#HE LIMITS HIS VOCABULARY TO KEEP OTHERS SAFE

[mik0is0bored]

I don't care if people use the Inumaki edit audio for other characters Inumaki is the original🗣🔥

[licorishh]

Y'all I've had that one Inumaki edit on repeat in my head all day he is so frickin cool 😭🙏 that's my son right there your honor

[sashi-ya]

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫𝑺 ⛈ [chapter 2: nothing goes as planned] 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭! 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

⇝ Interactive fic format welcome to the second chapter! remember, this is an interactive fic! how does it work? by the end of the chapter you will find a poll section where you will be able to vote for what's coming in the next one! what will reader do? what will be the consequences? have fun! ⇝ tw: the story is set to be an awakening for reader. you will find topics as loneliness, hints of depression and suicidal tendencies. be specially careful if this topics are triggering for you. This chapter contains: suggestive language, not fully +18. Alcohol usage. airplane vocabulary, nothing too fancy. ⇝ don't forget to vote at the end of every chapter! ⇝ masterlist

“Please, my plans aren’t more important that any life?” you scoff, as you climb the few steps of the plane ladder. “My plans are more important than most of the lives of all of you”

You turn around, making your hair swift with the motion. What an attractive devil Law has right in front of him…

“If you are scared to fly, just say it” you keep mocking him, letting your body weight be only carried by your right arm that gripped the little handle on the plane’s fuselage.

Law’s eyes fix on yours. His frown intensifies, and you can clearly read his mind; “what an immature, whimsical woman she is” -or maybe, that’s just your inner voice.

A sudden blinding light strikes you both, followed by a loud strong explosive noise. You jump, scared, letting go of the handle… falling back; right in warm, strong arms.

“Tch… it was just thunder” he huffs, holding you tightly.

You can see his sharp mandible, the muscles of his neck. The scent of his skin, perfumed with soft manly notes, reaches your nostrils; and for the first time in months the muscles on your lower belly, spasm.

“You surely want to die, don’t you… (Name)-ya?” he mutters; while helping you stand back on your feet.

Had you fall in any other situation, probably nobody had been able to catch you; but tonight, as if everything that had been happening today was a damn analogy, you fell in -and probably for- the arms of a tattooed angel.

“Boss. Call me boss… and thank you” you start your speech annoyed, you finished embarrassed. You stand back up, feeling your skin complain as his hands abandon  your arms.

“You aren’t my boss. Get in the plane, it’s dangerous to stay here. We could be strike by lighting if we are outside” he grunts, looking away from your clearly hot -ashamed- cheeks.

Quickly, you climb the ladder again. This time, you immediately get inside the plane. Safe and sound, with your heart racing and your insides… shaking.

You sit on the first office seat in the cockpit, looking at everything else but him. A slight tremble takes over your hands, and you still have no exactly idea why.

“Checklist?” you mumble, extending your arm towards him as he sits right by your side.

Law sits back, relaxed.

“You still wanna fly after all…” he laughs, sarcastically. “Shouldn’t you start by fastening your seatbelt? he continues, stretching over the middle console towards you.

Inked hands skilfully -and goddamn sexily- grab the seatbelt to tighten it around your hips and over your lower belly.

Yet again, your muscles tense. And your core, begs you to give it some kind of relief.

“I can do it myself” you grunt. “You can, but you won’t do it. Apparently I am here to babysit you, rather than flying” he says, crossing a limit nobody dared to cross before with you.

Too stunned to speak, your eyelid twitches. In between wanting to slit his throat with your nails and letting him keep humiliating you… you chose to stay silent.

The roaring sky ahead catches your attention, leaving the bodily demands aside.

“Let’s go” you order. “Let’s go…” he complies.

A soft vibrating motion takes over your body as the plane engines turn on; the nose faces the private runway ahead and it’s a matter of minutes since you begin to race to be airborne. Of course, illegally… that’s it.

The stronger winds play with the flexible wings while still on the ground, and the last checks before the departure get the best of your attention.

But, not everything seems to be going your way -that is, of course, if you underestimate the weather conditions-.

Law proceeds to check an essential part of the aircraft; two devices that basically allow the plane to fly.

His hands, turn on the switch. But it does nothing. He does it again. Nothing.

“Flaps not working” Law informs. “Wha- FLAPS NOT WORKING?” you protest, believing it has to be some kind of joke or him being not well trained enough.

But in fact, Law was not wrong. And your old trusty freedom device, has a tremendous failure that wont allow you to fly.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?!” you scream, with the plane still taxiing towards the needed position on the runway.

Law, amazed, looks at you with open eyes. It is, perhaps, the first time you have let someone else to see such reaction; you are known for being serious and of course, put up while being under stressful situations.

Not only the flaps check fails, but also engine number one stops all of a sudden. There is, at least to you, no possible cause for this happening but destiny playing its part to annoy you.  

“Nothing seems to go as planned” Law scoffs, however this time a little bit creeped out. Had that failure taken place during the crucial moments of the flight, consequences would have been a lot more serious.

“Fuck this shit” you repeat, as both of you stop the remaining working engine and you take your headset off with a non-very womanly manner.

The truth is that you are both on that -useless- metallic capsule, stranded on the middle of the runway. With no, now, possible way to go back to the hangar.

“I’m getting off this shit” you spit, venously. “With pouring rain AND a high chance of getting stricken by lightning?” Law says, getting comfortable as he is prepared to wait for the storm to pass until going back.

You sigh. A sign of tiredness and weakness? Maybe. But you just can’t deal with this yourself anymore. That important meeting you had in London, really needed to be attended.

“You know what? Never mind. You are right” you stand up, crawling on top of the middle console. Legs are exhibited, legs are shown off. Your legs are adored by Law’s steel eyes.

You walk towards the back of the jet; for your comfort, just two rows of seats have been left and the rest have been taken away to give enough space for the remaining seats to be extended as beds.

You flop into one of them, playing with the buttons on the arm rest to adjust your seat to you preference. Your legs needed a rest. Your head, as well.

Law, who is still on the copilot’s seat, admires in awe every of your movements. Is he allowed to sit next to you? to turn his seat to the bed settings, too?

“If you want something to drink, grab yourself something from the fridge on the right” you mumble, with your left forearm covering your eyes and your right index pointing at the minibar section on your side.

Law, like a snow leopard does during winter storms, slides silently to the back.

He is, probably, not thirsty for drinks quite exactly. But, he scans the mini fridge anyway.

The only light that is now shining inside is the one coming from the minibar. And of course, the thunder outside.

From champagne to the finest liquors, there is a wide range of alcoholic elixirs. Swiss chocolate, and various snacks are also there for him to grab.

“Wait, you might be a little too young to drink” you stand up, just a little, to look at him. Trying to piss him off, maybe as a way of entertaining yourself while the plane rocks softly to the wind storm outside.

“I’m perfectly legal, what-“ Law seems confused, he is not sure if you are joking or not. In any case, and moved by those daring simple words, he picks the strongest liquor to drink.

You smirk, just a little. You are still a boss…  “No glasses, bring the bottle”

Law also smirks; “right from the bottle? She must be desperate”

You sit comfortably, while he does the same right by your side. The fuselage is anything but spacious, but it is enough for you two to fit at least a few inches from the other.

“You go first… lady” he murmurs, giving you the heavy bottle of thousands of euros.

You snatch it off from his tattooed hand, nails scratching his palm making his skin to turn all bumpy.

The plop of the crystal plug and the immediate ethyl scent reaches your nostrils.  It smells like a tomorrow’s headache, like a pain on your right side of your body and of course of many bad decisions to be taken from now on.

And there it goes, the first drop and the following and the next one, reaching your lips and tongue, burning its pass through your throat. It floods your worries, or maybe it make them even worse.

Thing is, the right hand of that inked hottie finally takes the bottle of your lips with a soft but precise snatch.

“My turn” he mutters, fixing his intense eyes on your already blurred ones.

“Just a little, I must warn you… it’s strong” you urge.

He scoffs, and with a sexy smirk he tips up the bottle.

You can’t help but bite a little bit of your inside of your mouth, as he swallows that alcoholic liquid. The way his Adam’s apple move with each gulp, and the muscles of his neck moving along with it… it is just pure erotic artistry.

“Maybe that’s what I like the most about this… deadly, strong but also a little bit weak” he says, with an even raspier low voice. Because sure, he was making a comment on your liquor..

You shake your head to ease the enchantment; but the shiny lips that he now shows off are making you nervous.

“My. Turn.” You word, even if that seemed difficult to do. “You are trying to get drunk, (Name)-ya?” he laughs, shaking the bottle right by your nose and taking it away from you while your clumsy hands try to grab it.

Yet again, humiliated. Why can’t I react? Why my body keeps moving on its own? Am I a girl trying to take a toy from another kid?

You crawl a little on top of the armrests that separates your chair from his. Your skirt lifts just a little, but still exposing more than what Law could have asked for. Your shirt, that has stopped looking professional, opens just enough to make the man in front of you on the verge of hardness.

“Give it back” you order -plead-. “Say please” Law takes the risk, and orders you back.

You open your eyes bigger, noticing how close your bodies have become.

“Please, give it back” you mutter, embarrassing yourself once more.

Law smiles, this time looking like a demon. “Open wide, you are already a little tipsy… just a little bit would be enough”

Without hesitation you open your mouth; your tongue, a little outside your mouth, rests on your lower lip. Like a thirsty, brainless slave of him, you wait.

“That’s…” Law gasps. He wasn’t expecting such reaction. “Ok… then, open wide…”

[sodoshame]

please please PLEASE write something with regressed!phantom being seen by dew for the first time. maybe it’s during the time that dew is mean to phantom because he took aethers place? something like that

thanks shadow! always love ur fics

Hello sweet anon! Sorry this took so long, I’m working my way through requests :) I hope this is what you are after!

Requests are still open if anyone wants anything, I’ll get to it when I can :)

Honey.

Regressed!Phantom & Dewdrop.

A/N: SFW like all my agere fics of course! Dew is a little mean at first but he gets nicer I swear. I also wrote this really fast on my phone so I apologise in advance!

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Dewdrop was the only one up this late; the rumbling of the tour bus wasn’t lulling him to sleep like it usually did, so he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of his bunk to go and sit on the couch in the main area of the bus.

The ghoul had been sitting on the couch for almost an hour now, watching the TV at a low volume so it didn’t disturb anyone else. Upon hearing the door to the bunk area click open, Dew looked over, trying to make out who the figure in the doorway was. He squinted slightly, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark. The figure stepped forwards, the light from the TV illuminating him.

“Phantom? What do you want?” Dewdrop asked, his tone unnecessarily harsh. The young ghoul squeaked out a response, too quiet to hear.

“Fuck’s sake, speak up would you!?” Dew snapped, clenching his jaw.

Phantom stepped forwards again, allowing Dew to see him properly. The quintessence ghoul had the spade of his tail in his mouth, gently suckling on it. His hair was sticking up all over the place and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He’d been crying.

Dewdrop sighs irritably, not quite yet realising the state of the poor ghoul.

“Speak, would you? Or go bother someone else.” Dew mutters, turning his attention back to the TV. He hears a little whimper from Phantom; he groans and looks back at him.

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?!” Dew snaps again.

That does it. Phantom bursts into tears.

“I- I had b-bad dream. Swissy i-is sleeping.” Phantom manages to stutter out between his sobs. His vocabulary is limited and his voice is muffled around his tail that is still in his mouth.

Immediately, Dew’s eyes widen. He hadn’t realised the state that the younger ghoul was in; Phantom was regressed and Dew had just yelled at him, making him burst into tears. The older ghoul sighs, standing up from the couch.

“Fuck- I mean shit- damn it! Okay, alright… Phantom?” Dew mumbles as he slowly approaches Phantom. The young ghoul backs away slightly, still sobbing.

“Hey, come on. I’m not gonna hurt you, quint.” Dew says, his voice softening. He holds his arms out to Phantom, offering him to come closer.

As Phantom toddled over to Dew, the fire ghoul realised just how little Phantom was; he was wobbly on his feet, sucking on the spade of his tail like a pacifier. Even the way he’s crying. He was regressed much younger than Dew had seen any of the other ghouls be.

“Oh, you’re really little right now, aren’t you?” Dew coos softly. Once Phantom is close enough, Dewdrop wraps him in a gentle hug and softly rubs his back.

Phantom says nothing, but allows himself to be wrapped in Dew’s arms. His crying has calmed down a little, but there are still tears running down his cheeks and his breathing is shaky.

“I’m sorry, little quint. I didn’t mean to shout at you, I didn’t realise that you’re-”

Dewdrop pauses and sighs.

“I shouldn’t have shouted at you, end of.” He mumbles.

The fire ghoul leads Phantom to the couch, getting him to sit down. Dew wraps his arms around the young ghoul, pulling him to his chest.

Phantom lets out a little whimper as he cries, burying his face into Dew’s shoulder.

“Shh, shh, shh. Don’t cry, honey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through Phantom’s messy hair, keeping one arm wrapped around him. The young ghoul brings his tail back to his mouth, suckling on it once again; Dew frowns as he watches him.

“Hey, quint, don’t do that please. It’s not good for your your tail, you’ll end up hurting it.” Dew says softly, trying to pull the tail out of the quintessence ghouls mouth. Phantom whines and looks up at Dew with big watery eyes. Dewdrop sighs, then fumbles about in his back pocket.

“Can you try this for me? It’s Mountain’s, but I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing it.” He says, pulling a pacifier from his pocket and offering it to the young ghoul.

Phantom lets his tail drop out of his mouth and cautiously leans his face closer to the pacifier. Dew gently pushes it against his lips, encouraging him to take it. Phantom does, taking it into his mouth hesitantly. After a few minutes, he looks up at the older ghoul, grinning around the pacifier.

“You like the paci, bug?” Dew questions, stroking his fingers through Phantom’s hair. Phantom nods, softly sucking on the pacifier as he looks up at Dew.

“Maybe we’ll have to get you your own, huh? That sounds like a good idea?”

Phantom nods excitedly and starts shuffling around on couch, eventually planting himself on Dew’s lap. He curls up against him and nuzzles his face into the fire ghoul’s chest. Dewdrop watches him with a raised eyebrow and lets out a slight chuckle as Phantom settles himself in his lap.

“Oh, just gettin’ comfy, hm?” Dew coos softly, wrapping his arms back around Phantom’s body.

The quintessence ghoul hums quietly in response, already closing his eyes. He mumbles something into Dew’s chest.

“T’ank you, Dewy.”

Dewdrop all but feels his heart melt; he places a soft kiss to the top of Phantom’s head and cradles him to his chest.

“You’re welcome, baby bug.” Dew mumbles into Phantom’s hair.

Maybe he should give the new quintessence ghoul more of a chance. Maybe he shouldn’t take his anger about Aether on Phantom.

From that night on, Dewdrop vowed to himself that he wouldn’t ever hurt the young ghoul again; nor would he let anyone else.

[lupunsus]

who’d u reckon would own a bunny hybrid? 👀

im not gonna sugarcoat it anon, but bunny hybrids are the common hybrid to get among perverted degenerates, and underneath all the complicated layers these yanderes have is just some horny perv who think they're doing a good thing by taking them in. We all know the truth, though.

im gonna ramble under the cut, but as always, be sure to check out @cinnamonest as their hybrid writings inspired this blog into existence

warning: nsfw. bottom reader. gorou forces himself on reader, but i try to avoid being specific. tighnari thinks about it but drugs you instead. overall horny canine boys who can't decide whether to eat or fuck bunny hybrid 😔

in the future, all works with nsfw will be tagged with #.luspicy

Gorou:

God, just thinking about a bunny hybrid,, i know cinnamonest wrote about gorou having a cat hybrid, but like, I can't stop remembering Beastars and (I stopped watching it but I'll get back into it again) how fitting a floppy eared little bunny would be for him. Gorou. A war general in an environment where everything is peaceful, and there isn't much to do to let out all that excess energy.

I like to think that Gorou would meet his bunny darling while out on patrol. Of course, Watatsumi Island is peaceful now, but there's still some bandits and the like lurking about. When he sees them shivering in a cage, knees tucked to their chest and crying, it does something to him that he doesn't understand himself. You just look so...delicious.

You, seeing this dog towering over you with this crazed look in his eyes, makes you thankful that there's a cage separating the two of you. Even when he "kindly" asks if you know where the key is, you adamantly shake your head no. It's obvious he wants to eat you! He's even drooling! Staying in the cage is definitely safer than trusting this deranged predator looking as if he's finally found the prey of his dreams.

Gorou is strong anyway. He doesn't need something like a key to free you. It only helps in scaring you more when he rips the cage open with a smile on his face. Having you clinging onto the bars was a bit of a problem, though. Gorou just wants to help you out! Usually, bunny hybrids are grateful creatures from what he's heard, but it seems like you're the opposite of that. And stubborn to boot. Don't worry. He offers coming with him the easy way or the hard way.

The easy way is a much better option, as the other would be leaving you out here alone, cage open, for anyone to just kidnap. Of course, he'd warn the soldiers to keep an eye out for you. "They got injured because of my carelessness, so I want to make it up to them!" People would think a bandit or a monster got to you while he was distracted. There's no way someone as nice and dependable as Gorou would harm such an innocent creature like you!

Unfortunately, people forget that Gorou is a dog hybrid. And dogs are technically domesticated wolves no matter how you see them. If another hybrid like Sucrose (whatever animal she may be) were to witness this, she'd immediately find you herself and bring you back to the safety of her hometown. Well, it probably wouldn't be safe, but it's better than the possibility of being eaten, right? Too bad Albedo only visited Inazuma with Klee, and the two of them stayed on Narukami Island.

Thinking on it more, though, he feels like a run will do him some good. "You could always head back to where you came from. There's boats on the lower part of the island, I could take you there!" No thanks. Even with your limited vocabulary, your instincts were screaming at you to get away. To Gorou, it was a relief that you took the bait. Watching your little cotton tail bob behind you as you tried to escape was adorable. You probably thought you could get away from him and go back to your homeland, but what are the chances you even knew how to use a boat?

It didn't take long for him to find you, and even less time to pin you onto the sand below. You could cry out all you want, but nobody would be able to help you. "Don't cry... I'll make sure it won't hurt too badly~" Confused and scared, the thought of another hybrid, a predator to your kind, would even attempt to mate with you was worse than being eaten by one. And escaping was impossible. He was just so big and you so little! That doesn't stop Gorou. And despite what he promised, it hurt a lot because your body wasn't built to handle someone of his nature.

He did clean you up as best as he could, but seeing his love escape you so easily almost made him rearing to go again if you hadn't passed out from exhaustion. Poor thing, you must be so tired after allowing him to pour out all of his love into you. Don't worry, he doesn't mind carrying you to his home. Ah, but he should probably lock you up so you won't escape...

Maybe he'll tire you out with a couple more rounds in the morning, too. Just to be safe.

Tighnari:

I think Tighnari wouldn't necessarily succumb to his instincts, but he's tempted to. How could he not? Seeing such a cute bunny make themselves at home in his territory, eating the vegetables and herbs that he grew,

It's like you thought that because he was chummy with the humans, he wouldn't possibly think of harming you.

And that's exactly what you thought. That fennec fox hybrid seems to eat plants just like you, so he must've been dropped as a child or raised by herbivores. If it were the latter, then that's great! Herbivores usually don't mind sharing food, so you made a nice little burrow right next to Tighnari's field. It was far away from the other humans, and there was a water source nearby, too, so it was absolutely perfect! Any hybrid would kill to be in your place. Having such a convenient food supply and water next to your den.

However, Tighnari was considering hunting you down because you were prey in his territory. Ah, he shouldn't succumb to his instincts. He should be the bigger person and try to scare you off. He grows dangerous things, too, and he would not like you eating (ruining) his research.

But the cute floppy ears... how would it feel between his teeth? How soft is your little tail? How delicious would you taste if he took a bite out of you? Just a little nibble. It won't hurt. Probably.

You, on the other hand, are starting to feel a bit nervous about your housing arrangement. Your neighbor seems to be staring at you from afar and breathing heavily. Sometimes, he looks at you with a dazed expression, and you can see the saliva creep from his mouth. It's impossible, you think. You've seen him eat mushrooms! On several occasions! It gets creepy when he looks in your den while you're out getting water. You hide from him, but he doesn't make an effort to even chase you. He smells you nearby, but he can smell something even sweeter in your home.

He knows you're going into heat soon.

It doesn't matter what you have between the legs, to Tighnari, you're something meant to be eaten. You're at the bottom of the food chain with the other small and weak animals. If he wanted to mate with you, you'd be taking his knot. Would you give birth to pups or kits? Would some be a mixture? Or maybe there's a possibility of a fennec being an herbivore or a bunny being a carnivore? The researcher part of him wants to know so bad...

But it depends if you could give birth at all. It'd be a shame if you didn't, but if you take his knot nicely, he may reconsider eating you.

Tighnari tries his best to control himself, but when he sees you obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, the string in him snaps. He'll chomp down on those floppy ears of yours before he starts his little "private research."

[breannasfluff]

The pup is dirty. Twilight rolls his eyes in a very unwolf-like manner as Wild lopes into the clearing, covered in mud and…choo choo jelly? What does he get up to?

Dirty, he barks at Wild, who only shakes away the admonishment. Fine, time for backup. Alpha?

Time opens one eye from his nap and raises his head to sniff the air. Bath, he says and Twilight is vindicated. 

No! No bath! Wild flops to the grass and rolls, which removes some of the muck but doesn’t make him smell any better. 

Time sends a look at Twilight, who moans and drags himself up on his paws. Why is cleaning the cub his job?

He doesn’t mind—not really, but bath time for Wild also means bath time for Twilight, whether he wants it or not. 

Come, wash! 

No! Wild rolls further, limbs flailing.

Grabbing a sleeve, Twilight tugs him up. Silly, hurry up! Alpha says.

Alpha isn’t taking a bath. Wild allows himself to be herded, but he grumbles the whole way. 

Alpha clean, he points out. The cub ignores him, switching to muttering in broken hylian. 

 The bath goes about as well as expected; in that Wild splashes in the river too much and Twilight has to fish him out by his tunic. He shakes, ignoring the other’s yelps of complaint. By the three goddesses, he just got out of a river!

Time’s in the same spot when they get back and Twilight rumbles a low complaint at being wet as he stalks by. 

Alpha! Clean! Wild throws himself at Time and Twilight smirks as their leader ends up damp himself. 

Off, off!

Wild giggles and flops over Time’s golden back without moving. Warm, he hums. 

Soft-hearted traitor that he is, Time lets him stay. 

They’re an odd trio; two of them stuck as wolves, but the chance to watch over a new hero makes it worth it. 

Twilight had Time’s support on his journey, earning the nickname Pup. Wild was Pup to Twilight, but also Cub. Or maybe, Forever Testing My Patience to Time. The amount of hair brained ideas the kid gets; they’re working overtime to keep him alive and on his journey. 

 The hot afternoon sun dries them all quickly. Time finally shakes Wild off, ignoring the grumble as he slides to the dirt and loping off to hunt. 

Stay, Twilight instructs, standing to follow him. Stay!

Wild sticks out his tongue, but settles into the grass with his head on a swivel. The area is safe, but Wild attracts trouble with uncanny frequency. 

Twilight braves the river shallows for a fish, while Time surprises a sleeping crane in the nearby reeds. They both return with their jaws full. 

Good hunting, Time says with a bump of his furry shoulder. 

Twilight can’t stop his tail wagging at the praise. 

Wild’s head whips in their direction as they return and tension eases from his frame. Worry, worry, safe? Good hunting?

Time drops the bird carcass and noses Wild’s hand until he drops to a crouch. Pack safe, cub. 

Wild chews over Hylian words like a bone, until they have no meaning by the time they leave his mouth. Time gives a questioning whine. 

Miss you, miss pack, he finally admits, flopping and rolling at their leader’s feet. 

Silly, not gone long. Still, Time licks Wild’s face until his ear flicks and he snorts, spirit bouncing back. 

Twilight joins them, adding his own sloppy kisses until the cub yowls and bats him away. 

Retrieving the bird, Time drops it in Wild’s lap. Eat. 

He shakes his head and pushes it away. Alpha eats first.

There’s no way Time is letting Wild ignore his own needs. He’s skinny enough already; constantly moving and burning energy as he scrambles up and down hills and ruins alike. 

The bird is dropped in Wild’s lap again and Time’s hackles raise slightly. Eat.

The cub’s ears lower, even though they both know Time isn’t actually angry. With a sigh he takes the bird and moves to the side, calling a knife from his slate to begin hacking at it. 

Twilight winces at the lack of skill; with the limited vocabulary of a wolf he can’t instruct Wild on how to pluck and prepare a bird properly. 

A heavy weight settles next to him as Time joins him, giving his ear a lick of hello. They both watch Wild spread feathers and blood across the grass. If he’s not careful he’s going to need another bath. 

Twilight can’t help but subtly lean his weight into his mentor, closing his eyes and relaxing as evening steals the light from the sky. 

Time gives a reassuring rumble and watches over them both. 

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[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R V I I I

「 A Surprise Waiting To Happen 」

"Are you sure about this, MC?"

"Yes... Yes, I am. I want to leave the Devildom... but... if I— if I ever want to come back, am I allowed to?"

"Of course! You're always welcome in the Devildom. This is your home, too, after all."

"Thank you... This is goodbye then...?"

"Yes... Goodbye, our dear MC."

"WHAT?! Whaddya mean MC's gone?! How could they just leave the Devildom without sayin' a word to us?!"

"Calm down, Mammon."

"How can ya say that, Lucifer?! How are ya not affected by this!?"

"Of course I am, but shouting, panicking and running around the room won't bring MC back, now would it?"

Mammon clicked his tongue in annoyance, stopping his frenzied marching and going back to sit down on his seat next to his older brother.

The whole group was gathered in the student council room, having a meeting arranged by Diavolo himself. The prince told everyone about MC's decision and wanted to discuss their current and future position in the Devildom.

"Of course they're keeping their titles! We're bringing them back here and making sure they stay forever!"

Everyone seemed to be in agreement, except for one human who looked extremely bothered by everyone's suggestion. Deciding to speak up after a bit of a hesitation, Soley raised her hand in protest. This caught everyone's attention immediately.

"Yes, Soley?" Diavolo wondered.

"Are you all sure this is what MC wants?" Everyone looked at each other, listening to what she had to say. "What if they don't want to come back? What if they wanted to leave this place because they weren't happy here anymore? Wouldn't it be selfish of us to bring them back to the place that makes them sad?"

Luke's sniffles could be heard no matter how hard he tried to keep them in. As he held onto Simeon's cape, steadying his breathing, he eyed Soley. He managed to speak up clearly despite his body's reaction to the upsetting news. "But.. this is MC's home, too... The Devildom isn't all that great without MC here..."

His guardian raised his hand and placed it on the boy's head, softly patting his hair. Once he, too, looked at Soley, he saw the fuming expression hiding behind her sad one that was directed at the little angel. He thought that maybe he was just imagining it. But if he wasn't, then he would have more problems with her than he already had.

"Oh, Luke, we can't force MC to stay somewhere they want to get away from," the human responded, hugging her arms and hanging her head. "I want MC to be here with us, too... They were my first friend here, and they made me feel like I was safe... but their happiness goes above everything else, right? MC deserves all the happiness in all three worlds."

The whole room fell silent as each and every single one of them looked to the floor, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. Except for one person.

Soley subtlety let her eyes dance from figure to figure, studying the expressions on their faces. An ocean of envy was bubbling up within her chest as she watched the boys all look sullen just because of the situation they brought upon themselves. She herself also looked down a minute later, but not because she was sad. Not at all. In fact, she was smiling. The thought of MC out of her way was bringing her joy, and she could barely contain her excitement. But because she was with the group, she knew she had to keep her act together.

Soley was in her room back at the House of Lamentation. The meeting had already ended, and they were all sent home. Soley watched as the brothers returned to their own rooms without saying a single word to one another.

As she lay in bed, she remembered something she witnessed at the ball. That night, she exited the castle for some fresh air. She was getting fed up with the brothers' attention and excessive clinginess that she had had enough and slipped away for a while when she was sure MC wasn't anywhere near them. But the moment she reached the far end of the castle's garden, she saw something that infuriated her more.

There was MC on a picnic blanket, next to the beautiful lake, holding Cassiel's hand, and a happy smile on their face. She wanted to stomp her way towards the two, but if she did, then her act would fall apart. She restrained herself from going near the two of them and eavesdropping on their conversation. Instead, she went back to the castle and planned to confront MC to see what they had to say.

'I can't believe they lied to me. I never would've thought they were capable of doing so. ...Maybe they were lying about not knowing where Solomon was before, too.'

'But it's not like I can ask them about it now since...'

The thought returned to her mind. MC was finally gone. And that brought a huge grin back to her face.

'Who knew those boys were so easy to catch? I barely had to do anything, and they already took my bait. Foolish demons.'

'Now all I have to do is make sure the thirteen of them forget who MC even is.'

Many months passed, and Soley was living well in the Devildom. After MC had left, she had to work hard to keep the bright spotlight on her. Especially since the group from Purgatory Hall still hasn't accepted her no matter how much she tried to spend time with them.

One evening, as she just got home by herself, she stomped her way through the halls of the mansion in search of the seven brothers.

'How dare they not wait for me at RAD and escort me home?! Those little—'

The young lady thought and thought until she stopped in her tracks the moment she heard whispering voices coming from the dining room. She wanted to burst through the closed doors until she heard them mention her name.

She overheard what they were talking about.

'They're planning a surprise party for me?! Those demons?! How wonderful! ...How... wonderful...'

Soley quietly leaves the scene, head filled with thoughts she never expected would come, but there they were.

'Right... My birthday is coming up soon... I should be happy that I'm finally securing a place here in the Devildom even just for a little while until I get back home, but... I just wish that— that he would be there to celebrate with me...'

'Maybe if I ask Lord Diavolo to bring him here, maybe they would do it? After all, it would be for my birthday, so they should do as I ask, right? But the brothers are planning a surprise party, so it's not like I can be straightforward and ask them to invite him too....'

'Well, I'll just have another party when I get back home. He'll definitely come to attend then. For now, it's time to celebrate.'

「 CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER IX 」

[lulamadison]

Here's a little Lawrusso comedy fic for a Sunday afternoon...

It's called Safe Word

Safe Word

“I can handle it, man,” Johnny said, sounding like he was on the verge of arguing.

“I know you can,” Daniel sighed, “but that's not the point.”

They hadn't been together long.

After the divorce it had taken Daniel a while to notice that every time Johnny insulted him it was actually a ham fisted attempt at flirting.

Johnny didn't have the vocabulary or experience to express what he wanted, Daniel eventually realised.

While the world had moved on since 1984, Johnny simply hadn't. He was stuck in high school, pulling pigtails to let Daniel know that he liked him, or in his case, calling him Danielle or Princess every chance he got.

After Daniel had figured out what Johnny was actually doing, he asked him out to a bar. It was a date, but Daniel wasn't sure that Johnny realised it was a date.

He picked Johnny up at 8 and opened the car door for him.

They went out for burgers and Daniel picked up the check first, saying, “No, no. This is my treat.”

They went to a bar, where they drank round after round of Banquet and shots, and as they closed out the tab at the end of the night, Daniel handed over his card to the bartender.

“You trying to get laid, LaRusso?” Johnny asked, as he leaned up against the bar. “You're treating me like a chick on a first date.”

“Maybe I am,” Daniel replied as he put his wallet away. “Maybe that's what this is.”

“Oh yeah?” Johnny asked.

“Maybe I'm trying to woo you,” Daniel said with a grin.

“Woo?” Johnny asked. “Like a ghost?”

“No,” Daniel laughed. “Like I want to be with you.”

“Oh,” Johnny said quietly, even though Daniel could practically see the gears in his head whirring. After a while he added, “Well, maybe I want to be with you too.”

“Good,” Daniel replied with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He'd told Johnny this was a date and he hadn't beaten the shit out of him? It was going way better than Daniel expected.

They went out into the parking lot, and Daniel decided to leave his car at the bar, so he booked an Uber.

As they waited for the car to arrive neither of them spoke. The air around them felt heavy with the anticipation of what would come next.

They were heading back to Johnny's place.

Daniel made polite chit chat in the car, discussing some local news story about the state of the roads with the driver, just to make the journey go faster and to break the unbearable tension.

When they arrived, Johnny opened the door, then stepped back, letting Daniel enter the apartment first.

The second the door was closed, Johnny was on him. Kissing him roughly as he pushed Daniel against the wall.

Johnny's lips moved down to Daniel's neck, making him moan loudly.

Johnny broke away and breathlessly asked, “You wanna take this to the bedroom?”

“Yeah,” Daniel replied. “I really do.”

That was 6 weeks ago now and Daniel had never felt happier.

It turned out that Johnny had hidden depths under all that bluster and he was surprisingly sensitive in a way that Daniel had never expected. Johnny cried easily and he was quick to anger. He was a bubbling cauldron of swirling emotion hidden under a tough exterior, and Daniel could never predict how he'd react to anything.

When he decided to ask Johnny out on a date he'd thought that he'd probably react badly and have some kind of nervous breakdown over his precious masculinity, but he seemed to be oddly relaxed about the fact that he wasn't actually as straight as he'd made out.

Their sex life so far had been pretty frantic, with all the excitement of having a new partner, made even more fun by the fact that this was Johnny. Daniel still couldn't believe it sometimes.

They'd quickly graduated from kissing and fumbling around, to hand stuff and going down on each other, but Daniel didn't think it'd go any further than that. Johnny had been great about the whole thing so far, but Daniel knew he'd likely have him limits.

They were in a diner having breakfast one morning when out of nowhere Johnny said, “I think I want to try anal.”

Daniel choked on his coffee, spluttering across the table.

“Wow that's gross, man,” Johnny said, wiping his hand.

“You want to try what?” Daniel said, still coughing.

“You know,” Johnny said, leaning across the table, as if he'd finally realised there were kids sat not far away from them. “Butt stuff.”

“Oh my god,” Daniel gasped. “You could have waited till I wasn't drinking to say that.”

“It's just my ass,” Johnny said, said shrugging his shoulders.

Daniel sat back. “Your ass?”

“Well, yeah,” Johnny said. “That's what I want to try. So can we?”

“I think we need to do some research on the logistics of the whole thing first,” Daniel said, as he raised his coffee cup again.

“Well, yeah. It's not like I'm asking you to bend me over a table now, man,” Johnny said.

Daniel choked on his coffee again.

Daniel spent some time doing research.

He worked out what supplies they needed and how to prepare for what they were going to do.

He found an online sex store and ordered lube and other things.

In his heart he knew this was going to be a big deal, despite how casual Johnny was being about it.

Daniel didn't think Johnny had really thought it through and he knew there was a chance that despite his eagerness to go ahead with it all, there might be a chance he might have a change of heart, and wouldn't tell Daniel because he didn't want to seem like a pussy.

“I can handle it, man,” Johnny said, sounding like he was on the verge of arguing, when Daniel sat him down for a discussion beforehand.

“I know you can,” Daniel sighed, “but that's not the point.”

“What, do you think I'm gonna wimp out the second you touch my ass?”

“And that's exactly what I'm worried about,” Daniel said. “The fact you think changing your mind if you realise you don't like it makes you a wimp.”

“I'm not gonna change my mind,” Johnny said.

“But if we do this and you realise you don't like it and you don't tell me, do you know how that would make me feel?” Daniel asked. “I'd feel awful about it. It'd ruin the whole night.”

“Yeah, OK,” Johnny conceded.

“We need a safe word,” Daniel said.

“Safe word?” Johnny asked. “What's that?”

“It's a word you use when your exploring your boundaries during sex to indicate to your partner that things are starting to get a little too much for you.”

“Are we going somewhere?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because I thought we were gonna do it on my bed, right here.”

“Huh?” Daniel asked, his brown wrinkling in confusion.

“We could go to Vegas,” Johnny suggested, in a way that sounded like he thought he was being helpful.

“What?” Daniel asked.

“Boundaries,” Johnny said. “Is that like the state line or something?”

Daniel couldn't help but laugh. Johnny never failed to amaze him.

“A boundary is like a line you don't want to step over,” Daniel said. “Like you told me you don't like it if touch your neck, so now I don't touch your neck. That's a boundary.”

“OK, yeah,” Johnny said. “I get it. So how does a safe word work?”

“We choose a word now, and if either of us doesn't like something the other is doing we say the word and the other person has to stop what they're doing,” Daniel said. “But it has to be a word that you'd never ever say during sex.”

“OK,” Johnny said thoughtfully. He paused a moment, then said, “How about Miyagi?”

“Johnny…” Daniel said through gritted teeth. “The last person I want to think of during sex is the man who was practically my father.”

“Yeah, but say we're doing it and I realise I don't like it,” Johnny said. “I says his name and it's an instant boner killer, so you have to stop doing the thing I don't like.”

“Huh,” Daniel said, thinking about what Johnny just said.

“I mean, I know you'd stop anyway. I trust you,” Johnny said “But I'm also a guy and I know sometimes that's really difficult, so think of it like an off switch, but for your wang.”

“Hmmm…” Daniel said. “You know what? That's actually a good point.”

“So Miyagi it is?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Miyagi it is.” Daniel replied with a smile.

[jamesunderwater]

Limited Vocabulary

based on the @jilymicrofics prompt, urge. word count: 2,625. NSFW.

They’d been lucky to make it out in one piece—though one could argue that James was hardly in one piece, exactly, with a deep gash through his forearm and cuts from debris peppering his face. Lily had been on the other side of the pub, battling with two masked death eaters simultaneously, heart pounding, desperately trying not to think about James on the other side of the building. Last she’d seen, he was fighting off an attack from both sides, but was managing very well considering. If he hadn’t been such a talented spellcaster Lily would have been more worried, but she’d been in enough battles with him to know that James could hold his own against two opponents with fairly little effort. She, on the other hand, gifted as she was, didn’t excel nearly as well at dueling, and needed to keep her mind on the present moment in order to not be blasted across the room…or worse. Every time they were in a battle it was clear that their adversaries were much more interested in ending her life than they were anyone else’s, especially if her partner was a pureblood. This fact had resulted in many fights between her and her friends, especially James, Sirius, and Marlene, all of whom felt it was their responsibility to focus on defending her in a fight. She’d finally convinced them to focus on their own battles by emphasizing that if they died for her benefit, she’d never forgive them. And they were all much more likely to make it out alive if they kept focused on their own fight.

Which is why she’d been being a hypocrite as she worried over James in the middle of sending a hex toward one of her assailants, meanwhile ducking a spell from the other. She’d just begun to gain some focus back when a loud crash echoed across the room, and in the moment she turned to see what had happened, a spell from one of her opponents flew past her head, missing her by inches. She didn’t care—across the room from her lay James, crumpled just beyond a large pile of rubble. She darted to him, ducking spells while throwing her own, aware that it was now four against one, aware that she was probably moments away from both of their deaths. When she made it to James’s side, a brief thought crossed her mind that the fates must have some stake in keeping them alive. In the next breath, she was apparating them to the safe house they’d been assigned in case of emergency, which had already been protected by wards to keep them from being followed. 

James was still unconscious when they appeared on the floor of the dark living room. Lily felt his chest for a heartbeat, the rise and fall of it assuring her enough to take a breath. She lit the sconces in the room with a flick of her wand, ignited the fireplace beside them with another, and then got to work. She’d been apprenticing as a healer for nearly a year when the war took a turn for the worse, and it was no longer safe for her to be out in public. But in that time she’d learned enough to be one of the most useful members of the Order, at least when it came to tending the wounded. By the time James awoke, she’d fully healed the cuts on his face, and his arm was tightly wrapped. It would be sore for a day or two, but would mend fine. 

“What…?” He looked around, groggy, until his eyes landed on hers in the firelight. “Are you alright?” His voice pitched up in worry, and James sat up against the cushions of the couch, placing an arm on hers. 

She laughed at him, her throat suddenly tight. “I’m fine, obviously—I’m the one sitting up, aren’t I?”

He didn’t seem to find this funny, only breathing out a sigh of relief. He looked around the room, taking in that they were safe now. “You got us out?”

She nodded, and swallowed hard as he stared at her. She’d never gotten used to the way he looked at her, with such admiration, with such love and tenderness. They’d been through so much together now, and yet nothing had happened beyond those looks. She never fully understood why, except that the war kept everyone so scared that the idea of letting oneself feel anything hopeful and good felt unnatural, or somehow unkind to those who they’d lost. Marlene had told her that she deserved happiness even in the darkness, that they all did, but somehow reaching for it felt impossible, scarier than being in battle against multiple death eaters. She could hardly stand to lose the love she already had—the idea of having anymore, and risking losing it too…it didn’t feel like a bridge she was ready to cross.

Read the rest on AO3.

[mslanna]

Three Out of Nine Ain't Bad

Chapter 16 of Be My Guest now up on AO3

In which Tav spoils their own surprise but gets sexy fiend from Raphael as compensation. Also, Mel is too lazy to invent Infernal and just uses German instead. 🤷

Special of the day? Raphael in full battle regalia 👀🥵😳

Tav is flabbergasted at how easy the eavesdropping is. They need nary any cover to be ignored. A book helps as good as a scroll of invisibility. Whatever secrets Haarlep wants they are not being discussed in public though. Tav's limited vocabulary may expand lewdly, but those words never come up at all.

They have an easier time making out parts of Raphael's overall strategy. Since travel between the layers of hell is restricted to specific paths, controlling them takes up a great amount of the invasion work. The lower the hells Raphael conquers are, the more important it is to have trustworthy fiends on the back-end of the operation.

It seems the Crown of Karsus is guaranteeing a lot of the trustworthiness. It makes Tav uncomfortable but Raphael is confident. Tav likes him confident, the swagger translates directly into his tail. Not that they'd dare call him cute to his face. Yet.

"I thought you have Yurgir on the portal from Dis to the City of Chains already?" Tav sits cross-legged on their bed and watches Raphael get ready. He is vain. But he looks gorgeous, so Tav enjoys watching his routines and rituals. His fingers massaging balm into his horns mesmerise with memories of how they feel against their skin.

"I do." The devil turns, hands still working the rough surface of his horns to a soft shine.

With an effort Tav pries their eyes loose from the sight. "Maybe make sure all your people know that? Some seem to be under the impression he's supposed to be vanguard for Minauros itself."

"And how do you come to that conclusion?" He wipes his hands on a soft cloth.

The subtle scent of tallow and cherries reaches Tav and sends a sharp pang of home through them. "Your subordinates have mouths and they use them to speak occasionally."

"In common?" An impeccable brow raises.

"If you say so."'

"You are avoiding my question."

"I am." Tav slips off the bed. Now the devil towers over them even taller which is strangely comforting.

"Warum?"

"Weil ich kann." The words feel rough on Tav's tongue.

Raphael smirks. "I see. A welcome development. With a horrible accent but it will do."

"Lucky for you that your minions are idiots that can't keep your strategy straight." Tav sighs and leans against his chest. "I was hoping to catch you flat-footed with this one."

"Some other time." Raphael returns the embrace and drops a quick kiss onto Tav's hair. "Does Haarlep know?"

"Unfortunately." Tav rubs their face into the expensive doublet. "And if he teaches me more helpful expression like 'Muschi putzen' or 'Pfosten einschlagen' I will scream. I swear."

Raphael pushes them away at their shoulders. "What are they teaching you that for?"

"So I can pick up naughty gossip for them. Not that there is any. I tried."

"I think I will have a word with them." The devil lets go and turns to leave. When he reaches the door, Raphael turns around. "No pleas for kindness this time?"

"It is utterly horrible," Tav sighs. "Go get them."

Raphael shakes his head as he leaves.

Tav waits for a while before they follow. The throne room is unusually full and they have to weave their way towards the stairs. Devils get in their way and Tav can't shake the feeling of being watched. But they can hardly turn to look around. They can't even see very far amidst the fiends towering at least a head or more over them.

The library is a safe retreat. Raphael encourages them to keep going though Tav could read just as well in the suite. They grab a few books and look towards the secret exit longingly. But the devil is right. A change of scenery now and then is healthy.

In search of other views, Tav returns to the portal room. The shimmering surfaces show no landscapes but they can lose themself in daydreams with travelogues and collections of prints. Maybe they will be able to leave the House of Hope for a little. Only one moment of blue skies…

Tav still dreams of the ocean when two devils enter the room. They are in high spirits, probably about to embark on some atrocities.

"Oh, das Haustier!" one calls and they veer off to where Tav sits. "Are you lonely and longing? Do you want to come with us?"

They jostle as if there is only one front row seat for looking at Tav.

"Don't worry," the other adds. "We will protect you." A red wing extends in Tav's direction. They step away, taken aback by the careless display of intimacy.

"You scared them." The first devil laughs. "No worries, little human. You are perfectly safe with us. It will be fun to get out a little, won't it?"

"Wasn schlapper Lauch." The wing is retracted but now both devils approach, herding Tav towards one of the portals. "Überhaupt gar kein Problem und mit so fein festen Routinen. This one goes to Icewind Dale,"they add towards Tav."We will make sure you're not cold. Promise."

"Ah." Tav stumbles a little and uses the manoeuvrer to duck away under the approaching devil. "I, uh, I think I left my cat on the stove." They make a beeline for the exit while the devils puzzle over their reply, still laughing and shoving each other.

"It's to be expected, I guess." Tav say later when they watch Raphael armour up for battle. His helldusk armour is exquisite and the crown completes it beautifully. "If they keep tabs on my whereabouts they might just as well come to annoy me. Not sure what they get out of it."

"If you'd remember what they looked like, I could look into it." Raphael turns and his cape swooshes impressively.

"I can describe them," Tav quips. "Let's see. They were about this tall." They stand on the bed and hold a hand at the level of Raphael's height. "They had red skin, and black hair, both of them actually. One had hair like this but the other had more of a side part. And horns! They both had horns, the twisty kind. An-"

"Impossible." Raphael shakes his head at his human. "You must learn to look for the sigils on their armour."

"Hmm." Tav leans in to run their hands over the spiked plates of infernal protection covering their devil. "Would you believe me if I said they didn't wear any?"

"No. Unless they looked more like this." Raphael morphs into his ascended form. It is a slow, deliberate show that leaves Tav breathless. Where Raphael's cambion form is sturdy, the fiend is lean, long-limbed and slender. And completely naked. If fire cast into iron brambles can be called naked.

The ascended fiend towers over Tav, the crown now more part of his body than add-on. The flames move under their black cage, restless and deadly. Unthinking, Tav reaches out and runs their fingers over a black tendril of bone. It is hot, but not unbearably so.

"Really?" Raphael asks. "This form tends to instils fear."

"Yeah, well it didn't last time I saw it," Tav argues.

"I remember."

"Curiosity, of course." Tav's hands move over the fiendish chest and feel the fire burn faster around the heart. They smile. "Give me your hand."

Raphael complies and Tav presses their small, soft palm against the monstrous claw. They intertwine their fingers and are only stopped, when the devil lifts their chin with his other hand.

With a smile, Tav leans up and slips their head between the sharp mandibles framing the tree skulls. Their hands clasp them as well as they can. Then they breathe a kiss over the fang-framed mouth.

"Had you done that the first time you saw this form, things may have gone very differently." Raphael's long claws close around Tav's back tenderly.

"Yeh. I would have been felled by the hands of my own companions within seconds." Tav chuckles.

"They can't help you here."

"Do I look like I need help?"

"Not yet. But it can be arranged." The low growl hums through Tav's bones. "After the battle, though. I still have a war to win."

Tav sighs. "I am starting to get annoyed by this war. But since it is the third hell and it means you're one third done, I shall be lenient."

"Take the time to think over how you would like the help to look." Three skulls leer at Tav.

"I will. Be safe." Tav kisses him gently.

"For you." Raphael returns the kiss, proving that his ascended form does indeed have a tongue and knows how to use it.

Tav watches him leave still breathless, legs useless under them as they sit on the bed. Alone again.

But it’s not the first time, Tav is left behind with too much time on their hands and too many thoughts painting the most gruesome of possible futures. After having a good desperate melt-down and a nap, Tav takes a long, hot bath and visits Haarlep.

It is difficult to let the seriousness of the situation go. Tav loses at lanceboard several times in quick succession, their thoughts miles away.

“You worry too much," Haarlep scolds. "If the worst comes to pass, you will find out soon enough. Might as well enjoy the time. Could be the last fun you ever have."

With a sigh, Tav grabs their wineglass and starts pacing the room. "I know. I know. And. On the one hand, it isn't much. Small fry. But on the other hand it's a third. One third of the hells under Raphael's rule. Kinda big. Somewhat. I think."

"It will start to become really interesting once he goes up against Asmodeus." The incubus weaves around the pacing human and flops down on the bed.

"No worries about Mephistopheles?"

"Why? He's just an arch devil and if he had a trump card apart from your soul, he'd have played it by now. Instead he's scrabbling for alliances with other hells. None of which will last of course."

"They only have to last until Raphael is defeated." Tav exhales heavily. "How I hate this war and the waiting. I never feel more trapped or useless."

"Rightfully so." The incubus is unperturbed. "As long as your soul is bound to Mephistopheles, you are just a liability. An exciting one, but you know my stance on that."

Tav does and just resumes pacing. "That's why I'm here," Tav says almost to themself. "I'm safe here."

"Oh, little mouse, still so naive." Haarlep laughs. "All it takes is one tiny accident, one fall guy and you are out of the picture."

Tav thinks back to the two devils in the portal room. One careless moment. Maybe they'd better cast Mage Armour over themself when they ventured out into the halls of the House. But if they give in to that fear, the House of Hope will turn into a complete prison. They shiver and wrap their arms around themself.

"How do you live like that?" they finally ask. "Always expecting betrayal, always one step away from a knife in the back, nothing to fall back on to, nobody to trust?"

"Oh, honey, I think you may be talking to the wrong person here." Haarlep shrugs.

Tav stares at the incubus. But Haarlep is right. Such thoughts don't occur to fiends. For a moment, Tav hurts for them, deep and endless. The only consolation is that the fiends don't know what they are missing out on.

Only, Raphael is a cambion. Tav sucks on their lower lip. Half human. The worst of both worlds. "Alright." Tav straightens and joins the incubus on the bed. "Tell me about devils. About fiends, incubi and succubi. Tell me everything about their lives."

"You won't like it." Haarlep pats the space next to them and wraps an arm around Tav's shoulders once they settle. "You won't like it one bit."

"I know." Tav nods. "Tell me anyway."

At some point, Tav has to leave. The lives of devils are bleak even if Haarlep disagrees heartily. It doesn't help and the warm buzz from the wine dissolves around the hopeless stories the incubus tells.

Sitting in the library, chugging tea and twisting their tongue around infernal words is a relief. Tav keeps telling themself that this language is also spoken by tieflings. Not everybody using it is trapped in a merciless web of competition.

When their head starts to spin, Tav wonders how long they sat here. Time is a slippery beast at the best of times but in the orange soup that is Avernus it is extra elusive. Moving their toes and shoulders, Tav tries to guess by how tense they are. Not that it helps. A nap, they decide, finally feeling their head tired enough again not to spiral.

When Tav reaches the stairs, a familiar figure is already walking down. The gangly limbs hang tired, blazing fires dimmed into a warm yellow under dusty and bloodied black bone. "Raphael." Tav is certain to have breathed the word to low to hear. But the fined turns, wings and horns brushing against the stone of the stairs. Tav takes another step towards him.

They stare, taking in the ascended fiend and their hands move unthinking. Of course they cannot reach. The fiend towers over them, tail snapping restlessly behind him. "Back?" is all Tav gets out.

The skulls lower, slip between their hands easily. "It is over." The voice rasps deeply, echoing the burning form of the fiend's body.

Tav rises on their toes and presses a kiss to the toothy mouth. Their head fits snugly between the black mandibles framing the three skulls and long teeth. In an attempt to steady themself, Tav curls their fingers around black bones.

The human is tiny before him. Raphael has to crouch to level with their head and is immediately pulled into a kiss. There is no hesitation in Tav, only eager acceptance when he pushes his tongue between their lips. On his body of fire and coal, their touch is even colder than usual.

Raphael slips an arm around the small body and lifts them up, never breaking the kiss. Tav hangs suspended by his grace, leaning into the touch. He presses down, teeth grazing soft slips, claws cutting through fabric and skin.

But Tav doesn't mind. They kiss him eagerly. "Dem Sieger," they repeat their lines from after his fist victory, "gebührt die Beute." Tav sucks at him desperately, wrapping their legs around his waist as soon as they are able to.

Raphael growls a reply void of words and long strides take them to their suite, disregarding any audience.

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

Find the Word!

I was tagged by @dyrewrites ! Their snippets over here :3

Rules: Find the words, post some snips.

I haven't done tag games in a while because health, so I had to do this one. Especially as the words fit right into my usual vocabulary :3

Received the words: dust, glower, night and pierce

And I give you these: limited, dreamer, special, atonement

Surely not the easiest of words and I'm sorry about that XD but I am curious to see what writers would do with them.

I shall tag: @drawnecromancy, @cicidarkarts, @noxxha, @tangledcharms, @aalinaaaaaa, @ryns-ramblings, @stesierra, @duckingwriting, @garthcelyn

(but feel free anyone to jump off my words :3)

(( @drawnecromancy I'll take french translations of those words, too 😛))

Here come the snips!

Dust - from Kristofa and Niskania's story (hasn't got a real title yet)

Through his soil-based abilities, Kristofa easily found his way to the nearest Human settlement, a small and cozy town called Farren. Kristofa was awed by the abrupt change in scenery: a sea of trees and nature turning to rectangular tall homes made of stacked rocks or bark shaped to boards. A cold surface the Humans called glass covered the windows, dead grass or hard panes served as a structure called roofs. Not a single home arched into a dome. Not a single edifice was covered in vines and light. Here, what they called the moons shone down through the night, a vast expanse of darkness speckled with dust that they called stars.

For an instant that obstructed his throat, Kristofa remembered a story Niskania had told him when they were children. Something about 'little lights' and the 'bright eyes of the dark, one small and one large'. He knew that he was supposed to understand something; but Kristofa merely knew to keep staring, dumbfounded. Mesmerized.

---

Glower - from Ario's story part 5, From the Depths

"Are you alright, Yosen boy? You look awful."

"I'm dying."

The person chuckled. Ario immediately recognized him. "You must be fine if you can joke like that," Triku said. His laughter turned abruptly to a pained gasp, but he carried on, "Soba, however, won't be. Not like this. Whatever happened to him,…" Triku paused, his heart pounding with concern and regret. "This is no longer your place."

Your place? No: our place; the place, Ario thought about and he ardently wished he wasn't, his eyes transfixed on the top bunk, that Soba had but days ago befouled with his disgustingly wrong feelings. He needed to remind Soba of his wrongness; of the only way in which he was allowed to be wrong. Ario gritted his teeth and sniffled. Memories stared and smiled and glowered at him, collided with each other, jumbled, fragmented;

---

Night - from Fragments of Selessannea's memories

For the first time in my life, when Devon reached out to me, I pulled away.

"Leave me be," I remember blubbering at him.

"Selessannea," he replied, and hearing my name spoken with such kindness after hearing him yell out with such ferocity made me feel sick. "This place isn't safe for you—"

"Of course it isn't! You're here!"

I did not regret my words right away. In that moment, a terrible disgust had taken over me, as well as the realization that malia had been right all along. I did not see my palo – I did not see the tears in his eyes, nor the shock on his face. All I saw was the blood coating his clothes, and the monstrous fangs protruding between trembling lips. The smell of him – something unnatural that defied description – made me feel sick. In that terrible moment, I wanted but one thing: for Devon to get out of my life, forever.

When Devon left, I did not cry. He was already long gone when a strange, uncharacteristic thought crossed my mind: that if he were to take his life that night to atone for all of his wrongdoings, I wouldn't even care. He'd have gotten what he deserved.

---

Pierce - from The Life in your arms

The girl’s gaze pierced the darkness. He could not see her, but he felt:

She was reaching out. Attempting – and, this time, the term was correct – to communicate with him. She desired something. Something beyond his comprehension; but, he thought, not out of the realm of his abilities.

Lan lifted his head and looked around – at the impenetrable darkness that surrounded him. An idea crossed his mind.

He held out his arms towards the girl – towards where she had last sat, at least – and closed his eyes. Lan took a deep breath, and gathered within himself all the tingling moisture flooding the air itself. Air turned liquid in his breath; power coursed through his veins like rivers unleashed. Through his eyelids, he saw light. With his mind, he saw a large globe of glowing water, spinning and swirling before him - and then he was the water, and he was spinning and swirling and diving and dancing, joyous, unimpeded.

He was water; and he was everything.

But the girl was not. As her shaking fingers grazed the orb – grazed him – Lan perceived. There was a depth of liquidity within her, without a doubt… but it lied deep. Exceedingly deep. Engulfed by thick, viscous blackness that quivered at his touch, peeling away.

[littlemissagere]

hiii ^^ could I plz request a cg Albedo if that’s okay? ty <3

Caregiver Albedo?? You got it! >.<

—————# Caregiver Albedo <3

⚗️ Albedo learned from books and from others how regression works, and how to help

✨ He is very soft spoken, and can easily tell when and if someone has regressed, due to all the study he put into it

⚗️ He will call his little one “Baba” “Baby” “Little one” “kiddo” “Hon'” “Dear” etc..

✨ Will always hold his kiddo, pats, hugs, snuggles, you name it !!

⚗️ Will hold his little ones hand everywhere, making sure they’re safe

✨ If you need a pacifier, he will of course advise you on dental health, but still try to appease your needs, and let you for limited time

⚗️ He has a crib for you in his office, and stuffies incase he cannot hold you

✨ He whispers most of the time, to avoid overwhelming you

⚗️ Is good with ‘non verbal’ regressors, and padded regressors

✨ he can keep up, even if he seems tired, he loves seeing how his kiddo interacts with the environment

⚗️ He lets Sucrose help with you, while he prepares you bottles, or warming your blankies

✨ He will let you play with his face or hair, as long as you’re happy

⚗️ If his regressor is crying, he may get a little anxious, but he will always end up figuring it out in the end

✨ He has a box full of things for his kiddo, whatever they need<3

⚗️ You can call him anything, Mama, Papa, Dada, Daddy, Mommy, Baba, Anything… he doesn’t mind at all!

✨ He has to refrain from using “big kid” vocabulary with his little, it’s a hard habit to work around, but he tries

I hope you like it!!!

[schizowitchic]

being a jjk fan is fun if you ignore shibuya and .... chapter 26whatever .... because actually there's jjk references everywhere like today i dyed my hair purple . like hollow purple . also noah lyles domain expansion infinite void . mad tsai sukuna halloween costume . special grade garlic sauce dip . EVERYBODY DANCE NOW (inumaki is a cursed speech user. his speech amplifies the power and compulsion of words. he limits his vocabulary to keep others safe) . judas lady gaga gojo vs. sukuna . I JUST FELT SUKUNAS PRESENCE WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN SHIBUYA . kfc. fucking. being genderfluid idk (kenjaku)

[primamchorus]

Meal Etiquette

A year has passed since Pluvira had come into Primam and Prompto's lives. Within that year, Primam had a rather lenient King of Insomnia, and rather caring brother who allowed her to spend time getting to be a new mother. Now, it seems that leniency has lifted and she has since been called back to her seat on the Royal Lucian Council, leaving Prompto staying at home and being the sole parent having to look after their firstborn.

Word Count: 782 Notes: I just wanted to write Prompto being a dad. Not really canon to what I have released of the rest of my XV: Reimagined. But fun...for me.

Spoon in hand, Prompto was making faces opening his mouth and closing it. He was trying to get the fussy baby in the highchair to get her spoonful of mashed mango and banana baby food in her mouth. Though, as it stood, this particular adversary was one of the most troublesome he had ever faced. At least when it came to getting her to eat her meals.

“C'mon, Vira…” Prompto said, sighing with a sheepish smile on his face. “Mommy had Uncle Iggy make this special for you! Daddy and Mommy have had Uncle Iggy's food, and it's so yummy! You'll love it! You just gotta…open…your mouuuuu-u-uth, ahhhh--”

Prompto gently bumped the spoon against Pluvira's pouty lips, her expression speaking volumes of her lack of amusement and defiance both. Her refusal to eat made Prompto bite back a groan as he attempted to think back on how Primam always made it look so easy.

‘Sometimes, you just need to sweeten the deal,’ Prompto recalled Primam saying. But what did she do most of the time?

Scrunching his face in thought, Prompto recalled that, most of the time, Primam saved feeding Pluvira for when they were ready for meals. But…Pluvira was at an age where she was using her limited vocabulary and was demanding ‘nummies’.

“Noct, I'm going to kill you…” Prompto muttered under his breath. It was only recently that Primam was called away back to her role on the Lucian Royal Council now that Tandem had no longer wanted to be her stand-in and handle her responsibilities. Which meant that Prompto was now on his own with Pluvira…and she was only ever fussy when Primam was gone.

Taking in a breath, Prompto slowly exhaled and dumped the spoonful of baby food back into the jar before getting up. He then had an idea and walked over to the fridge, looking around until he found the clementines. Pulling them out, he made sure to peel a couple of them before bringing them back in a small bowl.

This had to work.

“Alrighty, Vira… Daddy's got your favorite. Look! Clementines!” Prompto plucked a clementine slice from the bowl and then popped it into his mouth. He gave a small ‘mm~’ as he ate it.

Pluvira watched Prompto intently, soon reaching out for the bowl with little grunts. She was determined to get her delicious little treats.

‘Hook, line, and sinker…’ Prompto thought with a grin on his face.

Sitting back down, Prompto broke one clementine slice in half and then took up the baby food jar once more. He got a smaller spoonful than before and then placed the small clementine slice at the end of the spoon. Pluvira was watching, kicking in her seat eagerly.

“Ah!” Pluvira opened her mouth nice and wide, and Prompto finally breathed a sigh of relief as he brought the spoon to her mouth and made sure she was not going to close it before he plucked the slice back and saw her close her mouth around the spoon.

“See? Not so bad,” Prompto said, keeping the clementine piece in his other hand. He knew that it was too small to feed her safely, and needed him to watch her pull at and eat it instead of getting all of it in there.

Pluvira's expression was one of shock as she looked up at Prompto as if she had just learned something new. To be fair, she really did. She then opened her mouth again, another eager ‘ah!’ being pushed out to indicate she was ready for another spoonful.

Victory! That was now just one less thing Primam had to worry about while she was away!

Taking the spoon, Prompto got it filled with Pluvira’s mash and brought it back. He watched her eat consistently from there on until she had her fill.

“Papa’s got it all figured out!” Prompto cheered to himself. Watching Pluvira bounce excitedly in her chair had been rewarding enough. Getting everything cleaned up, Prompto got Pluvira removed from the highchair, making sure not to jostle her too much after eating. “Time to get you in the bath, and then how about you and Daddy sit down and watch some movies after, huh? Wait for Mommy to come home?”

“Ma…ma…ma…” Pluvira babbled, sticking a hand on Prompto’s face.

“Yeah? Excited for Mommy to come back home?” Prompto asked, scrunching his face and then bringing his lips down on Pluvira’s hand a couple times, pretending to bite her. He started to walk toward the staircase afterward to bring Pluvira to the bath. “Daddy’s also excited for Mommy to come back home. We can show her what a good girl you’ve been to Daddy today.”

[morphestic]

inumaki is a cursed speech user. his speech amplifies the power and compulsion of words. he limits his vocabulary to keep others safe.

[breannasfluff]

The smell of salt alerts Time to something amiss. The cub is missing, as is Twilight. His protege is scouting the area, so there’s nothing to worry about there. 

Link, or Wild as the wolves nickname him, should be in the den-cave. 

The hollow holds his scent, but the boy is missing. Breathing deeply, Time follows the scent of tears. 

The hero curses the goddesses as often as he thanks them. The curses are for the blank slate of a child stuffed into an empty shell and burdened to save a crumbling land. The gratitude is that he and Twilight are allowed to help ease the burden, even in some small way. 

The salt is getting stronger and his ears flick at the sound of stifled sobs. Twilight might have an edge on him as far as stealth, but he’s growing better at hiding his golden bulk and softening paw steps. 

Wild’s found a crack between two trees growing together and crammed himself inside. Time questions how he manages to fit, but fit he does. 

His sobs are quiet, barely more than shuddering breaths and shaking shoulders. Even new to the world, Wild quickly learned silence can keep him safe. 

Of course, Twilight and Time do their best to protect him. Sometimes he’ll hum along with Twilight's howled songs. The intelligence in his sharp gaze is clear, but he struggles to speak. 

Neither wolf can sign like this, but Twilight is adept at transferring words into motions and actions. Time picks it up quickly and finds instincts fill in the holes. 

Wild, thankfully, picks it up nearly as quickly. The flick of his ears clearly shows when he’s listening but ignoring them. He growls and huffs and snorts in clear mimicry of their vocalizations. 

He’s a sponge for information; if only it came from hylians and not wolves. Hyrule is empty of all but animals so far. There’s traces of humanity, but it will take time to find them.

Silence fills the woods and Time focuses on Wild again to find wide eyes staring back. He presses further into his hollow, ears pinning back. 

Okay, Time tries to say, wagging his tail. Okay, not angry.

There’s no reason for the cub to feel guilty, but it seems to be a default emotion. 

He tilts his head, letting one ear flop and giving a little whine to get the point across. What’s wrong?

Wild bares his teeth in clear dismal, but doesn’t back it up with a growl. 

Time whines again and edges closer. Not leaving. 

Sniffling breaks the standoff and Wild scrubs at his eyes. “Scared.” The Hylian word is rough, but it makes sense at least. 

He whines again. Why? 

Curse that he can’t have the conversation he needs with the cub. A wolf’s vocabulary is limited, especially when trying to provide explanations. 

The next words are garbled and Wild flaps a hand vaguely, obviously annoyed. The tree hollow is doing him no good, so Time pokes his head in and gets his teeth on a corner of the tunic, tugging. 

The cub tumbles out in a sprawl of limbs, but doesn’t get up. The tears are starting again, tracing lines down his cheeks. 

Time doesn’t hesitate to crawl half on top of Wild, trying to convey with weight and body heat that the other is not alone. 

Fingers twine into his fur and Wild buries his face in his ruff. 

Sad, says his body. But more than that, guilt, worry, shame. The tense set of his shoulders is all too familiar; Time’s worn the same expression. 

Cub?

“Zel…Zelda.”

He stiffens, then relaxes consciously when Wild tenses in response. 

“Zelda. Failed. My fault.” Worry, guilt, fear.

Oh, Cub. Time lets his head fall heavy on Wild’s chest. Hylia asks too much of this new spirit. If only he could explain that Wild did nothing wrong. He might not know the history of this empty world, but Wild is a Link. He sees the same dedication reflected in Twilight. None of them would give up, no matter how bad the odds. 

Time can say none of this, though. Instead, he licks fresh tears away and lets the cub hide his face in his fur. 

Wild deserves a real family, but Time and Twilight will have to do. 

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