#oh to be hit on the head with a duster
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bops you on the head gently with a feather duster
needed that
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hell’s little maid
alastor/f!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw content mwhahaha
You had been recently hired as a maid at none other than…The Hazbin Hotel.
Not that Niffty’s neat-freak tendencies and murderous intent towards bugs wasn’t enough, they just needed the extra hands incase more sinners were willing to stay at this little ray of sunshine on the top of the hill.
Though Hazbin’s Facilities Manger seemed to have the upmost closest eye on you.
It wasn’t that he was suspicious of you, oh no, it was the maid uniform that Charlie had picked out for you. The poor girl must’ve gotten it down by the porn studios because it seemed to fit you in ways that had Alastor barely keeping his usual gentleman like composure.
The way you would bend over in it to pick something up. Tits practically spilling out the top and the skirt would ride up just enough that he would sneak a peak at the back of your thighs and if he was lucky he’d get a glimpse of the delicate fabric of your panties hugging your pretty pussy making him grip his mic tighter to the point his knuckles turned white.
Alastor felt like he could never get away from you in these moments of hot anguish even when he desperately needed to.
“Do you need a cleaning sir~?” Your soft voice startled him as he was deep in thought.
You stood there sweetly infront of him as if you weren’t a sinner at all. Doe eyes shining bright up at him with your feather duster in hand.
“N-no not today my dear….” His voice seemed more huskier than usual making you tilt your head at him curiously.
“Are you alright sir? You seem kind of….flustered”
He clears his throat as his undeniable heat was getting to him, practically hurting in his pants, especially with you being this close and sooo desperate to know what’s going on with him.
“Y-yes now if you’d excuse me…I have something to take care of” He tries to avoid your gaze and your body as he starts to slip away.
“Wait!” Your sudden outburst made you blush as you realized you grabbed his wrist without permission.
Alastor’s body went into overdrive at that moment pushing you up against the nearest wall with much need. Sending surprised gasp to fly out from your lips.
“A-alastor~”
“Shhhh darling…It’s alright I just need to make a few…well adjustments to this uniform of yours…”
One of his long claws coming out to slowly tease at the white ribbon holding your top together. He leaned in closer pressing his body against yours as he swiftly undid it letting your breasts fall out of it. Making a satisfied crackle come from the radio demon as he then looked up at your face to see your cheeks turning pink.
You would’ve never expected him to be like this let alone have this lustful gaze in his eyes for you.
He chuckled seeing how needy you were becoming as he then started to roll one of your nipples between his fingers making you whimper softly.
“Such a pretty girl frrmee~” He purred with a little pop of static in his voice.
Before you know it you’re a crying mess. Delicate hands holding onto his antlers for dear life as he fucks you mercilessly with his face buried in your chest. Feeling his sharp teeth nip at your skin every now in then when you got too loud.
He had looped his arms under your thighs picking you up off the ground as he made it his mission to have the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot at such a delicious angel it had you babbling hyms.
“O-ohhh…alastorrr!~” You squealed feeling your mixed juices drip onto the floor knowing damn well you’ll have to clean that up later.
His thrusts becoming relentless as your pussy clamps down on his cock already seeing how much he needed this. Needed you a mess with him so deep inside you, in that skirt, with it bouncing to the rhythm of your bodies colliding.
His nails started to dig into the plush skin of your thighs once you started to get close to the edge making a low growl admit from Alastor when one more deep thrust was all it took to have you cumming all over him with his name being the only thing rippling out of your throat as your body shutters profusely with your release.
Approaching his own climax you notice his antlers increasing in size as well as his eyes reddening with each thrust in to your now sensitive hole. Teeth snarling as he then bites down on your shoulder causing a little blood to admit from it, his tongue darting out to lap it up before any of it can trickle down.
He buries himself deep inside as he reaches his lengths end and lets you put your feet back on the ground, your legs feeling quite wobbly in which he takes notice giving you his arm to hold onto while you both put yourselves back together. Though your poor top couldn’t be salvaged with it having a large slash down the middle, not noticing Alastor had even done that making you pout, which made the demon chuckle at you then hand you his coat to cover up as he led you to his room to take care of you for the rest of the night.
“You know dear…I did tell Miss Charlie that was an inappropriate uniform…”
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Trust
[The Ghoul x Fem!Chubby!Reader]
Summary: Cooper finds out you're a virgin and helps you out.
Warnings: NS//FW, MINORS DNI, Vaginal Fingering, Oral (f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart, darling), Soft!Cooper (because i said so), slightly insecure!reader, plus size reader, p in v, first time sex, potentially established relationship (you can read it however you want), no protection, creampie (don't worry, you have radaway), not proofread (im friendless)
Word Count: 2.6k
A/N: I just jumped into this, it wasn't even supposed to be this long... also please go easy on me, I'm still watching the show since I've been busy. And haven't written actual smut in months... SIDENOTE, i'm plus size/chubby so that's what I always envision when writing, but this is explicitly written with that in mind! Thanks, hope you enjoy!!
“C’mon, darlin’,” Cooper drawls out. His gloved hands roam up your arms, his lips are pressed to your neck. “I can feel your heartbeat…” His lips stop on your pulse. You can feel your heart pounding into your rib cage.
“Cooper?” You’re breathless, really. In a good way. But, fear comes creeping in. Cooper hums, telling you he’s listening. “I’m a virgin.” You are tense.
Cooper’s brow ridges knit together. He smiles against your skin. You feel it. He pulls away and his head drops to the side, his eyes watching you closely. You feel so… Small compared to him at the moment. Your anxiety is spiking. You breath hitches and Cooper’s smile fades.
“Sweetheart,” Cooper lets go of you, but he doesn’t back up. “We can wait, if ya aren’t ready.”
“I trust you.” You try to calm yourself. You do trust him, deeply and sincerely. You trust him more than anything. More than anyone else.
“But?” Cooper gives you a playful grin.
“What do you mean?” You cock your head.
“There’s always a but, doll. You trust me, but something else is wrong.” He states it like it’s obvious.
“Oh.” You bite the inside of your lip, nearly drawing blood. You suck in air, harshly, and fidget in your spot. “Uh, I don’t like how I look…”
Cooper’s eyes widen as you speak. He is shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. “Darlin’… You are one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Cooper’s hands stay at his side, but you can tell he wants to touch you, guide you… Ruin you. “We don’ have t’ do this right now,” He reassures, “or ever- But, if ya want-” Cooper leans in closer, his face inches from yours. “-I can show ya how beautiful I think you are.”
You swallow hard. “Oh?” You sound surprised. You nod. “I would like that.” You whisper, not breaking eye contact.
Cooper smirks, “Name the time and place, sweetheart-”
“Here and now.” You spit it out without thinking.
“You sure?” He hesitates to touch you again. “A hundred percent?” You nod. Cooper smiles and pulls you into a kiss. Your lips press to his eagerly and you grab onto his duster, holding onto it like a lifeline. Cooper’s lips trail down your neck and rest on your pulse again. “You really want this? I don’ need ya doin’ this just because-”
“Shut up and kiss me again.” You whine. “Please.”
Cooper does not hesitate. His lips hit yours and you kiss back eagerly. Cooper’s gloved hands roam down your sides and they rest on your hips. Your arms wrap around his neck and settle there. You are still slightly stiff, anxiety not completely subsided. Cooper makes it his goal to help relax you.
“Y’know,” he hums against your jawline, “I didn' know you could be… bratty.” You hum in return, in confusion. “You told me to shut up, darlin’.”
“I needed you to kiss me…” your eyes are shut, head lolled back.
“Oh, you needed it?” He teases. “That bad, huh?”
You whine again, from embarrassment and pleasure. “Yeah, I need you.” You state it, no questioning and somehow very confidently.
“And I need ya to look at me with demands like that.” He smirks at you. You look at him and pout. “It ain't hard, sweetie. Promise.”
You groan. Your eyes lock with his, and your face heats up, exponentially so. “I need you, Cooper. I need you to touch me, kiss me… fuck me.” You immediately cover your face. Cooper laughs. His hand reaches for yours and pulls it down, showing your face to him again.
“Darlin’, I ain't gonna hurt ya. No need to be all shy.” He kisses your jawline, up to your ear. “Now,” he whispers in your ear, “how do you need me, exactly?”
“I already stated that!”
“No, no,” Cooper nibbles your earlobe. “In detail. And look at me this time.” He pulls away from your ear and looks at you again, closer to you this time. “How do you need me?”
You let out a shaky breath. “I need you to touch me- I don't care where, or how. Please, I wanna feel your hands on my skin.”
“Atta girl,” Cooper begins to take his gloves off. “Wasn't so hard, was it?” You roll your eyes. Cooper freezes. “Did you jus-” he squints at you, before smiling. “You are a brat.”
You want to rip your hair out. “Please, Cooper. I wanna feel good…”
He removes his gloves completely. His hands touch your clothed stomach, moving to your waist. Your heart is racing again. His hands scoot down to the hem of your shirt and you don't break eye contact with him. “It's okay,” your voice is so soft, “I still trust you.”
Cooper nods. You help him get you out of your shirt. You're standing there now, just in your pants, wondering what led you to this situation. You're thankful; thankful or whatever force brought you to Cooper. His bare hands grab for your soft stomach, tracing over the stretch marks. You suck in air through your nose and look away from Cooper.
“I need you to keep your eyes on me,” Cooper moves a hand to your chin and redirects your eyes back to him. “Need to know I'm makin’ ya feel good.” You nod. “Good girl.” Cooper begins to lead you towards the bed and sits you down on the edge of it. “Now, mind if I take these off?” Cooper motions towards your pants. You shake your head and when he grabs your waistband you begin to shimmy out of them.
The cool air hits your bare legs and Cooper crouches in front of you. You instinctively shut your legs together and gasp when Cooper's hands grab at your thick thighs. He doesn't pull your legs apart, not immediately. He watches you, examining your current expression, before continuing.
“Still okay?” He questions you. As soon as you nod, he gently pulls at your legs and you relax. He positions himself between your thighs and begins kissing your skin. One of his hands moves towards your panties. He rubs a stripe up your clothes pussy and you bite back a moan. Cooper pulls away from your thigh and looks at you. “Already so wet…”
“All for you. Only for you.” You mumble. Cooper gives you a hungry look. Your stomach flips. He's grabbing at the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs in no time. The look in his eyes is something you're sure you've never seen before. Your skin is on fire and you do not want him to stop touching you. Or staring at you that way.
Cool air hits your newly exposed skin and you shiver. Cooper's fingers dance across your thighs. “You positive this is what ya want?” You nod again, giving an enthusiastic yes. “If you need me to stop at any time, tell me.”
“Of course.” You nod and lean back slightly, getting more comfortable on the bed. Your fists automatically ball the sheets up, and Cooper lets out a low laugh. “What?”
“This is gonna be fun.” He says it like you're supposed to know what he means. You cock a brow at him. “You're so soft an’ sweet. I can assure you,” He smiles against your thigh, one of his fingers pushing inside of you, “after this, you won't want any other man or ghoul.”
And, God, do you know he’s right. His finger curls inside of you and your hips buck slightly. Cooper smiles against your thigh. Your eyes are stuck on him. Your chest is heaving already. Cooper’s thumb hits your clit and you gasp.
“Ever touch yourself, sweetheart?” Cooper asks against your thigh. When you give a shy nod, Cooper chuckles. “Bet it never felt this good, did it?” You shake your head. Cooper pulls his hand away from you and you tense at the warmth leaving you. “I’m assumin’ ya’ve never never been tasted, hm?” You want to hide, you shake your head again. “Gonna make ya feel so good,” Cooper promises. You know it’s a promise.
Cooper dives in, his tongue pushes into you and licks up your pussy. He groans as he tastes you. His hands grip your hips tighter and you wince. Cooper mumbles something into you about how good you taste and your hips roll. He holds you still. You let out a whine and beg for me. And who is Cooper to deny you of that?
His tongue swirls around your clit and, this time, two fingers push into you. Your palms dig into the bed sheets in your fists and you let out a soft cry from pleasure. Cooper hums against you and fire is building in your core. You go to roll your hips again and Cooper holds you down, hips pinned to the bed. His finger curls up and pumps in and out of you. You are immediately sent over the edge.
“Ah!” You moan, your voice breaking, “Cooper- I’m-”
Cooper pulls away, his fingers staying inside of you. “I know,” His voice is gruff as he places a kiss on your thigh. “I got ya,” His fingers pull from you and they circle your swollen bud, and your entire body is taught, every muscle tense. Your orgasm hits hard.
Your body relaxes onto the sheets and your entire world is still spinning. You are seeing stars. “Cooper-” You whimper. “Fuck-” Your fingers uncurl from your palm and drop the sheets. Cooper is smiling at you. He’s smug.
“I know, darlin’, it’s a lot.” He crawls on top of you.
“S’not fair,” You mumble, you look up at him. He cocks a brow ridge. “You’re completely dressed, an’ I'm not.” You huff.
“We can change that.” Cooper places a rough kiss against your lips, before sitting up and standing. You watch as he undresses, quickly. He’s ready to get this show on the road. Your stomach flips when he’s fully naked. Your eyes widen and Cooper notices.
“Hey,” He reassures you, “I gotcha. I know this is a lot, all of this; but I’m gonna make sure you feel good.” You nod, swallowing hard. “Do you need to stop?” Cooper asks.
“No, no,” you put a hand up, “I want this, I need you.”
That seems to trigger something in Cooper. He stalks towards you and you’re frozen on the motel bed. You’re watching him closely as he positions himself over you. He holds himself steady above you, one hand on your hip and the other right beside your head. He leans down and kisses you, not as rough as he has been, but still not very gentle. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him close to you. His dick is resting against your stomach in that position. Your skin burns and you ache for him.
He pulls back and begins to kiss down to your collarbone. “Cooper,” You sound as breathless as you had earlier, maybe even more so. His free hand dips from your waist and to your dripping cunt once again. He pushes two fingers in you and smirks against your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
“I think you’re ready, darlin’.” Cooper places his forehead to yours and his eyes lock with yours. “Are you ready?”
You nod enthusiastically, smiling up at him. Cooper grabs your leg and brings it up to his hip. He angles himself at your entrance and you prepare yourself. You pull him closer to you and Cooper gently pushes into you. His hips roll slightly as he settles for a second and you adjust to the new found sensation. Cooper lets out a low groan, but keeps himself still for you. Until you are ready for more.
“Please,” You whine. Your hips ever so slightly buck upwards. “Please move.”
Cooper does as you ask. How could he not? “Let me know if it’s all too much.” He speaks through gritted teeth, seemingly holding himself back from absolutely wrecking you. You quickly nod, quietly mumbling and begging for more. Cooper slightly picks up his pace, but not too much. You look so breakable beneath him. He does not want to hurt you.
Cooper lets out low huffs and groans as his hips roll into yours. You grab at his scarred back and cry out in pleasure. Your half lidded eyes hit Cooper’s and you moan, loudly. The sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the motel room.
“You think-” You moan again, “You think Lucy can hear us?” You are embarrassed at the thought of someone hearing the both of you. Especially your wasteland companion.
“Fuck-” Cooper slams into you a little more harsh than you had expected, causing you to cry out again. “I don’t care.”
Your head rolls back before you can argue with him, your eyes screwing shut. You feel tears brimming your eyes. You’re a moaning mess under Cooper. “Harder-” You almost choke on the word. “Fuck me harder.” Your voice is sharp, and a little louder than before.
“O’ course sweetheart,” Cooper grips the sheet beside your head and your leg wraps around his waist a little tighter. Cooper looks wild as his hips slam into yours. Everytime he pulls back your hips chase his.
“I’m gonna- I’m close-” You’re almost crying.
Cooper’s grip moves from your thigh and to your ass, grabbing it hard. You gasp. The same heat from earlier is coming back. Your body is tensing and your toes curl up. You are saying nothing but a string of ‘Cooper’, ‘shit’, and ‘fuck’. Thoughts aren’t forming. You are okay with that if it means feeling this good.
Cooper focuses on you. Each thrust seems to go deeper and your mind is blank. Your breathing is fast and ragged. Your chest is heaving up and down. You clench around Cooper and come undone. Cooper slows down, but does not stop.
“Where?” Cooper growls against your neck.
“Inside.” It’s the first thing you think of, forgetting he’s a ghoul.
Cooper doesn’t seem to think much about it either as his thrusts become sloppy. A low groan escapes Cooper, his thrusts speeding up before he orgasms himself. You feel him cum inside of you. You lie on the bed under him, catching your breath, as he falls on top of you. He’s still inside.
“Cooper?” Your voice is almost hoarse. Cooper doesn’t move, but he gives a soft ‘hm’. “I might need my RadAway.” You laugh a little bit. Cooper sits up and hurries towards your bag. He pulls out the RadAway and brings it back to you. You lazily take it and lay back on the bed. You pat beside you and Cooper narrows his eyes. “What now?” You huff.
“How much of that you got?” He points to the RadAway.
You shrug. “Why?” You ask, really having no clue.
“Well, the night’s young, sweetheart. And I ain’t done if you ain’t.” You light up. “I have a lot I could show ya.”
You are excited all over again. “Relax with me a minute,” you bat your eyelashes at him, “and then, I promise, I’m all yours til the break of dawn.” That’s all Cooper needs to hear. He lied down beside you and begins to kiss your neck. “What are you doing?”
“Helpin’ you relax.” He states, as if it’s so obvious. “And gettin’ you ready for round two.”
You laugh. “Okay, whatever,” You playfully roll your eyes.
“We’re gonna have to handle that.” Cooper grips your hip. “You bein’ a brat and all.” Cooper nips at your neck, you let out a gasp. “I think I know just how to do that, too.” He smiles against you. “And we have all night to find out.”
#fallout#fallout smut#cooper howard x reader#the ghoul x reader#cooper howard smut#the ghoul smut#fallout imagine#fallout tv series#x reader
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Not Like The Movies
Relationship: Cooper “The Ghoul” Howard x Reader
Fandom: Fallout
Request: Yes by Anon
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Violence
Word Count: 1,688
Main Masterlist: Here
Fallout Masterlist: Here
Summary: How Cooper got landed with someone of her sunny disposition, he will never now. And it does not help that she knows his films.
“Good morning, you cutie. Oh who’s the best little girl ever?” A feminine voice brought Cooper out of his deep slumber. His eyes had to adjust to the bright light outside that flooded the building they had stayed the night in. He looked around for the source of the noise and was relieved to see it was just his partner playing with DogMeat. The man sat up from the bed that was miraculously in the building that probably used to be someone’s house and began to roll the sleep from his muscles and bones.
“Well, good morning to you, cowpoke.” She greeted, allowing the dog to roam around wherever she pleased.
“Mornin’ sweetheart. Whatcha doin’ up this early?” He asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His boots hit the floor right next to where his partner was, as she sat up on her knees to pull him in close. Physical affection was something Cooper was still not used to after all this time, but he was slowly coming around to it. All of the affection happened behind closed doors, or in this case, a closed house. He still had an image to maintain after all.
“Couldn’t sleep, so I spent some time with Bella.” She said cheerfully into his chest. Cooper just sighed and rubbed his eyes.
“Don’t go naming the thing. Then you’ll get too attached and then you’ll be depressed when it dies.” He groaned out, shifting their bodies so their eyes met.
“But she can’t be named ‘DogMeat’. That’s not a proper name,” came her cry. She laid on the puppy eyes really thick.
“DogMeat is a proper name because that’s what it is.” He argued back, tilting her head up by her chin.
“Fine,” she relented, and smushed her face back into his chest. “What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Well, gotta head into town now. Stock up on some supplies, gather a new bounty hopefully.” Cooper pressed a kiss to her hair, and shuffled so that he could pull both of them up to stand.
“You gonna behave when we get into town?” He drawled, voice leaning into dangerous territory. His partner giggled and nodded her head.
“Of course, Coop. When am I not?” She inquired, biting her lower lip. That woman knew the easiest way to get Cooper riled up was to do just that motion right there. Because, in an instant, his eyes were locked on to her lips.
“What about back in Filly where you kept smilin’ at folks, leaving me to save you from someone’s fist in your face? Huh?” Howard recalled, watching her shift in his arms as she, too, recounted their last adventure into town.
“How was I supposed to know?” Her whimper made Cooper weak, but he had a job to do today.
“Just tone down the sun a little bit, alright? Maybe a nice cloudy day instead of bright ass sunshine.” He offered, bringing her face back up to his. She nodded and stood on her toes to reach his face. Cooperate, ever the gentleman, met her halfway and locked their lips together. They moved as one, letting their lips slide across the other’s. Hands roamed freely, and it was starting to look like they were not going to be making it to town soon. That is, of course, until DogMeat came back in the room with a dead iguana in her mouth. She dropped it on the floor, and pawed at the man and woman who were locked in their embrace. The Ghoul groaned as his partner detached them in favor of tending to the dog he claimed he did not want.
“Good girl. Such a good hunter.” The baby voice was back. Seeing that the dog was getting the attention now, Cooper moved to grab all of his effects from where they were strewn about the room. His duster sat upon his shoulders, while his hat found its spot on his scarred head.
“Come on. Let’s get goin’.” He stated definitely. His saddle bag was slung across his shoulder, and his hand helped navigate his partner through the abandoned house.
They began their trek into town, which thankfully was not too long of a walk. DogMeat followed on the other side of Cooper, hot on his heels. He kept his eyes peeled as they drew further and further into the town. There was a pharmacy, a trader’s hut, several food stalls, and even a mechanics repair shop. Plenty for the two of them. Turning to his partner, he passed her some caps and pointed towards a couple stalls.
“Go get you some dried meat, and get a box of ammunition. Don’t smile so much, alright?” Cooper stressed. She nodded in return and patted his arm as she left with DogMeat.
The Ghoul made his way into the trader’s hut first to find a new bounty that was around. Thankfully, the woman behind the counter had one, and it was simple enough. Someone had not paid her what she was owed, and now she had a hat out on the man. He accepted half of the caps upfront, before moving on to the pharmacy next door. Cooper’s eyes caught his partner and DogMeat traversing the stalls, already having several pouches of meat in her bag.
Which is why he was not afraid to leave her alone while he took his time getting his chems from the pharmacy. Being a ghoul certainly had its drawbacks; the stares, reputation, and fear. But it also held some positives; the stares, reputation, and fear. It certainly helped when acquiring what he needed for a reasonable price. A commotion caught his ears from outside, but he was not afraid that it was his partner.
Until he stepped outside. Cooper saw his partner being crowded against a pile of sheet metal while DogMeat kept barking up a fuss. The dog ran over immediately to the man and began to drag him by his duster over to the woman.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t play hard to get.” Some man crept into her space, making her cower down even further. Based on what he could see, and the description the trader gave, this must have been the bounty. She did mention that he tended to go where he pleased like he owned it all.
“Please. Let me go.” She whimpered. Her voice was full of fear and worry, and Cooper was not about to let that stand.
“Everyone’s got a price. I can pay whatever your price is.” He continued, placing his hand on the woman’s waist.
“I do believe the lady asked you to let her go.” Cooper finally made his way over. The man turned around, and smiled with blackened teeth.
“Don’t worry, Ghoul. Once I’m done with her, I’m sure you can have a turn. Certainly don’t wanna do it the other way around.” He laughed, as if what he said was the funniest thing in the world. Cooper began to chuckle lowly as he peeked his eyes out from the lip of his hat. Catching his partner’s eyes, she felt relief as she saw her savior in western gear.
“See, she might be bein’ nice and askin’ you to let her go. But I ain’t that nice. So now I’m tellin’ you to let her go. Now.” Cooper growled, feeling his patience wear thin.
“Or what, Ghoul?” The man never got to hear another response. In a flash, Howard had aimed his gun and fired on his legs. Blowing both of them off, the not-so-tough man now crumbled to the ground, screaming and crying, pleading for the ghoul to have mercy on him.
“Well, ain’t that some shit.” The Ghoul growled, tying a rope around the torso of the man, and began to drag him to the trader’s hut. He focused on the task at hand, knowing that DogMeat would take care of anyone else that had dared get close to her owner.
Walking out of the trader’s hut, Cooper’s eyes scanned the town as he tried to find her partner. He found her, hugging her lugs, stuck in the same place that she was being held. DogMeat was chowing down on the legs that were left. His pocket felt heavy with the weight of the caps, but all that mattered now was taking care of her.
“You alright there, sweetheart?” Howard held a hand out for her to grab onto, and she did. Eagerly shoving her face into his chest and letting out a shaky breath as she processed the events that had just unfolded.
“I’m good. Can we go please?” Her words were muffled in his shirt, but he understood them plenty. Calling for DogMeat, Cooper led the three of them out of the town and into somewhere more secluded. Once they were there, tears fell from her eyes as the weight of what happened fully caught up to her. He set her down on something resembling a chair, and squatted down in front to check her over.
“You saved me.” She whispered, letting her partner do what he needed to do.
“Course I did. What’d you expect? Me to leave you with that man?” He countered with a ridiculous tone.
“It’s like one of your old sheriff films.” Her giggles matched his groan as he dropped his head.
“This ain’t the movies, darlin’.” Cooper looked up at her.
“It’s kinda like the movies.” She replied, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to bring him in close.
“I can always take you back to that town and leave you there.” He stated in her shoulder. She giggled again.
“That’s not very sheriff-y of you.” Every time he thought he had won, she proved him wrong.
“Alright,” he stood up and took her with him, “let’s get moving. Maybe if we’re lucky we can find another house to sleep in.”
“Ooo, do you think we could find one with a television and a few films?” She teased, already walking off away from town. Cooper groaned, but caught up to her and kept her underneath his arm as they walked away from that town.
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~Since Hazbin Hotel is finally getting their season within a week, I wanna start off my tumblr with an Alastor fic for those who love him ( myself included). Forgive me if everything isn’t accurate towards his personality, since the season will come out soon hopefully all of us can see his personality more ! Enjoy !~
( Headcanons : Alastor x Y/n )
~ Alastor at first was just near you for the entertainment due to his boredom over the past few decades.
~ But ever since you’ve join the crew in the hotel, something inside him just.. changed..
~ You we’re a housekeeper/maid, that cleans hotel rooms for guest. You and niffty get along great, and Alastor likes you for that.
~ Once you came in his office- ( based off the pic in the season. Not sure if it’s a room or office) you were there to clean around his office, due to him being a powerful overlord. You wanted to leave as quickly as possible because you didn’t want to make Alastor mad.
~ Alastor moved himself towards his door, as he watched you clean around his office. Standing there smiling at the sight . Not in a sexual way.
~ Once you were finished, you picked up your rag and duster only to find yourself get hit on the head with the duster. “OW!” You yelled, as you rubbed your head.
~ Alastor chuckled as he walked towards you as your head started to sting. “Now my dear! Allow me!” He cheered as he touch your head, the stinging pain fading away. Making you confused..
( not sure if he can actually do that but for this fic, yes ^^ )
~ Alastor’s hand then gently rubbed the bump where the duster hit you, as the bump swelled down. Your face bloomed red, as you realized how close he his too you.
~ But you got to your senses, and did a small bow to him. “Thank you, Alastor.. I’m so clumsy” you sighed out but he just kept rubbing your head. “ Oh! No no no, my dear! It’s nothing to worry about!” He smiled as he placed his hand by his side.
~ You blushed as you moved away from him, “apologies but I still have to continue to clean the other rooms”. You grabbed your supplies as you walked towards the door but was stopped but Alastor appearing out of nowhere.
~ “Now dear, if you need anything. Just let my know, I wouldn’t hesitate to come to your rescue” he grinned, turning his head to the side. You just blinked at him.
~”what?” You question, as he gently held your hand. “As a gentleman, I don’t want anything to happen to you and your pretty face” he said, fluttering his lashes at her.
~You then fluttered your lashes yourself in confusion but then smiled softly, “Oh, um. That’s very kind of you”. Alastor smiles and moves out of the doorway, allowing you to continue your work.
~”Which reminds me my dear, do you have a favorite song I’m able to play over the radio? To help you work?” He beamed, You thought for a second and remembered. “Over the rainbow” you smiled.
~About ten minutes into your cleaning, your heard static over the radio. Then a familiar tune was playing over it…
“Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly”
You sigh happily as you softly twirl around, memories of your life on earth- swirling around your head. Your smile bright as ever ..
~ As Alastor smiles at the doorway, smiling to see you happy~
Woo-hoo! That’s was my first fic on tumblr done! I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate! But I hope you like it !! And if you have an idea - feel free to request ! I’m open for it!! Btw the song is from the wizard of Oz since it’s close to Alastor’s time period!
-RedRainbow
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"I still love you" Kai Anderson x Reader
warning! Drug use. Alcohol use. Self Harm. Dark topics. Abuse.
He slammed you against the shelf In the living room, a vase crashing down as you hit it. "Why won't you just shut up! It's always "kai, kai, kai" Just Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at you. Tears streamed down your face.
"Why don't you love me anymore!" I yelled at him. His hand was quick to slap me. "Go upstairs! I better not see you for the rest of the night!" He yelled at me. I quickly ran upstairs and slammed the door on him. Tears fell from my red, puffy eyes. I was ugly. Ruined. I felt like trash.
I scratched my arm at the thoughts. Small dots of blood showing up in my red, irritated skin. It wasn't enough. I needed more relief.
I held my phone in my hand as the familiar number was printed across the screen.
"I thought I wasn't going to hear from you again" she spoke.
I rushed down stairs, grabbing my car keys in my hand. I heard the basement door open. I knew it was Kai. I didn't let him stop me. I opened the front door and slammed it shut as I got into my car. I quickly started it and backed out, I needed relief.
I started doing acid in high school with my best friend Jamie, she was the king pen. We went on the train tracks everyday and did all types of shit. Smoked pot, huffed whipped cream cans, drank, and did acid.
Till I went to college.
I met Kai there, he was sweet, I hung out with him so much, I forgot about Jamie. Soon my addiction stopped.
Me and Kai got together not long after. I've been with him since. But he's changed. He's cold, quiet, and filled with rage.
I pulled up to the park. I walked past the gates and into the back, where the tracks were.
"Hey!!!" I heard as I walked up the small hill to the tracks. A smile plastered across my face. "Hey Jamie!" I said laughing. I sat next to her. She handed me a bottle of vodka and got her a cigarette out.
"Tell me everything"
I did. I told her about how Kai hits me, how he cusses and spits at me. How he's changed.
We passed the bottle back and forth between each other. "He sounds like a pussy to me." She said rolling a joint. I laughed a bit, I was drunk. Super drunk.
She took the joint between her fingers and lit it. She took two puffs before passing it to me.
She talked about her brother and her new job. She was in the middle of a sentence when I cut her off.
"I started harming again..." I blurted out. Her eyes widened "fuck.... Are you serious?" She asked. "Yeah.... Earlier... I... Scratched my arm raw." I said taking a hit from the joint.
She sat in silence before digging in her purse for a moment. She pulled out a computer duster can. "You need more than a joint".
I stuck the can into my mouth. Huffing the contents. I laughed loudly. My head felt heavy. I pushed the can into her chest. "Your turn!" I shouted. She pit the can into her mouth and took her turn. She slapped her thigh as she fell over laughing. "I Hear this Wooooowww sound!" I said as I laughed more I fell over beside her.
"Your-yourr phones ringingg" she slurred I sat up to see my phone lit up. Kai's contact. I picked it up and shushed her. "Yeah?" I asked as I answered the call. "Where are you?! It's been 4 hours since you left!" He shouted through the phone. I couldn't help but laughing. Jamie also bursting out in laughter. I was quick to shush her "shhh shhh be qui- be quiet!" I said going back to my phone.
"I'm sorry-"
"Who are you with"
"Kai... It's.... I'm... An adult... So-" I was cut off by Jamie snatching my phone "IT'S JAMIE, PUSSY BOY" she shouted before hanging up. She handed me back my phone. "Problem solved." She said laughing.
She handed me the can again, I quickly huffed it. I felt numb. I laughed as I reached for the bottle of vodka.
I tipped the bottle into my mouth. I chugged the bitter drink. "Y/N. What the fuck are you doing!" I heard the familiar voice say. I swear only a minute passed. "Oh shit" I hear Jamie shout. I heard her stumble to get up before she took off.
I felt his sharp grip. Suddenly everything came out.
I sobbed.
Loudly.
I tucked my knees to my chest.
Everything. Came. Out.
I snatched my arm from his grip and pulled it to my head. I dropped the bottle of vodka. I felt weak. My stomach burned. I felt pain. But all at once, I felt numb. Like the world stopped. I didnt hear anything. Not a car. Or a leaf falling to the ground
His hand went to my back. He slowly rubbed it. He looked at my arm. It was dark but he could still see where I scratched myself. He let out a sigh.
"Why?" He asked.
I didn't reply. I felt terrible.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled. "For... Being in the way... And bothering you... And.... Being stupid" I cried. More tears flowed down my face. "I'm sorry for being a disgrace. I'm sorry for embarrassing you. I'm sorry for making your life shit!" I shouted.
"But I still love you..." I whispered. "I love you so much..." I cried. I felt him move in front of me. He cupped my face and made me look at him. "You aren't a disgrace. Or embarrassing. Or stupid. You don't make my life shit. You may bother me, you may get in the way. But we can work past that. I love you too... But this...is...we worked so hard to get you over this. And you came right back to it..." He spoke. His hands rubbed my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
"You... Could have gotten hurt...i don't want that." He said picking me up. I was limp. I couldn't feel anything. Tears flowed down my face.
He carried me back to the car. He set me in the front seat. "I'll have winter come get your car tomorrow." He said walking around to his side.
Then we drove home.
A/N: this took so long and is probably one of my darkest stories. I will probably make a part 2. It will most likely be smut. Luv u <3
#american horror story#kai anderson#kai anderson x reader#american horror story kai anderson#evan peter#evan peters#drug usage#alcohol
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ok so imagine ftm reader x joel in the apocalypse. because i just know being trans in an apocalypse is NOT fun. you can make the prompt however specific as you want but i just thought that would be such a cool and interesting idea for a fic. :)
A/N: GOD ANON SUCH A GOOD IDEA yk i'm gonna put a bit of my own experience as a trans man (that went through 7 hrs of a con w binders on… *shivers*). As always, please excuse the mistakes as english is my 2nd language and enjoy Anon!
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Tags: HBO Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Reader uses He/Him pronouns, Trans and in an apocalypse? Can't get any worse, oh wait yes it can, Binding struggles, fluff, meet-cute(?), Do you count meeting a dad and his kid cute?, maybe, It’s Joel and Ellie of course they’re cute, meeting, humor, Snarky!Ellie, tired-dad!Joel, soft ending, no angst, maybe a bit, it is EP.3 after all, slight OOC
[Starts from the end of Ep.3 of The Last of Us] Meeting a stone-cold man and his curious stray kid wasn't really on your apocalypse agenda, neither was falling in love with him. But then again, when has life ever gone your way? Hell, even god fucked up from when you were born, mixed up the damn gender. So here you are, helping him and his kid ready themselves to head to Wyoming, while you hitch a ride. Maybe it’ll do you some good, finally finding company with another human being
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God why was it so hot?
While you keep hauling what remains of your backpack through the path, the sun beats down on you. Despite pulling off your hoodie, now left in only a shirt, the heat threatens to boil you whole. The sides of your binder digs in slightly and it makes moving another endeavor. The two bottles of water inside your bag are quickly diminishing with every break you take, now only half of one bottle remains.
You groan, eyes becoming hazy with every blink, when suddenly, you spot a chain-linked fence meters in front of you. A shot of energy courses through you as hope rises, quickly jogging to the area while you wave your hands, but trying not to make a sound in case any infected comes running by.
You stopped just shy of the chain link, glancing at the high-voltage sign. You've been electrocuted once, you're not about to get electrocuted twice. You opted to look around instead, glancing at the various put-together houses, and the church in the far corner of the neighborhood. Despite the leaves littering the streets, flowers bloomed encircling the town's middle. You turn your head to find a way in, maybe a chance for you to vault over without getting burned, or maybe dig underneath-
"Turn around."
You freeze. The hairs on your nape start to rise, heart rate following suit as a bead of sweat drops. "Turn around, and drop your bag. Slowly."
You gulp, carefully moving one foot and the other until you fully turn, now face to face with a gun trained at your head, behind it, a man with eyes sharp enough to cut through skin is ready to pull the trigger at sight. Your eyes cautiously glance at the girl behind him, the same vicious stare with a sharp knife in her hand.
As instructed, you slip your backpack and hear it hit the ground, before the man tilts his head, indicating for you to kick it away, and so you did.
"Drop your weapons,"
"I don't have a gun," Your voice wavers, hands shaking slightly as it hovers beside you, a surrender you’re hopeful the man will take. He doesn't.
"Drop anything other than a gun, then," He leaves no room for negotiations. You blink, before taking out the pocket knife and knuckle dusters from your pocket, throwing them to his direction. The guy raises his brow at the items and you shrug, still hesitant despite trying to appear nonchalant.
With the gun still aimed at you, he picks both of the weapons up, storing them, before he stands again. "What's in the bag?"
"Some… Canned food, water bottles, a lighter, other stuff,"
"How did you find this place?"
"I just…" Now that, you wondered yourself. You remembered leaving your group when a sketchy religious guy showed up and everyone started preaching to him, going nowhere in particular, just out of the growing conservative group and somewhere safe. Wandering for weeks before stumbling here, thinking you finally found another group willing to accept your scrappy ass. "I don't know, I don't even know this place existed, I was wandering around then came across…" You tilted your head back to the fence.
A pause. The man then speaks in a hushed tone with the girl, before they both nodded, the girl evidently less cautious after the whispers. "Empty your bag."
You did as so, slowly reaching for the pack and unlatching the top, turning it upside down and letting the contents drop. Bottles, food, plasters, your lighter, a torch, other knick-knacks you couldn't resist picking up, all falling to the ground. When a flutter of paper falls, the girl perks slightly, before she retreats when you noticed. "I-I'm alone-"
"How do we know you're alone?"
Your eyes looked around before you shrug. "I… Got separated from my group. A weird guy joined us and separated some people, and he uh… Kicked me out. Im alone, I promise, I don't have anyone following me from my group or from… Anywhere,"
Another pause. He seems to turn the info around his mind, before he looks back at the girl, she only does the same.
"Alright." He nods, eyeing the clutter on the ground. "Walk, slowly, away from the fence."
Taking steps away from the chain until your position and the man change, you stand far from the fence while he and the girl stands just a meter away. He nods to the girl and she nods back. Now, her dark eyes are focused on you, while the man unlocks the gate to the place.
"What's with the book?" She jerks to the opened pages on the ground.
"Just a journal. Keeps the mind sane," She hums, then you hear a click of the fence being opened. The man ushers the girl in, before he looks back at you, standing defenseless outside just meters away, disheveled and wary. He huffs.
"Get in here, quick,"
Your face beams. "Thank you, so much," You breathe before picking up your bag and contents, then jogging inside and the man locks the gate again.
The neighborhood looks as if lived in, despite the run-down houses except one that stands grand and white a couple of streets down. "You two live here?"
"No, someone we know does," The girl answers. The man begins walking to the house, the girl following loosely behind him, before she turns.
She still has a hint of caution in her eyes, yet she asks, "What's your name? I'm Ellie, that's Joel,"
"Pleasure meeting you Ellie, Joel," Ellie grins, Joel doesn't turn. You give her your name, at which she smiles before looking past you.
"Do you write often?"
"Just for fun, nowhere to publish it anyways,"
She nods. "What do you write about?"
"Stuff I see, birds, leafs, interesting flowers I pass by," You begin walking towards the house as well, following them. "I have pressed dried flowers in there,"
"Pressed dried? Like you have dead flowers in your journal?"
"Sure," You grin as she chuckles, turning around when Joel opens the house's gates and motions for Ellie to stop, so you do too.
"I'm checking inside first. You-" His eyes meets yours, you gulp. "Stay here, look out for any infected,"
"In here? This is basically a fortress,"
"Once I'm done, then I'll call you," You only nod, afraid to aggravate Joel even further. You'd hate to appear annoying to a man that offered you safety.
Minutes pass, you idle outside, taking in the scenery. There are flowers in fitted pots, already dry and dying. The fence that surrounds the house Joel and Ellie still looks put together, the paint scraping would indicate age but otherwise looks fine. There's a brown garage door off the side. You wonder if it stored any vehicles.
Suddenly, Joel storms outside, making you jump. His otherwise stoic face has a sheen layer of pain, of apprehension, before you spotted a piece of paper in his hand. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, before he turns and crumples the paper. You stand to the side, nearing the gates, while Joel takes his time gathering himself. The urge to ask, to comfort, almost overwhelms you before he speaks. "Help me check the car,"
A key dangles in his hand, and you follow suit. He opens the garage door, and you move to the back of what looks like a covered car. Sure enough, once you and Joel pull the cover up, a blue pick-up comes into view. "Nice," you smooth your hand on the rear door. Then suddenly, a sharp bang from the front, Joel closes the engine harder than needed. You gulp.
Contemplation appears on Joel's face again. You didn't dare to move. His eyes search the room, until it lands on something out of your view, on top of a refrigerator. His eyes track down, then he stalks to said fridge and opens it. Seems like he finds what he was looking for and Joel closes it back.
“You can't come with us.”
“What?” It sounded small, way too small to your liking, until you realized it was your voice.
“We’re going to Wyoming, either way there’s no space for-”
“Please, Joel,” You find yourself leaning towards him, your knuckles white on the trunk of the car. “I don't- I have nowhere to go,” Joel opens his mouth to interject before you continue; “And I'm not asking to join you, and Ellie. I just…” You inhale sharply.
“Please let me go with you two, to Wyoming. Then just leave me there.” You blink the growing panic back down. “Just a ride. Then I'll be off your backs. I promise,”
The man standing meters away from you, hand still firmly on the edge of the fridge, eyes dark and stone cold, ponders over your words. You can practically feel the consideration, the slight glance from him when he meets your eyes, before he turns to the door, then back to you. “Just a ride,”
“Just a ride. You have my word.”
Then, painstakingly slow, he nods then walks to exit the garage, making you exhale a relief breath. "Check the fuel, I'll go check on Ellie,"
You simply nodded as he exited the garage. You go and check the fuel from the meter inside the car first, then find it empty. For safety reasons, you think. So you check around the garage for any fuel canisters. You found a couple behind some boxes, so you pulled them out to ready them when Joel needs it.
You deem it enough snooping around so you return to the house, just in time to hear Ellie ask, "So what now?"
You knock on the door lightly, to alert the two, and Ellie glances at you. You two share a look at Joel, before he huffs. “We grab what we can,”
He passes you, taking note of your curiosity, before he goes through the house with you and Ellie in tow. He goes through a couple of rooms, before he pulls at a hatch and it gives in, a staircase leading to what you presume was a basement.
Upon entering, the room is lit up with working LEDs. You and Ellie spotted the wall of guns first, you blowing a low whistle. “Ho-ly shit.” Ellie’s eyes were on the many firearms mounted neatly.
“This guy’s a genius,” She grins and looks around. Your hand reaches for a mounted shock gun, almost touching it, before you retreat when you hear Joel messing with the other things in the room. You noted a steady hum of music, something you could recognize but not pinpoint. Ellie turns to walk over to where Joel was looking at the monitors.
“Why was the music on?”
“If he didn't reset the countdown every few weeks,” His eyes went over something. “This playlist would run over the radios,”
“‘80s…” The two share a look of realization, you can visibly see Joel gulp.
“Grab some cans from over there,” Joel points behind him. “Nothin’ dented, or swollen,” He mainly points it out to Ellie as she moves, but his eyes linger on you so you also get moving.
“Dude,”
“No.” You turn around to spot Ellie standing near the wall of firearms.
“There’s a wall of them,” And she’d be right, but Joel only fixed her a stare that made her nod in defeat, almost making you giggle. Joel goes back to the monitors while you and Ellie search through the cans.
You’ve emptied most of the top shelves, leaving the clearly dented ones, while Ellie picked apart the bottom half, looking at each label with fascination. Once you’ve got your pack full, you crouch near her when she looks at one with interest.
“‘Chef Boyardee’,” You smile as she turns to you. “They got great taste,”
“Is this what you all eat?” She asks both you and Joel as she turns to face him. “Like, before the infection thing,”
“Well, most foods weren't in cans, if that's what you’re asking,” You absentmindedly pick at one of the cans' labels, already peeling. “Big shops, grocery stores, would sell raw stuff so you can cook them,”
“Cook anything?” Her eyes gleam, making you huff out a chuckle.
“Sure, as long as there's a recipe, I for one can't cook for shit,” She chuckles, before putting the can into her bag. As you and Ellie make your way upstairs, you pass Joel whose eyes soften as you let Ellie climb up first.
Ellie found a bag and she scurries off to shove toilet paper in it. You made your way into the bathroom to find the medicine cabinet fully stocked. “Fuck yeah,”
You grab all that your arms can fit and run back to where Ellie was emptying the storage room. Setting all the medicine and emergency kit into the bag, you head back to look under the sink of the bathroom to find a couple of tampons and pads. Another victory. As you reach your hand into the cabinet, a roll of body tape falls out. Checking back to hear Ellie's busy with her work, you stuff the tape into your pocket and head out with the packs of pads and tampons.
Ellie looks up from where she’s hunched inside the storage area. “Hell yeah,” She nods as you stuff the packs into the bag.
Joel emerges from the bunker and heads upstairs just as you and Ellie finish filling up the bag. Ellie follows Joel and so do you, still contemplating what the girl is to Joel or who Joel is to Ellie. Though you shrug it off when Joel opens a door into a worn room, decorations vary on the walls but he beelines into, what you presume, is a closet. He opens it and looks around, clicking a light on, before he settles on a box and pulls it out, setting it on the bed.
The box is labeled ‘Women's shirt, SM-MED’ so Ellie looks through it. She pulls out a red shirt that she fits over her front to make sure, before she glances at you. You only nod in approval, giving her a thumbs up, making her grin and set the article aside.
Joel emerges with a box labeled ‘Long Sleeve Shirts’ and goes back in. You stood opposite of Ellie between the bed, hesitant to touch the box, before Ellie took it first and opened it. She notices your hovering hand and falters on the flaps. “Oh, you wanna take this one?”
“Those won't fit him,” Joel barks from inside the closet, almost making you jump. But instead, his tone is like poking fun at you, so you roll your eyes, huffing.
“Haha, real funny man,” Your hand reaches back for the box Ellie was opening, before another box abruptly drops next to your hand, affectionately labeled ‘Mens shirt, SM-MED’.
“This could,” His eyes met yours before he ducks back into the closet.
You stand, almost in shock, elevated from both relief and happiness as it blooms inside you. The box is still closed, sitting just far from you, and the label almost makes your eyes gloss. You swallow a heavy lump, before you notice Ellie's fleeting glance from you to the box, then back to you. “Go ahead dude, those would be way too big for me,” She shrugs.
And so you went through the box and picked out the articles you deemed good enough to fit your form.
After sorting through the box of clothes, the three of you make your way into the garage. You stand near the door in order to not step in Joel's way while Ellie pokes around, but if you were being honest with yourself, you just wanted to admire the dynamic between Ellie and Joel. Joel has found an all-purpose charger, hooking it up to the car battery. After a minute, the charger begins to work as he surveys it. “Needs another hour,”
“They have hot water!” Ellie cheers as she turns on a faucet from the other end of the room. “I’m takin’ a shower,” She declares as she begins to make her way to where you're standing.
“Then you’re showering, cuz’ seriously,” She huffs, making a disgruntled face at Joel, which made you chuckle. Joel only deadpans as she moves past you. “You too!” She hauls back as she absentmindedly points in your direction.
That made both of your eyebrows shoot up, sputtering for an answer. Your eyes briefly meet Joels, a slight smirk tugging on his lips, before you yourself huffed out a laugh. “I should…” You falter, unable to think of an excuse, before jogging to join Ellie in the house.
Ellie finished her shower quickly, clad in the red shirt she picked and the long sleeves she must've taken out of the box. When she exits the room to find you waiting in the hallway, your pile of clothes a bit taller than her, and arches a brow. “A lot of layers,”
“I get cold easily,” You shrug, making her nod and promptly go downstairs.
After making sure the door locks, you start to discard your tattered clothes, pulling out your hoodie to also discard it, sticky with grime and dirt. You carefully set your binder on the sink and finally relish the feeling of steady water beating down your body.
Once you’re dry with a towel hanging on your hips, you take out the body tape and fasten a makeshift binder, not too tight to avoid any mishaps. Your dirty binder has been washed under the faucet, so it's now wrung dry enough to be in a plastic bag and shoved into your pack. You put your hair in a towel wrap while you put on deodorant, then the clothes you picked out, zipping up the pants and fastening a belt around it. Pulling on the top, then a t-shirt over it, before a jacket to top it off. You pull off the towel from your hair, leaving it damp enough for it to dry in the wind.
As you walk to the door, a mirror stands just next to it. You spot your reflection, no longer with streaks of dried blood and dirt, hair array from days without proper cleaning. A man with deep eye bags but an otherwise put-together demeanor stares back. You smile, arranging your drying hair a bit, before exiting the room.
You meet Ellie downstairs, looking around and touching the various items scattered about the still-warm house. You make your way to the dining table, and the unfinished food on the table makes a gnawing feeling in your gut appear. Not the rotting stench, but something significant happened here, if you could judge the wine glasses sat neatly next to each other, now supporting dust instead of its usual amber contents. You swallow down the feeling of what has happened and instead take a seat in the vacant area of the table, pointedly away from the rotting food. As Ellie paces around, you take out your book, flipping through the pages of various notes and entries you’ve written.
You pick out one dried lily you pressed months ago. “See? Dead flowers,” Ellie turns to you, before she spots the flower you’re holding and chuckles.
“There's a lot out front y’know,” She adds. You hum and nod, before returning back to your pages.
Joel enters the house just as you turn a page. You smile, nodding to the stairs behind the dividing wall. “Showers all yours,” You said. He assesses you, taking a second too long which makes you break eye contact, our eyes back to your book, a steady heat growing on your face. Then he glances at Ellie before he nods and heads to the stairs. Ellie gives you a look once, twice, before she smirks and continues her poking.
A couple of minutes passes, before you hear a sequence of steps, a muffled ‘oh shit’ maybe coming from Ellie, then you pick your head up from the deep pages and find Ellie standing in front of Joel, combed back curls, highlighting his steadily graying edges, beard shaved neatly, a fitting plaid t-shirt and dark jeans are what he picked from the box, it seems. “Well, don't you look pretty,”
“I agree,” Ellie joins before you can explode from the embarrassing compliment you sputter out.
“Shut up,” Joel answers, throwing the deodorant you wore earlier into Ellie’s hands. You don't miss the tint of red on Joel's ears, highlighted by the sun coming from the front door.
“Nice,” She begins to put it on, before you gape.
“Wait, you didn't put it on?”
“What, I didn't see it!” She retorts, putting the cap back on.
“Ellie, ew,” The girl throws the deodorant at you, which you caught easily, both of you giggling.
“Come on you two,” Joel huffs from the door. Ellie quickly puts her pack on as you put your book inside yours, securing it on your back.
You help Joel with the gear on the pick-ups tub, making sure it’s secured and putting the water-proof tarp over it. Joel and Ellie get in the car as you open the garage door, then slide in yourself into the back seat. Ellie’s eyes practically shine as she prods at the car's dashboard, pulling down the vanity mirror, then messing with the rearview before she pushes it, promptly displaying you in the backseat and Joel next to her.
“It’s your first time in a car?” He stares at the curious girl.
“It’s like a spaceship,” She answers, still in a trance as she prods at the AC flap.
“No, it's like a piece of shit Chevy S10,” Joel’s answer makes you chuckle from the back seat, rearranging your pack. “But it’ll get us there, I think.”
“Seatbelt,” Ellie turns to Joel, a slight confusion in her eyes, before Joel sighs and pulls the belt over her then hands the rest to Ellie. “Seatbelt.”
She grins, then clicks the seatbelt in place. “So cool,”
You grin from where you’re sat, Joel spotting you from the rearview mirror, your eyes meet briefly which makes you duck your head, settle into the seat and promptly look out the window. Joel starts the car and it hums to life, you can feel the engine purring from the recharged battery and fuel.
Ellie fumbles and opens the compartment under her, pulling out a cassette tape. Joel notices the girl grinning from what she found. “Would ya leave it,”
“Put it back. Ellie,” Joel's exasperated tone only spurs Ellie more as she slides it into the radio, already pressing play. Your grin matches Ellie's as a melody begins to fill the car, eyes on the various houses you pass. Ellie clearly doesn't recognize the song, her hand reaching for the stop or skip button, before Joel perks up.
“No, no, leave it. This is good,” He says, turning the car to where the gate is meters away. “This is Linda Ronstadt, y’know who Linda Ronstadt is?”
“You know I don't know who Linda Ronstadt is,” Her deadpan expression makes you chuckle, leaning into the comfy seat as you settle into the song. Joel, as if looking for support, spots you from the rearview and arches a brow. You only shrug with a smile on your lips, nodding.
“Oh man,” Joel glances at the radio, the gate already in front of the car.
“Eh, it's better than nothing,” Ellie smiles, glancing out to the glowing fields, the evening sun already basking its shine on the earth. You sigh, entranced by the singer's voice, clearly to Joel's liking. He pushes the code for the gate and it opens. He puts the remote back, and advances forward, into the road in front.
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It's been months since your first meeting with Joel and Ellie.
Now, settled into Jacksons easy living commune, you live just next door to Joels and Ellies.
You remembered when they both left some weeks ago, something about looking for a lab, but you didn't catch why. You remembered the way Ellie clung to you as they were getting ready to leave. She's grown fond of you, sharing the same humor and references, even if you’re still years older than her. So when her hands shook as it digs into your jacket, you pull her closer as well, letting her bury her head into the crook of your neck. Then you pressed a kiss on her forehead, mumbled ‘Stay safe,’ before she let go then headed to her horse. Then there was Joel.
Joel, who you were once scared of. Who you helped with gathering wood for the fire. Who you shared breakfast with the morning after leaving those houses. Who you caught smirking at Ellie's joke. Who you ran with when Wyoming went to shit. Who let you stay with him and Ellie without you asking, moving through that insane city until you found the brothers. Who you watched bury them when Sam turned. Who was the gracious ticket that let you into Jacksons.
Whom you’ve grown feelings for.
When he was about to leave, you were hesitant to touch him. Anything beyond a helping hand on his arm or shoulder was a breach, so you’ve always kept your hand to yourself. That's what you thought until Joel pulls you into him, almost pushing all of the oxygen out of you. You returned the embrace with equal strength, blinking away the worry gathering in your eyes. It lasted long enough before he pulled back and joined Ellie on the horse. The massive gates opened just slightly, before the two exits, unknown to you how long they’ll leave. Or if they’ll even come back.
But they did, with the two closer than ever.
Now, the three of you simply live in Jacksons. A shout away from each other. Sometimes Ellie would come by, unannounced of course, and hang on your couch while you do chores. Sometimes she’ll look around your collection of books that you salvaged from each import of stuff every month. She’ll find something that interests her and borrow it, bringing it back to her house. On the rare chance that you cook, she’ll stay to eat, asking if you made the food yourself or if it came from a recipe. You'd bat at her arm, saying ‘Of course it’s from a recipe Ellie, y’know I’ll burn the house down.’ And she'll laugh.
Sometimes she brings Joel over. He stays for coffee while Ellie is busy with something. Sometimes you two talk, about something or nothing. About the on-goings of Jacksons. About your shift at the community school and theater. About his shifts on patrols and fixing up old buildings for repurposes. Sometimes just to sit and drink, basking in the pure joy of watching Ellie scuttle around, finding things of interest, and asking you questions about your latest project. Those times are when he’ll shuffle closer, hesitant near your lax stance as you laugh at what Ellie said. He’ll put his cup down and carefully, oh so slowly, brush his hands against yours, and you’ll blink, red steadily growing up your neck. You smile then, relaxing your hand, letting Joel set the pace. Then finally, in the privacy of your house, between Joel and you, he laces his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hands burns yours. But you endure, even welcoming his slightly shaking hold, and you’ll squeeze tight. You turn your head to meet Joel's dark browns, the creases on the side of his eyes dent slightly as he smiles, and you smile too, dropping your head to his broad shoulder.
Then Ellie would look at your entwined hands and scoff. “That's so gay,”
Joel would immediately cross his arms while he retorts that she is also gay, and Ellie would quip back another snarky response. You’d laugh, holding your middle and trying not to stumble from where you stand.
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Pinky, please hit me. My brain doesn't let me sleep! My Lynel infested brain rather put more ideas in my head after my own Headcanon with Bunny!Legend. I ask a Lynel to smack me later, seriously.
That's the first time I do a modern Reader and they are messy. Not in the hygiene or character compartment. Okay, kinda with hygiene but their fighting is messy. So what about a WWE wrestler Reader?
Reader is a professional, so they know how to hurt anybody, monsters included. Also they may not seem like it but they are really strong. So if the group ever asks to fight against Twilight, they probably ask, if they do wrestling or Sumo because those are two different pairs of shoes.
Obviously it's Sumo as Twilight doesn't know how to wrestle. But nobody ever expected Twilight to lose in mere minutes. Even if Reader is smaller than him, they fight for a living, literally. They know how to handle big guys like him.
But if they do wrestling oh god have mercy on them. They ask the bloody or not bloody wrestling style and the group is shocked as they never had a wrestler in their group or in Hyrule. They don't know what comes with it and as soon as Reader explains it, they cover Wind's and Hyrule's ears.
They probably met Reader as they heard fighting nearby and rushed there to help. But nobody expected such a bloody scene.
„Holy Shit, what the fuck happened here?“ nobody could reprimand Wind as that's what they all were thinking.
Blood and monster guts everywhere and one single person standing in the midst of this bloody chaos, Reader. They choke a bokoblin at the moment and Reader is strong enough to snap their arm in two. Some even went to puke for a moment, Sky and Hyrule, as they saw how deformed the faces of the monsters were.
Reader themself was covered in blood from red to black and guts, many guts and some hearts. Except for the guys and hearts they are used to having blood all over them, nevermind if it's theirs or someone else's. After Reader killed the last creature as they jump down from a tree and strike that thing down with their elbow. They walk away like nothing happened. Well, they look for a river or some water source to wash themself.
The whole Chain has two thoughts, first they obviously don't belong here, maybe from later Hyrule or even a hero from the future, and two don't have them as your enemy. They could kill someone like Time without breaking a sweat in their mind.
Meanwhile Reader washes themself in a river and grumbles about all the shit that happened to them. They went home from work and wanted to relax but suddenly they dropped into a completely different land and fought monsters. If Reader knows Hyrule and the Links is Readers choice.
But as soon as they got sucked into the group. Wild and Wind ask about Reader teaching them and they do, just don't the most brutal moves they know. Twilight is happy that his pup and Wind learn some hand to hand combat if it ever comes down to that. Reader also lifts Twilight up like nothing and if Reader is as small as Four. People are even more scared. Small people are scary like Chihuahuas they may look small and fragile but as soon as you rile them up your dead.
But they probably go around and look for gauntlets for Reader so they don't bruise their knuckles too bad. Well, Reader has a pair of knuckle-duster/ brass knuckles and they see no problem with it or their bruised knuckles, it comes with the job like knowing where to punch so your opponent only gets hardly air in their lungs.
After Reader explains that it's good for business if it gets bloody, the more bloody the better the pay. Sky loses faith in the future of Hyrule after they explain that they are human. Twilight loses faith in humanity. So now they have to explain that they aren't from Hyrule but Earth and it's their job! They beat other humans and vice versa. They do that for a living, they are a professional. If they are popular or not I let Reader decide. But Wind finds them super cool even if they are covered in blood after every fight they have moves where everyone says "Uh!" And grimace with pain like they are the monster that gets beaten up.
Oh dear....
Reader takes "beating them to a bloody pulp" quite literally.
"It's good for business!"
Cue horrified looks.
I don't actually think Hyrule would be all that scarred/freaked out by it since (1.) his Hyrule is the worst by definition so who knows what he saw and (2.) he was able to talk to Wild about his horrific damage from, you know, dying.
Sky is a goner though. Poor guy never stood a chance.
Even Twilight has to admit that it might be much and he mauls some monsters to death. At least he has the teeth for it. Reader is going in elbow dropping on monster's faces and snapping necks.
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Love at first strike
It all started on an average Tuesday. He hadn't thought much of it at the time. How was he to know his life would be changed in an instant that day?
Dali couldn't help it. Really, it was inevitable. There was no running or weaseling his way out of it. He had fallen and fallen hard.
He could still remember it all vividly. The chatter in the halls the sunlight pouring through the windows. Walking into the library and ready to greet the newest suck- Librarian that was hired.
***SMACK***
He never saw that broom coming. He's hit directly in the face and falls backward. Staring up at them from his spot on the floor, he watches them chasing some creature around the aisles.
"GET BACK HERE YOU MENACE!!! LITERATURE EATING PEST!!!! OUT!!! GET OUT OF THIS LIBRARY!!!" They scream repeatedly, swatting it with the broom.
How was Dali supposed to know that the beating on his heart and the flushed face he wore were signs of love? He thought he had been caught off guard! Surprised!
All he could say was he never regretted stepping into the library that day. He remembered laughing his ass off as he watched the chase. How the rage in their eyes shone brightly.
The cute way their tail twitched. The cry of victory they had let out once they had successfully disposed of the creature. A furious little imp with a mighty swing to match.
A little psychopath on a rampage as you got everything organized. Forcing your will onto him and making him help. All without introductions or an apology for hitting him.
"How can anyone find anything? This is a learning environment! You're supposed to help the children find things they have an interest in or have trouble understanding, not hide everything!"
Tossing rags of cobwebs away and disposing of long forgotten snacks left on the shelf. They continued ranting vividly about strangling the previous caretaker of the library. So cute!
Their furrowed brows. The puffed cheeks. The frustrated huffs as they vigorously scrubbed the library clean from top to bottom.
It looks like a reverse hurricane sweeping by. Leaving nothing but order behind instead of chaos. How amusing!
At this point, Dali had forgotten his reason for coming and just handed them things on occasion while watching them do the impossible. "Flithy! Disgusting! When was the last time this place was clean?"
That was a fair question. He watched as they swept clouds of dust into the air. For as long as he could remember the library if babyls had been a mess.
More focused on gaining knowledge than organizing it. Yet here, this newcomer was only a few hours into the job and halfway finished cleaning. He wondered if it was some kind of magic.
"And none of these are organized! It will take days to sort out!!! Do we even have a master list of the books here?!?"
Dali can't help but chuckle mischievously at the biting remark thrown his way. "Oh... I'm sure we do. Somewhere around here..." Casually leaning against one of the shelves as he drawed out his words.
That, of course, earned him a new smack. This time with a duster. What was it with them and constantly hitting his poor face?
***SMACK***
Speaking of which, he snapped out of his reminiscence by a familiar ache. He stares at the demon in question. The imp has the nerve to smack him again with the paperwork in their hand.
"Just look at all this paperwork! I didn't take this job to sign papers all day long! I did it to relax in a cozy place with books!" They huffed.
"Awww, don't be like that, dear." He wraps his arms around their waste, admiring how their tail gave a small wiggle. "Why don't I sit with you to pass the time?"
"I feel like you're just hiding from your own mountain of papers." "Mmm, I do have many essays to grade." He rests his head against theirs.
"But I'd love to do my work with you by my side." He purrs softly, making them blush and shove his face away. "Alright, alright. So needy."
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haikaveh oneshots
kaveh frowns seeing the surplus food in the fridge.
no, not because of his "lack of favourites" (to which there are many soups, thank you.), but it's rather due to the fact that alhaitham's food was also in the fridge. all of it.
kaveh's not dumb, he can pick up on his roommate's eating habits quickly. especially the significant lack of appetite. (urgh, this one worries kaveh the MOST.) but not to the extent of leaving food out altogether.
hence, kaveh makes one very quick trip to the bazaar to grab a quick snack for alhaitham. this one recently hit the shelves, and kaveh's sure that alhaitham would most definitely enjoy this. "taste supersedes presentation.." kaveh can already hear alhaitham's voice boring into his skull.
well, that's the whole reason kaveh fell in love with him in the first place. kaveh returns home with a skip in his step, rapting his knucles kightly on alhaitham's door before entering.
"haitham?" his voice takes on a softer tone, peering inside the dimly lit room. "oh, عزیزم, are you.. alright?" kaveh's warm gaze landed on the pile and mountain of books stacked upon one another, alhaitham's hair in a tight grasp. if kaveh didnt know any more, he could say alhaitham is one tick away from completely losing his hold onto his sanity.
kaveh repeats the soft nickname. "عزیزم?"
only then does alhaitham look up, circular glasses slipping off his nose.
alhaitham's cracked voice mumbles out. "حبيبي .."
"my sweet boy, are you alright?" kaveh immediately rushed to alhaitham's side, his food left forgotten on the table. kaveh's hands cupped his cheeks slowly, fingers softly brushing across his cheeks. his red eyes took one look across the table and the numerous coffee mug stains and lets out a tut.
"alhaitham. what did i tell you about proper sustenance?" at this point, kaveh's just playing with his hair, alhaitham's face buried into his waist as his buff hands (feeble scholar my ass!) wrapped tightly around his waist. "mmmfhh.." came alhaitham's reply, a little muffled.
"okay okay, just.. be sure to eat your food, alright? the aunties at the bazaar gave me these free food, and it's fresh, so be sure to eat it while it's hot! and.. jeez, alhaitham. stop drinking so much coffee! i'm starting to think that your blood is pure caffeine."
alhaitham nods at his words, burying his face furthur into kaveh's body.
a smile blossomed on kaveh's face.
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babe in persian = عزیزم
حبيبي= my love in arabic
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kaveh was (again) dusting off the numerous books that lined every inch of their house, when he spots a surprisingly new book. his fingers traced the words on the spine as he read the title.
"28 recipes for Soups! (most loved by moms and grandmas alike!)"
that got kaveh thinking. he clearly didn't purchase this, and both alhaitham and him didn't receive any cookbooks as presents. cyno and tighnari don't really care for food, and he doesn't know any chef that might have lent him this book. that only leaves one option - alhaitham purchased this book.
.. what for?? kaveh is confused. has alhaitham even expressed any interest in cooking?
whatever. kaveh shoves that book into the back of his mind before continuing on.
it isn't literally 5 minutes later that he finds yet another cookbook on alhaitham's shelves.
"okay. what the fuck. did these multiply or what?" kaveh pulled the book out of the shelf and scanned it again.
"27 new recipes for Soups! (limited edition, new stock!)
limited-?! alarm bells immediately go off in kaveh's head. limited? alhaitham is definitely the type to go scrambling after a book when he discovers that there's limited stock, claiming "he must have it!" and it's "a precious rarity". but a.. cookbook? alhaitham's worries extends to this type of books too?
jeez.
out of curiosity, kaveh placed the duster down on a nearby table before flipping the book open. one recipe catches his eye.
"...cream mushroom soup...liyue parsley... matsutake mushrooms and enoki mushrooms..." kaveh mumbles to himself. why does all these ingredients sound so familiar?
it clicks in his head. it's what he ate yesterday.
wait. wait. alhaitham... specially went out of his way to buy this limited edition book, learn to cook to the best of his ability, did all of this.. for him?
a warm feeling tugs at his heart.
the very next night, alhaitham flips open the book to see a green (the very shade of his little dendro mirrors too!) post-it on the next recipe.
"thank you for all you do love. even buying the limited edition books, hmm? <3
- k 💛"
crimson red blooms all over alhaitham's pale face.
what a tease.
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this is doing very little to help alhaitham's stress.
alhaitham and kaveh promised to go visit and see nilou's dance at zubayr theatre, even though alhaitham's autism and sensory issues make it a problem for him to be comfortable in the crowded grand bazaar. this, kaveh knows.
so when kaveh turns his head to look at alhaitham, in a moment of pure madness, alhaitham tries to mask his discomfort by flashing a small smile.
kaveh immediately gets suspicious.
alhaitham isn't one to smile. especially not at performances. the only time theres ever a curl upwards on his lips is when he's reading a book, and mocking the author for their "extreme lack of knowledge" and their "stupidity knows no bounds.". once, kaveh even heard him utter "common sense is apparently not common anymore. what kind of nonsense are these authors spilling into their books? they don't deserve their works published. goodness."
that was the most hatred kaveh has ever seen anyone express to an inanimate object. yes, kaveh's rantings to mehrak isn't counted! he isn't even that heated when ranting! and mehrak isn't inanimate! ugh!
kaveh grips alhaitham's forearms tighter. "oh? crap."
a tear rolls down alhaitham's cheeks. "kaveh, people keep touching me and i-"
"i'm sorry lovely.. i shouldn't have dragged you through a crowd. i wasn't thinking."
kaveh brings up a hand to caress alhaitham's cheeks.
"let's go home, okay?"
they both fall in step to walk home together.
"we can invite the others for dinner later." kaveh's hand tightly grips alhaitham's.
"is that okay?"
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` i feel like i need to explain here. whilst i'm not autistic myself, i watched aimee's videos (shwimzii on tiktok, go check her videos out, theyre great!) and this oneshot mostly revolves around the nilou's dance tiktok (the thumbnail is nilou, here's the link)
alhaitham is depicted overwhelmed by the sensory overload and starts to cry, hence i implemented this into the story. if there's anything wrong with it or anything i had written wrongly, please don't hesitate to tell me!
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kaveh comes across a picture of alhaitham and him in their old akademiya uniforms.
he picks up the frame and examines the picture.
archons, they look super young. like, dont have eyebags under their eyes young. like, no callouses and ink stains on their hands young.
"kaveh? what's that..?" alhaitham walked over to kaveh's side, hand wrapping around his waist. kaveh flushes at this. even though they've been dating for so long, kaveh still feels like a young schoolboy in love.
which takes them back to this picture.
"oh. i recall now. i remember when i had stuck to your side alot, since..."
kaveh patiently waits for alhaitham to finish his sentence.
"my grandmother and parents had recently passed away."
kaveh swears alhaitham's grip on him tightens.
"oh, عزیزم.."
kaveh mumbles out, placing a chaste kiss to alhaitham's cheek.
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"hello! i'm kaveh, a second year student at the akademiya, assigned to guide you! what's your name?"
alhaitham looks at the hand extended to him.
"oookay, no name then! what darshan are you in? i'm in kshahrewar, the architecture darshan!"
it takes a while for alhaitham to mumble out a soft "haravatat."
"ooh, haravatat! that's a rare darshan due to the complicated runes!" kaveh beams at the boy's response.
alhaitham nods silently.
"well then, shall we explore the school? mr..."
this time, alhaitham responds rather quickly.
"alhaitham. my name is alhaitham."
"what a beautiful name! let's go around the school, okay alhaitham? it's big, so it's easy to get lost."
alhaitham followed kaveh around the school.
surprise surprise, when they reached the library, alhaitham immediately turned on his feet and left.
"hey, what? what's going on?" kaveh asked, very confused about alhaitham's apparent dislike of the library.
"i have no need for the library."
at kaveh's confusion, alhaitham further elaborates.
"i have more resources at home."
alhaitham following kaveh around proves to be a common sight around the akademiya. there's even a new joke floating around.
"whereever the blonde goes, the falcon follows."
haha, very funny.
alhaitham's relation to the falcon is an interesting one, however. the falcon is not a common rune to be found in, however, alhaitham's studies usually tend to revolve around runes of the sort revolving around this particular animal. kaveh swears he even saw a carving of the falcon on alhaitham's desk. and it's not just falcons too, all kinds of birds were present in alhaitham's home.
it was kinda cute, if kaveh's being honest. he wonders if he should tell alhaitham about the pet bird he has.
"alhaitham, you seem to be interested in birds!" kaveh mentions in the akademiya's cafeteria, seeing alhaitham engrossed in a book.
"mhm! there's many different species of birds, but my favourite personally is the falcon. did you know that like fennec foxes, falcons mate for life? and that peregerine falcons are able to migrate 15,500 miles every year! and..." alhaitham continues to ramble excitedly about different bird facts, mostly falcon related.
"say, alhaitham, why do you like vultures and falcons so much?" kaveh asks one day.
"mm, no idea. vultures are just, cool, i guess. and falcons..they were my mother's favourite. i try to think about her, remember her, but it's hard. the only way i feel like i can really honor her is to.. well, research something about her. it's.. painful, to say the least. but it hurts less with you."
a fond smile erupts on kaveh's lips.
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day after day, alhaitham finds himself running his fingers through kaveh's hair again and again.
it's so smooth, so silky..
that's why alhaitham took it upon himself to maintain kaveh's hair.
he observed the crappy shampoos that kaveh uses. it's not good quality, and it's too rough on the scalp. unacceptable.
alhaitham knows that good shampoos are sold in sumeru. in the grand bazaar. that crowded place.
he grits his teeth.
"kaveh, i'm going out for a while. be back soon."
"oh, okay handsome, stay safe!" kaveh's voice rings out from the study.
not even a mere 10 minutes later, alhaitham returns home, with a weird plastic packaging that he's holding onto like it's a lifeline, and evident tear stains on his cheeks.
"..alhaitham? what's wrong? love, did you go somewhere crowded? oh dear, come in, don't stand outside! my love, are you okay?" kaveh rattles off questions, and alhaitham can merely stand there.
"i bought this for you." alhaitham took out a bottle of shampoo, the price tag clearly scratched off.
"it's for you. i know you dont do well with expensive gifts, but.. i want you to accept this."
his gift is met with kaveh's lips on his lips, capturing him in a soft kiss as kaveh wraps his hand around alhaitham's neck.
"i love you, so much."
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Space Corp. Directive #1215225
For some ungodly reason, you fancy the second technician, but you’d be damned if you ever admitted it.
Pairing: Arnold Rimmer x (F) Reader
Warnings: smut
Chapter One: Dreams
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The night was black and cold. Nothing new there. But for some reason, your bed felt different. Warmer. Less empty than usual.
Then hands slipped between your thighs and spread them. But you weren’t afraid. Somehow, you knew who was touching you, even if for some reason, you couldn’t really register it right now.
The hands pressed down until the sides of your legs were almost touching the mattress, then you felt whoever it was press their mouth to your soft skin, and kiss their way across the insides of your thighs like they’d been there before and knew the place like the back of their hand. That was to say, they knew exactly where to kiss, where to drag their tongue, where to nip with their teeth.
Soon you were moaning softly, your hands bunching up the covers as they drifted lower and lower until finally, they reached exactly where you needed them.
A deep moan rolled through you, echoed by whoever was between your thighs. That’s when it hit you, like a hammer striking a bell. That voice, it was so familiar it made your skin come up in goosebumps. Then they looked up, meeting your gaze with a devilish yet lopsided smile. Rimmer. It was Rimmer.
His lips were shining in the low light; you were dripping down his chin, down the column of his neck to his bare chest. He looked half-drunk with pleasure as he shot you a grin, then Rimmer bent his head and dragged his tongue over you, moaning your own name against you.
You woke so abruptly, you weren’t sure where you were for a moment. You sat up, adrenaline flooding through you, and promptly smacked your head against the empty bunk above you.
Heart pounding in your chest, you stared at the blank grey wall beside you as you rubbed your head and filled your lungs with the cold, recycled air.
It took you several moments to remember what it was that had awoken you so suddenly, then flashes of your dream whooshed through your mind, the sight of Rimmer with his face buried between your thighs, his moans rolling through you, his long fingers pressing into your skin as he ate you out like he needed it to survive.
You shook your head, your eyes squeezing shut as you pushed the thought away. You’d had many lows in your life, being stuck aboard a rust bucket in deep space with four sort-of men being one of them, but this was a new depth.
“What the fuck.”
/
Later that day, you somehow found yourself helping Kryten clean the corridors of C Deck. It wasn’t like you had a lot else to do, and the mechanoid was amusing in his own way.
You sat on top of his cleaning trolley, passing him anything he needed, a mop, a duster, or a sharp-smelling acidic cream he used often. The only thing that could lift the stains left by Mr. Lister’ he’d said.
“Kryten?” you asked, although you hated yourself for even entertaining your own stupid curiosity. “Do you know much about dreams?”
Kryten’s head twitched about on his neck, the way it always did when he was thinking.
“Human dreams? Not really, ma’am. Why do you ask?”
You shrugged.
“Oh, just curious.”
“Well, I know that dreams happen when someone is in a state of deep sleep, and many cultures have tried to determine why indeed lifeforms need to do it. Some say it’s simply the brain’s way of filtering and filing away all it has processed that day. But as dreams are often highly emotive, some argue it’s the mind’s way of expressing one’s unconscious desires and wishes.”
Desires and wishes. You pulled a face. You didn’t wish for Rimmer to do anything, and you certainly didn’t desire anything about him. He was a twat, a hologram, a cowardly idiot who you happened to get on with sometimes.
“So either they mean nothing or… Everything,” you summarised.
“Precisely, ma’am.” Kryten made what could be interpreted as an apologetic expression. “I did say I knew very little about it.”
Hoping the mechanoid wouldn’t notice your embarrassment, you asked,
“Do you know if it means anything if you dream about a specific person?”
“It probably means you’ve been thinking about them a lot. They have entered your subconscious.”
You huffed.
“That can’t be right.”
“Why, madam? Who did you dream about?”
“I didn’t say I did!”
“Forgive me, you just seemed to have someone in mind.”
You eyed Kryten warily.
“Can mechanoids keep secrets?”
“We can try. I am programmed to take care of you, ma’am. I suppose that falls under the umbrella.”
“Rimmer.”
“What about him?”
“That’s who I dreamt about.”
“Oh.”
The corridor was suddenly very quiet.
You almost laughed. You’d never seen an android look shocked almost to the point of disappointment before.
“Problem?”
“My apologies.” Kryten did his version of a laugh. “Get to you, did he? He rattles on about so much useless flim-flam, I’m surprised I don’t dream about him too.”
“It wasn’t like that. It was… A good dream.”
“A good dream about Mr. Rimmer, ma’am?”
Cheeks burning, you closed your eyes before admitting,
“It was kind of a sexy dream.”
If Kryten could blush, you were sure he’d be red as a tomato. You still hadn’t opened your eyes so it could be a possibility. Stranger things had happened on Red Dwarf. Like you having a sex dream about the idiot second technician who irritated you at least seven times a day.
“Oh, my.” Kryten was so shocked, he stopped dusting. “About Mr. Rimmer?”
“Yes! Is that so hard to believe?”
“Humans are fascinating. Well, I suppose you do spend a lot of time together.”
“I spend a lot of time with all of you. There’s not a lot of places to go.”
“You’re right, ma’am. I just meant, if Mr. Rimmer needs help with something, it’s usually you he asks. If you’re bored and want to play some kind of game or planet hop, it’s usually Mr. Rimmer you ask to go with you.”
You pulled a face. You supposed that was true. It was complicated. As much as he annoyed you and tried to boss you around, Rimmer was always your first choice and he was yours. Something neither of you were at all used to.
“You promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“I cross my metal heart.”
That made you smile. Sometimes, these men you called friends really were sweet. Well, perhaps ‘sweet’ was a strong word. As was ‘men.’
“What do you think it means, Kryten?”
“Probably nothing, ma’am. I wouldn’t worry about it. From what I know about the human subconscious, you have no control over your dreams and so have absolutely no reason to feel embarrassed or disgusted or like you need to poke out your own eyeballs.”
You shot the mechanoid a dark look but he was too busy setting up the hoover to notice.
“You said you don’t know very much about human dreams. Do mechs dream?”
“Those with an imagination do.”
“What do you dream about, Kryten?”
“Dusting, mostly.”
/
The door to your quarters slid open without your say so. You were about to rage at Holly, what on earth was she doing letting people in without asking permission? But then the very person you’d been avoiding all week strode into your room and your indignation sank to an awkward shyness.
Rimmer crossed his arms over his chest, his face stern and obstinate.
“Come on, then. Out with it.”
You lowered the book you’d been pretending to read for the last hour.
“What’s that?”
“You’ve been avoiding me for three days now. I must’ve done something wrong in your eyes, so just tell me so I can pretend to feel sorry and we can go back to normal.”
“You’re a real charmer, Arnie. You know that?”
Even the name. It pinged up like a neon sign in your head. No one else called him that. You didn't even call him that when anyone else was around. In fact, you were pretty sure Rimmer would kick up a fuss if you did.
But on the rare occasion it was just the two of you, you called him Arnie and he let you, and he, in turn, seemed more relaxed and, shockingly, almost happy. You didn’t tease him relentlessly like the others did, so the bar was very low, but you had a sneaking suspicion Rimmer actually really liked you.
Rimmer sighed so deeply, it seemed to knock all the strength from his hologrammatic body.
“Come on, I’m bored,” he whined, flopping into one of the chairs around the table in the centre of your quarters.
You just sighed and hid your face behind your book again.
“I’m not avoiding you, Arn. I just needed some time on my own.”
“To do what?”
“I don’t know! Read! Paint! Build a scale model of the Taj Mahal out of coffee stirrers! Anything to get away from all the bloody testosterone in this place for a while.”
It got so quiet in the room, the only sign that he hadn’t given in and swanned off to bother someone else was that the door hadn't swished open and closed.
You glanced up. Rimmer was still looking at you. You sighed and almost told him to get lost but then he said,
“Is this something to do with that dream you had?”
It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over your head. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, you just stared, wide-eyed and panicked. The book fell from your hands and you scrambled to catch it.
“What dream?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound half as squeaky as you thought you did.
Rimmer shrugged.
“The one with me in it. Because if I said something horrible, it was probably well-deserved.”
“Who said anything about a dream?”
“Lister did.”
“Lister?”
“He said Cat told him you’d dreamt about me and it seemed to really bother you.”
“Right, hang on,” You held up your hands, trying to make sense of the hellish situation you’d suddenly been dropped into. “How does The Cat know?”
“Kryten told him.”
You blinked, so shocked you could barely think. That souped-up fucking bog brush.
“Come on, tell me. What did I do that was so bad?”
“Nothing! You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why have you been avoiding me!”
“I haven’t!”
“But Lister-”
“Is probably bored too and winding you up, Arnie. Think about it for a second.”
“But you did dream about me.”
“No!” It came out a lot louder than you anticipated but you were just so flustered and embarrassed, you couldn’t help it. “There was no bloody dream. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t do anything at all. There was no dream.”
Strangely, Rimmer seemed disappointed.
“Oh,” he said, an odd sort of look in his eyes. “Well, alright then.” Then he smiled, already standing up to go. “Let’s play chess. See you in five?”
You scoffed. You were in serious danger of getting whiplash from this ridiculous interaction.
“Arnold, you’re shit at chess. You don’t even know how to play.”
“Then you can try teaching me again. Please.”
He pressed his palms together, his eyebrows knitting together imploringly.
To your own utter disbelief, you found yourself giving in with ease. Maybe you liked him more than you realised. How embarrassing.
“Fine. Make it ten minutes.”
Rimmer grinned and sprang from his chair with sudden vigour.
“Thank you!”
He left you to it, probably to go set up the chessboard in the mess.
You watched him go, trying not to let your gaze linger on his figure as he walked away. He was pretty handsome, you supposed. For a beam of projected light, that is.
“Arn?”
“Hm?”
He turned around in the doorframe. He was smiling.
It was such a rare thing to see Rimmer smiling simply because he was happy. It wasn’t a sardonic, sarcastic, or even schadenfreude smile. He was just pleased that you’d agreed to spend time with him, simple as that.
“What else did Lister say?” you asked, though you hardly dared to know.
Rimmer’s mouth twisted in thought, then he shrugged.
“Just that I should ask you what the dream was about and whether it meant he didn’t have to share a bunk with me anymore?”
It took everything in you not to drop your book, run out of the room, find Lister and tell him exactly what you thought of that joke.
“He’s pulling your H. Go on, I’ll see you in a bit.”
After he left, you threw your book against the wall of your bunk. Not too hard, books were rare on Red Dwarf and sometimes, all that kept you sane.
“Fucking mech,” you muttered. “Fucking men.”
/
With Kryten cooking in the mess, The Cat sprawled out and snoring on the settee, and Lister nowhere to be seen, it was as close to a perfect evening as you could get on the ship to nowhere.
You were comfy, wrapped up in blankets to fend off the cold, and winning at chess. You were as happy as you could be, considering your circumstances.
Across the table from you, Rimmer was scowling at the chessboard. Though he claimed to be something of a strategist, the game always got the better of him. You weren’t sure why he kept insisting you play.
He finally pointed at the piece he wanted you to move for him.
You smiled.
“That’s an illegal move, Arn.”
With a huff, he tried to pick up the piece and plunk it somewhere else. He was such a sore loser, it actually made him forget for a moment that he couldn’t touch anything.
“This is a pointless game.”
“You wanted to play.”
“No, I didn’t. I just know you like it.”
You raised your eyebrows.
“That’s why you picked chess?”
“Stupid idea.”
Rimmer, too distracted by the game, didn’t seem to notice he’d made you smile. Uncertain of the warm feeling growing in your chest, you just tried to ignore it and focus on the game.
/
That night, you dreamt of him again. This time, you knew it was him right away.
It was the same story, Rimmer’s big hands parting your thighs, his lips pressing soft kisses to you skin as he grew closer and closer to where you ached for him, then the wonderful, overwhelming warmth of his tongue.
You let your head fall back against the pillow, trying to spread your legs further apart so that Rimmer could press his tongue deeper into you. He was moaning against you, whining and whimpering your name as his hips ground against the mattress, searching of any kind of friction.
It happened just the same as before. He pulled away to meet your gaze with a dizzy grin. His lips glistened, his eyes dark and unfocused.
A tiny part of you, the tiny part that still had a voice when your body had succumbed to dreaming, suddenly sparked.
He wanted to play chess with you because it was your favourite, even though he hated it. He wanted to spend time with you and whined like a little kid when you refused. He liked you, he liked you so much. And he felt so fucking good.
You slipped your fingers through Rimmer’s thick, curly hair and pushed his head back down between your thighs. The moan you got in response was so low and virile, it made your hips jump.
His fingers pressed into your thighs, keeping your legs spread wide as he drank in every bit of you with his teeth, his tongue, his annoyingly perfect lips.
This time when you woke, your hand was down the front of your underwear before you could even open your eyes. You came moaning Rimmer’s name, his real name, and prayed no one on Red Dwarf had heard you.
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The Facility Manager
Alastor x female!maid reader
Summary: Alastor uses his title of the hotel's facility manager as an advantage to be with the new pretty maid. You.
Warnings: Al is VERY flirty, actually.. I Mena (how can you not when you're wearing a hit maids dress am I right?)
A/N- hope y'all enjoy :)
You were hired as the new maid for the Hazbin Hotel. You were quite excited because you believed in the cause and you loved to clean and organize. It was your first day on the job, and the Princess had a simple task for you: dusting. You were dusting something from below, so you had to bend down slightly. That's when you heard a voice that sounded staticky.
“Charming, I haven’t seen you around here before!” The voice struck you out of your thinking space. To your surprise, you turned your attention to the voice—it was a rather tall and slightly handsome deer man who was right at your face. You didn't know how to respond before he did.
“Pleasure to meet you, Dear, just a pleasure! I’m Alastor, the radio demon! You must be the new maid, hmm?” You stood up from your somewhat bent position and brushed off your maid's dress that was black but had red accents. "Yes, yes, I am," you replied, taking a small step back to give the two of you some space. The deer man only smiled.
He hovered over you, then he bent down at the waist as his finger rested under your chin. "You're quite adorable," he complimented you. You weren't sure if your blush had shown, but all in all, Princess Charlie regretted to tell you that the Radio Demon was one at the hotel and two the Facility Manager in the first place, so your interaction between the two of you was just you being shocked.
"Um, thank you?" you replied, and the smile that he seemed to be wearing this whole interaction only got bigger. Then he said, "You'll be working for me, I'll be keeping a close eye on you." Confused, you told him, "Well, the princess said I'll be working for everyone, technically."
"In a way, yes," Alastor hissed as he drew a finger down your exposed chest due to the uniform that was given to you. You definitely blushed, and he most definitely noticed. Angel Dust, the fellow pink spider, had told you about his nickname for the demon: tall, dark, and creepy. And in this scenario, you would agree, but you had a feeling that he was flirting with you. Was he?
"I... um should get back to work..." you said, picking up your duster. But he didn't seem to get the hint. "Oh, don't be so silly! You can take a small break..." Before you could respond, he leaned in close again to your face, and you only just looked up at him as a response. "Take a break." Your heart started to pound in your chest all of a sudden due to the close proximity.
Most certainly didn't help when he ever so slightly moved closer to where you could feel his breath on your lips. "Mr. Alastor, I—" you began, but certainly was shut down. He covered your mouth with his claw with another wide grin.
"Oh, but it's only just getting fun." What did he mean by that?
"I need to get back to work," you pushed once more, but of course, the man LOVED to invade everyone's personal space, so he pushed back. He knew he was making you flustered, so he only kept it going by placing his other hand on your shoulder.
"I said, you're taking a short break," Alastor said with hooded eyes almost and a closed-lipped smile. You had to get away from the conversation and wanted to veer away from it. "Could you show me to where I'll be staying?" you asked. His eyes got wider with a head tilt, the Radio Demon said, "Of course," he purred while placing a claw on your lower back and leading you towards a door, his eyes closed and head up before the two of you stopped in front of the door.
Alastor holds the door open for you to your room. You walked in. "Now, my room is right next to yours, so it won't be an issue if you ever need me, dear."
"Great... thanks," you said. Of course, he put your room right next to yours; the two of you share walls, just what you had ever wanted. Placing your bag on the bed, feeling Alastor press against your back, "You're welcome," he whispered with a smirk. You paused.
"Now, I'll be keeping a close eye on you, so be sure to behave," you gulped, and Alastor took a step back as you just looked at him. He laughed and patted your head. "So serious."
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight. my dear" Alastor placed a hand on your hip and whispered again. Your heart pounded in your chest. Alastor then shut the door softly, leaving you just standing there, rethinking what just happened. Then you decided to finish getting settled in and then going to bed. An hour or two later, there was a soft knock on your door. Groaning, you got up and were in your PJs, opening the door. He stood there, looking down at you. "...Can I come inside for a moment?"
"I um, suppose." He nodded and walked into your room as he looked at the progress you made of settling in before looking back at you.
"Now, you must be tired, no?"
"I am."
"Alright then... let me make you... 'a bit more comfortable. "He steps closer, and what did he mean by that? Your heart sank. Truly. "Actually, I'm okay..." You didn't care if he heard the terror in your voice; there was no way that you were going to get down to the supposed Facility Manager on your first day.
"Oh? You're turning down my kindness?" He said as he took a small step forward. "I'm comfortable but thank you."
"Hm... are you sure?" His neck cranked to the side, and he was now dangerously getting close to you. Only inches now stood between you two. Your back had hit the bed, and you were laying on top of the covers.
"You... sure you're comfortable?" He was still staring down at you.
"Yes, thank you." You said, and he leaned down again, a few millimeters away from your lips, he had that small closed-lipped smile again. He reached for the blanket to put over you.
"Goodnight, again." A sinister grin spread across his face. "...Sleep well, my darling."
You went to sleep and was ready for your second day of being the Hazbin Hotels maid.
HERE'S THE PICTURE OF THE DRESS I DESIGNED :D
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reflection: Her
Description: An idol who loves art and a museum curator who makes art. With their slightly crazy friends, a 9-week deadline , a world tour, and a big secret, what could possibly go wrong?
NOTE: This is a fanfiction. Any resemblance to actual people is a coincidence. This story is from my brain and not real life.
My phone dinged right as I got off the bus. I glanced down as I start walking, it was a calendar alert "BTS concert TOMORROW". My heart skipped a beat and I couldnt help but do a quick happy dance. It's finaly happening, the thing I had been waiting on for MONTHS was finally tomorrow! With that happy reminder in the back of my head I waltzed through the doors of the museum where I worked, ready to start another day, a little happier than normal.
"Good morning y/n", said Bill the front door guard "you seem a lot more awake today than normal, finally get coffee before work?"
"Ha. Ha. Ha Bill, you're hilarious! The concert I've been waiting absolute months for is finally tomorrow, I'm just super excited!"
"Oh, those pretty boys you constantly listen to, right?" said Bill.
"Theyre called BTS Bill" I mumbled under my breath. Bill is about 70 years old and is like my work Grandpa. I love him to death, but he doesnt really get the whole kpop thing, he's more of a Willy Nelson type.
"Well, I need to go!" I said as I started walking away. "With the head curator and the other junior curator off at a conference for the rest of the week, I was the one basically running the museum. I was freaking out at first when they told me that they were BOTH going, I mean, I've only been working here 2 years, and I am the junior, JUNIOR curator. That means I get the fun jobs of writing up the placks for the art, or at most dusting the art. I'm not even allowed to touch the art by myself yet, you have to be a junior curator for that.
I get to my desk, because junior JUNIOR curators dont have an office, just a desk in the supply room (closet) and set my purse down on my desk. It was 30 minutes to 10, which was when we opened. I still had time to dust the main exhibit and turn on all the lights before I had to open the doors.
My art museum was a small one, but we had a few really good pieces from some very famous artists, so we drew a modest crowd every day. Honestly, I was really lucky to have this job. Not many people get their dream job right out of college.
I popped in an airpod and turned on my favorite cleaning playlist. Mic drop shuffled on first so of course I danced the chorus as I dusted, dropping my duster at the end of the song like Suga.
I finish up all of my opening tasks and head back to the front desk, as I'm straightening some pamphlets in the front desk, I hear my phone chime. I look down at the screen and see an alert that says
"Sorry y/n, I'm throwing up everywhere, I'm not gonna make it to work today. Xoxo Minha"
"Greaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttt", I think, my good mood vanishing in a flash, I'm completely alone today. Minha is my friend and a year younger than me, she works the front desk. With her gone, I'm going to have to do her job...and then it hits me. I'm ALONE. And I'm supposed to be researching and writing the placks for the new exhibit thats coming next week. Greattttttttttttt.
I check the time, 5 minutes before opening.
"Shiitttttttttttttrake mushrooms" I mutter under my breath as I run to my office...ok desk....and frantically grab my laptop, planner, 3 enormous reference books and my pouch and run back to the front desk. Looks like I'm going to be doing both today. "Curse you Minha", I think to myself as I drop everything on the front desk. I check my phone and I still have 3 and a half minutes till opening. Which is good, because since I hadn't expected to be at the front desk, I had only done minimal makeups....and in my personal experience, people were nicer when I had a more girly makeup style. I grabbed my pouch and got out my favorite (fine, only) yves saint laurent lip tint, it was a beautiful shiny coral pink color and it made me feel like I was a member of twice. I popped it on my lips and went to unlock the door. If I was lucky, maybe it would be an extra slow day and I would be able to get the rest of the placks done.
I....was not lucky. It was a very busy morning. So busy that I didn't have a single minute to even look at my reference books until 12:30.
There was finally a lull as the morning crowd left so I grabbed my reference books and laptop and got to work typing up those placks. I was so engrossed in my research that I didnt notice someone had walked up to the front desk until I heard "uh, excuse me". I was so startled that I let out a high pitched yelp, jumping out of my chair, knocking it over.
Standing at the front desk was a boy. Man? He was very tall, wearing fashionable street wear, a baseball cap that shieled his eyes and a mask covering the lower half of his face.
"Ohmygoodness, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there!" I said quickly, closing my laptop and picking my chair up from the ground.
"Uh...sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you" the man said in a low, soft voice.
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I might be playing a in pathfinder game that my friend is going to GM in like half a year. But because i have no self control I’ve already fully planned out a character and written a multipage backstory and fic about her.
So umm… enjoy?
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Something felt not right about all of it… it was a bad idea. We should’ve just left her well alone.
“Alright, nice and easy.” Brog said as he approached the strange woman. “You’re that girl what’s on all them wanted posters ain’tcha?”
He had his scattergun leveled on her. Birdie was just coming out the bushes with her carbine off to the side. And I had my pistol pointed at her on the other side.
It was supposed to be an easy ambush, we’d heard that she’d come through a small town a few days ago and thought we’d get the drop on her. Lone woman, big price on her head, easy money. But looking at her now… I wasn’t so sure.
She let go of the pack hanging from the strap on her shoulder causing it to slide to the ground with a small thud. “Y’all b-b-best find someone else t-t-to rob,” she said with a noticeable stutter. She pulled her duster back past her hips, revealing the ornate looking pistol just to one side of her belt buckle. She didn’t look like much, just some dusty boots, worn road clothes, and a hat pulled low. Something about her eyes though gave me a sick feeling in my stomach. Those sharp green eyes.
“Ah ah ah, easy now girlie,” Brog said, pulling the hammer back on his gun. “Let’s not get any funny ideas about reachin’ for that fancy piece you got there.” He took another few steps forward. “In fact I’m gonna go ahead and take it off ya.”
“Thhhhis is the last warning you’re gonna g-g-get,” she said. Despite the stutter there was a surety in her voice. Those dangerous eyes glanced around quickly, sizing the three of us up.
Brog laughed as he neared her, “look at you, tryna act tough meanwhile yous stammerin and shakin like a leaf.”
“Thhhhat’s your first mistake,” she said. “Thinking my st-stutter has anything to do with fear.”
“S’at right?” Brog sneered. “Hands behind your back.” He took one final step towards her. She wasn’t a small person but with him being an orc he still towered over her. “And what’s my second mistake?”
She put her hands behind her as she glared up at him high enough for the sun to hit those fierce green eyes. “You’re easily dist-stracted,” she said calmly.
Brog looked down at her with annoyance, “I’ll be takin that gun now,” he said as he reached for the pistol in her holster.
He’d no sooner laid a finger on it before her whole demeanor seemed to shift from stern glaring to simple confusion. “Oh thhhhat gun,” she said brightly. I blinked for just a second and suddenly she had a second pistol drawn from behind her back, pressed up under Brog’s jaw. “I thhhought you meant this one.”
“What the-“ was all he got out before she pulled the trigger and Brog’s head snapped backwards, a mass of blood and one of his tusks went flying out.
“What the fuck!?” Shouted Birdie as she started cycling her carbine as fast as it would fire.
Unfortunately for Birdie the woman stepped past Brog’s falling body, using it as a shield to catch all of the incoming carbine bullets. His body hit the ground as Birdie’s gun clanged empty. The woman fired her pistol again and Birdie collapsed backwards into the bushes.
I raised my gun to defend myself from the terrible mistake we’d all made but as my gaze traveled from Birdie’s final resting place back to the woman I saw her already aiming at me. She fired and my hand was relieved of my gun as well as more than one finger. “Fuck!” I screamed in pain as I fell to my knees. Clutching my remaining fingers I wanted to beg for mercy but I was frozen in fear as she picked up her bag and stepped towards me.
She holstered her gun and pulled a cigar from inside her coat pocket, tucking it between her lips. The whole time she stalked towards me I silently prayed to every god I could think of to spare me. Those terrifying green eyes bore into my soul, as if I was facing judgment for all my sins here and now.
As she came to a stop before me I looked up into the face that would surely be my demise. She held up her hand and snapped her fingers together and to my sheer terror a small flicker of flame appeared on her fingertips. I truly believe that if I had been capable of doing anything other than staring in horror I might have soiled myself in that moment.
She held the small bit of fire up to the cigar and puffed on it once, twice. Closing her eyes and seeming to savor the smoke, before she shook her hand and the flame went out. She opened her eyes and stared into my soul once more before plucking the cigar from her mouth and speaking, “you shhhould get b-better friends,” she said before turning and walking past me down the road.
I watched her walk, unmoving, for I don’t know how long. Long after she’d left my sight for sure. I looked back towards my former associates, Brog’s body soaking the dirt of the road a deep red. Birdie’s feet sticking out of the bushes. I looked back down the road. Never would I forget those eyes.
#pathfinder 2e#dnd oc#orignal character#she’s a gunslinger with just a dash of druid for some flare#she’s converted from a 5e character idea I had#dnd5e#my wrtitng#yes she has a stutter#i also have a stutter
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Sanguis Sorcerer || Dr Strange
Master Strange x witch!reader
Summary: Magic runs in your blood - literally - but the rare sorcery is known by very few and so you try to keep it quiet until one Master of the Mystic Arts catches you. You wanted his attention but not exactly in the way you wanted - at least not to begin with.
Warnings: blood, self harm (not in a depressive way but for magical purposes), fluff
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“Hello?” You called out, your voice echoing back from the many floors above. When you were satisfied the Sanctum was empty you dropped the ratty old mop you had been charged with cleaning the foyer and headed to the study that you knew held Doctor Strange’s stereo system. Plugging your phone in, you hit play on a random playlist and focused your energy on the cleaning still to be completed.
Your power escaped your fingers, the black slithering tendrils willowy like smoke as they floated towards the cleaning supplies before ensnaring each item. The mop pulled itself upright and dunked the head into the murky water of the bucket before slapping against the tiles and scrubbing its way across the foyer to the beat of the music.
“This is how we do it.” You hummed along as you waved your hands to the orchestra of brooms and dusters. “It’s Friday night.”
“I think you’ll find it’s Tuesday.” Stephen said, suddenly appearing behind you. “What do you think you are doing?”
You dropped the hold on your magic and flinched as all the buckets crashed to the ground, undoubtedly creating a bigger mess behind you. “Cleaning?”
“What?” He frowned, taking a peek past you before shaking his head. “No, I meant playing Montell Jordan on my stereo.”
“Is the problem that I used it or the music I played?” You asked, needing confirmation while grateful that he didn’t seem to be addressing your strange type of sorcery.
“Bit of both.” He turned on his heel and curled his finger over his shoulder with a come hither sense that left you feeling like you had been summoned to the principal's office. “It’s that you didn’t ask.”
“I find it easier to ask forgiveness than permission.” You said as you took a seat opposite him, his elbows resting on his desk as aimed the remote at the stereo and silenced the song.
A smirk played on his lips as he placed the remote beside his pen, ensuring they were all parallel before he turned his attention on you. “And I have yet to hear either from you.”
“Oh, right, sorry Master Strange.” You offered with a wry smile.
“Hmm, I really felt that one.” He mocked with his own smile. “Now, how did you learn to do that back there?”
“Shit.” You cursed under your breath. “I, uh, I animated some help. You know, like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice.”
“Animated.” He muttered to himself. “I can’t recall a spell at any level capable of what I saw, and I have read every book from here to Kamar-Taj.”
“Maybe that photographic memory of yours isn’t as perfect as you think it is.”
“It’s pretty perfect.” He countered, leaning back in his chair. “What happened to your hand?”
You curled your fist and shoved it into the pocket of your hoodie with a shrug. “Must have cut it on something.”
“C’mere.” He sighed, opening his drawers and pulling out a box of Band-Aids with little Dr Strange images across them.
“You know, there’s far better ways to have your face on my body.” You teased as you rounded the desk.
“Mhmm.” He rolled his eyes as he opened your hand, the wound already beginning to knit shut before his eyes. “You aren’t going to be able to distract me by flirting, acolyte. I still want to know how you performed such magic, and exactly who you are.”
“It was worth a try.” You huffed, leaning against his desk while he cleaned away the blood. “And it wasn’t just to distract you, Stephen.”
“It’s Master to you.” He murmured without looking up.
“Yes, sir.” You said, pressing your lips together to stop from laughing as he looked up with a glare that was softening with the twitch of a barely restrained smirk.
“You’re gonna be trouble.” He sighed, sitting back in his chair and released your hand that had two Band-Aids crossed over your palm.
“You’re not gonna kiss it better?”
His eyes darkened as he looked at your lips but then he shook his head and pointed to the door. “Go clean up your mess, without magic this time.”
Flopping on your bed with a groan, you rubbed your sore hands and cursed under your breath. The chemicals of the cleaning agents and the wood of the scrubbing brush handle had left you with blisters and you blamed Master Strange. You had done as you were told, manually cleaning the entire lobby for hours before dragging yourself up to your room completely exhausted.
Looking at the red spots and swelling on your palms, you closed your eyes and bit your lip. The coppery taste of blood burned on your tongue before the heat travelled to your hands and healed the irritated skin. There wasn’t a scar to be seen when you opened your eyes and you were once again thankful for the magic that literally ran through your veins.
There were various ways that sorcerers drew their magic; some drew from the Dark Dimension, others from the Infinity Stones or Chaos Magic. Yours came from a long line of witches whose power lay in their blood. The price of that power was of course blood, yours specifically. You could cast spells with merely a thought but the larger the spell, the heavier the toll it took on your body. That was one of the reasons you wanted to learn Eldritch magic, or as they all called it, The Mystical Arts.
“You’re coming to the party dressed like that?” Your roommate, and fellow acolyte, Ivy asked as she stepped out of the bathroom in a slinky red dress.
You looked down at your oversized shirt and shorts you had been cleaning in and scoffed as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, totally.”
“Well, you better hurry up, the good drinks always go first.” She pointed out before disappearing through a portal.
Dragging yourself from the bed, you grabbed a dress your mother had woven with magic and pulled it on. The warmth of her magic comforted you like a child's favourite blanket as it fitted itself perfectly to your body and you felt the protection spell still going strong within it.
It still amazed you that you could simply open a portal and take a step to go from New York to Kathmandu. The change in the time zone took you from mid afternoon to almost midnight, the moment when the real party would begin. All around you were Masters of the Mystic Arts and others at your level, drinking and mingling together to welcome in the Astrological New Year.
“You scrub up well.”
You turned with a smile to find Stephen eyeing your dress appreciatively before grabbing a champagne flute that was floating past and offering it to you.
“Is that a cleaning joke?” You asked as you took the stem glass, his lips curving up until you saw a hint of his white teeth.
“Not intentionally. I simply meant you look lovely.” He confirmed before sipping his own drink. “You’re cleaning leaves a lot to be desired.”
Your laughter drew the attention of a few people close by and you elbowed Stephen with faux indignation. “It was going perfectly well until you interrupted.”
Suddenly reminded, he grabbed your hand and opened the palm to see no sign of the skin that had been split apart and he frowned at the sight. You could see the questions swirling in his grey eyes and his lips parted as they began to formulate on his tongue.
“Help!!!”
You both spun towards the shriek of terror and found one of the Masters from the Hong Kong Sanctum crashing through a portal before something akin to a dragons claw followed. All around, the party goers backed away from the portal save for a few like you and Stephen who were rushing towards it.
“Seen anything like this in those books of yours?” Wong asked Stephen as they created a shield together.
“Only in fairytales.” Stephen admitted with a shake of his head. “Could really do with an axe right about now.”
“It’s a Drakonem Arcadii.” You muttered as the shimmering beast crawled through the portal that failed to close around it. “You can’t kill him.”
“Try me.” Stephen ignored you, stepping forward until he was met with an invisible force.
“I said, you can’t kill him.” You growled, smokey tendrils leaking from your fingertips as you moved Wong and Stephen aside and stepped closer to the beast. “They are protectors of magic.”
“Get away from it. Now.” Stephen ordered as he fought against the force you had wrapped around him but you ignored him.
You held your hand out to the dragon, his nostrils inhaling the vapour of your power to taste it. The pearlescent scales shimmered as he tucked his wings back into his side and crouched before you, his head bowed low. The scales were hot to touch but you persevered, petting his neck as you showed him you were no threat until the scales began to fall away.
“Woah, dude, you’re naked.” You gasped as you turned away from the mandrake and threw your hand out to cloak him with a blanket.
“Uh-hm.” Stephen cleared his throat with an angry glare and you dropped the shield around him and Wong, feeling a break in your skin as the blood price was forced to be paid. “What is going on?”
“I need your help.” The mandrake said as he took a stumbling step closer, his legs unused to being in human form. “My charge has been stolen.”
“That doesn’t clear up anything for me, so I’ll ask one more time.” Stephen urged with a quiet burning anger to his tone, just below the surface. “What. Is. Going. On?”
“I told you they are protectors of magic.” You said to Stephen, turning back to the dragon. “What was your charge?”
“The Ebony Blade.”
You wracked your brain but couldn’t remember hearing anything about an Ebony Blade in the stories your mother told you or from what you had read in the Sanctum’s library. Looking over at Stephen, he was looking at Wong and they both looked concerned. “Can someone tell me what the hell this blade is?”
“Meet me in my study,” Stephen said, his head flicking from Wong to you, “bring the man-dragon.”
“My name is Kilgharrah.”
“Strange.”
“Stephen Strange.” You corrected as you saw the mandrake looking offended and offered him a smile. “If you’ll follow me.”
Stephen and Wong had already disappeared into the portal as the rest of the party watched on, their eyes holding fear as you followed behind with the mandrake. You couldn’t tell if they were afraid of you or the dragon but you hoped it was the latter, you had only just started to make friends.
A hand grabbed yours and pulled you to the side as you stepped into Strange’s study and you felt his breath hot on your neck as he whispered in your ear. “You and I are going to have a very honest conversation after this.”
The dress heated up as it felt your heart race, misinterpreting the cause as fear and Stephen dropped his hold on you with a pained groan to find his hand burning.
“Shit, sorry.” You stammered as you took the injured hand in yours, pricking your wrist with a fingernail until blood swelled to the surface. The blood was absorbed in a vapour that blew over Stephen’s palm, erasing the pain and welts in seconds as he stared in wonder.
“It has been many centuries since I last met a Sanguis Sorcerer.” Kilgharrah whispered with bewilderment. “I thought all the magical bloodlines had died out.”
“They have.” You smiled sadly, feeling the burn of Stephen’s intense stare on you before you cleared the lump forming in your throat from thinking about your family. “Can we please focus on this blade now? Why is it so important?”
Your head felt as heavy as your heart as dawn broke and you were still no closer to figuring out who would steal the Ebony Blade. You could certainly see a lot of bad people wanting it after finding out it could cut through anything, including Vibranium. Stephen had reached out to the Avengers, giving them the run down so they could keep an eye and an ear out for any chatter about the blade. All you could do was sit there feeling useless as shadows crept across the floor and your stomach begged to be fed.
“Kilgharrah!” You all but shouted as you shot up from the seat with an idea, Wong flinching from where he sat closest to you. “Have you ever been cut by the blade?”
He rolled up the sleeve of the shirt Wong had found for him and you saw the silver scar across his forearm. “I fell against it during an earthquake.”
“You’re lucky this was the only damage.” You tutted as you placed your hand over the cut but felt nothing. “Just a sec.”
You looked over Stephen’s desk before circling around and opening his drawers to find something sharp. “I need a knife.”
He looked at you dubiously before turning and grabbing a ceremonial blade that you hadn’t noticed on the shelf behind him. “I trust you won’t be doing anything foolish with this.”
You smirked as you swiped it from his hand. “Whatever helps you to sleep at night, Strange.”
You pressed the blade to your palm and gripped your fist around it before pulling it free, a painful hiss whistling through your clenched teeth before you held your bleeding wound over the dragon’s scar. Every emotion left a footprint whether it was hurt, joy, love. The moment of hurt Kilgharrah had felt when the Ebony Blade sliced through his skin had embedded in the knife and now you could sense its connection.
“I found it.” You said proudly as you spun around, the blood loss and exhaustion finally taking its toll as the room began to spin.
“Woah, I got you.” Stephen murmured as he caught you and kept you upright with an arm around your waist. “I think this definitely counts as something foolish.”
“But I found it.” You slurred as your head lolled onto his shoulder. “It’s in the Natural History Museum.”
Stephen nodded his head to Wong who nodded back, disappearing into a portal. “That’s your stop too, dragon. Get your sword back, and please don’t lose it again.”
“Will you promise to take care of her?” Kilgharrah asked, torn between going with Wong and staying with you, his purpose to protect magic extending now to you. “While we dragons may nearly be extinct, she is the last of kind.”
“Yes. I know.” Stephen nodded, looking down to see your eyes fluttering closed. “I’ll protect her with my life.”
The portal closed shut as the dragon passed through and Stephen pulled off his cloak, the red material wrapping around you and sweeping you off your feet. Pulling the first aid kit from his drawer, Stephen gently wiped your hand clean, the blood flow already slowing. Still, he wrapped it with gauze and tapped it off before pressing his lips to the dressed wound.
“Did you just kiss it better?” You asked as you watched from under your lashes, a teasing smile growing as he blushed.
The cloak moved with you, placing you back on your feet in front of him and you swayed slightly - not completely recovered even with your fast healing. Stephen’s hands fell to your waist to steady you and you looked up at his concerned grey eyes.
“Are you alright?”
You shrugged with a small smile that drew his eyes in as you plucked up the courage. “My lips hurt, Doctor.”
His smile broke his face and he shook his head before pulling you closer and crushing his lips to yours. You could have believed your dress was on fire but it was only your body reacting to his touch, the dominance in his body as he held you close and you opened your mouth for him. You had thought the room was spinning before but now he seemed to be the centre of the universe and everything spun around him, you were happy to be pulled into his orbit.
The world righted itself and your senses came back to centre your body as he slowly pulled away to inhale with exaltation. “Feeling better?”
“Oh no, not by a long shot.” You sighed happily, leaning into his embrace and hearing his rapid heart beating through his clothes. “I’m pretty sure that made it worse. Maybe we should try again.”
His smile placed a kiss on your forehead and you pouted that it wasn’t the heated kiss you were after. “Let’s get you into bed first, you need some rest.”
You quirked an eyebrow and he chuckled, placing a quick peck on your lips just to tease you. “Then, I will kiss away any ache you have.”
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You Saved Me (Part 3)
DESCRIPTION: (Season 1) You get attacked in the car park. Managing to fight them off but not wanting to risk other people getting hurt you team up with Dean and his younger brother Sam
A/N - Just to confuse you all, where I am rewriting the ‘You Saved Me’ story I decided to put this part as part 3 (it used to be part 4)
WORD COUNT: 2585
From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List
WARNINGS: blood, swearing, mild violence, guns, talk of pregnancy
DISCLAIMERS
- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand
TWO YEARS LATER
You finish your shift. Locking up the pub as you head out to your car. You fumble with your keys. Then you hear a noise. You look around you. Nothing. You unlock your car. Getting in you check the back seat straight away. Looking around you again before turning on the engine. Turning on the headlights you see a woman standing before you. Her stomach covered in blood. You hesitantly get out of your car “miss, are you ok?” no answer. You feel behind you. Reaching into your pocket you grab out your knuckle dusters. Putting them on. You walk over to her, careful of trying not to scare her.
“You have to help me” she begs. Tears staining her cheeks as you nod slightly
“How do you need help?” she points behind you. You turn. A man holding a machete. “Oh fuck” he swings at you as you duck. Bringing your fist up and punching into his stomach. He chuckles as he grabs you. Knocking your head against the car door. You collapse to the floor. The man lifting up his machete. Ready to take another swing at you. You duck down. Feeling the air hitting the top of your head as it swings into your car door. You grab the arm. Hearing him cry out as the silver of your knuckle duster hits his skin. He moves away from you. You stand up. The bleeding woman no longer near you as you run back inside the pub. You lock the front door after you. Pulling out your phone you call the cops “Hello. Yes I just got attacked”
SAM AND DEAN POV
“Where are we heading?” Sam queries his brother
“I found something. Three woman have been killed in the parking lot at this pub. All within the past two months. Forensics say it was from a machete or large blade of some kind”
“Ok, and? That doesn’t sound like it concerns us”
“Two woman where attacked. Same details. Person trying to hack them to death. But one of the girls says that before the man showed up she saw a woman. When she tried to talk to her she disappeared into thin air. Not a trace to be seen” the younger brother nods
“So what? Ghosts?” the older nods
“That’s what I’m thinking”
“When was the last attack?”
“Last night” he points “attacked a young woman who works in this pub. She rung the police and gave them a statement but I figured we could ask her a few more questions”
YOUR POV
“I still think you should go home” your friend says as you walk around the shop with her “I can buy you milk and stuff. You need to rest”
“I’m fine. It’s just a small flesh wound”
“You got attacked by a psychotic killer. Doctors say you need to rest” you chuckle slightly.
“I let you drive me here right?”
“Yeah? So?”
“So that’s me resting. If I wasn’t taking my healing process seriously I would’ve driven myself” she rolls her eyes. You getting all your shopping and head back to her car. Letting her drive you home. You see a car parked in your driveway. Parked behind yours. You get out your friends car. Walking up to the impala as you hold a couple of bags. Your friend joining you
“You have visitors”
“Apparently so” you walk to the front door. Two men standing by your door. A long haired man with blue eyes hits the shorter man. He turns around. Quickly putting what looks like a lock picking kit into his pocket. You chuckle softly to yourself as you see the man you know all too well. Dean. You smile at them both
“How may I help you gentlemen?”
“Are you the woman who got attacked yesterday?” the blue eyed one asks
“I don’t think she wants to talk to reporters about it” your friend says. They both pull out an FBI badge.
“We aren’t reporters” blue eyed man says
“I already gave my statement. What do you guys want to know?” Dean smiles at you as he meets your eyes.
“Anything you can remember about the incident that we might like to know?” the emphasis on the word ‘we’ implies both the men are hunters. Undercover. You look at your friend
“I’ll be ok. You go home”
“What will you do about Anna?”
“I’ll go pick her up from school. It’s not far and I think driving will do me good”
“I strongly disagree with that statement. I think driving with a head injury is a bad idea”
“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll ring you if I need anything. But I need to talk to these two detectives” she nods. Putting down the bags of shopping before walking away. You unlock your front door “Bring the bags in with you please” you place the ones you are holding down in the hallway. They follow you in. Bringing in the shopping and also placing it down. “Drink either of you?” they shake their heads as you lean against the counter “Are you both in the same business?” Dean nods
“This is my brother Sam” you smile at him
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Rose” you look at the older brother “What is it that tried to kill me then?”
“We don’t know yet. Still trying to figure that part out”
“Wait you’re a hunter?” Sam says. You shake your head
“No. I don’t seek things out to kill them. But I am aware of the monsters that lurk in the shadows” you chuckle slightly. “I’ve hunted before. But I’m not a hunter if that makes sense” he nods slightly
“Can you tell us about what happened?”
“No idea. I just know I was getting into my car when I saw a woman. Bloody stomach. I got out to help her. It’s a good thing I have good reflexes otherwise I’d have been decapitated”
“By the woman?”
“No by the man. The woman seemed to be wanting help. Not trying to hurt me. The guy seemed like he wanted my head on a stick” you pause, looking around your kitchen “I’ve not seen anything like this before. I thought it was a ghost but it didn’t disappear with iron. Silver seemed to injure it though”
“Likely be something else then”
“So how are we stopping it?”
“There is no we in this. It’s us two. You are staying here” Dean says
“No I’m helping you kill this thing”
“No you aren’t”
“It tried to decapitate me. I’m not going to just sit and let you two do the killing for me. I want my revenge on this fucker”
“Rose. No” Dean motions at the door “We’ll do some more research and let you know when it’s safe” him and Sam start to walk away
“I can be bait”
“What?” they stop and look at you
“I can be bait. I hurt it. It likely wants revenge on me. Also we know I’m its target audience. Young female. No offence but you two don’t seem to fit that dynamic” they look down at themselves then nod slightly
“She has a point Dean. I don’t like it anymore then you do but it’s the best shot we got” you smile at them both
“Cool. Let me call my babysitter. Then I’ll see you boys at the car park”
“No. We heard your friend. We’ll pick you up” you roll your eyes
“Fine. Around 7? Although the monster seemed to come out later it seems less suspicious for on lookers if I say I went out at 7 then if I said I was going out at 11”
They pick you up, after you confirm its ok with your sitter. They drive you back to their hotel room. You go and sit down. “What’s the plan then?”
“You stay in your car. We’ll deal with the other stuff”
“You want me to sit still and wait for this thig to come and hope you kill it before it kills me?”
“Pretty much”
“At least give me a weapon”
“No”
“I’d have brought my own but I don’t have silver bullets. Assuming that’s what you’re going to use to kill this thing” they look at each other “Come on you guys. Give me a chance” you chuckle slightly “You two don’t trust me. Or don’t like me. It’s one of the two” Sam sighs. Grabbing a small dagger out and handing it to you
“It’s made of silver. Only attack if it attacks you. Got it?”
“I got it” you wiggle it slightly before putting it into your pocket.
You drive to the destination. Getting there about 7:30. The three of you wait in the car until around 1am. You see the people leaving the pub. Customers and workers. Your hand inside your jacket, gently stroking the handle of the blade with your thumb as you watch them all come and go. Waiting in the impala as the last person leaves. You watch as they lock up. They walk to their car. Getting in it and driving away.
“We won’t be far. Wait in the car. Got it?” Dean says to you. You nod. Watching as him and his brother get out. You wait. And wait. Nothing. For about 45 minutes you’re sat waiting. You’re about to give up and get out when you see her. The girl with the bloody stomach. Nothing else happens. She just stands and looks at you for 10 minutes. You look around. No maniacs with swords or axes. You take a breath. Opening the car door you step out. Slowly approaching her.
“Miss?” you keep a sharp eye around you. Watching every shadow and movement as you get close to her. She smiles softly at you. Pointing at your stomach.
“It’s a girl...” she whispers.
“What?” she looks at you. Her eyes filled with a slight sadness
“You didn’t know?” She points behind you. Letting out a scream. You turn. The guy from the night before. Swinging down his blade. You move backwards. Hearing the metal of the weapon hit the ground. Letting out a horrific clanging noise. You turn. The lady had disappeared. He goes to swing again. You put your arms up as a means to protect yourself when you hear a gunshot. Watching as blood starts to come out of a wound in his chest. You move backwards. Watching as he falls to the floor. Dropping the blade as he turns to dust. Dean rushes over to you.
“Are you ok?” he gently touches your arm as Sam joins you both. You hug the older brother. Wrapping your arms around him. Feeling him gently rest his hand on your back as you hug him tightly. “Wow you might break me with a hug that tight” you chuckle. Pulling away you go over and pick up the blade. Sam looks at you then at his brother
“This might be a very personal question but... are you single?” you laugh
“Odd question” you run a hand through your hair before placing your hands in the front of your jeans pockets “I am. Not really in the mood for a hook up though big boy. Maybe a different time. When I’ve not been nearly killed” he chuckles, smiling at your words slightly
“No that’s not... are you pregnant?” you laugh
“In any other situation if you asked me that question I’d have slapped you so hard” you chuckle slightly. Looking down “I don’t know. The ghost woman said ‘it’s a girl’ in a creepy tone as she pointed at my stomach. So possibly” you look at him “Why all these questions suddenly?”
“It’s just that I did some research. To figure out what it was that we were up against. In a couple of cultures there are monsters that hunt down pregnant woman who are pregnant with a child conceived outside of marriage”
“And you think...?” you point at where the man was as he nods
“I think he attacked pregnant woman. The ghost lady you saw with blood on her stomach. Be from where he ripped out her baby”
“Delightful” a grip on the machete as you practice swinging it. “You know I feel like this is a new way of a pregnancy test. Who needs to pee on a stick when you can get a ghost or monster to do it for free!” you say sarcastically and over enthusiastic. They both chuckle as you examine the sword “mind if I keep this?”
“Not at all” you spin it in your hand before smiling to yourself. “Your dagger” you grab the small blade from your pocket and hand it back to Sam “thanks for saving my life”
“We’ll drive you back home” you nod and smile. The three of you going back to the car. You get in the back seat. As Dean starts the engine you see her. The bloody woman. You pretend not to see her as you look down. Waiting for them to drive out the car park. You turn backwards. Watching her walking out into the road and watching the car as they drive you back to your house
The next day. Well, next night you sit in the car park. Your daughter in the backseat. Sound asleep. You watch as the workers and customers come out of the pub. Waiting until they have all left before you get out. Locking the car door and going more central. Keeping an eye on your car as you call out “if there are any spirits with me, make yourselves known”. Nothing. “I want to talk to the woman I saw yesterday. Please. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to chat”
“You called...” a soft voice says behind you. You turn. The woman with the bloody stomach stands before you. You smile at her
“Hello. I’m Rose"
“I’m... I- I can’t remember... Sorry” you keep your smile soft as you talk to her
“I think it’s time you moved on. Don’t you?”
“I don’t want to... he’s waiting for me”
“Who is?”
“My baby’s father”
“I’m sorry. I really am. But he’s not coming”
“But I-”
“Your name is Mary Wood. You died here 10 years ago. During this month. Your baby daddy got killed in a car accident when he was on the drive to meet you here”
“No...” she whispers. Tears appearing in her eyes
“But there is a way you can be with him again” you gently take her hands in yours. Cold hands against your warm skin. “If you move on with your life then you can be free from this place. Be with him in heaven. Him and your child” she shakes her head, shutting her eyes as tears fall down her cheeks
“Who are you? Why are you telling me this?”
“I Rose Marsh. I’m here to help you”
“But why?”
“Because it’s what I do” she nods.
“You promise me he’s in heaven?” you nod. Smiling at her
“Hess waiting for you. You can be with him again” you smile as she nods. Sitting down on the ground you watch as she turns into an almost light. A beacon. Disappearing before your eyes. “Rest your soul Mary. I hope you find peace” you go back to your car. Getting in the driver’s seat and heading back home. Putting Anna into her bed you get into your own bed.
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