#2587 words

[albertxylin]

Good Focus

I focus on the good things that happened today. I focus on the laughter and conversations, The things I got done. I focus on the peace I always find in the garden, And the way music carries me away. It was not a good day. I do not focus on the good in spite of that, But because of it.

[shockercoco]

Unwanted Help

Feyd Rautha x sister!reader

Warnings - nothing just fluff

Word count - 2587

a/n - it's my birthday, so i thought I might as well get this out of the drafts and give you guys a gift too :) also let's just pretend Feyd never killed his mother and his upbringing wasn't so terrible lol. Thank you guys for all the love and enjoy :)

“So, how do I look?” you ask as you step out of your walk-in closet. 

Your mother and your brother Feyd had been waiting in your bedroom to see your dress for the debutante ball; Feyd was looking out the window with his hands clasped behind his back, while your mother made herself comfortable at the edge of your bed.

You do a little spin as you walk out of your closet, for the theatrics of course, before turning to face your family. A smile instantly appeared on your mothers face as she clapped her hands, while Feyd turned his attention away from the window to give you a questionable look. It was obvious he wasn’t a fan of the dress.

“It’s gorgeous, my love,” your mother beams as she walks over to gather your hands in hers.

“I’ve seen better looks on the commoners wandering the streets,” Feyd declares as his eyebrows furrow, looking at the fabric like it was one of the ugliest things he’s ever seen. Your face drops and your mouth falls ajar at Feyd’s statement.

“Feyd-Rautha!” your mother exclaims, scowling at your brother.

“I’m sorry, I thought she was asking for our opinions,” he dully states with a shrug.

“An opinion doesn’t mean tearing her down,” your mother retorts. “Besides, there are only a handful of people that could afford the seamstress that designed your sister's dress.”

You pull your hands out from your mother’s grasp and walk over to the mirror on the wall to see your appearance for yourself. She follows and stands behind you as you look at your reflection, while Feyd keeps his place by the window. The gown was everything you could imagine and more – and it should be, given the fact that you gave the seamstress explicit directions in order to bring your visions to life. You turn to the side and assess the back of you before turning back and running a hand down your dress.

“It’s perfect,” you say, mainly to yourself, then turn to frown at your brother, “You’re an imbecile, Feyd.” 

He just rolls his eyes in response.

Deep down, Feyd did appreciate the way you looked, but all he could think of was the amount of men that were going to be looking at you later tonight. His skin crawled at the thought. He made a mental note to make sure to keep a blade under his robe.

You also knew that Feyd wasn’t completely disgusted with the way you look – even though it would take a lot for him to say that out loud – so his opinion didn’t affect you too much. Feyd was a huge softie when it came to you, but also extremely protective.

“That seamstress could’ve made you something that wasn’t so…revealing. There’s no doubt people will be looking,” Feyd says.

He was referring to the way the dress accentuated your breasts, and how the corset helped give your body an hourglass figure.

“That’s kind of the point. The whole point of a debutante ball is to help a woman find a suitor, you know, and of course to show off to everyone else,” your mother smirks at the end.

Feyd’s eye twitched at the idea of you marrying some pathetic man.

“Does father know?” Feyd asks.

“Of course he does, and he’s fine with it because he understands,” your mother tells him. Feyd frowned at her response. “Now, enough of this. Let’s leave her be until it’s time to go.”

Your mother started to walk to the door of your bedroom, and when she noticed Feyd hadn’t moved, she whirls around to give him a look. Feyd rolls his eyes, but then moves to follow her out of your room.

Later that day when you and your family were walking into the building, you felt excited and nervous. Most of the public outings you experienced had to do with Feyd’s games or business meetings off planet, so you rarely enjoyed more casual outings. 

It didn’t take long for you to start socializing with some of the other girls that you did know – they were princesses of lords or barons your father had done business with in the past. They were kind and easy to converse with, but you found yourself having to listen to them putting your brother on a pedestal; they talked about how strong and undefeated he was, or they talked about how attractive they found him and who they thought could get with him first. They didn’t seem to care about the fact that his sister was standing there talking with them as well, or maybe they did and was hoping you would mention one of them to Feyd. You wouldn’t.

There was of course that one group of girls that formed a clique to gossip about everyone in attendance, like how much each family was worth and which one had the higher place in society, but they also made sure to discuss who was dressed the best and who had the best chance of finding a suitor. You saw a couple of them whispering and pointing at you, but you just rolled your eyes because you knew each one of their backstories, such as the fact that a few of them belonged to families that were going bankrupt. There was no doubt they were projecting their own insecurities.

It also didn’t take long for men to approach you to strike up conversation, or to ask you to join them in the middle for a dance. Those who said they would be back later to get to know you more never did. You just figured that those men weren’t really interested in you.

Little did you know, Feyd was watching you the whole time, but he mostly cared for the men who had the audacity to approach you. He was standing in a group of well known men, your guys’ father amongst them, discussing politics and whatever else they felt was important. Feyd, of course, had to chip in every now and again, but that didn’t stop him from keeping you in his sight and leaving the conversation when needed.

“May I have this dance,” a gentleman known as Prince Killian approached you, his hand extended out for you to take.

Apparently, he was next in line to inherit his father’s title as lord –  a man who had recently gotten sick with an incurable illness.

“You may,” you smile as you hold out your hand for him to take. Why not, right? He was a kind and humble man, according to what you heard from word of mouth, but was too gentle and soft to take his father’s place. He was also awfully easy on the eyes.

Prince Killian led you to the center of the packed ballroom and guided you through the music. He made sure to ask about your interests and your hobbies, what occupied your time during your days. He even made sure to compliment your dress. His eyes remained on yours and he kept a gentle smile on his face the whole time. You enjoyed your time with him, and the feeling seemed to be reciprocated on his end.

When you had to excuse yourself because your mother wanted to pull you aside, you didn’t notice Feyd swiftly and smoothly making his way over to Prince Killian. Feyd had been waiting for this moment since he saw the two of you getting very close during your dance. He saw the way Prince Killian looked at you, and there was no doubt in Feyd’s mind that he was interested in you.

Feyd didn’t approve, Prince Killian was too soft as a man after all. Did you really want to be tied down to someone with that kind of a reputation? Would he be able to protect you? Feyd felt disgusted just looking at him. He had to stop this relationship from blossoming even further.

“What is your business with my sister?” Feyd asked the prince. He had snuck up on him from behind, so Killian had gotten startled. He faced Feyd and tried his best to keep his cool as Feyd stood there expressionless with his hands clasped behind his back. Feyd intimated him, he intimated everyone.

“Nothing of ill intent, I promise you, na-baron,”Prince Killian says to him and holds his hands behind his back, mimicking Feyd and trying to seem unaffected.

“Is that so?” asks Feyd while giving him a once-over. “So you’ve taken a liking to her then?”

“Yes, I have,” Prince Killian nods.

“And you would like to pursue her?”

“With your permission, of course,” Prince Killian offers a smile.

“How unfortunate because you don’t have it,” Feyd gives him an insincere smile.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t question me. I’ll-,” Feyd stops when he sees you enter the room, scanning the crowd for the prince in front of him. “I don’t want to see you around her again, for the rest of the night and for the rest of your life, however long that may be,” Feyd tells him before walking away, not giving Prince Killian a chance to say anything else.

Prince Killian gulps as he watches Feyd leave. He decides it would be the wisest to listen to your brother and leave you alone. Princes Killian goes up to his mother to tell him he doesn’t feel well and that he wants to leave. His mother is upset, but agrees to leave. 

You don’t see him leave the room as you continue to look around, but Feyd does. He stops a smirk from forming on his face as he joins his father in another conversation. 

Your heart drops once you don’t find Prince Killian anywhere. After all, he did promise to find you after your mother was done with you. Did you really read him wrong? Did he not like you just like the other men you had met throughout the night? Was there something wrong with you?

Tears form in your eyes as you begin to doubt yourself, but you quickly hold them back, not wanting to be seen crying in public. You go to find your mother once again to tell her that you were ready to leave. The whole evening had basically been a complete waste of your time. Your mother notices the difference in your mood, but doesn’t question as goes to ask the car to be brought around and gather Feyd and your father.

You spent that night locked in your room crying, feeling defeated. Your mother came to talk to you, but you didn’t open the door, feeling too embarrassed to explain. It was your fault for getting your hopes up in the first place, wasn’t it? A couple of your favorite lady’s maids also came by to check on you and asked from the other side of the door if there was anything you could do, but at the moment there wasn’t.

You stayed in that gloomy mood for the next couple of days before deciding it was time to get over it. You were a Harkonnen, after all.

About a week later, you were sitting in the library reading like you usually do at some point in the day. Today though, you were interrupted by your mother barging through the library doors with an unpleasant expression on her face, her gown flowing with her steps with your brother not too far behind. You thought you had done something wrong, causing you to replay the past few days in your mind, but you couldn’t find the problem.

That’s because you weren’t the problem.

“Mother, I don’t think this is necessary. There’s no need to get her upset all over again,” Feyd says. Is that panic in his voice?

Your mother holds up her hand to stop him from saying anything else.

Feyd had walked past your room several times, hearing your cries flood out of your room. He would stop outside of your door and wondered if he should knock and go talk to you, but each time he decided not to. He wasn’t a fan of hearing you in pain, but he figured there was no use in saying anything because the damage was done.

It got to the point where he felt guilty so he decided to confess to his mother what he had done, not thinking she would react this way. Though when the words fell out of his mouth, she was fuming; she had every right to be.

“Tell her what you just told me, or I will,” your mother glares at Feyd. 

You look between them in confusion, deciding it was best to put your book aside. Feyd’s jaw tensed as he stared his mother down, not really wanting to say it aloud again. He finally gives into her gaze and looks away.

“Feyd?” you question as you watch the wheels turn inside his head.

He shakes his head as if to shake the thought away, but of course it remains. Might as well just get it over with.

“The reason why Prince Killian didn’t return to you that night at the ball, or any of the men that had approached you, was because of me,” Feyd tells you. You can’t see it, but his fists are clenched behind his back.

“Tell her how you threatened them to never go near her again,” your mother tells him. Your eyes widen as you look over at your brother who seemed to be uncomfortable. 

Feyd lets out a frustrated sigh before looking you in the eye. “It’s true.”

You don’t know whether to be angry or relieved. “All this time I thought it was my fault, but it was you?” you ask, but it’s honestly more of a statement. Feyd nods in response.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” your mother asks him, and Feyd avoids her gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, and he means it no matter how hard it was for him to say it. You can tell also, but that doesn’t make it all better.

“And?” your mother prods, her arms folded across her chest. 

“I will make it right, if you will let me, of course,” he says.

And he did. The next day Prince Killian had arrived at your home, by the request of your father, knowing he wouldn’t come if it was Feyd who had asked. You weren’t entirely thrilled because you weren’t sure if he would still feel the same towards you, if there were any feelings there in the first place. Your worry quickly turned into happiness as the two of you reconnected with Prince Killian telling you what you wanted to hear.

Your mother and father watched from afar as he bent down to kiss your hand before standing straight again, your hand still in his. Feyd was also there beside them, not entirely pleased with the sight in front of him, but as long as you were happy he would have to learn to deal with it. Of course if Prince Killian ever decided to hurt you or stop pursuing you, he would have to take matters into his own hands.

“This is the man, huh?” your father asks with a tilt of his head. 

It brought Feyd joy that his father was also unsure about the man standing in front of you.

“Would you both quit it and be happy for her,” your mother scowled at them both before fixing her face as you turned around to face your family.

[elf-osamu]

“WOW, I REALLY CAN’T SPEAK, HUH? MUST BE BECAUSE OF HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

fluff, romantic relationship, lucifer, mammon, barbatos x gn!reader

warning(s) : mammon’s one is kinda sad at first ?? mostly bc he’s overthinking things ☹️ probably he’s a bit ooc but idc he’s gorgeous regardless (let’s say you two are at the start of your relationship in this one-shot).

words count : 2587 words

request: “howdy may i rq an obey me scenario with this prompt —> “wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” gn! mc says it ! would like it to be with lucifer, mammon and barbatos. maybe something like them rambling and asking if mc is listening and they drop that line ^ thank youu”

a/n : AA FINALLY AN OBEY ME REQUEST 🫶🏻 i love those characters with all of my heart, aND THIS PROMPT IS SO GOOD, it’s one of my favorites !! thank you for requesting btw <33 and i apologize for the long wait :( i had no time to write between school and personal matters. anyway, just so you know, lucifer’s and mammon’s ones are soooo long while barbato’s is auite short, i kinda rushed it because i felt bad since i’ve been neglecting requests lately 😭😭 (yeah this is the second time i’m posting this)

LUCIFER :

as the student council vice president, lucifer is well known among the royal academy of diavolo’s demons and angels: although being a composed individual most of the time, he has also an intimidating and almost cruel side to him because of his status, hence why many demons fear him. his fierce, self-assured demeanour is somewhat entrancing, capturing everyone’s gaze in an unbreakable trance, plus his aura of pride is something inevitable in everyday life.

this is not to mention his complicated past and the authority he possesses thanks to lord diavolo, which — according to many demons and a few angels — give more might to his persona.

although sometimes you were the main cause of many troubles in the past, now you can consider yourself quite privileged to be in his good graces. as his partner you have access to a vulnerable part of him that not everyone has a chance to see, where his pride comes off and his insecurities and annoyances emerge, and you can afford to be bold with him.

this very day, he is complaining about a bunch of ��inferior’ demons who have caused a rather bothersome fuss during curses and hexes class, knocking out a student, giving a headache to your beloved: lucifer knows perfectly well how to put someone in their place, even forcefully if necessary, however it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel pressured and tired after doing his duty.

the stress derived from all of his responsibilities, and from the piles of paperwork stubbornly sitting on his desk nearly every day, highly increases over time.

now the two of you are in his study, lucifer is rereading the report about today’s incident he just finished to write while you intently watch him work, helping him here and there. frowing in displeasure, he keeps changing a few sentences, wondering how the hell he’s going to survive this afternoon.

however, you can’t help but admire his handsome features: his black eyes shine with a reddish light, they are a little jaded but also alive; his rosy lips form a straight line, emphasizing his concentration, but no less beautiful; his cheeks are covered with a slight sheen of blush, probably due to his weariness; what to say, his demonic beauty is undoubtedly striking.

being too busy with your thoughts, you don’t realize he’s trying to get your attention to what he has been saying for the past few minutes.

“[name], are you listening to me?” he asks, lips slightly parted at your silence.

it’s almost funny, the fact that he completely ignores the reason of your quietness.

“[name].” at this point, lucifer’s voice is filled more with worry than irritation. why aren’t you responding to him? is something the matter?

as he’s about to ask another question, you snap back to reality, slowly turning to your senses.

you try to say something to seem completely nonchalant, but your voice — hoarse from nervousness — betrays you, and you can’t help but observe again your partner, who is frowing even more than before. if that’s possible.

you sigh, in defeat with yourself, and a genuine grin makes its way onto your face. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look”.

at first, he doesn’t really process those words.

although his gaze is fixed on your figure, his mind is fuzzy from all the work he’s currently doing, almost as if he were in a dream-like state, not at all focused on the present world. there’s silence for a few seconds in the room you two are in, and you’re asking yourself if you need to bring lucifer back to reality. but when you’re about to talk to him, you shift slightly on your sit, and his brain registers the movement.

so, suddenly, realization hits him. perhaps, too suddenly.

if it weren’t for his majestic pride, he’d cover his face, now completely red — but, doing so would be admitting his confused (but contented) mood derived from the sound of your words, which is inadmissible to him. so, all he can do is pretend that he’s not impressed by what you have said, even if his body is betraying him: in addition to the blush on his face and neck, his eyes are filled with astonishment and his lips, slightly parted again, form a small circle, defining his astonishment.

finally, he glares at you — taking back a part of his self-control — and seems to be lost in thought, probably wondering how he should face the situation without feeling too embarrassed; you can almost see the gears of his brain working wildly, desperately trying to find a simple solution.

and then, his eyes sparkle.

never underestimate a demon, especially if it’s lucifer. have you flustered him? well, be prepared, because he’ll pay you back in the same coin.

he adjusts himself on his scarlet armchair, which highlights his shimmering eyes, and leans towards you, over his desk. you can tell by his look that, if you let him speak, his words will be the death of you. and there’s no way you’ll allow it.

“too bad i need to be in another a class in, like, five minutes,” you blatantly lie, checking your wristwatch, and getting up. you lean just a little to give lucifer a quick peck on the lips. “well, see you later, pretty boy”, you wink at him and leave the room in a hurry, without giving him enough time to process what has happened.

yet again, he’s stunned by how you’ve called him.

the avatar of pride may be confident and assertive, but his heart can only flutter when someone is genuinely complimenting him. especially if it’s you.

MAMMON :

“… and so he blamed me! me, do ya understand? he, without hesitation, cursed the great mammon in front of the whole class! what an outrageous thing to do, don’t ya think!?”.

one interesting thing about the avatar of greed is that, despite his attempts to play it cool, he’s not confident about himself. thinking about it, it can’t but make sense: he’s driven by his multiple desires — money, for example — and craves them every time there’s a minimal absence of those, including external approval; he needs to be seen and accepted by everyone.

admitting it out loud would probably never be an option, considering his stubborn nature, but mammon would do anything to make you smile or laugh at his jokes — anything. he wants to be worthy of your attention — because in his mind he’s not deserving of love, particularly yours. of course, if you asked him something about this matter, he’d say the opposite — he’s everything but good at communicating his needs.

getting to know the demon hasn’t been an easy task, but with time you’ve managed to discover that there’s a soft side to him — a kind, warm heart behind his usual carefree mask.

despite all these thoughts spinning in your head, in this moment you are still fascinated by mammon’s temper and gestures: his hands, shaken, are moving quickly in the air, a slight pout is adorning his face, and his eyes are glimmering in bitter frustration — the sky of the devildom is reaching his darkest shade of colour while he looks vigorous yet ethereal.

“… handsome”, you murmur, as if talking to yourself.

mammon suddenly stops in his tracks, a slight embarassed expression appearing on his face.

“oh? what did ya say?” he asks, confused yet hopeful, thinking that maybe he has misheard you — because how could someone like you view him as nothing but that? sure, you’re his partner, however the fear of not being seen and loved for who he really is… is always present.

you sigh and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? ah, must be because of how pretty you look…”.

the noises of the night fill the atmosphere between you two in this moment; mammon’s brain has stopped working and, honestly, you can’t blame him: saying that he’s taken aback by your remark would be a great understatement to describe the current situation.

the avatar of greed is feeling so many emotions in so little time — his heart is pounding stronger than ever, you can almost hear its soft sound, and a reassurance which he has never felt so intensely is hugging his chest. these sensations are something he would gladly immerse himself into, a new type of greed to add to his long and interminable list, a new need.

unfortunately, the clock is ticking and mammon doesn’t want you to see his true self, not in a moment so embarassing for him, not like this — though he would love to indulge in this sweet pleasure for a while longer.

“you— human! what are ya thinking, speaking like that to your first demon? ya sure are bold! i’ll close one eye for this time, so consider yourself lucky tonight, because the great mammon won’t be so gentle in the future!”

a quick laugh escapes from your lips and, before he can question it, you grab his jaw with one of your hands, so his eyes can only be directed towards you.

“mammon, sweetheart, drop the act. you are making a fool of yourself and, although you’d be so entertaining to watch right now, you need to realise that i love you, truly.”, your gaze softens and you smile at him, making his heart melt. “it’s okay to not understand why you are cared about — but i want you to know that you are important to me, so, so fcking much. we’re in this together — aren’t we? then, will you allow me to show why and how i’m going to love and take care of you, mh?”.

mammon remains still as you finish your speech; his unsteady breath, however, betrays him.

“[name], i… thank you”, he says, unsure on how to continue his response.

“talk your feelings out, if you feel like it. i’m not a judge here,” you reassure him.

his gaze shifts for a moment, symbolising his indecision, but then it returns to yours. “i’m… i am glad to have ya in my life, [name]. but, well, i suppose i have one request to make”.

your smile turns suddenly into a smirk, finally happy to see your boyfriend taking courage to express his feelings.

“yes, dear?”.

“be greedy with me,” he pauses, slowly breathing in and out to not mess up his next words. “indulge in my sin whenever you can, day by day, and don’t leave anything behind. spare nothing, let the greed take control over you, like i’ll do with you from now on”.

“oh now, now, who is the bold one?” you murmur, getting closer to him. “you’re extremely covetous, mammon, and this is one of the many things which i appreciate about you. i already made a pact with you, so i don’t see a problem with your request. i accept it”, and you kiss him, as if you’re sealing the deal.

who would have thought that one of the greatest demons of all the realms could feel such things for a human?

BARBATOS :

despite being barbatos’s partner, it’s not quite often that you’re invited over lord diavolo’s castle to spend time with two of the most powerful demons in the devildom. the reason why is actually pretty simple: your lover’s life is full of events to attend and favors to give. his presence is requested by every kind of beings, alongside his trusted services to the devildom’s prince, resulting in little to no space left for your meetings. the same can be said for you, since your school life isn’t exactly giving you energy to talk to him either — so you could say you two are fair.

this evening is different from the usual, since you were invited for dinner — a rare, but pleasant occasion to find yourself in. the one who has arranged it all is, nevertheless, lord diavolo himself: though he often acts oblivious of his requests, he has a keen eye for his butler’s mental state — so it would have been only a matter of time before he found out about barbatos’ single desire to relieve his stress… you.

using the “celebration” of your school achievements as an excuse, diavolo set up these hours in his magnificent mansion just for the two of you — saying that he’s attended elsewhere and oh so unfortunately he won’t be able to remain with you even for a while longer.

this is the premise of the current moment — you are quite literally squeezing your boyfriend, hugging him from behind, while he prepares his nightly skincare routine. he’s looking at himself in the mirror, dark green eyes are inspecting his state: his hands are on both sides of the sink, slightly supporting his robust and elegant figure; his torso is covered by a black tank top — something you’d rarely have the chance to see, considering barbatos’ extreme care for a professional appearance; his cold but soft skin seems bright, almost shining, under the tender lamp’s light.

his lips are smartly moving, giving life to his thoughts, however you are too focused on him to pay attention to his words.

“[name]?”

the sudden call of your name wakes you up, but only for a second.

“mh?”

his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “are you listening to me?”.

“mmh mh”, you nod, not registering his question at all, and continue to admire him in silence.

obviously, he’s completely aware of it — after all, he’s the demon who can see through both the past and future.

with a swift movement of his body, he turns to face you, making you cling to his waist.

with his right hand, he gently holds your chin between his fingers. “would you like, my love, to share your thoughts on the matter? you seem rather unfocused tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”.

you swallow, waiting for your confidence to come back. then, you try to give back the same energy of his — since you wouldn’t like to lose to his antics, not again.

“damn, i really can’t speak right now, huh? must be because of how pretty you look, barbatos. it’s actually not fair”.

although you don’t look nearly as self-assured as him, you regain a bit of your control when you notice a hint of hesitation and bewilderment on his face.

he scoffs, looking away from your eyes — and doing so makes it evident that his ears are bright red. you catch the opportunity right away, moving his hair away from the sensitive skin.

“ah! if only the others saw you, the formidable barbatos, right now! you wouldn’t be feared so much,” you teasingly comment, preparing for his next move.

“i wouldn’t be so daring if i were in your place, [name]”, barbatos remarks jokingly — but you can never be so sure when it comes to him: as proof you have his piercing gaze fixated on your face, which conveys a message that you couldn’t otherwise pick up.

“well- i guess i’ll make it up tomorrow! aren’t you tired? it’s been an exhausting day — let’s watch a movie!” you suddenly suggest, not resisting to his towering yet fascinating aura.

he sighs as you quickly evade from his arms, though he’s suppressing a smile.

barbatos supposes he can let one person to make fun of him.

[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[sweetbeagaming]

Sweetpea 🌱☁️ DA-5107-2587-3406

A little slice of warm Japanese summer- a love letter to the hydrangea-filled Kanagawa prefecture in Japan. View Mt. Fuji, enjoy a treat at the natsumatsuri, take a stroll around town, explore the shipyard and more. This island means so much to me I couldn’t possibly put it into words. If you visit, please tag me or leave a note- I’d love to see it. 💛⭐️ Sweet dreams!

More island photos here, map and more info below ↩️

Sweetpea was finished in January 2022 but I look back very fondly on creating it so it’s been fun to see it get new life on Tumblr. I created it throughout 2020 when I was missing traveling and Japan. It honestly kept me sane. At the end of 2021 I was having a really tough time mentally. When things felt hopeless the goal of finishing Sweetpea pulled me out of it and gave me a reason to keep going. The friends I’ve made in this community are irreplaceable. Thanks to anyone who visits, you are honestly visiting a piece of my heart! 💛

There’s some goodies in the plaza train station & matsuri beach. All houses are fully decorated. Various overlook spots and pipe to Hakone Ropeway are marked on the map with white dots.

[landoom]

So, I'm finally here with all my thoughts about this video... It will be a long (and hard) ride!

Oscar is wearing a feathery boa

Thighs on full display with somee great shots of the

30sec in and Oscar is already laughing at whatever Lando is saying

45sec in and Oscar is saying "I feel like a woman"...

...and Lando wasn't ready for that!

Giggles...

Stares...

1.30 and Oscar is laughing harder...

So much effort put in finding the "hair" lyrics

More giggles...

Lando looknig at Oscar when saying "Love story"

Lando looking at Oscar when saying "You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess"

Lando saying "baby just say... " and not finishing the sentence...

...only for Oscar to do it with the cutest "yes" ever

And Lando being all happy he did it

More stares...

Oscar's tongue coming out when he look amorously at Lando (episode 3457)

Oscar saying "Beautiful" and we all know he's talking about Lando

Lando hitting Oscar's arm (that slap sound!!!)

Oscar singing with his eyes closed...

Another "beautiful" from Oscar

Around 5min30, they are just mimicking each other's position

More giggles from Oscar

Oscar just letting his head fall back... (Lando, please, bite that neck for us!!)

Lando just in awe of Oscar's voice!

Another head falling back from Oscar!

A "beautiful" from Lando this time!

Beautiful gaze exchange on the Johnny Cash part

How they decided, without words, to read a line each in turns...

A third head falling back... Oscar just laughing with his whole body as something that's not even that funny (epsiode 2587)

Oscar doubling over

Oscar's hand in hair

Oscar looking at Lando... like he's doing for probably more than half of the vid!

Oscar being a Lil Nas X fan... and an obvious inside joke between the two of them

Oscar looking at Lando while saying "I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more" (like they probably did so while listening to that song!!)

The inflatable guitar conveniently hiding Oscar's crotch

Both of them having watched Hannah Montana

Lando having X factor references

More gazes...

Lando lipsyncing to Myley Cyrus

Oscar wanting more of that apparently

Another "beautiful" from Oscar

More giggles...

Oscar laughing with is whole body again

No more guitar but the boa is now on Oscar's crotch...Not nearly hiding the bump there!!

Lando Norris bi-sitting

Oscar spending the whole end of the vid looking at Lando

Their cute faces at the end!

[ao3feed-nanago]

A Day in the Life of a Slut Malewife

by jumix Before marrying his husband, Satoru couldn’t have cared less about such things, but these days all he craves are Kento’s cock and his cum. Of course, marriage isn’t all about his wants. He endeavors to be the perfect wife, both in appearance and in practice. malewife mayhem day 2—stepford wives Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Malewife Mayhem 2k24 Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, for horny purposes, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Implied Mind Break, Mildly Dubious Consent, Crossdressing, Forced Feminization, Cock Cages, Sex Toys Under Clothing, degradation kink, (boy)pussy pumping, Anal Sex, Nipple Piercings, Gratuitous Smut via https://ift.tt/ZHP0DMl

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Sunburn its no joke.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59504899 by StarksKiddo No beach day would be complete without Steve acting as the sunscreen police. But despite all the reminders, Peter manages to forget to put any on. And he suffers the consequences. Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Relationships: Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Avengers Team Members & Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Day At The Beach, Beaches, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Sunburn, Soft Natasha Romanov, Whumptober, Whumptober 2024, Peter Parker Whump read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59504899

[the-most-unreliable-writer]

Day 7: 0/2587 words

I did not in fact feel like writing in the car and I spent most of the day in a car. Stopped to explore some caves and they were awesome. Tomorrow, I must write 3,587 words. Blaaa

[regulusblackfest]

Masterlist

And that's a wrap on this year's fest - all 28 (!!) works have been posted, and creators have been revealed. You can find the works in our ao3 collection or beneath the cut; as always, mind the tags, and leave some love <3

A huge thank you to everyone who has participated in the 4th year of this fest, whether for yet another year or the first time, whether as a writer, artist, or reader!

All the love,

the mods

Title: A Boy and his Cat AO3 username: aCanadianMuggle / @acanadianmuggle Pairing/main characters: Gen Rating: G/A Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1 603

Summary:

Regulus Black becomes an animagus specifically to spend more time with Sirius.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46110178

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Title: Umbrella Drinks AO3 username: patriceavril Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Peter Pettigrew Rating: Teen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 4201

Summary: 

Regulus and Peter escape the war and start a new life on the beach, where Regulus learns to relax, forget the past, and wear flip-flops, God help him.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46169656

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Title: by the milk-light of moon AO3 username: dalula Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Sirius Black Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage, Incest, Dubcon, Painful Sex Medium/Word Count: 2587

Summary:

Only Sirius can make him feel safe. Even if it hurts, he knows his brother loves him.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45726763

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Title: black, mirror shards AO3 username: puddinghater26 Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black & Sirius Black  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Blood/Violence/Abuse Medium/Word Count: 2,433

Summary:

“Sirius, I’m scared,” Regulus confessed, cheek pressed against the mirror. “It hurts.” His insides burned. Then, something breached the surface of the lake. Deathly pale arms and faces, water bloated and rotting. (In which Sirius DOES run away from home, but leaves Regulus with a communication mirror, and how that small change affects Regulus' future.)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46642927

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Title: A Little Bird Told Me AO3 username: MidnightStargazer Pairing/Main Characters: Gen; Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Original Character (Regulus's daughter) Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: mentions/discussion of injustice, oppression, and bigotry; canon-typical violence; minor character death; brief mentions/references to self-harm Word Count: 49,988

Summary:

In 1979, Lord Voldemort asked to borrow a house-elf, and Regulus remained silent. As a result, he never learned of the locket horcrux and remained a Death Eater until the end of the war, avoiding punishment by claiming to be a victim of the Imperius Curse.

Now, it's 1995, and the Dark Mark is burning again. Regulus, who has spent fourteen years trying to distance himself from the Death Eaters, is not exactly thrilled about this turn of events and has no desire to rejoin their ranks. Unfortunately for him, the Dark Lord does not accept resignations. What is a semi-reformed Death Eater do when the past he thought he had left behind comes back to haunt him?

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46457365/

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Title: El Reyezuelo de El Dorado AO3 Username: AmethystHeart2421 / @amethystheart2421 Pairing: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/non-con (sex on polyjuice potion), kidnapping and torture Word Count: 4,430

Summary: 

Sirius Black has made a habit of ruining Regulus's life. His support of a political rival that threatens their family's California dynasty is a step too far. Regulus decides it's time to take back what is rightfully his. He ends up getting more than he bargained for.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46456318

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Title: Good Luck AO3 username: solavonn (vonnibel) / @solavonn Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Lily Evans Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: art (no words)

Summary: 

When Lily attends the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, it’s not to cheer for James, as everyone assumes.

AO3link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/regulus_black_fest_2023/works/47003767

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Title: Moonlight Shenanigans AO3 username: Puddinghater26 Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Barty Crouch Jr. Evan Rosier, Pandora Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Violence, Implied past Child Abuse, Casual bloodpurist racism, substance abuse, underage substance abuse, Werewolf attack, crude language, Suicide attempt, casual mentions of suicide, threats of violence, reggie being a little shit Medium/Word Count: 10,516

Summary: 

Regulus tags along to investigate the whomping willow with Snape. The ‘prank’ AU in which Regulus was with Snape on that fullmoon night but wasn’t saved in time. Featuring 14-year-old newly infected Werewolf Reggie and a lot of angsty, teenage drama.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47080993

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Title: Fate and Love and a Potion for Finding It  AO3 name: Lilolilyann Pairing: Hermione Granger/Regulus Black Rating: G/A Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1883

Summary: 

Hermione doesn’t ask for much.  Hot tea. A cozy fire. Old books.  Oh, and a potion that will show her one true love.  Will it be Weasley-red she sees at the bottom of the cauldron or someone else? 

AO3 link: archiveofourown.org/works/47023795

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Title: What We Do For The Cause AO3 username: piximera / @piximera-art Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Severus Snape Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-con Medium/Word Count: 3 074

Summary:

In order to get access to some sensitive information they have to first gain access to the inner circle. Regulus is willing to do everything for Severus, even accept Voldemort's advances.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47043400

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Title: Flowers Sleep in the Winter AO3 username: daydreamerdisease / @daydreamerdisease Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/ Muggle OMC, multiple original characters Rating: Mature Warnings: MCD, terminal illness Medium/Word Count: 10,250

Summary:

Main Prompt: Regulus pining for a Muggle Summary: Instead of dying in the cave, Regulus goes into hiding in the muggle world while he figures out how to destroy the locket. He doesn't anticipate falling for a muggle, never mind one that is sick. OR Regulus cries at the movie Bambi and is never the same again.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47160751

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Title: Prawns AO3 username: wandering_thought / @w4ndering-th0ught Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/James Potter Rating: Teen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 7,459

Summary: 

“You’re a dog, Sirius?” Regulus asks. “Of all the animals in the world, your animagus is a big shaggy dog?” “Oh shut up, like you’d get something better.” “Definitely would get something better.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “Well, I guess you’ll just have to prove it now.” “I guess I will.”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47098750

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Title: Regulus Black vs Dish Washing AO3Username: writer_of_sorts / @writer_of_thoughts Pairing/main characters: No Pairing Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Medium/Word Count: 920 words

Summary: 

A short canon-divergent AU where Regulus struggles with household chores, copes with his trauma and reminisces on past events regarding the war and his childhood.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47151775

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Title: Somebody to Love AO3 username: Graceless_Lady / @gracelesslady23 Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Lily Evans, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black/James Potter Rating: Mature Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: ~15K

Summary:

Regulus had never wanted to end up as Sirius' wedding planner, but here he was, making sure everything was running smoothly with the other wedding planner, Lily Evans while his brother was off somewhere snogging Potter.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47164600

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Title: sanctuary AO3 username: unspeakable3 / @unspeakable3 Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black (Regulus & Cassiopeia Black, Regulus & Kreacher) Rating: T Warnings: Medium/Word Count: fic, 16,352

Summary:

Regulus chooses to live in hiding for many years. He slowly recovers from his experiences during the war and builds a quiet little life for himself and his thestrals. But has he recovered? And is he living?

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47174248/chapters/118857865

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Title: Rule One AO3 Username: Caiti / @caiti-creative-corner Main characters: Narcissa, Regulus, & Sirius Black Rating: G/A Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Marauders Era Medium/Word Count: 2,325 words

Summary: 

When Regulus is Sorted into Gryffindor, it changes more than one trajectory. Narcissa Black sees an opportunity . . . and what kind of Black would she be if she didn't take it.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47179129

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Title: All That Remains AO3 username: CelesteMagnolia / @celestemagnoliathewriter Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Original Female Character; Sirius Black, Walburga Black, Orion Black Rating: Mature Warnings: implied/referenced underage sex. implied/referenced suicide and suicidal thoughts. teen pregnancy. blood, gore and violence. discussions of abortion. sexism. Medium/Word Count: Fic. 53,046 words.

Summary:

Regulus Black has one goal in the fall of 1978: find a worthy, pureblood witch to marry. Walburga and Orion, his parents, have made it clear that he's got to secure the next generation of Blacks. How hard could it possibly be, when he's the heir of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, is *almost* as good looking as his older brother Sirius, and has the Dark Mark to show his devotion to the Dark Lord? Regulus will soon find out that finding the perfect witch is harder than it looks when he's engaging in war crimes, studying for his N.E.W.T.s, and trying to win the Quidditch Cup. Then, it's damn near impossible when a baby shows up on his doorstep nine months after he loses his virginity (it was all a big misunderstanding, he blames Narcissa), and stumbles into the real world for the first time in his privileged life. Despite the humorous summary, this tale is darker than it appears. Read/mind the tags.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47052514/chapters/118540876

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Title: The Day Bleeds Into Nightfall AO3 username: acari / @ghaniblue Pairing/main characters: Regulus/James Rating: Explicit Warnings: no archive warnings Medium/Word Count: 4800

Summary:

If this was Regulus' last night on earth, he would use it to ruin Sirius' favourite thing. James was in a gay Muggle club, all by himself. Regulus would send him back ruined.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47191057

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Title: In the Colossal Brain of Damnable Gods AO3 username: tenrousei_kuroi / @tenrousei-kuroi Pairing/main characters: Regulus/Sirius Rating: E Warnings: Physical violence, Rape/non-con, Incest, past/reference underage Medium/Word Count: Fic, ~10,000 words

Summary:

Deep in the lower cell block of Azkaban, Sirius Black is one of the only prisoners managing to retain a level of sanity by focusing on the depressing truth of his innocence. But Sirius hides from the Dementors a terrible weight of true guilt, a sin so soul-crushing that he vowed to never face it again. And for some time, he succeeds... Until Barty Crouch throws his son into the next cell, and Sirius finds himself getting far too close. Close enough to shake loose his own dormant secret.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47145352/chapters/118783324

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Title: Of Soulmates and Starbursts AO3 username: StayTrue / @probablyahopelessromantic Pairing/main characters: Lily Evans Potter/ Regulus Black/ James Potter Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: None That Apply Medium/Word Count: 3 330

Summary:

Regulus Black finds himself closer than he has been to Lily and James Potter in a few years. The two have officially tied the knot and not only moved into his apartment complex but the very space next door. Now, torn by past feelings for James and the knowledge that Lily and James are quite literally destined for one another, Regulus is left with complex feelings for both parties.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47232049

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Title: Rich Kid, Asshole (Paint Me as a Villain) AO3 username: Loki_Demon / @leogichidaa Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr. Rating: Mature Warnings: poisoning, torture, murder, assault, animal abuse (implied), discussion of alleged sexual assault, bigotry and slurs, child abuse Medium: Fic, Word Count: 16,569 Summary:

Regulus Arcturus Black has noble blood and noble intentions to rid the world of mudblood infiltrators and bring the muggles to their knees where they rightly belong. Unfortunately, the world is massively unjust and, through no fault of his own, his plans go horribly awry.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47171086/chapters/118849576

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Title: Life goes On AO3 username Grey_Kenaz / @green-and-grey-kenaz Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black, Horace Slughorn, Minerva McGonagall, OC DADA Professor Rating: Gen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 2945 Summary: 

Regulus tackled the horcrux before completing his Hogwarts education, and he survives. He returns to Hogwarts and it's as though nothing has changed for everyone else and the dark lord doesn't know his horcrux has been taken. But everything has changed for Regulus.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47332498

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Title: Patience, Plots, and (Broken) Promises AO3 username: DepravedDesires Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Sirius Black, Sirius Black/James Potter, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Rating: E Warnings: Noncon Medium/Word Count: Fanfiction, 12.5k Summary: 

Instead of blasting Sirius off of the family tree, Walburga Black sets something even more sinister in motion. Pitting son against son, which Black brother will come out on top? or Regulus Black is not as helpless as he appears to be.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47345560

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Title: could we pretend (this won't end?) AO3 username: a_sentimental_man / @a-sentimental-man Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/Harry Potter Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: Fic, 4483 Summary: 

For the Prompt: Set after Deathly Hallows, ignoring the epilogue, and with Regulus already out of Hogwarts: Regulus knows better than to mess with objects in Grimmauld Place, but he has been brewing over books on Horcruxes for hours and didn't pay attention. There's a lurch and a lot of dizziness, and suddenly Grimmauld Place looks like it hasn't seen a living person in decades. There is a boy of Regulus' age though, looking exactly as exhausted and done with the world as Regulus feels. Regulus survived the cave filled with Inferi. Sometimes - like when he's hurled through time into a future that is incredibly different from his own - he couldn't help but wish he didn't.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/regulus_black_fest_2023/works/47334193

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Title: Goodbye Lullaby AO3 username: LimeOfMagicLimo / @limetimo Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black & Sirius Black Rating: Gen Warnings: None Apply (could be MCD depending on reader's interpretation) Medium/Word Count: 5.5k Summary:

Prompt: Age Swap between Regulus and Sirius. Regulus was the firstborn son and heir instead while Sirius was the younger but still unruly brother. Life for Regulus was fine and he was doing fine. He was the perfect pureblood son for the noble house of Black. He has done well in school, being sorted in Slytherin, getting good grades, and making connections with other pureblooded or talented witches and wizards. He also had a younger brother who, though unruly and filled with mischief, Regulus loved dearly. Everything was fine. Until his mother hit Sirius for simply wearing red and golden instead of green and silver and the whispers of a coming war grew louder. Written while listening exclusively to the Goodbye Lullaby album by Avril Lavigne.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47376688

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Title: Home is not a place AO3 username: regulusarchieblack / @regulusarchieblack Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black & Original Child Character Rating: Gen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 3077 Summary: 

Regulus was told - implicitly - that this was not the order of things. But he knew he could never let go.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47526781

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Title: down in alabama they like home-cooked fare AO3 username: griddlebones / @elvendorx Pairing/main characters: regulus black & sirius black Rating: teen+ Warnings: none Medium/Word Count: fic, 2729 Summary:

The House of Black is not made for the drawn-out press of summer. They come from the night sky, scattered pricks of polished dust that push out of the darkness, as old as the nothingness itself, suspended the freeze that wipes out the rest of the cosmos.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47401354

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Title: do you have a best friend? AO3 username: coincidences / @ncoincidences Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black & his daughter Rating: Gen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 16,000 approx. Summary:

It's 1985, Regulus and his daughter have just moved into Hogsmeade to start a new life, when Dumbledore comes on their doorstep with a request.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47532421/chapters/119790268

[ao3feed-zukka]

lacuna

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/DB4J8Xr by icansmelltheghostsofsmoke (n.) a blank space, a missing part or, Zuko and Sokka meet for the first time in two years and they're living in the same cramped apartment. The last time they spoke, it was screaming their heads off at one another and would've involved fists if teachers hadn't stepped in. Hopefully this time will be better. Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Zuko (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar) Relationships: eventual Sokka/Zuko - Relationship, Sokka & Zuko (Avatar), Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Katara & Sokka (Avatar), The Gaang & Zuko (Avatar) Additional Tags: Roommates, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Slow Burn, Bad Parent Ozai (Avatar), Mentioned Ozai (Avatar), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Eventual Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Zuko-centric (Avatar), (and sokka centric sort of because the POV shifts sometimes), Zuko (Avatar) Needs a Hug, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/DB4J8Xr

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Learning To Fly

by zeckrost Basically my own take/wishes on how I want/headcanon stuff after Nightwing 2024 Issue #111 ~Nightwing is now afraid of heights, and doesn’t know what to do. Everything is in Bruce’s pov. Nightwing is immune to fear toxin so Scarecrow gets involved and it results in Bruce asking Constantine, Jason, Barry and Cyborg for help to save Dick Grayson Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Barry Allen, Batfamily Members (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Constantine - Character, John Constantine, Cyborg (Character) Additional Tags: Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Protective John Constantine, Protective Barry Allen, Family Fluff, Family Feels, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Angst (DCU), Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Mentioned Alfred Pennyworth via https://ift.tt/3ki5dLt

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

When the Moon Calls

by dappledsilversundew

Caitlyn, a vampire and enforcer, has been assigned an undercover mission to gather intel on the infamous, but mysterious, gang of werewolves called the Moonfighters. The goal? Quell any uprisings in the undercity, and use the intel she gathers to destroy each werewolf gang in the undercity, one-by-one.

She doesn't expect, though, to have an annoying, cocky, -- and yes, admittedly hot -- werewolf to contend with.

Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends), Finn (Arcane: League of Legends), Singed (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Margot (Arcane: League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Vampires, Werewolves, guess what y'all it's a vampire x werewolf au, Vampire Caitlyn (League of Legends), Werewolf Vi (League of Legends), Actual plot, Smut, Eventual Smut, Enemies to Lovers, Tenderness, Tension, Sexual Tension, Undercover Missions, Hurt/Comfort, mild Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, fr they don't play a big part in this story, no beta we die like powder, happy ending dw, Blood Drinking, but sensual

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

04. Hallucinations

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59455453 by Anything00but Peter knows he was happy at some point in his life. He had been happy for a long time but something had changed. But he cannot for the life of him remember what had changed. He knew he had been happy, then he had been sad. He had been sadder than ever before in his life. The crushing sorrow and pain had been present in his mind for weeks. To the point he wasn’t sure he would survive. But he isn’t sad anymore. Something changed. And he doesn't know what. Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of Whumptober 2024 Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Derek Hale Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Emotional, Sad, Sad Ending, Adult Stiles Stilinski, Established Relationship, Hallucinations, Good Peter Hale, Character Death, Mates, True Mates, Angst, Denial of Feelings, Emotional Hurt, Whumptober 2024 Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59455453

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 03: Set Up For Failure

Wrongfully arrested accused + "I warned you"

2587 Words; Betrothal AU

TW for injury, a dubiously consensual kiss

AO3 ver

Cole grimaced.

The distant sounds of a crowd filtered in through the bars of the arena door. He kicked the punching bag before him for lack of anything better to do, only to immediately feel weird—Chen had put a picture of Jay’s face on it. Because of course he did.

None of the others had come to visit him before the fight—but if he peered across the arena, he could make out a splash of red and green on Jay’s end: Kai and Lloyd. Cole sighed. He supposed he deserved it—he should have told them. Should have pulled them all aside and showed them the pendant and let them know, on his terms. Instead, he’d kept it close to his chest because—because what? He was embarrassed? He didn’t know how to broach the subject? He thought he could hide it away forever?

“Stupid.” Cole muttered. And now look where not talking had gotten him: the tattoo on his back revealed, and none of the others talking to him. He certainly hadn’t helped their impressions of him by refusing to show it, either. And Chen’s timing on announcing the fight—which was supposed to be scheduled for later, dammit Chen—definitely hadn’t helped. He wondered if Skylor had snitched, or if Chen had had cameras or something in the bunks. The latter seemed more likely.

And now Cole was slated to fight Jay, when they were still so raw from the perfect match debacle—and with the reveal of the tattoo fresh, and all of his friends thinking he was the spy. Cole almost had to hand it for Chen—the man knew how to play other people to his advantage.

Towards the other side of the arena, Kai and Lloyd were leaving. Cole wished he knew what they had said to Jay. He wished one of them had come to his end, so he could at least try to explain—even if the thought of talking about the pendant hidden under his gi made him want to vomit.

The bars disappeared down into the earth with a groan. Chen was speaking as Cole put up his mask, voice amplified by the speakers, announcing Jay and Cole’s elements—

Too late! Cole launched out of his corner and into the open arena to dodge the blast of lightning Jay sent his way. Jay shrieked, another bolt cutting the air—Cole pulled up a wall of dirt from beneath the sandy arena floor, dodging to the side in one fluid motion.

Cole didn’t want to fight his friend. He wanted to punch Jay in the face. He wanted this fight to be done with so they could talk. He wanted off of this island, and away from Chen and marriages and betrayals and broken hearts. He wanted to see Zane again.

“No wonder you turned traitor!” Jay shrieked, lunging forwards. “Since you’re the least valuable ninja!”

Cole really wanted to punch Jay in the face.

“Do you have to overreact to everything?!” Cole demanded, pulling rocks up from the ground and launching them—not quite at Jay, but close enough to break his concentration and force him to dodge. “I don’t want to fight you!” He did, but not like this. Not with a crowd watching their every move and the tension turned up by the madman currently narrating their fight like a sports match. Not like this. Never like this.

“That tattoo on your back says otherwise!” Jay shrieked, lightning arcing off his hands. Cole launched a final rock, and it exploded into dust as Jay blasted it.

Oh, Jay wanted a fight? Cole would give him a fight. “Eat dirt, Bluebell!” He didn’t aim just off of Jay, this time—Jay blasted three rocks and dodged away from the last two. He had always been too quick for Cole to really nail down. It was what made them equal matches, despite Cole’s strength.

The crowd melted away in Cole’s perception, until it was just him and Jay and the arena between them. Adrenaline and anger blasted through his body, the pendant’s weight forgotten in the heat and sweat of the moment. The air smelled like dust and ozone. Cole kicked out, sending a whole wash of sand directly at Jay.

Jay exploded, lighting blasting everything around him as he shrieked, turning patches of sand into glass. Completely unworkable for Cole, who growled, launching himself forwards and tackling Jay to the sand. He got a fist to the face for his troubles, and he pinned Jay’s head to the sand with a hand on his face.

“Mrmph!” Jay yelled, then licked Cole’s hand. When that didn’t work, he grabbed Cole’s shoulders and—PAIN! Cole hollered as he-didn’t-fucking-know-how-many volts coursed through him, and Jay shoved him off to the side.

Cole twitched, waiting for feeling to return to his limbs, and Jay stood. “Hurts, doesn’t it?” He scoffed. “That’s what your betrayal feels li—”

Jay flew backwards with a grrk from the force of Cole’s uppercut. Cole was quick to press the advantage, rushing up despite the twinge all up and down his body—dammit, what did Jay shoot him up with, a whole lightning storm?—dirt and rock building around his fists in anticipation of the lightning Jay was going to shoot his way any minute now—

No lightning. Cole paused, really looking at Jay for the first time since the fight was announced that morning. He was rubbing gingerly at his jaw—shit, Cole hadn’t held back on that punch, had he?—hair frizzing up from the overuse of electricity. He didn’t look like an enemy. He looked like a friend. Obnoxious and annoying, but still—a friend.

“What are we doing?” Cole asked quietly. “I don’t want to fight you.” He lowered his hands. “You’re not my enemy.” He glanced up at the stands, at the sea of cultists and the splashes of red, green, and orange amongst the competitors, and then up at Chen, and scowled. “Chen is.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Jay hissed, scooting away as he stood. “You wouldn’t have that tattoo on your back if you weren’t—!” He cut himself off, lightning crackling between his fingertips.

“I’m sorry.” Cole said.

Jay paused. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” Cole repeated. “I never meant to hurt you, when we were fighting over Nya. If I knew it would destroy our friendship, I’d take it all back.” The pendant’s weight was a constant against his chest. The air smelled like dust, sweat, and ozone. The audience was… not quite cheering, but plenty of them were still jeering for violence.

“Well,” Jay started, “If we’re being honest, I was upset about losing Nya—but I take blame for that!—and I was more upset about losing you.”

Cole’s chest tightened, his heart lurching.

“We used to be good friends!” Jay continued.

“The best, right?” Cole replied. “We should have been honest with each other, instead of bottling it all up.” He should have been honest. Cole let the dirt and rocks fall away from his hands, reaching up to grab at the chain of his pendant and reveal it—

“You say that, but,” Jay started, and Cole froze, “why do you have an anacondrai tattoo on your back, Cole?” It wasn’t quite an accusation, but Cole felt judged all the same.

Cole grimaced, glancing away. He opened his mouth—though what he was going to say, he didn’t know—

“Is it Zane?” Jay asked, expression suddenly so soft that Cole could barely stand it. “Did Chen promise you’d get to see him alive again, if you joined his cult?” There was something pleading in his eyes, like he wanted Cole to say yes.

Cole grimaced. “I wish.” He muttered. Wouldn’t that be so noble of him? To have sold his soul to Chen just for the chance to see Zane again—instead of the reality of the pendant tucked beneath his gi.

“Then why?” Oh, Cole did not like the hurt in Jay’s voice. The betrayal in the others’—in his family’s—eyes when they’d seen the tattoo hurt. He never meant for things to go like this. He’d thought it could all blow over, that he and Skylor could figure something out—

Fuck it. Cole reached beneath his collar and grabbed the pendant, yanking it out and letting it fall onto his chest. It gleamed in the arena lights, the shape too distinctive to be anything other than half of a yin-yang pendant. 

Jay’s eyes widened. “Is that—” His hands hung at his sides, now—the fight was over at this point. Even if Chen was starting to get bored, he hadn’t said or done anything, and Cole didn’t think he could do anything to start the fight anew. Not with the pendant and its burden finally out in the open.

“It was arranged before either of us were born.” Cole spat, needing to get the words out as soon as possible. “I got that tattoo years ago, Jay—I don’t like Chen at all.” He was rambling, now, the mumbling of the crowd a distant sensation, unimportant in the face of the words spilling past his lips in a rush. “Skylor and I have a plan, maybe, I don’t actually know if I can trust her but she’s still my friend and I just want to see Zane, fuck, Zane—”

“Skylor?” Jay asked, “What’s she got to do with anything?”

Oh, yeah. Cole probably should have mentioned that. “She’s Chen’s daughter—”

He didn’t get another step closer before rock exploded from the ground in front of Jay, smacking him in the face. In the same breath, the whole arena trembled, and Cole stumbled back. He barely managed to stay on his feet instead of falling on his ass, his arms swinging out—

Something hard and heavy hit him on the head, and he finally fell on his ass, clutching at his head as he groaned.

Jay lay still where he had been knocked flat, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest.

“Wh—” Cole glanced at shimmery green at his side—the Jade Blade! It had fallen from its place on the pillar.

Cole—he didn’t—he hadn’t done that. Cole did not call upon the earth to—to hit Jay. That wasn’t—he didn’t—that wasn’t him—

“WINNER!” Chen declared, “MASTER OF EARTH MOVES ON!”

Cole looked up at the audience. Green, Red, and the green and white of Garmadon’s robes, all their expressions unreadable. And only a few paces away from them, a blot of orange amongst the crowd.

Cole’s eyes widened in understanding. He scowled, glaring up at Skylor and then Chen as Jay disappeared down into a sudden hole. Fuck. Fuck this. Fuck all of this, this farce of a tournament—

He spared the other ninja only a single glance before running for the exit, pendant thumping against his chest. If he remembered right, there was a tunnel entrance—there! Behind the punching bag. He needed to—he didn’t know. He didn’t know. This wasn’t supposed to happen—he didn’t DO THAT! That—the earth attacking Jay, just as they were starting to make up—that wasn’t him!

Cole ran through the tunnels for what felt like forever and no time at all, pendant swinging free the entire time. He ran until his chest burned, throat tight as his eyes pricked with frustrated tears. He ran through tunnels he only half-recognized from faded memories, not caring if he got lost, just that he got away—

“Cole.” And there was Skylor, standing directly in his way, hand on the wall as she stared at him. Cole froze, hands clenching and unclenching. Skylor nodded to her right, and ducked into an alcove. Cole followed her, his chest a rush of anger-fear-disappointment-worry-fear-fear-FEAR.

“You.” He breathed, suddenly very angry. “Skylor, what the hell.” Why would she—why did she have to—ugh, he couldn’t think.

“What else was I supposed to do?” Skylor asked, defensive. “My father wanted a fight!”

“So you interfere with ours?” Cole asked, “You could have hurt Jay!” She probably did, he realized—Jay most likely had a concussion, after getting knocked out via a rock to the face. “We could have figured it out!”

“No, you couldn’t.” Skylor grasped Cole’s hands in hers, her expression softening. “I’m sorry. I reacted. But it’s for the best, Cole.”

Cole ripped his hands away. “You got my best friend thrown down a hole, Sky.” He wasn’t even angry, anymore—not at Skylor, who still existed in his head and heart as the best friend from his childhood. If only Chen wasn’t so… Cole shook his head. This whole island sucked.

“And I kept you in the tournament.” Skylor argued. “Don’t try to tell me you wouldn’t have given the blade to him—I know you, Cole.”

“At least I wouldn’t have been concussed or worse!” Cole wanted off this island. He couldn’t leave until he found Zane. He wanted Zane off this island.

“And my father would have been pissed!” Skylor hissed. “Do you know how much harder he would have made it for everyone if you two actually made up? If I hadn’t made you look like—” She broke off, jaw working as she searched for the words. “It’s safer for everyone if my father thinks his plans are working. If he thinks you’re loyal to him.”

“I’m not.” Cole grunted. His face fell and he looked at Skylor, really looked at her. At the way she held herself, shoulders drawn back, hair starting to come loose from her ponytail, face bordering between sullen and carefully-hidden panic. “You shouldn’t be loyal to him, either.” He murmured, leaning forwards.

Skylor scoffed. “I wish.” She muttered, then froze as she realized what she just said. “It doesn’t matter. My father always gets what he wants. Always.” She shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s safer to just keep your head down and go along with it.”

Cole opened his mouth to speak when Skylor’s eyes widened. She surged forwards, one hand snaking around his waist while the other grabbed the back of Cole’s head. She dragged him back so that she was pressed between him and the wall, and then her lips were against his—

Cole grunted, arms hanging limply at his sides. He tried to pull away—he could hear footsteps. Her fingers tangled into his hair, and she made a sound that might be described as a moan. Cole repressed the urge to pull away, to step away from the heat of her body and the feel of her lips on his, pleasant to some deeper part of him but still so uncomfortable—

The footsteps receded with a pair of snickers—patrolling cultists. Cole and Skylor remained pressed together for a moment longer, Cole resting his hands against the wall as though he were boxing her in against it.

Eventually, they parted, Cole breathing deeply to try and quell the rising panic clawing at his chest.

“You’re my friend, Cole.” Skylor said, cupping his face in her hands. “My only friend.” Her expression hardened. “I’m going to get you through this safely, even if I have to throw your allies into the fire to do it.”

Cole pulled back, grabbing her hands in his own and pushing them away. “If you think I’m just going to stand by and let you,” He let go of her hands, and turned to leave, “then you don’t know me well enough to call me a friend.” He grabbed the pendant, and tucked it back under his shirt, once again hidden from prying eyes.

“And if you do that, I’m not sure I can call you a friend, either.”

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I was never prepared to lose you

by aRandomDutchGirl First prince week 2024 day 6: soulmates ** Soulmate au where your soulmate mark dissapears if your soulmate dies and well it hurts , like a lot, you can ask Alex. His family thought he was having a heartattack when he scramed in pain and grabbed his chest but no he wasn't dying, his soulmate was. Except their is a twist. Your soulmate mark also dissapears if your soulmate goes through emotional pain so badly they  feel like they are dying. Once your soulmate heals from their trauma or grief your soulmate mark will come back. But this is a very rare occurence, most people who lose their soulmate mark lost their soulmate and never get their mark or their soulmate back. Alex never made peace with losing his soulmate until he fell inlove with the sweetest man and no longer cared about what could have been because henry was all he wanted. One night while they are talking in bed Alex feels the same pain in his chest again. Henry thinks he is having a heartattack but Alex knows better, his soulmate mark is coming back. So his soulmate didn't die afterall. Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Rwrb: First prince week 2023&2024 Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Established Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, True Love, Romance via https://ift.tt/VpdYk4B

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Sunburn its no joke.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59504899 by StarksKiddo No beach day would be complete without Steve acting as the sunscreen police. But despite all the reminders, Peter manages to forget to put any on. And he suffers the consequences. Words: 2587, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner Relationships: Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Avengers Team Members & Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Day At The Beach, Beaches, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Sunburn, Soft Natasha Romanov, Whumptober, Whumptober 2024, Peter Parker Whump read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/59504899