#so sorry the guys look really pale in some shots…i tried

[sunlightfeeling]

TV Life Premium: 2012.11.3 Vol. 3 (2 Shots)

#smap #magazine #scans #TV Life Premium: 2012.11.3 Vol. 3 #for some reason i could never get even coloring for some of these shots no matter how i scanned lol #i dont know if its their makeup or the paper quality or what…but its annoying… #so sorry the guys look really pale in some shots…i tried #THEY CUTE THO

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Someone tries to flirt with Adam and you get angry king of hell

*Cracks knuckles* Did someone order a jealous Luci?

Lucifer always knew that Adam was a good looking man. He was made to be perfect from the dust of the earth. With golden eyes the shined like sunlight, soft brown hair that you could run your fingers through all day and a perfectly symmetrical face and nice body, the first man has always been fine. Even now as a sinner with black and gold horns he was unfairly good looking.

So it really shouldn't be a surprise that other people wanted to date him or hit on him. "Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?" Asked some demon who came up to the bar where Lucifer and Adam were having a drink at.

Adam blinked at the guy, "You talking to me?" Sure, he had been hit on tons of times, but that was all by women. He wasn't fully used to men being interested in him.

"I don't see any other handsome men around. What are you drinking? I will buy you a round."

Adam looked the demon up and down, he wasn't bad looking himself. "Tequila shots and sure, why the fuck not?" He liked free drinks, why should chicks be the only ones to get them?

Lucifer was seething in his seat beside Adam. Who did this asshole think he was? Buying Adam a drink when he was already getting them from him?! The king took a deep breath, it was only one little shot. No harm in that right?

The demon handed Adam his shot, he had one of his own. "Cheers." They clinked drinks and downed the liquor. "So tell me." The demon places the shot glass down. "What's a pretty little thing like you, doing all alone in a place like this? This is a rough part of the city. I could keep you extra safe." He purred and tucked a stray hair behind Adams ear. Adam flinched and moved away from the touch.

That did it for the king. Lucifer was up and out of his chair and slapped the man's hand away from his boyfriend. "He has me asshole, so take a fucking hike before I turn you inside out and leave you in cannibal town to be eaten alive!"

The demon paled and backed off. Good. "I'm sorry! I didn't know! Fuck!" He left quickly before Lucifer could make good on his threat.

Lucifer turned his heated gaze to Adam. "And you! What the fuck was that?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "What, I just wanted a free drink. Figured I would save you a few bucks."

"Yes, because as King I'll go bankrupt over a $6 shot of tequila."

"You never know."

Lucifer tangled a hand in Adams hair at the base of his horns and gave a light tug, smirking at the soft moan he pulled from the sinner. "Are you going to make it up to me for that awful display you put on?"

Adam bit his lip. "Oh I promise I will." He gasped when Lucifer's lips crashed into his and they took to having a sloppy make out session right at the bar.

When Lucifer pulled away, he smirked at how breathless Adam was. "Oh I know you will darling ."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam

[venoti]

My fragment of Hope

(Supposed to be a one shot but it got too long)

Pt: 1

Summary: When the ultimate lucky student, Nagito Komeada, meets the ultimate unlucky student.

— The hope he ached for was suddenly missing when he looked into your eyes. That’s when he realized the hope he desperately wanted wasn’t the talent, but you.

But what do you know? He’s just a man obsessed with hope, and you despised it.

—

You groaned at the suns vibrance as it blinded your eyes. Almost with instinct you pick up your hand covering the sun. Where were you? An island? How? It was too many questions that only made your head hurt. Before getting the chance to even grasp what was happening you suddenly felt an object in your pocket, you couldn’t recognize it as your belonging. But it spoke for its self. “Get all the hope fragments from your classmates to continue this trip!”

My classmates! The last place you were at was school. It made you realize, at least you weren’t alone here.

But it was weird.. you couldn’t remember them. And you had to be just as useless too. Ultimate Unlucky student? It was—

You felt a sudden gasp leave your lips as your body hit the soft milky sand. You would’ve just screamed if your face wasn’t flat on the ground. You swayed your head to remove the remaining particles left on your face before turning to your feet. It was your white shoe lace that laid on the ground. Huh. -Was I lucky enough it wasn’t on the cement?- it was weird to have a sudden touch of hope. But it didn’t last with your situation, stomach first on the ground while you awkwardly turned behind you.

You quickly picked yourself up from the ground. Your cloths were nothing flashy at that so there was no need to worry about all the sand that covered you. What did you expect with your luck anyway. You finished the now tied shoelace, wondering where to go now.

“Ah- Hello!” You flipped your head to a voice, what you saw was a pale skinny man that was slowly walking towards you. His hair was messy, tall, and questionable fashion choice. But you couldn’t talk, you didn’t look any better.

You slowly waved. “Hello..” It came to you, friendship fragments!— or whatever it was. You two must be the first ones awake from the island.. on this side at least.

“I don’t mean to disturb you with my presence” He murmured having a guilty look smeared on his face. “—but the names nagito komeada” He continued. “Ultimate Lucky Student”

“Hm..?” You say in disbelief. You tried to keep a poker face but it didn’t matter. Nagito already knew, Your body language said it all.

“Is something wrong? Im sorry if it was me—“

“No!.. it’s just.. nevermind. The name is Y/n L/n. Ultimate unlucky student” Your shock easily became relatable to him after those words.

“Unlucky?” He questioned. A awkward silence filled our throats. It was almost like tension “Hah.. what do I even say? I’m lucky to meet you” He had a sudden look that you couldn’t picture, but it quickly disappeared once he looked into your eyes.

For some reason- no it was obvious that you were being weirded the fuck out. “How can you say that? At least you have good purpose. I’m just here so people can feel better about themselves” You said with a faint laugh.

“But your such wonder can’t go to waste. It’s.. hopeful“

“Oh really?” He just nodded while looking to the side. For some you guys lacked the need to talk, it was probably circumstance that made you guys want to explore more. “It was nice meeting you.” You murmured watching him slowly walk away after those words.

“It was nice seeing another person.. bye y/n” he last said before disappearing. I felt a beep in my pocket. One friendship fragment obtained.

You rolled your eyes before turning back to the water, it was beauty if you had to be honest. If you were gonna be trapped at least it could be something you can even slightly enjoy with your luck, which was none.

“God damn it.. what is up with me?” You say tugging at a strand of hair, you start waking down the beach to clear your mind. But he was lingering in your head. For starts you knew he was much more than just a smiley man. He was weird enough already, so what could be making you so interested?

“Hope.” You say looking at the ground. That’s the first word you can think of when it was him. You want to know him. Why were you desperate?

You tried to relax your body on a tree to daze off, but instead you were threatened with a coconut falling on your head. “Ow- fuck!”

— NAGITO POV

Hope. It was all I thought about. it’s all this island really means to me. “Hmm..”

Unlucky student. For some reason I had a hard time understanding that talent. But it didn’t lack what I craved. Especially since all I yearned for is the hope that it can spread—! ..maybe she would understand.. maybe.

For some reason she itched more than the fact I was trapped here. Would our talents balance each other? I looked up again remembering the clear unreal environment surrounding me, but there was something in my gaze.

A person? I walked up seeing a dazed brown haired man laying on the sand. “Hello..?”

—TIME SKIP first night (Y/n POV )

What I thought was gonna be a silent fun experience, a trip with people I can.. somewhat relate too, turned into my biggest nightmare. How can I trust them after learning the fact they can kill me? Was it my luck? It only made my head throb. And laying in this bed didn’t help. I looked around my room as a plush caught my eye, that damn bear.

Maybe a walk could help. What am I thinking? My bad luck, going out into a place where anyone can murder me..? I did the opposite of what I should do, Listen to my gut.

I jumped off the bed throwing on a jacket and started to slowly open the door.

It was well cared of and was noiseless from all the other times I used it. So why now!? A loud creak echoed from the door once I silently nudged it open. It made me take a pause, I was too dazed to give up now. I tip-toed off the deck, walking towards the dining room. It was a relaxing feeling that I could remember from when I first woke up, when things were normal.

Normal. Monokuma I swear once I leave this place—

I was awoken from my daze when a voice was behind me.

“What are you doing outside the cabin?” I jumped suddenly having instincts. I quickly went into the self defense positions Akane taught me, but I felt my arms fall gently down to my sides realizing who it was. He kept his distance being full aware of the situation. Of course it was him, him and his luck finding me too.

“Do you plan to kill me Nagito? I didn’t expect anyone else to be out following me.” I mumble, but loud enough for him to hear. He laughed facing the ground.

“Trust me, I didn’t follow you. And who knows.. you can kill me just as much. Not that I would mind-“

“Trust is a strong word, you know that the most.” I say, but in the moment of silence I started to ease up myself. “And It would be too risky anyway.” Nagito hummed enjoying your way of thinking. I slowly watched him walk off to flicker up lights I didn’t know existed, it helped me take a better look at him.

“So.. why are you out here?” He asked “Not that I deserve to know..”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He took a glance at you but shrugged. He didn’t seem like someone to pressure anyone. “..but I just wanted to take a walk to cool my mind from the situation”

“I guess I could say the same thing” He hushed. We took a few minutes of silence together before he broke it. “It’s crazy..” I perked my head at him, listening. “The ultimates have to work together needing hope if whether or not they can trust eachother. It’s so..”

His eyes.. it’s the same eyes from the first time. “—So absurd.” I say breaking his trance of thinking.

“Ah.. I’m sorry. I got too relaxed” I nodded gently, about to take a step towards him. These damn shoe laces— I felt my body trip to the harsh wooden floor board that created a huge bang noise. Would that bear care if I’m here?

I took a pause grasping the situation before quickly standing up. I brushed my elbows that took most of the fall. “Pfft..” I heard silent laughter next to me. I huffed turning away.

“I don’t wanna hear it..” I mumble bitting my cheek.

“I’m sorry! I really am” That didn’t help at all since I could still hear his muffled laughter. But.. it made me laugh as well ..and this time it was real from him. Not that facaded smile he always showed off.

Once it died down we both took a seat. “I never thought I would be here with you” I say wanting to enjoy the “normal” demeanor I got from him.

“I feel the same! Graced in your presence.” ..that’s a weird way to respond but I guess we’re getting somewhere.

“Did you rely on luck to find me?” I asked. It honestly had him startled with how off topic it was. “Or maybe I’m stupid.”

“I wouldn’t underestimate someone so hopeful like you—“ I’m usually a composed person, but sometimes I lose myself from my mind.

“Why do you talk like that? Like I’m some.. some.. I don’t know! I’m not anyone special” I say, but it sounded more damanding than the truth. “It’s just frustrating sometimes”

That’s when it hit me. Why am I suddenly attacking him? “-Sorry.” I gasp rubbing my palms. “The situation is getting to me” I try to excuse myself back to my room but I felt a hand leech on to my arm. Normally, I would instantly pull myself away. But for some reason I wanted to listen.

“I can’t do anything with how I see things. But trust me— If you even can.. your like a friend” I was too flushed to really try and identify if whether or not he was telling the truth. But I stayed. Was this a feeling of trust? His hand slowly slid down to mine. I didn’t know if I should pull away.

“Do you really even want to even be near me with my luck?” I say looking down to him gently holding my hand.

“I thought it was my job to degrade myself.” I gave him a silent look. “..haha.”

“Your funny you know?”

“Am I?” I couldn’t tell if it was a mutual feeling but I enjoyed being here.

“Ok ok.. now let go of me funny guy—“

“APUPUPU! What are you doing my students! Back to the cabins, I’m getting tired of this monkey business..” We both jumped back from Monokumas sudden appearance. My mouth gaped at him while Nagito had a nonchalant look as if this happens everyday. “Your lucky it’s the first day! Don’t let me catch you again unless you really want to be killed!.. can’t even leave them unsupervised for even a minute” Monokuma murmured the last part to himself.

I know it was meant to be a threat but it was funny coming from a small bear. We turned to each other muffling our laughter. Nagito stood up from the table following me down the stairs, we didn’t split ways till reaching the cabins. “It’s supposed to be an island of despair.. but this was pretty fun Y/n.”

“I can say the same.” We both took a final look before heading our opposite directions. He was.. definitely someone I could remember. I almost forget about my own talent. After stepping into my cabin I threw my shoes by the door and went to unzip my sweater. “Hmp.. why.. won’t.. you..!” I say struggling to pull it down. Did it jam!?

TIME SKIP day of the party.

It was spotless, cleared, and even prepared for the occasion Byakuya planned. It was good to trust nagito. But it still lingered in my head, how was it him the one that lost? When I’m the ultimate unlucky student? It almost made me feel unsure how “ultimately lucky” he is.

But in his defense it was a awkward position between me and nagito. There was only a stick left while everyone else grabbed their own. In his words, out of guilt he decided to take it for me. By now I’ve forgotten the whole mess but decided to enjoy what was in front of me.

I said a simple hello to the girl at the front door, her name is chiaki nanami. She was the person you could never hate. We shared a simple conversation before I finally walked in.

“WELCOMEE!!” A energetic girl screamed out for me. I just silently laughed before waving back. After looking around the main room I noticed everyone else was here already, but fuyuhiko. I started greeting the others finally getting the chance to talk and interact with everyone a little bit more.

“Haha! Nice to meet you twig!” The coach cheered in delight, his sidekick agreed next to him.

“..nice to meet you too..!” I murmured trying to decide if that was a compliment or not.  Their names were Nekomaru and Akane, there was a lot of things to thank them for but I left them to their.. moment. They both seemed out of it, probably hungry?

“Your pretty lucky for once” I heard peko murmur behind me. Well that’s not a thing I usually hear.

“How come?”

“There was a situation about dangerous weapons being in the food, skewers to be exact. It just made a huge ruckus”

“Really?” I gasped, but realized exactly why that would happen. “I mean coming from byakuya I guess he would be worried about every chance of death” I last say before watching her walk away.

..

“My dark devas sense it coming from.. you!!!” I heard from the distance, I turned my head seeing Gundham point towards me.

“W-What?”

“Oh shut it dude! It’s just a woman! Are you scared of them or something?” Kazuichi scoffed trying to scold him. Huh.. thanks—

“Maybe gundham is speaking truth!” A blonde princess said behind him. Really!? You too? ..for once thanks kazuichi—

“Ah- miss Sonia!? Your right! She’s been giving weird vibes” ok, nevermimd mind then.

“Not like that! Hmp.. she’s a wonderful girl. If you were listening to what we were saying, it was about who was most likely to be a princess!” Gundham and her laughed together.

“O-Oh..” Kazuichi begged on his knees for forgiveness. “I’m sorry miss Sonia!”

I loved them really. Gundham was a fun guy to be with, kazuichi was easily a relatable person, and Sonia just really had the heart of someone to a throne. But what just happened.

“Ew-! Stay away pig barf!” The dancer groaned on the side talking to the doctor. Mikan cried in response walking away from her. Some people aren’t as nice.

I suddenly heard the room get loud when we were finally allowed to eat from the one and only Teru Teru, I will say he is quite.. weird.. but his food never disappoints. I looked around already seeing people shove their face in it, like Akane who is now thriving after some food.

I only laughed about to grab a plate of my own but I soon guessed a familiar presence behind me. It was Nagito and hajime. They both slowly walked in with a laugh before splitting up around the room. I couldn’t help but find myself staring at—

“Care to eat? Can’t have you starving” Nagito said. He lightly laughed at my face, I didn’t expect him to walk towards me first.. I just rolled my eyes in response before grabbing a plate for me and him. After walking around a bit, we slowly found ourselves to the near back of the room after he grabbed his own beverage. I took one bite and my whole word suddenly lit up. “Good, Right?” He asked.

“Amazing.” I grin, still taking my time consuming what was on my plate. He also took a small bite before turning back to me.

“Wow.. I didn’t expect anything less from Teru Teru!” I just laughed at his expression. We ate in silence together, and it was peaceful. Seeing everyone have fun, eating, interacting, It was like a dream. A reassurance that I’m one of their classmates— “I should’ve said it before but you look pretty” I almost choked on my food from his words. is this really a dream? I punched my throat, forcing the food down before looking up at him eye to eye.

“Why did you say that so suddenly?.. I always look like this.” I question, raising a teasing eyebrow at him.

“Just thought you’d like to know” I felt my face go hot. What is up with him? Since when did he start saying stuff like this!?

I mumbled some words trying to avoid the fact he was looking at me. “If we’re doing that then you look—“

*BEEP BEEP*

“..what was that?” I last say before everything in my vision turned into pitch black. The lights went out..?

I heard people yell out in response trying to identify who and what was around the room. Doing the same, I grabbed on to the table to try and move around in the dark. But instead the cloth slipped out of hand making me trip. “O-Ow!” I groaned also feeling a plate of food fall on top me, probably making a mess. Where was nagito..? Wasn’t he just right next to me.. I assumed the best that he was trying to walk around. I jumped up from the floor with adrenaline, I couldn’t tell what was happening anymore. It was only foot steps and voices.

The lump in my throat grew bigger, what if— I shook my head, there’s no way.. we’re classmates. Why would someone do such a thing? “Is everyone alright?” I tried to say. Am I stupid? Why would anyone be ok!?

But suddenly, the darkness disappeared. My eye twitched at the suddenly light but it was a lot better than darkness. I looked around and saw..

“M-Mikan!? Why are you..” I hush turning my head away from her erotic pose. Everyone else felt the same as Sonia finally helping her out. We gathered up in a circle, finally seeing Nagito. I’ll.. I’ll ask later. They went on about kazuichi and the lights till an actual point stood out. “So we.. don’t know where Byakuya is?” I ask. They looked around and all I got was nods.

We all decided to start looking for him, I mean we had too. He promised to protect us and we had to do the same. I first started with the back, I assumed we would also be someone to start looking for lights. “You think he was murdered?” I recognize that raspy voice, and sometimes I wish I didn’t.

“No.” I say with ease. He smiled at my response and internally decided to join my investigation. Although it meant nothing since personally, I’m not good at this type of stuff.. before we could continue room by room we heard everyone call for us. Quickly we ran over seeing everyone’s gaze on one table. I felt my entire world crash smelling the blood. Was I gonna vomit?

I turned my head away covering my mouth hearing the screams after seeing a dead body. I felt my eye Dilate trying to force myself to look, I had to be useful.. I didn’t.. wanna be there for no reason. Turning my head around I felt a cold hand reach the top of my fingers. I knew who it was, and I didn’t bother to look. With that comfort I brought myself to look. God. I’ll miss him. I can’t let the murderer get away with this.

I wanted to have my own justice monologue in my head but there was one more thing I had to do. “Thanks.” I whisper to him before investigating, who knew that would be on the few last times I will ever see him as a normal person.

TIME SKIP after first trial.

Teru Teru was found guilty for murder, we couldn’t believe it. Until we had to watch his merciless execution that felt like hours. It only made the room go into panic, despair. It showed how serious this game really was. But I only had one thought throughout the trial. Nagito komeada, the man I thought I could most relate too.

I held on to my chest while my throat tighten. Was the man in front of me.. really Nagito? I should’ve known he was more than just a sweet guy, so why did I still let you get into my head? I tried to look at the person who was willing to kill and sacrifice in the name of hope, it was disgusting. I almost gagged trying to look at him.

“Nagito.. Are you serious?” He was too busy in his own daze before realizing who took notice into him. He only shared a cheeky smile.

“It had to be done, if only it was me that really did it.. but I enjoyed our time together. I hope you understand—“

“Understand what!? That your fucking crazy! For once I really thought I found someone to— to trust..” I started to let my emotions take over my voice. I tried to keep my mouth shut since it didn’t seem to mean anything to him.

But the more I tried to kept silent, it just made me even more pissed off. How could he not feel guilty for toying with me like I was just some stepping stone? Holding my hand? Comforting me? I should’ve left the dining room before ever feeling his hand on mine. He kept on taking and talking.. I just wanted too—

“I hate you so.. so much if it even mattered anymore. Don’t ever touch me again you damn scum” I say before storming out. I could hear Sonia’s voice calling after me but everyone else knew there was no point. Even so I could care less about what happened to him with the rest of the group, either it be death or trapping him in a room.

“As long as I don’t have to see his pathetic face” I mumble to myself trying to stop my face from crying, I couldn’t let him get any satisfaction. But I knew I was going too anyway. The liquid substance falling from my eye proved it. I wiped it off before fidgeting with my sweater. All I knew is i wanted to stab my pillow with every single fiber of my body for even having the thought of trusting him.

When I finally met my room I slammed the door shut and locked it for my own sake. I’ve never wanted to go to sleep so bad. I laid myself on the bed while shoving my head into the pillow on the verge of screaming with tears falling down my now rosy cheek. I still found a way to fall asleep, but with the nightmare of waking up.

—

AUTHORS NOTE: this was wow. WOWWOWW :v Also pt 2 is coming!! but don’t expect it to be quick :c this alone took me 4 days.. I will take suggestions for any character interactions (since the plan was to only show Nagito but I love everyone else too much) and any requested parts to the story! Like a free time event between you and him. ANYWAYSS hoped you enjoyed this!

#x reader #dangonronpa #danganronpa x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito x reader #fem reader #dr2 #goodbye despair #hajime hinata #kazuichi souda #sonia nevermind #dr2 goodbye despair #dr2 nagito #danganronpa nagito #ultimate lucky student

[dw-writes]

The Invasion...Chapter Twenty-Two

Summary: Mad Sweeney could not recall the last true believer he had. Sure, he’d been brought over as one of the Fair Folk, but it was different. A sliver of the truth, a dim shadow of what he was really owed. The belief of someone who followed traditions, not him.

That changed when he arrived in Cairo.

That changed when he laid eyes on you and he found that one didn’t have to believe in the myth to believe in the man.

A/N: I am.... SO SORRY. this chapter really shouldn't have taken me [checks calendar] LOL ALMOST A YEAR TO WRITE HOLY SHIT IM SO SORRY. i hope you guys enjoy this chapter, please let me know what you think!!! And i'm sorry ahead of time for the pain :3 (not really yall were expecting it) also enjoy the latest crossover to happen in this series. i hope you enjoy!!! :D

Chapters: Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four  || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fourteen-ish || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty-One || Chapter Twenty-Two Requests: Mad Sweeney and The Holidays || The Invasion and the Stressful Blows One Shots: The Invasion and That One Thankful Holiday || The Invasion and the Weight of Change || Eyes On You

The Invasion and the Big Easy

Beautiful Aphrodite had only ever felt rage twice in her long life - once, thousands of years prior, as she watched the carnage that unfolded to retrieve the prize that she had given young Paris, and second, when she saw you.

You, sitting in an empty room, eyes glassy from too much alcohol and manufactured self-doubt. She knew what it was from, had felt your heart chip throughout the night from across the country while you fitfully slept under the concerned gaze of a new friend. Whispers of a voice filled the corners of the quiet room.

She turned to them, her incorporeal form non-existent to your unfocused gaze and the man who sat on the floor near you. The face of a young woman filled the unplugged television. Rose didn’t recognize her – it was some different form of Media, a newer one, a viral one. The young woman stopped whispering and met the goddess’s furious gaze.

The television cracked, the image disappeared, and the room fell silent. She turned back to you and watched your exhausted eyes close. The man mumbled, lifting his head to check you, then settled back against the wall with a sigh.

She made a note to learn his name and remembered how love existed in so many forms.

Elsewhere, Rose slumped into the arms of her two loves. They exchanged worried glances above her head as she mumbled to herself, “My poor messenger.” She sighed. Her concerns traced the cracks in your heart through your long day to the point she remembered last speaking to you, when you were happy, and the events of your day played out against her eyelids.

You stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking a large and bustling Athens of a different age. Your bare feet were cradled by plush, green grass while a cream-colored toga fluttered around your legs.

“We haven’t talked in a long time,” said fair Aphrodite as she stepped up next to you. You tried to look at her, but her face kept changing, as did the rest of her. She cycled through so many features like an ever-changing portrait, each paint stroke melting into the next, all trapped beneath a pale pink robe that brushed the ground.

“Have we ever really sat and talked?” you asked.

She smiled. It lit up the world. “You know what I mean.” She nodded at you. “Nice toga.”

“I’m liking the breeze,” you replied with a smile of your own.

“Yeah? It’s nice, isn’t it?” she teased. You laughed, and she watched you, her features melting and solidifying into a face that was familiar to you. You cleared your throat and looked up at her.

“Sweeney?” you asked.

She shrugged broad shoulders. “Yes and no,” Rose answered with a voice that wasn’t hers. “I’m the goddess of love, remember?” She lifted a hand into the air. “Funny, I never would have guessed this, though. Not in a million years.”

“Which part?” you whispered.

She shoved her hands into her pockets. “All of it,” she replied, “None of it. You know, I thought I had a grip on these things, but you keep surprising me.” She smiled. You longed to see that smile on his real face. “Tell him soon, okay?”

“I will,” you promised.

You opened your eyes as easy as a blink, staring ahead into the purple black haze of the dark room. Sweeney snored behind you; a hot arm thrown over your shoulders. You gingerly wrapped both hands around his wrist and frowned.

Was it a warning? A piece of advice? It could’ve been anything – your friends weren’t always so forth-coming in their intentions.

You stared at the room, thinking over everything that had recently happened, watching the darkness become blue, then gray, and a watery white as the sun started to rise. Your phone buzzes with the alarm for your meds, and you squirmed out of Sweeney’s grasp to take them.

You washed your face in the attached bathroom, brushed your teeth, changed into different, cleaner clothes. You woke Sweeney and insisted he stay quiet to not wake anyone else in the house. As you two left, you wrote a thank you note for the parents, and folded up Mitchel’s number for the sisters.

“I hope they get in contact with each other,” you sighed as you followed Sweeney across the large yard. He grunted, yawning, and continued towards the water’s edge. His lit cigarette brunt orange in the faint morning daylight, glinting off a key in his hand. “Sweeney?”

His boots clomped over a rickety pier just out of sight of the house. A boat swayed at the end of it.

“You’re joking,” you called after him. He waved you off without a word. You groaned, looking back up at the house behind you, and followed him. “You’re stealing their boat.”

“Borrowing,” he grunted, placing the cigarette between his lips, “’m borrowing – we’re—” he corrected, looking up at you as he crouched, “We are borrowin’ their boat.”

You crossed your arms. “Do you intend to mosey on back up the river with it when we’re done in New Orleans?” you asked. He climbed into the boat. You looked back at the house again and scrambled after him, pinwheeling your arms to keep your balance in the small craft. “Put out your cigarette,” you wheezed, “Before you blow us up.”

“’m not gonna blow us up!” he argued.

“You have the shittiest luck on either side of the Mississippi, Sweeney, so I’m sorry if I don’t trust you saying that,” you snapped. He sat back, glaring at you, which you returned. When you didn’t budge, he slowly pulled the cigarette from between his lips and flicked it out into the water. You took a deep breath and sat down. “Someone’s gonna get back at you for that,” you mumbled.

“You were so nice yesterday,” Sweeney mused as he sat back, “What happened? Hm?”

“You decided to steal the boat of a family that wanted to help us,” you shot back with a shrug, “And it’s not even theirs! This isn’t even their house!”

Sweeney groaned loud enough to drown out your complaints, twisting around to start the motor. You braced against the sides of the boat as it started down the river, glaring all the while at his smug smirk. You settled in after a while, watching the trees pass along the riverside. “What was that about my luck?” he said as he carefully steered the craft.

“You have shit luck,” you repeated, “The only reason you’re not dying some wildly fiery death is because I’m here and I don’t have shit luck.”

He snorted, shifting on the seat, and absently twisted his warped coin charm around his neck. “Ya know, maybe you made me another lucky coin,” he muttered absently, “Ever think of that?”

You watched him before you spoke. His eyes were trained on the river behind you and he carefully steered down the gentle curves, keeping away from other boats and suspicious shallows. You didn’t answer him for a long time. You balled the sleeves of your denim shirt in your palms and pulled it closer to you, wishing it was just a bit thicker to keep out the cold air coming off the water.

“Maybe I did,” you finally said as the river became more crowded with boats. He hummed as he looked up at you, slowing the boat down and threading it through the crowd to the dock. “Maybe I did make you a lucky coin,” you repeated.

He snorted as he climbed out of the coat. He held out his hand to you. “Bein’ facetious, luv,” he grumbled.

You took it, swinging your bag onto your shoulder as you climbed out. “Big word,” you teased. He tugged you hard against his side. “But really,” you said with a small smile, “Always told you that it was about belief. And I really think those coins were pretty lucky if they stopped a bullet and saved your life.”

“We’ll see,” he mumbled. He squeezed your hand, then led the way out of the marina and into the crowded streets, keeping you close so that the two of you wouldn’t be separated. You eventually found your way to a less crowded area of shops. Sweeney slowed down. “Ya hungry?”

“A bit,” you sighed, “We didn’t really eat anything at the house since someone stole their boat.” You looked up at him.

He rolled his eyes and looked around, tugging you behind him to a food truck on the corner. He huffed, lip curling in a teasing sneer as you pulled out your wallet and paid. He took the food he’d ordered, and yours, and tucked a bottle of beer in the crook of his elbow as he started to walk. You followed him, taking your food with a sigh as you kept pace with him. He stopped at a statue of the Virgin Mary, then smacked the top of his beer against its stone pedestal to pop the metal top off, and chugged half of it.

You watched him, slowly eating your food, leaning against the pillar across from him. “Sweeney?” you asked once he finished his beer.

He buried his face in his elbow as he released an ugly burp. You whistled slowly. “Whut?” he grumbled, taking a large bite of his meal.

“Are you okay?” you asked. You set your food down, worry twisting at your gut, and moved closer to him. “You’ve been a little weird since we got here.”

“Just got here,” he grunted.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” you shot back. You crossed your arms, staring up into his face. He scratched his chin, then down his neck as he watched you in return. “I’ve known you too long for you to pull this shit and not expect me to ask you about it,” you gently said.

He continued to stare, his blunt fingernail scratching at the label on the bottle until it started to peel. He didn’t say anything, though. His eyes grew dark the longer they traced over your face, until, finally, they fell away. He sniffed and looked at the crowd shuffling past you, scratching the growing stubble on his chin again. “Just don’t wanna see ‘em,” he grumbled.

“Hey strangers,” came the call of a familiar voice. Sweeney groaned, dropping his head back with the sound, and turned away while you smiled and spun around.

“What a sight for—” the words shifted in your mouth as you took in Laura Moon’s new, fresh face and glowing skin, “Sore eyes, holy shit Laura.”

She smirked and twirled, holding out her arms. “Guess that old man doesn’t lie, huh?” she said.

Sweeney rolled a hand in the air, tossing the empty bottle behind him. “Then what, pray tell, are ya doin’ here, huh?” he sniped, “What, you figure that the quick ‘n easy don’t last?”

You looked up at him, struggling not to roll your eyes. “Really?” you whispered.

He shrugged. “Just pointin’ out the obvious,” he muttered.

“In a really asshole-ish way,” you replied.

He lowered himself against the pillar, leaning into your space. “Never heard ya complain before,” he murmured.

You narrowed your eyes, arms crossing over your stomach. “I call you an asshole a lot, actually. Pretty sure I use it more than your name,” you argued.

“It ain’t bad enough that it kept ya from kissin’ me though, ain’t it?” he asked with a smirk.

You snapped your mouth shut.

Laura’s voice was far too loud in the crowded street when she shouted, “You what?!” followed quickly by, “Holy fucking shit,” and, “It’s about time!”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed, turning to her. “No?”

“Yes!” she countered.

“That’s not the argument here, the argument is how he’s an asshole for getting on your case,” you tried. Behind you, Sweeney started to snicker.

“Uh, no, fuck that, I’m over it,” Laura said with a wave of her hand. She closed the gap between you. “You kissed this sasquatch? Seriously? What, was it against your will, or did you actually want it?” She gasped, her face alight with joy at the first taste of gossip she’d had since she died. It really gave you a glimpse of who she had been before. “Did he tell you that he—”

“Ya here for the Loa, yeah?” Sweeney cut in, coughing on ill swallowed spit.

“That’s not important right now, is it?” she countered, glaring, “Is it really?”

“Course it is,” he replied, pushing away from the pillar. It was your turn to stare at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes as he walked past. “Second longer without my coin is a second too long, Dead Wife. Let’s get this over with.” You followed after him. He tossed the bottle into the nearest trash.

“What crawled up his ass?” Laura grumbled as she walked next to you.

You shrugged. “He’s been like this since we got here. I don’t think he wants to deal with the Loa at all.” You tilted your head, then leaned towards her. “Do you know anything about the Loa? I haven’t read anything, just know what he’s told me.”

“Not a fucking clue except that they can bring me back,” she said.

“Huh,” you sighed.

Sweeney led you both around a corner and stopped in front of a small building. Above the door was a sign that swung in the humid breeze, displaying the black rooster that had started to fade in the sun. He paused at the door, rubbing his neck, then he turned to you both. “Ain’t no backin’ out of this once we start,” he said. He stared at Laura, his face the epitome of sobriety. “You wanna do this?”

She rolled her eyes and yanked the door open. “Let’s just fucking hurry up, I don’t have all day,” she griped.

Sweeney held the door open for you, his arm brushing your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper, “Stay close.”

You nodded and stepped inside.

(Rose frowned as the scene against her eyes shifted, showing you through the eyes of a goddess she’d never met.)

Bridget – lovely and strong – felt her heart lodge in her throat the moment you walked into the Black Cock. She knew the man you walked in with, knew the emotion that made him hold open the door for you, dip his head towards yours, brush your back as you passed him.

Mad Sweeney was in love with you, and you him, if your subtle lean into him was a clue, and he didn’t explain a damn thing about the Baron’s specialty if you have followed him and the woman there.

He was about to break your heart.

She knew all too well that not everyone enjoyed their partner stepping out, but even the ones that didn’t mind it never came with them to ask the favor.

He hadn’t fucking told you.

In the ten seconds it took for your trio to enter the bar, Maman Bridget’s opinion of Sweeney soured. Something must have shifted in her, too, as her husband’s fingers lightly prodded her back in question. She smiled, mirthless, and stepped out from behind the bar.

What a fucking coward.

(And then, there you were)

You watched the red-haired woman move around the end of the bar. She passed Sweeney, sharing a look with him, before she moved through a door you hadn’t noticed before.

(Imaged passed through your mind – piles of stones upon marked graves of women, women standing beneath weeping willows that shielded them from mist and shadow, drums beating against ears; but also, there were doctors in damp fields and poets writing by candlelight and rough handed blacksmiths and farms all framed by an ever-burning flame.)

You sat heavily at the bar. The weight of recognizing a two-faced goddess rested heavily on your shoulders and the back of your neck. You stared absently at a bottle in front of you, barely listening to the sound of Sweeney’s voice as he traded barbs with the man behind the bar. Your vision swam when you finally looked at him.

The man himself was tall, even lounging back against the back bar, with a top hat that made him even taller. He had deep, dark skin with the cool undertone of a clear night radiating from beneath. His bright eyes, while filled with humor, were scanning over your trio with a knowledge you couldn’t place.

The wall behind him melted away when he met your gaze. There was a history behind him, spanning centuries and countries, filled with celebrations and swearing and death and spirits and all framed by a heady smoke that filled your lungs and spilled over your lips on a shaky exhale. When you breathed in, there was life and sex and booze, singing and loud music and a sharp tang of spiced rum on your tongue.

You couched and squeezed your eyes shut to the man’s grin, bracing against the bar as you struggled to regain your composure. Beneath it all, you recognized a gap in your knowledge that ached in your chest and made your heart race. The lack of information made you anxious and it hurt. You refocused on the bar, scooping up a bottle near your fingers, and struggled to listen to the conversation.

“And when she is not around,” purred the Baron, his voice floating through the air, “I fuck a lot of other women.”

You were joining an already complicated conversation, you knew it, and maybe it was nerves clawing at your throat that forced your mouth open to say, “Doesn’t Maman Bridget help women with unfaithful lovers?” The air chilled for a moment, but nothing rang untrue in your skull. You glanced up from the bottle of pepper-infused rum in your hand. “What?” you asked, “I’m not wrong.” You were defensive, yes, your voice sharper than you intended.

The woman, who you knew had left through a door before, was standing next to the Baron behind the bar. She arched an eyebrow and smiled. “I like this one,” she murmured. She released the man and rounded the bar again, almost materializing by your side with her smooth movements. No wonder you hadn’t noticed her return. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you around,” she said, leaning against the bar, “The Baron might even warm up to you.”

“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” you replied, “No offense.”

The Baron laughed – loud and full, a sound that echoed a little harshly in your ears – and leaned towards you. “She’s right,” he murmured, “I like you.”

You smiled. There was an air to him that was familiar, and you voice as much when you said, “You remind me of another friend who owns a bar a lot like this. I think you two would get along.”

He snorted as he leaned back, eyeing Bridget over your shoulder as she slipped behind you. “Maybe you could introduce us,” he replied.

Sweeney sat heavily on the stool next to you, grunting and leaning into your warmth. “How’s about we stop makin’ nice,” he grumbled, “I gotta favor.”

Bridget smiled. “From what I hear, it’s not like you to do favors, Sweeney,” she sighed and your smile grew tighter, “Hasn’t that been your friend’s job?”

You frowned at the way she said ‘friend’. Sweeney huffed, shifting in his seat and leaning away from you.

“The Dead Wife,” he sighed, waving a hand towards Laura on his other side, “Is dead.”

The Baron flicked the rim of his hat up and leaned close, spreading his hands along the bar. “Don’t look dead,” he said. He sniffed, long and loud. “Don’t smell dead, neither.”

“Smells Norse,” Bridget commented with a sigh. She leaned towards Laura and picked up her hair, sniffing it. “A bit Greek? A bit…” Her hand snapped out and slapped the side of Sweeney’s head. He started to protest when Bridget opened her mouth and let loose a violent rant of Gaeilge so fast it didn’t sound like words.

Laura leaned back to share a wide-eyed look with you.

The Baron laughed.

Sweeney hunched his shoulders around his ears as Bridget swore. Her voice dropped as she switched to English, “You lost the Sun’s treasure?!”

Your leprechaun swung a hand towards Laura. “It ain’t lost, it’s in there!”

“It’s not yours anymore, is it?!” Bridget snapped, “Not the Sun’s but some dead woman’s!”

“And she’ll only give it up if she ain’t dead!” Sweeney shouted.

The Baron stood straighter. Bridget’s mouth clicked shut and her eyes glanced past him to you.

“Why we’re here,” Sweeney finished.

“That’s powerful magic,” the Baron murmured, “With a steep cost.”

“We’ll pay,” Laura replied, unknowing.

Sweeney shoved his hands through his hair and leaned on the bar, ducking his head low.

It was quiet for a moment. The Baron and Bridget exchanged looks. Then, Bridget cleared her throat. “Come back at closing,” she answered, “We need time to prepare.”

Sweeney was up and out the door before she finished. You stood to follow, stopped only by the woman’s hand on your arm. Laura lingered at the door.

“You shouldn’t come back,” she said, “It’s not magic involving you.”

You frowned, feeling a calm warmth seep into your skin, but pulled away. “We’ll see,” you replied.

You left.

Laura waited outside, talking about places to stay, and started towards the main road like she knew the area. Sweeney shuffled behind her, and you after him. He didn’t look at you, didn’t slow to walk next to you. He just walked, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in his pockets.

The three of you eventually made your way to a small hotel not far from the French Quarter. They had one room left, and the cost left you lightheaded, but you dug the cash out of your bag and paid regardless. Once you were given the keys, you turned to see what Laura and Sweeney wanted to do until it was time to go back, but found Sweeney gone.

Laura shrugged when you asked her where he’d gone. “Dunno,” she said, “Didn’t even see him leave.”

You frowned. “Okay,” you sighed, leaning to see if you spotted him anywhere. “What do you wanna do until he gets back?”

A smile lit up Laura’s face. She led you back outside, and down the street, stopping at every shop between the hotel and the bar. You found ink for Mr. Ibis, an antique set of mortician’s tools for Mr. Jacquel, and a new toy in the shape of a bat for Bas. Laura found a cute dress, which she showed you only after you had left the store, and she changed in an alley. There were other stores, other things purchased or stolen, other smiles shared and memories made.

It was dark soon enough, and the two of you stumbled back to the bar in each other’s arms, laughing like schoolgirls.

Sweeney was already there, waiting, face drawn as he pushed the door open. He didn’t say anything as you walked past him, didn’t even look at you.

Bridget looked away from the Baron with a smile that fell the moment she saw you.

(Coward. What a fucking coward.)

“I told you not to come,” she said, leaning on the bar, “This doesn’t involve you.”

“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you asked, confused, a bit incredulous, “They’re my friends.”

Even the Baron looked a bit lost as he watched Sweeney. “Sex magic only calls for two people,” he explained slowly, “That who requested, and that who benefits.” He tilted his head. “And those who cast it.”

“What?” His words rang in your ears. Laura’s hands disappeared from your arm as she said something, then the Baron, then silence. Three sets of eyes burned into your face as a fourth actively avoided looking at you. “What?” you asked again.

“It’s magic,” Bridget said at the confused look in your eye, “Just magic.” It was like she was trying to soothe a burn, but instead of aloe, it was lemon juice.

“Potent magic,” the Baron added. He slid his hand up over her ass. “Only kind that’ll work for this, too.”

Laura whispered your name.

You smiled. You had to – for her, who you’d come all that way for, and for Sweeney, who…

The smile hurt. You’d rather the platitudes from Bridget.

You nodded, glancing around the room. “Yeah, I know,” you said, voice cracking, “Why we’re here.” You cleared your throat. It burned. “I’ll be at the hotel then.” The door thumped against your back as you reached it. Laura had the grace to look away as you fumbled it open and left.

Once outside, the door slipped from your fingers and shut with a heavy thunk. The hot night warmed your clammy skin and sunk into your clothes until you started to sweat.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Just don’t wanna see ‘em.”

“You’re a liar!”

He knew.

(He really was a coward.)

You walked, shouldering through the thick evening crowd as your thoughts wandered away.

Why were you upset? He wasn’t yours, despite all your wants, and thoughts, and wishes. He never was, and, if you were honest, he never would be. You weren’t supposed to be there in the first place, weren’t supposed to be trailing after a man who worked for a god you shouldn’t have met. You were supposed to be home in Cairo. In your bed. Alone.

Fading.

Dying.

Dead.

Your feet shuffled to a stop. People milled past you, unseeing, like you were just something in their way and not a person on the brink of an abyss. You couldn’t tell what you were staring at – a swirl of blurring colors that spanned what must have been the road or the crowd or the buildings, it was all bright and it hurt. Heat spilled down your cheeks and your vision cleared.

A shoulder clipped yours. You stumbled, the rest of the tears rolling down your face, jolting back into your body when you weren’t even aware you’d left it.

“I’m sorry—oh,” a voice thick with a deep southern twang danced in your ears. Warm hands brushed your shoulders. “You alright, darlin’?” Your tears continued. They wouldn’t stop, even as you lifted your eyes from the ground, up past a white collar framed by metal filigree points, and met a warm, brown gaze set into a tanned and tired face. The Preacher’s brow furrowed as he muttered a soft, “Shit.”

You shrugged a shoulder away from him, mumbling something you knew was a lie, but that might’ve also been an apology.

He followed, standing close, staring past you, then turned you around towards a door. You barely heard his voice. You tried to take in more of his features, wondering why he bothered when no one else did – his hair was messy but stood in soft peaks around his head, while the sides were shaved close, and a splatter of dark freckles covered the bridge of his nose. He spoke again, meeting your gaze when he did.

The air trembled around you. Something traced his words out onto the air. You could’ve mistaken the anomaly for a heat wave if it hadn’t been at the end of your nose.

He guided you through the crowd and into a cold bar. You shivered at the sudden change, you sweat suddenly ice on your skin. His hands left you to remove his coat and drape it around you. You watched him roll up his sleeves. Hs pressed a hand between your shoulders and led you to a booth. Two other people were already sitting there, arm against arm.

“Padre?”

“Jesse?”

“Now,” the Preacher – Jesse – motioned you further into the booth, taking up the edge seat when you complied. “This here is Tulip, and Cassidy,” he quietly introduced.

You were pretty sure you gave them your name, but you couldn’t be sure.

“We ain’t here for—” Cassidy’s voice cut off with a yelp.

Tulip adjusted in her seat, shooting the man, Cassidy, next to her a glare. She smiled at you. She was lovely. “You alright, hun? You look down,” she asked. Jesse next to you suddenly jumped, swearing under his breath. “Why don’t you and Cass get us all some beers, yeah?” she politely demanded. She even moved for Cassidy to scramble out of the booth.

You took her in as she shuffled back across the booth seat – her tight brown coils kept the sunglasses sin her hair in place, and her brown eyes were bright as she stared at the men at the bar. She wore lip gloss, and her freckles were just a shade darker than her soft brown skin.

She flashed you another smile, this one not as awkward. “You okay?” she asked again. Her eyes darted over your face. “I mean, you don’t really look okay, but do you wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head. You mulled over her words, adjusting yourself in Jesse’s coat as you struggled to settle back into your skin, forcing yourself into the situation. Out of all the stupid things you could’ve done, you were led into a bar by a stranger, and stuck in the corner seat of a booth.

Though, there were worse things you’d done, too.

And it was a Priest that led you into the bar. Out of all the strangers, that was one that you could, maybe, trust more. And given the weird thing that happened when he spoke, it really reminded you of Anders, and you scrubbed your face with your hands with a groan. Fully covering your face, you dropped your elbows on the table and rambled out everything that had ever happened – from meeting Sweeny in Cairo, to sitting in the bar with her at that moment. Your voice cracked as you spoke, and you barely registered Cassidy or Jesse returning sometime towards the early middle of your tale.

Tulip took your hand and wrapped it around a beer, the polite look on her face replaced with a familiar frustration.

“Now, I ain’t one for religion,” she started, quickly rolling her eyes as Jesse cleared his throat. “Wasn’t,” she corrected, “But someone wanted us to meet because I think we are uniquely qualified to help you out right now.”

Cassidy slapped his bottle on the table, leaning in curiously. “Yer man really a leprechaun?” he asked, “Flighty fuckers, ain’t they?”

“I’m sorry?” you laughed, clearing your throat.

“Nah, I’m old, yeah, been everywhere in my hundred years, and I ain’t ever come across a shrewder or fucked fae than a fuckin’ leprechaun,” he answered.

You properly grabbed the beer and had a long drink. “And how—”

“Oh.” Tulip slapped his arm. “Cassidy here is a vampire,” she said casually, then waved a hand at Jesse next to you, “And Jesse has the literal word of God in his chest.”

“Tulip,” he sighed, as though it was a long-worn topic of contention.

The edges of your world became a little more defined the longer you sat with them. “A vampire, a priest, and a woman,” you mumbled, “I’ve been in weirder situations.”

“Yeah, alright,” Cassidy said, waving his hand in a circle over the table as he adjusted in his seat, “Circle back – how the fuck did ya land an invitation to the Oester party?”

“Oester?” Jesse whispered to you.

“Easter,” you clarified.

He nodded slowly and sat back, draining his beer in one long gulp.

“Everyone’s always clamberin’ for that, fuck, even the Oester in fuckin’ Qatar has a hard time gettin’ invited some years!” Cassidy continued.

“There’s more than one?” asked Tulip.

“You also said there were multiple Jessues?” butt in Jesse over her.

“Jesi,” Tulip corrected.

“I think it’s just Jesus, ya know, both plural and singular,” Cassidy mumbled.

“We’re lookin’ for God,” Jesse continued, sighing, “Big G, God. Was he—”

You shook your head. “Sorry, Father. Just Jesus.”

“Jesse,” he insisted.

The conversation continued in a similar vein, you giving them more details, them sharing their story. The table collected a large amount of beer bottles as the hours passed.

Sweeney drank just as much as Bridget danced. It was a dance she’d done numerous times, one that he partook in at least once, one she’d done in front of others who owed favors, who needed magic so desperately that they’d toe the line between death and sex just to taste it. She twisted in time to music that formed on the air. Sweeney’s eyes slipped past her, past the figures that appeared around her, to someone she had yet to see. She threw her head back as old words slipped past her lips, and spotted the figure, the one who clouded the Irishman’s mind as the world grew hazy and the magic grew hot. Bridget was grinning when she turned to him, traced her slim fingers up his thighs, which parted for her.

“And, for a moment, I thought you were hung up on the dead girl,” she crooned against his clothed stomach.

Sweeney snorted.

“But it’s someone else,” she teased. Her lips grazed the skin of his neck. He twisted his head away from her. His knee started to bounce. “Bet you’d be more into it if the Informant were here, kneeling between your knees.” She pressed an open-mouthed kiss against his ear. “Just as eager to take your cock as you are to give it.”

He shrugged her off with a growled, “Shut up.”

She arched an eyebrow as she stood, though that Cheshire stretched further across her face. “C’mon, let’s play pretend, hm?” The room filled with an eerie glow. Sweeney rose from his eat. “You be the burly Irishman.”

“Shuddup.”

“I’ll grant your favor,” she purred, voice lilting as Sweeney stepped closer.

“Shut. Up.”

It wasn’t her voice that said, “Make me,” but she squealed when Sweeney scooped her up and pinned her to the wall, anger and frustration brewing hot in his veins. It wasn’t her he saw when he hiked her skirt up and pulled her legs high around his waist, nor when he tilted her hips up and pushed his cock into her with no preamble.

In the haze, he heard the Baron and Maman Bridget laugh.

As the red settled over his eyes, he slid a hand up the back of the figure on his hips, swinging them around, pinning them to the column behind him. They were tighter than hell on his cock and warmer than the sun against his chest and he felt himself swallow his own name as he kissed a mouth he’d become familiar with.

The fingers in his hair were yours.

The thighs he gripped tight were yours.

The voice that mewled and moaned in his ear as he touched and bit groped the right places was yours.

And while part of him knew it wasn’t you – wasn’t really you taking his cock like you were built for it – the rest of him desperately wished it was, and convinced him to enjoy the fantasy while it lasted.

(Laura knew that Sweeney only touched her the way he did was because he imagined it was you, and she desperately wished her imagination was powerful enough to picture the man she kept telling herself she loved, rather than seeing the one she really did.)

Jesse fumbled with the lock to your hotel room for the third time, swearing beneath the din of a party going on down the hall. Cassidy stated that he was sober, that he could open the door, but Tulip hushed him and pointed out that he was carrying you on his back, so he was too occupied to do so. He didn’t argue with her, nor point out that she, too, was drunk.

You cheered when Jesse finally opened the door.

“’ey, I got it,” Cassidy said as he shuffled inside. You were vaguely aware of him ushering Tulip and Jesse away, of him telling them that they needed to get home, and to call a taxi or an Uber.

“You text me!” Tulip halfway shouted around him, waving at you as you were deposited onto the bed.

You flashed her a thumbs up before Jesse pulled the door shut.

Cassidy turned to you, rubbing his neck, and dug through the only bag in the room, mumbling something about getting you a change of clothes.

It gave you a chance to really look at him, really take in his features. He was tall, with hair long enough to stick out in difference directions, and soft brown eyes, and was freckled from his previous days in the sun. His voice was soft as he handed you the clothes and advised you to change. He steadied you, helped you tug off your stubborn shirt and put on your clean one, then sat you on the toilet and grabbed a washcloth.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, surprisingly sober, given how much you drank.

He knelt and started to wipe your face; his brow knitted together at your question. Then, he sat back on his heels, his arms draped on his knees.

“I’m a real right bastard, love—”

You swiftly corrected him with your name.

He lifted his hands, apologized, and continued, “But I ain’t gonna leave someone alone when they’re hurtin’.” He paused, then sighed. “Specially with somethin’ like this.” He gave you a small smile.

“I don’t deserve it,” you whispered, sniffling. You wiped your nose with your hand. Cassidy held out the damp cloth. You took it, chin trembling, “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“You don’t,” Cassidy agreed. “Fact, from what y’ said, that Sweeney’s a fuckin’ arsehole and deserves an asskickin’, but that’s from the outside.”

You waved your hands, rolling your eyes. “No, I—” You sniffled against and dabbed your nose with the cloth. “No, I don’t deserve your kindness. I don’t deserve your company, I don’t…” Your voice cracked and dropped to a whisper as you continued, “I don’t deserve to be here. Someone else does. Someone stronger, someone kinder, someone smarter.” You hiccupped and covered your face with the cloth, leaning over your knees.

Cassidy sat on the floor at your feet, folding himself around your legs and the toilet as much as his long limbs would let him. He looped his arms around your back. “That’s the shitty booze talkin’, y’know…” he murmured, sighing gently, “An’ I dunno who you think is better. Yer plenty strong, from the sounds of yer story. Kind, too. Smart as a fuckin’ whip.” He frowned. “You deserve what ya put into the world, and y’ve put a lot of good out there.”

Your sob tore through his chest like a stake.

(Cassidy’s heart broke a bit and stitched back together with a bit of love he carried for you until the day he died.)

“Then why…” you trailed off.

He sighed. “Others just put shit out there, too, and that’s a bit bigger than the good sometimes.”

You scrubbed your eyes with the cloth until they burned, then sat up, wiping your cheeks. He took the washcloth, carefully wiping your nose with the corner.

“Know it ain’t much,” he whispered, “But ‘m glad someone like you’s here.”

“I wanna go home,” you whispered, and he felt it in his gut that you didn’t mean a place.

He sighed. “Me, too,” he said, and in that moment, you knew he didn’t mean a place either, and wondered if Tulip was right about the serendipitous meeting.

Your chin trembled. He helped you up, guided you to the bed, tucked you in, then sat next to you. He flipped the television on. You reached over and flipped it off.

“You’re a vampire,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder, “Tell me a story. Tell me your story. I’ll commit it to memory.”

He snorted. “Why you wanna do somethin’ so silly like that, huh?” he asked.

“Everyone deserves to be remembered,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “And everyone’s important enough to be remembered.”

Your phone buzzed on the blankets. Cassidy scooped it up. He tilted the screen towards you.

“He’s really enjoying fucking that dead flesh,” read a text from your sister, sent over one of the social media apps on your phone.

“That somethin’ she’d say?” Cassidy asked, glancing at the phone, “You said somethin’ about gods and the like, too, when y’ were tellin’ yer shit.”

“Never,” you whispered.

He turned the phone off. “None a that, then,” he mumbled, tossing it somewhere on the bed. He threw an arm around your back. “Get comfortable. It’s a long story.”

“Those are the best,” you yawned.

He spun you a tale of two kids playing at being Freedom Fighters in a land you’d grown familiar with, about how one died in battle, another in the streets.

You drifted off sometime during his re-telling of the 70’s.

Old stone homes crowded the darkness of your sleep, looming over you like specters of a past you didn’t know well. You padded barefoot down cobblestone roads and turned a corner to find your familiar library at the end of one.

“Hello, you,” you whispered as you made your way over, pulling open the clean doors. They creaked and slammed shut behind you. It was dark inside. Not dark enough that you couldn’t see, but the once warm candles were no longer lit, instead being scattered, and broken across the floor. You stepped over them with a frown as you walked in.

Thrown across the main room were books – the floor was covered in pages that were ripped and stained, and shelves were knocked against each other. You knelt to pick up a book and sighed. An ache bloomed behind your eye as sobriety quickly approached.

“Leave.” A voice in the sudden silence made you jump. You dropped the book, rising to your feet. A figure stood beside a tipped over shelf. Its eyes reflected what little light filled the room. You gulped, shifting back as it inched towards you. You scrambled for the door and the bright light beyond it, panic clawing at your throat as the thing ran after you. You pulled the door open.

Its hand smashed the door shut. “You don’t get to run away from this!” it snarled over your startled screech, “You don’t get to just decide it’s over!”

“Stop it!” you screamed. It roared against your back, then fell silent. Its heat surrounded you. You swallowed, turning to see whatever it was that haunted your library.

You stood toe to toe, its bright, knowing eyes watched you. Its chest heaved and its arms trembled. You shivered, backing up against the door. It stepped back.

“Who are you?” you whispered.

It opened its mouth and hundreds of names poured out. You covered your ears as the sound of them echoed in your head, pounding against your skull, everything building until it was undecipherable noise.

Fingers wrapped around yours, cold against your hot skin.

Rose opened her eyes, leaning away from her two lovers to pick up her phone. She’d sent a message hours ago, calling on an acquaintance she hadn’t met in decades, cashing in her one and only favor to him.

Her message was the address of the hotel and your room number, attached to the request, “Take them home. Cairo.”

He’d replied, “Done,” and dropped a pin showing that his phone was at the same location.

She sagged with relief and sat back against the couch.

The man saw the read notification beneath his pin, then slid his phone into his pocket. It was easy for him to pick the lock of your room – old doors, old locks, they were nothing for his deft fingers. Though, he swore when he dropped the lock pick, scooping it up into a wide palm as he checked the door. Satisfied, he swung the door open.

Cassidy looked up from gently prying your hands from your head.

The strange man looked around the room. The television had been unplugged at one point, as had the small clock radio. A cell phone sat on the blankets, turned off. And a vampire was tending to the one Rose had sent him for.

He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Cassidy grunted, standing tall, making sure he was between you and the stranger. The man laughed harder.

The sound was finally enough to wake you. You pushed yourself up, rubbing your sore eyes, and squinted at the man standing in your room. He tilted his head back, somehow larger than Cassidy was before you. “Rose sent me,” he said, waving a hand, “Here to take you home. To Cairo. Let’s go.”

Cassidy glanced over his shoulder at you. You swung your feet off the bed, shrugging, still half asleep and not quite sober as you groggily responded, “Take me home.”

“Y’sure?” whispered Cassidy.

You looked up at him, smiled, and nodded. “I’m sure.” Then, you pointed at your bag. “Give me your number. I’ll update you. And stay here, at least until nighttime. The room’s paid for.”

He hesitated, and gave the man another wary look, but did as he was told with a shrug. He eventually turned back to the man again. “Wait, who’re you?”

The strange man grinned, his laughter finally subsiding. “Call me Iartaithe,” he answered with a wink, “It’s a name.”

“Okay, but why’re you laughin’?” Cassidy asked as he grabbed your bag. He fished for the pen you pointed towards, glancing over when you saw you rubbing your eyes again.

“Just absurd,” Iartaithe replied, “Whole thing. Absolutely fucking absurd.”

“Yeah,” you muttered as you stretched your arms above your head, “Tell me about it.” You waited as Cassidy scribbled down his number, then stretched to grab your phone and turn it back on. You looked up at him. “Can you tell Sweeney where I’m going?”

“I can tell ‘im to fuck right off,” Cassidy replied. You smiled. “Guess I can,” he muttered.

“Thank you,” you said, “He’ll worry.” Then, you frowned, wondering if he’d show back up at all, and remembered that, despite what you wanted from him, he really was still your friend. He’d show up. And he’d worry. But you also knew that you couldn’t stay there anymore, especially alone. You appreciated Cassidy’s company, but you knew he couldn’t stay. You needed to go home. You needed to see Bast again. “Thank you,” you repeated, looking up at Cassidy, “Really.”

He flopped onto the bed with a loud sigh, tapping your phone with his finger. “You better fuckin’ message, or I’m comin’ to find you instead,” he threatened, “Fuck God. He can wait another fuckin’ day.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, yawning, and stood, scooping your bag off the floor. “Promise,” you swore.

Iarlaithe leaned back against the door, and stepped out into the hall when you followed. You gave Cassidy one last glance, waved when he did, and shut the door on him and everything that New Orleans had brought you.

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[k1ngpin42]

Hey guys, this is my first post so I’ll need to set up some ground rules, feel free to skip.

First of all I write NSFW/18+ content, but I will write other content upon request. If you are a minor, evaluate whether or not you will interact with my content at your own risk, but if you find it innaproopitate, please scroll.

I’m an Abby girly, but this is just a Dina fic to test the waters, a full Abby NSFW fic will be released on my page soon too. 

The plot dragged on more than I would have liked, I’ll have the smut in bold if u want to skip to that ;)

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Comforting Dina after Ellie leaves

You were relatively new to Jackson. You had been picked up by Jesse’s patrol when moving through a dangerous part of town and had been offered a place there if you could pull your weight. You are a good shot, and cook, for that matter, so finding your place wasn’t too difficult. Still, you felt like an outsider to people who had been there most or all of their lives, and Dina was one of the people who made the adjustment the smoothest. 

You always felt safe with her, and had even developed feelings. When you watched her kiss Ellie that night in town, you let your heart break for the last time before moving on. 

At least, you thought you had moved on. You still thought about her every day, even if you tried to push the thoughts away.

You were coming back from a regular supply route when you spotted a girl on a horse. She had beautiful, silky black hair in a bun and was wearing a pale yellow flannel. 

Was that…?

“It’s Dina!” Someone called excitedly from the gate. 

A sharp sensation ran through your body and you found yourself letting out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you had been holding.

Dina. The girl who in the middle of a fucking outbreak, has more fire than a group of soldiers combined. The girl who makes dumb jokes that only she could make sound so sweet. The girl who’s smile was brighter than any light the fireflies so desperately wanted to find, the girl you…liked.

You pull the reins and approach the gate swiftly, leaving your patrol group behind. 

When you dismount at the gate and lock eyes with her, it was as if all your pain was, not forgotten, but almost gone. As if Dina had stuck bandaids over the wound.

 Dina lets out an excited gasp and runs at you, holding you in her arms tightly.

“I was hoping you’d be here.” She speaks quietly, still smiling as she pulls away from the hug. You nod, barely looking into her eyes as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Is everything okay? Why’s Ellie not with you guys?” You ask as you plant a soft kiss on JJ’s forehead. 

A pale look touches Dina’s ordinarily warm features, and you know immediately what that look implies. 

“Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. She’s gone.” Dina says, forcing a soft smile and ignoring the tears in her eyes.

“We’ll have a patrol pick up your stuff tomorrow.” Mariah says, approaching Dina and giving her a hug herself. 

Mariah walks behind you, leaning in to your ear. 

“Look after her, you’re dismissed from your duties today, your only job is putting a smile on that girl, okay?” She whispers, and Dina seems too lost in her own head to notice. 

You nod. “Of course, thank you.”

You take her hand and lead her through the town.

“You hungry?” You ask, eyes wide with worry. She nods.

“Yeah, actually, but I don’t really want to be smothered by people right now.”

“Oh, sorry do you want me to-“

“No, I want you to stay.” She reaffirms, and you nod, still feeling considerably nervous.

You walk past the butcher and the man working there smiles brightly.

“It’s great to have you back Din’s!” Dina forces a smile again.

“Yea…thanks.” She says.

“Uh…What can I get you guys? It’s on me today.” The man says again. You nod and look at the options.

“I’ll get some of those sausages and I know it’s a stupid question but, do you have any steak?” He laughs.

“The answer to that would be no, but Dina can have my sandwich, I was saving it for later but it’s the real good stuff, had to give some trading cards and ammo but, I’m only the cook, what would I do with ammo anyways.”

“Kill me some steak maybe?” You remark, making Dina smile. 

“I’m pretty sure he would kill the cow…I don’t think you can “kill steak” Dina informs her, an amused expression still evident. 

“Potato potato Dina.” She turns to face the man again.

“What’s in it?” Dina asks. 

“Premium pork-“

“She’s Jewish…” You say, instinctively. She looks at you and the man just has a confused expression.

“So…?”

“Well Jewish people typically don’t eat Pork or…shellfish, so-“

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know. 

“How did you know that?” Dina asks. You shrug. 

“You told me you were Jewish so I read a book about it.” You explain, matter-of-factly. She looks impressed, but doesn’t say anything.

The man hands you the bag with the meat inside.

“Thanks.” You say, leading Dina away again.

“Is there anyone you want to say hi to?” You question. You can hear the snow crunch under your feet. She shakes her head.

“Not today, not like this.” You nod.

“I’ll take you back to yours then, grill you up some lunch. Smothered in onion right?”

“The smellier the better.” She laughs weakly. 

When you get to her place, the cold air hits you square on and you both shiver.

“Fuck it’s cold.” Dina remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at her bluntness. 

“I’ll get a fire going.” You tell her, taking the lighter out of your pocket. You turn the power on and put the sausage in the fridge.

“I really need a shower…” Dina admits, and you turn to look at her again.

“Uh…alright, yeah I’ll just…I’ll just wait here.”

“Thanks.” She says, walking up to her room and folding up some clothes by her bed. 

You then see her turn on the hot water generator and step in to the shower. 

You wait by the fire for 5 minutes, then 10. Then, a faint voice over the bathroom exhaust. 

“Hey can you come in here please?” You stand up, nervously and make your way to the bathroom, opening the door only a fraction and turning around so you can’t see her. 

“I’m here…” You explain, your voice sounding more high pitched than usual and making you cringe. 

“I couldn’t find a towel and it’s freezing out. Can you try and find one for me?” She asks. Your cheeks, now a new shade, shape into a nervous smile.

“Of course, where should I look?”

“My room, it’s at the top.”

“Sure.” 

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When you return, you see Dina, completely exposed, standing in front of you out of the shower. 

You immediately turn around and shut your eyes, bumping into the door during the commotion. She chuckles.

“Turn around.” She instructs, and you do so with your hand over your eyes. Dina rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and placing it back down.

“What are-“ You don’t even know what to say, you don’t even know what words are anymore. Instead, you just admire her body, the way her complexion paints her body like the artwork it is. The way her hips curve out ever so slightly in ways that her devilish clothing concealed. 

“Why didn’t you write me?” She asks, trying not to smile at your currently dropped jaw.

“I um…” With her permission, you now glance at her breasts. You try to convince yourself you’ve never thought about what they might look like before, but you give up trying to convince yourself of that and decide they are more beautiful than anything you have or could have imagined. 

“Did you not get my letters?” She asks, and now you look back to her eyes.

“Um…I did.” You admit, feeling the heat spread to the back of your neck now.

“Ah, so you just didn’t want to respond?” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not it.” 

“Then what?” She asks, sounding more angry than you would have thought. She lets out a deep breath.

“I thought about you all the time, you know? Did you ever think about me?”

“All the time. But how was I supposed to respond? ‘Dear Dina, I’m so happy you and your girlfriend decided to raise sheep and a baby together away from everyone, I’d go visit but I have duty, send my regards to Ellie?’ 

“Okay, okay, but you could have at least kept me informed, tell me about your life, I mean you could have been dead for all I know.”

“You wouldn’t have believed that.” 

“Don’t be so full of yourself. You may have never missed a shot with a rifle, you may not be the kind of girl to go into a house without taking out every single infected first, but I hate to break it to you, you’re not invincible. As unlikely at it would have been, you could have been dead.”

"Fine. But you wouldn’t have cared what I had to say anyway. ‘Dear Dina, I woke up, had breakfast, went on patrol with another stranger who I wished on everything was you instead, but they weren't. I went home, showered and slept like I do every day.”

“I would have cared. I do.” She mutters. You sigh.

“Well I’m sorry. It was just hard for me, hearing you so happy with someone so…” 

Dina’s eyebrows raise.

“Yes?” 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

“Finish your sentence.” Dina argues. You take a deep breath.

“Stupid. She was stupid to have left you, I never would.”

“Yeah well, Joel was the only person Ellie loved.”

“You don’t really believe that…”

“Well to think she truly loved me and chose to leave anyway for a bit of revenge hurts even worse.” You don’t know what to say, you just nod and hand her her towel. She tosses it on the ground.

“Want to hear what I left out in my letters?”

You’re still blushing over her naked body, but nod.

“sure.”

“Dear (reader) I’m trying to be happy with Ellie and JJ and yet all I can think about is you. Sometimes Ellie treats me like I’m nothing and I know why she does, but it hurts to think how well you would treat me if you were here. You’d probably tell me, “it’s okay…” She pauses. “I’m here…” You’d say.” You don’t know how to react to this, so you just keep listening.

“Dear (reader), Ellie left today, and even though it hurt, like nothings hurt before, I feel like a horrible person.” You walk towards her, looking upset at her words.

“Why would you feel like a horrible person?” Dina lowers her head, looking ashamed.

“Because even though I did love her, when she left it felt freeing, and then I saw you at that gate and it felt as if the part of me she took was never really gone at all.”

“Dina…”

“No, don’t fight it.” She says, grabbing your face and placing a warm kiss on your mouth. You sink into the heat of the kiss, tasting her more passionately now. You pull away from the kiss and you see her eyes, consumed with darkened lust.

“Dina.” You say again, more stern this time.

“You broke up with Ellie only a few weeks ago, you’re still hurting and I will NOT be your rebound. Not when I have spent almost an entire yer lo…” You stop yourself.

“You mean a lot to me Dina, I’m not going to ruin this-“

“Please.” Dina says, kissing your neck and making your legs feel weak as a result.

“I’ve been craving you for longer than you could ever realise. I didn’t even truly know till…till I saw you just now” She says between breaths, wrapping her arms over your neck to pull you into a hug. The warmth of her bare skin is elevating, and it feels like every sensation you experience is heightened. 

“I’m not going to take advantage of you Dina.”

“You think I’m unattractive?” She asks, and you pull away from the hug, putting a hand on her face.

“Dina, when I look at you I don’t just see my best friend, I see the most beautiful of women. The girl I have liked since I first came to Jackson.” You explain, feeling emotional to bring these thoughts to words. 

“You are a rare jewel, and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“I know you think I’m not acting on logic, but there has always been something between us. Ellie…she was like an addiction, something I thought I needed to function. I always had to be one way with her, but with you I feel happy, safe. I’ve dreamt of this ever since Ellie and I broke up and I spent the whole ride here just wishing you would feel it back.”

Smutttttttt ya’lllll

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“I….don’t want you to regret this.”

“Then don’t give me anything to regret.” Dina speaks smoothly, kissing you deeply again. You sigh into her mouth and let your tongues dance as your hands slowly lower to her shoulders, your fingers gently trailing her cold skin, still damp and glistening with small water droplets.

You push her back against the sink, the air between you two barely existent as you gasp excitedly and desperately between kisses. 

You lower yourself, putting yourself into a position between her legs.

“Can I?” You ask, and Dina gleams at the indication of what you want to do, her head leaning back with anticipation. 

You take a moment to admire her cunt, drawing a line between her folds all the way up to her clit with your thumb.

She’s already wet. You can tell by the way your finger glides in, the way she glistens, it turns you on even more, if that were possible. Then, with your thumb still on her clit, you start doing tricks with your index finger, enjoying the sounds of her shaky breaths as you finger her with just the tip of your index finger.

You continue with your fingers, pushing your entire index finger inside this time. She cries out, moaning in pleasure. You remove your finger and suck your index and middle finger before putting them both inside her. You doubt it would have made a differences, she was so wet anyway it would have gone in like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. After caressing the inside of her cunt with your fingers for a few minutes, you decide to finally feed the burning desire to taste her, to feel her come undone on your tongue.

Without so much as a warning, you start eating away at her cunt, sucking and licking sloppily, savouring every inch of her like it’s a 3 course meal.

“F….fucking h… mmm…” Dina struggles, biting her middle finger softly in a barely successful attempt of suppressing the sounds escaping her lips. 

You smile, using this as an excuse for more air before going back and attacking her again with your tongue. She tastes so fucking good. You could get drunk off the taste, in fact, you would be a fucking alcoholic if that was the case.

“Oh shit…Oh sh…mmm….so-“ She struggles, letting out a deeper moan this time. “good.”

You move your tongue faster in circular motions on her clit while sucking on her lower lips at the same time. By this point, anything Dina tries to say is inaudible, replaced with fast paced moans and whimpers.

“S….s…mmm…..so..clo-“ She cries out. You don’t stop. You keep going even after it pulses in your mouth and your throat is filled with your new favourite taste. The taste of her.

When it becomes too much for her, she pulls your face away, breathing deeply, eyes slightly shut from the overstimulation. 

“Was that…” You hesitate, face red. “Good?” Dina laughs.

“Fuck off.” She manages, still in a stage of ecstasy. 

“I don’t want to move too fast or anything but…do you want to have…” You say, clearing your throat “um…” Dina smiles again, nodding.

“Fuck yeah.” With this, you pick her up and bring her to the bedroom just outside the door. As soon as you two are on the bed, she practically tears your shirt off, immediately kissing all over your body. She flips you so her body is on top of yours. 

“You look so fucking hot Dina…” You breathe out as she bites down slightly on your neck. She rolls her eyes playfully. 

She pulls off your underwear, tossing it on the floor beside her bed.

“I want to do it to you too.” Dina says casually, and you initially feel insecure about letting her, but you agree.

“Mm.” You say as she disappears under the covers. You then feel her hands pulling your legs apart and you help part the way for her. You practically shiver as the starts tonguing your pussy delicately, with a lot more precision than when you did it to her, as if starved. 

She then started sucking and the moan that left your mouth was instantaneous. She keeps going and you feel yourself started to soak as you claw on to the bed sheets below. 

“Feels so good.” You say, and she keeps going till you feel your body tremble and pulse. She looks up at your, feeling satisfied with your expression. She wipes her mouth with her thumb and then sucks on it for a second, maintaining eye contact with you.

So goes back to the previous position, pulling your body down so it’s below her.

“It’s still cold.” She states as the bareness of your bodies connect. You smirk beneath her.

“Whatever will we do about it?” 

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.” She orders, and so you let her have her way. 

She pushes your leg down and positions herself so she is sitting over it, then you feel her pussy rub on yours and your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation. Without the pleasure of your clit even in the equation yet, you feel as if you’re melting. 

Then, she pulls you in closer, moving you just right and making you moan desperately. 

“Dina please…” You sigh out as she moves her hips painfully slow in a circular motion.

“J…just like that.” You say again. 

Her hands are on your thighs when she starts to pick up speed. She’s moaning too now, her beautiful features looking even better covered in sweat and pleasure. 

“Faster….please?” You ask, your voice sounding more helpless than you would have liked. She continues at her current pace, a cruel smirk on her mouth.

“This…” She gasps, riding the sensation. “Is for not stopping earlier when I had already…” You try to increase your own pace and she shoves your legs back down with her full body strength. 

“You can come when I say.” She gasps, wrapping her fingers softly around your neck. 

“You like that?”

“Mmm.” You reply, eyes closed shut. It isn’t long before a familiar sensation stirs in the pit of your stomach, as bad as you wanted to come, and also didn’t want this to end, it was the best and most conflicting thing you had ever experienced. , 

Dina finally complied and went faster, and you sing out a chorus of moans and whispers.

“I’m gonna cum…” Dina says, still holding you close. “Cum with me.” She says again. You nod, kissing her quickly as you both release on top of each other, liquid lining your bodies and trailing down onto the bed. 

You just hold each other, ignoring the stickiness of the situation and letting comfortable silence fall before you too fall back onto the bed, looking into her eyes fondly. 

“Do you…regret it yet?” You ask. She shakes her head. 

“The only thing I regret is wasting all that water, I’m going to need another shower after all that…excitement.” You both laugh. You lean into her ear and whisper, “We can save water by showering together?” Her smirk widens and she nods.

“The things we do for this town.”

“Mhm.”

#dina tlou #dina x reader #tlou #tlou2 #smut #18+ content #ellie williams 18+ #ellie x fem reader

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 2 - The First Mission

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At the start,  every time soldiers came to take you on a mission you fought them. You would knock a few out or you leave broken bones. Sometimes other assets tried to intervene but ended up getting injured in the process, And the end result was always the same.  You strapped to a chair and tortured. It was now at a point where when you were called on a mission,  an alarm would sound in whatever room you were in and if there were people in that room they would have to line up against the wall. Leaving you in the middle of the room. The instructions were clear once the alarm was set you were to lie on your stomach with your hands behind your head. Once all the soldiers had entered and all weapons were on you. You were then forced to stand and escorted out of the room. When you finally managed to go on your first mission. Of course with Rumlow... sigh. You had to try and retrieve some case from some guy. You really couldn't care less.  What you cared about was you and Rumlow had to act like a couple which of course for him meant he could touch you. As you both entered the ballroom you stopped in your tracks. "Not as beautiful as you "Rumlow whispered right in your ear. "It's not the room I'm in awe by " you scowled at him "I think I'm a bit overwhelmed by actually being outside for the first time in 2 years" you hissed storming over to the bar. "Follow her ' the voice from Rumlows hear piece commanded "Y/n stay with Rumlow " your earpiece commanded. You rolled your eyes as you got the barman’s attention. "Tequila double neat please " Rumlow approached you and slid his arm around your waist. "Darling you shouldn't walk off like that" and he kissed your temple. "Look jerk I told you I'm not interested, please leave me alone." You turned your back to him. " Hey," Rumlow shouted grabbing you by the shoulder and turning you to face him. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Hey" a voice shouted from beside you both, "I think the lady said to leave her alone" "Look buddy this has nothing to do with you" Rumlow hissed not even looking at the man. "I think it has everything to do with me," the man said sternly grabbing Rumlow by the shoulder. As Rumlow turned round to knock the man out his face paled and he stopped. "Yes my friend, it has everything to do with me" the man smiled at Rumlow. "Well sir" Rumlow stuttered. "Step down Rumlow,  step away from the target" the earpiece stated. Rumlow nodded at the man and walked off. "You better not fuck this up," your earpiece said. "I said are you okay Miss?"  the target asked again. "I'm sorry just a bit shaken up. Thank you for coming to my rescue though" You smiled at Mr. Gaines. "Are you here with anyone? " Mr. Gaines asked. "I was meant to be " you sighed forcing yourself to tear up. Hoping he wouldn't ask any more questions. "May I buy you a drink Miss?" Gaines said extending his hand. "Chloe" you smiled taking his hand "and that’s the best idea I've heard all night Mr.?" "Micky please " he insisted. "And tonight you are with me, any man would be crazy to stand you up. So no more tears" "No more tears' you promised. After an hour and a few more drinks your earpiece boomed making you jump, you had forgotten all about it. "We need the briefcase Y/l/n." Again you rolled your eyes and took the earpiece out throwing it in your bag. Even though the earpiece was gone you knew there were still eyes. You and Micky spent the next few hours drinking laughing and dancing. Even though it was a mission it was the most fun you had in years. "Well my dear would you like to take this party to a more private area. I have a room upstairs with the most amazing view of the city " he asked. "I would love to" you laughed. When you entered the room you couldn't help but gasp,  the view over the city was amazing. As you stood on the balcony with the wind in your face you closed your eyes. It had been so long since you felt it. Your eyes shot open when you felt a kiss planted on your shoulder "Champagne" The target stated handing you a glass. "Thank you, it really is beautiful " you whispered looking out. "Not as much as you" he complimented. You laughed and said "You really are a charmer. I bet you say that to all the girls." "Only the most beautiful ones" he winked at you. You shyly smiled back but shivered. "Stay right there," he said handing you his glass let me get you a coat." He returned and placed his coat over your shoulders and took his glass back. You thanked him and you both started slipping on your champagne. When he came with two more glasses. You laughed "Trying to get me drunk Mr. Gaines. Your already my Knight in shining armor so I'm already planning on repaying you." You bit your lip and placed your hand on his chest and kissed him. As he deepened the kiss he took both your glasses and set them on the table. "No need in wasting time then" he took your hand and all but dragged you to the bedroom. As you kissed him again you pushed him onto the bed. "Feisty,  I like it " he smirked. As you tried not to be sick you slowly slid your dress off leaving you in your underwear. The Target slid himself up the bed so he was resting on the pillows. You straddled him and started to kiss him again as you kissed his neck he moaned. When you nibbled on his ear no sound came from him. You did it again,  nothing. As you sat up you stared at the sleeping man in front of you "Some men just can't hold their sleeping pills." You laughed to yourself. You then put your earpiece back in and turned it on. When you spoke a lot of different voices started to curse you out. "Okay relax the target is asleep. I slipped him the pill when he was away. Now I'm looking for the briefcase." you barked back. When someone was in the middle of ripping you a new one you found the briefcase in a hidden drawer. "Got it' you confirmed cutting off the voice. "Two men outside the door," the voice said again. You made sure your makeup was smudged you lowered one of the straps on your dress and didn't even bother putting your shoes on. You hid the briefcase under the jacket Gaines had given you and stumbled out the door. "Oops" you giggled and straightened yourself and swayed a bit. When you looked at the two bodyguards you cocked your head and pointed. "Have you two been here the whole time?" But they didn't answer "Shame would have loved to be the filling in that triple-decker. Your boss has my number maybe next time we could all partake. " You winked and stumbled into the elevator. When in the elevator you straightened up but you didn't put the jacket or your shoes on. When you got off Rumlow, He and a few others were waiting for you. "That was a dangerous stunt Y/l/n you pull that shit again ill make sure your under for every mission" "Alright relax here's your stupid case" you sighed shoving it into his chest. "Where the fuck is the toilet?" When someone pointed it out you marched over throwing the coat and shoes also into Rumlows chest. "Hold these" you ordered. "You’re not the boss around here" he called after you. "Yea and you remind us all of it" you shouted back. While in the bathroom you noticed the window. You shimmied out of it. Could you finally make your escape? After 15 mins Rumlow commanded someone go in and when they’d realised you weren't there,  full panic mood was activated. There was one person though who didn't panic and that was Pierce. "It's okay Rumlow consider this part of her training it will help with her stealth.” You managed two days. Then when you were out trying to find food you heard the beginning of those 9 words. "Ready to comply" you stated standing still. "Welcome back little mouse " Pierce grinned.

And so began you your cat-and-mouse chase with Hydra.

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[danmainacc]

FIRST SIGHT

Raph saves you from Meats Sweats and, quite literally, falls head over heels. ( header credit to qoeww ) 

Character: Raphael

Writing - type: One-shot

Warnings: fluff, kidnapping, a little bit of angst ( you know I can’t write without it ), meat sweats wants to eat you

Author’s note: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 I really wanted to wait until tumblr released me from my shadow-ban prison, but alas, I am still here ( 10 support tickets later ). I hope you guys enjoy !! Lemme know what you think. And know that I see every comment, even if I can no longer reply 🥹

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A soft sigh left your lips as you looked out into the sky, the moon’s pale face standing out in front of the navy blue night.

This area of New York was an anomaly. Despite it’s close proximity to NYC, it almost never saw the effects of light pollution, the stars just as visible as they would be in the country.

You found this place not too long ago, about maybe a year or so. You had first moved and you decided to explore, to take your mind off the sudden change.

One thing led to another, and now you’re here more than your own house.

Another sigh managed to slip as you rested your cheek in your palm, the moon’s expression almost mirroring your sadness.

‘This is so stupid.’

You scoffed at yourself, scolding the growing lump in your throat into nonexistence.

‘A year in this stupid town, and not a single friend.’

Some could say that when you tried to make friends, you came off...strong...and loud.

But that’s just how you were raised. That’s how you’ve been your whole life.

Back home...real home...you were a hit.

Your friends liked you, your family liked you, hell, even the people that didn’t like you, liked you.

You were funny, sarcastic, a little clumsy, out-going, happy.

But shit happens.

Jobs run thin, and next thing you know you’re on a one-way flight to the other side of the country, no friends in sight.

You shook yourself out of it as you felt something wet rolling down the apples of your cheeks, the feeling almost foreign.

You placed a hand on your face, pulling it back to see that, yes, you were crying.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disappointment as your cheek returned to your palm, the tears now flowing.

‘Pathetic.’

Sighing, you took out your phone, checking the time to see that it was way past your curfew.

Yet not a single text from Dad.

You groaned, standing up from your spot on the ledge and hooking your ankles onto the nearest gutter, clinging onto it and sliding down like a fire-pole.

When you landed, you came face to face with your usual alley.

Now, you knew it wasn’t the best idea to take a dark alley home every night, but it cut the normal walking time in half. And if you walked fast enough, you could surely be home before anyone noticed you were there.

Letting go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you started on your way, keeping your pace at a power walk.

Though for some reason, the alley seemed different. There was a eerie, almost non-human, feeling to it.

The lights were flickering more than usual, the air was filled with the smell of food, and at times, you could’ve sworn you heard a pig snort.

‘You’re goin’ crazy.’

Just then, you noticed a large shadow that sat not too far in front of you.

It was in the shape of a food truck.

A food truck that wasn’t there two seconds go.

‘Nope.’

Now breaking into a sprint, you tried your best to get past it, seeing as the vehicle was blocking the only exit.

But just as you made it past, something grabbed you by your backpack, harshly pulling you back and holding you up.

“Well, well, well. What ‘ave we got here?” the person creepily smirked, licking his lips.

You couldn’t make out his face in the darkness, but you could make was his overwhelming scent of dirty pig.

“A teenage girl. Nice and plump in all the right places.”

He creepily poked at your hips and stomach, the touch making you retreat into yourself, trying to get away.

“I’d say you’d make a good chili.”

Your heart came to a screeching halt at those words, all the air in the world seeming to disappear.

‘Did he just say...I’d make a good chili?!’

And just as you were about to scream, the man hit you upside the head with the butt of his meat tenderizer.

...

You woke up to see that you were tied up in butcher’s twine, resting on top of a surprisingly large cutting board.

Suddenly, you remembered the words of the man just before you blacked out.

‘I gotta get out of here!’

Lifting your head, you saw him standing next to a very large pot, bringing what looked to be stock to a nice boil.

And not only that, but he was apparently a pig-man-hybrid-thing.

‘Don’t even wanna know.’

Hearing something clink behind you, you realized that the pig man left his knife on the cutting board with you.

You grabbed it, shaving down your ropes until you came loose, and then tucking it into your bomber jacket for save keeping.

Quietly standing up, you tiptoed off the cutting board, taking a step onto the food truck floor, only for it to make the loudest creak the world has ever heard.

“For fuck’s sake!” you groaned, making a run for the door.

“Oh, no you don’t!” the pig man shouted, tossing a butcher’s knife at you.

It landed in the door and stopped you from reaching for the handle, letting him grab you and hoist you up once more, as if you were nothing.

“Whetha you lioke it or not, I’m turning you into chili. And there ain’t nobody around to save ya.”

The realization of your situation finally sunk in.

You were trapped in this pig-man’s food truck of horrors, and were about to be made into a chili for him to eat.

No one knew where you were, or where to find you. And there would probably be no evidence left, since you’d be halfway through his digestive track before morning.

You let out a blood-curdling wail of anguish, shocking the hybrid man.

The wail slowly turned into a sob, no doubt getting the attention of those in nearby apartments.

“Quiet, you!” he shouted, punching you in the face and letting you drop to the floor.

Your head throbbed so hard it was practically audible, and you wanted nothing more in this moment than to be absorbed into the ground and dropped into the safety of your room.

“Now, I gotta get to chopping before this stock boils over,” the pig man smirked.

And just as he was about to grab you, a large, green figure burst through the wall of the truck, knocking the pig-man out the door.

“You stay away from her--.” Raph’s breath hitched as his eyes landed on you, one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen, sitting on the ground.

His heart banged aggressively against his plastron, and despite his cold blood, he felt warm all over.

He couldn’t place his finger on what it was about you. Your hair, your soft eyes, *cough* *cough* your shorts.

But what he knew for sure was that he had to save you.

Yet that rendered him unable to save himself when she tripped over his own feet.

He fell flat on his face, shaking the foundation of the truck.

Now for you....to say you were shocked, would be an understatement.

You just found out today that pig-hybrids and turtle men exist, and one was laying on the floor not too far in front of you.

But he saved you from the creepy guy, so the least you could do was check to see if he was alright.

“Hey,” you chimed, slowly approaching and giving him a soft poke on his shoulder.

“Are you okay? That was a really hard fall.”

Little did you know that the turtle next to you was as giddy as a schoolboy.

You touched him! And not only that, but you talked to him. 

Your voice was so soft and silky, yet firm it its tone. God, he could listen to you talk for hours.

“Hello?” you asked, wondering if he fell unconscious.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, jumping back up and startling you. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I’m a little clumsy.”

He warmly smiled, making something in your stomach flutter.

“It’s alright,” you assured, standing up.

“This might sound cheesy, but I’m kinda here to save you,” he sheepishly explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled back at him, a small chuckle escaping your lips. “That’s great, cause I am in desperate need of saving.”

He chuckled as well, taking a step closer to you and holding out his arms. 

“May I?” he asked politely.

You nodded, him scooping you up in his arms and jumping out the hole he first came in through.

And now that you had time to truly rest, you took the oppurtunity, resting your head on the man’s plastron as you fought to keep your eyes open.

You don’t know why you were trusting this man so easily. There was something about him that just made him so comforting.

As your eyes fluttered shut, Raph had to use all his self-control to keep himself from swooning.

Even asleep, with hair disheveled and a slightly bloody nose, you still looked goregous. 

And the fact that he was able to be so infatuated, so enamored with you from first glance, was startng to scare him.

But scary or no, he had to face the facts:

He fell for you. And hard.

...

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[ghostofskywalker]

can you do 26 from the first list with bucky please?

absolutely, here it is!! this went way longer than i had originally planned, but i hope you enjoy it :)

words: 2,171

summary: When Peter mistakes you and Bucky for a couple, some feelings start to come out. But you were positive that he didn't like you the same way, so you tried to keep your distance. 

Not Lovers

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You were surprised to see Peter Parker in the kitchen of the compound when you stepped in for your morning coffee, Bucky not far behind you. He had an ID card for the compound and would sometimes come by for training sessions or the occasional meeting with Tony, but he wasn’t someone who lived there. “Good morning Peter,” you said as you headed over to the coffee machine to start a pot, grabbing yours and Bucky’s favorite mugs from the cupboard on the way. “What brings you here so early in the morning?”

Bucky made a beeline for the freezer, searching for something to eat. He held up a box of waffles and a loaf of bread, silently asking you which one you’d rather have. You nodded towards the waffles, and barely seconds later he was loading up the toaster and pressing the start button.

Peter just sat and watched the two of you, and it was as if he had forgotten that you had asked him a question. “Earth to Peter,” you said after a few moments, waving your hand in front of his face with a laugh. “Anyone home up there?”

Bucky snorted as Peter snapped back, almost dropping his phone in the process. “Sorry!” he said. “I missed what you said.”

“I asked what brings you to the compound so early on a Saturday?” you said, a smile crossing your face.

“I need your help.” He seemed nervous to ask, for reasons you didn’t understand.

“Sure, I’d be happy to help with something!” you said brightly, trying to calm him a little, because you didn’t know if it was just his “spider senses” or if something was really wrong, but he seemed more on edge than usual. “Unless we have a training session I didn’t know about, then I’m going to need you to tell Tony you never saw me.”

Peter laughed, and it seemed to relax him a little. He took a deep breath before speaking. “I need your help too Mr. Barnes,” he said, and Bucky turned to him with a confused look on his face.

“No.”

You shot a look in Bucky’s direction, raising your eyebrows as Bucky stared back. Him and Sam always teased Peter, and he was just a little to trusting sometimes when it came to the things they said to him. “What that idiot over there means is that he’d love to help you,” you said, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t be able to say no to you.

“Okay,” was Peter’s response, and he still looked unsure of himself. “Do you mind if i observe you guys for a day? I have to write a romantic scene for my creative writing class and I need some inspiration.”

Whatever you expecting him to ask, it wasn’t that. You were silent for a second as you tried to think of a response. Was this some kind of joke that Sam put him up to? “Um, that’s fine,” you said, confusion showing on your face. “But we’re not dating.”

Peter was clearly not expecting you to say that, and now he didn’t know what to say either. Eventually, he timidly broke the silence. “You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…Are you sure?”

Now this was really confusing. “At least as far as I’m aware,” you said, shaking your head. This had to be some kind of setup, you thought, and you decided to try and figure out what was going on. “Why did you think we were together?”

“Did Wilson tell you to ask us that?” Bucky cut into the conversation. He looked just as confused as you did, so that was some comfort at least. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have liked to be dating Bucky, but it was just surprising to hear someone mistake you for lovers (it had happened before, but always in places like restaurants and grocery stores, not by someone you knew).

Peter’s face paled, and he shook his head. “N-No,” he said. “I just always see you two together, so I thought that you were dating. I didn’t know, I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay Peter, don’t worry,” you said. “But I’m afraid we probably won’t be much help for your assignment.”

“It’s fine,” he said, clearly growing uncomfortable with the awkward situation he had just caused. “I’ll just figure something out, watch a rom-com or something.” Thankfully, FRIDAY came over the intercom to tell Peter that Tony had been looking for him, and he was able to quickly make his exit with a last-ditch apology.

Right as he left the room, the coffee finished brewing and the waffles popped up from the toaster, so you were able to distract from what had just happened. Breakfast was silent as the two of you sat there, clearly shocked and unsure what to say. Eventually, you decided to break the crushing silence. “That was weird.”

Bucky nodded. “That’s for sure,” he said. “I still think Wilson or Stark put him up to it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you saw how he was shaking when we walked in, that had to be either Sam or Tony.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you said. The conversation fizzled out and you went back to your coffee, but you almost felt sad at his response. You liked being friends with Bucky, and he was without a doubt the person you were closest to in the compound, but the fact that he didn’t even seem to consider you as relationship material hurt, more than you would like to admit.

***

Days later, you still couldn’t get that strange morning out of your head. Did Bucky really only see you as a friend? He seemed completely convinced that this was all some kind of elaborate joke, and it stung. When you had been mistaken for lovers in the past, he would just politely tell whoever had asked that you were together and then laughed with you about it, but you didn’t want to laugh about this. The truth was that you had fallen for him, and you knew it was stupid to care like this, because he had not once ever made it seem like he was interested, but you couldn’t help it.

You started to avoid him, and you didn’t even realize you were doing it until Wanda asked if you two were fighting. You looked at her like she had three heads, and she explained that she usually always saw you and Bucky together no matter what time of day it was, but lately you had been spending more time by yourself. You told her that everything was fine between you and it was just a product of your busy schedule, but she didn’t seem to believe you, though she thankfully let the subject of conversation drop.

You didn’t even think Bucky had noticed that you hadn’t spent as much time together, but he quickly proved that belief wrong when he showed up at your bedroom door in the middle of the afternoon one day. He had invited you to watch a movie with him (something you did all the time), but you weren’t quick enough to hide the flash of pain that crossed your face at the thought of spending three hours sitting next to him and having to come to terms with your unrequited attraction. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, worry flooding his face. “If I did-”

But before he could finish his sentence, you shook your head. “No Bucky,” you said. “I’ve just haven’t been myself lately, and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said gently, reaching down to take your hand. “I just can’t believe I didn’t notice you were going through something.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. It’s not like you ever notice me the way I want you to, you thought.

“The way you want me to?” His words felt like a slap in the face, and you quickly realized that you hadn’t actually kept that last sentiment to yourself like you wanted to. “Y/N, what did you mean by that?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Like I said, I just haven’t been-”

Now it was his turn to cut you off. “I don’t want you to lie to me,” he said, a pleading look on his face. “And I can tell that I probably have something to do with the way you’ve closed yourself off recently, so please, can you just tell me what’s wrong?”

You felt like you would rather be anywhere else in the world but here at this moment, and you took a deep breath before responding. “When Peter mistook us for a couple, you brushed it off like it was nothing, and then you were convinced it was nothing but a practical joke played on us by Sam or Tony,” you said. “Do you really not even see me as even an option for romance, so much so that you can’t believe we might look like a couple to someone like Peter, who doesn’t spend much time here and doesn’t know us that well?”

He stood there in silence after you finished speaking, but it didn’t matter. Your question had clearly already been answered, it was just the one you didn’t want to think about. “Y/N-” he started to say, but you shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it Bucky, you don’t have to lie to protect my feelings.” You turned back away from the door, pulling your hand out of his grip as you did so.

Or at least, you tried to pull your hand out of his grip. But Bucky was a lot stronger than you were, and he pulled you back to face him, so close that you were standing just inches apart from each other. “Y/N what I wanted to say before you cut me off was that I said what I did in order to try and hide the fact that I’m head over heels in love with you.” He saw you start to open your mouth to respond and quickly placed a finger over your lips. “And I know you probably think is me lying to you, but please just hear me out, okay? You’re not only the nicest person I’ve ever met, but you’re also one of the only people to treat me as a person when I first arrived her, and you were never afraid of me, even when I was still afraid of myself. It was the easiest thing in the world to fall for you, and I’ve tried so hard to hide it because I didn’t think you needed to deal with me and all my baggage, but I’ve hurt you, and I never wanted that to happen.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It almost felt like a dream, but the way Bucky was looking at you and the way he was holding you close to him was real, and you could barely believe it. “Bucky-” you started to say after he pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he said, looking down at the floor. “I never meant for this to happen, and-”

“Bucky,” you repeated, slightly louder this time.

His eyes met yours. “What?”

“Can I kiss you?” That was not what you had intended to say, but it was too late now to change anything.

A smile broke through his face. “I think I’m the one who’s supposed to ask you that.”

“Well, you were taking too long, so I had to take matters into my own hands,” you said playfully.

“Oh really?” was his response, before he leaned in to place his lips on yours. Everything you had planned to say in response disappeared into thin air as he kissed you, and his hands found your waist almost instantly. You melted into the kiss, not caring for one moment that you were still standing the hallway where anyone could see you.

But maybe you should have cared, or at least moved into your room, because a voice interrupted you just moments later. “Y/N? Bucky? OH MY-”

The two of you broke apart to see Peter Parker standing in the hallway, his face growing pink as he realized what he had just walked by to see. You had an apologetic look on your face, but Bucky didn’t seem as bothered. “Go away Parker,” he said, his voice lower than usual.

Peter didn’t have to be told twice, and soon you were alone once again. “Guess he’ll have something for his creative writing class after all,” you said with a laugh.

“We’ll just have to hope he doesn’t run back and tell Sam,” Bucky said, leaning in to kiss you again. “Because then we’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Do you want to call him back and tell him to keep it a secret for a while?”

Bucky paused for a moment, then shook his head. “Not really,” he said. “I just want to kiss you again.”

You smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

- the end -

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[lonesome-witching]

The World May Be Ending

@allnewtpir asked for season 4 with established ronance and I tried to deliver. This might be a bit shorter than I wanted it to be but this is just something to tide you guys over until I have time to write longer stuff.

You can still send me prompts even if it's taking longer to finish them. Or you can read previous prompts.

Robin hated herself for not being with Nancy when Fred died. Of course she couldn’t have known, but she should have been there. After everything that had happened last summer they promised each other to never part ways. But then peace returned and real life picked up again and stuff got in the way. 

Despite Robin’s interest in the school’s newspaper and especially the new editor, she couldn’t focus on the dreadful Hawkins news for long enough. And Nancy might have loved watching movies with Robin every Saturday night, it didn’t mean she wanted a job in Family Video. So, they had their time apart and it had been fine. Until Nancy found Fred Benson laying on the pavement, broken bones and all. 

The second Robin had seen Nancy’s grief stricken face, she had felt her heart break. And she had hated herself for not being there. So, she was not about to let Nancy wander off alone. 

“Nance, where are you going?” Robin shouted, walking over to her girlfriend. Steve was frowning behind her. 

“There is just something I want to check on first.” She pointed at her car. “I don’t want to waste your time, it’s a real shot in the dark.” 

“You want to leave? Alone?” 

“It’s really not a big deal,” Nancy sighed, her eyes looking anywhere but at her girlfriend.

“Okay, no. Steve’s got the kids, right? I’ll go with you.” Robin was already closing the distance between them.

“Hey, we’re not kids,” Dustin protested. 

Robin just grinned before turning around and walking towards Nancy’s car. 

—-

“Elvis cloned by aliens,” Nancy sighed. 

“You never know,” Robin replied softly. She noticed the way Nancy’s muscles were tensed up, the way there was a permanent frown on her face, the way she paced the room. “You know I’m taking this seriously, right?”

Nancy turned around, walking away. 

“And you know you can talk to me, right?” Robin added, the article in front of her forgotten. She got up from her seat, following her girlfriend’s previous movements and walking towards the girl’s back. “The world may be ending or some shit but I’m still here to hold your hand. I’ll always be here, Nance.” Hesitantly she placed her hands on Nancy’s shoulders, instantly feeling the girl lean into the touch. 

“I wouldn’t know what to say.” 

Robin’s hand slid down Nancy’s arms, softly touching the girl’s fingers before snaking her arms around Nancy’s waist and pulling her closer. 

“You don’t have to say anything at all. Just know that I’m here if you do want to talk. I might be excellent at rambling but I’m also a decent listener.” 

Nancy’s hands went to cover her own. “Thank you for being here.” 

“I’m always going to be here, Nance. You’re not going to get rid of me anymore.” 

—-

“Nancy, please tell me you were kidding.” Robin grimaced at the outfit that now lay on Nancy’s comforter. 

“I’m sorry, Robin. You’re gonna have to put my clothes on.” Nancy was smiling as she dove back into her closet to pick out something for herself. 

Robin groaned as she hesitantly picked up the pink blouse. She allowed her fingers to feel the fabric and groaned again. It wasn’t that she disliked the blouse, she was sure Nancy would look adorable in it, but she didn’t want to wear it herself. 

She turned around to complain once again just to see Nancy pull her shirt off. Robin’s eyes took in Nancy’s pale skin. The black straps of her bra created a stark contrast. 

“I’m not wearing a bra.” The realization dawned on her as she stared at the clasp of Nancy’s underwear. 

Nancy turned around, her shirt still in hand, her chest barely covered, and Robin briefly wished Nancy hadn’t been wearing a bra. Even with the garment on Robin could recollect what Nancy’s breasts looked like but right now it was barely enough. 

“What?” Nancy asked, a distant expression on her face. 

“I’m not wearing a bra and the blouse you gave me… well, I don’t think it’ll leave much to the imagination.” 

Nancy hummed, taking a step toward Robin. “You’re not wearing a bra?” She shook her head as if ridding herself of a troubling thought. 

“No.” 

Nancy straddled Robin’s lap. “You’ll have to wear one of mine then.” 

Robin simply hummed, not fully registering the words as Nancy leaned in to peck her lips. Robin sighed softly as their lips connected. The blouse slipped through her fingers as her hands found something much better to hold. 

She was already reaching for the clasp of Nancy’s bra when the girl pulled back. “I have a white one that might just fit.” 

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic #ficlet

[shadowphatom22]

Walker and his adopted half son Chapter 1

Again I am sorry that the first chapter got delated :(

Hello everyone, I hope you are having a fantastic day today I am super happy to say that the first chapter of my story that I have written is done and it is my first one I am super excited yet nervous!  

*IMPORTANT TO READ DO NOT SKIP IF YOU DO THEN SHAME ON YOU*

Naturally I do not own Danny Phantom which belongs to Butch Hartman. (Note if you have not seen the show I Highly recommend you see it before reading this if you are a newbie or you will not fully understand).

I was given the OK from @five-rivers​ to use this AU and turned it into the story that I am posting and I hope you all like it.

Lastly, I have been using different stores as my teacher, and I do not know all of them, I want to give a big shot out to you guys because without this story might not even happen. one of the authors is @halfghostwriter​, and there are so many more on here, fanfation.net, AO3, in other words, thank you.

I would love feedback however, I will not be happy if there is rude comments, I believe in you guys!

Rate T - M (Have not fully decided on the rate yet)

Now let’s start this story, shall we?

Walker and his adopted halfa son  

Chapter 1) Danny having ghost problem again?

No point of View

When ghosts are born there are different types, true ghosts are born in the ghost zone, then there is the undead ghost, which is after the life of a human is done and come to the ghost zone they are called an undead ghost. During this time both types of ghosts take months to stabilize and start forming, and they start as blobs with different lengths of tails and different shades of green depending on how evil or good they are dark being evil and cruel light green being good, and kind however the action of an infant ghost can affect the color of their skin, in other words, if they did something bad, then their skin slowly turns darker green and it works both ways too and for their eyes are the color of their core, and when they start growing into whatever form they see fit or who they look up to.

Unfortunately, that can be slightly hard for Danny however he does not know about this and it is a bit of a learning moment when it happens, luckily his not going through it alone, he has Sam, and tucker who have been there right from the start and helping him physically, and his sister Jazz who found out due to help of the psych bitch and her henchman, since then she has been helping him mentally, which is a good thing because his human has physically grown normally however mentally it some time goes on the same level as his ghost form, and it has slowly been happening more and more often, which of course is showing a red flag between Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, unfortunately, they don’t know what to do and they just think it is a ghost thing given that Danny is half ghost and half-human, so ghost habits and behaviors is a whole new thing for the four them, not to mention trying to make sure Danny, and Jazz’s parents do not find out, along with keeping the crazy fruiteloop away from them, and along with going to school so it can be really packed when redom ghost pop up out of the blue and like to give them hell and destore places, ever sense he got his powers.

One day Danny is in the ghost zone exploring the zone and trying to make a map because getting lost is not fun he looks at the time on his watch, reads the time of 8:00 pm, and decided to head home so he does not miss his 10:00 pm curfew. On his way to the portal to home, he spots Walker’s goons, and the best course of action is to void them because he is tried and he needs food, along with doing his homework for school Danny went in a different way, that leads to the portal while voiding walker’s goons naturally it falls and they spotted him, and start attacking him to bring him in while Danny keeps putting up shield after shield, something happens to Danny that both of Walker’s goons paled and become speechless.

See what happens next!

???? Goon 1: YOU’RE A BABY????

???? Goon 2: ……….. ( still in shock)

Danny: …… (looks confused while trying to look mad)

#danny phantom

[mxmentos]

rewrite the stars.

character(s) ; mona x gn!reader genre ; star-crossed lovers word count ; 1007 cw/tw ; very annoyed mona, not proofread (when is it ever) a/n ; told yall ill make y/n the good guy this time <3 i wrote this in a rush, you can tell by the ending 💀💀 sorry for the lack of content- and yes, the old hag is mona's mother in this au lol

“are you out of your mind?!”

your grip on mona’s arm loosened, but your fingers remained firm and made sure she couldn’t escape. you weren’t done with this woman just yet. mona’s pale green eyes flashed at yours with anger, grunts escaping her parted lips as she tried to free herself from your grip. 

“[name], i demand you to release me at once! do you know who i am? i’m the daughter of the most praised astrologer in the entirety of teyva-”

“will you quiet down, star-lady? i’m trying to get us out of here.”

“star-lady?! i will not let myself be disgraced with such preposterous nicknames. release me at onc-”

you placed your free-hand over mona’s lips, muffling her strained voice from escaping into the woods. “you’ve been hanging out with fischl a bit too much, haven’t you?” you whispered, listening keenly to make sure the two of you were alone.

“no sign of the old hag’s guards here, mona. there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“that’s not who i’m afraid of,” mumbled mona. you removed your hand from her lips, finally letting go of her arm. mona was extremely upset with you. she knew you were an idiot, but she never would’ve imagined you do this sort of thing. her cheeks flushed with rage as she began to unleash all her anger on you.

“what. were. you. thinking? grabbing my hand as i was plucking berries in the royal garden, and running at full-speed! did you not take a pause and think about the possibility of my master, who was admiring the stars in the balcony, taking a glance below and seeing me carried off to the woods by some lunatic i fell in love with? and how would you consider…”

mona continued along with her rant, but you weren’t really listening to what mona was saying. she stood before you, her deep violet hair illuminated by the moonlight alone. arms crossed, she strutted back and forth, angrily rambling about how careless you were. you admired everything about her; the quick movements she made with her fingers, the way her ponytails swayed along as she strutted back and forth… oh, you were so in love with the woman in front of you.

“...we could’ve been in so much trouble. are you even listening to me?”

you let out a soft chuckle, which made mona’s cheeks burn even more. she didn’t know if she was angry at you or happy to see both of you together in the forest, free from both of your families, and ready to burn the woods with your desires. but alas, she knew that wouldn’t happen; there were too many faults in the stars to ignore.

“[name], don’t you understand? i can’t go back… because of you! and now i’m stuck with you and i don’t have anywhere else to go… just the thought of me waking up to see your ugly face in the morning makes me sick-”

“mona… we both know that you wanted it.”

mona's pupils dilated at the sound of that. “wanted… what?” mona shot a puzzled look at you, but you knew her true intentions. she wasn’t ready to talk about the subject of you and her being together. the both of you were deeply in love the moment the delicate thread of your fate interlocked with hers, tying a beautiful knot. but the both of you knew that unless you did something about it, that knot will slowly fall apart, and the threads that once held each other would finally let go.

“you wanted to be free. to be free and roam across the woods. so what if we cause a forest fire? at least the forests would burn from the desires in our hearts. my longing to be with you grows by the day, and im sure that in the depths of your delicate heart, you have that same longing. mona, the universe has destined our relationship.”

mona bit her lip; as much as she wanted to believe you, she just couldn’t. she could never forget the fine morning when she decided to dive into the depths of the stars, wanting to see the path of destiny laid out for you and her. saying that the path was not charted the way she expected it to would be a bit of an understatement.

“[name], our story is inscribed in the stars, the universe only guides us to the path foretold.”

you let out a deep sigh; unlike mona, you didn’t believe in astronomy. how would you let a few specs in the sky determine your fate? it sounded extremely unrealistic, but you made sure not to mention it to mona. 

“listen, [name], as much as i want to be with you, there is simply no reality in which we would have a happy ending. you know how much the megistus family despises you and your family. besides, the stars don’t paint a pretty picture of us in the sky. i think that it’s… better if we stayed apart.”

no. that wasn’t true, and you both knew it.

you wanted to be with her, even though it would all end up in flames. there’s not a second that went by without you thinking about her. your heart was aching from the distance between you and mona, you couldn’t be separated from her any longer. and you knew that deep down, she felt the same. 

“don’t you get it, [name]? the stars have been inscribed with our fates. must you continue with your pointless convincing?”

mona looked at you with starry eyes, a tear trickling down her cheek. she wanted to believe you, she really did, but the stars said otherwise. you gently cupped her cheeks, causing her cheeks to flush. as you stared more into her eyes, you could see endless galaxies spanning across, hiding the truth of the universe. 

“...why do you keep fighting for a future you know we can’t cherish?”

“because if the stars were truly written, then we can rewrite it.”

fic by @/mxmentos on tumblr. do not repost this fic without my permission.

#꒰🍷꒱┊❝ mo's fics. ❞ #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #mona x y/n #mona x you #mona megistus #mona x reader #genshin mona #gn!reader

[amostfoolishgold]

Lazuli doesn't carry weapons. Any time she's asked, she has an excuse ready to go. Fighting isn't allowed on the faction isles, she can't aim to save her life, a sword would ruin this outfit, isn't that what I keep you around for darling? But this is the truth of the matter:

The man says something. Lazuli barely even hears the actual words. Something about the points of her ears and her mother maybe. What she hears is the derision lacing it. She doesn't even really register what she's doing until he's pinned to the wall by her hand at his neck. She flexes her hand, makes sure he feels the press of claws. He goes gratifyingly pale when he tries to push away from the wall and finds her grip unyielding.

"I am going to give you one chance to reconsider that statement or, well, it has been a while since I last ate properly."

She could lure him. Coat her words in siren magic and force him to agree, but that's hardly effective long term and (more importantly) she doesn't want this to be easy for him. He nods quite frantically.

"I didn't mean- it was stupid, a stupid joke it won't- it won't happen again I swear!"

Lazuli smiles, a shark's smile with all those sharp teeth on display.

"Good lad. See that it doesn't."

She loosens the grip on his neck. Before he can really move, she slashes her other hand across his stomach. Not deep, he'll be fine as long as the doctors here are half decent, but he still screams and there's still a satisfying spray of blood. There's a handful of startled sounds around the tavern and the distinct sound of many hands reaching for various weapons. Lazuli pokes the man with her foot where he's crumpled over to clutch at his stomach.

"Call that a reminder."

She peers at the embroidery on his coat and the emblem pinned to it.

"Any Kestrels want to make sure your guy here doesn't bleed out?"

There's a moment of absolute stillness before a pair of Kestrels begrudgingly abandon their drinks and drag the guy to his feet. Lazuli gives them her most charming smile and layers just the tiniest bit of magic into her voice. Just enough to smooth some feathers.

"Thanks, he should be fine, just get him to a doctor."

She turns back to the table she had been perfectly happy sitting at and gives her companions an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that, what were we talking about?"

She licks the blood off her hand while being openly stared at, and she really might have to reconsider the whole not killing humans anymore thing because wow she'd forgotten how they taste.

"...can't you get kicked out for fighting on the faction isles?"

Finneas looks a little green as he speaks. Lazuli shrugs.

"I'd hardly call that a fight." That earns her a little chirp of a laugh from Neb, but a Look from Joanna. "Besides, I'd like to see them try and get rid of me. I've got some bad news for them if they try and make me walk the plank." She pauses. "And if I can't talk myself out from in front of a gun then frankly I deserve to get shot. Anyway! Jo, you said something about meteors?"

Joanna's face does something complicated, but eventually settles into a flush and she sighs.

"Alright, so-"

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Blatantly yoinking ocs for this one lmao. Joanna belongs to @pacificwaternymph, Neb to @solsearchingnights, and Finneas to @finnified (unnamed bastard also belongs to finn because I was picturing Dante, I just couldn't really figure out a way to. State that that's who he is lmao)

I do have uh. Nicer snippets partially written but I realised I hadn't given Lazuli a weapon and then the image of her ripping some guys throat out with her teeth wouldn't leave me alone but I figured that was a bit much for a chill night out y'know?

#my writing #lazuli the heron #joanna the nightingale #finneas the kite #drake the kestrel #piratesona #pirates smp #scurvyblr

[hekateinhell]

Vamptember, Day 14

Armand/Daniel | Rating: M | Prompt: Free Day | Word Count: 1470?

Human AU: Daniel’s a barista, Armand’s one of his regulars (who just happens to be blind). Not a coffee shop AU, we just start there. Eventually it’ll be a one-shot on ao3 (I think), as with most things that get away from me.

“Okay, so like, watch that the steam doesn’t get you,” Jesse’s showing him around, acting like Daniel’s never worked in a coffee shop before. As if they hadn’t worked together at Starbucks in their old hometown before Jesse moved to San Fran for school, and Daniel followed a year later. She got him the gig here at Fancy A Bite?, a kitsch vampire-themed café about a 10 minutes walk from campus.

“I’ll try,” he promised, shooting her a wink that negated his whole statement. “So when do I begin?”

"Right now," she tossed a black apron at him. "Put this on and fetch a Blood Berry Scone for the kid in the corner, toasted. I think he also asked for a Deadly Dark latte, but you can double-check.”

“Don’t know what that is, but sure, boss,” Daniel mumbled, tying back the apron, reaching for the tongs.

The first thing Daniel noticed was his hair. Long and curly, kind-of-red, kind-of-not, falling to his upper back, tied off loosely with a black scrunchie, curls escaping every which way. Hard to say because he was sitting, but he just looked small, in height and stature.

Beep, beep, beep!

Daniel plopped the warm scone on a plate and made his way over.

Pale too, like he’d never seen the sun a day in his life, the tiny scattering of freckles across his face standing out directly in contrast.

Guess he’s in the right place, for a vampire.

“Here you go!”

Set the plate down with a flourish, and that’s when the boy looked up, and Daniel really took him in.

His lips were curved into an anticipatory smile, full and plump with a dimple on either side, just how Daniel liked them. There was softness to his cheeks, the baby fat that hadn’t fully melted away yet, and it lent a particular androgyny to his overall features.

And his eyes! Almost large enough to be out of proportion with the rest of his face, lashes heavy and dark, and the eyes themselves… cloudy? A milky white film layered over a deep, dark brown that Daniel could still sort of see.

He'd just about pieced it together, but he scanned around, looking for the object he thought would confirm his hypothesis—and he found it, leaning against the wall and to the side—when…

"You're staring at me," a quiet murmur, eyes gazing in Daniel's overall direction but not focused on him. Of course not. "I can feel it." His smile dimmed slightly, and Daniel bit his lip, feeling himself flush.

Hadn't meant to stare, make him self-conscious.

“Sorry... I, uh,” he stuttered over his words like he’d never talked to a cute guy in his life, and the embarrassment of the moment sure didn’t help.

“It’s okay,” the boy started tearing into the scone, breaking off little pieces, the sticky berry juice leaking onto his fingers. “People stare at me a lot.” He sounded subdued, sullen.

Daniel was about to make some stupidly cheesy, possibly-insensitive, flirtatious remark in the vein of, “Only because you’re so beautiful,” when a berry-stained finger popped into that mouth and slowly sucked the juice off.

Hollowing his cheeks, darkening his naturally pink lips.

Daniel’s a nineteen-year-old gay man. The effect on his body was immediate and obvious—evident to anyone who wasn't completely blind, that is.

Alright, get it together, Molloy. You’re not a fucking virgin, about to blow a load in your pants. Okay? Okay.

He tried to start over. “I’m sorry about all that. I, uh, wasn’t staring because you’re blind. Honest, it was the last thing I noticed.”

The boy arched an eyebrow, but his dimples deepened again, and that was enough encouragement for Daniel to continue. "I'm new! Today's my first day. Name's Daniel, but you can call me Danny if you want. Can I get you anything else? On the house.” Jesse’s gonna kick his ass, on the house-ing not 5 minutes into his first shift.

“I’m good, thanks… Danny.” He’d made a mess of that scone on the plate, intentionally. Weird to see someone in California actually enjoy their food.

It was hot.

“What’s your name?”

“Oh,” the boy looked down, so a few rouge curls tumbled around to frame his face. “I’m Armand. You can call me Armand.”

–

Armand always sat at the same spot in the corner, always by himself. He’d have a scone, whatever the special of the day was. Sometimes a latte, sometimes not.

Daniel brought him free samples to try, now that their seasonal mixes were in, even though they didn’t give out free samples.

Jesse sighed and gestured to the register, “That’s $2.50 from you, Romeo.”

They made small talk.

Daniel shared that he's originally from Chicago. He's a journalism major. He and Jesse aren’t together. Armand was more superficial, told him about the latest audiobook he’s listening to (In One Person, John Irving). A band he'd discovered (The Marionettes). He's seventeen, almost eighteen (his birthday was November 11).

At some point, Daniel began lingering longer, taking a seat across from him if there were no other customers (and there usually weren't at this time of day), and his barista duties had been taken care of (Jesse had a thought or two but she's letting him coast for now; it's sweet).

Armand gestured a lot when he spoke, when he was excited, his accent coming out. Daniel supposed it might be Slavic, but he couldn’t pinpoint it and Armand circumvented the question. “Everywhere and nowhere at once,” was his non-answer.

–

Three weeks of this and Daniel's so wound up that he's having to jack off in the shower every morning like a fourteen-year-old living in his dad’s house all over again. 

Maybe Armand was just happy to have someone to talk to, that was always a possibility. The thought shouldn't have dampened Daniel's spirits as much as it did. Still, he told himself he'd give himself a deadline—Halloween—and if Armand didn't give him an indication, a clue, Daniel was going to suck it up and make a move. 

He made sure to wear the same cologne every day so that Armand had something to associate with him besides his voice.

–

Armand’s looking right at Daniel. He blinked rapidly and often, Daniel had noticed, more so than most sighted people's especially when he was talking.

Lacked the ability to pick up on social cues that told him what was “too often.” Or so he said. “I don’t mean to weird you out… I try, I do! But I can’t control it, obviously,” he’d mumbled, with the edge of what Daniel imagined was an old hurt bleeding into his voice.

What did it matter? What was too much, really? “You’ll have to try a lot harder to weird me out!” had been Daniel’s response, light-hearted and teasing, even as a new, peculiar protective feeling rose in his chest.

“Danny?”

Armand finished his scone of the day (Death by Chocolate), cleaned his hands with a wet wipe. A single missed crumb stuck in the corner of his mouth and how Daniel longed to reach out and place his thumb there instead.

Instead, he gave himself a quick shake and chugged his cold brew until the ice cubes hit his teeth. Earth to Mr. Molloy, if you please.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

Armand fiddled with his napkin now; he liked to have something in his hands. Daniel couldn't tell if it was a comfort thing, a sensory thing, or what exactly. He always tidied up before he left though, neatly sweeping everything into one hand and dumping it on the empty plate.

It wasn’t like Daniel noticed Armand’s little habits, oh no.

“What do you look like?”

Daniel laughed, not sure how to answer that one. “Just some guy, I guess,” he replied, cringing when he realized how unhelpful that was.

It felt odd to ask, but he did anyway, “Do you know what colors look like?” Because he had no idea how long Armand had been blind—if he had been born that way. If there had been an accident. 

Something unfavorable passed over Armand's face for a moment, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he nodded, hair free and bouncing against his shoulders today.

Daniel had the unrelenting, single-minded urge to pull one straight just to watch it spring back into its loose curl pattern. Boing!

Fuck, focus. 

“Yeah, I mean, that’s good!” Wow….

Maybe Armand picked up on his anxiety, or perhaps he just found him entertaining, if nothing else, but he started fucking giggling. Daniel stared, not offended as much as caught off guard. He'd never heard Armand laugh before. Add it to the list of firsts—because he had a list.

Fuck Halloween. Daniel was going to do this now.

#when i need a break from vampire angst i write AUs #i have too many #they’re angsty in different ways but this will just be wholesome because i’m tender too #if you see sentences directly taken out of my other fics no you don’t #vc #vamptember #prompts

[llycaons]

ep49 (1/3): a shocking numbers of fans watched this scene where jgy cried a lot and fully swallowed his excuses. guys. guys.

oh wwx is annoyed as hell that jgy is dodging responsibility for everything he's done when he, wwx, never once denied his actions and bore the full weight of them and then some

more evidence for my 'jgy actively encourages lxc's crush even though he has no intention of ever reciprocating because it grants him power over him' hc!!!!!

oh jeex lxc looks like shit. I mean I guess he's had a rough couple of days. look at those eyes bags

lxc: I'm not your sworn brother anymore. jgy (realizing he's losing his grip on lxc): NOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭

okay to be fair I'm sure there is some genuine grief for losing the friendship and camaraderie of the one person who has always vouched for him, saved his life, supported him, etc. lxc was a wonderful friend and a powerful, steadfast ally. wasted on jgy!

you can practically see the forehead vein popping here. I don't think an lxc who fully understands jgy would ever love him. if xiyao is happening in some fic, either jgy is lying or someone's being mischaracterized. not that social factors didn't play a role in the things jgy did, but if you ignore his sadistic and vengeful nature, his willingness to murder innocent people, his unrepentant manipulation and deceptive nature, you're losing a lot of his character. for him to be someone who doesn't hurt others, he'd have to be someone guaranteed safety and respect and a position from birth. but that's so antithetical to his role in canon it wouldn't be the same person anyway

huh. why hasn't jgy tried to harras lwj more? I guess he got what he wanted and beyond lwj sealing himself, there's not much a reaction jgy can provoke

WELL. pretty clear choices here. jgy you could have packed up and fled the country before trying to kill a bunch of people and kidnapping children

lxc: why were you so cruel and murderous??? dude?? jgy: I HAD NO CHOICE BRO 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you believe me right??? would it help if I did this 😭😭😭😭

compared to wwx's impassioned, rational, fair defenses of himself and the people he was trying to protect, this is so pathetic. wwx never denied what he did, never dodged responsibility. when he said he had no other choices, it was in defense of innocent people at risk of political persecution and mass murder, not in defense of killing people to maintain his own position, he apologized for the death of jxz and suffered his own death in retribution for even the best things he did

YOU COULD HAVE LEFT!!!! or idk, face up to the consequences of your actions

I am so so sorry to bring the marvel 'cinematic' universe into our beautiful liveblog today but this shot just screamed "Tony, you CHOSE to do that' to me

of course he ~nobly~ doesn't deny it ONCE IT'S ALREADY COME TO LIGHT. but he denied up until the breaking point because he's a slippery eel and it's impossible to get him to face any consequences for his actions!!! if I was lxc I would be exasperated to death too

NEAT FRAMING

ohhh this flashback is so skin-crawling. I really love how deathly pale the robes and jgy's face are. the red of the wedding robes and the decorations are so ominous and omnipresent, like something horrifying about to happen, like something inescapable. the music really adds to the eeriness of the scene

it always hurt so bad that qs was so excited for her wedding night. she was happy! she liked jgy a lot and always respected him and his mother! she was a good and kind and innocent person and she had no IDEA god I feel sick I hate him so much

jgy really never spared a single thought to qs's well-being. it was all about him, and his horror, and his choices, and his position, and the injustices enacted on him. self-centered to the very end. of course he didn't think he had a choice. he would never choose against his own self-interest no matter how many people he hurt. god, qin su should have lived. her suicide was such bullshit

oh my god SUCH bullshit. 'uwu but I worked so hard!' okay yeah I get it's a precarious political situation and the issue isn't even your fault but DUDE. you're placing your own power and ambition higher in importance than this woman's entire life. and you MUST have known you would have murdered any child you two had.

pretty sucky situation all around. shocking idea though. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD QIN SU

jgy truly goes through life as if it was a me-or-them battle for survival in every single situation. in his mind, whoever bore the burden here would be the one destroyed, and he never would choose his own destruction. and it does make sense based on his environment and upbringing. god, he's such a good villain. none of this at all excuses his actions ofc, but it's an extremely compelling and powerful motivator for a villain hell-bent on surviving, viewing every situation as battle to the death, and fully buying into being viewed as the victim of every scenario

another contrast to wwx! wwx hates being seen as someone who was hurt. he dislikes being viewed as weak or vulnerable in any way by his enemies (and often his allies), and the way he wins battle and arguments is though either his power or his own honesty. for someone who omits key information and lowkey manipulates many of his loved ones, his straightforward arguments are more often than not the complete truth

in case we needed a reminder of his active sadism at work. who gaf about his dad but those poor women were treated as murder weapons and then mass murdered themselves

oh I do not like this slap scene, and I'm glad lxc is horrified by it as well. the exposure of jgy's crimes has never retroactively justified the classism and oppression he fought against, nor does it grant permission to his social superiors to treat him like they're inherently better than him, such as with this slap

#cql re-rewatch #not to brag but this one is juicy

[ninebluehearts]

This is part 2 to the hc an anon sent in!

Warnings: Suggestive content and mentions of vomit

Taglist: @hot-mess-express1 @roserfz27 @daddysfavoritesexkitten

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The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache and a slight burning along the back of your throat. You kinda remember waking up in the middle of the night to puke your guts out, but like any other event from last night, it was hazy.

You rolled onto your side and groaned, slowly blinking your eyes open. To your surprise, the curtains were closed, but your lamp was on, a thin scarf draped over top of it to dim the light. There was also a glass of water and two aspirin on your night stand.

Marc must've put them there before he left. You thought, making a mental note to buy him a fruit basket or whatever people did to show gratitude. You slowly sat up and took the pills, drinking all of the water before getting up to use the bathroom.

Though when you opened your door, the smell of coffee and bacon hit you like a brick wall. You went to the bathroom then slowly walked into the kitchen. And then you saw him; Marc standing at the stove with a spatula in hand, thankfully, fully dressed.

"Marc? What are you doing here?" You asked as you walked over and sat on the counter next to wear he was standing.

"Hey you. I came back to make some breakfast. Figured you'd be hungry." He grabbed a mug from behind you and handed it to you. It was coffee, just the way you liked it.

"You were right." You took a long sip from your coffee, relishing in the warm wave that washed over you.

Marc let out a snort. "Always am."

You playfully smacked his shoulder.

"Ow! Hey! I'm just joking.. Mostly." He flinched back when you raised your arm again, both of you breaking out into a fit of laughter.

"Anyways," You slid off of the counter and rested your chin on his shoulder, something he told you he hated but secretly loved. "Refresh my memory of last night. The last thing I remember was that guy in the Mike Wazowski costume doing shots with the bartender."

Marc grinned, still amused by the man in the costume. "Well, not much happened after that. Nothing you need to worry about, anyways."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Marc simply shrugged, turning off the burner and sliding eggs and bacon onto two plates. "Come eat." He said, grabbing both plates and setting them onto the dinning room table.

You slid off of the counter and followed him over to the table. "Marc, what happened?" You asked, crossing your arms, your eyebrows raised.

"Really, it's nothing I'm worried about. Come eat." He said as he took a large bite from his bacon, ignoring your glare.

You sat down and stared at him, not even looking at the food.

"Y/n, not eating is gonna make your hangover even worse."

You simply shrugged. "I'm not gonna eat until you tell me what happened."

Marc sighed, shaking his head. "It was an accident, really. I think you meant to grab my hand, but you went a little too far south, if you know what I mean."

Your eyebrows furrowed together for a moment, honestly not knowing what he meant. But the more you thought about it, you slowly started to remember. You had tried to grab his hand, but now that you think about it, his 'hand' felt more like denim..

"No.." Your eyes grew wide as your face turned pale.

Marc started to laugh, unable to hold it back. "It's fine y/n. You didn't mean to."

"Yeah, but still! Fuck, I'm so sorry, Marc." You buried your face in your hands, a million emotions washing over you.

Marc stood up and made his way over to you, hugging you from behind. "Hey, it's okay." He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your neck, rubbing your arms.

You turned your head back to look at him. "Really?"

He wanted to assure you again, but he could help but glance down at your lips. That was a mistake. Now all he could think about was kissing you.

"Marc?" You whispered, scanning his face for a sign that he was listening to you.

But the force between the two of you was too strong. You both leaned into a soft, gentle kiss. Did you ruin a friendship? Maybe. Was it worth it? Definitely.

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Demons Grasp - Chapter 10

Another chapter before is disappear for a long week-end travelling. Because I did not want to leave my lovely readers hanging on a ciffhanger for that long. Or did I?

In any case, rest assured that I will use my time offline for plotting. ;)

I am being dragged backwards. Think, MC! What can I do? I consider to just let myself slump against my attacker to get him off balance and maybe get away. But there is still the matter of the gun barrel being pressed against my back.

As we reach the corner of a side alley, he gives me a push forward and then guides me into the alley. The stench here is almost overwhelming. In the dark I can not see much, but I do sense several dumpster containers lining the house walls. As we keep walking ahead, my foot catches on something on the floor and I stumble. But he pulls me right back up and pushes me along.

When the light of the street lamps does not reach us anymore, he kicks into my popliteal area, causing my knees to bend and me to fall forward. I land hard on my knees and hands. He walks around me and takes position right in front of me. I try to get up again, but a backhanded slap hits me. “Stay down, Bitch.” He really needs to work on his vocabulary. “Do you remember me?”

I look up. There is not much light here in the far corner of the alley with high rising houses around us. But I still can make out his features. It is the face that haunted me in my nightmare. An eyepatch is now covering his left eye. Right, that is my doing. Scenes from our struggle flash through my head. He had knocked me out and just left me lying on the living room floor, while he took Jake. I guess he came to tie up loose ends.

“Weren’t you that one guy from Pirates of the Caribbean?” He hits me again with the back of his hand holding the gun. My head flies around. I feel something snap in my neck. As I straighten again, I spit out some blood. He takes a step forward and places the muzzle of his pistol right in the center of my forehead.

“I should have ended you the other night.” “Why didn’t you?” I ask. His expression tenses and the pressure on my forehead increases. “You are not the one calling the shots, are you?” I realize. “Who do you work for?” He looks confused for a second and then bursts into bellowing laughter. “Are you telling me that you don’t even know who you and your lover are up against? This is pure comedic gold!”

The sudden sound of a ringtone distracts him. He reaches into the inner pocket of his black coat and retrieves a mobile. The pale light of the device makes him look like a ghost as he looks down at it. Then he answers the call. “Yes? … Hmmm. Yes, I got her. What are your orders? … I understand. … I will.” He clicks off the call and puts the phone away. “Looks like this is my lucky day.” A devilish grin contorts his features.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, ignoring his previous statement.  He scoffs. “I have been sent to snuff out you pathetic little light. When I’m done, I will go for your friend, that little redhead.” My blood turns to ice. “So, if you are about to kill me, then you can also tell me who sent you. Who ordered my death?” He hesitates, then shakes his head. “I am not some second grade Bond villain. There will not be a lengthy monologue where I lay out all the plans to take over world domination.” “It was worth the shot,” I reply.

“Speaking of shots… Any last words?” I shake my head. Now, in my final moments a strange calm washes over me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. ‘I am sorry, Jake,’ I think. ‘I really tried. Maybe Tess and the others will manage to find and rescue you. I really hope so. I love you.’ 

Then I hear a gunshot.

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