my life, he protected me, true to his word. So I will tell him,” she bit the inside of her lip, “When the time’s right.”

“Do you fear his wrath?” said Zenyatta.

“I don’t know,” said Mercy, “He’s always going on about how dangerous he is, and his swift and mighty sword but...” Mercy huffed, “I think I fear hurting him, more--but---that’s silly, isn’t it? I mean, isn’t it more horrible of him to want a newborn baby? He’s probably going to--to-eat it or something, isn’t he?”

“He wouldn’t eat it,” said Zenyatta.

“You know why he wants one?” said Mercy.

“I do,” said Zenyatta.

“You must tell me what for!” said Mercy.

“That is for him to tell you,” said Zenyatta, “Just as this is for you to tell him.”

“For an all-knowing god, that isn’t very helpful,” said Mercy, folding her arms.

“As is the case with most gods, ‘All-knowing’ doesn’t necessarily mean ‘helpful,’” said Zenyatta.

Mercy heard a screech and turned her head to see a handsome silvery skua diving amongst the waves. It wheeled in the white foam, then seemed to catch sight of them and swoop toward them with a cry. The skua swept in overhead, turned in a somersault, and then shape-shifted into a scarred man in black and purple cultist robes, landing lightly on his feet.

“I was wondering where you two were!” said Genji, stretching his arms above his head. “I’ve missed the brisk sea air of your monastery, Master, it saddens me to leave it. But the world calls me--does it not call you, Witch?”

“There is a lot to learn out there,” said Mercy.

“If you have a journey, you have a journey,” said Zenyatta, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You will always have a place here.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Genji, before smiling and looking at Mercy, “And what of you, Witch? Are you ready to leave as well?”

Mercy tucked her hair back and found she was gripping the samphire she had plucked with white knuckles, “I--yes--yes I am,” she said, looking up at Genji.

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“Remind me again, the point of this,” said Gabriel as he and Moira stood in an ornate septagonal chamber. The chamber had six mirrors, one on each wall, with the exception of the wall containing the door they had just walked through to enter.

“You now walk a line between two worlds, Gabriel,” said Moira, walking to the mirror closest to them, “If we are to free you from the witch’s magic, we will need the help of others who walk that same line.”

Gabriel would have frowned if his pumpkin head was capable of any other expression.

“We’re bringing more demons into this?” said Gabriel, “More damned?”

“If the flame of creation is ignited and spreading in the mortal world, then war is coming. A war between the seen and unseen. We will need allies,” said Moira.

“I was already fighting that war,” said Gabriel.

“You were a child digging a line in a sand to catch the waves washing in amongst his ankles. The tide is coming in now,” said Moira, putting a hand to the glass, “I doubt your god is on your side now, so you will have to make do with me.”

The glass seemed to shift and melt under her touch, their reflections dissolving into darkness and mist. Moira held out her other hand to him and he took it, and they both took a few brisk steps through. There was a sound like the last bits of water in a tub rushing down the drain, and then a brief dipping sensation, like reaching the bottom of the stairs, expecting floor, and finding there was another stair, and then they found themselves on a stone threshold in a high-ceilinged stone room. There was a guard slumped against the wall, dressed in a fine uniform of black velvet and partially leaning on his halberd like a drunkard on a lamppost. He shook himself up to attention as Gabriel’s boots thudded clumsily on the stone floor and he flinched hard at the sight of Moira.

“Oh merde--” he drew a horn from the interior of his cloak and blew it in a stumbling fanfare. Four other guards suddenly charged into the room, halberds at the ready and looked genuinely stunned at the appearance of Moira and Gabriel. He had a corpse-like scent hanging about him that Gabriel thought should bother him more than it did. He noticed his sense of smell was a lot stronger now than it had been when he was alive. He didn’t like it. He couldn’t shut out senses to sleep--he wasn’t even sure if he could sleep anymore.

“Announce my arrival to your comtesse and have her gather her court,” said Moira.

“Th-The comtesse is indisposed---” the guard stammered.

“Do you know why she had this mirror in her chateau?” said Moira, stepping forward.

“Y-yes, Madame, but--”

“But? But what?”

There was a brief tense silence in the room.

“But... the last time you were here was, according to the records, 114 years ago,” said another guard.

“And?” said Moira, “Was there an expiration date set on the terms of her recognition of my sovereignty?”

“N-no, Madame--”

“Then have her gather her court,” said Moira.

“You heard our honored guest,” said another voice, smoky and smirking. There was a purple flash and guards parted to reveal a woman in an armored doublet and a black hood. She seemed to be fussing with the last buckles of her doublet, and a few stray strands of dark hair hung out from under her hood, as if she had just been roused from bed. Human. Gabriel could smell it on her, warm, and distinct from the rest of the guards. He could smell a faint stench of death on her too, but it clung to her skin like a lover. He could smell magic on her, too, but not like the Witch, more like the metallic smell that issued off of his own adder stone after he had it for years.

“Who are you?” said Moira.

“I serve the comtesse. Come with me,” said the woman, walking out of the room. Moira and Gabriel followed after,

“You would think the comtesse would keep her estate in better condition,” murmured Moira, “Guards in disarray... food lying around...”

All of the guards escorting them toward the throne room suddenly stopped. The woman glanced over her shoulder at Moira and Gabriel.

“What?” said Moira.

One of the guards leaned close to the hooded woman, “What would you have us do, Spymaster?”

The spymaster shrugged, “She is visiting royalty. Let her have her words. They reflect more on her than on me. Just continue escorting our guests to the throne room.”

“Spymaster?” Moira repeated, incredulously, “Since when would the comtesse keep a human spymaster?!”

“We’re very progressive here,” said the spymaster, a smile in her voice.

There was a brief second where Moira’s eyes flashed yellow, cruel and dead like ghost lights, and a few white streaks suddenly threaded through her hair, but she seemed to regain her composure and her eyes and hair returned to normal.

“Hard to keep the glamour up when you’re mad, huh?” said the spymaster, as they continued down the halls.

“I know saplings older than you, little insect,” Moira scowled.

“Invite them to court, then,” said the Spymaster, pushing open two massive doors into a throne room.

The comtesse sat on a throne in the center of the room, a guard at either side of her. Her skin was deathly white, her lips were red and wet, her eyes were yellow as an owl’s, and her black hair was tied back in a loose and low ponytail in a red velvet ribbon. She wore a loose white shirt, the frilled collar of it plunging to her sternum, and high-waisted black trousers. She leaned her head against the knuckles of her hand, looking like all patience was already exhausted by the time court was called.

“Queen Máire. It has been some time,” said the comtesse, not making any movement to rise from her seat as the spymaster took her place at her side.

“Comtesse Amélie,” Moira bowed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” asked Amélie.

“Would that I could have called in happier times, comtesse,” Moira started.

“Only had 114 years,” the spymaster whispered into the comtesse’s ear and the comtesse snickered.

Moira briefly bristled but continued, ignoring the slight. “I’m sure by now you have already heard of the events at Adlersbrunn,” she said.

“Yes,” said the Comtesse, “My spymaster is very good at keeping me abreast of the news of the world.”

“Then you know that that news shall spread. It spreads faster in shadows but soon, more mortal ears will hear of it, and more weapons will be drawn against us,” Moira gestured at Gabriel, “I have with me the first casualty of the war to come--bound by magic in servitude to a human, denied the dignity of death.”

“So the pumpkin’s not a fashion choice?” said the spymaster, leaning against the throne.

“This is a perversion of what magic is supposed to be!” said Moira, gesturing at Gabriel, “This is pain and suffering, wrought by human hands!”

Thanks, thought Gabriel, who would have rolled his eyes if his pumpkin head allowed it.

“And it was wrought by the flame of creation,” said Moira, “Something never meant for a human to wield!”

The comtesse sat up in her seat slightly, apparently more interested now. “The flame of creation hasn’t been snuffed out?”

“It nearly was, but apparently it has been passed down, from human witch to human witch,” said Moira, “I can see through the eyes of crow and hare and hound, but you, comtesse, have far more eyes on wings. If the flame of creation is spreading through the world, then that means this world will re-make itself. It means that war is coming. And I would ask for your allegiance in the war that is to come. Lend me your eyes. Join your strength with mine, and we may survive it.”

The comtesse kept a steady, yellow-eyed look at Moira and Gabriel, and then sat up in her seat slightly. She put a hand on the shoulder of her spymaster and they shared a few whispers. The spymaster shook her head and the comtesse seemed thoughtful for a few seconds, then whispered something more to the spymaster. The spymaster gave a shrugging concession and the comtesse seemed satisfied before turning her attention back to Moira and Gabriel.

“I do not deny that a war is coming, my Queen,” said the comtesse, sitting up in her seat in a bit more stately fashion, “However, my kind can endure through war, and it has endured by not drawing attention to itself. We will clean up the bodies, we will keep ourselves fed, perhaps even grow our ranks in the bloodshed that is to come, but only a few of my kind can even walk in daylight-and we have come to far more...” she glanced at her spymaster, “Symbiotic relations with the humans in our land rather than isolating ourselves. War may be coming, but I will not seek it. Not until it is fully necessary.”

“But our allegiance--” Moira started.

“Was one of non-aggression,” said the Comtesse, “I remember the terms well. But my duty is to my people, first and foremost. Surely your majesty understands that?”

“Of course,” said Moira through gritted teeth.

“Is there any other way I may be of service to you, your majesty?” asked the comtesse.

“No,” Moira’s voice was sharp and brittle.

“You are welcome to stay in the château for as long as--”

“I have my own estate,” said Moira, drawing herself up to her full height, “I thank you for your time.”

“I understand. Guards, see to it that her majesty finds her way back to the mirrorgate,” said the comtesse, “It’s been an honor, Queen Máire.”

“Lady Amélie,” Moira said with a bow before turning on her heel and walking out with Gabriel and the guards.

Gabriel didn’t say anything as they were guided back to the room with the mirror in it. And he found it prudent not to mention the streaks of white that where threading through Moira’s hair with fury as they walked. They stepped back through the mirror with little ceremony and after another stomach-turning trip through darkness, found themselves back in the septagonal room of Moira’s own underground queendom.

“Well...” said Gabriel folding his arms, “That was a wash.”

“It wasn’t,” said Moira, looking back in the mirror and inhaling to bring her hair back to its previous red shade.

“Please tell me we aren’t going to try the other five mirrors,” said Gabriel.

“No, not yet. I believe it should be very easy to convince the Comtesse to see our view of things,” said the Moira.

“She sounded pretty sure of herself back there,” said Gabriel.

“There’s more than one way to make your point,” said Moira, alighting a violet sphere of black magic in one hand.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” said Gabriel.

“I said I would help break the magic binding you, Gabriel,” said Moira, “I didn’t say you would like it.”

#gency #roadrat #spiderbyte #witch mercy au

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43 and Luca! I’m a sucker for it

(I wasn’t sure what prompt 43 this was for so. I’ll do both)

43. so your popular friends are mocking me for being dateless and you swoop in to announce that you’re taking me to the dance

The group was seated outside after they had lunch, chilling off to the side of the building on the sun warmed concrete patio. Luca was leaning up against the brick of the building and watching as everyone else was chilling. Sammy and Jack were pressed up against one another, but in a way where it could be seen as platonic. Lily was sitting with Katie, her head in the other girls lap as Katie ran her fingers through Lily’s hair slowly. Ron, Archie, and Doyle were all chilling, chatting softly with each other as well.

“So Luca, who’re you going to prom with?” Lily asks, grinning at the teen. Luca makes a face and groans, sliding down the wall a little bit.

“No one! Not even sure if I’m gonna go. I went to junior year prom, isn’t that enough?” Lily barks out a laugh.

“No way, we’re all going, all of us.”

“I’m not going. Don’t have a date.” Luca shrugs.

“Oh come oooooon, you can get someone easily,” Lily grins

“You can get any boy or girl you want honey, can’t be hard.” Archie says from his spot on the railing, lanky legs hanging down. Luca makes a face.

“I appreciate that, but we know that’s not true.” Luca chuckles and throws a leg over Jack’s, who smiles broadly at him.

“He’s right!” Jack says, leaning to squeeze Luca’s ankle.

“Suuuuuure.” Luca rolls his eyes.

Ron laughs and looks at the group and then to Luca.

“We’re going together, isn’t that right?” Luca looks at him, face flushed.

“We are?” Luca asks.

“Yuuuup.” Ron grins and Luca grins back.

“Guess that settles it.”

Taking care of the other when sick or injured

“Sorry to call you like this, but you’re the only one I knew would be free at this time.” Luca’s voice was low and Ron couldn’t help but to wince at just how sick he sounded through the phone.

“Don’t apologize, I’ll be over.”

Ron is over within ten minutes, opening the door after Luca texted him to just walk in.

“Luca, where you at?” Ron calls out into Luca’s place.

“Bedroom, under the pile.” Comes Luca’s muffled voice from the bedroom. Ron chuckles a bit and walks in, smiling at Luca who is under a pile of blankets, looking absolutely miserable.

“You got sick overnight, how does that happen.” Ron sits down on the edge of the bed and sweeps Luca’s bangs out of his face, which is red and clammy.

“I have no idea, but I feel like utter shit.” Luca grumbles, but leans his face against Ron’s hand, nuzzling into the warmth. “I’m just. Fucking freezing.”

“The fever will do that to you.” Ron kisses his forehead and Luca makes a face.

“Don’t, you’ll get sick.”

“I’ll be fine.” Ron gives him another kiss and stands up. “I’m gonna make you something to eat, something that you’ll be able to keep down.”

It’s simple really, broth and crackers because that’s all Luca knows he can keep down. Ron pulls back the many blankets after a few hours, after Luca asks him to help with a bath, and Luckily they’re far enough into their relationship, that it isn’t weird.

Well, Luca hates it, it makes him feel exposed even though they have showered together many times before. But Ron does it quick, and Ron joins him in bed, even under all the blankets. Luca falls asleep curled up in Ron’s arms, under too many blankets, and his fever is broken by morning.

#kfam sona #darkknightswhiteknight

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preface2adreamplay · 4 years

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Under Your Spell (Part 5) - A Heat You’ve Never Known

Summary: A Jared Padalecki/OFC fiction.

Stef is a musician, recently gone solo. Happy with her life as a forever single person until Jared makes it his mission to get close to her. (For the purpose of this fiction, I have liberated some lyrics from various artists and their videos. This is fiction, with real people mentioned.)

Chapter warnings: Flirting, swearing

Chapter WC: 2,725

Series Masterlist

Claire: 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

Stef: Glad you enjoyed yourself.

Claire: I’m having coffee, wanna join? Must gossip.

Stef: Nah, gotta get rid of the moose.

Claire: WTF?

Stef: Jared stayed in the spare room. I think he’s still sleeping.

Claire: We definitely need to talk. 😉

Stef: I’ll call you later

Stef was sitting on the sofa, feet tucked under a blanket sipping coffee. She had spent a few minutes in front of the mirror fixing her hair, moving it this way and that in an attempt to make it look ‘effortless.’

Shrugging, she gave up and made a pot of coffee, hoping the smell would rouse Jared so she wouldn’t have to go knocking at the door.

Just as she sent the last text to Claire, she heard movement upstairs. The bathroom door closed. Silence again.

Brendan raised his head from the armchair he was snoozing on and deciding it was nothing interesting, curled up again.

‘Good morning,’ Jared rumbled coming down the stairs, fully dressed, looking like an angel fallen from heaven, scratching his tummy as he gave her a lop sided smile.

‘Coffee in the kitchen.’ She sang, unusually chipper.

‘Are you always this good a morning person?’ He sat next to her on the sofa, coffee in hand.

‘Well, no. Not usually. But it has been a long time since I had company in the morning so I suppose that has made a difference. Did you sleep ok?’

‘Yeah, I did, I was out like a light.’ Throwing an arm along the back of the sofa, his hand brushed against her hair, giving a strand a playful tug.

His phone rang. With a grumble he removed himself from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Stef could hear him speaking low to someone, his tone changing when she heard the sound of a child yelling. ‘Hey, buddy, can you do what your mom says? Please? Yeah I’ll be home soon, before you know it.’

Stef felt uneasy, like worms were squirming inside of her stomach. She hated that he made her feel like this, a little jealous of his family.

You know him nearly a week, stop being such a crazy bitch! Stef told herself, lifting her phone to text Claire again.

I can meet you at yours later, I need wine and girl chats.

Jared walked silently back into the room, ‘Sorry about that. My kids are wild today,’ He ran a hand through is hair, grimacing.

‘I feel your pain. Wait til they are teenagers, then the fun starts.’

Jared put his head into his hands, ‘No, Stef. What have I DONE?’

Having regaled him with a few stories of Darius in his teens, Jared finally decided that he needed to get going. His flight home was leaving that night and he hadn’t packed yet.

Leaning against the door, waiting for the Uber to find the house he searched for something to say that would be a meaningful goodbye.

Stef sat on the bottom stair, wrapped up in an oversized hoodie looking cute as hell. He wanted to reach over and pull her into a bear hug. All he could do was sigh.

‘This week has been amazing, from not knowing you at all to this.’ He shook his head, strands of hair falling into his eyes. ‘It’s just…’

‘It feels like we have known each other years rather than days?’ She finished for him.

‘Yeah, something like that. You better keep in touch though.’

The car pulled up outside and honked impatiently. ‘Oh shit,’ Jared laughed, reaching over with one arm to pull her into a gentle hug. He took the opportunity to smell her hair. Coconuts. Mmmm.

‘Jared?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Are you smelling me?’

‘Yeah, I am. Just let us have this moment.’

She felt the rumble of laughter in his chest but didn’t let him go as she usually would have, hugs shouldn’t last this long, this was an embrace and the heat radiating from him filled her to the brim, she hugged him tighter.

Another impatient honk brought them to their senses.

‘You just let me know when you get home safe.’ Stef waved as he made his way down the path. He turned and nodded, lifting his hand in goodbye.

When the car disappeared, she felt heavy hearted.

Claire had text back, agreeing to their girly date. Stef decided to have a long, very hot bath and not think about men or music or the ache in her legs from dancing.

***

‘Tell me everything.’ Claire coaxed, filling the wine glasses with an absurdly large measure.

‘No, you first. Since my night wasn’t half as interesting as yours, I’m guessing.’

Claire talked non stop for a twenty minutes about Richard and how good a kisser he was. They didn’t go all the way, but he said he would call and arrange a date. Which was unusual for Claire, who didn’t date.

This whole situation was unusual for both of them. Claire would get excited about a man, sleep with him and move on.

Stef didn’t date at all. She was happy being single. Sure, men came in and out of her life but she never gave much effort in it. It wasn’t a priority. So why was she glancing at her phone every few minutes, like a love sick teenager, hoping the boy will text her??

‘You gotta tell me about your night, he went home with you?’ Claire waggled her eyebrows at her friend.

‘Not for sex, Claire. He wanted to make sure I got home ok. Then he ended up staying. It was late,’ she playfully nudged Claire’s arm, ‘There was absolutely no funny business.’

‘Only you could call it funny business and not come across as a prude. I KNOW what you like in the bedroom.’

Stef scoffed, feigning surprise. ‘Oh, do you?’

‘Because I suggested half of the shit you do.’

They fell into a fit of giggles. For the rest of the night they drank wine and made fun the cheap horror movies they were so obsessed with. Eventually falling asleep together on the sofa.

Stef woke with a groan. ‘Don’t drink three nights in a row,’ she said to the sleeping figure of her friend.

Her phone was ringing.

‘Oscar.’ She croaked.

‘Oh dear, not again.’ He laughed. ‘Were you up to no good last night Ms. James?’

Stef scoffed, ‘Actually, no. Or maybe I was. I’m with Claire. We passed out on the sofa.’ Moving into the back yard, she pulled the door closed behind her. It was hot, even with it being early, the birds were chirping, a little too loudly she thought.

‘Well then yes you were up to no good.’

‘I was out with Claire two nights in a row.’

‘For shame, Effie, for shame!’

Stef laughed. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?’

Oscar cleared his throat, ‘Hold on a sec.’ There was a female voice in the background.

Stef raised her eyebrows, her lips curling into a half smile.

‘Who’s that?’ she asked, hearing Oscar moving back to the mouthpiece.

‘Someone I work with.’

‘Suuuuuure,’ Stef drew out, she had missed teasing him, it had been a while since they had been together face to face.

‘Hey, I’m looking forward to the weekend. You sticking around after the party?’

‘Of course, why wouldn’t I?’

‘Just in case you and mystery lady want to head off to a rodeo.’

‘Oh fuck off, Effie. And hey, I was worried about you, that’s why I called.’

‘Why were you worried about me?’

‘Well, I did send you a few messages, the first you ignored and the second you didn’t even look at.’

‘Oops.’ Was all Stef could say. ‘I didn’t mean to ignore you, I’ve just been busy. Socialising.’

‘I’m happy you’re getting out more. You need to loosen up a bit. You’re getting antsy. And angsty. It’s not good for you to cut yourself off from everyone.’

Stef scowled, she knew he was right but didn’t want to let him know he was right.

‘I gotta go. Thanks for the call. We still ok for Friday? My flight comes in at 8pm.’

‘I’ll be there.’ He assured her before ending the call.

Stef took a long breath and closed her eyes. She was shaking. Either from the hangover or the thoughts of Oscar worrying about her. He did that. Only he could see when she was slipping and always, always, he pulled her back from the depths. Always him. No one else.

After twenty two years, he was still there supporting her, always her cheerleader. It made her sad that she couldn’t move past their trouble, she wouldn’t forgive herself if she forgave him, that was part of the problem. Could she ever trust him again? It was a question she asked herself often, every time they got a little closer, she would pull back and he would feel it and be hurt by it. And the cycle started again. And she didn’t know how to break it.

Frustrated now as well as hungover, Stef huffed and dragged her hair back out of her face, holding it back a little tighter than she should but the sting of it was easing the tension.

It was there that Claire found her, sitting on the porch steps in the sunshine, breathing softly, eyes closed.

‘You good, girl?’

Claire looked worse than Stef felt. Her make up was a mess.

‘You look terrible.’

‘Well, so do you, bitch.’

Hours later, as Stef sat with her guitar in her lap, plucking the strings, the chords not coming together. But she kept at it. It was therapy for her. She needed to get this song out of her and move on.

Her phone dinged.

Jared: I got home ok. Hope you’re good.

It wasn’t as warm a text as she had hoped for. But, you can never really read someones tone from a text.

Just as she was putting the phone down, another text came through.

Don’t say hi to Brendan. 👀👎🏻

Stef spluttered. ‘Damn, he hates you buddy.’

Brendan didn’t bother lifting his head.

Happy you got home ok. Brendan says he will work on his issues.

She wished she could have him sitting across from her while she strummed the tune she had written purely because of him.

It was catchy, so far she was proud of it. Definitely going on the next album. She placed a star beside the title in her notepad.

Opening the recording feature on her laptop, she sang the opening verse and chorus, with the bare minimum of guitar behind it. It would do. That way she wouldn’t forget how she wanted it to sound.

Jared: I’m open to a reconciliation.

Taking the opportunity to be a little spontaneous. Stef opened the front camera on her phone, grabbing Brendan and snapping a picture before he could react.

The selfie turned out great, she was smiling, he looked surprised.

Sent.

A moment later a picture came through, taking a little too long to download.

A close up shot of Jared, wearing his beanie (of course) his hand cupping his chin, smiling into the camera.

Her stomach did a flip. ‘Why is he so beautiful?’

Brendan, annoyed at having been manhandled, made his way out of the room.

’Tell me why, Brendan? Why is this my life?’

Her phone rang. ‘Oh,’ was all she could say, seeing the video call option popping up on screen.

Panic answering, she had no time to fix herself.

‘You scared him, he’s run away.’ Stef rambled.

Jared was in the same position as his selfie, smiling into the camera.

‘Never mind that guy. How are you?’

Stef flicked her hair over her shoulder, pulling at her shirt nervously.

‘Writing.’

‘Is that a state of being for you?’ His eyes crinkling as she smile grew wider.

Stef mirrored Jared by leaning her chin into her hand.

‘My apologies, I am well. Tired, having spent an evening with Claire again. And you?’

‘Two nights in a row, you party animal. My family have gone to bed. I’m sitting here alone missing my new friend.’

Stef felt herself blush and felt the heat ignite in her belly at the way he was looking at her.

‘Cute pictures of you two from the party by the way,’ he was leaning back on the sofa now, laying flat and getting comfortable.

‘Oh god, what pictures?’ Mild panic taking over.

‘You were tagged on instagram. Looks like some bathroom selfies,’ he chuckled watching her cover her face and groan.

’That girl is going to put up the wrong picture of these days and get me into trouble. Hey wait, how did you know I was tagged in a photo. I didn’t even get a notification.’

‘It came up about two seconds before I called you. And I follow you on instagram, have done for a while actually.’

Stef bit her lip, realising she hadn’t actually followed him, just stalked his page a few days back.

‘Hey, I gotta ask, does your wife mind you calling me like this?’

The smile fell from his face a little. ‘Probably, I have told her we became friends after the video shoot. I know she’d like you, we’re just, uh, going through a bad time right now. Nothing that we can’t fix though,’ he added, seeing concern on her face.

‘It’s all good. We’ll get you down here for a Texas barbecue and you can hang with us and Jensen and his family. It’ll be fun. And your son too. I’d love to meet him. Is he like you or his dad?’

The awkwardness was gone from the conversation now as he saw her face light up at the mention of Darius.

‘He is like his dad, dark and handsome. Quite a bit taller though, nearly six foot. Not nearly as tall as you though.’

‘No one is, don’t worry.’ Jared teased.

‘Personality wise, he is like me. He’s reserved, not a bit interested in the fame his father has.’

Jared raised his eyebrows, ‘So, baby daddy is famous?’

Stef considered the fact that Jared didn’t know her all that well, ‘Yeah. We keep our private lives private. We didn’t want Dar growing up with a public life. We didn’t think it was fair to him. But, he’s a man now, he can decide whether or not he wants to go to events with his dad.’

The temptation was too much, Jared had to ask. ‘So, who is baby daddy? Anyone I know?’

Stef giggled, ‘Actually you probably do know him, Oscar Isaac.’

‘Whaaaaat? Oh man, you know I love Star Wars!’ He gushed.

Stef fell into a fit of giggles, ’Oh shit, I gotta tell him Jared Padalecki is fangirling over him.’

‘Well, this is amazing, my new best girl’s baby daddy is Poe Dameron!’

Stef stuttered ‘uh, ok your ‘new best girl’s’ baby daddy is not a fictional character from Star Wars.’

‘Oh come on! I already knew you were cool. I just like you twenty thousand times more now.’

The conversation continued in that manner, both giggling at each other until Stef said she had to get to bed. A proper nights sleep was high on her list.

Before hanging up, Jared held up a hand to get her full attention. ‘Just promise me, you will call me during the week and play that new song for me.’

’A private viewing?’ Stef said, stroking the neck of her guitar.

The look on his face had a rush of heat pool in her core. Inwardly, she groaned as he winked, ‘I am up for any kind of show you want to give me.’

He bit his lip straight after. Stef opened her mouth in pretend shock. ‘It would just be me,’ she lowered her voice. Jared cocked an eyebrow at her.

‘Poe Dameron doesn’t do cam shows.’

Jared groaned loudly, covering his face with his hand.

He went to bed that night and lay awake staring at the ceiling, thoughts of Stef wouldn’t leave him alone, the guilt he felt was immense. He wanted her, there was no question. Did she want him?

Reaching over, he touched his wife's shoulder, finding she was easily roused. She couldn’t sleep either.

‘Baby, we gotta talk.’

CHAPTER SIX

#jared padalecki #jared padalecki fic #under your spell #jared padalecki fiction #jared x ofc #jared padalecki x ofc #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac x ofc #oscar isaac smut #jared padalecki smut #real life person fiction #fanfiction #spn #o'ready writes #almost smut o'clock #richard speight jr

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kalinara · 5 years

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One idea that utterly boggles me is the idea that what a person ships utterly negates their opinion about anything else.

I bring this up because of a post below, where I reblogged with a comment about Scott and Emma from X-Men comics. (I pointed out that Emma was Scott’s therapist, which made the start of the relationship of dubious consent at best.) I saw a reply that went something like:

Yes yes yes and I’m suuuuuure that’s what the Jott Stan’s care about. Scott being I’m a vulnerable position and transference. Yes yes yes it all came from a messy place, but that’s human relationships for you. Breakdown of relationships is a two way street….but of course we never ever examine Jean’s culpability in that. Coz of course it was only Emma’s fault.

Tangentially: it IS Emma’s fault that she seduced her patient. While Jean and Scott were having relationship troubles at the time, something that was on both of them, EMMA is the one who took advantage of a traumatized man recovering from a truly ghastly experience (the Apocalypse possession was established very clearly to have utterly fucked the guy up.) Jean is not culpable in her husband’s sexual abuse.

But it’s fascinating that this person can make a blanket statement that “Jott Stans” (and egads, isn’t that a terrible portmanteau?) don’t care about legitimate ethical issues. I wouldn’t bring it up if I didn’t care about it. (And as someone who is subject to similar restrictions in my job, I feel VERY strongly about it.)

It’s such a weird angle of defense too: “It might be sexual assault, but that’s not what you really care about.”

I don’t know. As mentioned, I care. For a lot of reasons both fannish and personal. And while I know that most shippers have their favorite within a pairing, I think even “Jott” fans who favor Jean first may well care that her husband was violated.

And he was.

It reminds me of seeing posts attacking “Jonsa” fans for being critical of Daenerys’s actions in Game of Thrones. And that’s bullshit too. Fans have every right to criticize Daenerys’s actions throughout the series. You don’t have to ship anything in particular to have issues with burning people alive.

Now of course, there are some critiques that are downright bullshit. For example, when those same Jonsa fans bitch about Jon/Daenerys being an incestuous pairing. Because yeah, it is. But it’s not like it’s any less incestuous to ship adopted siblings. So there’s no real moral high ground there.

Or like when Reylo fans used to say that Finn was less feminist than Kylo because he grabbed Rey’s hand. Because we all know how abduction and sexualized torture are totally feminist activities.

But those are very particular types of bullshit that aren’t true across the board.

When Jean is a therapist and seduces her own patient, we can maybe revisit this subject again. But right now, I feel comfortable calling Emma Frost out.

#x-men #scott summers #jean grey #portmanteau are annoying and I refuse to use them

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This whole thing just reeks of LM and JDS desperately trying to deflect any and all blame and responsibility and trying to force it onto literally everyone else.

There’s a post I haven’t been able to reblog yet that says the EPs are just playing with us now, since they know we’ll freak.

So - may I present - outrageous claims the EPs never actually said but…are you suuuuuure?

Matt was going to end up with Acxa on Atlas, at the end of the story.

Hunk and Romelle were actually a couple, not Hunk and Shay. In fact, Hunk and Shay had a brother-sister relationship.

Shiro was going to end up with Hunk at one time, seeing as Hunk and Shiro end up at Atlas at the end of the series.

Narti didn’t die, per se. Her conscious was transferred into a Shiro clone.

The Blade of Marmora failed as a humanitarian organization and went into selling Amway products.

Ezor is employee of the month.

Lance ate Kaltenecker.

The mice ended up Kova. Kova ended up with Cosmo. Cosmo ended up with Pidge’s sponges. Only the sponges survived.

Haggar and the Druids were a one-time rock band in the empire.

Keith was always supposed to end up in the Green Lion.

Coran was eventually going to fly the Red Lion.

Shiro was supposed to stay dead, but as the spirit of Voltron, the team created Shiro every single time they formed Voltron.

Allura was supposed to end up in Black.

Pidge was actually half-Balmeran.

“We’d pitched a FMA-type story where one of our characters is missing an arm and then loses his body, and the paladins have to go to this ‘gate-type’ place, called the Void, to bring him back. They can’t get his body, though, so we decided to clone Shiro.”

Sam Holt died; the person you see now is a shape-shifter.

Slav is actually Bob, but Bob is actually Ted, and Ted is with Bill and Bill and Ted have an excellent adventure, so…not VLD.

The Void is actually the Matrix, and the paladins all took the red pill.

…I had too much fun with this.

#voltron #voltron critical #the eps #tsff21 #answered

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myvelouri · 4 years

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Crazy night. Went out to the bar and ran into lots of people I know

Some were ppl I knew because of my ex ha

It was still funny and Brian and I have very similar music tastes even though I venture into heavier music. We were vibing HARD all night. My buddy came out even tho I didn't know he would. He was really into Brian's wife and lol the other friends saw that. It's okay. He won't get with her. She is cute too though, she tiny

Um so we went to whataburger and for some reason a bunch of goth looking hotties kept coming in! I asked one and nah, they didn't come from the same place! It was just a coincidence! I met Jay's girlfriend and she was being really nice to me and saying she liked my shirt and this and that. I tried hard to not make Jay feel like, you know? I didn't want to make it seem I'm into his girl.

I even kept saying how cute Jay is and his girl was like "RIGHT? CAN YOU PLEASE TELL HIM THAT?!" and I said "oh god his smile kills me" hahaha I love Jay.

So there was two girls were my buddy and I talked to as we left and they were kinda hot. But he wanted to leave so we stood outside just talking. And look who came outta nowhere. Sam

Fucking Sam.

At Whataburger

He looked upset. I was fucking with her and she wanted to just get food and go cause the drive through was busy. It's 3-4am

Well we sat together, just me and her. She said she'd sit with me. She ordered. We talked. And her order took fucking 20 mins so I went up to them and said wtf? And they forgot it dude.

I got her back tho

She was so sad and she said she made only 40 bucks in tips tonight. Holy shit that's bad. A Saturday?! Yikes.

She wanted fries and I got them for her. I was being a good friend

I got the sauces she wanted and everything

Cause I'm like that and we finally got to chill alone

So she got this egg thing, kind of a egg McMuffin thing. Lmao but it's Whataburger

She didn't want the egg so I took it ahahaha

I ate it

Filled me up actually

Uh, I told her about the girls I wanted but I didn't go for them cause I was with her lol

She was so sad

I asked her about the concert we were gonna go to and she suddenly has work?! And I said I took off already, and idk, it was annoying to me a bit cause she a flake.

But idc. I'm going to the concert anyway

She said she'd probably come anyway

Suuuuuure Sam suuure

Uh she was drinking somethin and I asked what she's drinking and I filled her up her drink for her. I wanted her to feel happy cause she had a bad night. It's just how I am.

Remember that couple that stole the girl I was into and the wife kept trying to hook me up with the friend? I saw them and she was mean and said "yeah you're not good enough for her" lmao girl please, I'm better than your husband and you don't even know me. I don't cheat. LMFAO. Dumbass bitch

But ya.

The friend actually called me over to talk and lol she had a date. I totally overtook him and didn't realize they were on a date.

Oh lawd. I'm sorry man

Okay back to my whataburger night with Sam. We left and she wanted a lighter cause she flushed hers down the toilet hahahah

Anyway, I told her I'm not into relationships

So I asked if she wanted to make out. Idk I'm still drunk actually. I'm an idiot when tipsy drunk

She saud

She said no, and. And she said she's a good kisser.

I was surprised man

Oh ya lol she told me to shove that egg in my entire mouth and I did and I couldn't and her laugh way extremely adorable and REAL. omg aw.

What a cute.

Oh right, I kept asking if she wanted anything else. I wanted to buy her food cause she had a bad night

I got her a other egg McMuffin thing. And she gave me the egg lmao. I ate that shit, lmao

Shit was fun. I think she's really cute. I want to be friends with her and just fool around

She said she can't do normal ppl shit. Her life is hard too. A kid and her parents want her to pay for a broken phone screen. She asked me if I knew a place that repairs them for cheap. I didn't unfortunately

Hope I didn't break anything, the friendship or whatever by asking to kiss her. But like, I think I already asked her before too lmao

It's what you get if your friends with drunk-me

Hehe

He took the food I bought her home.

Her outfit was mad cute.

#personal

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kellbellsparkles · 5 years

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A New Leaf (Part 1)

(My first ever Bungo Stray Dogs Fanfiction. I’m writing and publishing in parts to keep me motivated and to take breaks as it takes me hours to write as much as you’re about to read)

One doesn't have to forgive someone who's horribly wronged them. However, what if the person in question was genuinely sorry for what they had done? Do they deserve to be scorned? Unloved? Have death wished upon them?

It was a quiet afternoon for the Armed Detective Agency. There were no cases that required their immediate attention. Atsushi Nakajima and Osamu Dazai were able to spend their lunch break in the Uzumaki Cafe without a care and could talk freely.

“This is really nice,” Atsushi said. “I think this is the first time where we don't have to talk excessively about work.”

“We can talk about how your 'responsible' friend is going to get a life insurance policy to cover his tabs.”

The smiley waitress appeared behind Dazai suddenly, equally startling the two patrons.

“Oh my goodness!” Dazai exclaimed. “Do you have a silent stealthy special ability we don't know about and can be an asset for the agency?”

“It can be deadly, too,” the waitress said with a pleasant passive aggressive tone. “In fact, I'd like to borrow your little book of death to give me some ideas.”

Dazai gasped theatrically.

“Does this mean that you'll do a double suicide with me??”

“In your dreams.”

“But they're only dreams!” Dazai seemingly wailed. “I wake back up to the harsh reality I'm lonely and still alive every grueling day!”

“Would you like your coffee black then?” the waitress beamed. “Like your soul?”

Atsushi's mouth hung open. He could hear a fiery switch go off in Dazai's enigma of a mind. Or so he thought.

“That sounds lovely,” Dazai said with his unchanging, goofy face.

“Th-The usual for me,” Atsushi uttered not wanting to trouble the waitress with making a separate trip.

“Coming right up,” the waitress sang. As she whistled away towards her colleague, Lucy, Atsushi stared at his partner and mentor with great curiosity. He admired him and looked to him for strength during his times of weakness. However, Dazai's finicky and unpredictable persona exuberated a thick, foggy atmosphere.

“So uh--”

“My day's been fantastic!” Dazai cheered, turning to him with the notorious twinkle in his eye. “How about yours?”

“A-Alright I guess,” Atsushi instinctively answered. “But--”

Dazai's facial expression flipped to one with exasperated worry.

“Is anything troubling the dear kitten?” he asked.

“Uh….” Atsushi shuffled in his seat, completely confused. “No?”

“Are you suuuuuure? That sounded like hesitatiiiiiion.”

“W-Well…. The thing is….” Atsushi took a deep breath to collect his thoughts and say them out loud. “How come you never pay your tabs, Dazai?”

“A very good question, Atsushi,” Dazai chirped, his face switching on to glee mode. “I am very financially savvy and choose to invest my money in more important matters.”

“But this cafe is in the same building as the agency,” Atsushi retorted. “And they're so good to us and we bring about good business to one another. Isn't that an important matter?”

“I don't recall them having any crab cakes available, do you?”

“No, but--”

“The sweet, fluffy delicacy is what's truly worthy of every yen in my wallet.” Dazai thrust his arms into the air. “Ah, my crabby patties! They almost make me want to reconsider the whole suicide thing!”

Atsushi lights up with a hopeful smile.

“Really?”

Dazai slams his hands on the table.

“ALMOST!!” he hollers sternly. He wags his finger at his young subordinate. “Your deduction skills still need some work, kitten.”

“I see,” Atsushi said, shrinking in his seat.

The waitress returns with their drinks and a slip of paper, grinning ear to ear.

“Here you are,” she said as she placed them on the table. Dazai gives a quick peek at the slip of paper: a doodle of a grumpy crab cake with the caption “Not paying makes me a bad crab cake”.

“Cute consolation,” he giggled. “But you're going to have to do better than that,”

“Read the back,” she instructed before trotting off to her work station. Dazai curiously flips it over: a message that reads, “Pay 536,630 yen or else see front of the note”.

“WHAT????” Atsushi hollered, his hairs standing on end. “YOU OWE THEM 536,630 YEN???”

“HMMMMMMMMM,” Dazai hummed humorously. “She sure drives a hard bargain.”

“YOU THINK??”

“Atsushiiiiiiiii,” Dazai sang. “You think you could split the bill with meee? You have enough savings in your name by now, riiight?”

“No!! I'm still recovering from when I took Kyoka out on that day trip!!”

“Pretty pleeeeeease? Be a good kittyyyyy.”

“You've been with the agency longer than I have! How you could possibly be in this kind of situation makes absolutely no—”

He stopped when he saw a school girl approach the counter where Lucy was stationed. She had shoulder length black hair, wore a pink headband, black school top with orange lining, a pink collar bow and school skirt, and had very bright green eyes. Everything around him faded into a muffled silence.

“Absolutely no what, Atsushi?” Dazai said. He waved his hand over his still face. “Atsushiiii?”

His eyes burned with an angry focus and his pupils retracted, the tiger within him badly wanting to emerge and strike. He was taken back to his days in the orphanage. He was grabbed and pinned down by a couple of residents while a sizable audience looked on with those sneers and laughs that haunted him day and night. A little girl approached him with a pair of scissors. She grinned maliciously and struck fear into his soul with those bright, distinctive green eyes. Midori Hatarashi was her name. She told him she wanted to be a hair stylist when she grew up and she'd be his first patient. That wasn't her only crime; she was a leading antagonist who bragged to him every day that no one would ever want or love him.

“You!” present Atsushi snarled.

Midori turned around in a fright. Her eyes widened as she immediately recognized him.

“Is that you, Atsushi?” she asked with a soft tone.

Atsushi rose from his seat suddenly.

“Why are you here?” He snapped. Dazai pulled back a little in surprise at his sudden ferocity.

“I was just wanted to try Uzumaki's coffee,” she said shakily. “I've never been here before.”

“Liar!” Atsushi hollered. “I'm not about to let you walk in here and fool everyone!”

Midori backed into the counter like a fearful mouse with nowhere to run.

“I--” she stammered. “I know I wasn't kind to you before….” She hung her head. “No, I was terrible…. Inhuman even…. I promised myself if there was a slim chance I'd ever see you again…. I'd say I'm sorry for everything. Truly.”

Atsushi said nothing and stood still for a moment. Then, he walked up to her, never taking her eyes off her. He towered over her mere inches away.

“Do you really think anything you say or do will make me forgive you?” he said scornfully.

“No!” Midori said fearfully as she desperately attempted to back further into the counter, but her back was already flat against it. “Of course I don't…. How could you, right?”

“If you know that, then why are you even here?”

Tears formed in Midori's eyes; she had no words.

“Do you have any idea what I've went through and how badly I suffered because of you?” Atsushi growled, steadily raising his voice. “How it affects me to this very day? I'd be delighted if you left right now and I never saw you again. Yeah! You can leave my town and drop dead in a ditch somewhere!”

For a moment, Midori couldn't breathe. She had expected to be met with anger, but her heart couldn't brace itself against the beastly hatred he was emitting. She looked away and pushed past him, tearfully running out into the busy streets. When he was sure he could no longer see her, Atsushi relaxed his shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Atsushi….”

Lucy was staring sternly at him; as the barista tending to the cash register, she witnessed and heard everything loud and clear.

“Oh,” Atsushi said sheepishly. “Sorry about that. I'm alright now. Finally….”

“What was that?”

“Just an old adversary that's been goading me for years.”

“No, I mean…. What was that?” Lucy's words were coated with disappointment.

“What are you talking about?” Atsushi said with a stumped and confused expression. “You weren't there.”

“I was here, Atsushi,” Lucy said. “And that girl. You said it was years ago. She had the courage to apologize to your face.”

“You don't know her,” Atsushi said defensively. “And I don't have to forgive her. Right, Dazai?”

Dazai sipped his drink calmly with his eyes closed. He set it down gently and stood up.

“I think I'm ready to head back to work,” he said quietly. He stood up and began to make his way to the stairs leading to the agency office, walking right past Atsushi.

“Dazai!” Atsushi called out. “Wait!”

The clown of the agency didn't stop, though. Atsushi gave chase.

“You understand, don't you?” he pleaded. “She deserved it!”

Dazai came to a halt. He opened his eyes finally and looked Atsushi directly in the eye. His goofy facade had vanished. In its place was a steel, stone cold expression that sent chills down Atsushi's spine.

“What exactly did you say to her?” he asked with a low, serious tone.

“D-Dazai?”

“Tell me what you said to her.”

Atsushi yelped. He couldn't tell whether or not he was being scolded by the man who ever rarely did such a thing.

“I told her exactly how I felt,” he said. “It's what I've always wanted to say to her…. And everyone else.”

“Including the bit after that?”

“What bit?”

Dazai sighed heavily, bowing his head.

“Do I really need to spell it out for you, detective?”

Atsushi crossed his arms and pondered, squinting his eyes shut as he thought really hard. What could he have said that was such a big deal all of a sudden? His face softened as he came to a conclusion.

“The part about the ditch? …..”

However, as he opened his eyes, Dazai had already gone up the flight of stairs. Behind him, a little boy was sniveling and sobbing. His mother was covering his ears and holding him tight. Lucy, the waitress, and the owner of the cafe were staring with disheartened eyes. Through the windows, some passerbys had caught wind of the commotion and were peering inside to see what was going on. The weretiger had been on the brink of death, seen crime scenes, watched people fight with their special abilities, been shot at, and had seen people get hurt and die. Although, none of that carried the throbbing, anchoring weight to pull him under like the moment eyes laid on him and saw him as a monster.

#bsd #atsushi #dazai #dazatsu

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Some Grand Affairs Amongst the Normality - Chapter 2 of ??? (Dante/Reader)

Overall Story Rating: Mature Overall Story Tags: Alcohol, Big Snake, (Like literally a big snake), Blood, Body Horror, Dead Body Mention, Fluff, Gore Mention, Depressive Thoughts, Drugging, IV Mention, Nausea, Nightmares, Reader is regular boring Human, Reader likes to clean, Reader is also a troublemaker, Slow Burn, Suicide Mention, There was only one bed,

For This Chapter: Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Depressive Thoughts, Suicide Mention Additional: Blood mention Word Count: 5548

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/ Part 10/Part 11/Part 12

AO3 Link: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/Part 11/Part 12

Getting up in the morning was always hard, considering you only ever slept between 6 and 7 hours any given night, but today you had gotten even less sleep than normal, only about 3 full hours. But you fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed last night, and slept like you were in a coma, which you’d chalk up to all the physical activity you did just before getting home, so it just felt like a normal, tired morning to you when you first opened your eyes.

Dragging yourself out of bed and over to your alarm, you momentarily fought off the urge to go back to bed and just skip today entirely because of how awful you felt. But hearing the hollering coming from the kitchen nearby, you knew someone wasn’t going to let that happen. Slapping off your alarm and yawning, you made your way into the kitchen, flicking on the lights as you entered.

“Mornin’, asshole.” You muttered at your cat, Bagels. She was screaming for food like normal, acting like you hadn’t fed her in her entire life, despite being fed twice a day, every day, since you had adopted her.

Sitting on the floor, slumping against the wall and opening the cabinet, you pulled out all the bowls and bags of food you needed for everyone and began to fill them all with the correct amounts of food.

Hearing more screaming from Bagels as she threw herself onto you, you slid her bowl toward the fridge area first, pausing as she ran over and began to inhale her breakfast. Turning yourself and seeing Feta, your other cat, and Rhubarb, your dog, sitting and waiting patiently behind you, you gently placed their food bowls down and watched as they ate.

When Bagels was done with her own food, you quickly stood up and scooped her into your arms, holding her up on your shoulder while you opened the fridge to look for something to eat. As she struggled against you to get down, you held her in place, hoping to be able to hold her a little longer so the other two could eat in peace for once.

Hearing some footsteps coming from the hall, you closed the fridge and turned, your eyes meeting your roommate’s, Alecz, as they entered the kitchen. Watching as they yawned, you greeted them.

“Morning…” they said quietly as they pulled down their coffee mug for the day and began to set up the machine. “You got home really late last night, and you were making a bunch of noise, what was up with that?”

“Er…” placing down Bagels as Feta and Rhubarb finished eating finally, you gathered up the bowls and began to rinse them out, trying to avoid getting your hands wet as you did so. “I literally ran into someone in the alley last night?”

“You don’t sound too sure about that.” Alecz said snidely. Shrugging your shoulders at them, you put the pet bowls away before pulling out your own items for breakfast and began to make up a small bowl of cereal. “Just keep it down next time, I guess. You woke me up.” They said as they poured themselves a cup of coffee. Muttering an apology, you grabbed your breakfast and went back to your room, slowly closing your door but keeping it open just enough so that all the animals could enter still.

Sitting down at your desk and turning on something to watch on the TV, your eyes caught the business card sitting in front of your clothes from yesterday that you had thrown near the TV last night. Checking your schedule for work and seeing that you weren’t supposed to work tonight, you decided it might be best to find out where exactly the address on the card was.

The building was nothing like what you had expected it to be, it looked more like a bar if anything with its double doors and dark wooden exterior. Standing and staring at it for a minute, your eyes then went down to the card you held in your hand to double check the address.

Yep, this was the place.

Sliding the card into your pocket, you let your eyes wander up to the neon sign above the door, cocking your head a little as you read the odd font.

Devil May Cry.

What a particular name, and what a particular font to choose for a store’s only sign. It kind of looked like someone had just scribbled out the name really fast, and the woman on the end of the sign kind of looked like a misshapen dinosaur. Of course, you knew it was actually in the shape of a woman, but the whole design just bothered you.

“Are you just going to stand there all day, or are you going to come inside?” someone said to bring you back from your thoughts, and your eyes flew down to the store front at the sound of the sudden voice, quickly catching sight of the store’s owner as he stood leaning against the door with his eyes staring at you. When did he come outside? Or did he just walk up and you didn’t notice?

“Oh, sorry. I was…admiring the sign you have.” You said to him, walking up the few stairs toward him. “I guess I can come inside now.”

“Make yourself at home then.” Watching as Dante stepped to the side to open the door, you stepped inside slowly, eyes quickly going over the front of the store.

Facing crinkling up at the sight, you wondered how someone could work here. There was trash everywhere, even on the lights above your head, with pizza boxes and papers being the more abundant pieces of garbage you saw. Thankfully it didn’t smell like trash, but unthankfully it did smell like pizza which kind of made you want to order some since it had been a long time since you had done so.

Walking more inside, you walked past the first couch you saw and up to the steps that lead up to another platform. Hearing the door close behind you, you turned yourself around to watch Dante make his way toward you. Freezing as he walked closer, you almost jumped when he side-stepped around you, leaving you staring at the front door for a moment before you spun around to watch him sit down.

“What brings you in?” Dante asked as his feet made their way to the top of his horribly cluttered desk. “Did you see that fat ass snake again?”

“Oh, no.” you said after a moment, remembering why you were here. “I wanted to know exactly where your shop was in case I did see the fat snake.” Watching as Dante nodded, you stepped up onto the wooden floor, and catching sight of some new lights, you turned your head to see a fancy looking old jukebox and rustic looking bar in the corner that was previously hidden behind a wall. “Quite the store you have here.” You commented as you looked over all the drinks sitting behind the bar.

“Thanks, I like to make sure it feels homey.” You heard Dante say with a chuckle. Turning yourself around, your eyes caught the flight of stairs next, and as you glanced up, you wondered what could be upstairs. “So, all you came for was to see the shop then?” Turning back to face the man who was looking more and more relaxed in his seat with every second that passed, you nodded.

“Yeah, basically. I don’t work tonight so I thought this would be a good use of my time.” You explained. “I do work tomorrow though, so don’t expect to see my face then.”

“Duly noted.” The relaxed man said as he pulled out a random magazine from the piles of papers on his desk. As he buried his face inside his reading, you rolled your eyes as you saw the kind of magazine he was reading. Catching your eyes, Dante’s eyebrow raised. “What? I read them for the articles inside.”

“Suuuuuure you do, I’m sure that’s the only reason you read them.” You said, sarcasm as heavy in your voice as possible. Watching the man shrug and return to his booklet, your eyes wandered up from him and to the sword on the wall behind him. Noting that there were a couple of different looking weapons hung up on the walls, scattered throughout the whole store, your mind came back to the name of the store. “Devils, huh…”

“What’s that?” came a soft ask from Dante.

“You hunt devils then? That’s what your shady business is?” You asked as you walked up to one weapon on the wall, your attention being caught by an odd looking num-chuk weapon and a…guitar weapon?

Hearing nothing in reply from Dante, you looked over to him staring at you, freezing as your eyes caught his.

“I-I mean, that’s what your store name suggests anyway.” You sputtered out quickly. “And it makes sense since that fat snake wasn’t any kind of animal I know of, at least, not unless there’s a car sized snake species somewhere in the world I’ve never heard of, and since you were fighting it last night, then you’re the one making the devils cry then? Unless you’re the devil that cries, which would be odd but I’m not here to jud—”

“Alright, alright, slow down there.” Dante interrupted, setting down his booklet before bringing his feet down from off his desk. “You’re a persistent one, aren’t you?” Nodding at him, you felt your face flush red at your word sputtering just a second before. Hearing a chuckle from him, he continued, “And that’s quite the conclusion you came to there; you’re not wrong though. It was a demon you saw last night.”

Continuing to stare at him, you let your mind play through the events of the previous night, thinking about all that had happened with the fat snake.

“…huh.” You finally said after a few seconds. “Makes sense then.” As you stood and thought for a few more seconds, you tapped your foot lightly as well as ran your hand through your hair just before you continued. “So, then, are you…a demon?” Watching as Dante raised his eyebrow high at you, you sputtered again. “I-I mean, I don’t think a typical human can fight a demon if demons are like that fat snake, like, that thing was massive! And you just cut through its face like it was butter and stopped it in place, s-so I just assumed that you might also be…well, I guess that’d be kind of rude, cause that’d be implying you’d be as grotesque and moldy and ugly as that snake, which you’re not, but I don’t know, what DO demons all look like? Can they even be human looking? I have no id—” hearing a loud laugh come out of Dante caused you to freeze in place, feeling every part of you turn red. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I’m just trying to process all this!” Watching as the man raised his hand up to you indicating to stop while he laughed, you tapped your fingers on your side as you waited for him to finish laughing.

“Oh man, you’re persistent AND entertaining, I like that!” Dante finally said as his laughs died down slowly. Watching as the man wiped a small tear from his eye, you felt your fingers tap faster on your side, completely embarrassed about this whole situation. “I’m impressed you came to such a wild conclusion though. It’s also not wrong, I AM a demon. I’m an incubus specifically.” He continued as he gave a smirk and raised his eyebrow. Halting your tapping and feeling you face clear of colour, you stared at the man for a second. “Just kidding, I’m only half demon technically, that’s why I retain this beautiful face still.”

“I see…” you muttered quietly, your eyes looking over Dante’s face. “So, then, are all full demons ug—” jumping at the sound of a phone ringing, you stopped and looked at the desk that sat before Dante, confused as to how it was ringing.

“Oh, son of a bitch.” You heard Dante say just before he started sifting through the garbage pile on his desk, papers and boxes of pizza flying from his hands and falling off the desk’s edges as he searched. Hearing the sudden clear sound of ringing, you watched a phone receiver appear from the pile as Dante answered it. “Devil May Cry.”

Waiting as the man listened to the phone call patiently, you again glanced around the room, questions filling your mind about this new information of more sentient, intelligent beings in the world than you knew of. Hearing Dante thank whoever he was on the phone with in a serious tone, you turned back to face him as he stood up, waiting as he walked around his desk toward you.

“Looks like I’ve got a job to do now. So as entertaining as this is, I’ll have to kick you out for now.” He said as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Oh, okay.” You said as you looked at his hand.

“I’ll answer your questions later though.” Following the man to the store front, you stepped outside and down the stairs as he held the door open for you. Turning and watching the man lock the door, he turned away and grinned. “You need me to walk you home again?”

“I think I’ll be fine, thank you though.” You said as you rolled your eyes. Waving for a second, you turned yourself around and began to walk home, mind still racing with the many questions. Wondering if you should write them all down so you wouldn’t forget them, you kept repeating them in your head until you’d be able to write them down later.

It was only as you were walking home from work a few days later did you realize you had forgotten to ask Dante when you’d be able to come back to ask questions. You had been able to write down all your questions when you got home the day you visited Devil May Cry, so it wasn’t like you were going to forget any before you saw him again, but the questions were still running through your head. And as you were walking home, a heavy flashlight in your hand, you decided you would try to visit on your next day off in a few days.

Crossing over the bridge quickly, you made sure you had a tight grip on the flashlight as you power walked despite knowing that it wouldn’t do much to the giant snake demon if you saw it again, it still made you feel better to have it. You were thankful you had found it in the storage closet at your place, aware you owned one at one point in time, but unsure if you had brought it with you when you moved last.

Stepping off the bridge and about to round the corner to head to the alleyway near your place, your attention was brought to behind you at the sound a trash can lid hitting the ground nearby, its sound echoing from a close alleyway, followed by the sound of a scream. Freezing in place at the sound, you heart and mind both began to race. Hearing a call for help coming soon after you stopped, you gulped and felt your body begin to move toward the direction on its own, hand gripping the flashlight as tight as possible.

Turning the corner where you heard the previous sounds, you ran down the alley quickly, your heart beating in your ears as you made your way to the end of the alley. Emerging from the corridor, you found yourself a street over, one that was dimly lit by streetlights for only one block of apartment buildings.

Stopping at where the alley and street met, you looked around for the source of the scream, your breath coming out heavy as your eyes flew around searching. Hearing another scream from behind a nearby apartment complex, your feet began to take you toward the sound before you realized, body propelled by its own will.

As you rounded the corner of the complex, your head turned, and you froze at the sight of something large and moldy sitting about 100 feet down between the apartment and the one next to it.

Flicking your eyes around the beast, you caught sight of a person standing behind it, crying and shaking in place and unaware of you as you looked at them. They looked to be around your age, maybe a bit younger than you, but it was hard to tell from the lack of light on them, as the fat demon before them was blocking them from the streetlight.

Gulping at the sight, your ears finally heard the snake hissing, its body slowly sliding toward the person. Frozen in place, it was only a few moments later that you realized that the person was backed against a wall just next to a large graffiti covered dumpster. Looking down at your flashlight for a second, you paused for a moment just before bringing it to your chest, holding it close to you as you tried to slow your breathing down and braced yourself.

“Hey! You fat fucking churro!!” you called out loudly toward the demon. Watching as the beast frozen in place, you gulped loudly. The snake demon slowly slid its head around toward you, its eyes bright red and wide as it caught sight of you. Noting the still fresh wounds on its face, you felt your lip twitch a little at their presence. Hearing it hiss louder than before, you stepped your foot out and held out your arms to the sides. “What’re you doing? I’m right here, you moldy crescent!” You yelled as you twitched your head at it, hoping to anger it.

Watching as the demon spun around toward you, you yelped as you threw yourself back out into the street, your body filling with dread as you made your way toward the alley.

Making your way back to the bridge and toward the other side of town, you mapped out your path in your head as you continued on, your legs burning in pain as you ran. It wasn’t a guarantee that your newly formed plan was going to work, but it was the only plan you could think of right now, which basically meant it had to work or you were going to be literally eaten alive. Definitely one of the worst thoughts you’ve ever had, if not the worst, but you were also literally running from a hungry demon so it wasn’t surprising your mind would end up thinking you were going to die.

As you neared your target location, you could feel every part of your body scream in pain, your legs and lungs especially, as you had run much farther than you had the last time. Pushing yourself to keep going, you let your head glance behind you as you ran to make sure large and slimy was still following you, and sure enough the creature was still there, its face still as hungry and angry as when you insulted it back over the bridge.

Turning back around to finally catch sight of your target, you hoped that this was going to work, unsure of what you’d be able to do if it didn’t.

Jumping up the few wooden steps, your hands flew to the door handles and you yanked with your full body weight, and when the doors remained in place firmly, you felt dread fill your whole being.

Fuck.

Releasing the handles and falling against the near by wall, your eyes went wide as you saw the distance between you and the snake demon shrink quickly.

Hearing your heartbeat in your ears, you watched as the snake slowed down only a few feet in front of you, its hissing loud enough for you to hear along with the sound of your heart pounding quickly.

“You foolish, impertinent human!” the demon yelled at you as it slid a little closer. “You will make a fine meal for me. I was hoping to see you again, but you just came to me!” Watching as the beast slowly opened its mouth, you let out a little noise as you slide down the wall, legs finally giving out from the combination of pain and fear you felt and hand dropping the flashlight you had held onto the whole run.

Unsure of what to do, you began to think, your brain racing to find any way to postpone your worst nightmare that was sitting right in front of you. Trying to sputter out any words at all to the snake, preferably some words about begging for forgiveness, you watched as the snake threw its mouth open completely and jumped forward, and as your eyes clamped shut tightly, you let out a scream as your arms flew in front of your face.

Hearing a loud thud in front of you, you waited a second before you slowly moved your shaking arms a bit to peep through them, your eyes slowly opening to see something red in front of you. Gulping and looking up, your eyes caught the sight of a white head of hair, relief hitting you when you recognized the person in front of you.

“Dan--!”

“You must have a death wish, messing with this ugly ass again!” Dante said with his voice strained and cutting you off as he held the snake demon’s mouth open with his hands and legs. “So, if you really want to die, get crawling in there right now! If not, you need to move, now!!” Sputtering out sounds at the man, you listened and threw yourself to the side, arms doing most of the work as your legs were numb from the previous fear and pain.

Looking up at Dante as you crawled behind a bench nearby, your eyes full of fear met his, the colour of them no longer a piercing blue but a bright yellow. Watching as he turned away from you, his arms began to bend a little, his knees doing the same just before he threw one foot forward into the mouth of the demon, forcing it down onto its trachea.

The demon cried out at being unable to breathe, its body recoiling away from Dante as it released him. Tucking your head behind the bench, you watched between the bench’s back and seat as the snake shook itself out for a second before lunging at Dante.

Watching the man dodge the incoming snake with ease, his legs throwing him high into the air as the demon slammed into the doors, your mouth hung open, both in awe at the sight of how high the man jumped and from you still breathing heavily. Dante came down quickly, landing on the snake as it pulled itself from the building, the man sliding down the back of the snake gracefully.

He slid onto the ground off of the demon’s tail, the momentum of him coming down causing him to take a few steps forward, and his hand came up to grab his sword, it tightly gripping the handle as both he and the angry beast spun around to face each other.

They both stared at each other for a second, the air heavy between them as each looked the other up and down, Dante having way more body to go over than the demon snake.

It was the exact moment you blinked that they both took off, Dante throwing his sword forward before him and the large beast throwing its body to the side at the incoming attack, and as they collided, the force from the demon sent Dante back, his sword flying out of his hand and toward the street. You gasped at the sight, your eyes following the sword as it flew and then landed itself in the ground far away.

You turned back to the fight, you barely just catching Dante running around the snake, his arms coming up to grab onto the fat belly of the beast. At the touch, the snake shook, its scales rippling down its body quickly, throwing off the hands of its attacker.

Hands free in the air, Dante repeated his actions, this time gripping tightly into the scales of the snake, and as he ripped off the scales, his face almost looked shocked. His shocked face only lasted a moment before he threw the scales to the side before he attempted to repeat the assault. The snake cried out as its scales were pulled, blood flying from the wound, and as it felt the touch of the hands returning to the same wound, its scales shook violently again before it began to roll toward Dante, its body crashing down on top of the man.

You cried out to Dante, heart pounding from the fight, worried now as you couldn’t see any sign of Dante under the snake demon. It was only a second after Dante disappeared that the beast’s eyes turned to you, its pupils tight and focused at you. You gulped, clenching the back of the bench as fear crept down your back.

The pupils grew suddenly, a sight that confused you. It was only a moment later that the body of the snake began to move, it’s fat rolling over itself as the bottom of it began to raise up. There was only a small window to see between the ground and the snake, but within that space you could see a bright red colour sitting low to the ground.

The fat of the snake lowered for a second, its fat touching the ground for only a moment before the entire beast was thrown, its head and tail wiping behind its fat as it went through the sky. It landed in its side with a crash, the ground shaking at the weight of the beast, causing you to jump and knock you hands into the bench. Where the demon once lay there was Dante, hunched over and breathing hard, one knee still on the ground as he watched the snake.

His head turned to the side, catching sight of his sword quickly as the snake began to roll back onto its belly, rage filling its face at the sight of the man before him. It turned its head as well, following the line of sight Dante had, its body quickly shaking and then taking off to the nearby sword.

Seeing movement near him, Dante moved as well, his body flying forward, arms reaching ahead of him to his target.

It happened in only a second, Dante grabbed his sword, his hand tightening on the handle as he landed near it, his head flying to the impending monster that was quickly approaching, his eyes turning to the side to catch your sight before his entire being was swallowed by the monster, its mouth clamping shut around the man.

A gasp left your mouth, your hands tightening hold on the bench as you watched the man disappear again. You stared at the snake demon, eyes widen as you didn’t let your gaze leave its mouth, your breath held inside as you hoped to see something, anything, happen.

You let your breath out at the sight of a sword pushing through the demon, only for you to inhale sharply as the sword flew up and sliced through the snake, the movement of it severing the body from head, and as blood shot through the wound the area around became covered in green blood and although you were quite a distance away from the beast, you became plastered in the blood as well.

You quickly wiped your face on your sleeve, your body retching at the feeling of warmth cover you, but you turned your eyes back to where the snake demon once was, its being slowly folding down onto the ground as it collapsed under its own weight, only to see something now standing within the once enormous beast.

Looking over the being, your eyes went wide as it was not a human who stood inside the beast, instead it was another demon, one that stood proud and tall, the top of its head sporting white and a red covering over its eyes, and its body covered in what appeared to be magma with coat linings that fell from its torso to below its knees. As you saw its eyes turn to you, you froze at the sight of the yellow within them, feeling yourself stop thinking for a moment.

“Dan…te?” you heard yourself say mindlessly after a few moments of silence. Hearing the name, the demon smirked a little and stepped out of the body of the demon before glancing around the blood covered area.

“Well, this is going to be a bitch to clean up.” He said as he turned back to you, catching sight of all the blood on the bench and you. “Need a hand?” Nodding slowly, you reached up to grab his extended hand, slowly grabbing onto him and letting him pull you to your feet. Forgetting about the pain burning in your legs for a moment, you stumbled as you finally stood, falling to the side and trying to catch yourself on the bench, but being caught by an arm behind your back instead.

There was a flash of light as you tried to stabilize yourself, hands grabbing onto the bench beside you as the arm behind you held you firmly. Your eyes turned to the corpse of the snake in front of the shop, and you stared at it for a moment, brain still trying to process what all had just happened. Dante waved his hand in front of your face, bringing your eyes up to his.

“Did you run into that demon on your way home again?” he asked, slowly leading you around the bench.

“No, it was, uh…It cornered someone, so I called it a fat fucking churro and lead it to here.” You admitted, eyes slowly looking over the whole area covered in blood. Hearing a snort, you looked up at Dante who was covering his mouth with his hand, barely holding back a laugh. Feeling a small smile tugging the corner of your mouth, you looked at the snake corpse before continuing. “It was pretty mad about that, but I figured the least I could do was save that person.”

“Did you even know I was going to be coming back tonight?” Dante asked, nudging your back lightly as he led you toward his store slowly.

“Oh, no. I just kind of went ‘If he’s not there, then at least that other person is safe.’” You said as you carefully moved your legs toward the door, each aching still and making it hard to move.

“Sounds like you really did have a death wish then. Here, hold on.” Dante said as he pulled out his keys, shaking them until he reached the door key.

“I mean, not today I didn’t, a few days ago sure, but today I think I was just running on pure adrenaline.” You said as you watched him unlock the door. As you finished speaking, Dante’s head turned quickly and his eyes met yours, his more serious than they were just a few moments ago. Flushing red, you sputtered out an apology quickly.

“…I’ve got a shower in the back, it’s through the door by the bar.” Dante said after a few seconds of silence, and as he opened the door, he motioned you inside, holding out one hand to you. Taking his hand again, you placed your hand in his and let him help you inside, careful to not make too much movement in fear of pain in your legs and snake blood falling off you onto the floor. “Feel free to shower here, and when you’re done, I can answer those questions you have.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate that.” You said as you grinned, grinning a bit more as you saw Dante smile. “I uh…do you mind if I ask to have a little bit of one of your drinks by your bar?” Hearing a chuckle from Dante, you slowly stepped up to the upper floor platform, continuing to step carefully about the floor.

“I think I can mix something up for you while you shower.” Dante replied with a chuckle. He grabbed the door handle near the bar and pulled it open, revealing the bathroom to you. “You want something bitter or something less bitter?”

“I’ll literally drink anything right now; I’d just like something to drink after seeing all that.” You answered as you stepped into the bathroom and turned on the lights, eyes glancing over to tub that was nearby. “I’ll be done quickly, assuming this all comes off easy.” Hearing the door close behind you, you slowly began to take your clothes off, cringing at the feeling of having to having to peel everything off.

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