REVOLUTIONSHIPPING SPYXFAMILY PARODY/AU
WARNING: Aged-up (and aged-down) characters. ooc.
VERY LATE and didnât go according to plan but my Day 1 entry for Revolutionshipping Week for the prompt AU @week-of-revo . Iâm very sorry that the ship parts seem nonexistent- because this is basically just a Concept... But I also wanted to join the Fun! Hope itâs alright!
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In which Atem is a spy with codename Yami who needs to form a (fake) family to go undercover for a certain mission. He adopts Yugi, a cheerful kid who actually got some physic powers, and âmarriesâ Anzu- who he thought was just a clueless woman, turns out to be an Infamous Assassin by the nickname âDancing Bladeâ.
Will this Pretend Family become a True Family in the end?? (spoiler: Yes.)
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Heavenly Creatures
Pairing: Altar Boy! Leon Kennedy x Catholic School Girl! Reader
Summary: Growing up in a conservative, Catholic community, you and Leon were kept apart as kids for your own good. However, a fateful encounter at church many years later causes you to question those boundaries.
Content & Warnings: 18+ Smut, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, oral (m & f receiving), rimming (f receiving), semi-public sex (church), Catholicism, religious imagery & symbolism, temptation, guilt, shaming, name-calling, growing up, smoking, swearing, romance, fluff, secret relationship.
Authors' Note: Leon and Reader are in senior high and 18 when smut happens. No guarantee that you wonât burn in hell after reading this đ„đ
Special thanks to AliBelleRosetta for being my sounding board + shadesoflsk & Cameron for your helpful feedback.
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Snake. Devil. Satanâs spawn.
Those were the names you had grown accustomed to as a child. You didnât know why you were called them, instead of the one your parents had given you. You were too little to understand. All you knew was that you were made to feel different. Maybe you were really an anomaly from the rest after all.
Instead of being quiet and shy, you were loud and boisterous. It was natural for you, seeing as you were going through your tomboy phase, which was the exact reason your parents had stuck to when they received complaints about your behavior. They laughed it off, while others reigned their daughters in, forcing them into perfect Sunday dresses, braided hair adorned with pastel ribbons and clean, black Mary Jane shoes. Good enough to fit into a pretty gift box with wrapping paper. But you would tear it all down, before anyone could lay a finger on you.
Growing up in a place where other children were told to shun you was difficult at first. But then, you learnt to play by yourself and relish in the power of make believe. You climbed trees, rolled in the mud and ran through the forest fending off imaginary monsters. Sometimes, when you bumped into other groups of boys who threw stones and made fun of you, you fought back, further earning the title of crazy witch! Who needed these idiots anyway? You were your own best company.
One day, you sat in your disheveled, cream cotton dress, swinging your legs from a tree in your front lawn as usual. It overlooked the suburban neighborhood street, giving you a birdâs eye view of your surroundings. You noticed a family of three strolling along the sidewalk, though the couple gave you a disapproving look as they walked past, and whispered to their little, adolescent boy. They thought they were being so discreet, but you could hear every single word they were saying.
âDonât pay attention to her. Sheâs bad news.â
Regardless of this remark, the boy gave in to his curiosity and as he peered up, you held his wide-eyed gaze. His irises were azure in color, glowing as it caught the early dusk light from different angles, shifting across a stunning spectrum of bluish, iridescent hues. You were captivated by them, and as you continued staring, his cheeks turned rosy red, though it seemed like he could not break away from you either. That moment was abruptly cut short, as his father smacked the back of his head, chiding his son for disobeying him.
âCome along now, Leon.â The older man wrapped an arm around the boyâs shoulders, turning him away from your direction.
Leon. So, that was his name. As you watched them turn the corner at the end of the street and head off, you wondered if and when youâd see him again.
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Leon had heard the stories passed around about you. His parents had often commented about your family as being one of those âweird, hippy typesâ. Frankly, this didnât scare him, but rather, it fascinated him. They made you appear like something he had read in a book about myths and legends, and he wanted to see if it was real.
The next time he went out to play in the field, he walked by your place again on purpose, even though it would have been the longer route. As he had predicted, you were up in the tree again, lounging across its branches with your eyes closed, like a slithery snake basking in the sun. Your dress was stained with grass and dirt, and your feet were soiled and filthy. Twigs poked out haphazardly from your knotted, messy hair.Â
You looked like a creature of sorts, alright, he thought.
He inched towards the base of the tree trunk gingerly, trying not to stir the sleeping beast. But as he got closer, he accidentally stepped into a pile of dead leaves, which crunched underfoot.Â
You roused from your slumber then, rubbing your eyes as you stretched your arms out with a lazy yawn. He flinched when you looked downwards at him, as if you might strike out, but you just smiled and said, âHi.â
He was confused then. From the descriptions of you, he had expected you to breathe fire and gnash your teeth at him fiercely, but you were just a normal girl. He gave you a puzzled look, nodding as he greeted you with a stutter, âHi⊠I-Iâm, uh, Leon.â
âI know.â You grinned.
âYou do?â He looked astounded, as if youâd conducted some dark ritual to find out.
You picked up on this and teased him, wiggling your fingers as you mouthed, âMagicâŠâ
He laughed, relaxing his stiff shoulders and asking you for your name. Heâd only known you until now as that girl, or one of those nicknames people gave you out of spite.
You introduced yourself and offered him a half-eaten apple you had munched on before napping on the tree. He hesitated at first, regarding it as if it were a forbidden fruit, but eventually he reached out for it. Gratefully, he bit in, savoring the flavorful burst of its juicy flesh.
âDo you go to church?â He asked suddenly, out of the blue.
Shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun with your hand, you squinted at him. âYeah, why?â
âOh.â He paused, considering his next words, though he blurted out with unfiltered honesty, âWell, my dad said that demons canât enter hallowed ground.â
âIâm not a demon,â you huffed indignantly.
âNo, you arenât,â he agreed, waving his hands in the air apologetically, trying to salvage the situation. âI think youâre nice, actually.â His face was warm and pink again.
âI think youâre nice too.â
And it continued on like this. Some days, heâd pop over to visit and speak with you from below the tree, when he was sure no one was watching. Until a day came where he wasnât as careful, and was spotted by a concerned neighbor, who ratted him out to his parents.Â
You were sad that he wasnât allowed to see you again, but youâd grown used to being alone for most of your childhood, so you tried to put it behind you and move on, unaware that heâd often look out for you at each weekâs Sunday Mass.
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A number of years passed, and you filled out into your own body. You were in your senior year of an all-girls Catholic high school, and had recently turned 18. Reaching womanhood also meant that you became acutely aware of the changes in the way society treated you now, as compared to the opposite sex. Heads turned as you stalked around with one of the more unruly cliques in your school. Instead of being name-called after otherworldly creatures, you were reduced to bitch, slut, or whore.Â
People hated what they couldnât understand or control. Youâd been giving the nuns a hard time by asking controversial questions about the biblical text you were meant to study and recite blindly. Detention was nothing new to you and your friends, whom youâd been caught smoking cigarettes together with on school grounds. You were a rebel at heart, and the rest of the law-abiding community wanted to crush that and make you conform.
Leon, on the other hand, had been going to the all-boys school next door, which shared a brother school relationship with yours. He was in the same year and age as you, though being a man meant he had the privilege of getting away with certain things you couldnât. Even there, your name wasnât safe from being circulated around the rumor mill. You were the subject of boysâ locker room talk. They associated you with the âbad girlâ crowd, highlighting your love for reading banned books and boasting about supposed sexual escapades with you.Â
âSheâll do favors,â they said, making vulgar gestures by moving their fist back and forth in front of their mouth, while poking their tongue against their cheek.
Leon slammed his locker door shut and stormed off. It made him uncomfortable that they gossiped about you that way, but he was even more ashamed of the fact that he made no effort to stand up for you. He hardly knew you, but it didnât take a genius to figure out that what they were doing was finding a scapegoat to blame. That, unfortunately, time and time again, happened to be you.
Most of the students there were sexually active anyway, but no one had complained about them. As long as one kept things on the down-low and upheld a certain moralistic façade, they were considered as âinnocentâ, âpureâ, or ânormalâ even. For one, he was pretty sure that his father was having an affair with the church choir mistress, but that seemed to go overlooked.Â
Everyoneâs such hypocrites, he pondered, frowning in distaste. Including himself. Although he liked to think that he was brave and courageous, in actuality, he was afraid of rocking the boat. Fitting in was more important, just as his parents had taught him from a young age. It was the side of him that he hated the most, but could not get rid of.
Gathering his belongings, he left school and hurried off. Heâd been requested last-minute to serve at Mass that evening, as one of the other altar boys had fallen ill. At church, he exchanged his school uniform for the standard black cassock and white surplice, before starting with the Introductory Rites.
You, on the other hand, had been singled out along with a bunch of other troublesome girls to attend Evening Mass with the Mother Superior that day. It was just your luck that you had to devote an hour of your time to a set of outdated rituals and prayers, with the aim of reflecting upon your sins. The most frustrating part of this exercise was that all of you were placed in the front row pews, so there was no chance of daydreaming or dozing off in front of the priest. Youâd never been much of a believer, but sometimes you did speculate if God was watching your every move from above.
As you stood up for the entrance procession, which signaled the start of Mass, a familiar mop of dirty blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes passed by. Youâd recognize that anywhere, but it was a wonder how you hadnât realized that he was serving as an altar boy all this while. Maybe your Mass timings hadnât aligned? Or maybe you just never paid much attention in church. Youâd only seen him here and there when he attended Mass with his family as part of the congregation, but you ignored him back then, because you didnât want to remember the feeling of losing the closest thing you had to a friend in your pre-teen days.
When Leon turned around to face the congregation for the greeting, he gulped as he saw you, standing almost directly in front of him as both of you made the Sign of the Cross. Speak of the devil, he muttered internally, before chastising himself for unintentionally insulting you and shook that thought away.
You gave him a coy smile as he scampered off to where he was meant to be stationed. For the first time in a while, you took the chance to admire his chiseled features and how much he had grown. He had always been attractive, but he was no longer the little boy you used to know, and instead now a fine, young man, in an even finer religious attire. Puberty did him good, you mused.
All at once, a mischievous plan flashed across your mind as you plotted how to win his attention. It would be an entertaining way to pass the time in this mundane institution. Viewing the school uniform as yet another means for the authorities to curb peopleâs freedom and creative expression, you had a habit of violating the dress code by making minor adjustments to it. Whether it was shortening the hem of your skirt or wearing below the ankle socks, you went for it. And today was no exception.
You waited until it was time to be seated before attempting to catch his gaze. Within a few minutes, he sneaked a peek your way and you stifled a laugh. Bingo. As you continued looking straight at him, you stretched your legs out cautiously, so as not to alert the Mother Superior, who sat beside you, to your antics. His eyes widened and flickered, as you showed off their length, rotating your ankles in small circles languidly. The other altar boys started to take note and whispered in hushed tones amongst themselves. But you only had eyes for Leon, scrutinizing him like a hawk, as you bared your teeth with a sly grin plastered across your face.
It was only a matter of time before the Mother Superior rapped you on the legs with a thin, wooden cane she carried around for doling out such punishments. The other girls in your row giggled as you returned your legs to a respectable position, disregarding the smarting pain that had accompanied the blow.Â
It was worth it, you reasoned, spotting Leonâs lopsided smile, as he turned away to hide his blush.
This soon carried on like an unspoken game between you and Leon. Youâd attend Mass whenever he was serving as an altar boy, and heâd look out for you, exchanging glances like a secret code shared between the two of you. A sense of thrill arose within him each time, as to what youâd try next. If only he knew what you were capable of.
At some point, you grew bolder. During the Holy Communion, where Leon had been helping the priest to hold the patina under the chins of those who received the Sacred host, you made sure once again to make eye contact with him the whole way through. Your mouth was slightly agape, as you extended your tongue, clasping your hands together in a pious prayer position. When the priest placed the host in your mouth, you swallowed it suggestively, licking your upper lip for a finishing touch. Leon nearly stumbled over backwards as his face turned bright red like a tomato. The last thing he heard was your silvery laughter, and you returned to your seat as if nothing had happened. You had ensnared him now.
When Mass ended, you slipped him a note, asking him to meet you at the confessional when everyone else had been ushered out. You knelt in the penitent compartment, waiting for him to arrive, confident that he would show up. A few minutes later, you heard someone enter the booth where the priest usually sat.
âBless me, Father, for I have sinned,â you began. Through the latticed screen, you could just about make out Leonâs face as he chuckled.
âWhat are you playing at?â
âYou tell me,â you challenged, testing the waters. âI havenât received any complaints.â
âWell, I have a question,â he mentioned quietly. âDo you still remember when we hung out back then? At the tree.â
There was pang in your heart, as you recalled your childhood memories. âOf course, you were the only one who bothered to speak to me.â
You pursed your lips before taking the plunge. âI really appreciated that.â
There was a momentary pause, as he took your words in. âI wish they didnât separate us.â
âIt isnât too late to start over.â It was humiliating how eager you sounded. No matter how much you tried to repress it, you yearned to rekindle that connection you had with him once.
âListen, I like you,â he admitted, sighing heavily. âBut, I canât go public with this. My parents-â
âWho says it has to be public?â You retorted defensively.Â
His heartfelt confession emboldened you, yet a part of you felt dejected that this was the best option he could offer. However, you didnât want to concede without giving it a shot.
He made a noise which sounded like he was in disbelief. âYou mean-â
âShall I come over and show you?â You interrupted, already getting up before he could answer.
âY-yeah,â he stammered. âI-Iâd like that, I guess.â
Exiting your compartment, you stepped out and swiftly went over to where he was, closing the door behind you. It was crammed and stuffy in this tiny box with two people, but beggars couldnât be choosers. Giving him a once-over, it struck you that he was still in his altar boy attire and perhaps what you were about to do was wrong on so many levels, but you brushed those thoughts aside.
âUm-â
Before he could speak any further, you ran your hands up along his chest and planted your lips onto his, soft and pillowy in texture. He let out a low moan, easing into your embrace as he kissed back, holding onto the back of your head for better leverage. His tongue grazed across your lips and you parted them in response, allowing it to slip inside as you tasted each other. Grabbing the collar of his cassock, you pressed your bodies together heatedly. You sucked on his tongue, eliciting another moan from his throat, as you shuffled him around, pushing his back against the wooden wall with a loud thud. Both of you had lost yourselves in a whirlwind of kisses, oblivious to the outside world and the ruckus you were making.
However, it was hard to ignore the hymn that was being sung when the next Mass started. Leon froze, before pulling away hastily. His mouth was red and swollen, and a pearly string of saliva connected it with yours.
âShit, we lost track of time,â he panted.Â
If you didnât want to be seen, youâd need to remain where you were until the Mass ended. In other words, both of you were trapped here for at least another hour.Â
Not being one to let such matters ruin the vibe, you responded, âThatâs not a problem for me.â Trailing a lone finger down Leonâs body seductively, you let it come to rest above the growing bulge in his cassock.
âAre you serious?â He breathed, as you cupped your hand around it, palming him through his clothes.
âYou got a better idea?â You murmured in his ear, squeezing his erection a little as you continued rubbing against it.
âDonât get me wrong, it feels amazing.â His voice was strained as he spoke. âBut, itâs justâŠâ
âCatholic guilt?â You teased.
âYeah, probably.â He nodded sheepishly.
âWell, maybe if we get you out of this thing.â You gestured to his attire. âYou might relax into it more.â
âMakes sense,â he agreed, tugging the surplice over his head and discarding it to the ground. âThough it never really goes away, does it?â
You shrugged, shaking your head. âI still get it, but itâs less of an issue now.â It made you follow up with a question of your own. âDoes that mean Iâm a bad person?â
His eyes crinkled as he grinned. âYou're doing it again.â
âHm?â
âGuilt,â he indicated. âBut to answer your question, no, I donât think youâre a bad person.â
âDoesnât matter anyway.â You tried to deflect the topic, knowing the rumors that people spread about you. Leon had probably heard it all. âAt least thereâs still hope for you.â
âThanks?â
âDonât thank me yet.â You winked, removing the sash from his cassock as he unbuttoned the rest of it, revealing a plain white shirt and a pair of shorts underneath.
He snickered as you clucked your tongue at the sight. âWhat did you expect me to do? Go Commando?â
âWouldâve been hot,â you pointed out.
Leon had always been perceptive. From your interactions, he began to suspect that sometimes you relied on lighthearted banter as a way to mask your nervousness and other underlying emotions.
Nestling his fingers under your chin, he turned you towards him. âYou sure about this?â
âMm hm.â It was sweet of him to check in. Most guys never offered you the same courtesy. âBeen thinking about it since Communion,â you added brazenly.
He snorted as you gave him a quick peck on the lips. Working your way down, you kissed his clothed body, pulling the waistband of his underwear and shorts to his ankles. Kneeling before him, you reached for his cock, smearing beads of his precum carelessly along his velvety skin, while you pumped his hot shaft slowly.
He inhaled sharply, snapping his eyes shut, as he tilted his head back in pleasure. In the background, you could hear the priestâs sermon droning on.
With a smug smile, you warned, âDo me a favor and try to keep it down, will you?â
Before he had a chance to react, you filled your mouth with his cock, sliding all the way down its hardened length.
âJesus,â he groaned.
Instantly, you released it with a pop and tutted in mock disappointment, âTaking the Lordâs name in vain?â
âWeâre so going to hell for this,â he laughed faintly, tangling his hands in your hair.
âAh-â He gasped again, as you held onto the base of his cock, lifting it to flatten your tongue on its underside. Slathering it with saliva, you took his balls into your wet mouth, one at a time, sucking on them delectably. âFuck!â
âDonât you ever shut up?â You joked.
âNot if you keep doing what youâre doing, angel.â
Angel. That was a new one. Youâd never been called that before, but you liked the sound of it.
Wrapping your lips around his cock, you started a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Each time you came up, you flicked your tongue at the tip, licking it as you stared up at him. His eyes flew open, gazing at you with lust and arousal while you sucked him off more vigorously.
Sliding his cock in deeper, you allowed it to hit the back of your throat, causing you to make a guttural noise. Clenching his fist, he bit down hard on his knuckles to stop himself from crying out. If this was hell, heâd stay right here with you. He couldnât think straight anymore, as he bucked his hips forward in response.
Grabbing his ass, your fingernails left crescent shaped indents on his skin, as you let him fuck your mouth to chase his high. Tears lined your eyelashes and sweat poured down your brow. It had gotten incredibly hot and humid in this enclosed space. But his muted moans only served to turn you on even more. You wondered how perverse and trashy you looked in this position, though Leon could only mumble the opposite in his feverish state.
Soon, he tensed and quivered while hissing through gritted teeth, âGod, Iâm gonna cum.â
Lady Luck appeared to be on your side, as the congregation were in the middle of singing another hymn, which inadvertently muffled whatever sounds were coming from the confessional. He struggled to hold in his groans as you felt a thick, salty load of his cum wash up against your throat. You choked a bit before swallowing it whole.
Collapsing backwards, you leaned against the cool surface of the seat behind you, wiping the edges of your mouth. Tucking his spent dick back under his clothes, he sank down beside you, kissing you gently and tasting himself on your lips.Â
âYou ok?â He brushed his thumb along your cheek.
You nodded silently and smiled, contemplating if there would be a future to what you had with him now.
âI ruined you,â he jested, showering you with kisses along your jawline.
âAs if.â You rolled your eyes, but deep down, you knew it was the truth.
And, just like he had read your mind, he uttered the magic words, âSo, when will I see you again?â
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Since the encounter at the confessional, you continued your clandestine meetings with Leon, just like back in the old days, except both of you were now wiser in covering your tracks. In public, you pretended not to know each other, yet shared furtive, longing glances when you were in the same vicinity. Sometimes, he would make an excuse to brush past you, his touch ghosting across the curve of your spine, your shoulders, the back of your hand to the tip of your pinkie finger. Away from prying eyes, you hooked up passionately, damning each other further to hell. How many levels were there again? Youâd lost count.
You enjoyed the moments spent with him. The aftercare and cuddling. The long talks into the night. You understood each other somehow, it wasnât like this with other people. So, if the Day of Judgment arrived, why would God not sympathize with you both?
Despite that, neither of you had put a label on where you stood with each other. How did this secret relationship work? If you were found out, would he ditch you like before? Would you be thrown under the bus, so that he could be purified again? It wasnât long until insecurity reared its ugly head, gnawing at you from within.
Leon sensed something was off as you lay in his arms, naked while he spooned you in the back seat of his car, parked along a desolate dirt path near the forest. You had that pensive look on your face, like you were in a world of your own, one where he couldnât enter.
Pulling you close to him, he kissed the top of your shoulder, coaxing you out of your reverie. âWanna talk about it?â
You hummed noncommittally. After a long pause, you asked, âAre you embarrassed by me?â
He was caught off-guard by the question and his breathing stilled. âNo,â he argued. âWhy would you think that?â
âIâm just tired of hiding,â you sighed. âItâs like Iâm making you do something bad.â
There was a brief ache in his chest, as guilt swelled up like a wave. Coward, an inner voice spat.
Carding his fingers through your hair, he pressed his lips against the temple of your head. âYou make me feel like the best version of myself.â
âHm.â You pinched your lips together, wanting to believe him, but you werenât convinced.
He observed this, but decided not to press the issue any further, knowing that you needed action, not words.
Sheâll be your downfall. A surly voice piped up within him, like fire and brimstone. He shook it off, ignoring the moral tug-of-war that had occurred once he made that statement, as he vowed to prove himself to you in the coming days.
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The next time youâd agreed to meet was in church, after the very last Mass of the day. He was serving as an altar boy again, and you were intrigued as to whether he had planned to reenact the entire confessional scene or switch it up with something new, like making you go through the Stations of the Cross while fucking you. You giggled at the idea, only to be shushed by a fellow parishioner, whom you had disturbed in meditative prayer.
When Mass ended and everyone except yourself had left the nave, you waited patiently for him in the pews. After a while, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to face Leon, who had changed into his casual clothes. As you got to your feet, he cupped the sides of your face in his hands, closing the distance, and bringing your lips to meet his in a fervent kiss. You were slightly taken aback by his initiation, since he was usually the shyer one out of the two of you.
Claiming your hand in his, he led you to the front, where the altar stood before the austere crucifix that hung from the wall. He smirked, noticing the look of shock and incredulity on your face, as it gradually began to dawn on you what he had in mind. However, he was anxious too, you could tell from the way his hand was trembling. He was sealing his fate, and you were both going down together. Nothing could bring you back after this ultimate act of blasphemy.
At the foot of the altar, he caressed his lips against yours. âI guess God is our witness now.â
Leaning in, you found yourselves consumed in a lip lock, which deepened with each passing second as you helped each other out of your clothes, kicking them off unceremoniously to the side. He spun you around, bending you forward against the smooth, marble top of the altar. The cold surface caused your nipples to harden and goosebumps to form on your skin. You shivered as he spread your legs wider apart and knelt down, holding your thighs as he licked a firm stripe along your silken folds.Â
As he continued to lap at the sensitive flesh, he brought a hand towards your clit, stroking it softly with his middle finger. You jerked from the sensation, whimpering as he alternated between thrusting his tongue into your heat and suckling it with his lips. There was a slight pressure as you felt one of his fingers sliding into your pussy, already soaked with arousal. At the same time, his tongue trailed up towards your rim, teasing it with long, flat licks.
âOh my god!â You gasped, gripping the edge of the altar, as an electrifying tingle coursed through your veins.
There was a playful smack on your ass. âForgotten the Third Commandment already?â Leon scolded.
âHuh?â
âTaking the Lordâs name in vain,â he mimicked your tone from when you had teased him at the confessional.
âUgh,â you whined. âIâm sure this is the least of our concerns.â
You felt his hot breath against your asshole before he dipped his tongue in lightly. Simultaneously, he pumped your pussy, pushing in another finger and stretching you out, before his tongue went back to circling around your rim, inciting a string of moans from your mouth.
âFeeling good?â
âMm, yes,â you replied hoarsely. âBut when are you going to fuck me?â
He coughed out a laugh at your bluntness, before imparting a piece of unsolicited advice. âPatience is a virtue.â
You groaned at his quip. âReally, Leon? Are you-â
He interrupted rudely, pressing his hand on your back as he entered you, burying his cock deep into your cunt. You nearly screamed in ecstasy as he pounded his hips against your ass repeatedly, already setting a brutal pace from the beginning. Maybe you shouldâve been careful of what you wished for.
âWhat was that again?â He taunted.
You growled, clenching your jaw as you felt his dick dragging against your sensitive walls. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the space. Your mind fogged up in an insatiable haze as you pushed back rhythmically against his thrusting, allowing him to penetrate you further, and taking pleasure in how his head brushed against your cervix with each stroke.
âSo close,â you rasped, your core tightening as if it was about to burst.
At this, he pulled away briefly, flipping you over as he lifted you onto the altar top. He had a bruising grip around your thighs, which you wrapped around his waist instinctively, interlocking your ankles behind his back to draw him closer. Bewitched, he took a moment to drink in the divine sight of your flushed, moist body, supple and wanting in his arms, before kissing you sloppily on the mouth. Pressing his forehead against yours, he asserted, âYou donât know what you do to me, angel.â
With that, he rutted into you relentlessly, your breasts bouncing as you clung to the back of his neck, crying out in rapture. When you finally snapped, a glimmer from the gold cross necklace he wore daily flashed before your eyes. You looped your index finger around it, tugging at it as you peered up at the bleeding face of Christ looking down at you ominously from the crucifix. The last remains of the dayâs light filtered through the stained glass behind him, casting a kaleidoscope of mottled colors across your bodies, the altar and the stone floor, like a disease.
You realized you had tempted Leon beyond salvation. But in spite of it, he had followed you willingly. This was the proof he had wanted to show you. You were the angel he would desecrate everything for. Heâd cut your wings off so youâd be his and stay.
His cock throbbed with desire as he rode you through your orgasm. As he neared the edge, he pulled out, finishing himself off. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he murmured a mixture of curses and professions against your skin, while spurting hot white cum over the mound of your pussy. Holding onto the marbled structure for support, he bent over you, placing tender kisses on your eyes and your lips.
It seemed as if he had turned his back on God and worshiped you now. But instead of a guilty conscience, you felt nothing but love. Silently, both of you cleaned up and got dressed. He delicately reattached the butterfly clip that had come loose in your hair, while you wiped away the lipstick that had smudged onto his face. There would be no signs of what had transpired, except he had another surprise lined up for you.Â
Upon exiting the church doors, Leon took your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, as you walked out onto the street together. You were his - heâd show you off to the whole damn world without shame.
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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long ïżœïżœïżœ
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thanks for sharing my lady
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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN đ€Źđ€Źđ€Ź NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!
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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.
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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something
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hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?
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lord bolton's bastard killed him
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oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess
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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Starkâwould a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.
Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! đ
#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy
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ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL
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TW: Red Wedding, death, violence
A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.
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lol i thought it was for robb stark
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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguardâi believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguardâbecause the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.
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Taehyung fic recs 2023
In honor of Taehyungâs birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Taehyung fanfictions, that Iâve read this year đI havenât read that much of Taehyung, just recently gotten into it, so the list might be short, so Iâll leave some of the fics Iâm really excited to read from my âto readâ list đ I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing âš All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart đ„č
âMost of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.âÂ
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original ficâs post đAnd if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated đ
BTS fic rec index â May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(đ) |
Emoji meaning â angst = đ©ïž, smut = đ„”, fluff = đ„°, comedy = đ, yandere = đ, thriller/dark = đ».Â
âOne of the Boys by @littlemisskookie
// kth x f.reader // childhoodfriends!au, slice of life, bestfriends!au, neighbors!au, high school!au // đ©ïžđ„”đ„°
đ All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
đšïž Woaw! This was so incredibly good, itâs almost hard to describe, but Iâll try: it does a brilliant job at setting the story up, following oc and Taehyung since childhood, and how their friendship develops over time (and their feelings). Itâs really cute and funny and with great smut at the end. Overall a brilliantly good read đŻ
âBaby, Oh Baby by @jungkookiebus
// kth x f.reader // established relationship, noneidol!au // đ„”đ„°
đ Taehyung and you have been trying for months to get pregnant; youâve tried crazy diets, stuck to your calendar, got him to diet, but itâs all been for nothing. No matter how healthy your doctor says you are, you canât conceive. Taehyung tries everything within his power to show you that everything is going to be okay and for one night he makes you forget all about the calendars, schedules, and all the crazy things that came with you trying to have a baby.Â
đšïž This was just really cute and loving đ„čThe smut was also just â€ïžâđ„đŻ
âBaby Maker by @kookslastbutton
// kth x f.reader // marriage!au // đ„”đ„°
đ You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.
đšïž Aish, the smut in this đ„Also all the dirty talk really had me going đ„”
âUnder wraps by @jungkxook
// kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // đ„”đ„°
đ Thereâs nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you canât possibly say no.
đšïž I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU đ„” the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built đđŸ I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating đ„č the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and taeâs parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels đ ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) đ a really great fic that Iâll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come âš I loved it! Please go read it if you havenât already đ„č
âFarmer boy, I Love You by @strawberrynamjoon
// kth x f.reader // farming!au, lowkey e2l // đ„”đ
đ Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncleâs small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didnât plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
đšïž This was just utterly sweet, so fluffy đ„ș I really liked this: the way that reader and Taehyungâs friendship deepens, their friends and their banter đ„ș everything was so good, soft, sad sometimes, and just really great and funny too đ€
âThe Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd
// kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // đ„”
đ Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. Youâre so tired of Kim Taehyungâs stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.
đšïž At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore Iâve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT đ„” Thereâs a lot of banter and their mutual âhatredâ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing âš
âLoverboy by @kookslastbutton
// kth x f.reader // established relationship // đ„”đ„°đ©ïž
đ After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your bodyâare you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.
đšïž These coworkers gotta go, okay?! đ đ€Ł Planting seeds of doubt in OCâs head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real âloverboyâ đ Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC đ„č That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it âš
âHush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung
// kth x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, music festival!au // đ„”
đ Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..
đšïž Pure gold âš â I donât really have much to say, except GO READ IT.
For all of the other lovely fics that I havenât gotten around to read, but Iâm very excited about, Iâve compiled my âto readâ list đ
âTo readâ list âŹïž
Maybe I do [series; completed] by @chateautae
Gold Rush by @ditttiii
Fanservice by @bangtanintotheroom
Trip by @daechwitatamic
The Art of Obsession by @kooktrash
Dick on the Go by @jeonggukingdom
Love me or we both go down by @gukyi
Gank Mid Lane by @kth1
Good for Me by @icedmatchatae
Something about him by @kooktrash
Love, secret Santa by @jamaisjoons
All I Want for Christmas is You by @ladyartemesia
Buzzed [series; completed] by @junqkook
Iâm so sorry that I didnât get to read more! đ Life happened, and yeah. But all of these wonderful fics on my list sound so incredibly good and I really look forward to reading them and give them a lovely review đ
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!! đ đ„ł đ
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Weekly Recap | March 18th-24th 2024
It's a long one today folks! I hope you enjoy! :) If you know anyone who's not tagged, don't hesitate to let me know!
idk 'bout you but I can't wait for the final part of the premiere on Thursday!!! đ
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anything that is beautiful, people want to break. by dylaesthetics (Post-Coma, Trans Buck | 3K | Teen): Buck has never meant to keep it a secret from the one-eighteen. Hell, he trusts them with much more gritty, uncomfortable stuff than that. Itâs more like⊠It hasnât come up. Thereâs been no reason for it to come up. But then he gets struck by lightning and the mix-up with his medical records happens. A nurse he hasnât seen yet barges into Buckâs hospital room, with his entire family in it, blood and found alike, and stares at him for one dumbfounded moment before blurting out a name he hasnât been addressed by in well over eight years.Â
not flesh and blood but the heart by Jinko / @jinkohhh (Post-S6, Getting Together | 10K | Explicit): Five times people assumed Chris was Buck's son + one time Eddie confirmed it.
đ„ donât wanna let you love somebody else but me by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (S7 Spec, Bachelor Party, Pretend Relationship | 14K | Teen): or, chris wants dating advice and it turns out taking your best friend on a pretend date to practice being as romantic as possible is not a good idea in theory or in practice, considering the pesky being-in-unrequited-love of it all
A Little Bit of the Bubbly by Jinko/ @jinkohhh (Post-S6, PWP, Getting Together | 7K | Explicit): Since turning 30, Buck's relationship with champagne has changed. It also manages to change his relationship with Eddie.
washed away (but not) by Jinko / @jinkohhh (S7 Spec | 3K | Teen): âWell, this is awkward.â Every part of Buck wanted to tell Chim to go fuck himself, but he couldnât, so he didnât. Nothing made a situation more awkward than pointing out the awkwardness of it. âSo which one of you two made the deathbed love confession?â Ravi laughed, and frankly, Ravi could go fuck himself, too. The both of them could go fuck themselves because both Chimney and Ravi were correct.
i like the way you scratch my itch by oklahoma/ @sunshinediaz (BTHB: Hives | 3K | Teen): Buckâs big blue eyes sparkle. âYouâre so cute, did you know that?â he asks, leaning close enough Eddie can count the small red-brown-orange freckles all across his nose. âEven when youâre red from poison ivy.â Red. Red from the poison ivy. Yeah, yep, thatâs exactly what heâs so red for. Absolutely.
meet you in the middle. by dylaesthetics (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): OR buck and eddie get their shit together during a regular friday movie night at the diaz house.
đ„ Even in Winter There is Eranthis by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Hades/Persephone AU | 45K | Explicit): Buck is supposedly a god. Supposedly. But he's got no idea what his domain is or what role he plays in Olympus. When he meets Christopher, a young boy lost and trying to find his father, he helps Chris get home - and ends up accidentally binding himself to the Underworld. Now bound to Eddie, the god of the dead, Buck must spend half the year with him in the Underworld while winter reigns above. But even as something grows between them, there are still trials to endure. Just because the gods are not mortal... does not mean they cannot die.
đ„ My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Mythological AU, BDSM | 80K | Explicit): When Eddie needs cash and fast to take care of Christopher, his LAFD Academy buddy suggests a job as a bouncer at Elysium - an exclusive sex club in downtown Los Angeles. Eddie doesn't care what goes on there, so long as he's paid, but he finds he cares a lot bout the club's enigmatic owner, Evan Buckley, and it's not long before the two of them are violating every boss-employee rule in the book. But there's something different about Buck and the club, something not quite... human. If Eddie wants to keep Buck, he's going to have to delve into the world of immortals, and all the risks that implies.
and check out the amazing podfic!! đ„ My Blood on Your Skin (My Rose on Your Snow) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea)/ @rhea314
hold tight, youâre slowly coming back to life by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (S7E01 Coda, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Eddie runs into Natalia at the grocery store. He learns something about her and Buckâs breakup that gives him the final push to take care of his own complicated love life.
đ„ miracles under your sighs and moans by napricot (Sex Pollen, PWP | 21K | Explicit): When Eddie gets exposed to an experimental aphrodisiac on a call, he realizes thereâs only one person he trusts to help him get through it: Buck.
Touch Me and I'll Scream by rogerzsteven/ @rogerzsteven (BTHB: Unhealthy Coping Mecanisms, Established Buddie | 5K | Mature): At his low, Buck uses rough sex as a way of self harm.
in another life by bellabrady (Coma AU | 2K | Not Rated): Or: Buck's in a coma and dreams of a life where Daniel never died and he never became a firefighter.
Locations by rogerzsteven/ @rogerzsteven (BTHB: Vomiting, Drowning | 4K | General): In which Buck drowns.
I was born to take care of you by Beulaugh/ @if-music-be-the-food-of-love (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Buck has a revelation at work and then promptly falls on his face. Eddie Diaz's ass: 1, Evan Buckley: 0
hold the silence. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6 | 3K | Teen): OR while looking for clothes to donate, Buck stumbles upon the shirt he was wearing when Eddie got shot.
Tomorrow we can drive around this town by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (S7 Spec, Drunk Eddie | 4K | Mature): If Eddie had been sober, he would have realized it wasn't something to be happy about. But drunk as he was, it had the blood singing in his veins, because Buck was going home with him, not Tommy. Tommy could go fuck himself â or you know, anyone else who was willing, but not Evan Buckley. Because Eddie was a pathetic, sloppy drunk and his best friend had a responsibility to make sure he didn't choke on his own vomit or drown himself in the bathroom sink.
sang to the sea for feelings deep blue by Tizniz/ @tizniz (S7 Spec, Cruise Ship Emergency | 14K | General): God, he hopes Buck got out. That he isnât trying to get to Eddie. That he gets to go home. And not just because Christopher needs him, although he does since Eddie is fairly certain heâs not making it home this time. He doesnât let himself dwell too long on that thought. No, Eddie wants Buck to go home because he deserves it. Because Buck deserves to live. Because Eddie needs him to live.
you've got game by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (S7E01 Coda, Established Buddie | 1K | General): a silly little late night conversation about chris being a 'ladies man'
take this life and make it yours (take this heart and let it love again) by Maira/ @carrierofthepaperclips (Canon Divergent, Post-Coma | 31K | Mature): Before he could second guess it, heâd dialled Eddieâs number and listened to it ring in his ear. As soon as he heard the click of the connection, he said, âEddie, what the hell, man?â âI meant what I said. I donât know who you think you are, but call this number again and I will contact the police.â . . . or, the one where Buck finally figures out he's in love with Eddie, only for things to not go as planned. At first.
if i bleed, you'll be the last to know by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (S7, Hurt Buck | 6K | Teen): buck gets stabbed while out on a run and then... doesn't tell anyone about it. eddie loses his shit when he finds out, they have a moment in the kitchen and they kiss.... not necessarily in that order.
Baby, take me by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (S7E01 Coda, Getting Together | 4K | Explicit): âSame thing,â Eddie nuzzled him, stubble scratching even more as he moved his face. When he stopped nuzzling, he pulled back far enough that he could see Buckâs face. âI said stop thinking.â âKinda hard to turn my brain off.â âPretty sure I turned it off just fine last night,â Eddie said with a smirk that went straight to Buckâs cock, already half hard just from the way Eddieâs stubble is dragging across his skin. âIs that how I get you to stop thinking?â
when you call me yours by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Established Buddie, Proposal | 5K | General): Buck starts calling Eddie his husband. Only problem...they're not engaged. aka the 5 times Buck refers to Eddie as his husband and the 1 time Eddie makes it true.
just lay back in my arms for one more night by diazbegins/ @evanbegins (Established Buddie, Fluff | 2K | Teen): Buck loves Eddie as he naps.
Brat Burrito by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Established Buddie | 1K | General): Just a cute Buddie moment about breakfast burritos.
it's a sliding into home kind of day by devirnis/ @devirnis (PWP | 3K | Explicit): Eddieâs eyes still donât leave the television. Frowning to himself, Buck cranes his neck to get a look at what could possibly be more important than him coming home after covering a tragically Eddie-less shift. A baseball game evidently is the answer.
your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep by BekkaChaos/ @bekkachaos (New Years Eve, Getting Together | 8K | Teen): aka, Eddie's in love with Buck and he doesn't know how to tell him, until there's a miscommunication and fate (well, Hen) intervenes.
Loose Threads by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Secret Relationship | 3K | Explicit): New to dating and keeping it quiet, Buck and Eddie get a little carried away on a slower shift at the firehouse. But when the alarm eventually sounds, a spur of the moment mistake leaves them a little mixed up.
Married Life by buddiefication (pumpkincreamcoldbrew)/ @911onabc (S5, Getting Together | 2K | General): Taylor films Buck for a TikTok challenge, and Buck finds out he would much rather be his best friendâs husband than his girlfriendâs.
A Seal By Any Other Name (Would Still Be My Best Friend) by bigfootsmom (Seal!Buck, Post-Tsunami | 5K | General): Evan "Buck" Buckley is a collection of oddities. But they're just what makes Buck Buck and Eddie loves him for them. Eddie had thought that after their years of friendship (and maybe something more) that nothing Buck could do would surprise him anymore. But there is one oddity that Eddie never saw coming. âHow about you start with why there was a seal in my bathtub and now thereâs just you in my bathtub.â (Part 1 of Seal!Buck as in the aquatic mammal)
Just Add Water by bigfootsmom (Seal!Buck, Tsunami | 3K | General): There may be more to Buck than meets the eye. But he's still only human(ish) and getting stuck in a natural disaster with his best friend's son is still all sorts of terrifying. A small hysterical part of his brain thinks about how ironic it would be if this was how he died. Him, a mythical aquatic creature, drowning. The universe would surely laugh and the long line of Buckley ancestors would turn in their graves. (Part 2 of Seal!Buck as in the aquatic mammal)
you can be my daddy (come on, you know you like) by bigfootsmom (Getting Together, Daddy Kink | 4K | Mature): Buck has a teeny tiny problem. One, he's in love with his best friend. Two, he wants to call said best friend Daddy.
It's the softness that breaks you by bigfootsmom (BDSM, Hurt/Comfort | 6K | Explicit): Or the one where Buck has more issues with intimacy than he had originally thought.
lay your love on me by bigfootsmom (PWP, Getting Together | 3K Explicit): Buck never thought the words he said to Eddie in the kitchen would ever come back to haunt him like this. Honestly, heâs not complaining.
you made me feel (i've got nothing to hide) by bigfootsmom (Virgin!Buck, Established Buddie, PWP | 8K | Explicit): Buck has a secret: Contrary to popular belief, Evan "Buck" Buckley is actually a virgin.
WIP
đ„ Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 22/? | 162K | Explicit | âïžWarning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.
đ„ Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 6/18 | 37K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his familyâs expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.
đ„ Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 122/? | 374K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesnât always look like it. Even if it doesnât always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
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I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MARVELS.
But Iâll refrain from direct spoilers for now. Itâs mildly spoiler-y maybe but very generalized and Iâm gonna talk around some stuff. đ
The nutshell?
Itâs legit SO fun. Itâs a fun, funny as hell, really ENJOYABLE time at the movies. I laughed. Got misty. Felt feels. And wow⊠THE CAMEOS!!! đ„
This movie is for everybody. Families should have a great time. But fangirls especially will LOVE. Highly recommend for a SMILE. đž
Cool action. Great music. Lovable cast (I will adore Iman Vellani as Kamala Khan forever). Laugh out loud moments. I loved it. It didnât unnecessarily waste time nor stretch anything out. Itâs just under 2 hours and it WORKS.
Look, yeah itâs blah blah random plot lore lore etc but it opens up for the future while giving a blast of a ride in the present (and nods to the past). đ
Go. Now. đ
And stay for the mid-credit scene!
Lastly, IMO, itâs all very queer coded. Baity even. THAT đ¶ scene was the one iffy thing for me. Kinda silly, and really felt like a âno homoâ for the straights but a wink wink and super coded for the LGBTQs. âMarriage of convenienceâ ⊠đ€đ Anyway itâs pretty clear Carol and Valkyrie definitely hooked up. And we all know Maria was so totally her partner before, because come on already⊠Monica is her dang daughter, that âAuntâ shit ainât flyinâ. And Kamala is hardcore CRUSHINâ on Carol. đ
Also one of the cameos at the end. Of all characters they chose the one people are also shipping with another female character, played by an actress beloved by the sapphics for her previous queer roles? And the cats?! So many cats. đ Plus Valkyrie in a suit? SAPPHICS RISE.
This entire movie was a whole fruit basket but in a way that slides past heteronormative audiences so âfamilies can still enjoyâ (đ) but thatâs a whole other ramble (or rant) for another day.
In the meantime⊠itâs so fun, yâall. Please GO. Itâs important to support projects like these or theyâll keep pulling back on women and POC in these things. Even though the strike impacted promotion and the butthurt fragile misogynists are trying to review bomb (as always). Itâs legit a fun time and if you hated it I have to just assume you hate fun, so. Go. See it. Spread the word. đ
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Ok, I just have to ask you. Can we have more daddy Mihawk? đ« đ„
Please đ„ș
You Got is Sugar!
Mihawk x FemReader +OOC Children
LiniÈte! {Be Quiet!}
Since Mihawk is Romanian đ·đŽ I thought him speaking the tongue/culture would be fun!
If I got shit wrong PLEASE tell me!
âą Most people do not realize this, because Mihawk keeps it behind closed door. But- He is very heavily tied to his culture of birth.
âą Most of the time at home, Mihawk has developed the habit of just speaking his native tongue. Feeling comforble enough to do so- As well as wanting to pass it on to his children.
âą Mihawk summoning Alucare to his study one frosty morning, humming a song from his youth as he has a stack of papers and books before him. The gloomy teen stepping in and raising a brow at his father-
âą "Ănchide uÈa" (Close the Door-) Mihawk said calmly waving to his child who stares at him confused. "What language are you speaking old man?-"
âą "From now on I'm only speaking my native language to you. So you learn or you starve-" He says calmly as he hands his son the book. "You've got to be kidding-"
âą "Nu glumesc" (I'm not kidding-)
âą He adores you and will speak with you privately in his native tongue, teaching you important words that will only ever be used for you-
âą Does not use tradional physical punishments. Truthfully he doesn't believe in them- Yes he will be a harsh teacher in training since that is different.
âą Laying next to you in the soft silks of bed whispering "Te iubesc" Softly to you. Teaching you the meanings of every word, as well as being more vocally affectionate in this language.
âą "Well at least youre learning the language" Mihawk said with a heavy sigh looking at Alucare who got his ass handed to him-
âą "Face din nou" (Do it again) Mihawk says calmly tapping his sword clean as Alicare laid on the ground trying to get up.
âą "Du-te dracului!" (Go to Hell) Alucare growls out.
âą Mihaela is constantly in his arms. He truthfully refuses to let her go, doting on her heavily and seeing her as his star in his sky.
- Mihawk walked into his father's study, raising a brow at seeing the man holding Miha still while going through papers. Mihawk glancing up at his eldest rather quickly-
âą He is delicate and handles much of Mihaela nightly upkeep. Letting you sleep throughout the night since you worked so hard during the days.
âą Changing diapers, getting bottles, dealing with any midnight fussiness. He handles it all with grace and making sure you sleep- As well as takes this time to clean up the nursery or the bedroom so it's something you don't stress about.
âą He will immediately wake up at the first sounds of his darling daughter fussing. Walking calmly to her nursery and always greet her the same way-
âą "Scumpa mea~" (My treasure) Mihawk smiling at his fussing daughter. "So beautiful, like your your mother-" before scooping her up in his arms.
âą Spoils Mihaela fucking ROTTEN- The whole house does really but Mihawk is the worse..
"Seems girls ate favored in this family" Alucare muses, his words having no mallace and just a simple jest at how his sister was so heavily spoiled. Mohawk raising a brow at this and staring at his child-
"Favored?" He questioned rather calmly.
"Yeah like favorite chil-"
"No-" Mihawk said calmy but firmly, cutting off his son. "Miha is my Sun, Bright, Innocent and Sweet but clearly with a fire of an attitude. You are my Moon, Smart, Ambitious and Loyal but can be cold. And your mother, She is my sky. Day or Night she guides me and holds the two most important things in my life. You are all equally needed and important to me. Without one or another all would be lost" He clarified rather sharply.
Alucare face getting a hint of pink at the rather kind words his father spoke. Now unsure how to respond or explain to his father he was just making a joke.
Bonus!-
Mihawk notices his cigars are missing- While he doesn't personally smoke he does have expensive cigars for guest or have gifted to him as gifts-
He knew he had counted 30- yet he had only 27 in his collection. Irritation hitting him as he closes the box and calmly grabs his hat-
On the otherside of the Island, Alucare is sitting on one of the old abandoned pillars- a place he had turned into his hide out were he could relax. Currently with one bottle of wine he had snuck from his father's secret stash and a cigar.
This had turned into his favorite pass time. Drinking directly out of the bottle and taking a mouthful of smoke as he sat there looking over the gloomy island-
However this was soon to end when a menacing shadow with glowing yellow eyes stood behind him- Alucare feeling his hair stand up on end as he slowly turned to see the invision of the devil himself there.
"O sÄ numÄr pĂąnÄ la trei-"
(I'm gonna count to Three-)
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Smoke Eater - Part 19
Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. ReaderÂ
Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but heâs also known to break a few hearts. Heâs starting to crave something heâs never had, though. Something stable. Something real.Â
Thatâs when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.
đ„ Series Masterlist
AN: Deep breaths, my friends. Weâre almost to the end. â€ïž
Word Count: 5,800
Tags/Warnings: Violence, peril, blood and guns, character deathâŠ
Part 19: âSacrificeâ
âHey, sweetheart,â he greetedâŠbut you didnât answer.
âYou there?â he asked. There was a pit forming in his stomach when he glanced up at John. His father met his gaze with furrowed brows that betrayed concern.
The line was silent for one more painful moment. Dean opened his mouth to call out to you again, but a smooth voice interrupted.
âDean, Dean, Dean,â a man replied. âForgetting something?â
Deanâs heart began to pound. His mouth parted, but for a moment, the words wouldnât escape.
âWho is this?â he said. His voice was a hint unsteady.
âI think you know, son,â the man replied.
Deanâs wide eyes flicked up to Johnâs, and the other man sprang into action. He shot a look and a whispered order at Cas, who went running for some IP tracking equipment back in the police car.
Meanwhile, John guided Dean to sit down on the couch. Sam followed them on his brotherâs right, while John sat on Deanâs left.
Dean put the phone on speaker between the three of them.
âYouâre Daniel Savage, huh?â Dean said. He tried to inject some more control into his tone, like he wasnât freaking the fuck out. âMan, do I feel special.â
âOh, donât flatter yourself, Dean-o. Iâm doing the same thing your dadâs doing. Hooking the bigger fish.â
Deanâs lips pursed. He glanced at his father, but his attention on the phone turned steely.
âWhat the hell do you want?â he asked. âYour lackeyâs on lockdown. Soâs your bastard son. If you want to help him, Iâd suggest you turn your ass over to the cops.â
âYes, Nickâs an idiot. But family, right?â said Daniel. He breathed out a sigh.
But then his voice was firm and calculating. It made Deanâs skin crawl.
âCards on the table, son. Your daddyâs got something of mine. Iâve got something of yours.â
Deanâs face hardened, but John raised a placating hand; a warning to keep calm. Dean tried to take a breath.
His heart clenched at the mere thought of you being in the same room with that man. Having been taken and hauled to God knows where. He couldnât imagine how scared you were. And if you were hurtâŠ
Fuck. There was a roiling pit forming in his stomach, his head starting to pound in time with his heartbeat.
Already Cas was back with a laptop and program designed to track the callerâs phone. He was fiddling with the settings, trying to get a read. Dean knew he had to keep this fucker talking.
âYou have her with you?â he asked.
âSure do. Sheâs a pretty little thing.â
Deanâs jaw clenched in a furious glare. âDonât you fucking touch her, you son of a bitch.â
âQuid pro quo, Dean. What can you do for me?â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked, as desperation began to escape him. âThereâs no way theyâre letting Nick go before the trial. Itâs out of my dadâs hands.â
âYour dad has no real evidence that my son is anything more than a successful businessman,â said Daniel. âIf you really need someone to pin these unfortunate murders on, you had your man in custodyâŠbut, oh wait. You gave him immunity.â
Deanâs eyes were desperate when they met Samâs worried ones, then their fatherâs. It didnât matter that John and Cas did have evidence besides Alastairâs testimony. All Dean cared about was you.
He swallowed. âWhat do you want me to do?â
âNothing. Itâs what I want John to do.â
Dean took a moment to close his eyes, pull himself together. His hands squeezed his knees to brace himself. When he next opened his eyes, he let out a sharp breath.
âWhat do you want then? Aside from Nick somehow breaking loose,â he asked.
âI want your dad to back the fuck off, once and for all,â Daniel said. His voice was more edged, with both warning and a hint of frustration. âOr Iâll make his son live the same pathetic existence he does.â
Deanâs next breath came out harsher, as both John and Sam sharpened at the threat.
âThatâs right, Dean. These are my terms of engagement, else Iâm gonna have a bonfire with your girl here.âÂ
It all gripped Dean at once.
Panic, anger, and desperation.
He grabbed the phone and spoke harshly into the speaker.
âPut her on the damn line," he said. "I wanna hear her and know this isnât a trick.â
Daniel sighed, like he was getting bored. âOh, all right.â
There was some shuffling, the sound of Danielâs steps echoing in what sounded like a large room. Deanâs brows furrowed as he heard sounds of your struggle, then your labored breaths, as if a gag had been removed from your mouth.
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and talk to him,â said Daniel.
Soon enough, your tremulous voice reached him.
âDean?â you said. You sounded like you were fighting tears; maybe even losing. Deanâs heart broke all the more for it.
âYeah, itâs me. Are you okay?â he asked.
âYeahâŠyeah, Iâm okay,â you said, though your voice shook. He hoped you werenât lying for his sake.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart.â He raised a fist to his mouth, ignoring how it shook. âYouâre gonna be okay. Iâm going to find youââ
All too soon, the phone was taken away from you.
âRule number one of negotiations, kid. Donât make promises you canât keep.â
Deanâs eyes widened. The next thing he heard was a hard slap. It echoed into the speaker, along with your shout of both surprise and pain, a chair toppling over.
âYou fucking bastard,â Dean seethed. âWhen I find youââ
John interrupted this time, taking the cell phone from Dean. He shot his son a look that was meant to be reassuring, but Dean was too incensed. Sam gripped his shoulder and earned his brotherâs gaze. Deanâs chest heaved with the effort of calming his breathing.
âWhat do you want?â John said into the phone. His voice was clipped and direct.
While he continued to speak, Cas was frowning in frustration over his laptop.
âAnything?â Sam asked.
âI canât get a lock on his signal. He must have something throwing off the scanner,â Cas replied.
Dean growled in frustration and pushed off the couch. He began to pace the living room, all while he tried to keep an ear on what John was saying lowly into the phone.
By the time he hung up, Dean was raging.
âFuck this, Iâm gonna find her,â he said. John tried to stop him from going anywhere with a hand on his shoulder. Dean knocked him off angrily. Sam also stood, for once on the same page as his father, no matter how much he sympathized.
âDean, you need to calm down,â John tried.
It was the wrong thing to say.
âI didnât ask for this!â Dean shouted. The force of it echoed on the apartment walls. âMatter of fact, Iâve never asked you for a damn thing until now. Only that youâd keep me in the loop on Azazel, and keep her out of this. But you couldnât even do that, could you?â
Sam was at a loss, looking between his father and brother. Cas was also caught in between, watching the scene with concern, and bated breath.
Johnâs broad shoulders sunk a bit, along with the deep breath he expelled.
âYouâre right,â John said. His eyes held the weight of his words. Of sincerity. And by degrees, Deanâs anger lessened.
Again, not by much.
âLetâs fix it,â said John. âOnce and for all.â
Dean wasnât fully recovered from his TBI. Heâd been cleared for driving, but not yet for full physical exercise, let alone going back to work. The stress of all this was giving him a powerful headache, but there was no way he was going to be sidelined now, on any part of it.
Sam was forced to withdraw the case against Nick Savage, citing lack of evidence to support a trial at this time. The judge gave Sam permission to refile when he was able to build a better case.
John was then tasked with escorting Nick out of prison. Cas, meanwhile, was sitting in his personal car outside the county jail with Dean in the passenger seat. Cas didnât trust what his friend would do behind the wheel once he saw Nick.
âWhat happens after Nick gets out?â Dean asked. âDadâs been cagey about the whole deal.â
âWeâre escorting him to the airport,â Cas said. âThere weâll wait for Daniel and make the exchange.â
Nick, for you. That was the deal.
âAnd then?â Dean asked, his teeth already clenching.
Cas blew out a sigh. âWeâll have a unit waiting on standby. Weâre going to try and get ahold of whoever has her, though I doubt Daniel will come himself.â
âWhat if you canât catch him?â Dean pressed.
Cas didnât want to have to tell his friend something he didnât want to hear, but he didnât make a habit of lying to Dean. He wasnât about to start now.
âThen itâs over, for now,â he replied. âWe each go back to our corners and regroup.â
âDadâll never stop hunting this guy,â Dean said.
âThat may be,â Cas nodded. âBut he does have a line.â Â
âMy fatherâs an obsessed bastard,â Dean groused. âHe doesnât have a damn line.â
Cas looked over at him then. He was calm and sympathetic, and yet, still disagreeing in his silence. Dean knew he was probably wrong, but in the moment, he didnât care. He was still angry.
He perked up, however, when the prison doors slid open. Out came John escorting Nick and his lawyer, Amelia. Nick looked as smug as ever now that his cuffs were off. He was given the clothes he was arrested inâa blue silk shirt, pants, Italian leather shoes, and a silver Rolex watch.
Screw this, Dean thought. He unlocked the car from his side and climbed out. He didnât care that he could hear Cas mutter a curse behind him and follow suit.
Nick saw Dean coming and couldnât help but smirk, even as John grasped his arm and led him to his police car.
âHey, fireman,â Nick taunted with his waggling brows. âWhereâs our girl?â
Deanâs lips edged at a dangerous smile. Cas came up just behind him, ready to restrain him if need be.
âYou can finesse your way out of this, but remember our little chat,â Dean said. His eyes burned with a thinly veiled threat. âNot a dime in this world can protect you from me.â
Nick pretended to shiver.
âOoh, Iâm so fucking scared,â he snarked. He resisted Johnâs manhandling and ripped his arm out of the other manâs grasp to step further into the open, leaving just a few yards between him and Dean.
âYou canât touch me,â Nick taunted. âYou wonât dare. Not unless you wantââ
Three shots rang out in the open clearing.
All heads ducked, but Deanâs eyes widened. He watched Nick crumple to the ground as scarlet red plumed in the manâs silk shirt. The shock etched on his face drained along with his life, leaving blue eyes staring up at a clear sky.
Forensics at the scene found traces of a sniper on the rooftop of a building directly across from the county jail.
John and Cas already were mounting an entire unit search in locating Alastair Rolston, but he had apparently moved out of his apartment as soon as he was released from prison with his immunity deal. (The police officers escorting him into witness protection had been found dead at the scene of his designated safe house.)
The detectives were later called into the medical examinerâs office on the case of Nick Savageânot to examine the body, but the bullets that had carved into his heart, right lung, and throat.
One of the bullets had a special casing. Inside was a rolled-up note, not unlike a carrier pigeon. It had a simple message:
JOHN â STULL STORAGE. COME ALONE.
Once again, Dean refused to sit idly. Heâd pushed back hard enough that John had eventually relented. This time, however, Sam stepped in to make sure his brother was reigned in. Deanâs knee was already bouncing with anticipation and nervousness.
It was nearly midnight on a Tuesday. The brothers sat in the surveillance van with Jody Mills, all wearing protective Kevlar vests as precaution. The van was removed from the immediate site of Stull Storage, which was made up of a main warehouse and several rows of storage units on the other side.Â
Cas was leading another police unit on standby, but John was going into the warehouse. He wore his usual leather jacket over his rumpled shirt, pants, and boots, but also a protective vest and hidden wire under his collar.
Sam, Dean, and Jody were able to listen in as John entered alone.
He had a flashlight positioned over his raised gun as he walked into the building. He found some light switches along the wall and was able to turn on half the roomâs fluorescent ceiling lights.
He heard a whimper.
Moving towards the sound cautiously, John soon found you tied to a chair. You looked a bit worse for wear; though you were dressed for an interview in black slacks and a blouse, your hair was in disarray, your cheek still sported a fading red mark, and you likely had other bumps and bruises.
Your eyes widened with hope when you saw John. You made sounds of surprise around the gag tied in your mouth, but he shushed you with a finger held to his lips.
He went over to you after lowering his gun, cocking back the safety, and re-holstering. He went to untie the gag first. You breathed deeply when it was gone.
âYou okay?â he asked, touching your arm in comfort.
âYeah,â you nodded, but your widening eyes still darted behind him.
Another safety clicked back. John immediately drew his gun again and turned. He was met with the man of the hour.
Standing mere feet away with his own gun was Daniel Savage. AKA: Azazel.
âOoh, youâre getting old, John,â he said with a smirk. âWasnât expecting to get the drop on you so easily.â
John subtly moved so he was standing in front of you. He hadn't had time to untie you from the chair. Your breathing came out shallow as you tried to spy around John to your captor.
âDaniel,â John greeted. âItâs about time, wouldnât you say?â
âYou cheated though,â said Daniel, despite his cocky smirk. Like father like son. âI know youâve got a team waiting in the wings.â
âIf you wanna get technical, you cheated first,â John pointed out.
Daniel shrugged. Behind him came around ten of his own hired men, armed with their own guns. âHate the player, hate the game, my friend.â
Johnâs lips pursed, but he didnât lower his gun. He had a straight shot at Danielâs chest.
âEven if you do get off a shot, youâll be Swiss cheese where you stand,â Daniel said.Â
âSmall price to pay for ending your miserable life,â John remarked.
Danielâs brows rose. âAre you gonna make her pay for it too?â
He gestured behind John, where he glanced back at your face. Your red-rimmed eyes were shining with tears. And John knew that once his gun fired, his body would hit the ground. Yours wouldnât be far behind.
His brows furrowed, and the hands holding his weapon wavered.
âSo how you do think this is gonna play out?â John asked.
âWell, for starters, youâre going to drop that damn gun,â said Daniel. He cocked his own weapon. âThen, youâre going to get down on your knees and take this bullet, like putting down a rabid dog. Then maybe, Iâll let her go before the cops rush in.â
Johnâs hesitation was mere seconds. He clicked the safety back on. He set down his gun, and lowered to his knees in slow movements.
Your eyes widened further as incredulous tears slipped down your cheeks. You shook your head.
âDonât!â you said shakily.Â
John didnât look back at you this time, but he did answer you.
âItâs all right, sweetheart,â he said.
Danielâs grim smile made you shiver.
âWhat a caring father-in-law,â he said, and he slowly stalked forward. âYou know, I prided myself on delegating my operations well. Oh, it was a well-oiled machine back in the day. But some thingsâŠwell, some things are just better handled yourself. Know what I mean?â
He tilted his head down at John.
âFor example: I really regret the way I had your wife killed,â he said. âFor all the trouble youâve given me, I wish Iâd actually burned the bitch myself.â
John glared up at the man with pure fury and hatred.
Though his eyes widened when the first shot split the air, and buried a bullet in Danielâs left arm. Daniel shouted in pain as he unconsciously dropped his gun. John dove for it, and everything started to happen at once.
Daniel kicked at Johnâs chest while holding his wounded arm, tossing the other man back. John rolled onto his feet, and their full out brawl began. Meanwhile, a unit of police officers swarmed into the warehouse and sparked a shootout with Danielâs men.
And in all of this, Cas came out from behind your line of vision to untie you. He wore a protective vest over his usual white dress shirt, now rolled up to the elbows.
âCas!â you gasped. He gave you a smile, then used a pocketknife to cut through the zip ties holding your wrists behind you and your ankles to the chair.
âCome on, letâs go.â He helped you up and guided you out the back of the warehouse.
The last coherent sound Sam and Dean heard was a bullet fired and hitting its target. They couldnât tell if it was John or Daniel that had been hit, or even you.
Above all things, Dean was a man of action.
He just couldnât take it anymore.
âFuck this,â he growled. He got to his feet and went for the door of the surveillance van, but while Jody voiced her protest, it was Sam who reached him first.
âDean, stop! You canât go out there!â Sam said.
âThe hell I canât,â Dean said. The punch he reared back and threw was precise when it cracked Sam in the cheek. He went down hard. It was all Jody could do to keep him from knocking his head on the metal floor, but Sam was out cold, with his hair flopped over his face.
"Dean!" Jody yelled after him. She stared after the open door of the van with wide, worried eyes.
There were rows upon rows of storage units behind the warehouse. It felt like a maze in itself, one that you and Cas were forced to navigate alone in the crisp January night. Both of you saw your breath on the air as you tried to move quickly, but quietly.
Until a long arm reached out on the other side of a unit, and a hand closed on Casâs gun, pushing it down and ripping it out of his hands. An elbow cracked into his face, making him grunt and stumble.
Your scream of surprise echoed in the night. You stared up into the familiar face of Alastair, whose mouth formed a sly grin.
âHey there, beautiful,â he said.
Cas distracted him with a blow that Alastair blocked, but it gave Cas room to break the taller manâs stance and knock his head against the unit wallâonce, twice, until the man stumbled and fell. He wasnât knocked out, but Cas didnât wait for Alastair to recover. He grabbed you and forced you to run.
âI thought he was in protective custody for the trial,â you said, through huffing breaths.
âEvidently he escaped,â Cas replied.
âGod, Cas. You really need to hand out some pink slips,â you said, with a tremor in your voice. The police were supposed to have been watching you as well, before you were kidnapped. Cas conceded your point.
âWe really shouldnât have given him immunity,â he grumbled.
Dean knew he was being some kind of idiot.
Knew it as he carefully approached a side door of the warehouse. His vest wouldnât protect his whole body if he entered the no manâs land shootout he could hear happening on the other side of the door.
Already he could see policemen escorting some of Azazelâs captured team around the front exit. Dean kept to the shadows, and he cracked the side door open.
There was still plenty going on inside. A few bodies were already strewn across the dusty warehouse floor. Large crates stacked up to the ceiling offered meager protection for both sides of the siege, including Dean as he kept to the wall and slid his way inside and behind a formation of wooden crates. He scanned the room until he found his dad.
John was fighting hand-to-hand with who had to be Daniel Savage. Even though the latter had blood dripping from his arm, John had his share of bruises and scrapes, including a long cut across his cheek from the knife clenched in Danielâs non-injured right hand.
What the hell do I do? Dean assessed the situation, his eyes darting quickly between the men. He came in here without a weapon (another smart move). He went through most of the training a million years ago, but Dean wasnât a police officer. He was a firefighter.
However, when he spotted a forgotten Glock on the floor, just a few yards away where the men were still tousling, Dean inched his way closer. Heâd have to leave the relative safety of the crates and throw himself out into the open to reach the gun. At this point, Daniel was closer.
And heâd noticed the gun too, at the same time that John glanced up and saw his son. His eyes widened, and just for a moment he lost his grip on Daniel. The other man went for the gun at the same time Dean dove.
John yanked Daniel back by his collar and kneed him in the stomach. But Daniel had the longer reach. He cracked an elbow into Johnâs face and followed by a swift punch to the gut. John grunted and doubled over at the impact to his already battered ribs and stomach.
Daniel threw him head-first into a pile of nearby crates. He was breathing hard, but his lips twitched in satisfaction at the way John fell into a heap of broken wood. The detective was clearly waning.
Daniel stalked forward. Ignoring his still bleeding shoulder, he grabbed John by the jacket and collar of his shirt and hefted him up to his feet, prepared to deliver another blow. The cocking of a nearby gun made him pause. But in a moment, he twisted John in front him with an arm wrapped around his neck to face his next attacker.
While Daniel had been distracted, Dean had managed to dive and roll across the concrete, scooping up the gun on his way back onto his feet. Now heâd had the time to take aim and wait for his moment, which was right fucking now.
Slowly, Daniel tilted his head to look past Johnâs shoulder. He was met with Deanâs smirk and a gun pointed directly at his head.
âI think Iâve got something of yours,â Dean remarked. His fingers slid over the trigger.
Daniel tilted his head. A dry smile edged at the corner of his lips. âAll right, Dean. Well played. ButâŠâ
He tightened his arm around Johnâs throat and held the knife poised at his neck.
âWeâre at what youâd call an impasse, donât you think?â Daniel asked.
âDean,â John said. He met his eldestâs gaze as uncertainly crept into Deanâs stance. His hand was still held aloft, but there was an almost imperceptible shake.
âJust shoot him,â said John, with full conviction. âDonât worry about me.â
Deanâs mouth pressed into a line, his brows furrowing. He wasnât doing that.
âSee, I donât think heâs got it in âim,â Daniel said, speaking lowly in Johnâs ear. His knife tightened against Johnâs neck. âYouâre out of your fucking depth, Dean.â
Dean flinched as a bullet zoomed past his head from across the room. He was reminded that there was still a fight going on, and the three of them were very much out in the open. Johnâs face turned more urgent, with thinly veiled worry.
âDean, either shoot him or get the hell out of here,â he said tersely.
âIâm not leaving,â Dean said, with a small, stubborn shake of his head. But he was nervous. Despite how close heâd come with Nick Savage, Dean had never shot at someone, let alone taken a life. The gun was heavy in his hand.
âRunning out of time, son,â Daniel taunted.
âIâm not your fucking son,â Dean gritted out. âSpeaking of, did you have Alastair do your dirty work, taking out Nick, or did you pull that trigger yourself?â
Danielâs smirk faded, his gaze tightening with resignation.
âSacrifices, Dean,â he said. âWe make âem to survive. To make sure our legacies survive.â
Deanâs eyes widened as he looked at this man, and he finally understood what his dad had been trying to tell him.
He ainât a man. Heâs a monster.
The gun was heavy in his handâŠ
âCome on, Dean!â Daniel shouted. âMake a decisionââ
Dean still remembered most things heâd learned at the Police Academy. Heâd lived, ate, sweat, and breathed those drills and tests for months. And yet, there was only one score heâd truly been proud of. It was the one record of his dadâs that heâd managed to beat.
You could guess which one.
Dean let his fingers squeeze the trigger on some instinct he couldnât name. Daniel was forced to choke on his words.
Cas pulled you around the corner of a storage unit that blocked the light of the moon. It was just in time for a bullet to rip past where his head used to be.
You leaned heavily against the wall and heaved for breath, but Cas held a finger to his lips while he tried to calm his own breathing.
You held a hand over your mouth to try and stifle the sounds from getting out. Your eyes were wide and panicked, but Cas could only reassure you with a brief hand on your shoulder. He nodded and signaled with his free hand. Wait.
You gave a jerky nod in return. So he reached for his belt and brandished the only weapon he had leftâthe knife heâd used to cut through your bonds. The air was quiet, except for the distant shouts of police officers; it sounded like Azazelâs men were finally being rounded up.
Cas had called for backup earlier, but he didnât think they could wait for it. Nor would he know if they were coming. Heâd long since turned off the radio on his belt so that it couldnât tip off his position with you.
He chanced looking around the wall of the storage unit. The coast looked clear, though he knew it wasnât. Still, the best Cas could hope for was to cover you on the way back to the police barricade. He leaned back and reached for you. He guided you, both with his eyes and a hand on your back.
On the count of three, run, he mouthed. You wordlessly agreed. He saw the fear shining in your eyes.
OneâŠtwoâŠ
An arm shot out to grab Castielâs collar the moment he stepped out from his cover, making you scream. The first punch came swift; Alastair was taller, perhaps stronger, but Cas recovered quickly.
He ducked the other manâs arm and delivered an uppercut that had his adversary careening back. With a well-placed jab to the wrist, Alastairâs gun clattered away across the ground.
Cas managed to shoot you a quick look. âRun. Now!â
You paused for a mere moment while Cas continued to grapple with Alastair. Then, in your frozen fear, you finally managed flight. And you took off running, even though Alastair tried to grab at your hair. Cas held him back and continued the fight.
Youâd only managed a few yards of distance though, before you couldnât help but look back. Something in you just couldnât leave Cas behind.
You took cover behind another storage unit and watched Alastair slowly get the upper hand. He managed to pin Cas against the ribbed metal wall of a unit. He winced as it dug into his spine, but he had bigger problems.
He spat blood after the third blow to his jaw and tried to blink dark spots of his vision. Alastair looked down on him with the lean look of a predator. His smile betrayed the enjoyment he took in his work.
âContrary to what you might think, Iâve never killed a cop before,â he said. âJust a copâs wife.â
Casâs eyes widened a fraction. Alastairâs smile deepened. He raised a bloody fist to finish his work, but he winced and weakened with a shout as a knife embedded deep in his thigh.
It was Casâs knife that youâd found on the ground.
Alastairâs angry eyes looked down and met your scared ones. You let go of the knife and scrambled back. He backhanded you roughly. You cried out and fell hard on the pavement.
Alastair reached for the knife, but Cas grabbed it first. He twisted as he yanked it out, then jabbed it into the taller manâs neck. It choked his scream as he stumbled back. And yet, even that didnât manage to kill him.
Cas dove for the fallen gun. It was mere feet away from where heâd forced it out of Alastairâs grip. Cas felt a hand grab his shoulder. He reacted fastâhe turned and shot two rounds of hot led into Alastairâs gut.
His gray eyes went wide. Blood gurgled in his mouth.
And slowly, Alastair slid to the ground.
Cas was bloody, his shirt stained and torn, but he was still standing with ragged breath. You had managed to sit up, though your shocked eyes were trained on the body youâd just seen fall into a heap. The horrific spell of it broke when Cas gently touched your shoulder.
You gasped and raised your head.
âItâs okay,â he said, reaching a hand to you. âItâs over.â
Cas escorted you back to the police barricade. There you found Sam, and the mere sight of him relieved you so much you didnât realize you were crying when you stepped into his embrace. He hugged you tight and asked if you were all right.
You couldnât give him an honest answer, but at least you were alive.
âIâm okay,â you said tremulously, but you pulled back at grasped his arms. âWhereâs Dean?â
Sam looked anxious as his gaze flit between you and Cas.
âThat goddamn idiot, he went in there! They wonât let me throughââ
âWhat?â Cas said incredulously. âInto the warehouse?â
Your tears fell anew as a new frantic worry took hold, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. You turned, and both Cas and Sam had to stop you from heading towards the warehouse.
âGet him out of there!â you cried. âDean!â
You tried to push past Cas and his attempts to calm you, but you stopped the moment you saw himâŠ
Dean was helping John limp out of the warehouse. Jody was on Johnâs other side, supporting him as well. John looked beat to hell, and exhausted, but there was no mistaking the calm look on his face. Like heâd finally sleep tonight.
Dean, on the other hand, looked pale, haggard, and worried. However, his head perked up as soon as he heard your voice. His eyes widened. He turned to Jody to make sure she could support John on her own, and she nodded at him.
It let Dean make his way straight for you.
Sam and Cas finally released you, like a horse waiting to bolt out of the stables. Your tears blurred your vision as you went to him.
When Dean swept you up into his arms, you were able to throw yours around his neck and cling to him for all you were worth. You buried your face into his neck and sobbed your relief.
You wouldnât know that Deanâs eyes were shining and red, his mouth trembling slightly as he sucked in a breath and held you as tight as he dared. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, over your wild hair. His lips pressed to the side of your head as he closed his eyes for a moment.
âYou okay?â he asked, when he was able to speak.
âMhmm,â you nodded, though his question prompted you to pull back and find his face. Your heels came back to the ground, and you reached up to stroke his cheek and search his gaze.
âWhat about you?â you asked tremulously. âYour head?â
ââM fine,â he said. Though the truth was, he was reeling. His ears still rung from the bullet that hit Daniel between the eyes.
The weight of that decision was almost too fresh to be real, but it was heavy on Dean all the same. He could even get in legal trouble for this. He wasnât supposed to have entered that building. Hell, heâd picked up a gun and shot a man.
Though he already knew what Sam would say.
Justification. Imminent danger. Self-defense.
Dean just didnât know if that would fly here, especially with the Fire Department.
Right now, however, you were his lifeline. You grounded him in reality when you held his face in your hands. Just beyond you, he could see the relief on both Sam and Casâs faces.
Dean gave them a smile, but he focused back on you. He held your hand to his cheek.
âPromise me youâre gonna stay put for a while,â he quipped. âPreferably where I can see you.â
You scoffed at him through the tears glittering in your eyes.
âDean Winchester, if that isnât the most hypocritical thing thatâs ever come out of your mouth!â you said, punctuating your words with a slap on his chest.
âHey!â he protested, but you ignored him. You gripped his shirt and felt the Kevlar underneath. It mightâve protected his chest, but he hadnât had anything to protect his damn head.
âYou run into fires, not bullets, you idiot,â you said, now wiping frustrated tears from your cheek.
Deanâs tension began to ease with a smile. He held you more securely, pulling you flush against him.
âYou sound like Bobby,â he teased.
âGood!â you snapped. âYouâre not allowed to scare me like that. Do you hear mâ?â
He didnât think heâd ever miss you giving him shit, but this time, it just made him smile until the corners of his eyes crinkled. Shortly before he cut you off with a searing kiss.
You made a sound of surprise, even as you gripped at his shirt, then his face to keep him there. You both knew this night was long from being over. An even longer way from recovering.
But for now, this was a good start.
AN: And so, we're drawing near to the end. đ„č What did you think of the respective ends of Nick and Daniel Savage, and even Alastair? And of course, her and Dean's reunion. đ
Soon (this weekend), we have the epilogue...
Next Time:
âSoâŠIâve gotta tell you something,â said Dean, after he parted from your lips for a moment, and allowed you to breathe. His tone made you tilt your head in suspicion.
âItâs nothing bad,â he said, though he looked a bit nervous.
Your brows furrowed. You led him to the couch, where he took your hands in his. It took him a moment to get started. He seemed stuck on what he wanted to say, or maybe just how he wanted to say it.
âWhatever it is, Iâm sure I can handle it,â you teased.
Dean gave you a smile. His shoulders relaxed a little...
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girl hughes || trevor zegras
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jackhughes nurse sheâs out again!!!!
â yn.hughes literally get the fuck out of here!!!!
-> jackhughes @ yn.hughes you canât tell me what to do iâm older than you!
â yn.hughes @ jackhughes you really love holding that over my head. itâs literally by 45 seconds đ
â jackhughes @ yn.hughes yeah and it means iâm still older!
_quinnhughes why are all your posts weird like that?
â yn.hughes weird like what???
â _quinnhughes @ yn.hughes weird like you never have just a normal post
user42 one day i want to be as cool as y/n hughes
lhughes_06 fire post big sis! đ„
â yn.hughes this is why youâre my favorite brother đ©”
â jackhughes @ yn.hughes excuse me we shared a womb together???????
â yn.hughes @ jackhughes đ€
_alexturcotte okay girl hughes!!!!
â yn.hughes not this again..
â _alexturcotte @ yn.hughes but youâre girl hughes!
â yn.hughes @ _alexturcotte but what if i wasnât!?
â _alexturcotte @ yn.hughes nah youâre girl hughes
â jackhughes @ yn.hughes youâre girl hughes
â trevorzegras @ yn.hughes youâre girl hughes
â _quinnhughes @ yn.hughes youâre girl hughes
â yn.hughes okay damn i guess iâm girl hughes then đ
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â jackhughes what is this đŠđ
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yn.hughes summatimeeee đđźâđš
â trevorzegras i don't practice santeria! i aint got no crystal ball!!!!
jakchughes this caption seems oddly familiar đ€š getting dejavu
â trevorzegras don't hurt your head thinking too hard
â jakchughes @ trevorzegras asshole
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â yn.hughes this is definitely a soft launch
user23 the second one.. my life may or may not be over đ«
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jackhughes thank god all that bleach was seeping into your brain, i was starting to get worried!
â yn.hughes sleep with one eye open đđ€
â lhughes_06 @ yn.hughes i like the brown but not because i think bleach is seeping into your brain!
â yn.hughes @ lhughes_06 this is why you are my favorite brother :)
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â yn.hughes thatâs my name donât wear it out!
â jackhughes why do you keep saying this???
â trevorzegras @ jackhughes đ€
â jackhughes @ trevorzegras đ€š
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â yn.hughes love you mommy đ©”đ©”
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â yn.hughes surprise shawty!!!! đ
â quinnhughes i agree.... WHAT THE HELL đ„
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â jackhughes worst brother ever for not telling us
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â lhughes_06 @ jackhughes yeah (baby hughes??)
â yn.hughes @ lhughes_06 hughes + baby of the family = baby hughes (if i have to be girl hughes you have to be baby hughes)
â jackhughes @ yn.hughes if you're girl hughes, and @ lhughes_06 is baby hughes... what are quinn and i?
â yn.hughes @ jackhughes you're bozo hughes (obviously) and @ _quinnhughes is big hughes!
â jackhughes @ yn.hughes sleep with one eye open
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My favorite headcanon for Meleanor from OT3: when the council tries her patience too much, she throws them a dinner party where all the food is prepared by Lilia. You can't leave the table before you've eaten everything + dessert. The only excuse for your absence is death. Particularly distinguished individuals get second servings.
Naturally, Meleanor herself does not eat anything and enjoys the spectacle.
(Yuu just sits in her corner and sips water, thanking the gods that she doesn't have to eat her husband's cooking)
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I love how we all chose to make the senate suffer before and now with the reveal of chapter 6, we have upped the torture a bit and I am here for it!
With the reveal of all the hell that Lilia went through, Meleanor is going to make sure they all suffer. No one can hurt him, only she gets that privilege. đđ
So why not let Lilia have some fun and also get some revenge?
It is a rule to never let Lilia Vanrouge into the castleâs kitchen. At one point in time, it was an unsaid rule, but then it became a law.
With only a few exceptions, and this was one of them.
Queen Meleanor was holding a special party for her council. They had got on her nerves one to many times recently and she needed a way to enjoy their suffering without the usual flair.
After all, fire and thunder can get boring at times and her victims would get used to it as well. So a new method was hatched, let them suffer slowly during a mandatory dinner.
You would usually feel bad for anyone that had to partake in Liliaâs cooking, especially when he had a certain glint in his eye. But this time? You didnât really care.
In fact, you relished in it. Let them suffer, if they wanted to act like idiots, they had to face the consequences.
Plus, your husband deserves the revenge after being under their thumb for so long.
So you sipped from your glass a special drink that Queen Meleanor gave you and watched from afar, enjoying the show.
Too bad the senate made of spirits couldnât eat, but Dawn had them handled. Last you checked, his magic was making a special cage encasing each of them. You can only imagine what they would do after he was fully done with them all. You had a feeling the family might play volleyball with them.
You smiled and sipped your drink.
Yes, this was the life.
Those who needed to be punished was getting their comeuppance.
Your loved ones are alive, well, and happy.
You couldnât ask for more.
Suffer Council suffer đ„đ„đ„
Well, not all of them are bad, but you know the ones who need to are going through it đ
You think Peter is crying somewhere because of the bill? I think heâs all for them getting their just rewards too since the council are a pain in his butt.
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Some of My TMNT Hot Takes đ„
Warning: Opinions
2012 April was a good character and a fun version/take on April. Yâall are just mean.
Casey Jr. in the Rise movie was a bland and uninteresting character. He did not feel like/deserve to be called a âCasey Jonesâ.
Jennika in IDW, while a cool concept/character, is overused/overrated.
I donât like shipping Raph (any version) with human characters. I prefer him dating other mutants or aliens.
2012 Karai is the best/most interesting version of Karai, but sheâs also one of the most irritating recurring characters in 2012. I love and hate her.
Jonatello in 2012 is overrated as hell.
Rise Mikey is very forgettable (to me).
April needs to stop being shipped with the Turtles and being their love interest.
87 Shredder is the BEST version of Shredder!
I liked the Irma being a robot twist in 2012. It was an injustice to the Irma character but it was still shocking, and I do like her kinda return as Rook, so thereâs some credit to that.
2007 Splinter was a bad dad.
Casey being a cop in the bayverse movies was an interesting take that couldâve worked for his backstory of becoming a vigilante, but it was executed poorly.
IDW Donnie x Mona Lisa is stupid and a completely pointless ship to include in the comics. It feels very forced.
Rise Raph is too big. That, or the other characters are too small. Either way, while I like Rise Raph, his design feels off sometimes.
2012 Mikey is actually annoying and often deserves to be scolded by his brothers for doing dumb immature shit. Heâs 15, not 5, he should know better.
The 87 Turtles DO have individual and unique personalities, that includes 87 Leo!
Capril is not a good ship, but Iâd still much rather ship April with Casey than with any of the Turtles.
While I love 2012 Renetangelo and 87 Kalangelo, Mikey is the one Turtle that I donât think needs a love interest. Iâd much rather see him be single.
If youâre mad at/hate 2012 April for âkilling Donnieâ when being possessed in that one episode, but donât feel the same towards Raph, Karai, Slash and Rockwell for torturing/hurting their friends/family when brainwashed, then youâre a massive hypocrite.
Raph x Mona Lisa in 2012 is the BEST TMNT ship that came out of the four TMNT franchises that Nickelodeon has made. Maybe even the best overall couple in all of TMNT.
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Charles Leclerc x Y/N Sainz
Instagram au
* Y/N comes back home for the summer break only to find out her driver crush, Leclerc, is spending the first few weeks of summer with the Sainzs.
p.s : it's a bit short but I hope you like it!!
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y/nsainz02 : â€ïž
landonorris: Seems like that MonĂ©gasque has already replaced me đ
y/nsainz : No one can replace you landooo:(
charles_leclerc : I am the fewwawi friend
landonorris : đđ
charles_leclerc : Thank you very much for considering me as family :)
y/nsainz02: You are so ungreatful that it kills me
charles_leclerc : I thought you liked me
y/nsainz02 : You were wrong then
y/f/n : She has a crush on you
charles_leclerc : Just like I thought
y/nsainz02 :đ€ą
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My teammateâs sister took this beautiful photo of me, had a nice week here in Spain.
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charles_leclercitalia: HOOOOTTTT
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y/nsainz02 : I have a name for godâs sake
y/nsainz02 : Also you look nice:)
charles_leclerc : You look nicer :)
leclercferrarilover16 : Itâs innappropriate to flirt with your teammateâs sister charlesâŠ
Two weeks after the pictures
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Charles Leclerc was spotted with current teammate Carlos Sainzâs 20-year-old sister, Y/N Sainz. Following dinner, the two appeared unable to take their hands off of each other.Â
f1fan23_ : How does it feel to live my dreaaaaammđđ
charlesleclercdaddyyy__ : I just donât know about those twođ€ą
vettelloverr5555 : Poor CarlosâŠ.
norrisssss4444444: She is lovely, donât hate people just because they live the life you want to live
ricciardooo3333honeybadger: She is so cute, they are adorable!!
charlesleclercbabyyy161616: đ€ąđ€ąđ€ąđ€ąđ€ą
landonorris : I just knew that Monégasque replaced me but they are adowable
f1fangirll_: Landoo how can anyone replace you?
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Alastor x Angel reader
FEATHER chapter IV
Tags: fluff (for now ) enemies to lovers, kissing, being protective, cuddles, sleeping problems, flirting, possesive reader is an angel, fem reader
As a young angel, I perceived love as something exceptionally beautiful. I believed that everyone deserves to meet their soulmate and itâs waiting for me too. With the passing decades, my enthusiasm waned. More failed relationships, disappointments. My mother said, 'That's because God has someone special for me. I sought blame in others, later in myself, and my frustration grew. I became bitter, jealous of others happiness, and desperate to kill the feeling of emptiness.
Until I gave up. I accepted loneliness, tried to love myself anew, and embraced the surrounding realityâthe "Paradise" from which there was no escape. Hello?! We are in heaven; everyone is happily in love with their loved ones and families.
I found my peace but never stopped wondering if God, in the grand miracle of creation, had perhaps forgotten about my kindred soul.
Unexpectedly, the delicate lips of a sinner, a demon, brushed against mine.
Alastor stepped back, reopening my old wounds. I should only blame myself for playing with fire. When I learned that the radio demon's weakness was closeness and affection I thought getting rid of him and his quirks would be easy.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, he kissed them away, as if they were a cure for the dying.
Soon, I found myself in his arms. There was something in his touch, as if he held an incredibly precious thing, and I surrendered. Even if it's only for tonight.
Jazz music flowed from the demon's enchanted radio
"When I was a child, my mother always told me a bedtime story," Alastor said, adopting a dreamy expression. "Do you maybe like criminals, sweetheart?
It's not a very popular genre in heaven, but I guess hell has plenty of bestsellers." I replied with laughter
His grin expanded.
"Oh, let me tell you a classic. It started in high school, a young man from disgustingly rich family, didn't spare injured birds, lost dogs, and worse, cats roaming on their own paths."
Hearing about young Alastor's first murders gave me shivers and curiosity at the same time. I wanted to know every detail, every motive. To understand what hides behind that smile and piercing gaze
Alastor's POV:
She fell asleep unusually quickly. I wish I could lock her away like a feather in the radio tower, but this time I opted to carry her to bed
I sat beside her and observed with. I could never comprehend addictions until I tried angelic energy. my magic felt to return with every sip from her essence. With clawed hands, I combed through strands of her silvery-white Hair
The memory of her hands tightening on my coat. The sweet-salty taste of tears, though my lips wanted to return to another place. Fuck, I'm really on the edge of madness.
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Pixelated smile widened on TV with complete satisfaction.
"The regret will come sooner than you think."
Sorry this chapter is much shorter but i had exams this days. I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for more.
the story is just about to start âșïžâšđ„
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Weekly Recap | January 15th-21st 2024
My ao3 history is still fucked. Gonna have to figure out if there's something I can do about it :/
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hot cocoa by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Established Buddie | 3K | Teen): Buck is freaking out about proposing. He gets an assist from Athena, Bobby, and. Well. Eddie himself.
A Message To You by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Media fic, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Two firefighters both write to an advice column on the same day, with the same problem - they're each in love with their best friend. You won't believe what happens next!
đ„ Life Cycles of the Southern Coastal Husbro series by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Post-Season 5, Queer Platonic Relationship to Lovers | 5 works | 92K)
đ„ Courtship Behaviors of the Southern Coastal Husbro (QPR, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit): âI want you in my family, I want us to be a family. Officially. A family can be a guy, his son, and his best friend, right?â Buckâs lower lip was trembling. âYouâre really asking me to be yourâŠwhat, now?â âFrank called it âplatonic life partners.ââ
Observational Notes on the Southern Coastal Husbro (Fluff | 10K | Mature): A day in the life of two engaged firefighter husbros and their smartass son.
Migratory Patterns of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Coming Out | 13K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie visit El Paso to tell the Diaz parents that they're engaged. Also, they go viral (again), eat King Ranch Casserole, pontificate on queer identities, get a visit from the Fire Chief, and the Hot Firefighter Calendar makes a reappearance.
Ancestral Lineage of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Parental Reconciliations | 13K | Explicit): The Buckleys surprise Eddie at home when Buck's not there, hoping to work around Buck's no-contact edict and attempt a reconciliation. Later, Eddie surprises Buck with the news that hey, he has grandparents on his mom's side, too. Surprise number two: they suck. Eddie and Buck remain disgustingly in love with each other.
Sexual Alignments of the Southern Coastal Husbro (5K | Teen): Eddie goes out for drinks with the dispatch center folks, gets hit on at the bar, and has personal epiphanies about his sexual orientation.
Kilty Pleasures by JamesPearce911/ @diazsdimples (PWP, Established Buddie | 8K | Explicit): Or, Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.
melt your headaches (call it home) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Pre-Relationship, Sharing a Bed | 2K | Teen): hypothetically, Buck types. if someone hit their head in the morning, they probably shouldnât go to sleep alone, huh The phone vibrates in his hand before he can even put it down, Eddieâs face flashing on the screen. Buck sighs and picks it up. âWhat did you do?â Eddie asks immediately. ïżœïżœHypothetically, the Scrub Daddy tried to kill me.â
Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.
44. We Gotta Create Our Interludes: Rated E - some soft established relationship fluff and smut
45. My Application to Hell:Â Rated E - shameless smut of the "they could never get away with this in real life" variety.
what my heart just yearns to say (in ways that can't be said) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S06E15: Death and Taxes | 5K | General): âI didnât know that,â Eddie replied, eyebrows furrowed. And then he added so quietly that Buck almost missed it: âI mean, how would I? As I donât see you.â And Buck was struck through the core and taken back in time. From one moment to the next, he was back at the graveyard, looking at Eddie and saying âI feel like she sees meâ and then he recalled the broken look behind Eddieâs eyes and oh. So thatâs what was wrong.
Twice Struck by Tizniz / @tizniz (Post-Lightning | 3K | General): Buck finds out he wasn't the only one struck by lightning that night.
dusk until the dawn (you're where i wanna go) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S6E14: Performance Anxiety, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): âSo, would you say that youâre worried about dating because you never really dated,â Buck said as he shifted his weight, draping himself over the couch in a way that was almost obscene for a public space. âIs that a question, orâ ?â Eddie wondered, slightly amused as he looked up at Buck, who looked so pensive, if not a bit stunned as he was seemingly still trying to wrap his head around the disastrous dating experiences of Eddie Diaz. âNo, itâsâ yeah, okay, I guess itâs a question butâ have you?â Buck asked, almost bashful, with a faint blush sitting high on his cheeks as he met Eddieâs eyes. God, Eddie thought as he felt how the blood rushed into his cheeks as well. These feelings are definitely not platonic.
he's a big boy by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Married Buddie, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie has a thing for Buck's big dick.
one is one too many, one more is never enough by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Drunk Confession | 2K | Teen): They say hangovers get worse as you get older. Buck never believed that until his first hangover in his thirties hit him like a fucking freight train. He had vowed to never get that drunk again. And heâd kept that promise to himself for over a year. That all changed at Maddie and Chimneyâs wedding. Heâd like it noted that it wasnât his fault that he got so drunk. He hadnât had any of the mimosas that were flowing while Maddie and her bridal party got ready because he didnât want to risk anything going wrong when he walked Maddie down the aisle. In fact, he hadnât had a drink until after he gave his speech.Â
đ„ Don't Push Me So Far Away I Can't Reach You by giselleslash (Friends With Benefits | 12K | Mature): or the one where Buck thinks he and Eddie are just friends with benefits so he pushes Eddie to date other people because heâs an idiot
if you keep reachin' out (then I'll keep comin' back) by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): It probably wasnât the best idea to flirt with Buck before a rescue but Eddie couldnât help himself. Heâd been struggling with keeping his feelings for Buck locked down for months now, maybe even longer if he was honest with himself.Â
i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz (Post-Shooting | 9K | Teen): or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up
đ„ maybe love won't let you down by sibylsleaves (Season 5B, Getting Together | 15K | Mature): Buck tells Eddie heâs in love with him. Eddie pines. or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him
Rope 'n Ride by rosebuddiekin/ @giddyupbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Or: Eddie rides Buck wearing the cowboy hat.
WIP
search history by forgottenwords (Getting Together | 8/10 | 11K | Explicit): Eddie opened the Safari app to find a specific recipe Buck was looking for, but something was already typed in the search box. Beefy blonde twink gets railed byâ Buck's voice calls out from the kitchen âDid you find it yet?â and Eddie hastily closes the tab, opening another with a surprising speed from someone considered technologically illiterate. As close as they were, heâd never had a thought about the type of âadult entertainmentâ Buck was partial to. Now, it was all he could think about.
đ„ Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 107/? | 296K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesnât always look like it. Even if it doesnât always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.
đ„ and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 5/18 | 23K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.
Winter Prayer by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Road Trip, Buck&Bobby&May | 1/3 | 5K | General): When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.
(when i die) i'll die loving you by lecornergirl / @clusterbuck (The Good Place Fusion | 1/? | 2K | Teen): OR: buck and eddie are in the afterlife, and they're soulmates. but it's not quite that simple.
Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 21/? | 14K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.
22. 82. Whispering "I love you" in-between kissesÂ
23. 1. Whispering "kiss me" to your loverÂ
24. 18. Grabbing your lover by the collarÂ
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-The Seven-
Serious:Somewhat single moms-Pt 1- Bolivia flage cape and a black suit .â _The boys x reader_
-Homelander- John x black! Fem! reader
Summary: Y/n is South America's number one. Hero is in a group called Patina, and she has been sent on a trip to North America. To meet the Seven for a National But her representative wants her to get close with Homelander.
Waning: bad language, Angst, reader being Sexualize.
Set in: it's the plot so don't come after me if I redo it.
@z3r0art
Seva Airlines is the plane that Y/n and her lower Supes know as patina. We're on to make it to North America to meet the Infamous Seven. Y/n didn't really care all that much she had her representative Steve up her ass about this opportunity.
For three months. The persistent Bitch really pushed that it would help with her look as a Hero and get her more Points.
Y/n was somewhat like Homelander, just female. She was just better at pretending to smile waving. But she hated having to smile all the time. It was exhausted. Her smiled and would always fade after the currents fell. Like she had ever smiled ones.
Now her was going to meet the men of America and his side show. She was only somewhat happy to meet Starlight. A new hero So much potential That made fire strom have a little bit more hopeful in the world.
Steve had told Y/n that Vought wanted to have a National Superhero Appreciation. Or Nsh, the plane soon landed on top of the vot building y/n slow stood up and walked out the plane with a small smile. To keep up her illusion of being happy, she could see Ms. Madelyn Stillwell and she big white women smile on her face.
" Patina. The heroes of South America welcome to Vot I'm Madelyn Stillwell." She says,"Were glad to be here." Y/n says as Madelyn walks them into the blinding. She slowly.
and fucking your Secretary kind. " This with be your freedom room. Basically, what im saying is that you can do whatever in here." She smiles she walks out.
Y/n sits down at the head of the table with a smile that makes everyone tense up. " Sit down." She says, and they all slowly sit down.
" So does everyone have something to say. Questions, concerns?" Y/n says," Why the hell are we here? I know that's what we're all thinking." BB says
-BB- Ballon boy. -Jimmy Hall - power: immoral.
" That is a good question. we are here for National super hero day." Y/n says," What the hell does that mean?" BB says," we walk around a bit, help the seven if needed, and just breathe air." Y/n says. Everyone looks at each other, and they agree on how easy it is. " Oh, and hear are your keys." Y/n throws five keys out to her team. " For what?" BB says," Your rooms." Y/n says in a soft tone. " There on the fifth floor." She smiles." Now, all of you go." Y/n says in a cold tone. They all sigh and whisper to themselves about how dumb this was. Y/n slowly turned her head to the side. " BB, what do you want?" She sees him sitting on the table." What ya thinking about, doll?" He says " How to quit." She says.
" You could just retire." He says. With a smile," You and me both know what that means. I go into some cold old room little nowhere to be tested on." He nods." You can start a family. That's what Liya did, and I still see her." He says,
" Maybe. "
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Y/n leaves the room and walks over to the elevators and waits for it where she hears someone walking over to her and the elevators. She looks over to see Homelander walking over to the elevators. " shit." She whispers. Homelander walked up to the elevators, and they opened. "Excuse me." He says y/n looks back." Oh, sorry." She smiles he walks in first.
Homelander slowly looked down at y/n and her outfit. The boob window and her Bolivia flag on her back. Her black suit on her skin was tight and small, mostly around her back side. " Nice ass." He said with a smirk with a look of contempt as he looked at her.
The ends of y/n's hair are set on fire, her hair Indulgeinng in the red flames. " Thanks, I guess. " y/n was creeped out and taken a back. How could he see her ass? He looked at the fire at the end of her hair and then back at her, "No problem." He says."So. Why are you here?" He asks her.
" National super hero's Appreciation Month." She says," So you're a part of Patina?" He asked." Actually, I'm the leader of Patina." She says," Well, it's always nice to have younger heroes as leaders. " y/n chuckles. He was trying to butter her up. He turned his head back to he and then smirke. "So. You can control fire?" " Yes." She says." So. You're like the strongest superhero in South America." He asked her, and he wanted to know everything about her." You could say that." She was trying to keep dry a conversation.
Homelander thought for a second before speaking, "I'm surprised I know of the group Patina. You know most people can't name a single group from South America." He says in a sarcastic manner. As if South America was beneath him, "But I guess you didn't tell me your name?"
Y/n give him a what the fuck look trying to overlook how disrespectful that was. " My real name?" She says,"Yeah, your real name?" He said in an annoyed fashion, waiting for her answer. " y/n no last name. " She says," That's interesting. " he says Try the sound disinterested. "I'm curious. How much is Patina respected in South America?" He said, wanting to see if her pride was big like Homelander's " as much as the seven is in the States." She says.
"Oh, I see. So Patina's just as big down south as we are up here in the States. Is that what you're saying?" He said, trying to gauge y/n to see if she had a big ego" yeah." The elevator stops, and she walks out. Homelander follows y/n and catches up to her. "So. Let me guess, y/n ." He said, walking up next to her."You just happen to have the most beautiful ass in all of South America." He said, wanting to see her reaction to that.
" I thought you dropped that conversation." Y/n says, walking past Madelyn Stillwell's Office.Homelander chuckled and shook his head."Come on, y/n. Who doesn't love talking about a beautiful ass. Especially one like yours. I mean, look at that peach." He said, touching her ass over her suit, smiling while he does it.
She grabs his hand, her eyes turning eye. " Don't touch me." Y/n says her hand, burning his suit arm slightly.
"Aww. Come on, y/n, don't be like that. My hands just so happened to wander over there. Don't be so uptight." He said in a sarcastic manner, keeping his hand on her ass " Oh well, my hand wandered to your face." She slaps him.
He stood in shock as he rubbed his cheek with his free hand. He couldn't believe she had done that. But then he took a deep breath and regained his composure and took his hand off her ass. "What the hell?" He screamed at her."How dare you lay a hand on Homelander. I am the most powerful superhero in the god damn world." He yelled in a scary, intimidating tone at her." Do I really give a shit?" She thinks," Oh, I don't."
Homelander took a second to process what she told him, and then he got angry again. "I am The Homelander. You show some respect. "He yelled at her in anger. He wanted her to beg for his mercy. He wanted to scare her, but she wasn't showing fear. It was pissing Homelander off.
" Oh, stop it, you're just as broken and damaged as everyone else." Earlier that day, y/n Looked at John's File or his life story on a paper.
Homelander grew very angry as he took another step closer to y/n. He was now in her face with the heat of his breath hitting her lips. He looked down at her and took another angry breath. "I am a god compared to everyone else, and you should respect me." He yelled at her with no fear of what she would say in return. He was the most powerful being in existence, and she would not cross him.
Homelander didn't seem to notice the haft Chub he was getting. Was he fucking turned on? " Well, I guess.''god'' has a boner." She pointed out his pants.
That caught Homelander off guard, and as he looked down at his pants, there was indeed a boner starting to show through his pants. "What the..." He began to stammer, looking at y/n. Her face was still, and she didn't give any response."That's normal." He says, trying to change the subject to something less awkward.
" it shouldn't be. You shouldn't get a boner when you yell at me." She was speaking Facts.
He cleared his throat before saying, "Hey, it's common for a man to get a boner when a hot woman is standing in front of him." The words come flying out of his mouth quickly as he realizes he just said what was on his mind."You're hot." He said awkwardly.
That was out of character. " And you got that from yelling at me?" She says. "No, I mean... I just look at you, and it happens." He says with a smirk, he was enjoying talking to y/n, she was the first woman to actually talk back to him. And it made him want to keep talking to her. Something he wasn't used to, he was attracted to y/n, and he knew it.
She rolled her eyes and walked away."Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Don't go, I want to keep talking to you." He yelled after her, not wanting her to leave just yet. She just continued walking.
"Damn it." He said to himself, he was actually enjoying talking to y/n, and she had to ruin the moment for him by walking away."Well, I hope you have a nice night. And by the way. You do have a nice ass." He yelled out to y/n as she walked. "Nice and fat." He whispered to himself as he watched her leave.
A/n: I'm so happy. đ thank you for your support. Love you guys.đđ
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