#. i am my own special creation . ( face )

[brujaluas]

Your feminine rage

This will be a special reading, for those who follow my work you know that I have never made so many options but I felt the need to make 6, everything is very fragile and delicate in these piles, be careful, take a deep breath, it is a sensitive topic

I want you to know that it may seem superficial, but I really feel the energy of some here and I have a lot of affection and love for you, especially I'm feeling the energy of the new viewers haha stay well

everthing about my paid readings and spells

pile 1

What can I say about these people who connected with this pile?; you have a lot to work on, I see that they are rough diamonds that in some circumstances need to be polished, but here is the issue, you don't want to, you are reluctant about this issue, everything is very intense, very brutal for you, maybe it was yours creation, some here were their own children, they took the lead before everyone else, they are very independent, you don't look back, you don't apologize, you have a fire inside you, but be careful not to burn yourself, know how to regulate this intensity.;

pile 2

Maybe you are the youngest, there is a very youthful energy here, an energy you have when you are a teenager and think you can fight the world without fear, you are unstable, you need to think more before acting, impulsiveness can be a wild thing , but be careful because there are things that require some planning, but what am I saying?; You may have already packed your things and left, there's no time for you, rebellious and young heart.;

pile 3

solitude or solitude These two words flash through your head all the time, every day, every week, most people deal with some kind of addiction or obsession along the way. You are wanting to stay clean and free from this, which is a good start, addictions are difficult to deal with, but for that to happen, I see that it is necessary to move away from people you used to spend a lot of time with, bad company, perhaps?

pile 4

I understand why you chose the black swan, you can face very intense emotional and even physical challenges, perhaps due to some profession or personal achievement, you push yourself to the limit sometimes, but think that changes are necessary, when you stop seeing changes as something bad, many things will start to take off in your life, you will align yourself to the right path.;

pile 5

take time to think, don't take action in the heat of emotion, when you're feeling lost in emotional matters, be introspective, think a little, read a book, the secret is to think before acting, not everything needs to be done now, You have this passion inside you but you need to balance it.

pile 6

Of all, you are the most mysterious, what is inside you? what are your emotions?; Maybe you don't even know. can carry the weight of the world alone. You really give me a vibe of never being satisfied or needing to be perfect, without feeling emotions all the time, always being a sunflower, but you don't need to.

[jessamine-rose]

⋆˚♱ଘ Annular Eclipse ଓ♱˚⋆

A long time ago, I binge-watched The Ancient Magus’ Bride and that decision came back to haunt me in my Church AU…… *evil laugh*

As always, thank you to @diodellet for beta-reading this piece!! And to my dear mutuals, I hope you all suffer enjoy the sinful story of Cartaphilus! Pierro x Angel! Darling ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭

Tw:: yandere, blood, violence, death, suicidal ideation, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 5.7k words under the cut ♡

♡ Among God’s creations, His favorite is granted a special fate. Though all lives end in death, only humanity is blessed with salvation and afterlife. Those who live righteously may thus ascend to Heaven, whereas sinners are condemned to eternal suffering in Hell. There is, however, one exception—a fragment of humanity whose sins may never be forgiven.

♡ Legends speak of Khaenri’ah, the nation of sinners. Once the pride of humankind, its citizens challenged God through their creations in alchemy and technology—and the entire nation was subsequently destroyed in a sea of flames. In the wake of the Cataclysm, pollen from the Tree of Life rained down upon the survivors, afflicting them with their final punishment, immortality.

♡ Since then, Khaenri’ahns have roamed the mortal plane in a perpetual state of living. Denied a place in Heaven and Hell, they are cursed to live forever no matter what harm befalls their body and psyche. Due to their wicked reputation, they must also live in fear of their once-fellow humans, lest they face persecution. For this reason, eternity differs among Khaenri’ahns, with a unique fate reserved for the one who goes by the name of Pierro.

♡ After the Cataclysm, Pierro led a group of survivors to Snezhnaya where they established a new home. For three centuries, it was a peaceful haven hidden from the divine gaze of God and the Church…until it was exposed by a traitor and destroyed with manmade flames. In the ensuing chaos, Pierro was the sole “survivor” in the sense that he managed to escape. The rest were critically wounded, buried alive, and left to suffer for all eternity.

♡ Having lost his second home, Pierro began a search for other Khaenri’ahns, only to be further disillusioned. Many communities had also fallen to ruin, if not from persecution but by their own madness. Others, blinded by dreams of death, had resorted to violence and witchcraft in their fruitless attempts to break the curse. And several individuals had embarked on quests for the Tree of Life, only to disappear far away from their homeland. In two more centuries, Khaenri’ah was reduced to a forgotten myth, and Pierro had lost all hope for his people.

♡ So when he gets into an accident, he sees no point in saving himself. If he were younger, he’d be horrified at the thought of falling off a cliff. At best, he’d end up with more scars albeit another permanent reminder of his tragic fate. As for the worst-case scenario, he’d become paralyzed, trapped below the cliff, doomed to eternity as a living corpse. But now, hanging off the edge by his fingertips, he considers the possibility that his head takes the brunt of the impact. A coma would be the closest thing to a reprieve from his waking hell.

♡ Just as his grip weakens, a hand reaches out and catches his wrist. The action is so sudden, so forceful, that Pierro has no time to think before he is pulled up and his back hits the grass. Above him, eclipsing his view of the sun, is the face of a stranger. A tearful expression. A kind gaze that seems to pierce through his soul.

“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you call for help?! You poor thing, I’m sorry for only seeing you now.”

“I am…” He averts your gaze and instead focuses on the sky. It is the color of twilight—a harmony of blues, oranges, and reds that pale in comparison to the crimson skies of his nightmares. “...fine. Thank you for your kindness.”

♡ Once the shock wears off, Pierro takes a careful look at his savior. You have the appearance of a typical human, roughly the same age as he was when his body stopped aging. Definitely not a Khaenri’ahn, given your lack of cursed marks and star-shaped pupils. Neither are there any religious symbols on your clothing, which is a relief. As for your tears shed on his behalf…he’ll chalk it up to pity.

♡ At your insistence, you treat him to a meal at the nearest inn. When Pierro introduces himself as an ordinary traveler, you make a similar claim and suggest journeying together. It is a tempting offer—the both of you are alone with no destination in mind, and you seem harmless. So against his better judgment, Pierro accepts your proposal.

♡ Over time, he warms up to his new companion. You are kind, competent, a bright presence in his life. Traveling with you is like seeing the world with new eyes—you lead him to bustling cities, picturesque forests, places teeming with life. The only downside is your visits to the Church for prayers and chats with the local priests, but you at least seem to be an open-minded believer. You always tell Pierro that he doesn’t need to follow along but he does so anyway, if only to evade suspicion and admire the religious art with you.

♡ Other than that, you don’t reveal much about yourself. But you aren’t one to pry into Pierro’s past so he gives you the same courtesy. At times, he finds himself looking at you fondly, feeling a spark of physical attraction, dreaming of a happy future with you. But those delusions are always dashed by the fact of your humanity, so he instead resolves to cherish what little time you have left before death claims your soul.

♡ That was his goal until he begins to notice certain…oddities. It’s common for the two of you to share a tent, a room, sometimes even a bed. Neither of you are fazed by it, especially when Pierro’s main concern is concealing his cursed marks with makeup. But a few months into your travels, he makes a quiet realization: In those nights of shared slumber, not once has he fallen asleep without feeling your gaze on him.

♡ At first, he assumes that you merely sleep later and wake up earlier than him. But every time Pierro wakes up in the middle of the night, you immediately sit up and tend to him, acting as energetic as usual. Neither do you appear lethargic after nights when it is difficult to sleep. So he puts it to the test by regularly chatting with you late into the night; you always follow along, not once sounding tired nor in want of sleep. Once, he talks to you all night long and in the morning, while Pierro is plagued with fatigue, you look perfectly awake. And only when he subtly points it out do you yawn and go back to bed.

♡ Other mysteries follow. There is the time the two of you trekked through a barren wasteland and ran out of food. It took you two days to reach civilization and while Pierro was starving, you never complained about hunger. If anything, you still managed to walk and fight off beasts at your usual energy levels. And on the rare chance that Pierro is injured, you are the one who treats his wounds…and they always heal at an unnaturally fast pace.

♡ A year into your travels, he decides to look for answers. One night, he shares a bed with you and feigns sleep. For the next few hours, he just lies there and takes note of your unnatural way of sleeping—no slowed breaths, no involuntary movements, yet the persistent feeling that he is still being watched. Shortly after midnight, he pulls out a dagger from under his pillow and aims it at you.

♡ It was only a test to see if you’d react quickly and reveal your ruse. Which is exactly what you do, eyes fluttering open and your hand catching the dagger before Pierro can stop short of stabbing your chest. The look on your face is calm, utterly devoid of fear, and you make no move to leave the bed. You just stare at him with the same piercing gaze.

“Good morning,” you tell him. “Are you going to explain the sudden wakeup call? I don’t believe this is rooted in any Khaenri’ahn practices.”

At the mention of his homeland, Pierro’s grip on the dagger tightens. “So it appears that my suspicions were not unfounded. Answer me, are you a spy of the Church?”

Your answer is a benevolent smile. A soft light shines from your body as a halo—silver, pierced with nails—appears behind your head, followed by a wispy veil. Luminous wings emerge from your back, caging Pierro in a feathery embrace.

Your hand, marked with a bloodstained scar, wraps around his wrist.

“I’m your guardian angel,” you whisper.

♡ Technically, your statement is untrue. In a calm voice, you explain that Khaenri’ahns can’t be assigned guardian angels due to their immortality. Moreover, most angels harbor contempt for his kind though you are a rare exception, having taken pity on Pierro and chosen to become his unofficial guardian. The last part triggers an offended response—are you mocking him?

♡ As for your true nature, you’re the leader of the Archangels. As an angel of the Third Sphere, you are one of the closest to humanity, a divine messenger with the additional tasks of providing blessings and guiding humans towards the path of righteousness. Only, you’re currently on a ten-year “break;” it just so happened that you noticed Pierro at the start of your sabbatical.

♡ Once he is confident that you won’t smite him in cold blood, he goes to sleep—it’s been a long night and fatigue will only dull his senses. When he wakes up, he can almost believe that last night’s events were a dream…until you loom over him in your true form, wishing him a good morning. After a long conversation, he decides to continue traveling with you. That way, he can keep a close eye on you and gain some useful knowledge.

♡ Thus resumes your journey. In addition to Pierro’s distrust, there are major changes to your dynamic. You still travel in your human guise but you switch to your true form when it’s just the two of you. Since angels don’t need food or sleep to sustain themselves, you stop eating with him unless you’re in public. At night, only one bed is needed and you simply watch over Pierro, wishing him a peaceful slumber. Your gentle gaze is always the last thing he sees each day, though it takes months before he can fall asleep comfortably.

♡ He also learns about your nightly pastimes. As it turns out, while Pierro is asleep, you like to fly around the city to help lost souls. Just small acts of kindness in your human form…and if needed, divine interventions in the Church. It explains why he often wakes up to news about corrupt priests who experienced “visions of an angel” and publicly confessed their sins.

♡ Along your journey, you also stop by the homes of the humans previously assigned to you. At the beginning of each visit, you go to the cemetery and speak to their grave. Afterwards, you bring Pierro to their favorite places and reminisce about their lives. When he asks why you can’t simply see them in Heaven, you give him a sad smile and explain that the deceased reside in a realm beyond the jurisdiction of angels. In a paradise where every soul is purged of sin, what use is there for an angel’s guidance?

♡ You mourn the lives of angels as well. It comes as a shock to Pierro, the idea that even an angel is susceptible to death. To which you explain that many of your divine siblings were killed by demons. And because afterlife does not exist for spiritual beings, both species simply cease to exist once their lives have ended. As for your former brethren, they cut all ties with you after their descent.

♡ Slowly, Pierro grows to trust you again. It helps that you were able to prove yourself a year later by saving him from your own kind. Granted, he could suspect that it was merely an act but the sight of a Principality cowering before you, their cassock staked to the floor by silver nails, is quite convincing. Not to mention your cold gaze overflowing with wrath.

“So tell me. Why exactly did you attack my dear human?”

The room is silent, save for the younger angel’s whimpers. To think that a few minutes ago, Pierro had been sleeping peacefully. Now he stands beside you, blood trickling from a cut under his scarred eye, still gripping his unused sword.

“I…” Despite being a rank above you, his attacker is clearly terrified. “But ______, that man…he is one of the accursed sinners! He—”

“Now, now.” You kneel to their level but all kindness is lost in your tone. More nails appear out of thin air, all pointing towards the angel’s body. “Look me in the eye when I am talking to you.”

♡ In the end, the angel kneels before Pierro and begs for forgiveness. He accepts their apology, but not without harsh words and a swipe of his sword against their face. After they leave, you worriedly turn to Pierro and heal his injuries. Thanks to your powers, all of his wounds close up without a trace. Still, when you take your hand off his face, what he sees in the mirror is not his healed cheek but the cursed marks exclusive to Khaenri’ahns.

*✧･ﾟ

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Despite the nature of the attack, you are the one acting emotional. A tear rolls down your cheek as you trace the cursed side of Pierro’s face.

“You need not apologize on behalf of your brethren,” he mutters. He glances at his right arm, sleeve pulled up to reveal a similar pattern of blue veins and blackened skin. “...or your Heavenly Father. And I believe I’ve told you countless times not to waste your tears on me.”

“Still.” Shaking your head, you look him in the eye. “How can I not cry every time I gaze into your soul? I wish I could save you, put an end to your suffering…but it’s beyond my capability.”

“So why do you still devote yourself to me, ______?”

______. It is the false name you go by in the human realm, spoken by every person who has known you as their guardian angel. As for your true name, it remains a mystery to Pierro.

Still, he’d like to believe that he is the human who knows you best. He knows that you are the First Archangel, one of the oldest beings in existence. He knows that you were opposed to the Cataclysm but powerless in stopping it. He knows that your decade of rest was caused by an accumulation of stress, an endless cycle of giving and saving and sacrificing which will only continue in a few years’ time.

And what then? At the end of your journey, will you still have time for him? Or is he truly cursed to drift aimlessly in eternal solitude?

His half-mask rests on a nearby drawer, a relic from his second home. He picks it up, thumb pressed against a painted gold tear.

“You astound me,” he continues. “You, of all people, know that salvation is forever beyond my grasp. And yet you continue to spare me absolute grace. Anyone else would have deemed me a lost cause.”

“That is because I love you.”

At that, Pierro nearly drops his mask. He turns to you, starry eyes wide with wonder. “Can you kindly repeat that?”

But the moment he sees your face, he realizes his folly.

“I love you,” you tell him, a soft look in your eyes, “as I love all humans.”

Has kindness ever sounded so cruel?

“...I understand.” He puts down his mask, pride shattered. “Such is to be expected from a being for whom the love for humanity is inherent.”

A love which he and his compatriots are no longer beholden to.

“But of course.” At that, your countenance turns reverent. Your wings fold inwards, and you place a bloodstained hand over your chest. “An angel’s purpose is to serve God and to save His creations. Beyond that, there is no other point to our existence.”

Silence. This time, Pierro doesn’t bother to hide his judgment.

“Well, that is our initial reason,” you add, noticing his expression. “After all, what’s not to love when your kind is capable of so many wonderful things? Really, you never fail to surprise us.”

“How so?”

“I’ll confess, many of us angels were once in awe of Khaenri’ah,” you admit. “Think of it: Your people found a way to create life, sorcery, powers that were once exclusive to God. Had I met you during your days as a royal mage, I surely would have been impressed.”

Hard to say. Despite his previous status, Pierro hasn’t practiced Khaenri’ahn sorcery in years. It’s likely that his powers have eroded alongside his spirit.

“Then only a century after the Cataclysm, there was the Angel-Killer who performed miracles using our flesh. As a matter of fact…I made the mistake of assigning his first victim to him.”

Your grief isn’t lost on him. The bed creaks as you take a seat next to Pierro, adjusting the chain of mourning lockets around your waist. It bears mementos of both humans and angels.

“Thirteen angels lost their lives to him, including two of my dearest siblings. Needless to say, we were all relieved when Il Dottore finally died, though I had to be given a century’s worth of rest to recover from grief. Sohreh, Pasithea, Oizys…I still think of them to this day.”

Il Dottore. He is an infamous figure in history, a priest whose sins rivaled those of Khaenri’ah. And yet even he was granted the mercy of death.

 “And there are the humans I was blessed to watch over,” you tell him, eyes shining with tears. “I remember all of their names, their smiles, every achievement they made in their short lives. And I’m sure that there will be more in the future.”

That is the final nail in the coffin.

“You are right.” With that, Pierro leaves the bed. “As such, there is no need for you to dwell on how the world is now. I have no doubt that many souls owe their salvation to you, ______, and anyone would be a fool to dismiss your efforts.”

“...Thank you. It means a lot.”

You don’t let him leave, however. A hand around his wrist is all it takes for Pierro to stop, to yield to your embrace. In the dim room, you are the only source of light, an idol of unparalleled benevolence. Divine, beautiful, yet never within his reach.

“Eight more years,” you tell him. In your eyes, his reflection has never looked more hopeful. “That is the amount of time we have left. And until then, I will never leave your side.”

*✧･ﾟ

♡ The next eight years are content. More travels. Deep conversations. Peaceful nights. Another angelic encounter, in which a subordinate merely reported to you and avoided Pierro’s gaze. At one point, you reveal to him that the Tree of Life is no longer in the human realm, eliminating any hope of breaking the curse. His devastation is softened by your comfort, and he can only imagine the reactions of his compatriots if they knew this truth.

♡ Not that he has anyone to share it with. In the Church of Fontaine, Pierro is surprised to recognize the head priest as a Khaenri’ahn. She is only a descendant and thus spared from the curse—a blessing for Arlecchino, a tragedy for her ancestor who likely mourned the generations between them. After their chat, Pierro leaves without divulging her lineage. It’s enough to know that one of his kind is leading a fulfilling life, though he finds it ironic that a Church ended up in a Khaenri’ahn’s hands.

♡ Other than her, there is the familiar face he spotted in Inazuma. Blond hair, blue eyes with star-shaped pupils, a distinctive half-mask…but before Pierro can approach Dainsleif, you grip his wrist and enable him to see the eagle-winged demon clinging to his former comrade. In a fearful whisper, you explain that she is one of Hell’s strongest demons, the slayer of countless angels. And when she turns in your direction, Pierro feels the weight of her crimson-gold glare. In the end, the two of you walk past them, preventing what could have been a bloody reunion.

♡ As your sabbatical reaches its end, Pierro finds himself making the most of your remaining time together. He smiles at you, holds your hand first, asks you more personal questions. Your travels also end in a surprise destination—a forest near Snezhnaya, concealed with divine mist. Leading the way, you explain that it was a meeting place for you and your closest siblings until they all perished, including the Virtue who created it. And when you turn to Pierro, asking if the area suits him…he accepts the gift with full gratitude.

♡ The last year is spent constructing a humble house in the heart of the forest. On the day of your departure, the two of you enjoy a final meal together. It’s bittersweet with recollections of your travels, though the mood dampens when Pierro asks about your angelic duties. With a sad smile, you tell him that you have a lot of work to do. At some point in your journey, you even laid eyes on a young human and applied for a position as their guardian angel.

♡ At midnight, Pierro goes to bed and you wish him good night for the last time. He only closes his eyes when you disappear, when he no longer feels your gaze on him, when the residual warmth of your embrace has been chilled by the night air. When he wakes up in the morning, you are nowhere to be found.

♡ In the following months, Pierro develops a new routine in the forest. Hunting, foraging, visiting the neighboring cities, admiring the aurora-colored sky, even practicing his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. He doesn’t see you again but there are hints of your visits—a luminous white feather, seeds for fauna exclusive to Mondstadt, a wound that healed overnight. Eventually, he gets used to sleeping in solitude again.

♡ One day, he decides to visit his old home. He knows it is futile to seek out his people; after two centuries, their bodies must’ve fully decayed and mixed with the soil. Still, he might as well see what the Church did with the area…and if he can take revenge on the traitor. So he packs his bags, leaves the forest, and travels to the other side of Snezhnaya.

♡ …There’s nothing left. When he reaches his destination, he finds a glorious city built over the mass grave of his people. Only the cold of eternal winter welcomes him back, but the entire city—the devout Snezhnayans, the stories of the city’s origins, the magnificent church in place of his old house—is unfamiliar. Not even the traitor remains. Perhaps they, too, were given a coffin, forever trapped below layers of ice and concrete.

♡ He gets an answer on his way back to the forest. Near the border of Snezhnaya, Pierro is ambushed by a group of heretics…and when he demands an explanation, their leader holds up a preserved eye, the pupil shaped like a four-pointed star. As their fight continues, Pierro deduces their motives—to achieve immortality using the flesh of Khaenri’ahns. It’s pure mockery to hear those fools refer to his curse as a blessing, but his warnings fall on deaf ears as he is outnumbered.

♡ Just as he is about to lose hope, a bright light shines above him. It’s you, in all of your angelic glory, commanding the heretics to let him go. Most of his attackers fall to their knees, in awe of your divine presence, but their leader interprets it as a sign that Pierro is truly the person they’re after. They swing their sword at him…only for their entire group to be impaled by your nails.

♡ It’s a bloody sight. But once your wrath has subsided, you fly down to Pierro and check his condition. You’re incoherent, healing his wounds with trembling hands, apologizing for your late arrival. He assures you that he is fine, only to be interrupted by a sudden ray of light. But this one is blindingly bright, coming from the sky, the same holy light which shone upon Khaenri’ah during the Cataclysm.

♡ It hits him just then: In harming those humans for his sake, you’d violated one of God’s orders. Yet in the midst of His divine wrath, you muster a false smile and tell Pierro to go home. Then you fly up into the sky, disappearing above the clouds along with the holy light. He does as he is told, but not without killing all of the heretics to ensure that they won’t come after him or more Khaenri’ahns. As for the traitor…he doesn’t bother to ask for their location.

♡ The forest is the same when he returns. The next few hours pass by in a blur—unpacking,  checking the animal traps, cooking dinner, and so on. The whole time, he can’t stop worrying about you. He doesn’t know if God would listen to his prayers but he tries, anyway; it’s not like he can help you in any other way.

♡ He goes to bed early, only to jolt awake when a flash of light illuminates the bedroom. When he rushes to the window, it’s just in time to see a falling star. It shoots through the sky, outshining the auroras, a beautiful sight if not for the fact that it seems to be drawing closer to him. It disappears from his range of vision, followed by a deafening sound and a severe earthquake. Then the world falls silent, returning to its tranquil state.

♡ After a few minutes, Pierro leaves his house to investigate. Seeing how the meteor bypassed the divine barrier of the forest, he doubts it was a natural phenomenon. You once told him that the Fourth Order of angels, the Dominions, are in charge of the celestial bodies—could they have been ordered to destroy his third home?

♡ Thankfully, the destruction is limited to a crater at the edge of the forest. But instead of a meteor, he finds you curled up in pain. Fragments of your halo pierce your body. Your right wing is gone; all that remains of it are clipped feathers and sawed bone. Most prominent are the curved horns jutting from your head, covered in a mix of blood and torn skin. You became a demon.

♡ Your half-conscious cries prompt him into action. Carefully, Pierro carries you to his house and treats your wounds. When he notices your hand on your stomach, he remembers what you said about demons needing food and sleep to survive. So he heats up some soup and feeds it to you; and once your hunger has subsided, he tucks you in bed. In your delirium, you can only muster a single sentence before falling asleep.

“Pierro? I’m sorry…it’s my fault, not yours.”

“Silence. We may talk tomorrow. But tonight, you must rest.”

♡ That night, you sleep for the first time. Pierro watches you all night, checking your pulse every so often. When you wake up, the sun is high above the sky and Pierro has already cooked lunch. You’re more coherent now, able to feed yourself, though you wince in pain every so often. And when Pierro asks about your descent, your expression darkens.

♡ In a shaky voice, you explain that the heretics’ ambush had been a test from God. It was fated to occur at the same time as an important event in Heaven, the decennial meeting between God and the leaders from all Nine Orders. As soon as Pierro’s name was brought up, you were quick to defend him. And when you were informed of the attack, you stormed out of the meeting to save him, fully aware that it would bring about your downfall.

♡ And despite it all, you’re the one apologizing to him—for your late arrival, for the danger he was put through, for the “burden” of taking care of you. At the last part, Pierro finally finds the words to chastise you, to say that you won’t achieve anything by wasting your tears on Heaven.

“I wish you would not think so lowly of me. After all these years, do you truly believe that I would harbor anything but gratitude towards you?”

♡ That shuts you up. For the next few weeks, you meekly accept Pierro’s care—he cooks for you, dresses your wounds, lets you sleep in his bed. There is only one problem: Your body refuses to heal. Blood continues to seep from your wounds, and you’re in a perpetual state of pain. Still, he faithfully tends to you day and night. It’s the least he can do for you.

♡ One day, he leaves the house to pick fruit and comes back to find a dark silhouette in his bedroom window. He rushes inside, armed with a weapon, to find a demon. Only, they’re kneeling by the bed, holding your hands, shedding tears of joy. That is when he notices the bloodstained scars on their hands, their tattered veil, your kind words for them…they, too, are a fallen Archangel.

♡ All peace, however, is dashed when your former subordinate tells Pierro that they are bringing you “home,” in other words Hell. As for the matter of your health, they claim that while your divine punishment is unheard of, they should be able to find a cure…from Il Dottore of all people. And despite your conflicted expression, it’s clear that you are seriously considering their invitation. Only for Pierro to take that choice away from you.

“And what makes you believe that I would allow ______ to leave our home?”

♡ Prior to you, Pierro never would’ve dared to challenge a spiritual being. But now, after all he’s been through, he takes a step forward and tells the demon to leave. It doesn’t take long for their argument to turn physical. But before the demon can smite him, Pierro defends himself with his Khaenri’ahn sorcery. They’re a formidable opponent, however, and the fight continues until he aims a galaxy-like aura at their heart. Quickly, you protect your former subordinate with a shield of rusty nails, only for the element to refract and hit you instead.

♡ Much to everyone’s relief, however, it has a different effect on you. Your feathers take on a black tint and a deep blue iridescence. The same thing happens to your horns. Most importantly, all of your wounds close up, leaving scars identical to Pierro’s cursed marks. And when he rushes to your side, asking if you are all right, you breathily tell him that you feel so much better.

♡ That is what convinces the demon to leave, but not without promising to return once they’ve informed the Devil. With peace restored in your home, the two of you go downstairs for lunch. You still need Pierro to support you, but it’s the first time you’ve managed to walk in your new form. And your appetite is bigger, healthier compared to your previous portions.

♡ After a few days however, the effect wears off. Your body loses its blue luster, your feathers fade to their original color, your pain returns. Once you’ve fully reverted to your original state, Pierro decides to try out his Khaenri’ahn sorcery again. This time, he holds your wrist and carefully channels his power into you…and it produces the same healing effect.

♡ For the sorcery which doomed his nation to save the life of his beloved…the irony leaves him at a loss of words, on the verge of laughing. But it does explain why you landed in Pierro’s home instead of Hell, and why God allowed the two of you to reunite. The knowledge brings a dark smile to his face. You’re at his mercy now, dependent on him for all eternity.

♡ When he faces you, he can tell that you’ve reached the same conclusion. Still, you entertain the thought of moving to Hell—surely, there must be a way for you to live without forcing Pierro to expend his energy on you. That is when he grips your hands, pulls you towards him, and tells you that you aren’t leaving him. If the two of you are truly fated to suffer, then it is only right that he returns all of the love you have given him.

♡ It’s easy to persuade you. After all you’ve experienced, you’re tired so you just nod and lean into his embrace. And in the following days, you slowly adjust to your new life. You help Pierro around the forest. A new bed is built, to fit two people. At night, the two of you engage in your usual bedtime conversations but you’re the one who falls asleep first.

♡ When your former subordinate returns, Pierro stands his ground. With you asleep, he is able to fight them outside and easily subdue them; he even had the wisdom to enhance his weapons with blood from your used bandages. And with his argument that any attempt on his life is equal to risking yours, they have no choice but to accept your situation.

♡ You’re still asleep when he returns to your shared bedroom. Careful not to wake you, he changes out of his bloody clothes and leaves his sword on the table, next to his old mask. Then he takes off his glove and traces your features with his cursed hand. And when you open your eyes, the look he gives you is one of pure hope.

“Pierro? What time is it?” you mumble.

“Far too early,” he replies. “Go back to sleep. I will join you shortly, ______.”

“...All right.” Yawning, you snuggle into the pillow and close your eyes. “Can you wake me up later? I don’t want to oversleep again.”

He smiles, caressing your cheek. “If you wish.”

It doesn’t take long for you to return to the world of dreams. Your sleeping face is truly a wonder to behold—an expression so tranquil, well-rested, vulnerable to his kiss.

“And when you awake, I want you to tell me your true name.”

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Capitano ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone ๑ Dainsleif

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving characters or dynamics not included in my masterlist.

..…Don’t ask me how Pierro ended up with the highest word count in this AU. All I can say is that it was very cathartic to make him suffer, which is a recurring theme in his fics. If y’all enjoyed his story, do let me know (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Also, soft launch for the next couple + story!! I’m rlly excited to write for Dainsleif, and just know that he’s in for a lot of surprises <3

Tag a Pierro enjoyer!! @leftdestiny-posts @beloved-blaiddyd @naraven @euniveve @stickyspeckledlight @harmonysanreads @oofasleep @mistymem0ryy @lazyroseart @teabutmakeitazure

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

One night at the Hotel, they're scrolling through HellFlix and Vaggie suddenly gasps.

Vaggie: NO FUCKING WAY! It's finally on here!

Charlie: What? You find a show you like?

Vaggie: Not just "like", this is the best show EVER! I've wanted to binge it with you for years!

Charlie: Oh, neat! So, what show is it? What's it about?

Vaggie: I got three words for you, babe. Xena. Warrior. Princess!

SHE WILL RULE IN HELL AT LAST! HER TV SHOW SHALL REIGN SUPREME IN THE HEARTS OF THE MOST DANGEROUS BEINGS IN HELL!!!!! there is just ONE worrying part to that though....

Charlie: "Wait, she kills the king of hell?"

Vaggie: "It's not a historically accurate show babe don't worry about it."

Charlie: "Still... now I'm picturing her murdering my dad. Not sure how to feel about it..."

Lucifer: (intensely eating popcorn behind them) "Well I'd feel GREAT about it!"

Charlie: "Wh- Dad!?"

Lucifer: "It would be an honor."

Charlie: "To be KILLED by her???"

Lucifer: "Of course! Look at her snarling war face! Look at her THIGHS-"

Charlie: "DAD!!!!!"

Vaggie: (sighing) "Wish I was king of hell so she'd murder me..."

Lucifer: "Poor Maggie." (pats her) "There there, maybe Xena- or Gabrielle might be better seeing as you've been cheering every time she comes on screen- maybe they'd agree to murder the princess consort of hell too?"

Vaggie: "I uhhhh- s-sir, me and Charlie, we're not-"

Lucifer: "Right yes of course! Future princess consort."

Vaggie: "Ffffffuture-?"

Charlie: "DAD HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT ABOUT XENA!? YOU ARE STILL MARRIED TO MOM!"

Lucifer: "Ohhh Char-Char.... Lilith would be FIRST in line for death at the hands of this warrior princess lady and her gal pal. Especially if they used those amazing thighs of theirs to-"

Vaggie: "Sir, please don't finish that sentence and ruin the best show in all creation for my girlfriend by adding more family trauma."

Lucifer: "Whoops! Gosh am I saying too much now? Oh golly, my bad my bad, ha ha ha!"

Charlie: "...."

Vaggie: "Sweetie? Wanna switch the show off for a while?"

Charlie: "....actually, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "?"

Charlie: "... D'you think we could get a Xena costume in your size?"

Lucifer: (jaw drops)

Vaggie: "Hhhhh... I- yeah, probably? I mean.... this is hell, and her outfit is mostly leather, so...."

Charlie: "Would you wanna wearrrrr it~?"

Lucifer: (drops popcorn)

Vaggie: "Do you even have to ask?"

Charlie: "Mmmm heheh- but I like setting a good example, and you know I loooove it when people ask~"

-THUD-

Charlie: "ohshitballsdickfuck- DAD-"

Vaggie: "Hostia!" 

Lucifer: "IM FINE! AHAHAHA"

Charlie: "Dad- dad im so SORRY i forgot you were here-!"

Lucifer: "NO NO I HEARD NOTHING AND AM A-O-KAYYY!!!!"

Charlie: "You fell face first onto your own cane! You're BLEEDING!"

Lucifer: "Everything is fine! Once I've been sick into this bag of popcorn i will be extra specially FINE and our little impromptu family tv night together is going SO SPLENDEDLY WELL, isn't it Maggie!?"

Vaggie: "Ajo y agua..."

Charlie: "VAGGIE HELP- THE BLOOD??"

Vaggie: (sighing) (smiling) (standing up)

Vaggie: "...I'll go get the first aid kit."

-silly bonus-

Niffty: (from under couch) "I'll trade you the first aid kit for a vile of his bloooooood~~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming and jumping on the couch and clinging to each other in terror)

Niffty: "Don't worry!" (giggles) "It's just for my Collection~"

Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer: (screaming LOUDER)

[ghost-bison]

Doctor Who: 1x08 The Satan Pit (2006) / 60th anniversary special 2/3 Wild Blue Yonder (2023)

I frankly love that parallel. One scene taken out of each of the two RTD eras.

First there's the colour palettes. You can see that they're polar opposites. RTD era1 was warm all the time as talked about in this post (which I love dearly, I keep referencing it in my posts), and then we have RTD era2, which has a more modern-looking, colder palette for science fiction.

But it's also a directing choice for the mood I think, cause on the one hand, we have Rose who, we all know, would even give up on seeing her mum again if it meant she got to spend the rest of her life with the Doctor (quite like Donna back in series 4 actually, who was very prompt to say she was going to travel with Ten forever). On the other hand we have Donna in 2023 who's now got a daughter and a husband and who hadn't even planned on doing a trip with the Doctor in the first place, let alone at the edge of the universe. I mean, they were just supposed to go see Wilfred! On one side we have Ten who's slowly recovering from the trauma of the Time War and falling in love for the first time in a while and re-learning that he deserves to be loved, too. On the other side we have Fourteen who, just as Donna put it, is "staggering", and as Fifteen said, is "running on fumes". He's got FOUR regenerations worth of trauma on Ten who was already struggling as it was with one (since the Time War I mean. Maybe two if we count Nine, cause who knows what he's been through between his regeneration and meeting Rose). Fourteen went through losing Rose, Donna, Amy, Rory, River, Clara, Bill, and he went through Pandorica, billions of years imprisoned by the Time Lords in his own personal hell, finding out about the Timeless Child, etc... and now, on top of everything, he's got to deal face to face with the guilt of what he did to Donna as she's been given back to him. Anyway, it's dark, when you think about it. No wonder the colours are so much colder in Wild Blue Yonder.

Then there's the music. In The Satan Pit, the soundtrack, The Impossible Planet, has a mystical quality to it. It's slightly creepy (I mean, it IS an episode about Satan), but it's mostly mysterious. Ten and Rose are only 500 years away from home. But in Wild Blue Yonder, Fourteen and Donna are 100 TRILLION YEARS away from home. The soundtrack from that scene, The Edge of Creation, isn't just mysterious, it's eerie and ethereal and perfectly encompasses what it would feel like to stand somewhere so impossibly alien it has become supernatural (if you can't tell I am obsessed with that track and episode lmao).

I love the contrast between Rose and Donna and the questions they ask. Rose's question is cute, she's like "I've seen it in films, is that it?", it stems from a place of curiosity, like she doesn't really realize the deep shit that they're in. She's just a kid. Whereas Donna's question, it stems from a place of dread: "Where's the light?". It almost has a "The Licked Hand" quality to it (if you don't know that story: the girl is scared, she puts her hand under the bed, her dog licks it. She goes into the bathroom, finds her dog dead in the tub, and written in its blood are the words 'humans can lick too').

Then, finally, there's the order in which things have been done: in The Satan Pit, Rose remarks they're "a long way from home". Ten takes a long look at her, and seeing that she seems a bit scared, he explains to her how long it would take to get home. In Wild Blue Yonder, Fourteen first explains to Donna how long it would take to get home, and only THEN, he takes a long look at her, and finally Donna says "that's my family, over there". It parallels Rose's sentence in the sense that they both talk about home and how far away it is, but they use different words for it with a different meaning behind. Donna is more specific on what she'll be returning to when it's over (her family), whereas Rose, who isn't as grounded as her, just says "home" (which, for her, probably just means the place she grew up). I also love the contrast between Rose's "a long way" and Donna's "over there". The first implies foreign, the second implies close enough to see. What's interesting about this bit is Donna is further away from home than Rose is, geographically speaking. But for Rose, Home is actually the Doctor, just him, so she has no problem saying she's "a long way from home" since she doesn't mean it in the same way Donna would. So for Donna, when she says "over there", it's because the Home she's talking about is closer to her heart, and she's probably trying to reassure herself that she'll see her family again (I used to do something like that when I was in primary school, I'd travel all the way back to my house in my head to kiss my parents on the cheek because I was so homesick).

So that's that I guess

[mimisempai]

The first day of the rest of our lives

Summary

The sun rises on their first autumn morning in the Southdowns' cottage. Crowley realizes that everything is different now. Like a first time.

Notes

In these difficult times, let me offer you a little sweetness. Let's follow the angel and the demon as they get used to their new life in their cottage.

On Ao3

Rating G -  632 words

Autumn.

They'd seen thousands of them, but this one was special.

Like a first.

Crowley stepped out onto the front porch and took a deep breath, even the cold air, the smell of fallen leaves, the earth damp with morning dew, the woods behind the house, everything seemed new to him.

He walked forward a little and raised his face to the morning sun, a few rays of which managed to pierce the thick clouds passing in front of it. Even the light of the star he'd known since its creation seemed new to him.

Leaning back against one of the wooden posts, Crowley lifted the mug to his face, enjoying the warm steam on his cool skin. He inhaled the coffee with pleasure before taking a sip, almost expecting the beverage to taste new.

He couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure as he took a second sip, enjoying the warmth that spread through his body. 

His gaze was drawn to two orange and red leaves that seemed to be racing in the wind, and he followed them with curious eyes to see which would finish first.

Suddenly he felt another warmth against him as two arms wrapped around his waist. Then he realized that Aziraphale was rising on tiptoe to rest his chin on his shoulder. 

The angel whispered in his ear, "Aren't you cold, my love?"

Leaning against his lover, Crowley raised his cup and replied, "Thanks to this, and now thanks to you, I can't feel the cold.

Then he reached out and rested his mug on the porch railing before placing his hands on Aziraphale's warm ones, intertwined on his stomach.

Tilting his head back, the demon said quietly, "I was just admiring the scenery. It's nothing special, but..."

The angel leaned his head against Crowley's and replied softly, "I know what you mean, everything looks new."

Crowley, surprised to hear the Angel echo his earlier thoughts, nodded before saying, "Yes, it's not something we've never seen before, you and I both, but probably because it's our first morning here, in our..."

Not expecting the wave of emotion that washed over him, Crowley, his throat tightening, could not finish his sentence. Sensing this, Aziraphale tightened his arms around him and continued, his voice also full of emotion, "...our home."

Crowley nodded, but still couldn't say anything.

Aziraphale just hummed.

"I know."

They'd been through so much, seen so much, beautiful and ugly, good and bad, extraordinary and ordinary. But this, here, now, together, was probably one of the most perfect moments they'd ever experienced, for either of them.

It was a small thing. 

An autumn morning. 

Like thousands since the beginning of time, but this morning was the first.

The first of a new life they had waited so long to begin.

"Angel..."

Crowley turned in Aziraphale's arms and framed the angel's face with his hands, lifting it to his own. He gazed at the beloved face and then, looking into his lover's eyes, he said softly, "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am right now."

Aziraphale, his eyes glistening with tears, too moved to answer, nodded.

The demon closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's in a tender kiss that lingered as Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the demon's neck.

The embrace, interspersed with kisses, continued until Crowley's coffee was cold in his cup.

But the demon didn't care, for nothing was warmer than him and his angel, entwined, enjoying the dawn of their new life together.

And if his gaze hadn't been completely caught by the angel in his arms, he would have seen that the two little leaves had completed their course together, reaching the ground at the same moment, entwined, together.

Just like them.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

South Downs Cottage series : here

[vaelzz]

It feels so odd to be treated with kindness and respect. I think people do themselves a disservice by keeping dismissive, toxic or downright negative friends, family or romantic interests in their lives. On the other hand I know how isolating it can be to cut it all out and just be left with your own thoughts in an endless echo chamber debating that you might actually be the toxic/negative, that you might be overly sensitive or perhaps selfish/narcissistic for feeling hurt over people downplaying or wilfully ignoring something you've achieved…

In worst cases downright insulted and degraded which I personally have always understood as people projecting their own insecurities and envy which helps ignore it sure but even still when it is persistent it slowly wears you down over time and serves as a way to validate your own internal negative thinking about yourself. I'd think I'd only care about what I truly think but then I'd simply let myself be exposed to negativity until it's literally hardwired into my very being and being told positive things is met with a lot of internal resistance because I truly don't believe it. The worst part is that I feel guilty for not truly appreciating kindness or affection which makes me anxious because I am unable to reciprocate and I understand it's not supposed to be like a transaction but when someone is genuinely nice to me I just melt into a puddle of confusion. This is all internal though because on the outside it's easiest to just say "Thanks!" and move on because exposing the issues I see can be seen as attention seeking or just simply draining to people which will be met with frustration and resistance from them.

But again it just feels so bizarre to have someone be genuinely appreciative. The screenshot attached to this post is an old artwork of mine reposted to the story of a new very special individual who has entered my life and it really puts into perspective the stark differences in every simple interaction. It feels so crazy to me that I'd invest so much time and energy into people that would refuse to input even the bare minimum and would even go as far to exert their own expectations followed by incessant downplay at every opportunity.

The artwork is from 2015 and it's taken on a cheap borrowed school camera at The Den Of Nargun and then further edited and painted over on my old craptop and only a mouse (R.I.P pre-tablet days) so screen was barely calibrated or accurate but it was inspired by The Hallow in Terraria which is one of my favourite games. I remember showing it to a close friend of mine this after gifting them a Canon film camera that had a good lens. (it was old and compatible with their new Canon and I used Sony so why not) But they literally said it looked like vomit which beyond irked me because whilst it's not perfect it was a prominent creation in my life when I was just 17 in highschool without many resources. I also won an acquisitive art award for it alongside another piece called An Ever Flowing Stream of Eternity, acquisitive meaning the local gallery acquired it and I was given $500 alongside some other art supply gifts which I don't like to brag about but surely it must have some merit or value for that? Certainly not vomit right?????

I guess to top it off I was only sharing it because having gifted them a camera I was recommending locations to go except they literally went 2 days later without telling me after I said I wanted to return there and retake some pictures now I am older with a better camera. Definitely some strong gaslighting there when trying to confront it but that's whatever but what really irked me was them just shoving all their photographs in my face and essentially demanding praise and getting upset if it's anything less than positive. I'd never really share much of my art or things I made because people wouldn't really care which I figured is fair enough because everyone has different tastes and there is zero expectation for someone to like or appreciate anything you do but after so many years of that you just feel so empty. Because this is just one instance but there are countless instances with plenty of other people too which is incredibly demotivating because why bother doing or sharing anything that someone is just going to devalue? Might as well focus my attention elsewhere??? Except I'd still always have that inherent drive to create and achieve things so ultimately it just led to cyclic toxic cycles of internalized perfectionism.

But now being met with something as simple and trivial as a story repost followed by being spammed likes because I felt sad about this artwork being called "vomit" and an overall general lack of appreciation after discussing some concepts around Tall Poppy Syndrome it just… idk it sort of warms my heart and honestly I was melting a bit and I felt so guilty that this person was showing kindness and appreciation towards me because I felt so underserving? The crazy thing is that it's so simple and basic yet feels so foreign to me to have someone take the time and basic thought to undertake the gesture. For the record the share and likes are meaningless, it's all just superficial social media bullshit but the simple gesture and thought is what touches me deeply yet it feels like such a basic and trivial thing so it really makes me think back to when I'd let negative people remain in my life and convince myself I'm selfish for ever having the passing thought that I'd like the same respect and energy given to be returned mutually.

[crimsonhydrangeavn]

Hey there! I'm here to simp for Garret, as usual, but I have another reason to gush today—I absolutely adore your drawing style! Whether it's the colors, the character designs, or the scenes, I just love it all. One of my favorite things, though, has to be the characters' facial expressions—they are all just beautiful!

Marcelo's surprised face? Perfect. Rita's blushing cheeks? Adorable. Camilla's entire design? Has a special place in my heart. And don't even get me started on Teagan's smile—it's so cute, it's almost unfair. But, of course, my ultimate favorite is Garret. I can't handle it when he furrows his eyebrows, whether he's pissed off or has that smug look like he's just hit the jackpot. It's all just so perfect!

Anyway, I do have a question for you—do you have any tips for creating character designs? I feel like the way your characters look perfectly matches the vibe they give off, and I'm starting to work on my own visual novel, but I'm having a hard time nailing down the character designs and I felt I could find good advice from you.

Additionally, I apologize in advance for all the fangirling and for my poor English. I hope nothing I said came across as rude or inconvenient, truly 🙏.

Thanks so much, and I hope you have a fantastic day! ❤🌻

Thank you so much for your incredibly sweet ask! Please, please, please NEVER apologize for gushing about characters for fangirling over them! It always brings a massive smile to my face and I really appreciate hearing how much you enjoy them! <3 I'm incredibly flattered that you reached out to me for advice on character creation and I'll do my best to share my process with you! Granted there are a million different ways to do things so these are just a few things that I've found that helps me in the creation process.

I'll give you a little background about me and my character/story creation journey so you can get a better understanding of my background in writing/character development.

You see I've been a huge fan of text roleplay for the majority of my life. I actually started roleplaying on gaiaonline when I was 12 and I've been doing it ever since. ( Almost 20 years at this point! damn am I old lol) As a result I've had a lot of practice creating and interacting with different kinds of characters in different settings. I've also been playing DnD on and off since high school. That being said, I've had time to refine my craft and create characters that I personally really enjoy and align with to some degree. ( And hopefully you do too!)

That being said, I'll list a few tips and tricks I've picked up over the years below!

Anatomy is key! Yes, my characters are stylized, however I spent a long time studying anatomy and getting a solid sense of proportions, ratios, and musculature. Am I perfect? Absolutely not, but I'm at the point that I can usually notice if there's a glaring error/ something looks really off.

Make sure to put all of the characters in a line up once they're designed! Are their heads the same size? What about their hands and feet? Some slight variations are natural, but if one character's head is noticeably larger than the others, then I'd take the time to adjust. The same could be said for colors. Is one character SUPER saturated while the others are more muted? Unless they're supposed to stand out, consider reworking the colors to make them feel a bit more cohesive.

A basic understanding of color theory is always a bonus in my book! I'd also consider making a general color palette for your game. That way it'll help you make sure everything looks and feels as though it's in the same world.

When I first create a character, I try to think of a general concept of what I want them to be. What's their general vibe? What do they look like? What's their personality like? Ect. Once I have a general vibe down, I try and do a bit of visual research on tiktok, pinterest, tumblr, google, ect. For example, I might have a general idea of what a typical frat bro or sorority girl looks like, but until I actually do the research and look into the kinds of things they wear, how they speak, and their general lifestyle, and real life examples of these kinds of people they'll feel like a flat caricatures of what they actually are.

Then, once I have the general vibe nailed down I start doodling them and playing around with different hairstyles, outfits, body types, ect. I actually have a few different different versions of all of the characters for Crimson Hydrangea! I rarely end up going with my first sketch/ concept when it comes to most of my characters. I also like exploring with different skin tones, colors, and textures/designs.

It takes a lot of thought and trail and error, but once I finally create a character that I'm visually happy with, I really start delving into their personality, backstories, and general psyche. What are their likes, dislikes, positive traits, and flaws? What are their motivations, fears, and traumas? How self aware are they? Then I start asking myself slightly more introspective questions to help me relate to the characters a bit more. What about this character resonates with me? How can I make this character feel more real? What are some traits that we share? For example, Garret inherited my unhealthy perfectionism, Marcelo inherited my love of food and desire to make sure those around me are happy and comfortable, Camilla inherited my sarcastic sense of humor, Rita inherited my unyielding sense of responsibility and unhealthy work-a-holic tendencies, and Teagan inherited my deep rooted insecurities. Granted most of these characters take it to a completely new level than I do in my real life, but at least on a basic level I can relate to them and understand their motivations. That being said, I don't think all of your characters need to inherit a specific trait of yours, it's just something I recently realized I tend to do on a subconscious level to help me write them with a bit more depth.

Let your characters develop a life of their own within your story. It's okay if they end up changing from your initial concept. People in real life are complex and don't always fit into a specific mold no matter how hard they try. They grow and change over time, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worst. Do what feels right for the story you're trying to tell. For example, Garret was originally supposed to be more calculated and methodical. Marcelo was originally supposed to be a lot more laid back and go with the flow. However when I actually started writing them in specific scenarios I realized that they're far more complex than a simplified list of traits. Flaws and weaknesses make them feel so much more real than a "perfect" gary/mary stu.

When it comes to facial expressions, I usually have a small mirror on my desk to observe and reference specific expressions I'm trying to convey. In addition to using the mirror as a reference point, I also tend to make whatever face I'm drawing as I'm drawing it. It's a little silly, but I find it really helpful feeling my facial muscles recreate the same expression. It helps me figure out what the brows, eyes, and mouth are doing at the same time. It's gotten to the point of doing it subconsciously whenever I work/animate/draw. (Fortunately I usually work from home so no one has to see my weird expressions lol)

I think the final and most important tip you should take to heart is to create characters you genuinely enjoy. It'll also help you stay motivated to keep writing them and developing the story, especially early on in the creation process.

Hopefully you found my rambling helpful! It ended up being a bit more of a brain dump than I originally intended haha. That being said, I'd love to see what kind of characters and game you end up creating in the future! <3

[enqmind]

Now available on AO3. Exclusively, when I delete my tumblr account on 18/01/25

Fic!

This is what happens when you've recently read baby trapping fics and then have a conversation about what foods you can't eat around taking certain medications.

Soap/Female Reader WC: 1.4k 18+ content.

Warnings: Baby trapping, manipulation, tampering with contraceptives, tampering with food, technically poisoning, misuse of a dietary supplement. Noncon, despite containing no actual sex (because baby trapping).

Reader notes: Implied to dislike marmite, probably isn't Scottish, dislikes masks (not a covid denier. they just make her uncomfortable).

Gothmet

 Johnny has been cooking a lot lately.

 “Trying to take after your compatriot?”

 He’d laughed at that.

 “I think you’ll find I don’t hit my Boiling Point quite so fast, love.”

 You suspected he’d last five minutes in food service, since you’re not actually allowed to explode the sous chef.

 But as a home cook? Oh, he was passable.

 His latest creation was squid ink ravioli filled with an avant garde bacon and nigella seed concoction.

 It was interesting, but good was a different question.

 “Do you like it?” He asked, puppy dog enthusiasm radiating off of him in waves.

 “… I don’t know,” you confessed. “It’s certainly interesting, but I’m not sure one way or the other.”

 You half expected his face to fall, but instead he looked thoughtful as he took a considered bite.

 “Aye, I see what you mean. This’ll take some workshopping. You willing to be my taste tester?” 

 You grinned at him over your wine.

 “It would be my pleasure.”

 “And that is my top priority, after all.”

 He didn’t seem discouraged by the half hearted kick under the table, especially if his enthusiasm for ‘dessert’ was considered.

 His new culinary interest expanded to baking.

 The next day he presented you with a zebra cake with the highest contrast you’d ever seen. The chocolate stripes were almost jet black.

 “I got some o’  that ultra Dutch processed cocoa to try making my own oreos. Ordered one of them special biscuit cutters too, but it hasn’t arrived yet. So I decided to make a very accurate zebra cake.”

 “You ordered one for bourbons too, right?”

 “What do you take me for, hen? Some kind of godless heathen?”

 You raised your hands placatingly.

 “Just making sure, Johnno. Gotta check to see if you’ve been replaced by a sexy doppelganger every now and then.”

 He squinted at you.

 “Yeah, well. You’ll get your bourbons. With bourbon cream, mind.”

 “Always trying to ply me with something, aren’t you?”

 He looked scandalised when you laughed.

 Within the week he had those biscuits ready for you. True to his word the bourbons had bourbon cream and the orefauxs (as he called them) had Baileys cream. Both were as black as the devil’s bottom.

 “I might need a new wardrobe soon if you keep this up,” you joked between mouthfuls.

 “Ah, I’ll just help you work it off. Or just buy you a new one.”

 The look you gave him might not have been as withering as you’d hoped, but he seemed to get the message.

 “I’ll try to bake you something healthier next time.”

 Something healthier meant a coal black loaf of bread.

 “It’s a black bread,” he said cheerily, “it’s got rye in it. Thought might as well go the whole hog and added some activated charcoal to make it as black as you like your coffee.”

 It was with a heavy sigh that you turned your eyes to him.

 “I can’t eat this.”

 His face did fall this time.

 “Oh. You allergic to rye? Or are you afraid I’ve slipped some marmite in?”

 “My marmite take is neither here nor there. The problem is that I’m on the pill and activated charcoal can make it not work.”

 “Oh, shit.”

 He looked so crestfallen that you felt even worse.

 “Sorry.”

 “No, no. It’s my fault. Shoulda considered that.”

 You tore off a chunk and slathered it with butter, just to see him light up a little.

 “Well, I guess half a loaf over a couple days can’t hurt too much.”

 His grin was blinding.

 “Ah, but what am I gonna do with all this spare activated charcoal? I cannae eat it all meself.”

 You gave him a grin of your own.

 “Could live up to your callsign and use it to make soap. Good for the skin and all that.”

 “Ah,” he said sagely. “So that’s why they kept showing me that melt and pour stuff. I was starting to think I’d have to assassinate Bezos for knowing too much. How’d he even find out?”

 You chuckle as you eat your chunk of bread.

 “It’s really good,” you mumbled, delight rendering you mannerless.

 Johnny puffed up with pride.

 “I’ll try a different colourant next time. Still got that squid ink, after all.”

 “How is recipe development, by the way?”

 “Can’t complain. I’ll have another plate for you in a couple o’ days.”

 “I look forward to it!”

 In the meantime you were working your way through the biscuits, cake and that half a loaf.

 The second round of ravioli was divine. Exactly what was different was a question, but if Johnny was going to continue to be a magician in the kitchen then he was allowed a few secrets.

 He joked that this was the way to your heart, and he wasn’t far wrong. There was something about a handsome and rugged man cooking for you that was so very seductive. So less ‘way to your heart’ and ‘way into your knickers’.

 His culinary adventures continued with a squid ink version of the bread (still delicious, barely tasted different) and so much chocolatey goodness.

 Despite previously thinking such things impossible, you liked chocolate as much as the next woman, it was getting more than a bit much.

 “Don’t worry. I’ll take a break on the old chocolate,” he reassured you over some jjajangmyeon. “I’ve got a few more ideas up my sleeve.”

 He bought you a pie.

 It was rectangular, but certainly a pie.

 “I thought you said you made buns?”

 “I did hen, a bun at least. This is a black bun, it’s traditional around Hogmanay.”

 When he cut it open you could see why it was called that.

 The filling was dark as a moonless night and chock full of dried fruit.

 Granted, you were a bit leery, but you gave it a shot and were pleasantly surprised.

 “This is good. Remind me to come ‘round yours for New Year’s.”

 “It’ll be an invitation, not a reminder, lass.”

 You grinned, even with currents stuck in your teeth.

 The next thing he bought you was fudge.

 You were more dubious about this one than the pie.

 “Why is it black?”

 “It’s liquorice flavoured. Me mam asked me to make some, thought I’d let you try it too.”

 Maybe you could deal with the dried fruit, but the liquorice was a bit much. All sorts were one thing, but this flavour and this texture? It was weird and gritty and didn’t go. No thank you.

 “Well, you win some you lose some,” he grinned, “they can’t all be winners.”

 The liquorice might not have been, but the black sesame seed mochi certainly was.

 “It’s good in a porridge too, they use rice starch to thicken it.”

 You raised an eyebrow at him.

 “Porridge without oats? Do your countrymen know you’re speaking such blasphemy?”

 “Aye, aye. Fair point. You keep this schtumm and I'll work on some fusion cuisine so they don’t burn me in Parliament square.”

 It took a few days, but the proper black sesame seed porridge was welcome. You’d been feeling a little under the weather lately.

 “So what do we call this? Scorean? Kortish?”

 “Please stop.”

 “You’re no fun.”

 Johnny pouted.

 “Oh right. Before I forget; what happened to that soap making? Or am I just not getting any?” It was your turn to pout.

 “Ah, I decided to go cold process. So it’ll be ready when I get back from deployment.”

 You nodded.

 “Do you want me to bring some down when I come pick you up so we can throw it at Simon? ‘Cause he’s gonna need it with that fucking mask he’s always wearing.”

 Johnny’s eyebrow’s rose.

 “I still don’t get why you hate it so much.”

 “I swear he’s making faces at me under that thing.”

 “Really?” He asked dubiously.

 “I just don’t like it. He gives me a weird vibe.”

 Johnny looked affronted.

 “Hey-“

 “Because of the mask. Hated it during the pandemic, too. I’d last three minutes in Japan in the winter.”

 “I’ll take you in the summer then,” he smiled softly, placated.

 You rolled your eyes affectionately.

 “I’ll hold you to that.”

 As ever, it was with a heavy heart that you saw him off the next day.

 He did leave you with some treats to tide you over. Another black bun, some biscuits (chocolate was back on the menu) and a box of lovely dark parkin. Altogether, it should last most of the time he was away.

 It didn’t.

 You stress ate most of it when you found out you were pregnant.

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It’s been a long time…PART 1

(Complete, link to the second part down below ⬇️)

 Summary: Gus March-Phillips was gone for about four years. Leaving behind the one woman that he loves. He’s hoping against all hope that you’ve waited for him. Becoming more and more anxious as they pull into the harbour and you’re nowhere in sight… Did you grow tired of waiting? Have you found another in his absence?

Pairing: Gus March-Phillips x Fem. Reader

Warnings: cursing apart none whatsoever, just angsty yearning buut with a fluffy ending (smut/physical reunion in the second part, though Can Be Read As A Stand Alone)

Word count: 2.1K

A/N: Okay, guess who’s finally watched the movie yesterday? And loved every second of it?!!

As I’m always writing while listing to music, one song in particular inspired this (= One More Pull by The Wellermen, The Longest Johns!) Any mistakes are my own. Comments and reblogs are much appreciated. Thank you! Hope you’ll enjoy…❤️✨

 

! Neither the Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare nor the OC’s like Gus are my creation. The parts of lyrics I worked into my story aren’t mine either!

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PART 1

 

A cold drizzle had started. Still he stood unmoving outside on deck, trying to look beyond the darkness. Trying to make out the harbour that would surely come into view any time now.

“Captain why don’t you come back in? Where it’s warm?”

Lassen’s booming voice mocked, “Pretty sure he’s got his eyes fixed on something special, am I right?”

Gus turned, not nearly as amused as he’d normally be at their banter. “Shut up. Go back inside.”

“Uh oh, sore spot? You’d think you’ve fallen…” Lassen’s mouth closed, upon seeing the angry, stormy Blues fixed on his face. He immediately knew he’d gone too far, trying to lighten the mood this way had not been one of his best ideas apparently.

“Just go back inside.”

At last Freddy and Lassen went inside, letting him be.

Usually he could take quip after quip from his men, without so much as pulling a face, but today wasn’t just any day. It was a day he’d promised you, would come way earlier than it did.

He’d assured you, he would only be gone for eight month. However that wasn’t the case, as their mission had been more complicated than they originally thought.

Now it’s been nearly four years, since he’d made that promise.

Growing anxious as more and more time went by, without hearing back from you. Gus and you had written a lot of letters, back and forth, yearning for each other. Telling the other of your day, sometimes even going as far as describing what you’d do once he’d be back.

Though his letters had become quite apologetic after ten long month, when there still wasn’t an end in sight for the mission.

After the third year, not being able to return to you, your letters had stopped altogether.

Making him sick with worry. Had something happened to you? Where you discovered? Tortured for information on him?

Or something else entirely…Had you found someone else? Someone who’d stay by your side? Someone that wouldn’t leave you alone for four years? Someone that wasn’t him?

Every time, those thoughts surfaced (which were often), he’d felt like Freddy. Just a burning desire to blow something up. Or to shoot whoever was responsible for the sudden stop of your writing.

Though he didn’t cease writing letters. They even got rather poetic at the end, because he was trying to impress you, wanting to let you know how much you mean to him. He simply couldn’t lose the only woman, he had ever loved. He will ever love.

 

The last one he’d written, was the one where he poured in everything he felt. The frustration at your silence. The hope you’d wait for him. The desperation. The deep, honest love he held for you… even the despair he’d felt for being away for so long. But now he finally headed home, to you. After all, you were his home.

 

This last letter of his, read something along the lines of:

 

// Dearheart,

I know I’ve promised to be back a long time ago. And I haven’t.

Regretting every second I’m not by your side. Though my love for you continues to grow stronger every day. My love for you, is both as calming as a sunny day near shore and as wracking as being in the middle of a storm on the high sea. Wave after wave of regret washing over me, threatening to drown me, because I’ve left you behind.

The despair I feel for having been away for so long, is shattering my heart, like a hammer would glass. Every splinter feels like it’s painfully piercing through my chest. More so, since you’ve been silent, every letter not returned, is a shard of my heart crumbling even further.

Now that I finally return to you, everything that’s left of my heart, may be just a fine powder. And like the untamed sea, you decide where to take the leftovers of said heart.

Will you drown the fragments like they haven’t been anything of value? Or will you carefully carry the particles of my heart through the storm, until they reach safe harbour?

For now the hope I feel is still somewhat able to sustain me. I know expecting you to wait, is not fair. That’s why I’m hoping. Because hope is the one thing that’s left, keeping my naïve heart beating, longing for you.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Will you be waiting when we dock in three days’ time, my love? Because soon we’ll draw closer and my journey will be done.

Yours to command, yours to love…

Gus //

 

 

Never before had he written anything like that, it was very unlike him. But he’d also never felt for someone like that before either, so he’d sent the letter. Again getting no answer.

 

Gus thought he was the most anxious when your letters had stopped, but right now as their ship approached harbour, his mind was beyond restless. The unease and dread he’d pushed down for months, creeping up just then, though making him stay frozen to the spot as his gaze was fixed on the lights that slowly came into view. Just when he thought he couldn’t take not knowing anymore, a huge paw landed on his shoulder.

“Here,” Lassen held out a spyglass, nodding at him to take it. In fact not just he had come out, his whole crew stood behind him, as if they were cheering for him.

Appleyard smirked; “Go on then, you surely can’t see without that.”

Gus shook his head, smiling though, he knew his men had his back no matter what. He took one deep breath then lifted the monocular to his eye.

Darkness, then he moved it back and forth until one of the houses on shore came into focus. From there he moved it until he saw a few smaller boats and then further to the right where he knew they’d dock. Where he hoped you’d wait.

There was nothing there, just three men sitting by the sea, probably drunk if their swaying was anything to go by. Not wanting to give up just yet, Gus moved the spyglass up, up, up, over the rooftops of the small town. Even further up into the mountains, where he knew your house sat, a little above the treeline. It seemed just as deserted as the dock, no lights, no nothing that’d point to the fact that you were awake or that’d you’d been waiting.

After one last desperate and frantic search of the harbour, he lowered his arms. You were nowhere to be found.

When he turned, all his men stared at him expectantly, which was the last straw, making him more furious than he’d thought possible. With an unnecessary violent shove, he barrelled the spyglass into Lassen’s chest with the words, “Not here.”

Bumping into Hayes, on his way inside the cabin, slamming the door shut behind him. His crew remained outside, unsure how to proceed. Gus grimaced. What had he been thinking? Why would someone like you, wait for someone like him? He was no prince, hell he wasn’t even a catch, so to speak. Angrily pacing up and down.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he flung the door open again, growling, “What are you waiting for?! We are leaving!”

Bewildered at his aggressive outburst, Freddy carefully phrased his next sentence, “But…it’s dark. Maybe…”, he didn’t get to finish, as Gus seethed nearly screaming, “We are leaving! Now!” And with another slam, he disappeared back inside the cabin.

 

Gus tried to calm down. Closing his burning eyes, concentrating on his breathing and the footfalls of his men, getting the ship ready to turn around. Heart thumbing unnaturally fast within his ribcage. Forehead leaned against the door, then he heard it.

“Fuck. No WAIT!!”

He straightened, it couldn’t be? He strained to listen again, certain his mind was playing tricks on him. But that sweet voice? He didn’t have to wait long, when a second much louder curse could be heard.

“Arrrg you fucking ASSHOLE!!! WAIT!!! OI don’t you DARE LEAVE!! FUCKING STOP!”

Gus couldn’t help but grin, as he threw the door open.

He was greeted by Lassen’s smirk, “I think there’s something you might wanna see captain.”

Everybody stood by the railing, looking down into the water. He quickly made his way over, as well.

And there you were, seated in a tiny rowing boat all by yourself, angrily screaming up at him, shaking your fist.

“There you are. You SON OF A…”

All the happiness within was suddenly trying to bubble to the surface, seeing you down there. Not only had you waited, you rowed out onto the sea, alone, at night, to get to him faster.

He swiftly interrupted your rant, “Is that a way to greet your captain? Hey there, love. I’ve missed you, too.”

For a second you were too stunned to continue screaming. Then his deep timbre sounded again, “Well what are you waiting for, hoist the boat up, boys!”

This time around they gladly followed their captain’s orders immediately. Throwing ropes down, that you knotted around your small boat, so they could pull you up and swing you on board.

As soon as your feet touched the wooden blanks of his ship, you whirled around to glare at Gus, leaning against the railing. Sure you were beyond happy that he was back, but you were also furious that he had you waiting, for four fucking years. So you stormed over to where he stood, clearly expecting a hug, because his sturdy arms were already reaching for you.

Though instead, you began attacking him with your firsts, repeatedly punching his chest. Getting out all the despair, pain and agony you’ve stored inside you, all these years. And he let you, not moving an inch, even though it hurt. A lot.

You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face, that just added to the cold drizzle still coming down. After a few minutes placing hit after hit, you suddenly felt so exhausted, you simply slumped against him.

Then he put his arms around your shaking body, at last.

Embracing you as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. You buried your face deeper into his chest, arms around his midsection, drawing him even closer.

One of his hands reached for your chin, tipping it upwards, so he could look at your face. His calloused thumb swiped over the soft skin of your cheek, wiping away the stray tears.

You couldn’t look away, you’ve never seen so many emotions swim in his Sapphires. If you weren’t mistaken, they even glistened with unshed tears, when he murmured, “I’ve truly missed you, dearheart.”

“And I you, so much. Just promise to never leave again. I couldn’t take that…”

His loving gaze roamed your face, “Never, I promise.” Then he leaned down, sealing his promise with a kiss. Your lips felt like heaven. Sweet and soft, moving in perfect harmony with his.

Unconsciously you softly hummed, making him smile against your lips. This in turn made you giggle, because his beard had tickled you.

“I love you.”

You replied, slightly biting you lip, “I love you, too.”

 

You two had been so caught up in each other, you had completely forgotten the others, surrounding you, until, “Aaargh, get a room…disgusting display of affection…”

Your head whipped around, looking at the biggest smirk on Lassen’s face as his voice had held no real bite. Gus only laughed in turn.

“Let’s get you inside. You must be freezing. And we still have to dock, don’t we boy’s?”

There was shuffling again, as they prepared the ship to take harbour. You weren’t really paying attention, you only had eyes for the handsome man that still embraced you tightly.

PART 2

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Ch. 24: Happy Thanksgiving

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

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Thanksgiving dinner unfolded seamlessly, and every one of Jake's family members buzzed with excitement over your news.

You were assisting Cindy in the kitchen when your cellphone rang. Grabbing it, you saw Jake's face and name on the caller ID.

"It's him, everybody!" you announced excitedly, unable to hide your smile.

As Cindy prepared the kitchen table with the birth announcement decorations, you answered the phone.

"Hey, babe!" you greeted warmly, your voice tinged with both nerves and excitement.

He grinned back, his green eyes twinkling through the screen. "Hey, darlin'! You're mighty cheerful today."

You beamed in response. "I'm always cheerful when you call."

"That is true."

"Let me flip the camera around so you can talk with everyone," you said, pressing the button on your phone to switch to the rear camera. You began walking around, allowing Jake to greet his family members one by one as their faces lit up at seeing him.

As the phone passed from one family member to another, the anticipation built up. Each greeting was filled with warmth and small hints of the upcoming announcement, yet no one spilled the beans. Finally, after everyone had their moment to chat with Jake, you took the phone back, positioning it so that both you and Cindy were in frame.

"Jake, before you say anything else, we have something special to tell you," Cindy began, her voice full of excitement. The background clearly showed the decorations hinting at the big news.

Jake's expression shifted from joyful to stunned as his gaze settled on the creative display you and Cindy had arranged. The centerpiece was his U.S. Naval Academy hat, which you had retrieved from his closet. Alongside it, you placed a printed picture of your ultrasound. You had also found a small dry erase board on which you wrote, 'Baby boy Seresin flying in April.'

You watched his face, eagerly anticipating his reaction to the carefully planned announcement.

Jake's eyes widened as he took in the scene, his surprise evident even through the small screen. For a moment, he was speechless, his mouth agape as he processed the news.

"You're serious?" Jake finally managed, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and disbelief. "We're having a baby? Y/N, where are you?"

You took the phone back from Matt, who had been holding it, and switched the view so you were looking directly at him. "I'm right here."

"Seriously? We're having a baby?" His voice was filled with growing excitement and a touch of nervousness, as the reality of the moment began to sink in.

You glanced at Cindy, who gave you an encouraging nod, and walked into Jake's bedroom where you had been staying. You closed the door behind you, settling onto the edge of the bed, you faced the camera squarely. "Yes, Jake. We're having a baby."

Recognizing the familiar surroundings, his tone mixed happiness with concern. "Baby, I'm so happy, but…how far along are you?"

"Just hit four months this week," you replied softly.

"And you're just telling me now?"

You sighed, gathering the courage to express your feelings. "Because I didn't know how you'd react, Jake."

Jake's features softened further as he absorbed your words. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture you knew all too well as his way of processing complex emotions. "I get it," he said slowly, nodding his head. "Are you still working?"

"Yes," you responded, eager to reassure him. "I have interns for both the grant and work. I don't step in unless absolutely necessary." You watched for his reaction, hoping he would understand your commitment to both your work and your health during the pregnancy.

Jake ran his hands through his hair again, his face a mixture of seriousness and hesitation. "Since we're still all about this honesty thing, I did it on purpose."

Confused by his vague admission, you furrowed your brow. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice filled with uncertainty and concern, seeking clarity on what he was trying to tell you.

Jake's words hung heavily between you. "Those four years killed me after we lost the first baby. You are my life, Y/N. I wanted another child with you. That first night when we used protection, I felt like you didn't want me anymore."

Taken aback by his confession, you responded, the surprise evident in your tone. "Jake, that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. I used protection because I care about us, about making sure we're both ready and that it's safe. It wasn't about not wanting you—it was about caring for our future together." Your words were firm, hoping to bridge the gap his misunderstanding had created.

Jake's eyes searched yours, the realization dawning slowly as he absorbed your words. "I… I got it so wrong, didn't I?" he murmured, his voice a mix of regret and sadness. "I let my fear and my own insecurities cloud my judgment. I thought if we didn’t try immediately, you might never want to try again."

"Oh, Jake," you sighed, your voice soft but filled with a mixture of love and frustration. "You have always been my world. Why did you never see it?"

Jake's expression shifted, reflecting vulnerability. "Because you were the first person that I love so much it scared me," he admitted, his voice catching slightly. His confession revealed the depth of his feelings and the fears that accompanied them, providing a glimpse into the complexities of his emotions towards you and your relationship.

"Open the door, Y/N," he said.

"Jake, I can't do that," you responded, the confusion deepening. "I'm not there with you."

"Just try opening my bedroom door," he insisted.

You slid off his bed and made your way to the bedroom door. Reaching out, you gently opened it. Just then, Jake came into view, dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a bomber jacket. He put down his phone, his green eyes locking onto yours.

"Jake!" you cried out, your phone slipping from your grasp as you threw your arms around him. At the same time, his arms encircled you, holding you close.

His embrace was tight and reassuring, as if he was trying to make up for all the time lost and the distance that had once been between you. Overwhelmed by the suddenness and the reality of his presence, tears began to well up in your eyes.

"How? When?" you managed to ask between sobs, pulling back just enough to look at him, searching his face for answers.

"The mission got done earlier than expected and I took the first flight. I let mom and dad know. I wanted to surprise you," Jake explained, his voice warm, his smile gentle.

Your heart raced with a mixture of joy and astonishment. "You're really here," you whispered, almost to reassure yourself as much as to express your disbelief.

"Yes, I'm really here," he reassured, his thumb wiping away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. "And I'm not going anywhere, at least not for a little bit."

"Are you excited about the baby?"

"Darlin', I'm excited about everything that involves you." With those words, Jake leaned in and kissed you deeply.

The kiss was a clear testament to his commitment and love, a reassurance that despite the challenges and surprises that had come your way, your bond remained strong. As you parted from the kiss, you felt a surge of hope and excitement about what lay ahead.

"I have so many plans, so many dreams for us and our baby," Jake said, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I want to be there for every moment, every milestone."

You smiled, feeling the warmth of his words wrap around you like a comforting blanket. "I'm glad you're here now. That's what matters most."

"I love you, Y/N. Always have, always will," he declared.

"I love you too, Jake Seresin."

You both leaned in for another kiss.

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You catch on to your lover's plans to use a legendary to enact his ideals. You decide to act on your own to stop them by catching the legendary before them.

cw: angst, some fluff in certain pieces,

pairings: Lysandre/Reader, Cyrus/Reader, Maxie/Reader, Archie/Reader, Volo/Reader

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ You would not say you were ignorant of Lysandre's more intense ideals, more so you just assumed they were his inner thoughts that he let leak out more so than probably he should. At first, anyway. It was not long until he spoke to you so confidently in your shared time alone about his plans to better this world and promising you that your future was secured as his lover. It was then, and only then, you made the horrifying realisation he was dead serious about his intentions. Especially when saw a new organization “flare” up. With what he intended to do, you felt lucky that you already basically knew everything you needed to in order to stop him.

☕️ That did not mean you were nervous breaking into a Team Flare laboratory and taking a certain pokemon that could bring about your death after it fully awoke to its power. A special pokeball was clutched dearly to your chest as you rushed away from everything in Geosenge. Without Yveltal, the ultimate weapon was useless. This effectively halted any of Team Flare's plans. However, you were certain that this would only drive Lysandre to search for it frantically rather than reconsider his actions.

☕️ Which is why you felt nervous as you watched him ruminate over a cup of coffee and a tablet in his café. He had ordered it closed for today to allow himself some quiet time, but you were well aware of what lay beyond a certain shelf in back of the room. Sitting beside him, you wondered how long you had until he realised it was you who had disrupted his plans. He put down the tablet and let out a sigh. The mood shift from after you took Yevltal had been apparent within him. With another drink of his coffee, he brought his arms around you. Your body was pressed into his side, where the aroma of both his cologne and his beloved drink wafted from him hypnotizingly.

☕️ “… Has something happened, Lys?” you asked him softly. He hummed before explaining the situation that you already knew all too well. His obvious disdain for the thief who dared try to deny his perfect world its timely creation. You tried not to shift too much, aware of the pokeball was tucked away into your bag just at your side. “That is… unfortunate…” you leaned into his chest, trying to hide whatever expression may cross your face. His hand came to gently massage your scalp. Then, he brought your gaze to meet his own.

☕️ “I know you have it, my dear,” he said with a harsh look, “I do not know why you took it, but I am certain it was you.” You froze. Pulling away from him, you look at him with widened eyes. How did he know? You thought you were careful to avoid being noticed by members or caught on security camera. He shook his head. It was obvious he had no interest in explaining his deductive manner. “Return the legendary pokemon to me at once, this charade has gone on long enough.” You shook your head as you quickly grabbed your bag to get away from him.

☕️ “I can't let you do this, Lysandre,” you protected the bag by placing it behind you, trying not to flinch when the giant man stood up to glare you down at you. It seemed that he thought this was simply you trying to garner his attention since he had been busy with his plans, rather than you seriously opposing him and his ideals. You soon found yourself rushing through crowds of people in Lumiose until you ended up on Route 16 through some panicked turns to escape. It was isolated and alone, with sand blowing heavily in the area and obscuring far sights. You could, however, see Lysandre approaching after you, unaffected by your run through the city.

☕️ He sent out his Pyroar with little hesitation, gaze trained on you. His annoyance was evident. “… Must you act this childish? I understand you find my plan reprehensible, but there is no need to go to such lengths for a simple disagreement,” his voice was strong even in the harsh environment. You could tell there was no getting away from this without a battle. Sending out the legendary itself, you could view the momentary shock on Lysandre's face. Maybe he had truly hoped it was not you that had taken Yevltal and that something had been lost along the way. “It seems we must be this way, then,” he sighed and ordered his Pyroar to attack.

☕️ Yevltal was the unsurprising victor in your battle against Lysandre. The pokemon's power was something completely undeniable, as it even tore through the man's Mega-Evolved Gyarados with relative ease. His distaste towards this outcome was shown as he marched towards you, ignoring the threatening visage of the Oblivion pokemon overhead. “Is this not enough to appease you? Why are you being so foolish? I only wish to preserve the beauty of this world!” Lysandre snapped at you, face twisting into something unrecognisable to the collected man you were used to.

☕️ You stood stiffly, daring to carefully opposing him, despite being slightly afraid by his obviously worrying mental state. “Lysandre, I'll give you Yveltal on one condition,” you spoke carefully, and his face changed to something inquisitive, “You allow me to die with everyone else.” Instantly it dropped again into madness. He grasped your shoulders tightly in his hands. Would he accept the trade? You felt almost certain he would choose his plans over you, sadly. His head hung down low while his grip became almost unbearable in its strength.

☕️ You had, at least, delayed the inevitable with him, amazingly. He refused your offer, instead calling you a fool once more and saying he needed to be alone for a while. You rushed to explain the situation to Sycamore not long after, who was mortified by the whole ordeal. It was going to be a difficult path to convince him of this world's worth, but you felt hopeful that you and the professor could do it. At least, you both had to do it.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ You wished to plead ignorance to whatever Cyrus was doing. You truly did. The idea that your stoic lover was running around Sinnoh in search of power to grant him the ability to make a new world was something that had been hard to grapple with. You knew of his issues, of course. You were not blind to them, yet you had not expected him to take it this far. Which is why you… intervened, so to speak. When learning he planned to use the legendary pokemon Palkia to enact his plans from a quick look at his laptop, you simply worked to move faster than he and Team Galactic in obtaining it.

☄️ Not that it was an easy task. It was extremely difficult and something you only managed by consulting a certain blonde with your intent to stop Cyrus. She seemingly understood your intention to be good. It felt bad going behind his back in order to end what was essentially his dream in a way, but you needed to stop him before he did something that would get him seriously hurt or possibly allow him to follow through on his desires. There was no way his belief that spirit was the root of issues would fix what was wrong with the world, not mention him personally.

☄️ It had not been too long since you captured the Spatial pokemon that trained steps walked up the platform onto Spear Pillar. You sat on the ground, watching the sky as it faded back to its natural state from whatever forcing Palkia into the realm had shifted it to. The newly captured legendary was now in a pokeball that sat on your lap. There was always the concern about Dialga, at least according to Cynthia, but you could easily come to counter with Palkia should that situation arise. Cyrus genuinely seemed shocked to see you there, halting in his approach and staring at you with an inquiring manner.

☄️ “How long until your admins get here?” you asked him with a somewhat playful tone. He likely ran here in a frenzy after seeing what summoning the legendary had done to the sky. It was something that his scientists had ready determined would happen more than likely. Cyrus looked over his shoulder and shrugged. Soon, probably. You stood up and moved to the blue-haired man with a genuine smile. He allowed you to cup his cheek and lean forward to peck a kiss on the other. Turning away from him immediately after, you felt him grasp at your wrist for a brief moment. There seemed to be some silent demand for an explanation, to stop you from doing whatever your next move was.

☄️ When he let go, you stood across from him in the acient ruins. Your hand rested on the pokeball which held the very pokemon he planned to use for his goals. “You probably know what I'm doing here,” you asked. He gave no reply. Cyrus either was not entirely sure, or possibly even hoped it was not what he thought. You sent out the legendary at his lack of reply. The Spatial pokemon soon stood tall among even the wreckage of the temple that used to stand at the peak of Mt. Coronet. Its cry piercing the air as it gazed around in confusion, still unsure at everything that had just happened.

☄️ Cyrus's eyes closed for a moment after seeing it, head lowering in deep thought. Then, he looked directly at you. “I see,” he said simply, “This speeds things along. Beloved, give me Palkia.” You froze. Did he think you captured the legendary for him? When you shook your head and demanded he stop his plans, a strange snicker came from him. “Are you intending to oppose me?” he questioned. You realised you were, as did he. The mood suddenly shifted to something extremely intense. A sigh came from him.

☄️ He reached for a pokeball on his waist and quickly tossed out his Houndoom. His arms linked behind his back as he harshly glared at you. “That is most unfortunate,” he spoke with slight displeasure, “Let's finish this quickly.” Cyrus was not a pushover, that much was for certain. You truly had not expected your opposition to be the factor that changed his mind. It has been something you would. Surely, his own feelings towards you must have been affecting him somehow. No matter what, you had to stop him, for everyone in this world and for whatever selfish reasons you held dear.

☄️ Somehow, with the help of Palkia you managed to overcome Cyrus's team. It was painful standing against the very pokemon you often doted on at home, but it had to be done to prevent his plans from being followed through. The man himself stood stiffly as he called back his fainted Weavile, his last pokemon. His gaze was fixated on the pokeball for a moment. Closing his eyes, he spoke again. “Palkia's prowess is certainly as expected,” he stared directly into you after he opened them again, “I knew you would fail to understand my ideals. That is why I did not tell you. This world is incomplete. It is in your best interest to hand Palkia over to me and allow me to create an ideal one.”

☄️ You shook your head and called back the legendary, holding the pokeball against your chest. The sounds of heavy footsteps echoed in the distance. Either his admins or Cynthia with that international police agent were on their way up, likely both. “Cy,” you stepped closer to him, “Pain is just a part of life. Strife, too. You can't run away from that; you can't just erase it.” He turned away from you. It made you a bit nervous, but you embraced him from behind. “I know… You probably hate me now, but I'll always be here for you,” you promised with a tight squeeze.

☄️ Cyrus dismissed his admins after they arrived not long after and sighed when Cynthia appeared following them. She assured you he would be safe as she led him away. You could only wonder where everything would go from here. He had not said a word to you since you refused his demands. It was likely he would go to jail for what he had done, but you hoped Cynthia would prevent that. Until then, you clutched the pokeball tightly. Whenever you saw Cyrus again, you felt renewed passion to help him in a healthy way. You hoped to show him that emotions were something required in this life.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 It was a hard decision to make. Especially with how strange your sudden disappearance would be to Team Magma as you did what you had done. You wanted to support your partner with your whole heart, but you found yourself reading expected data ranges with more and more worries. Then, a certain pirate made contact about his concerns about what would ultimately come from summoning continent pokemon and gave you the Blue Orb with the trust you would find it of more use. It was even harder to actually make it to the Seafloor Cavern in order to capture Groudon without all the support Maxie had.

🪨 There was a certain wrongness you felt when awakening the pokemon with the borrowed Red Orb (of which you were certain had Team Magma in a frenzy in its absence). You quickly had to beat it with your pokemon and capture it before it could do the worst of what its abilities promised. Everything you had done felt even worse when you returned to the surface and placed the Red Orb back where you had taken it from. The following furor over its return only led to more confusion.

🪨 It was why you caught Maxie alone in your shared quarters. His attention was hyper focused on his computer while his fingers slid across the keys in a near hypnotic manner. Everyone once in a while, he would stop and readjust his glasses before continuing. With the Red Orb returned, the preparations to obtain the submarine and awaken Groudon were soon to be followed through. You can only imagine the turmoil that would follow at the missing legendary when they got there. The ball felt as heavy as Groudon's true mass was in your bag.

🪨 Finally building up the confidence to speak, you called out his name from the other side of his desk. His typing paused as he looked up at you with a cocked brow. You knew he hated being disturbed, but he was aware you would not do it without good reason. “How long until preparations are complete?” you asked carefully. He easily gave you the time frame of the coming days. You nodded. Closing your eyes, you let out a breath. “Can we… go out for a moment? I know you're busy, but I just need to be alone with you. Let's go to some place like… Mt. Chimney, please,” you begged. This seemed to catch him off-guard, but he ultimately relented.

🪨 The volcano never changed as you stood among the warm, arid rock. Maxie had agreed to visit the area with you as a quick break to refresh his mind. Standing stiffly, you motioned him closer to you. No one else was around the area. Picking up the heavy pokeball, you sent out the pokemon inside. Its cry reverberated through the mountain as its body instantly drew out more heat in the already hot environment. Maxie's careful demeanour broke at the appearance of Groudon. His glasses nearly fell off his face while his mouth hung open.

🪨 He quickly turned to you with a stern look, now fully aware it was you who had caused the mess with the Red Orb vanishing. “I am… between disappointment and gratitude. For one, you have made my job much easier, but you have also betrayed my trust in taking the orb,” Despite his words, Maxie took a step toward you and cupped your cheek lovingly, “It seems the Great Maxie was bested by his spouse this time.” You felt your heart race in your chest at the misunderstanding. Did he think this was some grandiose gesture of love? He caught on to your distressed expression immediately.

🪨 “You've misunderstood, Maxie,” you came to stand by Groudon, who leaned down to let you pet it, “I… I didn't capture Groudon to help your plans. I captured Groudon to stop them.” He looked utterly unamused by your words and shook his head. He was stuck somewhere between denial and annoyance. “Look, even Tabitha is rethinking all this! He made documents theorising about how Groudon's Primal form may result in termination of all water due to extreme heat,” you tried to appeal to his reasonable side. He only took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

🪨 “I ignore you both for one moment and my number two lets my partner run off with the Red Orb to get the very pokemon I need to see my plans through,” He put back on his glasses and stepped further away from you, reaching for a pokeball. Soon his Camerupt stood between you both. His gaze harsh trained onto you. “I suppose I'll just have to remind you of how certain I am,” he hissed and ordered an attack from the Eruption pokemon. You quickly yelled out a counter from Groudon. Maxie only grew more annoyed at how easily you seemed to command the legendary.

🪨 It was a difficult battle. Maxie's will was certainly apparent, but his team was simply not a match for the pokemon who had made the land. He fell on his hands and knees afterward, breathing heavily from the distress the situation brought. It was obvious that he had never once anticipated something like this happening. Closing his eyes, he spoke again. “My dear, p-please,” his voice lacked his usual confidence, “Allow me to have Groudon. You of all people should know my intentions well! I would never do anything that would harm humanity.” You shook your head, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

🪨 Instead, you leaned down to help him up from position. Softly, you embraced him, well aware of how he got when stressed out. “I know… I know… That's why I can't let you use Groudon,” you moved to look him in the eyes, “You wouldn't forgive yourself for making such a deadly error. Please, Maxie, trust me. Tabitha will back me up. Especially since he can properly measure Groudon's power now.” Maxie made an annoyed sound at that. He moved away from your embrace and rubbed his temples. It was obvious he needed more convincing, but for now, he had let it go.

🪨 Thankfully, Tabitha did come to support you upon getting actual readings from Groudon, and Maxie quickly relented that his plans would not have ended well had they truly happened. The obvious embarrassment on his face both made you empathetic and a little happy. He began to rethink his plans after that epiphany, but he now at least felt confident that you call out his bad ideas now. Especially with how you somehow managed to capture a super-ancient pokemon all on your own. (Maxie lives in eternal jealousy that you are Groudon's favourite.)

🌧Archie🌊

💧 You could pretend to be unaware of what Archie's plans, but that would mean ignoring how eagerly and confidently he expressed them. It would not surprise you if most of Hoenn knew that he wanted to return the earth to its pure beginnings and make a paradise for pokemon. Which was great and all, until a certain redhead decided to make sure it was understood what his ultimate goal of awakening Kyogre could lead to the entire earth being flooded to you specifically. You decided to act faster than Archie then when Maxie entrusted you with the Red Orb.

💧 It felt bad, taking what your boyfriend worked so hard for with the help of everyone in his team, but you simply could not allow what he wanted to do come to fruition. It had not been easy, especially with the beast slumbering deep in the ocean within a cavern. You felt bad, doubting in his ability to control Kyogre, but it just seemed as if could not possibly end well when you considered what you had been shown.

💧 The issue remained that there was no way for him to have known what you did as he continued to work his way to getting everything he needed to awaken the already awoken legendary. If you did not act soon, he would soon be utterly confused by what happened to Kyogre. Which is why you caught him in an isolated moment in Lilycove. He was standing out on the beach, just admiring the sight of the waves with a big grin. The pokeball felt like a weight on your belt as you came to stand at his side wordlessly. His arm went around your shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. The smell of the sea was somehow stronger on him than by the ocean.

💧 “Everything's nearly done, right?” you asked him. He gave a hearty laugh and a 'yeah' in response. The submarine was all that was still needed in his plans. The setting sun reflected a brilliant orange across the horizon of the water. You closed your eyes. How did you tell him about your new team member? No, that you were now standing firmly in the way of his plans and had captured the very beast he wanted for himself. “… Can I show you something?” He let you go and turned to you with that same big grin. A quick simple nod and loud, 'yeah' was his reply.

💧 You took a few steps away from him and faced the ocean with a deep breath. Better now than after he gets to the bottom of the ocean and faces immense confusion and disappointment. You send out the Sea Basin pokemon. Its powerful cry echoes out as the ocean shifts to accommodate it immediately. Kyogre settled into the water as you turned to an awestruck Archie. It was obvious he had interpreted this differently than you had wanted by his still present grin.

💧 He rushed over and squeezed you into a warm hug, pressing kisses wherever he could on exposed skin. You were lifted into the air and spun, even. It all felt horrible when you knew you had to tell him why you had the legendary, as he clearly thought you caught it for him. He finally put you back on the ground and turned to the pokemon. “You really went out an' got Kyogre for me?” his voice was filled with excitement, “You're amazing, Luvdisc!” You nervously shifted.

💧 “… Actually,” you came to block him from Kyogre as he pulled out his phone to contact Shelly and Matt, “I didn't catch it for you.” He stopped his actions to shoot you a confused look. The gears were turning in his head quite clearly. “I caught it to stop you. I'm not letting you use Kyogre, Archie. Your plans will leave this planet flooded and uninhabitable!” His expression instantly dropped. His brows furrowed together. It hit him all at once.

💧 “Come on,” he looked at you with a genuine expression, “I don't know who told ya all that, but you trust me, right? I wouldn't do anything like that.” When you still shook your head in reponse, he sighed. It was obvious he really did not want to fight you, but you refused to negotiate with him. His Sharpedo was sent out from his pokeball as his grin turned into something much more predatory. “Fine,” he nodded, “I'll show you my resolve an' win you over again.” You could only dish out attack instructions to Kyogre as his Sharpedo came to attack it. It was an intense battle that soon followed.

💧 But… Unsurprisingly, to both him and you, Kyogre came out on top. It struck him down a peg as his normally confident body language dropped. Between being bested by the very pokemon he wished to use for his dreams and you seemingly betraying him, he clearly felt out of works. “Please,” he genuinely begged, “C'mon, Luvdisc, you gotta trust me!” His hands enveloped yours. When you still refuse him, he looked even more distraught.

💧 You moved to embrace him instead, burying your face into his nape. It was really working against your better judgement, seeing him like this. If you did not get him to agree soon, you might just give him Kyogre to stop his hurt expression. “… We'll just cause more pain for pokemon using Kyogre...” you told him softly, “Please, Archie. Let's find another way to help the oceans and pokemon.” His arms came around you tightly. It was difficult for him to consider your words, especially when he felt his plans were the best possible thing for what he envisioned. He sighed. A new issue arose in his mind when you looked up at him. He could not say no to you.

💧 In the end, Archie did actually give up on his plans to use Kyogre. Especially after Shelly looked into predicted data for Kyogre's power output when in its Primal state came out when getting to examine the pokemon. He would admit defeat where it mattered and was more or less happy a catastrophe was prevented in the end. Though, he was obviously a bit upset about the path you took to stop him. He got over it, though, when he considered how amazing it was that you caught Kyogre all on your own, and you let him swim with the legendary.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Somehow…. Somehow you managed to outsmart the cunning merchant. He might have had the last plate, but you had captured all pokemon in the region as you were instructed. “Borrowing” a Giratina from a point in different time through a space-time dimensional rift, to get the one pokemon that seemed simply impossible to find otherwise. You had figured out what the ominous message on your changed smartphone meant, after all. Volo was completely off-base in what Arceus apparently wanted in order to be summoned.

⭐️ It was certainly cruel, especially as you had established… something of a relationship with Volo. You wanted to claim it love, but it was hard to establish something close when both of you were lying to one another. He wished to use you to achieve his goals of usurping Arceus, and you pretended you did not know. Either way, whether you despised or loved him, there was simply no manner in which you could allow him access to the legendary. Even if you knew it would absolutely tear into his seemingly fragile demeanour when it came to all things related to the deity.

⭐️ This is how you ended up meeting the baffled blond at the Temple of Sinnoh. You stood gazing over the side of the ruined structure to see the natural beauty of untouched Hisui as Volo approached you from behind. Your hand came to rest upon the pokeball which contained your awful secret as you turned around to face him. The uncertain expression on his face confirmed that he was, at least, not entirely sure what was going on. You smiled at him, and he gave a similar gesture back to you.

⭐️ “… You planned to invite me here, no? Since we have seventeen plates,” you spoke to him carefully. He nodded, still unsure as to where this was going. Closing your eyes, you could only hope his reaction was not too violent. When it came to Arceus, he seemed too desperate and turbulent. It was entirely different from the careful and calculating man you had come to know otherwise. “I have something to show you,” you walked closer to him and grasped his hand gently, feeling the warmth of his skin sink into your own, “Is that alright?” He gave a simple 'yes' in reply while still attempted to decipher just what was going on. You gripped the hand tightly, afraid this would be the last time you would ever feel his touch. Volo returned the action.

⭐️ You let his hand go and took a few steps back. Reaching again for the pokeball, you released the pokemon waiting inside. The instant the light forming its shape from the pokeball faded, you could see the immediate recognition take hold of Volo's mind. His eyes, previously something friendly, shifted to a darker, demented gaze. The lax, playfulness of his body language becoming stiff and unreadable. Arceus stood toweringly over both of you, letting out its unmistakable cry. Volo's fist clenched.

⭐️ “How?” was the first word from his mouth. It was soon to be followed by more as his face shifted to something filled with rage and anguish. “How did you know? How did you even obtain such a deity's favour?” He clearly was between charging you for the device which held everything he wanted and throwing a fit akin to a tantrum to let out his all-consuming emotions. “I hold the blood of the ancient people of Sinnoh yet Arceus dares choose someone like you?!” His pupils were shrunken into near invisibility. You had been well aware he was not going to take this in good standing, but you genuinely began to worry for your safety.

⭐️ You could only watch in amazement as he stood tall, a laugh of madness escaping him. From behind him, reality itself tore apart and Giratina left its dimension to stand at the blond's side. The frigid wind zipped around you both. “Giratina… strike them down!” You instantly moved into battle mode, calling out orders to the deity at your side. An intense battle soon began, Giratina raging against its creator alongside its collaborator raging at his betrayal of his god and his lover.

⭐️ Yet… In the end, victory laid at your feet. Volo let out a scream as the scared Renegade pokemon fled the scene, leaving him alone to stand opposed to you and the Alpha pokemon. You prepared for another battle, well aware he had more pokemon in his arsenal, but unexpectedly stood down. His shoulders slumped. “… How?” he asked again, as meekly as someone like him could, “Why would Arceus choose you?”

⭐️ You approached him carefully, coming to hold on to his hand once again. It was clammy now. The stress and confusion apparent in so many ways. “… I was sent here to oppose you, though you already knew that,” you explained and held out the Arc Phone to allow him to see it, “I was given orders to 'meet all pokemon' by this, which means it was an order from Arceus in actuality…” He seethed a bit at your words. “After doing that… I simply went here and played my flute, which had changed its shape.” His body shook, but he ultimately suppressed whatever he was feeling. His hand tightened around your own to a near painful degree. His eyes were filled with both scorn and amazement as they met your own.

⭐️ It was only natural that he needed a long time alone after that. Something about being out-played and 'betrayed' usually led to complicated feelings. He left the last plate to you and disappeared from the region entirely, so it seemed. You knew that was untrue, of course. Volo was far too obsessed with his heritage and the history of this land to ever truly leave. You would simply have to wait this out and let him return on his own terms. Whenever he did, you would be happy to continue where you had left off with him.

[twignotstick]

🎄🎁🕯️It's true wherever you find love, it feels like Christmas 🕯️🎁🎄

@languajix @cadoodledoodleydoo @belleyells @justalittleobsessed

(Sentimental rambling + close-ups under the cut!)

What a year it has been.

This year brought a lot of change for me. I discovered a whole new space that I could be creative in, fell deeper into an interest that makes me happy, but most importantly- I made friends who have changed my outlook on life.

To be honest, I am so happy to still be here. This time last year was one of the lowest points of my life for many reasons, and seeing how different my life is now compared to then makes everything worth it. It never would have happened if it weren't for the people around me. I started getting mental help, I began accepting who I am without trying to erase the bad, and I grew relationships that gave me a whole new perspective on what it means to have friends. Specifically, you four!

I could blab for ages about how grateful I am for you guys, but it would never be enough. I made a last second decision to join the @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion, and I never could have guessed it would result in me meeting some of my best friends. 

Obsess, I'll admit that I've spoken to you the least, but your words of encouragement and genuine joy have always brought a smile to my face. I'm excited to get to know you more.

Jix, you were the one who opened your arms and welcomed me in, even recommending my work to your other friends, and I can't imagine where I would be now if we hadn't been in the same cabin. Being able to relate to you when it comes to gender identity has also been massive for me, and I can't thank you enough for feeling safe enough to speak about it with me.

Belle, seeing that you are reading something of mine always fills me with such glee. You are such fun, and I feel happier even just knowing that you're there. I can't wait to make more fun stories for you to read, and see what else you make.

Cadoo, I have to give a special thank you to you. Before I found this little group, I was always terrified that the creative ideas I had were too out there. I was scared that no one would like the stories I had to tell. Just being able to talk to you and bounce ideas off you has helped me not only feel safer in my ideas, but also helped develop some of the best parts of those ideas. The things we've made together and the things you've helped me develop for my own creations are some of my favorite things that I've ever made, and I can't wait to make more magic with you.

That's all. I really can't say enough just how much all of you mean to me. So here's to another year of awkward teenagers, old rodents, cliffhangers, and found families. I love you guys. ❤️🩵🧡💜💚

[arthurflecksgirl]

Arthur Christmas imagines Advent calender Door 2

Baking cookies with Arthur

"Hmmm... What's that wonderful smell?" Arthur stumbled into the kitchen to find you covered in flour. He rubbed his eyes, still drowsy from getting the best sleep since a long time.

"No, don't come in" you walked towards him to playfully push him back into the living room.

Arthur chuckled , trying to get a glimpse over your shoulder "What are you doing in there? Are you on a secret mission or something"

"Actually, I am. I'm on a mission to make my husband happy"

Arthur pushed your hands out of the way and managed to place a kiss on your cheek "I think you already succeeded".

"I'm serious Arthur, this is supposed to be a surprise!"

"Well, you don't look very serious" he replied with a hint of sassyness.

"Christmas is the time of surprises, Artie. And waiting for the surprises to be ready"

"I don't wanna wait"

All of the sudden Arthur seemed wide awake. Watching him standing there, impatient like a little boy pulled on your heart strings. His facial expression had so much sweet innocence to it,you thought your heart could burst with love.

"Alright you can take a look".

Arthur stormed into the kitchen as you stepped beside.

"I knew it! Your white hands seemed a little suspicious" he laughed "So you are baking without me! I'm not sure if I'm so happy about that. I wanna join!"

"The plan was so surprise you once you are up. You slept so peacefully, I thought you would sleep through half of the day".

Arthur checked out all the different cookie forms "Yeah I had a pretty good sleep tonight. I think I was dreaming about us living by the sea again"

"Really?"

"Yeah"

"The beach house in California?"

Arthur nodded before he leaned in for another kiss "Okay so. I wanna bake something too!"

"The oven is filled with cookies already. But.... There is one special personalized cookie which is bigger than all the others. What about if you're surprising me too? You can form one yourself and put it into the oven. There should be space left for one more! But don't take a look what's already in there!"

"What if I do?"

"Then you gotta watch this movie with me tonight you hate so much"

"Oh god. I think I will do whatever you say then" Arthur laughs as he starts knitting the dough. "What are you waiting for? Go, go, go!"

Arthur turns on the radio as he secretly shapes his special cookie for you,humming along to Bing Crosbys Christmas oldies.

A few minutes later he puts the finished dough into the oven without taking a look at yours.

"All done"

"Alright, now we gotta wait for a bit. Come here" .

You widely opened your arms for him to join you on the couch, cuddling away the morning, talking about Arthurs repeating dream about California until the cookies were ready.

Back in the kitchen you opened the oven to take them out. Arthur standing there in sweet anticipation.

"Oh my good, great minds think alike!" You couldn't stop laughing when you realized that both of your surprise cookies were almost exactly the same.

Arthur came closer to take a look "Oh wow! You formed a clown too!"

"Yes I did!"

"I guess we were reading each other's minds"

Arthur smiles as he places both clowns on a seperate plate as the other cookies.

His arms folded around you the moment you were both back on the couch. With Arthurs arms around you the world seemed to be a better place.

Your gently touched his soft curls "You've got flour in your hair, Darling."

Arthur laughed "You've got flour all over you!"

"Now we gotta wait until they're not so hot anymore"

Arthur observed his creation with a disappointed look on his face "I think mine looks a little bit out of shape. He's a little weird kid I guess".

You pulled a tiney sugar heart out of your pocket, mimicking Arthur's magic tricks and placed the heart on the cookie clowns left chest.

"That's okay. Because his heart is in the right place"

You leaned in for a gentle kiss and felt him smiling, knowing that Arthur's own heart was beating happily under the touch of your lips.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Discuss your OCs. Now 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Ok so here is Thomas. Or well was. Here lies Thomas. Because while I wasn't looking he transed his gender. Or well. Gendher. This is the second OC this has happened to! Although, to be fair, Albion transed his gender retroactively - as in he was always male, he just swapped his AGAB. So, Tommy (?) here uh. Well. I haven't really written anything (good) about her. (I wrote two fluff romance pieces about her and Santi, her love interest, an OC whom I actually have written about!) I am in fact sitting on a half-finished familial trauma (my beloved) piece for Tommy. I keep getting stuck on a single word and closing the piece for another month.

So, what's up with Tommy? She's a very tall, for one. Has shaggy, dark grey hair, and is about 200 years old? 225 if I recall correctly? I might be getting that wrong. Her most prominent feature are her unnaturally bright - glowing, emerald green eyes. This is due to a part of one of my Magic Systems! She has a so-called Remnant Signature, which doesn't affect her Magic but affects her body. The special girl that she is, however, she also has another Signature. This one, however, is a regular Signature, and thusly affects her Magic. However, it borders on a Blank Signature with how large it's Stature is, meaning using Magic causes significant Maogic Recoil (better name pending). This is not at all helped with how she was forced into training Magic since young! This huge amount of Magic Recoil has given her the Magic-induced equivalent of very bad asthma (and other respiratory issues). Because I can't write a non-disabled character! I am also thinking about her having trouble seeing due to her own eyes projecting light... I think I love torturing my characters a bit too much. Oh also she's fucking BUILT.

Anyway, due to her respiratory issues, she has to use Magic Drugs. Which she deals, by the way. She controls a good ⅓ of the Magic Drug market. She, in particular, uses the inhaler form of a strong mix of Pollen Breaths, a kind of healing Drug(s) called Floral(s), which is/are made from the processed Flesh and Blood of Hexstarveds. In addition, it provides immediate respite from the effects of mind-affecting/altering Magic, which can be quite handy when striking deals with other Magi (plural of Magus, the colloquial name for a Mageblood Magic Channeller).

But that is neither here nor there. She also carries around a notebook simply for the sake of reading out Fun Facts™️ when none immediately come to mind. She also likes to take up regular professions, for the combined sake of enjoying studying, helping people, and needing a cover story for insane income and occupation. She's currently posing as a doctor, and let me tell you, she absolutely kills it in a labcoat! She also wears a lower-face gas mask (which is also her Tether (a tool for safer Magic channelling)) sometimes, though it is usually hanging off of her neck. This is because I cannot write a character without giving them an option/reason to cover up their face her second Signature, which I've already mentioned but not named, White Smoke, with the combination of the Discipline and Branch of Magic she uses - Creation Manifesting Magic - allows her to create smoke around herself. Which uh. Not only causes her respiratory issues, also worsens them. Obviously.

She is the daughter to two important Magic families, though I'd perhaps rather leave that to the piece which I want to sink my teeth deeper into that.

In addition, it is interesting to consider that Magebloods do not have extraordinary lifespans unless they have consumed raw Halfblood (A Mix of Mageblood and Hexstarved, often also referred to as an Unsated Mageblood) Flesh, or being hopelessly addicted and dependant on Iðuns, a special, extremely rare, insanely addictive and body destroying type of several Magic Drugs that slows the aging of or rejuvenates its victims consumers.

This has been yours truly, Felix Adustus, ranting about yet another OC. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did

[mikiemcsmitty]

Fictober Day 5

prompt: "It's a new day, let's go"

Fandom: Supernatural

Character: Castiel, Dean Winchester

Rating: General

Summary:

Cas’s POV: The drive to Maine to find Raphael was long and treacherous for Castiel. He was used to flying wherever he needed to be in an instant, it was Dean who insisted they drive (Season 5 episode 3)

“Dean perhaps we should stop for a few hours so that you can sleep,” Cas suggested after hours of driving across the country in the middle of the night.

Dean sighs. “I’ll be fine.”

“Your lack of sleep impairs your driving. You keep swerving in and out of the lane.”

“You know if you wanna zap your feathery ass to Maine without me you can. You didn’t have to ride with me, I can just meet you there.”

“If I go early Raphael may sense my presence while I wait for you.”

Dean nodded and kept driving. After another few minutes, he drifted lanes again causing Cas to have to grab the steering wheel to keep them out of sudden danger.

“Dean I am begging you to get the necessary hours of sleep required to operate a moving vehicle.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, but I refuse to pay for a motel room. I'll pull over and sleep in the car if you insist.”

“I could dri–”

“Absolutely not,” Dean interrupts as he pulls to the shoulder of the road. 

Time stretched on as Dean slept. Minutes felt like hours, and all Castiel could do was watch him. The way time passed in a human vessel was something he was still adjusting to, especially when Dean insisted on traveling by car, refusing to let them teleport. It meant Cas was forced to experience each drawn-out minute in its full, deliberate passage.

For the hours Dean slept, Cas could do nothing but think—about his place in this war and his role in the universe. He thought about those who had betrayed him, and those he had betrayed in turn. About being abandoned by his God, his creator… his father. But above all, his thoughts lingered on the human he had grown close to, the one now sleeping in the front seat while he sat quietly in the back.

Dean was simply human. Not an angel, not a divine being, just one of God’s many creations. So what exactly made him so special? He was Michael’s vessel, a chosen hero, but he was also just a man… imbued with a strength that few other humans could ever hope to possess.

Often Dean’s actions confused Cas. He fought battles not for glory or recognition not even for the pursuit of justice, but for the people he loved. for reasons that seemed… imperfect, yet profoundly human. He was like a star, bright but destined to burn out. And perhaps it was that impermanence that made him so fiercely alive.

When Dean did finally wake up it was under Cas’s watchful eye. He rubbed his hand over his face and sat up to see Cas sitting in basically the exact same position he was in when Dean went to sleep. It was about 5 am and the sun was just rising. 

“You been there all night?” Dean asked in a tired and raspy voice.

“Where else would I have been?”

“I don't know man. You can fly. It's not like I have you on a leash.”

Cas just tilts his head to the side. 

“Whatever.” Dean sits up and takes his keys out of his jacket pocket. “It's a new day, let's go.” 

Cas gets out and moves to the front passenger seat and the two of them head off towards Maine in their crusade to find Raphael. 

[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 14.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x Reader x Tecchou Suehiro

Contains... fluff! kissing, cuddles, smut. nipple play, threesome, praise, use of "good girl" and "good boy", dirty talk, switch!tecchou, switch!jouno, slight body worshipping, making out, wet & messy, name-calling (cum slut, cock whore), oral (m), handjobs, fingering (m), marathon sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, (slight) aftercare. this is purely fiction, please practice safe (and clean) sex!

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

6,770 words.

Happy Birthday to our darling Tecchou! hope this chapter is enjoyable for you all! huge shout out to my wonderful friend @stinkyme for discussing and sharing ideas for this part! (:

"Princess, we're running out of time. Do you have the candles ready?" Jouno sounded frantic. The perfectionism in him was showing. "Relax, Sai. I have them right here!" Jouno was placing the last strawberry atop the cake you both made for Tecchou's birthday.

It was his favorite. Strawberry shortcake with ketchup on the side. Much to your and Jouno's displeasure. You began plunging a handful of candles into the fluffy cake. Making sure not to overcrowd the beautiful creation. Jouno jolted upright from where he was bent at the waist in front of the birthday cake. That sat atop the kitchen table. "Y/n go, now. I hear that idiot's heavy footsteps approaching. Get things ready in the bedroom. I'll keep him entertained for a little while." Jouno exclaimed. Tugging his apron off hastily before he made his way in front of you. He grasped your jaw lovingly, tilting your face in his direction so he could place a quick kiss atop your lips. You gave him a soft smile as your lips pulled away from his. "Sounds like a plan! Don't have too much fun without me." You giggled out. Scurrying down the hallway as Jouno gestured with your hands for you to shoo. "We'll have plenty of fun... just the three of us between the sheets later. Don't fret about that, darling. Now, go!" Jouno couldn't help but smile at your little laughs. He never got sick of your joyful sounds. No matter how many times he's heard them at this point, it always made his heart swell with adoration. 

As you made your way to the bedroom, the apartment door swung open. Jouno whipped his head in Tecchou's direction as the dark-haired man stepped through the threshold of your shared home. "Welcome home, darling. How was your day?" Jouno resounded. Making his way toward Tecchou, who was now discarding his work equipment at the front door. Kicking off his boots in the process. "It was okay. I'm starving, though. Got anything to eat around here, love?" Jouno emitted a deep sigh before leaning into Tecchou's sturdy frame. He captured the other man's lips gingerly. Pouring all of his love into the kiss. Tecchou's cheeks blossomed with warmth as Jouno grasped his waist firmly. He leaned into the kiss further. Bringing his own hands up to cup Jouno's pale face. They embraced one another for a few moments longer before Jouno pulled back. "You are such a caveman... come, sit. I made your favorite." Jouno smiled up at the other man before he turned on his heel. Making his way toward the kitchen table. Gesturing for Tecchou to take his seat. Tecchou's eyes lit up the moment he saw the strawberry shortcake. Jouno... remembered... his birthday? 

Jouno couldn't help but chuckle at the other man's physical reaction. "What, do you really think I would've forgotten something as special as your birthday? How cold do you think I am, darling?" He was only teasing. Tecchou's accelerated heartbeat was too precious. Jouno could practically sense the wide smile that coated the other man's features. "It's not that, it's just... this is the first birthday where I haven't had to celebrate it alone... in a long time. Speaking of, where's y/n?" Tecchou finally took his seat, admiring Jouno's handiwork intently. His face was mere centimeters away from the cake, and Jouno chuckled once more when he heard Tecchou begin to sniff said cake. Jouno took his seat beside the other man before he spoke up. "I must apologize on behalf of our dear y/n. They mentioned something about a 'family emergency' But they said they'll be back in time for gifts." Tecchou's eyes lit up at the mention of presents. "You guys even got me gifts? How did I get so lucky..." Tecchou shook his head slightly in disbelief. A warm smile adorned his visage as Jouno began lighting the candles. "You're not going to beg me to sing you 'Happy Birthday' are you?" Jouno quipped out. Offering his signature smirk in his boyfriend's direction.

"That would be nice actually-"

"In your dreams, Suehiro."

As Jouno finished lighting up the last of the candles, he placed his hand atop Tecchou's thigh. Causing the dark-haired man to jolt forward slightly. Jouno's smirk grew wider at his boyfriend's physical reaction. "Go on, make a wish, darling." Jouno cooed out in slight mockery. Giving Tecchou's thigh a firm squeeze as the other man audibly gulped. Jouno could hardly contain his amusement. He's come to understand what you saw in Suehiro all along because now, he feels the same love and adoration for this cute idiot, too. Tecchou leaned into the lit candles carefully. Closing his beautiful chestnut eyes before he blew out the candles. He wished for this moment to last forever. To spend many more birthdays with Jouno, and you, like this. "Well, what did you wish for, Hiro?" Jouno asked, pointing his brow ever so slightly. Tecchou raised his head, turning in Jouno's direction at his words. A small smile spread across Tecchou's lips. He brought his hand up to cradle his counterpart's visage. Gently caressing Jouno's soft cheek. Tracing his thumb down a bit further and dragging it along his boyfriend's lips. Causing Jouno to flush slightly. Tecchou pressed his thumb past Jouno's parted lips. He gasped out slightly at Tecchou's sudden lewd gesture. Squeezing the dark-haired man's thigh as a warning. Suehiro let out a low chuckle of his own, gazing at Jouno with lidded eyes before he spoke up.

"It's a secret. Our angel told me that if I say my wish out loud, it won't come true... and I really want this wish to be fulfilled." 

Tecchou sounded stern. Dead set on his conviction. Jouno brought his free hand up to yank the other man's thumb out of his mouth before he stated, "Very well... I won't press the subject further. However, pull that shit on me again, and I won't let you off so easily. You are lucky that you're the birthday boy. Otherwise, this wouldn't even be a discussion. I would have had you crying for mercy by now." Tecchou let out a low whistle at Jouno's threatening words. Bringing his newly freed hand down toward Jouno's own thigh. Causing the light-haired man to gasp out once more. It was his turn to jolt up from the sudden physical affection. "Scary..." Tecchou chuckled, leaning in closer to capture Jouno's lips. He pouted slightly but accepted the kiss nonetheless. It was short but sweet, as Tecchou couldn't help but smile against his boyfriend's lips at how adorable his little pout was. As the two men parted, Tecchou glazed over Jouno's flushed face. It was his turn to smirk. He brought his hand up to the blushy man once more. Pinching his cheek playfully before Jouno blurted out, "Quit it, you're pushing your luck, Suehiro! Let's eat your damned cake already..."

"That was so good, love. You make the best strawberry shortcake, hands down." Tecchou exclaimed. Grabbing both of their dirty dishes and placing them in the sink. Jouno rose from his chair. Making his way behind Suehiro and wrapping his arms around his waist. He pressed a small kiss on the side of his neck before Jouno spoke up. "Leave the dishes for now, darling. I have a little surprise for you in the bedroom." Jouno smirked against Tecchou's neck before he retracted himself. Turning on his heel, swiftly reaching out for Suehiro's hand in the process. Tecchou gladly accepted his boyfriend's gesture. Gently clasping his cold hand within his warm one. Without another word, Jouno descended the hallway with Tecchou in tow. He gave a reassuring squeeze to Suehiro's hand. Jouno could sense his counterpart's slight nerves from the sudden proposition. But Tecchou wasn't aware that he was in for a real treat. Jouno brought his free hand up to the doorknob. Twisting slowly before finally swinging the door open. The second Tecchou got sight of his 'little surprise' his eyes were blown wide. His cock began to stiffen in his slacks from the view alone.

You were sprawled out atop the mattress. Wearing a sheer lingerie slip dress and no panties on underneath. With white thigh highs adorning your legs. You sat up on your knees when both of your boyfriends fully entered the room. You had been waiting for a little while now, and you were almost positive Jouno had forgotten all about you for a moment. "Happy birthday, Hiro!" You exclaimed. Crawling yourself to the edge of the bed so you could pull him in for a loving embrace. As the two men came to stand at the foot of the bed, you leaned into Tecchou. Wrapping your arms around his frame and kissing him deeply. You could taste the remaining sweetness left behind on his tastebuds from his shortcake as your tongue swirled around his. Tecchou groaned into the kiss, leaning further into you as his slender fingers came to wrap around your waist. He squeezed your hips for a brief moment. Causing you to let out a mewl against his lips. Jouno cleared his throat, snapping both of you back into reality. "Suehiro, my darling, why don't we help you out of your uniform?" Jouno asked, bringing his hands up to Tecchou's waist. Tracing the other man's clothed tummy as he awaited a response. "Please..." Tecchou whispered. You wasted no time unraveling your hands from around his neck. Smoothing them down his broad chest as your nimble fingers began undoing the buttons of his uniform. Jouno started unbuckling the other man's belt. Slowly undoing the zipper of his trousers before pulling Tecchou's pants and boxers down in one swift tug. His breath hitched at the other man's sudden action. You finished your own handiwork, shoving Suehiro's uniform past his shoulders and yanking it down his muscular arms.

Jouno grasped the slightly taller man standing before him by the waist. Twisting him around so his back was facing the plush bed. Jouno pushed on the other man's hips, forcing him to sit atop the duvet. "Leave the rest to us, baby." You cooed out. Both you and Jouno were now standing side by side in front of the birthday boy. Tecchou just gazed up at the both of you with lidded eyes. His cock was fully erect now from the whole intimate atmosphere. Jouno began stripping beside you, considering he was the last one still fully clad. You wasted no time embracing your sweet Suehiro once more. You ran your nimble fingers up his bare waist. Tecchou's abs flexed at the sudden cool touch along his skin. Your hand traveled higher, up the valley of his chest and to his face. You cupped his cheek lovingly, tilting his ethereal visage in the opposite direction giving you open access to his throat. You attacked his neck with open-mouthed kisses and lovebites. Pulling a loud groan out of him. "Please... more," Tecchou whined. He craved more affection, more love, more touch. His cock was throbbing at this point, practically begging for attention. "Someone's impatient, hm?" Jouno remarked. He was bare now. Coming up on the other side of Tecchou, teasingly running his cold hand up the expanse of the other man's thigh. Suehiro gasped at the added touch. The second your lips traveled down to his chest, he was gone.

You captured his sensitive nipple between your teeth in an instant. Ripping a breathy moan out of Tecchou's throat. Jouno chuckled slightly, as he mirrored your actions. Bowing his head down, seizing Suehiro's other nipple with his lips. Jouno's hand never stopped caressing the other man's thigh. Tecchou's hips twitched off the mattress involuntarily. Jouno and yourself kept him still with the grasp you both had on him. "Fuck- s-so good..." Tecchou whimpered. As you continued to bite and suck on his sensitive flesh. Jouno never faltered in his ruthless assault on the poor man's other nipple. He was flicking his tongue over Tecchou's taught nub at an unwavering pace. Alternating between swirling his skilled tongue around the reddened flesh and quick, precise kitten licks. You pulled away from Tecchou, admiring the deep hickey's that littered his peck, all thanks to you. You slowly lifted yourself off the bed, catching Tecchou's attention. His half-lidded gaze followed your every move as you sunk to your knees before him. "Angel, what are you-" you gently shushed him before you spoke up. Gazing up at him from between his parted thighs. "Shh, relax Hiro. Your cock is twitching so much. Must be uncomfortable, huh? Don't worry baby... I'll make it all better. Just tell Saigiku how good he's making you feel."

Tecchou nodded fervently before he babbled out. "Sai... feels so good, fuck- you look so sexy right now... both of you," Jouno smirked against Tecchou's hardened nipple at his cute boyfriend's words. Pleased by his obedience, you wasted no time grasping the base of his leaky cock. You kissed his tip softly, causing Tecchou's hips to jolt off the mattress. Jouno dug his nails into his counterpart's thigh before he pulled back from Suehiro's chest to speak up. "Now, now darling... stay still for us." Jouno clicked his tongue, leaning into Tecchou. Placing a soft kiss against his cheek. He rose from the bed, coming to stand beside you. Before he sunk to his own knees. "I'm t-trying... just feels so good..." Tecchou whined out as you took his whole length down your throat. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy. You continued to suck his cock at an unrelenting pace. Jouno listened intently at the filthy sounds being expelled beside him. As well as the lewd noises slipping past his needy boyfriend's lips. "Sharing is caring, princess." Jouno tisked. Bringing his free hand up to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You pulled away from Tecchou's twitching cock with a loud pop. "Sorry, Sai! I got carried away." You giggled, scooting over slightly so the pale man beside you could have a taste of his own. "Not to worry, princess. As I stated earlier, there's no reason why we can't share, hm?" Jouno offered you his award-winning smirk before he leaned his face closer to Tecchou's awaiting cock.

Jouno brought his free hand to your cheek. Guiding you to the opposite side of Tecchou's length. You both were on either side of your boyfriend's cock, face to face with one another between Tecchou's parted thighs. "What are you guys-? Ah-!" Tecchou's head snapped forward in an instant. The second he felt the divine wet sensation against his dick. The sight before him nearly made him cum on the spot. You and Jouno were licking up the length of Tecchou's cock. Both of your tongues swirled around one another every so often as you both continued to worship your boyfriend's cock. When you reached the tip of his aching dick, Jouno pulled you in for a kiss. It was messy and sloppy, and you could feel Tecchou's lustful gaze boring into you. "Shit... that's so fucking sexy," Jouno smirked into the kiss at the other man's words and physical reaction to the filthy show you and him were putting on. Jouno moved his hand that was still adorning your cheek to the nape of your neck. Pulling away from your lips slowly as a string of saliva still connected you. Your own eyes were hooded with lust now. Pussy clenching around nothing as you panted out against Tecchou's length. Causing the poor man above you to jolt his hips forward from the cool sensation surrounding his wet cock. You didn't have a second to process before Jouno was pushing your head down onto Tecchou's cock with the grip he had on you. He bobbed your head up and down on the other man's cock at his own pace. Smirking down at you as he did so. You couldn't take your eyes off of him. Neither could Tecchou.

Tecchou felt like he was in a trance. This was too good to be true. Was he dreaming? "Fuck angel, too good... so hot," Tecchou mumbled. Slightly thrusting into your mouth as he lost himself in pleasure. "You're such a good girl, princess. Making Tecchou feel special like this. However... I believe it's my turn to make our birthday boy feel loved. Don't you?" In an instant, Jouno pulled you off of Tecchou's weeping cock by the back of your hair. Offering you one last sly smile before he wrapped his lips around Tecchou's tip. He swirled his skillful tongue around Suehiro's throbbing cock. Bobbing his head at a leisurely pace. He guided you down further with the grasp he still had on you. Pulling you in towards Tecchou's taught balls as Jouno's pace never once faltered. You got the hint, wasting no time kissing Tecchou's full balls. You experimentally darted your tongue out, offering him a few languid licks. "Oh my fucking god- please... I'm close. Feels t-too good-!" Tecchou croaked out. Gripping the bedsheets below him harshly. His knuckles turned white in the process. Jouno began sucking his boyfriend off at an ungodly pace. You took Tecchou's taught balls into your mouth. Licking and sucking on the sensitive flesh gently. The wet squelching sounds and Tecchou's breathy whines were causing Jouno's cock to twitch against his tummy. His ears grew hot as he took Tecchou's full length down his throat. That was all it took to send Suehiro over the edge for the first time tonight. "Cumming- fuck m' cumming ah-!"

Tecchou was twitching uncontrollably as his first ropes of cum spilled down Jouno's throat. Causing the light-haired man to gag around his boyfriend's throbbing cock. You pulled away first, releasing Suehiro's spent balls from your mouth before you rose to your feet. Tecchou's eyes were squeezed shut as you walked over to the night table. Grabbing a small bottle of lube before you made your way back in front of your two loves. Jouno had pulled off of Tecchou's spent cock by now. Panting slightly, trying to regain his usual composure. Tecchou's eyes shot open as he felt the bed dip beside him. The moment he saw you, a warm smile etched into his features. "You were so perfect for us, baby. Now lie back for me. I'll make you feel even better." He slowly nodded his head, doing precisely what you asked of him. Jouno pulled Tecchou's legs up, parting his thighs atop the bed for easier access. Leaving Tecchou fully exposed to your lustful gaze. You clenched around nothing as you saw Tecchou's dick begin to twitch back to life. Causing Jouno to chuckle softly at your body's cute reaction. He made himself comfortable on the other side of Tecchou. You opened the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto your fingers as you brought your nimble digits down to your boyfriend's needy hole. Jouno traced his hands up the twitchy man's chest. He began flicking and twisting Tecchou's sensitive nipples as you prodded your first digit into his ass.

"Ah-! F-Fuck, angel..." Tecchou whined. He squeezed around your finger so tightly as you slowly worked him open. He was moaning and groaning freely as you and Jouno continued to pleasure him. "Good boy, Suehiro. You're taking it so fucking well." You praised. Pushing a second digit past his greedy hole. Jouno felt out for the bottle of lube with his free hand. Pulling away from Tecchou's chest briefly to squeeze a generous amount onto his lithe digits. He brought his lube-coated digits down his backside before he began working himself open. Cute mewls and breathy whines slipped past Jouno's lips as he stretched himself out. You felt yourself dripping down your thighs at the sight of your two boyfriend's ethereal faces scrunched up in pleasure. Tecchou's eyes were lidded, teeth scoring his bottom lip as he gazed at Jouno stretching himself open. Jouno's mouth fell open, and drool seeped past his lips. His sensitive cock twitched and throbbed against his lower tummy. The slight friction of his length scraping up against his toned stomach had his mind reeling. You slipped one last finger into Tecchou's needy hole. You curled your fingers from where they were buried deep inside him. "S-Stop, I'll cum again if you keep going... I think... I'm ready." Tecchou grunted. Sitting up swiftly before he grasped your wrist. Slowly pulling your nimble digits out of his ass. He whined slightly at the loss of contact before Jouno spoke up.

"Princess, lie on your back for us. Suehiro, you'll get to fuck our dear y/n first, and then... you'll get to fuck me. Sound good?" Jouno quipped out. His signature smirk painted his face as he sat up from the bed. Tecchou gulped before he replied. "Sounds more than good... fuck, how did I get so lucky?" He babbled out. Standing beside Jouno at the foot of the bed as you made yourself comfortable on your back atop the plush duvet. "Were the lucky ones, Suehiro!" You exclaimed. Tecchou whirled his head in your direction. He gazed at you with hearts in his eyes. Hooking his forearms under your parted thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You yelped at his actions as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. He peered over you, craning his neck down. Your faces were mere centimeters apart. "We'll just have to agree to disagree, angel." He offered you a wide grin. Showing off his gorgeous pearly whites. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek. You giggled at how cute he was. But that laugh quickly morphed into a moan as you felt his length graze over your needy pussy. Tecchou grasped the base of his cock, gazing into your eyes lovingly as he pushed the head of his dick past the tight ring of your pussy. Wasting no time plunging himself to the hilt inside you. "Mhn... Hiro, you're so big..." You whimpered out. Bringing your hands up to hold his pretty waist. "Ah, angel- fuck... you're so warm and wet... squeezing around my dick so perfectly." You clenched around his length even fiercer at his bold words. Pulling a deep groan out of your sweet Suehiro.

"I beg to differ. Y/n is right. We are the lucky ones." Jouno whispered into Tecchou's ear. As he now stood behind the dark-haired man. Tecchou shivered as Jouno's voice hit the shell of his ear. He grinned wickedly at his boyfriend's cute reaction. Jouno encircled one of his arms around Tecchou's waist, grabbing the base of his cock with his free hand. "Lift your leg for me, darling." Jouno cooed. Placing a small kiss on the side of Tecchou's throat. Suehiro complied, lifting one of his legs up. His foot came to rest on the lege of the bedframe, causing Tecchou's dick to prod inside of you impossibly deeper. You whined. Reaching out for the lube that was discarded atop the bed. "Here, Sai. In case you need." You said between whimpers. He gladly accepted the bottle. Squirting a generous amount on his twitching cock. The cool substance coating his dick tore a loud hiss out of him. He smoothed the thick liquid over the whole length of his cock before positioning himself at Tecchou's entrance. He pushed into the other man slowly, groaning in pleasure as Suehiro took every inch of Jouno like a champ. "Hmn...perfect fit, darling. It's like your tight little hole was made for my cock. Ahn... you like it when I say filthy things don't you, Suehiro? I can feel you twitching around me. How cute."

Jouno delivered an experimental thrust after his playful teasing. Causing Tecchou's cock to drag along your walls deliciously. All three of you moaned in unison. "Fuck- Saigiku, my love... you fill me up s-so well..." Tecchou cried out as Jouno began to find a rhythm. The force of his thrusts alone was enough to please both you and Tecchou. Each rock of his hips into Tecchou's tight hole had his counterpart plunging into you perfectly. Jouno brought his hands up Tecchou's frame. Toying with his nipples for the umpteenth time tonight. Jouno's labored breaths against Tecchou's neck sent a pleasurable chill up his spine. "Ah... Hiro- Sai-!" You wailed out. A particularly harsh thrust from the blind king himself rammed Tecchou's cock fiercely against your sweet spot. "Come on now, darling. I know tonight is about you... but you have to pull your weight too. Rub our dear y/n's clit. I can hear it thumbing from here." Jouno purred out. Nipping the side of Tecchou's throat once more before he picked up his unrelenting pace. "Fuck- Sai... feels too good... I can't think straight-!" Tecchou cried out as he doubled over. Your chests pressed tightly against one another. You felt the drool that seeped past Tecchou's lips fall onto your chest as he whined into you desperately. You could feel his cock pulsing and twitching within you as Jouno never wavered. You brought your hands up to card through Tecchou's wild tufts of hair. Grazing his scalp slightly as he continued to shudder from pleasure.

You began thrusting your hips upwards, meeting Tecchou's sloppy ones. He brought his thumb down between your bodies to your clit. Fervently circling your pulsing bud. That was all it took to send you over the edge. "Ah, Suehiro... I'm cumming- don't fucking stop!" Tecchou whined out as you pulsed and clenched around his cock. "S-Shit angel- you're squeezing me so tight..." Jouno's pace began to falter as he groaned against the shell of Tecchou's ear. "Aww, is our princess trying to milk you for all you're worth? My, my... what a little cumslut." Jouno snickered out between bated breaths. Your face flushed deeply at his filthy words as you continued to pulse around Tecchou's length. Jouno quirked a brow at your body's physical reaction to his words. "Oh... you like being called a cumslut. Don't you, princess?" Jouno teased further. Fucking up into Tecchou faster than before. Slightly overstimulating you in the process from the added friction. "Hmn... Sai- I'm c-close!" Tecchou whined. You could feel his cock throbbing from within deep you. You whimpered out as you felt another orgasm bubbling up inside you. Jouno chuckled wickedly before he quipped out, "Go on, darling. Fill our little cumslut up." His words of encouragement sent Tecchou over the edge. "Hah... Saigiku, I-I love you..." Tecchou whimpered as his hips stilled. His cum shot deep inside you. You crooned at the feeling of being filled up by your boyfriend.

Tecchou was clenching around Jouno's cock fiercely. He panted against your chest as his cum continued to spill inside you. "What a good fucking boy, Suehiro," Jouno grunted as his pace faltered. He raked his nails down Tecchou's back, causing the dark-haired man to squeeze even tighter around Jouno's length. Jouno delivered one last thrust into Tecchou's needy hole before his hips faultered. He trembled as his first ropes of cum spilled out his slit. "Fuck... so good, darling." Jouno groaned as he worked himself through his orgasm. You all stayed entangled within one another for a few minutes more. Jouno pulled himself out of Tecchou's used hole slowly. Admiring the loud hiss his boyfriend let out as he did so. "You did so well for us, Hiro. Did it feel good?" You whispered. Still carding your hands through his messy locks. Tecchou pulled himself up off your chest slowly. Gazing into your eyes lovingly before he spoke up. "It felt amazing... you both treat me so well. I feel like the luckiest man alive." He smiled widely at you. Showing off his beautiful pearly whites before Jouno spoke up. "It's not over quite yet, Hiro. Princess, why don't you get on your hands and knees for me. It's my turn to fill you up, my little cumslut." You clenched around Tecchou's half-hard cock that was still buried inside you at his words. Causing your beautiful brown-haired boyfriend to whine out at the pleasurable feeling. Jouno buried his lithe digits deep within Tecchou's locks. Yanking him up quickly, causing his spent cock to slip out of you.

"Go on, princess. Get on your fucking hands and knees. Don't keep me waiting." Jouno brought his free hand around to stroke Tecchou's cock slowly. "Ah, Sai... it's s-sensitive..." Tecchou babbled out. Bringing his hands down to push Jouno away from his aching cock. But before he got that far, Jouno barked out, "Don't you fucking dare. Be a good boy for me, Suehiro." Tecchou shuddered at his boyfriend's words. Dropping his hands back to his sides as he allowed Jouno to work his wet cock as he pleased. As your two boyfriends shared an intimate moment, you rolled over. Pushing yourself up to your hands and knees, as per Jouno's request. "Good girl, princess. Now, Hiro.... are you ready for more?" Jouno whispered against the nape of his neck. Causing Tecchou to shudder. "Yes- please!" Jouno smirked against the back of his neck. Releasing his grasp on his boyfriend's cock. Jouno climbed atop the bed slowly, getting himself comfortable behind your frame. He brought his deft digits up to soothe over your ass. "I can hear your heart beating against your chest, princess. You're practically begging me to fuck you. You can't lie to me, y/n. Your body gives you away." He snickered out. Jouno brought one of his hands down to his leaky cock. Giving it a few quick strokes before Jouno lined himself up at your entrance. Your's and Tecchou's cum made it easy for him to bury his cock deep inside your twitching pussy. He slid his hand that still adorned your ass up the expanse of your back. Snaking his hand around to your front, cupping one of your breasts.

"Fuck... you take me so well, princess," Jouno whined. He was suddenly feeling hyperaware of every physical sensation. You squeezed around him tightly, and the wet hot feeling made his head spin. Tecchou lubed up his cock before he made his way atop the bed. Kneeling behind Jouno, bringing one of his hands up to wrap around his boyfriend's waist. He pulled Jouno's back flush against his sturdy chest. Tecchou leaned his face in further, darting his tongue out to lick up the shell of Jouno's sensitive ear. "Ahn... Hiro, q-quit it... you know I'm sensitive there..." Jouno cried out. You felt his cock twitch from deep within you at Tecchou's actions. Tecchou grabbed ahold of his length with his other hand. Nudging the tip of his cock against Jouno's hole. "Shh... you can take it, Sai." In one swift motion, Tecchou was buried to the hilt inside Jouno's tight hole. "T-Too much... hmm... darling-!" Jouno stuttered out. His hips jolted forward, delivering a quick thrust inside your messy pussy. "What's wrong, love? You were mouthy a few minutes ago. Barking out orders and calling y/n a cumslut. But look at you now, acting like a needy little cock whore. My little cock whore. Go on Sai, it's your turn to make our precious angel feel good." With that, Tecchou grasped Jouno's hips. Aiding him in his messy thrusts into your needy cunt. "Feels so good... d-don't stop!" You cried out. Pushing your ass back to meet Jouno's thrusts. Tecchou panted out against Jouno's sensitive ear as he continued to use him as a personal fucktoy.

Tecchou began steadily thrusting into Jouno's ass. Reveling in how snugly his boyfriend felt around him. "Hiro, I-I won't last long if y-you keep this up..." Jouno whimpered. Completely lost in the feeling of your perfect pussy sucking him in and the way the tip of Tecchou's cock kept nudging against his prostate. You felt your orgasm approaching as well. This position allowed Jouno to fuck into you deeply. Just the way you liked it. The added force from Tecchou's thrusts into your sensitive boyfriend was just an added bonus. Jouno doubled over, his lean chest pressing snugly against your back. You whined out as Jouno continued to caress your breast. Tweaking your nipple between his deft digits every so often. Jouno's other hand slithered down to your clit, rubbing quick fast circles against your throbbing bud. "Look at you, my little cock whore. You're making our angel feel so good right now. I want to watch as you make her cum." Tecchou grunted between his quick thrusts. Not missing the way Jouno clenched around his cock at the filthy nickname. Tecchou began plunging into Jouno at an ungodly pace, causing Jouno's twitchy cock to ram into you even harsher. "Hah, Suehiro... fuck, I-I... I'm cumming-!" Jouno cried out against the nape of your neck. His hips stilled completely from deep within you. His movements on your clit never faltered as he shot his hot cum deep within you. The feeling of Jouno cumming inside you caused your own orgasm to crash over you. "Feels too good, you're filling me up so much... ah, Sai!" With that, you gushed all over his sensitive cock. Milking him for all he was worth as he whined into your neck. He was twitching so much, body jolting forward as Tecchou continued to make love to his cute boyfriend.

"Fuck, you're both so sexy... y/n, Saigiku, I love you both... so much. S-Shit... m' cumming-!" Tecchou groaned for the last time tonight. Ramming his pelvis snugly against Jouno's ass. Letting his cum spill deep inside his sensitive boyfriend's messy hole. "Saigiku... fuck-!" Jouno whimpered. Suddenly feeling hypersensitive as the last of Tecchou's load dribbled out past his slit. Filling Jouno up perfectly. Suehiro pulled out a few moments later, admiring his cum that began slipping out of Jouno's used hole. It trickled down his pale thighs, leaving a small stain on the duvet below. Jouno whined at the loss of contact, sitting up slowly as his now softening cock slipped out of your welcoming heat. Jouno collapsed beside you, pulling you into his chest. You rolled over on your side, wrapping your arm around his lithe waist. "Hiro... come here, baby." You whispered. Reaching out for him with your free hand. Ushering him to snuggle in beside you. He offered you a small smile as he crawled up the bed, plopping beside you. He nestled his face into the crook of your neck. Bringing his arm up to wrap around your midsection. "Well..? Did you have a good birthday, darling?" Jouno questioned. His voice was still horse from all the pleasurable sounds he emitted only minutes ago. Tecchou let out a small sigh against your neck before he spoke up. "It was more than good... it was perfect. All thanks to you both... this is the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for." You suddenly jolted upright at his words. Startling your two boyfriends in the process. "Shit, Sai! The presents!" You exclaimed, hurriedly climbing off the bed. You made a quick dash to the bedroom closet. Grabbing the gifts for Tecchou you had hidden behind a few boxes a few weeks ago. 

Tecchou sat up, tilting his head in confusion at your actions. As he heard you rustling around in your shared closet. He slid back a bit further. Resting his back against the headboard before reaching out for his spent boyfriend. Tecchou hooked his arms around Jouno's waist, pulling him back between his parted thighs. Jouno chucked out softly as the back of his head rested atop Tecchou's shoulder. "Ah... our princess truly is precious." He whispered. Bringing his cold hands up to grasp Tecchou's warm ones that now encircled his waist. A few moments later, you came back. A few gifts in your clutches. You had the widest grin adorning your face. Climbing your way back on top of the plush duvet. You made yourself comfortable in between Jouno's parted thighs. Facing both of your beautiful boyfriends as you presented the first gift. "Here, Suehiro! Open it!" You exclaimed. Nudging his hands with the small gift. He pulled away from Jouno's waist for a brief moment. Taking the prettily wrapped present from your hands. "For... me?" His gorgeous chestnut eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at you expectantly. "Of course, it's for you, my love!" You giggled at his genuine question. He really could be so dense at times. "Suehiro... you idiot." Jouno teased. Tecchou offered you a wide smile before he began unwrapping his gift. His eyes grew twice in size as he admired his present. It was a pretty bracelet with a small ant charm adorning the silver chain. Your's and Jouno's names were engraved into the small charm. Tecchou admired the piece of jewelry for a few moments before his gaze met yours. "Angel... I love this so much. Thank you, I will treasure it forever." You giggled slightly at his stern declaration. Reaching out for the bracelet so you could clasp it around his wrist. 

As you finished placing the delicate piece of jewelry on his wrist, Tecchou realized you had a matching charm bracelet. "Wait, this looks exactly like the one you're wearing, angel?" You smiled softly, before you reached out for Jouno's wrist. Bringing it toward Tecchou's line of view. "Mhm, now we all match, baby!" Tecchou's chest blossomed with warmth. His face glossed over Jouno's features. Admiring the affectionate smile that was painted over his boyfriend's face. "I was apprehensive about wearing such a trivial piece of jewelry... but our princess was very convincing." Jouno sighed dramatically. Shaking his head slightly as he pulled his wrist away from your grasp. "Alright, why don't you open my gift next, darling." Jouno reached out for the last gift that you brought over. Placing it in Tecchou's hands carefully. "What is it?" Tecchou asked, tilting the small gift in his hand and examining it quizzically. "Just- open it, you imbecile!" Jouno huffed out, losing his patience for Tecchou's antics. "Alight, alright!" Suehiro chuckled, opening the petite package. There were a bunch of different slips of paper, all with different things written onto them. Tecchou thumbed through all of the paper slips. A few of them read,

"Redeem a hug."

"Movie (of your choice) night."

"Free 'ass slapping' pass." 

"Love, what are these...?" Tecchou questioned. Looking down at Jouno from where he sat between his legs. Jouno let out another long drawn-out sigh before he spoke up. "Darling, you are astonishingly dense. They're little peace offerings, so to speak. Coupons for you to redeem at any time. I'll have no choice but to comply when you do so." Jouno explained. Finally the point was getting across in Tecchou's silly little mind. "Cute, right? Sai came up with this all by himself! I was so proud!" You giggled. Reaching your hand up to cup Jouno's flushed face. He felt so embarrassed from the onslaught of kind words and compliments. It didn't matter how long all three of you had been together at this point. Or how many times you both said kind things to him. Jouno felt flustered every single time. "Cut it out, y/n... it's not a big fuss!" You couldn't help but crack up more at Jouno's cute reaction. You pinched his reddened cheek playfully before you leaned into him further. Placing a loving kiss against his pretty lips. He pouted against your lips for a few moments before he ultimately reciprocated. Tecchou couldn't help the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of his two loves sharing such an intimate embrace. "Again, thank you both so much for today. I don't know how I got so lucky... but I wouldn't trade the life I have right now for anything. This was the best birthday ever." You and Jouno pulled away from one another. Sharing a warm smile at your boyfriend's sweet confession. "I'm so glad to hear that, Hiro. Happy birthday, baby!" You exclaimed. Reaching over Jouno to place a small kiss on Tecchou's cheek. Jouno turned himself slightly, placing a quick smooch atop Tecchou's other cheek. "Yes, happy birthday, Suehiro. I'm glad we made this year one worth remembering." Tecchou's face flushed deeply. Heart pounding further at the onslaught of love the both of you granted him. Tecchou wrapped his arms around both of your frames. Pulling you both in close to his sturdy chest. You giggled at the sudden embrace, hearing Jouno huff out beside you before Tecchou spoke up once more.

"Can I redeem all of my coupons immediately?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Oh, come on, Sai! I say let him!"

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