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iamumbra195 · 7 months

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Random One Piece incorrect quotes cause I'm bored

Some of these are modern au though

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*Sanji's not there*

Usopp: HELP! I TOLD LUFFY I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Zoro, pouring alcohol directly into a cereal bowl:

Zoro: And you thought I could help?

...

Luffy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Nami : Wasn't Zoro with you?

Zoro: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised

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Law: I trust Mugiwara-ya.

Penguin: You think he knows what he's doing?

Law: I wouldn't go that far.

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Sabo: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Ace, confused: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Sabo: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Luffy: edible

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Nami: We need to get through this locked door. Usopp, give me your credit card.

Usopp: Here.

Nami, pocketing it: Thanks. Luffy, kick down the door.

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Chopper: You know those things will kill you, right?

Zoro, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Sanji, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Luffy: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

...

Robin: Why is Luffy so sad?

Nami: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes

Robin: And...?

Nami: He got Buggy

*Zoro cackling in the background

...

Zoro: Self care is actually getting into fights with randos in dark alleys.

Nami: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Kin'emon, trying to be poetic: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Usopp: Lmao self care is taking Luffy's birthday meat cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Luffy: If you touch my meat cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Sanji, losing his mind: WHY IS THERE FROSTING ON MEAT?

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Franky, about Jinbe: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Robin: Are we stealing them?

Brook: New or used?

Franky, cackling: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Smoker: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Sanji: Shit.

Usopp: Wait, three?

Smoker: Yeah?

Nami: OH MY GOD ZORO FELL OFF!!!

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Kin'emon: Tonight, one of you has betrayed us.

Ashura: Is it me?

Kin'emon: No, it’s not you.

Denjiro: Is it me, Kin?

Kin'emon: It’s not you either.

Kanjuro: Is it me, Kin'emon?

Kin'emon, bleeding from several debilitating injuries:

Kin'emon, mockingly: Is IT mE kiN'eMOn?

...

Usopp: Can I be frank with you guys?

Luffy, confused: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Chopper: Can I still be Chopper?

Franky, snickering: Shh, let Frank speak.

...

Sabo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Koala: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Sabo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING ROBIN-CHAN WITH ME

Hack, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

...

Law, walking into his submarine: Hello, people who do not belong here.

Zoro: Hey.

Sanji: Hi.

Robin: Hello.

Chopper: Hey!

Law: I gave you my vivre card for emergencies only!

Luffy, grinning: We were out of meat.

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Sanji: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Luffy, drinking meat: Why do you say that?

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Zoro: Do you take constructive criticism?

Nami: I only take cash or credit.

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Koala: Why are you on the floor?

Sabo: I'm depressed.

Sabo: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ivankov, please.

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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

*everyone looks ay Karasu

Karasu: What? How am I supposed to know?

Lindbergh: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Karasu: *sighs*

Karasu: You wouldn't be trapped

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Vivi: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Nami: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Vivi: Yes!

Usopp: ... I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Usopp: WHY. why did you give Luffy a KNIFE?!

Zoro, shrugging: He said he felt unsafe.

Usopp: Now I feel unsafe!

Zoro: ... would you like a knife?

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Dragon: What did you do with the target's body?

Sabo : What didn’t I do with the body?

Dragon:

Sabo: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

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Luffy, texting Ace: Ace! Help I’m being kidnapped

Ace: Where are you?

Luffy: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.

Ace: I’ll call Gramps.

Garp, answering their cell: Y’ello?

Ace: Where’s Luffy? He texted me that he was being kidnapped.

Garp: Luffy? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me-

Garp, who shaved his head:

Garp: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*

Garp: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!

Luffy: WHO ARE YOU?!

...

*Ace, Sabo and Luffy sitting in jail together*

Sabo: So who should we call?

Ace: I’d call Gramps, but I feel safer in jail

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Roger: Garp, my old arch enemy.

Garp: ... I thought I was your only arch enemy?

Roger: I have a life outside of you, Garp

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Zoro: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Luffy: The cow???

Zoro: What?

Sanji: *disgusted shudder* LUFFY, W H Y?

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Usopp: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 billion berry?

Zoro: Nami can stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house and erase my debt

Luffy: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 billion.

Zoro: Good thinking.

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Kin'emon: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Denjiro: You were flirting with O'Tsuru.

Kin'emon: So what? She's my wife.

Denjiro: You asked her if she were single.

Kin'emon:

Denjiro: And then you cried when she said she wasn't

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Marco: What time is it?

Ace: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Ace: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Izou: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Ace, proudly: It’s 2 am

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Luffy: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Law: You people already know too much about me.

Kidd: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

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Sabo, an enabler: Tell Ace about the birds and the bees.

Luffy: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

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Brook: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

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Zoro: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Law: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

Bepo: Captain, no.

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Law: Nothing in life is free.

Chopper: Love is free!

Luffy: Adventure is free!

Robin: Knowledge is free.

Nami: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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Usopp: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Luffy will and will not eat.

Franky: Grass? Yes!

Usopp: Moss? Yes!!

Franky: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Usopp: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Franky: Worms? Sometimes!

Usopp: Rocks? Usually nah.

Franky: Twigs? Usually!

Usopp: Zoro's cooking? Inconclusive!

Chopper: How did you… test this?

Usopp: You just hand him stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if he eats it, he eats it.

Chopper: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Nami: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT?

Robin: What about humans? He tried to eat Crocodile once

Everyone: ...

Usopp: I think I might be too afraid to ask

(Someone pls draw this one XD)

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Betty: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Koala: *turning to Sabo* How tall are you?

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That's it, this took forever to write lol

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ystrike1 · 6 months

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The Tyrant’s Leash Is Held by a Maid - By 박오 (8.5/10)

Is it love, or an unbreakable curse sent down by destiny? Don't worry about it! It can't be reversed. A maid and a prince become Manish and Aradna, which are ancient titles given to the bearers of a great curse. Manish will be unstoppable for his entire life, as long as he has his Aradna. Without her he is doomed to insanity, bloodlust and violence.

Liana is a maid. An actual maid. One without any special privileges. One who has not been treated nicely. She has a young niece to support. She is very smart, but she is only allowed to use her intellect to support a master. She gets the chance to become the personal maid that belongs to Natasha Baldwin. Natasha is beautiful. Her family is noble and wealthy, but her mother is a commoner, so she is not the most lofty master to serve. That doesn't matter to Liana, because Natasha is miles above her, despite her dirty pedigree.

Natasha is currently dating(?) the second prince, Illyd. He is an infamous womanizer. The women who date him never last more than a few months. He is the classic lazy prince with no real responsibilities, because he has an older brother who is the obvious choice for the throne.

Liana is worried. If Illyd abandons Natasha, after dating her so publicly, her reputation will go down. The maids will have to deal with her rage.

Also, Illyd keeps looking at her.

It's weird.

Natasha has a pureborn older sister. One who constantly calls Natasha dirty. Liana gets a raise when she starts serving Natasha exclusively, but she also gets bullied relentlessly. She defends Natasha. Why? Natasha is her master and only loyalty can prove a maid's usefulness. Natasha watches the abuse from a distance. She comes forward to defend Liana only after Liana proves to be very loyal.

They don't become besties.

Natasha notices she's smart and useful.

That's all.

This is the nice guy.

He's not going to win, because Illyd is a cursed yandere. I assume he will be more important later on. The beginning of the story mostly focuses on Natasha, Illyd, and Liana's maid duties.

Foreign prince Arcan, despite all of his kindness and patience, does not stand a chance.

Liana doesn't know a thing.

Illyd and Natasha aren't actually dating. Natasha is trying to destroy the Baldwin family. They're very corrupt, and they have never loved her. She's gunning for revenge. Lord Baldwin intended to sell her off as a bride, because of her beauty, from the start. Natasha doesn't see him as family. She teamed up with Illyd because he's soulless on the inside. He doesn't actually date any women. He just squeezes information out of them. Natasha isn't even his friend. She's more like a business partner. Their sensual relationship is just an act.

Liana gets caught in the crossfire, when Natasha tells her to deliver a love note.

It's not a love note.

Illyd saves her. He hasn't been cursed yet. He's just impressed by her. Drawn to her a little bit. Liana is loyal to Natasha, even when he flirts with her. She doesn't know it, but her sharp wit is a great weapon. Natasha uses it liberally. Liana assists her when it comes to planning and sneaking pretty much by accident.

Natasha gives her another raise later.

After Liana is untied there's a moment. A moment that implies the blood covered prince is genuinely attracted to the maid.

She runs.

The first prince is also present. He's a very good first prince, but he's paranoid. He's scarier than your average evil villain. He doesn't seem stupid, but he's very violent, just like Illyd.

Illyd eventually becomes Manish.

The legend of Manish and Aradna is actually quite simple. It's a well known story. A well known fact. It's not regarded as scary voodoo or anything. Even maid like Liana knows the whole tale.

A wife is created for him. Aradna. She silences the noise, and he can use his powers once more. He vows to prioritize Aradna over all else. He becomes fallible, imperfect, and powerful at the same time. The legend ends happily.

Basically, an all powerful man gets punished with feeling too much. Too much sensation, all the time. He feels his own heartbeat. His breath. His blood too, until he goes crazy. He begs for help. He forgets his hubris. He was the strongest, smartest man before he was punished with endless noise. His punishment reduces him to a wailing mess.

Liana becomes Aradna.

She's terrified. Illyd will go insane without her constant presence, and he's as powerful as a monster. She's afraid of the nobles. She just wanted to make enough money to support her niece. She is attracted to Illyd, but she mostly feels fear.

Especially when his attention lands on her, and it stays there, and he gets frustrated enough to murder when she's out of reach.

#The Tyrant’s Leash Is Held by a Maid #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome #otome isekai

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circeyoru · 2 months

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I just love all your unwanted soul content it's hilarious and cute I was wondering if you could do my request if you can

What would happen if reader gave this really cool radio to alastor in one of their dates and he accidentally leaves outside in the hotel lobby and someone breaks it

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Thank you for saying that! So happy to see you guys like my writing and story!! Happy to do the request, no worries! Just takes time~

A cute and maybe angsty moment then.

I'd say Reader/you designed the radio by yourself after long hours of research. You have actually taken apart radios before and summoned ones with your pages. But to actually gift one to Alastor, you won't and I mean will NOT settle for a summoned gift. Even though Alastor will take anything you gift him like it's a treasure from a lost century. You have a thing for giving the perfect gift and seeing the receiver's face light up like a Christmas tree. In Alastor's case, it's very very extreme affection, not that you're complaining, he makes you feel very reassured to be liked by someone you care for.

Alastor knows you put a lot of attention to the gifts and plans you make, so he takes extra care not to offend you. He did before and got your passive aggressiveness, passing it off as being 'moody' until you were like "Oh we don't need that since you think it's a waste of time!". He apologized quickly and right the wrong. Though sometimes it's just you wanting to cool down since Alastor made sense in his view.

The radio gift in question would be a mix of the two of your colours, with deer antlers at the top and feathers below. Both are symbols of you two. You added the voodoo symbols that would appear around Alastor to the surface of the radio too. How you got them was by observing Alastor very very closely when he got annoyed or angry or a bit bloodthirsty. Alastor treasures it so. He fainted when he first got it. Took him a while to regain consciousness and he nearly fainted again when you showed him it was channeled to his screaming broadcast.

Yeah... Him leaving it in the lobby was a big mistake. I imagine he was listening and staring at it while you were out or just didn't want him around (like maybe bathing?), so he got the next best thing. The precious gift you gave him, made by your delicate hands. How he left it unattented, uhhh, maybe Charlie asked for something or maybe there was another random attack on the hotel.

(it wouldn't be the hotel crew that breaks it cause it's obvious to them that was a big no no)

Either way, Alastor saw that the radio was broken.

Haha. Alastor's gonna be the big bad wolf. He destroys anything in sight while his giant hands cradle the broken radio that was his. Charlie and the others definitely tried to reassure him they'll help fix it. It'll be good as new!

Impossible! You took weeks learning about radios and months perfecting this! He saw glimpses of it, but gave you privacy so the built-up surprise was even better when you gift it to him. Now? Now it's BROKEN! HOW DARE!

When you came back and found Alastor in his raging mode, you were confused. Charlie immediately rushed over to you to ask for your help, you asked her to explain first since Alastor wouldn't be like that for no reason. Ahh, so someone broke the radio you gave him. Luckily, it was made by your hand, so nothing you can't fix.

You got over to Alastor and called out to him. You didn't even need to shout loud and his eyes snapped to you. He leaned down, his eyes showing you shame and sadness that no one else would be able to tell. You told him to show you the radio, he shakingly did, partly scared that you'd yell at him for not taking care of it.

But you knew how much attention he put into catering the gift after he got it. It was like a mother treating a newborn. So you got your pages ready and fixed it in a flash.

You hugged onto the renewed radio and smile, "Now why don't you blow off some steam, don't take too long."

And Alastor was off to deliver judgment.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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your-friendly-sociopath · 11 months

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I had an idea for a platonic alastor x reader fic (parent child relationship). Hc format.

His Fawn

During your life you lived with Alastor

He had found you abandoned as a child in an alley

For story purposes you were an escaped mafia child

Bc he has morals he took you in instead of letting you die

From then on he raised you as his own

Totally became a platonic yandere cus we don't see enough of that from him

A total overprotective parent, but in a sweet way

Never tells you of his murderous secret

Knows you'll run away if he tells you

As you grow up the only people he lets you meet are Husk and Mimzy (idk if Niffty and Rosie are from his time period)

If you do fall in love and he finds out be prepared to find them dead on the news

Rarely ever lets you leave the house

Eventually someone finds out that Alastor is a murderer and kidnaps you as a form of revenge

When alastor finds out he is furious and goes in a murderous rage

We he finds you you've been killed by the kidnappers

He's super desperate so he uses voodoo magic or something to bind your soul to his

Boom your in hell

Anyways Alastor finds your kidnappers and kills them yay

Back to you

You end up on hell, a tiny Fawn demon with cute ears, tail, everything

Tiny shadows from Alastor keep you safe before Alastor arrives

By now you've found out his dark secret and try to stay away from him when he arrives

Mostly out of fear

When he does arrives he hunts you down and keeps you trapped in his cabin/house/mansion (idk) in the middle of nowhere

Now that you know who he truly is you're super scared of him

Eventually you do escape and find charlie and vaggie (before they got angle dust) and join them at the happy hotel

Alastor does find out where you are but can't get to you bc charlie

He spends a while trying to find a good excuse to get you

You spend a few months with them and have become a recluse to society

When Angle comes you two become besties

Angle helps you out of your shell

Cue to present day

When alastor visits the hotel you are out in a shopping trip for more food and shit

When you arrive you see Husk passed out drunk, you panic knowing your demented deer dad is there

Then out of nowhere ☁️poof☁️

Alastor shows up right behind you and hugs you close to his chest in relief

Can't kidnap you again bc charlie is protecting you

So Alastor stays to watch over you for as long as it takes

And if you leave the hotel then he gonna kidnap you again

So your trapped

Yay

"I have you back, don't worry my dear, I'll make sure nothing can ever harm you again."

#platonic alastor x reader #platonic yandere alastor #platonic yandere alastor x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere alastor #platonic alastor #we dont see enough of platonic deer daddy #must fix that #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel

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grinningfox · 6 months

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Ratigan was furious.

This was the second caper that Basil managed to foil, and he was forced to abandon the job before it resulted in a confrontation with the police or him in jail. As he scrapped the plan and made away with what sad little portion of the heist that he and his crew did succeed to acquire, he turned and saw that smug, knowing grin on Basil's face.

"Checkmate, old boy."

That infuriated him the most.

Back at his hideout, he was in a rage. A chair was thrown against the wall, valuables knocked off of his bureau and scattered all over the floor. He then reached for the object of his anger, his frustrations, and grabbed the little doll that imitated dear Basil of Baker Street right off of the mantel. He snatched it with such force that all the pins sticking inside of it like some voodoo craft fell off.

Ratigan gripped it tight, his eyes looking to the fireplace and watching the flames dance and flicker. He moved closer to it, the doll still in hand. Burn it, he thought.

Burn him.

He almost threw the doll in the fire. He was ready to. But then he looked down at it in his hand, and the death grip lessened. A tightness formed in his chest. The anger began to subside, but now in its place were the emotions Ratigan tried again and again to bury, but they always came creeping back...

Emotions he felt back before he and Basil were on the opposite end of things. Before when they shared more than just their ambitions, dreams and ideals.

He gently rubbed his thumb along the doll's cheek as he looked down on it, then closed his eyes as he brought it close to his face and took in a deep breath.

It still smelled like him.

He had it stuffed with the tobacco Basil often preferred smoking in his pipe. And how he loved that smell.

It would swirl about them, sweet and smokey, on warm, lazy afternoons after enjoying each other's company.

Oh, how he loved those days. Loved him.

I wanted to draw this tiny little headcanon of mine in a comic format, but sometimes it's hard to convey across what you want to express in that matter, so I decided to just write a little story to go with the drawing instead lol.

#ratigan #padraic ratigan #the great mouse detective #tgmd #rasil #basigan #headcanon #grinningdraws #and sometimes writes #copics

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artiststarme · 1 year

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Goddamn Wheelers!

Hopper was bothering him. That wasn’t necessarily unusual, Hop had been particularly hard to shake since he decided to adopt Steve into his little family. But this was a whole ’nother level of insanity. He’d been wiggling his eyebrows at him and making obscene hand gestures at him all morning and Steve was just trying to eat his breakfast in peace.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Steve blurted out. The entire table stilled at his eruption and looked between him and Hopper. Hop just sipped at his cup of coffee, cool as a cucumber.

“Who me? I’m just wondering why you didn’t introduce us to the girl you’re seeing.” Hopper told him, his expression remaining relaxed and cool.

Joyce, El, and Will turned surprised eyes towards him. Their interests were piqued. Meanwhile, Jonathan looked like he wished he could be literally anywhere else.

Steve’s eyebrows scrunched. He was not seeing a girl and he had no idea why Hopper thought he was.

“I’m not. Why do you think I am?” Hopper’s eyebrows raised.

“Yes you are! I saw you two in your car last night. Why didn’t you bring her in?” He asked.

Steve just shook his head. “Why are you so interested in meeting who I’m dating? I’m an adult, I can handle myself!”

“Why are you so embarrassed about telling me you and Nancy are back together?” Hopper yelled at him. Jonathan grimaced and tried to escape but Joyce grabbed hold of his arm to keep him there.

“Nancy and I aren’t back together!” Steve shouted in response.

“I know you are, I saw you guys making out in the driveway. Who else has hair that curly?” The air stilled as Steve’s face flushed in horror. Oh god, Hopper saw him making out with Eddie Munson. Oh no.

He was in too deep now to backtrack so he took a deep breath and looked Hopper in the eye. “... Eddie. I’m dating Eddie Munson, not Nancy Wheeler. Is that okay?”

Hopper’s face broke out in a smile. “Why wouldn’t it be okay?”

“Because he’s a guy and I’m a guy. We’re in a queer relationship. Are you okay with that?” Steve was speaking quietly, cautiously. He couldn’t wrap his head around Hopper’s reaction.

Hopper huffed out a laugh. “Of course I am. Honestly kid, you could be screwing Bigfoot himself and I would accept it as long as it meant my kids weren't dating a Wheeler.”

Steve saw Joyce and Jonathan look at each other quickly and El shyly glanced at Will. The kid was gripping his fork with a death grip and his face was pale.

“Um, Hop?” He muttered.

“Yeah kid?” Hopper still had a wide smile on his face, he looked like he just won the lottery.

“I uh, I have some bad news,” Will stammered. He glanced at Joyce who nodded at him in support.

“There’s literally nothing you could say in this moment to bring me down. I’m thrilled!” Hopper laughed. He looked over at Steve who shot him a small smile. Oh boy, if what he thought was coming was coming, Hopper wouldn’t have that smile on his face for long.

“I’m gay…”

“Will, thank you for telling me that and I will always accept you,” Hop told him.

“... and I’m dating Mike Wheeler.”

All joy fell from Hopper’s face and left behind was the most devastated expression Steve had ever seen. In fact, Steve couldn’t tell if it was a glare of the light or a tear in his eye. As quickly as it appeared, the sadness was replaced with inordinate rage.

“No! Absolutely not! Goddammit, Will! You’re better than this, what does he have on you? Some sort of leverage or blackmail or Upside Down voodoo? I’ll take that kid out.”

"He's been my best friend for my entire life and I really like him!" Will defended.

"Jesus Christ, why are you kids so attracted to that family? All of you now. That's just-that's ridiculous! I guarantee that violates some kind of bro code!" Hop ranted, waving his arms around heatedly.

Perhaps Eddie was rubbing off on Steve in more ways than one because he decided to cause some problems for his own amusement. "Jon is thinking about getting back together with Nancy."

He wasn't but seeing the outrage on Hopper's face was worth it. He opened his mouth to rant at a scared looking Jonathan but Joyce cut him off.

“Alright kids, time for you to go! Have fun today, be safe, listen to Steve!” Joyce ushered them away from the table and out the door.

Steve, Will, El, and Jonathan practically bolted from the house. They could still hear Hopper screaming about “no good Wheelers” and “that fucking toothpick” and all sorts of other insults as they climbed into the Beemer.

“Uh Steve?” Jonathan asked him.

“Yeah?” Steve asked, looking over at him.

“Are these the seats you were making out with Eddie on?” Steve looked back out the windshield and tried to hide his blush.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

He drove all the way to the Wheeler house for DnD with groans of disgust and fake gagging filling his ears.

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#Hopper's enemy is Mike Wheeler and that's canon #I think he'd be mad at Nancy if he found out how much she hurt Steve too #stranger things #steddie #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #chief hopper #eleven hopper #jonathan byers #will byers #joyce byers #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler

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hardly-an-escape · 3 months

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dreamling fic with hobrinthian hookup? 👀👀👀👀

yes! you and @fulcrvm both asked about this one!

it's based on a post that was going around... gosh, well over a year ago. I'd have to dig to find it again :/ but the basic idea was: imagine the Corinthian picks Hob up in a bar or on tinder or something, they start doing their thang, and Dream suddenly appears and yeets the Corinthian across the room, and Hob is like what the actual fuck???? (and then obviously after some yelling Hob and Dream start doing their thang.)

this is actually the very first Dreamling fic I ever started! it's been on a back burner for a long time, but again, hope springs eternal and I would love to go back to it someday if inspiration strikes. I have a lot of it daydreamed out if not necessarily planned, haha. Hobrinthian is not a big ship of mine but I think there are some super compelling elements of them together! I've shared a few lines from this here and there, here's another snippet:

“You would offer yourself up to one such as the Corinthian? A being of petty hunger, of fear and lust?” “I am trying,” Hob grits between clenched teeth, “to offer myself to you. You git,” he tacks on. Dream says nothing, but Hob has spent years of his unnatural life decoding the minute expressions of that face; enough to recognize confusion. “Are you really this thick?” he demands. All of a sudden, rage drowns out the clamor of emotions swirling in his chest. His anger shouts to be heard. “Don’t you realize that this is the first time in over six hundred years that you’ve laid a finger on me? To do your little voodoo ritual because your, your fucking nightmare creation dared to do something that you won’t allow yourself to stoop to? To touch me?”

thanks for the asks!! WIP game.

#my writing #tag game #wip game #hardly an answer

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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 6 months

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Supernovas in a Modern AU

➼ Word Count » 0.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Modern AU

Officially, Apoo is a DJ, and he’ll go around to different parties and weddings to do his thing. One time he was invited to a church to play the piano and was never invited again. However, in his free time, he streams. He mostly plays My Singing Monsters, Just Dance, or Beat Saber VR, but he's always open to suggestions in the chat. He started writing his own music as well and has grown a pretty loyal following.

Bege still runs his Mafia business but is also the founder of one of the local shoe shops in the heart of the city. It's a nicer place that sells dress shoes and occasionally tuxedos. He always uses the place as an alibi or a cover-up to excuse his whereabouts whenever the cops come and question him and his boys.

Bonney owns and operates a small pizzeria located on the corner of the road. She hardly ever has any rude customers due to the place having a Waffle House type of reputation, girlie is always ready to throw down in the parking lot. And on the weekends, when her shop's not open, she'll go down to the local board game clubs and play Jenga with whoever's there.

X Drake joined the Military the second he got out of high school and never looked back. It always felt like the right decision for him, especially since his parents couldn't afford for him to go to college. Once he retired, however, he turned to zookeeping in the reptile exhibits. He loves his job and will go to Drake concerts whenever he has the money and time to go to one.

Urouge is the pastor at his church (and a regular at the clubs). Some are put off by him, whereas others find him to be comforting to confess to. He considers himself to be a man of the Lord, even if he frequents the cabaret clubs a tad too often.

Hawkins is, more often than not, operating his interior design business, but he does have a little voodoo shop on the side and will frequently read his tarot cards to people who walk in. He's also somewhat of a hit with the farmers as he makes them all scarecrows in August that help keep critters out of their crops.

Law is a traveling doctor who likes to help in areas that are in the midst of pandemics/epidemics. He always feels obligated to go to those places specifically. He always gives kids heart-shaped stickers whenever they've been treated by him. His reputation is very shrouded and some people consider him to be a modern grim reaper whenever he visits their country, blaming him for whatever illness that has spread.

Kid is an avid gun supporter and, as such, sells and makes them. He owns a shooting range and almost all of the Rage Rooms in the city. Whenever he's free, he and Kiler will go down to some of the nearby raves and party together.

Killer runs a pasta shop within Kid's shooting range. He's the one who usually deals with bad customers so that Kid doesn't get himself another lawsuit. He's also known for being the one to end all of the fights picked with Kid.

Blackbeard is one of those really cocky, know-it-all museum employees who make people feel dumb whenever they ask a question. He gambles a lot, has limited knowledge of most of the stuff in his exhibits, and probably deals crack cocaine with people in the alleyways.

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“for fun: four of Nekra's comics covers”

- Other Gabe (qrt this)

#Nekra #Gotta love a good cover #mcoc class mutant #Hate #energy vampire #sorcery #sorceress #voodoo #loa #Exiles from Krakoa #Lethal Legion #Cult of Kali #Black Spectre #female #medium-high priority #Team Revive #reanimation #death #Rage

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 month

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Yves ask<3

At like 2am I was listening to a playlist that had the song It's Over Isn't It from Steven Universe and I couldn't help but think a little bit about Yves. Idk if you see it but some of the lines in the song were giving me a bit of angsty Yves vibes. Like Yves not understanding why he "lost" to some random love interest like in that one Montgomery post.

Idk could be just me but I got a bit of Yves brain going on rn..

Well i mean, Yves was partially inspired by Pearl from Steven universe too, and it definitely comes with the angst fr theres some parallels between Greg and Monty; Yves FUCKING hates Montgomery's guts for stealing you away but he has no choice but to act like he actually "loves" him deep down, past Yves's monster-in-law exterior. Because Montgomery makes you happy and he knows if Yves were to express how he really feels, you would be devastated.

In his mind, the ultimate goal isn't to please himself, but to please you in life. He can't kill Montgomery or else you will feel hollow and unhappy. He cant give you an ultimatum, because even if you chose him, you would still yearn for Montgomery. Yves can't just bend reality this time, because somehow your attraction and love towards Montgomery is so strong, to break that bond is to break you too.

So he just smiles and digs his fingernails into his palm until it breaks the skin, only letting out the most blood-curling, ear-obliterating Yves-rage scream in the privacy of his home. Maybe even sticking some pins and needles into his heavily abused Montgomery voodoo doll, casting spells with obscure ingredients and ancient scripts since he would turn spiritual when facing things that he couldn't accept.

Under all that calm and collected mask is a hurricane of emotions; especially unimaginable anguish and anger. Desperately wishing that you would have preferred what Yves had. Desperately wishing you had chosen him instead.

But you nor Montgomery would know the depth of his hatred for the man who robbed Yves of his rightful position as your husband. You wouldn't know the excruciating pain he felt when you rejected him and went for someone he perceived as a lesser being. He hates him.

Yves hates, hates, hates Montgomery so much and he would torture him so gorily and cruelly, that even the devil would retch in disgust. Alas, you love that... Pathetic excuse of a man. He cannot do anything further than a couple of petty exchanges and stare at you longingly.

You wouldn't know just how much your best friend despised and loathed him, especially when he's so kind to Montgomery and claims to care about him too.

Perhaps you should listen to your husband when he says he's not at all comfortable being alone in a room with Yves. Maybe you should believe Montgomery when he says there is something very, very off about your beloved best friend.

Then again, Yves doesn't take his mask slipping off his true, ugly form lightly. Best to just pretend that nothing is happening and ignore the fact that his house increasingly smells like incense.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #oc yves #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader

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Chapter 5:

Hell’s Bells and Shot Gun Shells

Warning: violence/ death/ talk of abuse

Kitty felt the sun on her skin. She felt sleep drunk as she stirred last. Her mind felt fuzzy. What happened last night? It all seemed like a blur right now. She vaguely remembered the nights events, from the killing to the…oh. Her face went scarlet.

Alastor smirked over at her watching as she came to reality from her sleep drunk haze. “Morning.” He said leaning in the door way of the bed room.

Kitty startled hearing his voice suddenly. “Morning…we…” she started.

He grinned at her “we did~” he seemed quite pleased with him self. Kitty flushed darker. She covered her face with her hands. “Oh don’t be so embarrassed~” he teased her walking into the room, holding a cup of coffee. He took a sip and rustled her hair treating her like a child

She looked up at him seeing that damn smile on his face. It was like she was tormenting her now. He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly. His sudden tenderness made her feel conflicted. This was the man grooming her to be a murderer. Taking her natural desire for bloodlust, and twisting it in his hand to suit his needs. Who she knew for a damn fact was manipulating her to his will. But right now she wanted to believe the lie he might actually like her.

“There’s more coffee and some breakfast in the kitchen if you so desire~” he said to her leaning up to his full height and looking down at her

Kitty moved slowly out of bed feeling, his gaze on her. It felt weird, but nice? She felt conflicted. Quietly she moved to get dressed. “I do need to go back to the city today, I have to preform tonight at 6.” She said dressing fully.

He hummed lightly “and here I thought I’d get to keep you to myself. Ah well, responsibility and all that.” He said waving his hand

Kitty smirked at him leaning her chin in the palm of her hand “you can always come listen to me, you know~”

His eyes seem to glimmer at that idea. His trademark grin split that handsome face. “Oh? You are right, I certainly could. I certainly will.” He leaned against the counter sipping his coffee.

This moment they shared was so different. Their interactions had been so dark and chaotic, before this. However right now he seemed so playful and gentle, like when they first met. Was it all a mask or was there some reality to this?

They spent most of the day this way, just getting to know each other better. Kitty spilled her guts about what drove her to snap and begin a murder spree. Leaning against the couch, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“I just….” She started gaze cast down, “my parents died in a car crash when I was a teenager. My old money grandparents took me in. It was awful they were not very kind to me. As soon as they could they pushed me into an arranged marriage with another man, for an increase to their wealth. I suppose my life was worth little more than a few thousand.” She laughed weakly.

Alastor’s smile faltered as she spoke. A quite rage eking into his heart.

“He was a vicious man. You saw the scars on my belly and back last night….those were his handy work. He would use broken alcohol bottles, cigarette ends, you name it.” She managed to look up at him. His eyes were full of blood lust and rage at her words. She placed her hand on his. “I’m sorry darling….I know it’s hard to hear but bare with me.”

Alastor squeezed her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckle lightly.

“He would lock me in the basement for days, when he was really in a mood. I managed one night to crawl out of the basement window. I ran to freedom. I didn’t look back. I ended up here in New Orleans two years ago, far away from that old house in Mississippi.” She continued.

Alastor was a little stunned she was a runaway. He squeezed her hand firmly “you don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.” His eyes burned into hers it was a vow.

Kitty leaned her face into his shoulder. “This cycle of abuse broke me somewhere deep inside. I saw a man beating a woman in an alleyway….and I just. Something snapped. I stabbed him to death and ran off. There was something so freeing about this act. As if I was getting revenge myself. It became and addiction. I used the jazz club to find more unsavory men, and began to pick them off carefully.”

Alastor listened to her story wicked delight in his big grin. She did similar to what he did. Protect the innocent, and clean the scum of society from the streets. After all rabid dogs must be put down~

They continued their conversation for awhile until it was time to bring her back to the city. Alastor drove silent for awhile just thinking through everything. His eyes drifted to her. She was looking out the window quietly, seemingly lost in thought. He smirked. What a wonderful creature he happened upon. He seemed pleased with how this relationship was progressing.

“Kitty~” he said breaking the silence. She jolted out of her thoughts, turning her head to look at him. He grinned at her. “I have to say….it’s been a thrilling time getting to know you, I’d love to see you more frequently.”

Kitty thought about it and smiled lightly “I’d like that.” She said softly. She hadn’t been sure of Alastor, and there was such weird mystery surrounding him. However she felt inclined to get to see just who he really was. Especially with how kind he had been recently.

He smirked in reply and focused on the road. Before long they pulled up to the Silver Magnolia in the French Quarter. He parked and came around to assist her out of the car. She took his hand as he helped her stand. She smiled lightly at him for the gesture. He was a gentleman despite his wild nature that lay beneath that mask of southern charm.

He was content to grab a drink and stay and watch her preform tonight. He had nothing else happening, and was always delighted watching her preform. Not to mention he could make sure she wasn’t harassed. It infuriated him how many men would flock to her; and touch her. How dare they touch her. His eyes narrowed at the thought. After all she was his. Especially after last night, he had laid his claim upon her.

Kitty was in her dressing room getting ready for the show while Alastor was nursing a whiskey and glaring at the men that sauntered about. He had committed to memory the ones he deemed as problems. His mind making note to handle them if they step out of line.

It was show time before long. Kitty came out on stage and had the crowd on pins and needles. It never got old to Alastor. He was always enthralled watching her with grace and pride commanding that stage. He rest his chin on his hand and watched her dance and sing. She always looked the happiest up there. He wanted that happiness for his own. How could he steal away that happiness just for him to see and no one else? He sipped his whiskey.

How could he get her heart? He already had began to twist what was left of her broken mind, bending her to his will to continue down her dark path, of vengeance. However he was not sated. He wanted more. He wanted to devour every inch of that little vixen. His eyes narrowed and he grinned. He wanted to possess her.

The band roared into the night as kitty finished her set. It was time to go get changed and clean up before meeting with Alastor. A man had followed her. He entered her dressing room behind her and confront her.

Kitty felt cornered and a little panicked the man cornering her against the wall of her dressing room. “I am tired of asking!” He yelled aggressively at her, “I will not take no for an answer again!” He growled.

Kitty glared up at him feeling small but the fire was still burning in her eyes. “I will never marry you!” She retorted. It was a wealthy industrialist named Marc Jacobson. He had been harassing her for months to become his wife. Kitty refused to be crammed back into another man’s cage, especially now that she had tasted freedom.

He struck her swiftly. His hand smacking her across the face so hard she tasted blood in her mouth. Had he been not at her work, she would have attacked him. It was an awful delicate situation as she needed to remain innocent.

Alastor had come back stage to meet her in her dressing room as it seemed she was taking awhile. Which annoyed him a little, he wanted to see her post haste. He heard the arguing as he came up on her door. Then the loud smack. His eyes flared with rage. Who dare lay a hand on his woman? He tried the door and found it locked. In a fit of rage he kicked the door inwards slamming it against the wall. His eyes were burning red seeing Kitty pinned against the wall with this pompous man looming over her.

When he saw the blood on her lip he lost all sense of self. He lunged at the man, grabbing him by his shirt and punching him so hard in the face it broke Marc’s nose. Crimson gushed down Marc’s face. He stumbled back hitting the floor. Alastor looked over Marc a look of sinister hatred burning in his eyes. His eyes had an eerie green glow to him as he snarled down at the man.

Marc looked up at him outraged holding his face with a bloody hand. He got to his feet and shoulder checked Alastor before heading out. Alastor glared after him. He would take care of that one tonight. He rushed to Kitty immediately. He held her face gently checking her over, he seemed worried.

“It’s fine….I’ve had worse” she chuckled sadly.

Alastor looked into her eyes gently cleaning the blood from her lip with his handkerchief. “I don’t care. How dare he hurt you. Was that the man you mentioned who’s been trying to get you to marry him?” He questioned

“Yes….that’s the one.” She sighed.

Alastor hummed softly. He brushed his thumb over the sore spot on her face, seemingly lost in thought. How did he want to kill this man? Probably set him loose into his hunting grounds, hunt him down and shoot him. He wanted him to feel the same fear of being pursued endlessly. A wicked smile spread across his face. “I’ll handle him, cher~” he leaned down taking her lips with his.

Kitty felt a lot safer now that Alastor was here. If he handled the problem it would take the heat off of her, and she would get the justice she craved. She smirked at him “oh you do so spoil me darling~” she sighed softly

Alastor grinned down at her, his thumb resting on her chin. “Oh it’s no problem my dear~”

They sat in her dressing room together for sometime. He held her gently letting her come down from the assault that had happened. He was being gentle with her c slowly running his fingers through her hair. After her awful abusive marriage, he imagined she wasn’t in a good headspace.

Kitty leaned into him lost in her own thoughts. She was feeling a lot more calm with his caring touches. They stayed like this for some time. Once she felt okay enough he decided tonight they would find this man, and have her lure him out to his cabin.

It seemed easy enough. She knew where he lived from being invited to a dinner party. Alastor hid in the back seat, in anticipation. A wicked glee on his face. Kitty would lie saying she thought it over and wanted to marry him after all. Then say she wanted to go somewhere private to have some intimacy

It was working splendidly. She had drugged the whiskey she gave him, so he was very out of it. Alastor waited in the back floor board eagerly. He was almost panting like a wild animal at the thought of taking that wretch’s life with his own hands tonight.

Marc was out of it, and it was very easy for Kitty to use her charms to manipulate him. Alastor felt pride swell in his chest for how wicked his little vixen was at using her wiles. If he wasn’t crazy about her already, he was now. He had to stifle a laugh. All of this was so amusing.

Kitty pulled up the the secluded cabin that belonged to Alastor. Marc stumbled out of the car and she was easy to lead him into the house. The plan was for Alastor to chase him out and into the woods where he would hunt him down like prey.

Alastor went around the back of the house and retrieved his shot gun. He loaded it and put extra ammo in his pockets, not that he was a bad shot, but just in case. His eyes glimmered with sick, twisted glee.

Kitty led Marc into the kitchen. Alastor came around the corner gun raised. A wild feral look in his eyes as he grinned at Marc. “You have to the count of ten to run.” Alastor laughed. Marc was drugged but could think enough that he ran past Alastor and out the open back door.

Alastor counted laughing hysterically as Marc stumbled tearing off into the woods. He looked over at Kitty, “sit tight darlin. I’ll handle this and be back soon~”

Then Alastor bottled out of the back door grinning. He was following the trail of broken branches and disturbed brush. He could hear Marc running ahead through the brush. The rustling drawing Alastor close to his heels. Marc was cursing and panting tryin to make it through the wood. Though in his drugged state it was difficult.

They made it into a clearing. Alastor was approaching him blood lust in his eyes. Marc began to plead as the shot gun was aimed at him. “I’ll never bother her again! I swear!” Marc begged hands raised as he backed away.

Alastor laughed cruelly, malice dripping in his voice, “you think it’s your god given right to lay hands on my girl!?” He was panting and grinning madly at Marc gun raised.

Marc backed up still, hands in front of him “please God no! I’m sorry!” He begged

A strange eerie green aura emanated about Alastor and the loud sound of radio static exploded into the air. His eyes glowed an eerie, sickly green. Strange dark powers forming around him. This would be one more sacrifice.

Alastor laughed loudly “I am no God! No mercy from the devil!” He cackled wickedly before firing a round. The shot gun rang out into the woods, echoing as the bullet tore through Marc. Crimson pooled around Marc’s chest, staining his suit. Alastor wasn’t satisfied, he reloaded and fired again. Marc stumbled back and fell onto the ground holding his chest.

Alastor loomed over him crushing his windpipe down with his boot. “We put down rabid animals” he grinned. The moonlight framed his figure as he held the shotgun point blank. He fired in between Marc’s eyes. Blood spraying his clothing and face. He laughed wildly head tossed back the moonlight glinting off his blood splatter glasses

#Spotify #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel oc #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel fanart #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #the radio demon #human alastor #alastors past #Alastor

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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months

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Las Ilusiones (18+)

Part 8 of Ghosts and Mirages

Warning: STRONG mentions of blood/gore/violence. Kidnap, torture, use of knives, angst, prodding at old wounds, use of guns. Smut, seemingly domestic fluff, unprotected sex.

!Please Beware! This is currently ongoing. This part contains multiple chapters, with their own unique summaries, tags/warnings!

Summary: After a while of turmoil between you and your Lieutenant, things seemed to look up for the time being. Things felt good for a short moment, and everything else, all the troubles of the world, temporarily didn’t exist. However, the two of you still had jobs to do, a mission that neither of you could ever be prepared for.

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The familiarity.

Two bodies squeezed together in a small, twin sized bed, one barely fitting the length of the mattress before their legs nearly tilted off the edge. The scorching heat and comfort of his skin against yours, tangled limbs intertwined with each other under the sanctuary of one thin blanket.

The bed was way too small for the both of you together, pressed up against the far-right wall, leaving very limited room for comfortable movement. Even then, Simon let you sleep by the wall to spare you the possibility of falling off if you would’ve laid near the edge.

The broad man gave you as much room as possible, depending on how you physically appeared in your sleep. If you shivered, he’d hug you a little closer, taking in the warmth of you as the cold was driven away from your skin. If you appeared uncomfortable, he’d spare a few centimeters of space, the distance being all he could afford. He risked his comfort for the sake of yours, and besides, regardless of whichever base it was, the beds were never too comfortable anyway.

Any surface would be heaven for him with you by his side.

Christ, look at him.

A week. A week.

The both of you treated it like it was months, but that’s how it felt to him. A month, three months even. Five even, would be much better and more reasonable timely excuses for why he behaved and felt this way, but no.

It was just a single, fucking week, and each day was absolute torture.

It was interesting really, how much everything had changed the moment he chased you down the first time all those months ago, how naive the both of you had been, or more like how naive you had reduced him to in the best ways possible. He remembered your scar looking a lot pinker back then, more fresh, and now it was a faded reflection of your skin tone. The skin of your cheek appeared more relaxed, yet still constricted by the jagged lines and crooked, concave dots that lined your mark, puckered little blotches that were a cruel addition to the fire your long dead attackers had started.

That was the last time an enemy of any kind would touch you like that. To harm you in any sort of way. Simon wished he could promise something like that to you.

He wouldn't forget the scene of your rescue from the second he entered the room that very day, hunched over a dead corpse on the dirty ground, jabbing your knife into him repeatedly like he was nothing more than a well-worn voodoo doll, like he wasn’t even a man.

Despite your capture, even then you had tried desperately to prove yourself, to show your saviors that you weren’t some damsel in distress. You were a woman, an angry woman, one that was capable of taking down multiple men in a single fit of rage once you were given the chance.

It was a brave thing you’ve done, but it was a situation you shouldn’t have been in in the first place.

He never wanted to be away from you again. It was thought then and there.

He couldn’t promise that he’d keep you away from harm, but he’d try his damn hardest to try.

It was always interesting to see the contrast of a violent, blood shocked soldier to a sleeping woman in his arms, completely opposite sides of the same coin that was flipped quite often in this game of life.

Sometimes, sleeping never came easy to him, using this period of silence to take in your features in the darkness, occasionally brushing his fingers along your hair, trailing lightly along the curve of your face.

The shape of your nose, how it scrunched when you laughed or grew irritated over a gruesome topic or visual. The natural outline of your lips, the way you bit your bottom lip while lost in thought, your teeth abusing the tender flesh, or your nails picking at the skin, another anxious tick before your nail biting took over, leaving the skin flush like the kiss of pink on lily of the valleys.

His long stares had sometimes resulted in you meeting his gaze, watching you quickly avoid it long before the both of you had gotten… involved. Even after, when the both of you shared a bed together, he wondered if you also examined him this way.

Maybe you had woken up when he fell asleep and watched him for a while, taking in all his human features, memorizing each curve and puffy skin before it was painted over and sealed behind the mask.

A sudden jolt of your head cut him from his cord of thoughts, watching your eyes open wide, your lips parting to take in a large, quick breath of air as you broke through your barrier of dreams, returning to reality in quick haste.

“Oh fuck,” you exhaled, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes, taking in slow, deep breaths to calm yourself down. You called for his name, his response being to settle his hand over your shoulder, running his thumb along your skin.

“I’m here.” His hand settled over your chest, feeling your frantic heartbeat against his palm. Your hand reached to settle over his, clutching his fingers tight and secure.

“You alright?”

“Bad dream.” You muttered, trying to get used to the darkness. He kept quiet, obviously figuring as much.

He patiently waited, keeping focus on you as he wondered what had occurred in that head of yours to result in such sharp panic.

“It was just a dream.” Simon calmly stated, a seemingly shallow reply to your overloaded explanation.

“I know it was just a dream Simon, but it felt so real.” You retorted, brushing your hand across your face.

“It felt like we were there, and the room, all the fire and-“

He felt his jaw harden at your words. A fire?

He was in the dream with you?

A nightmare. A nightmare with crucial details, making him immediately assume the worst.

“Hey, easy,” Both hands run along your arms, sweeping around towards your back. Your tears splattered against his chest as you inevitably clung to him, taking a deep breath after another. Christ, one moment you were struggling to breathe, the next, you were shaking like a poor branch on a dead tree in the middle of a blizzard.

His head propped up over yours, continuously rubbing his hand in a light circle pattern between your shoulder blades. He was quiet, all while thinking of what he could say or do to help settle your troubled mind.

Water. Maybe you needed some water.

The moment he shifts to sit up, he feels your hand tighten along his forearms.

“No, Simon don’t-“

Don’t leave me. A sentence you can’t get yourself to finish. Your plea almost made his cold, cold heart ache.

So, he doesn't, laying back down in bed to console you the very few ways he knew how, by holding you.

It was interesting. He was finally here to hold you, to settle you down like he wanted to, only to feel concerned that he wasn’t doing it properly.

The tension in every muscle in your lips as you worked hard to refrain from it quivering. You hated when it did that, you hated it as much as then your nose closed up, making you sound like you were ill, but it made all the difference when you just wanted it to stop.

You hated this. You hated how many times you’ve cried. You despised the ache in your chest, the putrid burn in the back of your nose, the choking weight in the back of your throat.

You couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help it, and you hated it.

Does that make you crazy?

He didn’t see it as crazy.

He knew as a well-known fact that people hide their sadness differently. They become the loudest jesters, the quietest composers, engage in various actions until they’re physically sore, or indulge in substances not meant for the human body. Oftentimes he’s been tempted to indulge, but instead he willingly placed himself as the willing victim of grief, of his sorrows.

You were different, you dealt with your sadness and grief differently, that was what he liked about you, as much as it concerned him to do so.

Compared to how you behaved when he first met you, to the real you he clutched in his arms, the difference was extraordinary.

You were the beautiful composer of death from a distance, prized for making artwork without ever laying a single hand on the paper, your final finish being quick, explosive, and instant.

People admired what you did, and praised you for it all your life if they could for the amount of smiles blooming from your success, he wondered if you wondered if these people were truly happy with you because it was genuine, or because you just made them happy via doing your job?

You didn’t deserve that. He figured you to grow tired of smiling at some point. It’s always those who try their hardest to make everyone else happy that hurts them the most, their self-sacrifice being their own happiness.

People may ask if you’re alright and such, but when was the last time someone checked up on you? The real you, not hidden by all those smiles?

This mask making wasn’t a recent occurrence. You’ve been doing it all your life, ever since the moment you discovered that you had absolutely no idea who this woman you were growing to be truly was.

Just because they can’t see your face, doesn't mean they shouldn’t treat you any less than human. A lesson you had taught him long ago.

“You're certain it wasn’t just me? You’ve called me a walkin’ furnace once.” His calm voice breached through your mind to get your attention. You needed a distraction, anything other than that unknown horrid description you scarcely admitted to him.

“Hm, you’re more like a bonfire.” You replied slowly followed by a sniffle; your voice slightly muffled from your hidden face against his shoulder.

A bonfire. A bright, controlled flame, composed of the remnants of his past, the remains of petrified wood, shrapnel and bones that never stopped burning.

Take a piece of the flame home with you, let it go in your fireplace and feed it regularly. Sit by it, let it keep you warm. Speak to it, let the flame hear your deepest, darkest secrets while it does something alongside what it’s best known for; Let it listen.

You were special to him, like a fine porcelain doll with delicate sculpted eyes made from glass manhandled in those strong hands.

Let it listen without destroying anything.

Let him listen. Let him learn.

“Maybe more like a giant bear.” Your additional comment made his chest rumble as he made a small hum. “Why a bear?”

“Because you’re huge, most of you is just pure muscle.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“You should,” Your head tilted slightly, peeking up to meet his gaze in the darkness, your eyes barely managing to make an outline of his head for the moment.

“‘M just a soldier, love.”

“A brave one,” You whispered in return, trailing your fingers over the area of his heart. “My big, brave soldier.”

Oh.

That’s been the most interesting compliment he’s heard from you yet. If Simon didn't know any better, he was more than glad that the room was shrouded in darkness, hiding the warmth that flooded his face. He’d shoot the damn lightbulb if you even sprung the idea of turning it on.

But you knew, the evidence of your compliment had sprung to life underneath your fingers.

Maybe this proved something he needed to understand further. Being with him again wasn’t going to keep you away from nightmares, but he would be here to save you from them. Just like you saved him.

Just like you saved each other. As cheesy as it sounds, it was genuine truth what the both of you had done.

The debt was repaid, the contract was signed and notarized, the warranty had been completed. Neither of you really owed each other anything, but this? All of this was act of choice, a gift to one another. A realization that both of your lives had not only been saved, but it had found a missing piece it had no idea was needed. That was the twisted, beautiful irony of it all.

Neither of you knew. You just needed to figure it out for yourselves.

His hand trailed his fingers along your hair, cradling your head close to his chest. He felt your head crane to look up at him, urging him to meet your gaze further.

A quiet silence draped the both of you in a warm, cozy blanket. The type of quiet that was soft and comfortable, with not a hint of anxiety or discomfort to be seen.

This wasn’t the type of uncomfortable silences that would make you burst out into laughter, or the tense, awkward ones where no one had anything to say. This was the two of you truly comfortable with each other. Peaceful.

Your lips slowly met, a kiss that was neither rushed or flushed in any way. Mouths melding together like soft caramel, your taste as sweet as strawberry taffy with a hint of salt.

Immediately, he craved more, but slowly, he raised his head, leaning every so close in a gentle motion, feeling your head further relax against the surface of the pillow as he loomed over you.

You caress over his shoulders and across his chest, solemn swipes of your fingers in the hollows of his collarbone, elbows, wrists, avoiding the use of your nails as your palms brush down his ribs, running your fingers along the definition of muscle framing his torso, dragging your thumbs over the curve of his biceps.

Eventually, your hands migrated to his cheeks, gaining his attention to look at your face. The tips of your fingers were gentle and hesitant to touch any inch of his skin, the faint aches and burns being a comforting sting he hadn't minded at all this entire time, but you did.

His nose brushes up against your own, watching you force the gap closed with urgency. You can’t keep away from him anymore, not now. His lips move against yours roughly, tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

Your kisses were sweet, but your physical contact stung, eventually settling to rest along patches of his face where it was the least painful, missing most of the texture you could physically feel after what you had left on him. Hell, if he focused really hard, he could still feel the slight discomfort of his cheek, a minor swelling under his skin if he moved his mouth a certain way.

He did exactly what he was intending for you to do, and truthfully, he’s never been happier for it.

His hands, which had trailed down your sides, came down to settle over your back for the moment. Even then, he wanted more, roaming a single hand lower and lower, passing bruised, muddled skin towards your flushed core.

You knew what he was doing, despite your exhaustion and soreness, just the motion of what he wanted sparked something in you, a gleam of embers buried in the pile of ashes. You urged him on by deepening the kiss, urging yourself a little closer with a hand cradling the back of his scratched neck, despite the minor screaming of your muscles.

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