#I COULDNT EVEN PREPARE FOR IT I THOUGH THEY WOULD BOTH MAKE IT OUT

[dragonartist56]

As someone who has been near deathly afraid of tornados since I was little

I am never watching the new Twisters movie

[arolesbianism]

You see oni is great because it's full of the lamest nonbinary people you've ever met except they're also all just some guy except they're also all massive freaks and also there's more of these freaks that are binary gendered it's just lame freaks all the way down

[minhosbitterriver]

hi green, how are you doing ?? i hope everything’s alright<33

i hope you dont mind but i wanted to request something again >< i was wondering if you could write a smut with chan, but focus more on the aftercare ??

lets say he had a stressful week and during sex he decided to reselase his anger and stress on the reader, but they had a hard week themselves and just couldnt take it, so they decided to use their safeword and channie would be all like oh ?? and maybe the reader would even cry a little and be apologetic, because “i’m so sorry, i know you had a hard time, i just can’t do it today” saying that while clinging to him and seeking comfort >:((

and then chan would focus on making them feel safe, he would clean the up and reassure them that if completely fine and he's proud of them and just the whole aftercare part ><

if its too much then its completely fine !! please dont feel pressured to write it if its not your cup of tea<33

anyway, please take care !!😽

use of the safe word.

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pairing: chan x female reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, rough and overwhelming sex, crying, bloody lip, aftercare, not proofread

rating: 18+

summary: chan had always been the sweetest human ever, but after you’d both had a rough week, you both find out that you had different ways of decompressing.

His fingers found their way to your throat while he groaned in your ear, squeezing in a way you usually adored as Chan thrusted in and out of you at a brutal pace. He was completely lost in his own world, moaning about how tight you felt around him and how he’d been thinking about having you like this all day after the stress he’s had to deal with over the course of several days. It was difficult to breathe for you, though, all of your senses seemingly going haywire as you attempted to ground yourself by gripping the sheets below you and trying to focus on his babbles of pleasure. However, instead of enjoying this moment with your lover like you normally would, your mind was a storm of frustration and stress that only increased with Chan’s speed.

It was too much for you — everything about this was overwhelming, including the guilt that followed your distressed thoughts. Chan had arrived home and immediately pulled you in for a rough kiss, and you had followed along because you were well aware of how rough it’s been for him recently and you figured you’d let him release it all on you before talking. Although nothing could’ve prepared you for the complete disconnect that plagued you — you didn’t feel seen or loved, he barely managed to remember some of the things he knew you liked while he chased his own orgasm. It wasn’t to say that he was doing it purposely, you knew that Chan loved you to insanity because this was strange for him.

Unwanted tears rolled down your cheeks, and you bit your lip harshly so as to not let him know of your state since his face was buried into the nape of your neck. His breath felt hot on your skin, and sharp pangs of pain shot up your body with each time Chan bottomed out. Your eyes were squeezed shut so as to prevent any more tears from spilling, and a whimper escaped your lips as your teeth broke skin.

Too much. Too much. I don’t like this!

Chan’s movements became slightly more erratic, which signifies that he was close to achieving his orgasm. But the room was spinning and you didn’t think you could take this roughness any longer.

“Channie, stop, stop, red light!”

All movements halted, dizzying you slightly. Chan pulled back immediately as his grip on your throat loosened and his eyes scanned your face with concern. The sobs were pushing their way out of you and the tears rolled down your cheeks freely and stained the pillow below your head. “I’m so sorry, Channie!”

“Oh— Wait, no, no don’t apologize,” Chan quickly responded, slowly pulling out of you so as to not overwhelm you further. His brows were furrowed, catching sight of your bloody bottom lip and your anguished expression. “What happened baby? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry, your entire body shaking violently as you reached for your boyfriend. “I know you’ve been having a hard time, I just can’t take it today.”

He wrapped his muscled arms around your trembling body, kissing the top of your head as the beat of his heart seemed to ground you despite how erratic it was, bringing you back to reality. It was clear that he was still confused, and you were grateful that he wasn’t pushing for an explanation right away. Instead he shifted slightly so that he could place his calloused hand on your chest, applying a bit of pressure while inhaling and exhaling deeply. You followed his breathing pattern, slowly noticing that he’d pulled you into his lap at some point, cradling your body as though it was made of porcelain.

When your cries had slowed to a near stop, he moved his gaze onto your face — guilty eyes searching for any remaining distress. His thumb caressed your cheeks, drying your tears in the process as he attempted a soft smile.

“Baby?”

A shaky breath made its way past your lips, eyes glued to the crumpled sheets while you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“No, angel, don’t apologize.” Chan spoke softly, yet his tone was stern. “Please don’t apologize, I’m proud of you for stopping me, okay?”

You could only nod meekly.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Nothing was said, but the shame arose in the form of choked sobs and Chan pulled you back onto his chest while rocking from side to side. His fingers carded through your hair gently as he hummed a nearly inaudible tune to calm you. This time, you were able to pull yourself quicker.

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?” He didn’t wait for a response before he was lifting you up slightly and laying you on his side of your shared bed. The sound of his speedy footsteps that made their way to the kitchen were the only thing heard aside from your own ragged breathing.

You sat up when he returned with a cold glass of water in one hand and what looked like a warm, wet towel in the other. He handed you the water first, watching you intently as you hissed a bit as soon as your cut lip made contact with the coldness of your drink. You downed your drink in one go, your throat screeching in relief from how dry it had been until a moment ago.

“I’m going to clean you up a little bit, and then you should pee.”

His rough hands touched your shoulder lightly, nudging you so that you would lay back and spread your lips. The jolt that occurred as soon as you felt the warmth of the towel touch your core had your ears turning red in shame, you knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt you so there was no reason to act like this. You didn’t miss the hurt that flashed across his face.

As you peed, Chan was quietly filling up the bathtub and adding a lavender scented bath bomb to soothe your anxiety. You watched him work from the toilet in silence, lips set into a deep frown.

“It’s done baby,” Chan announced, turning to face you with a benign smile. “We should take care of your lip first though.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled again as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “I haven’t done anything but add to your stress, and it shouldn’t have been like this. I could’ve lasted until you–”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Y/N.” Chan sounded so grave you couldn’t help but inhale sharply, eyes widening slightly. “Please don’t ever do that, we have a safe word for a reason. Always, always use it whenever you’re not having a good time. There’s really no hard feelings for me, what’s important for me is that you’re okay and that I don’t end up hurting you.”

You sniffed, bracing yourself as he neared you with a small cloth that had been dipped in antiseptics that made you hiss at the burn as soon as he dabbed it to your wound. He gently blew on your lip as an effort to lessen the pain.

“You’re so sweet to me.”

Chan pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering for a moment as if to make you feel his love through the simple action – and you did. A small smile made its way onto your face at last as his hands guided you to the bathtub, helping you get in before he knelt beside you.

The warmth of the deliciously scented water instantly relaxed your sore muscles, you sighed in relief. The light swishing sound of the water following your movements seemed to add to your newfound serenity, your eyes falling closed for only a second before the sense of something being missing began gnawing at your mind. You turned to find Chan sitting on the bathroom floor, eyes sparkling as he watched you while resting his chin on the edge of the bathtub. The corners of your mouth quirked up slightly at the sight, heart soaring.

“Join me.”

He shook his head, returning your smile.

“Channie,” you pouted. “You don’t have to feel guilty about what happened, I promised.”

He shook his head again, his smile remaining as he blinked rapidly as if to keep unshed tears at bay.

“Baby, please don’t feel guilty…you didn’t know.”

“No,” his voice cracked a bit. “I should’ve known, you bit your lip so hard you started bleeding. You were crying, you weren’t even able to tell me what happened. I should’ve noticed.”

Your hand touched the side of his face, droplets of water rolling down his smooth skin. “I should have told you I wasn’t okay as soon as I realized, baby. But we can still relax together, please, join me.”

Chan seemed hesitant for a few beats before sighing. He was already naked, so all he needed to do was take his place behind you. It was a tight fit, but you liked this kind of closeness as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso and he rested his chin on your shoulder. Neither of you speak for a bit, basking in the tranquility of it all.

“I’m sorry.”

Not a word needed to be said, so you lifted his hand and kissed it once, twice, three times until he chuckled lightly. He pressed his own lips on your shoulder, and you felt a few tears grace the skin near his lips, so you reached up to his hair and scratched his head as a form of comfort.

“I knew that you were frustrated, stressed and all of that when you brought me to our room and I really thought I would be fine,” you finally explained, Chan had yet to remove his lips from you as he listened. “But I guess I didn’t take into consideration the shitty week I’ve been having too and it was just– a lot of it was just the new boss that arrived last Monday micromanaging every single breath I took, my workload was humongous compared to what I used to have before. He was so condescending, too, just doubting everything I said and asking my male coworkers to double check all the information I provided. I didn’t have a good time. And then we were having sex, and we barely exchanged a few words to each other before that, and it was just very overwhelming. I should’ve said something, so part of it was on me. I will make sure to be better next time, be more vocal about my needs and such.”

Chan lifted his head from your shoulder, cupping his hands to spill some of it onto your hair, massaging your scalp. “I’m sorry your new boss has been such an uptight dick all week…and I’m sorry I was so rough with you– especially without at least talking with you for a bit before, I’ll be sure to check in on you more often when we make love, especially if negative emotions are affecting either of us.”

“I really appreciate you, Channie.” You take his hands in yours, massaging them lightly and playing with his pretty fingers absentmindedly. “What about you, baby, what had you so worked up when you got here?”

Chan’s voice was soothing as he talked, the vibrations of his voice could be felt on his chest and it served as some kind of comforting sensation as you pressed yourself even more to him and closed your eyes.

word count: 1.9k 🛁 posted: 12 • 17 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

Thank you so much for this request, Merin. This was such an unexpectedly healing experience for me, and I thank you for it. You’ve only made two requests, but I can tell you that I’ve grown to love when you do since you always ask for such touching topics that aren’t mentioned or discussed enough. So please, request however many times as you’d like!

I hope you’re doing well, and I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it :)

( 🏷️ ) taglist: @grandpafelixx , @agi-ppangx

[goldsainz]

HIS LUCKY CHARM — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

summary: lando is disappointed you can’t make it to his home race, only to be surprised at the end.

request: “Hi! Could you write something about Lando and reader when she surprise him on race day. Lando is sad when she told can't do this on his home race bc something important with her work but after all she appears on Sunday on track. He is more than happy with that and archive good resolut be she is his lucky charm”

warnings: teeny tiny bit of angst, a probably not accurate depiction of the garage

NOTE: WHAT A RACE!! loved the lando+lewis podium, also oscar was great 🫶 anyway, to celebrate have this little thing, thank you sm for requesting bc this inspired me a lot (you kinda manifested the good result???) i added a shameless cameo in there, i just couldnt help myself! (the ending is rushed, ignore it😁)

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“I’m so sorry, Lando.” Is what you say to your boyfriend when you have to break the bad news to him.

“It’s okay.” His face breaks into a broken smile, with glossy eyes he holds your hands and brushes his thumbs up and down your palms.

“I’ll still tune in.” 

“I know.”

“I’ll be rooting for you.” 

“I know.”

You take your hands from his hold, and place them around his neck. You watch as his right posture lightly relaxes at your touch. 

“I don’t wanna miss it. You know I don’t.” 

You wish your job wasn’t as demanding as it was, that it didn’t make you fly to another country in the middle of your boyfriend’s home Grand Prix. But it does. And you’re not sure how to handle the emotional stress it inflicts on you both, and you sure hope it doesn’t affect him in a way that will mess up his race.

“And if I could make it, I would.” 

“It’s alright. It’s your job, I know it’s not your fault.” Even though Lando’s words seem reassuring, and he means them with his whole heart; you still feel guilty. 

With that, he stands up and makes his way to the kitchen of your shared apartment. You watch him leave, and with a heavy heart start to pack whatever stuff you need for your trip. It destroys you to see him sad so close to his home race, a time where he should be joyous, only worried about the car and nothing more. 

You’re not sure how you’re going to make it up to him, but you will.

Somehow.

You were being a little secretive, and you were sure Lando definitely noticed. 

Your boss and you had managed to come to an arrangement which allowed you to be present for the race. It would all be very tight in timing, but nothing that couldn’t be accomplished. It involved a lot of overworking the days before, but it was very much worth it.

You could already imagine the face Lando would make when he finally saw you. Whether he got a good result or not, there was no doubt you wanted to be there with him. 

It took a lot of care for you to arrive at the paddock almost incognito, with fans already speculating why you weren't at his home race. Thankfully no break-up rumours had surfaced, but there were a couple hurtful ones that made you want to be present even more. 

But you knew that no matter how much Lando acted like he was oblivious to what happened around him, his silly act was simply that; an act. You didn't like keeping secrets from him, it felt wrong to have to blatantly lie to him whilst everyone around him knew something he didn't. Still, it would all work out in the end.

Lando’s family had been so happy to see you in the paddock. His grandma (who adored you) hugged you as tightly as she could, quickly bidding you goodbye when you told her you had to go to the garage quickly to get prepared for the race. 

There was no doubt that the tingly feeling of nerves creeped up on you the moment you spotted all the engineers and people moving around, getting everything that needed to be set up wrapped up so the race could go smoothly. Zak was already at the pit wall, and Lando was sitting in his car ready for the formation lap to begin. 

At the garage you spotted Florence Pugh, who had a McLaren headset on. You had seen her on the paddock, but wasn't aware of the fact that she had come to the race invited by McLaren. You tried not to freak out, you saw celebrities almost everywhere when you came to races or went out with Lando. Still, the actress had a special place in your heart.

It took a little of hyping yourself up, and confidence to walk up to her, but you did. You would be sharing the garage for an hour and a half, the least you could do is socialise a little. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N.” You said to Florence watching her turn around with a smile on her face.

“Hello!” She says, greeting you like you were an old friend. “I’m Florence”

“You’re a McLaren fan?” 

“Honestly, I’m more of a Lewis fan.” She said with a laugh, keeping ehr voice just loud enough so you could hear her.

“I get that. I mean, who isn’t?” 

The conversation flowed for a little more until the race was about to start. You excused yourself and moved to an area closer to the screen, where you could watch Lando close-up. You loved being in the garage because of the different screens and the attention to their drivers, that allowed you to experience the race in different ways.

Your headset was adjusted and you were awaiting the moment where David Croft would say it’s lights out. Your knee was slightly bouncing, but you tried your best to contain the nerves. 

“It lights out and away we go!” Exclaims David Croft, his voice echoing through the garage.

You watch as Lando has a great start, and it takes about a second for him to take the lead. You hear the roar of the crowd before you can even react.

“Yes! Go Lando!” You scream, your voice doesn't make anyone flinch because everyone around you has the same reaction. It is a sight to behold, a moment you are more than grateful to see live. 

“I can’t believe it.” Someone next to you says, and you can't help but smile. 

It is no secret how badly the season started for McLaaren. You watched Lando’s smile waver more than once, his faith in the team never wavering, but still. He was rightfully let down by the performance of the adr,a dn you had to reassure him multiple times that it wasn't his fault. Because he was doing the best that he could with what he had. 

So now, seeing him get to this moment, is absolutely deserved.

A couple of laps go by and Max takes the lead for your boyfriend. There is disappointment in the atmosphere, but everyone knows that P2 is a miracle and that Lando is doing absolutely great work out there. They all know how great it would be to have him finish in that position, especially since Oscar is P3. 

Getting a podium in Silverstone would mean the world to Lando, Which is why you're worried about what will happen when they pit. Whatever strategy they choose will determine if Lando gets podium or not, and you will not pretend to really know what happens or how they come up with strategies, but you hope that they dont mess up his race because of wrong timing or choose the wrong tyres. 

As you watch his car race, you suddenly see on the screen that one of the Haas cars has come to a halt. A safety car is deployed, which means a couple of cars will choose to change tyres. The whole garage groans when Lewis’s car comes out in front of Oscar’s after he pits, now challenging Lando’s position.

It’s like you can’t breathe between those laps that Lando and Lewis battle for P2. Everyone is at the edge of their seats watching them race against the other, and you hope that this doesn't end up running both their races. The last thing anyone wants is for them to crash, because going from that position to a DNF would result in disappointment for everyone involved.

“Come on, Lando! Come on!” You scream, your palms intertwined in front of you as you watch him fight for his position. 

Thankfully, Lando manages to maintain his standing and leaves Lewis behind him for good. The hard compound tyres he was pitted for are giving him a tough time, you know that it is not ideal. Not when he could've lost his position, but with just 10 laps to go your faith in him is over the roof. 

You’re on twitter, refreshing your timeline to see if there is anything you missed. The fans are so enthusiastic, their comments make you smile. Even if there are people out there who don't like Lando, there are even more who love him and want nothing but the best for him. 

You watch as Florence is escorted out of the garage since she will be waving the flag. You watch her face light up in excitement, and in all her excitement she still waves at you. You don't waste a second in waving right back at her, turning your head right after to the screens.

The moment Lando crosses the finish line the McLaren garage erupts in cheers. You hug whoever is next to you, a teary smile pulling at your lips. You cannot help the tears that fall down your face, you usually don't get that emotional during a race, but this is his home race and he is on the podium. If there is any time to cry, this is it. 

You are almost running to the barriers, waiting for the moment that Lando steps out of his car and goes to celebrate with the team. You are wearing his merch, something that will surely stand out to him, enough that in his podium haze he will spot you. 

He goes up to the team, his helmet now long gone, and that is when he sees you.

You who told him you couldn't make it, are suddenly there. 

In a flash he moves in front of you. You cannot tell him anything because in an instant he is grabbing you, squeezing you so tight he lifts you up from the ground in excitement, you giggle right in his ear and he is sure that that is the most beautiful sound he will ever hear. He is careful not to take the barrier with him, not wanting a warning from the stewards.

After a couple seconds you pull back slightly enough to see his face. Your hands waste no time in grabbing his face and placing his lips right over  yours. Lando reacts almost immediately, melting right into the kiss, the adrenaline from the race still pumping through his veins. You can hear some cameras click, and the cheer from some people, but you ignore it.

You have to pull back eventually, not because you want to, but because there is so much to say and not enough time, not to forget the fact that he has yet to go to the podium.

“I cannot believe you’re here.” He whispers right over your lips, his sticky forehead pressed against yours.

“I couldn’t miss this.” You say, watching as his lips pull into a grin.

“I was pretty cool out there, wasn't I?” You snort at his words, separating from him but his hands never leave your waist.

“Oscar was really cool.” His grip on your waist tightens, “I haven’t properly congratulated him yet, actually.”

Someone from the team says something to him, you're sure they're telling him to wrap your conversation up because he has to go up to the podium. 

“You were great out there.” You tell him, your eyes holding all the sincerity in the world. You watch his gaze soften at your words, and he places a quick peck as he finally lets you out of his hold.

“Of course I was,” You shake your head at his smugness, “My lucky charm was here.”

You cannot help the tears that well up in your eyes at the softness of his words. You know that the celebrations and compliments are not over, but for now they are. You step back a little from the barrier, seeing as he is rushed to the podium and joins his fellow drivers on the steps. 

You smile up at him, watching as he grabs the champagne. He moves it around a little and then hits it against the ground, effectively bringing back the iconic champagne spike he does whenever he is on the podium. 

Lando sprays it everywhere, and you're almost sure a little hits you. Your theory is confirmed when he is smiling widely at you, like a kid caught doing something he should but isn't the least bit sorry. You laugh at his antics, which in turn makes him smile even wider (which you're not sure how it's even possible). 

When the champagne runs out, his gaze catches yours once more. You mouth an “I love you” to him, watching from afar as he blushes. A second after he returns the sentiment, mouthing it back and blowing you a kiss.

You thank your boss in your head for letting you be here with him, because if you hadn't been here with him you would've sure felt horrible for it. 

After all, Lando needs his lucky charm with him and you're more than happy to oblige to his wishes.

[vxlentinescookies]

Ohmygosh I loved your story for Longan Dragon! It really made me smile reading it 💖

Can I request a secluded fem!reader with Pitaya Dragon Cookie?

Reader is the daughter of Hollyberry Cookie, twin to Royal Berry Cookie. Maybe have her be the archivist for her kingdom?

You know how Hollyberry was away for a few years and left the kingdom to her son and his wife? And eventually Pitaya ended up spending time at the kingdom during her absence?

Perhaps this was the time when they meet the archivist. They constantly seek her out each time they go to the castle 🤭

→ ❛The Archivist❜

→ Pairing ; Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Reader → Quote ; ❛❛From then on, you’d become the bride of the Dragon.❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanon → A/N ; Sorry it took so long haha, but Im happy to know you liked the Longan x reader!! Hope you enjoy this one too!!

Royalhood was not your thing, instead, you sought a life hidden within books and tales of the kingdom you lived in. As the daughter of Hollyberry Cookie, you were held in high regard by many of your peers, including your brother, but you couldnt care less, being more comfortable inside the various halls of the archive inside of the castle walls. However, the very few times you did leave the castle halls, there would be people speaking about you everywhere, about who you were, what you did, and why you were rarely seen outside the castle. In between these curious people was none other than Pitaya Dragon Cookie, stumbling around the kingdom in a human disguise, they were drawn to you, called upon you, and soon enough, they'd form an unlikely friendship with you.

It all started with a trip and the dropping of the books you were carrying. While people around you gossipped, Pitaya helped you pick them up begrudgingly. They wanted to fit in for now, so, they'd do what most cookies did.

They introduced themselves as Pitaya Cookie, a traveler from far lands, and in your ingenuity you accepted that explanation, though closer observation would lead to realizing that there was much, much more than what meets the eye.

Curiosity would get the best of Pitaya, and eventually they'd be the one seeking to see you every time, it all starts with coincidental meetings in the city as Pitaya walks around and just so happens to stumble upon you, to Pitaya making those meetings happen.

They'd start being more bold, going to the castle to ask for you, and thats when it happens, when they realize who you are in truth.

“Why didnt you tell me you were Hollyberry’s daughter?”

They'd ask once, barging into the archives of the castle as you simply yelped and turned around to see them, surprised at the sudden intrusion. You’d lift an eyebrow and tell them that it was none of their business, and that it wasnt that important to be mentioned, you didnt like being in the spotlight, and that you knew something that they kept secret to the overall public: Their status as a dragon amongst cookies. This put Pitaya at a standstill, especially as feelings began to grow between them… and you.

They'd need to come to terms with the fact that you were Hollyberry’s daughter, and that you knew their identity since long before they even had the chance to tell you in their own terms… And of course they also needed to come to terms with the pesky feelings they felt for you.

It’d take them some time, so please be patient with them, as they prepare to court you. As a dragon, they're greedy, so them coming to visit you becomes more and more prominent, and their affections pass from platonic to slowly more romantic, to always having a hand on you.

They'd confess once, deep within the archives in the night where you wouldnt be found easily. They had been caught by the guards trying to sneak into the castle, so they took the run to try and not blow their cover as a dragon disguised as a cookie. 

From then on, you’d become the bride of the Dragon, while not known to the public, the both of you would be aware of this pact, this little celebration of love and affection. So, when they returned to being a dragon, know that they'll be waiting for you in the forests outside of the Hollyberry kingdom, always waiting, only for you.

[midnight-black2]

prompt 4 for jann?

He and reader both attend gt academy and he has a crush on them. Reader becomes very close with matty which leads to him and jann fighting over them and reader showing jann who they really want^^

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader

synopsis : what the req saysss

disclaimers : sub!jann, dom!reader, palming, jealousy, teasing, etc (NOT FULL SMUT!!)

note : i just now realized that i didn't actually include the prompt quote, but just know that it's obviously still based off of the prompt. also, this is like a lime, so it's not full smut, sorry if you wanted that! if you did, you can request a part two, but i just left it at a makeout sesh that eludes to smut, lol

jann hated matty.

he hated the way matty spoke, all cocky with an edge to every end of a sentence. he hated the way he walked, head held high with such unnecessary confidence. but most of all...

...he hated the way you liked matty so much. always saying things like "he's really quite nice once you get to know him." and as much as jann despised it, he knew he couldnt really stop you. hell, he probably wouldn't even try to. but god did it get under his skin when you and matty would laugh together, looking like you were having the time of your lives.

"no no, i'm serious!" you exclaimed, before leaning back in and whispering something in mattys ear. something secretive. a secret. why could you tell marty secrets? why couldnt jann be in mattys place right now? why did jann have this undeniable stabbing pain in his chest watching the two of you from afar?

"you can't be," matty said, furrowing his brows with a smirk. you shrugged. jann and matty made eye contact, and mattys smirk only grew, it was like he knew what he was doing, which made jann only angrier.

it's not like jann knew what you and matty were talking about, and it might have done him more good if he would have listened. then he would've realized you guys were talking about him. how you had a crush on him, and how you were preparing to tell him. but it was only until jann was standing in front of you, asking just what it is you were whispering in mattys ear and giggling about that he became aware.

"the conversation wasn't much," you replied, absentmindedly. you wanted to wait until the right moment to truly fess up, but he was making it rather difficult.

"it didn't seem like it," he said, under his breath, swallowing hard. he regretted the words as soon as he spoke them. however, there was no going back.

"fine, if you really want to know, i was telling him about how much i like you, jann," you said, with a sigh. sure, you could sense his jealousy from a mile away. you didn't ever think he'd do something about it, though. now, he was proving you wrong. his eyes widened, as he froze. his mouth opened, then closed. he wanted to say something, but he felt like he didn't have the right to.

"Y/N-i... i didn't know i'm sorry i just-" you cut him off with a snort.

"it's all good, jann. i won't hold it against you or anything. but, why were you so annoyed by me hanging out with matty anyway?" you asked, trying to suppress your growing smirk. he looked down, with a hoarse chuckle. the situation was ironic, surely.

"because i like you too," he uttered, anxiously. even though you had already said how you felt, he couldn't help but be exponentially nervous. it was just-- you. no other thoughts apart from you and driving consumed him. those were the two most important things to him. of course you made him nervous. you grinned complacently.

"i know."

"you...do?" he questioned, looking back up and facing you. his brows were furrowed, and you laughed.

"i've known since the start."

"it could not have been that obvious," he said, with a defeated chuckle. he tried defending himself, but to no avail.

"oh trust me, it most definitely was," you answered. "...so now do you believe that it's you that i want?"

"well yeah, i mean you've said it but..." he trailed off. he didn't know how he intended to finish that sentence. he also couldnt find the courage to finish it, anyway.

"let me prove it to you."

"how?" he asked, voice shaky and uncertain. he maybe had a clue of what you were suggesting. maybe.

"follow me, and you'll find out," you said, gesturing for him to do just that. so, he did. he was too curious not to. you both went to the sleeping quarters, which currently were unoccupied since everyone was out training. you urged him to sit down on your bed, and he complied. you then sat down next to him.

"i think it's really ridiculous that you couldnt see how much i do like you, jann," you said, as you intently looked in his eyes, awaiting a response.

"im sorry. i didn't think i could be so dense," he said, with a breathy laugh. his eyes flickered to your lips. it was a split second, but it was noticeable enough. you leaned in slightly, and he felt this sort of magnetic pull to do the same. there was only a breath between you, as your lips grazed against his. you sealed the gap, finally. lips moving in sync, perfectly harmonious with one another.

your hand cupped his cheek, as he rested his hand on your waist. you both started to kiss each other with fervor. when you eventually pulled away, the two of you were breathless. his grasp on your hip tightened as he desperately attempted to ground himself. there was no way this was happening...--no, it was. it was definitely happening. because when you crashed your lips back on his, and slipped your tongue inside his mouth, and lied him down and hovered over top of him, he felt it all crash at him at once, like a big wave. his head was reeling.

"do you want this?" you mumbled against his lips. he nodded eagerly, and you found it entirely amusing. "i need your words, jann."

"please," he begged. that was all you needed, before your hand trailed down his body. you reached the part of him that ached for you. you started palming him over his clothing. he whimpered softly, shifting and writhing beneath you.

well, let's simply say you guys had a lot of fun that day.

╰┈➤ uh oh, cliffhanger! might post a pt.2 sometime, idk

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[achaotichuman]

Thirty-One Days of Tamcien people!!! Prompts list is here if you would like to join in for this little unofficial event!

For this fic, I couldnt resist the angst potential. I hope you are all prepared for the pain.

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPICITONS OF INFANTICIDE

“Well, Lucien?”

Lucien stared, wide-eyed at his eldest brother. Eris kept a pristine blank face, the picture of Autumn royalty. With his pressed tunic, and polished gold jewellery. He stood next to Beron who looked bored, unamused, like the delivery of news that his youngest son was to be shackled into a political marriage wasn’t nothing more than chatter about the weather of the past week. 

“What?” Lucien asked, dumbfounded. 

“The boy finally speaks.” Beron muttered, the High lord took a breath, straightening his back as he reiterated the news in a far less… gentle way, then how Eris had said it, “The High lord of Spring and I have come up with a plan, Lucien. The youngest of Spring is an unfit Heir, but a potential Heir nonetheless. With his shapeshifting capabilities, however, he is capable of bearing children. And despite both his and your… lesser preferences when it comes to partners-”

Lucien snapped in a sharp breath at the words ‘lesser preferences’. A breath Beron noticed, his eyes were alight with power as he murmured, “Keep a tight leash on your sharp tongue, if it weren’t for how useful you are, I’d have you dead.”

Lucien’s hand clenched underneath the table, but he schooled his features. Briefly glancing at Eris who just stared at him with pity in his eyes. 

Beron had never given Lucien much thought, often forgetting he even existed. It had allowed him more freedom than the rest of his brothers. He was mostly free to do as he pleased. But there were some boundaries that even a forgotten, lesser seventh son could not cross. Enjoying romantic, or motherforbid, sexual company as a male with other males was one of those boundaries. 

Lucien had thought Beron might kill him when he was told by a sentry that Lucien had been caught dallying with one of the male courtiers in the gardens. He had locked him in his bedroom for days, his only company one of the maids who brought him meals and drink, as well as Silas, his second-eldest brother, who occasionally sent a bottle of wine to drown his sorrows in. 

At first, Lucien had kicked at the door, screamed and cried, but it was heavily fortified with some kind of enchantment that not even Lucien, as talented as he was at undoing spells, could figure out. 

And that brought him to this morning, being sat down in front of his entire family. His mother not even looking him in the eyes, as she sat at Beron’s left. His other brothers watched either their plates or Lucien himself. Most of them looked bored. Lucien supposed it would be boring for them to watch. 

For him though, his heart was pounding in his chest. His hands were shaking, his knuckles white as he fought to keep his anger in check, even as it rose in the back of his throat, burning hotter and hotter with every stoking breath. 

Beron continued on, uncaring for Lucien’s clear distress, “Elvin has sent his third son here. He will be shapeshifted to the body of a female, and you will court him as is proper. We will make sure all our affairs are in order, then you will marry him, and bear a son, one who will be taken and raised by the nurses, and taught by Eris. If your child is powerful enough to make up for your endless failures and disappointments, then I will let both you and the failure son of Spring live. If not…”

It took everything in Lucien to raise his voice enough, to keep his voice steady enough, to ask, “And if I bear a daughter?”

“There will be no daughter.” Beron said softly, “If there is, she is to be killed so swiftly even I never hear of her existence. If there is a daughter, you will end her life and say a boy died in childbirth. Then you will try again until you produce a worthy son.”

A sob tried to rack through his body, pushing against his ribs, his throat constricting until he was sure he wasn’t breathing. His skin was slick with sweat, his eyes burned with tears. 

It was simple and plain. He was to be locked in a marriage with a male who would hate him for what he was doing to him. Their child would not be theirs, a boy that would be Eris’ Heir in every way that counted. And if they had a daughter, she would not live long enough to open her eyes.

The doors opened behind Lucien, they creaked, and footsteps filed into the room, but Lucien heard it all very distantly. Everything became far away, like he was sinking underwater, slipping into darkness. 

“Do you understand, Lucien?” Beron asked. Lucien didn’t fully hear what he said, but he felt himself nod nonetheless. 

“He is here, milord.” Someone said, 

“Send him in,” Someone else said. Might’ve been Beron. Might’ve been Eris. 

Lucien stopped hearing altogether. 

He was beautiful. 

He was so, so beautiful. Lucien got a little light-headed trying to imagine what he’d look like in his natural male form.

With long, golden hair. Like fine threads of pure gold. Vibrant eyes, so green, but shrouded with a kind of darkness that reminded Lucien of standing on the border to Spring at night as a child, looking in to see the dark woods shrouded in fog. 

Lucien knew his female figure was shifted to suit Beron’s ideas for what a woman should look like. A trim waist cinched by a tight green corset decorated with details of golden roses, ample breasts that were pushed up by the corset. Long skirts flared out over the tiles of the Forest House floor, hiding his legs that Lucien was sure were also designed to meet Beron’s strict requirements. 

But even with every cleverly sewn-in modification to his form, there was a sure power behind every stride. Muscle that flexed underneath the too tight fabric, and a warrior’s gaze underneath the makeup that tried to hide cuts and bruises. Lucien was sure he spied bandaged that peeked out when the puffy sleeves of his dress rode up slightly. 

“My High Lord, this is Tamlin, the youngest son of the Spring Court.” The male that escorted the young prince said. 

Beron tilted his head, one ankle resting on his other knee, as he surveyed the youngest Prince from his throne. 

“Not so much a son anymore.” Beron muttered, then raised his voice to say, “You’ll be a fine Lady for my son. However, the name Tamlin no longer fits the wearer.”

“Names are a title only fit for those deserving, easily stripped from those lesser.” The male said he had dark brown hair and pretty eyes, if only they weren’t so ugly from the greed that shone in them, Lucien thought. 

Tamlin had been entirely blank-faced since he entered, but for the first time, his eyes lit up with fear. 

“My mother named me.” Tamlin said, his voice clearly altered to fit his new body. But distress shone plainly in it. 

Lucien’s eyes widened slightly. The panic he now understood. His mother had not been allowed to name any of her sons before him, but Beron had not cared for what his name might be. Lucien had been the only child she bore that she had any say over. 

If the horror stories of what High Lord Elvin did to his wife were true, then Lucien was sure that Tamlin had also been the only son Dahlia had been allowed to name. 

Beron scowled, “You will do well to watch yourself. Ladies and those of lesser value do not speak unless spoken too.”

Tamlin lowered his eyes, but briefly, for a small fleeting moment, they looked towards him. 

Lucien’s heart raced in his chest when their gazes locked. 

This was no normal man. 

His eyes burned with such a ferocity. With such fire if it weren’t for the essence of Spring that seemed to seep from his very bones, he could’ve been of Autumn. 

Lucien swallowed hard. 

The two Lords spoke, and it was nothing more than a background buzz in his ears, as Lucien felt his heart racing in his chest. 

Tamlin stayed in the Forest House. Lucien never thought he’d say it, but Beron was more merciful to him than Elvin had been to Tamlin. Eris had briefly informed him that Tamlin was not welcome back in Spring, ever. He was banished. 

Lucien had never met the High Lord of Spring. Not properly, only fleetingly through glances in meetings or during celebrations in which the Spring Court was invited. Elvin had been the picture of power. Wearing furs, gold and jewels. Unsurprisingly, he and Beron got on well. 

But Beron had not banished Lucien, that would raise questions, and Beron would rather keep his disappointment around then promote gossip. Because gossipers always found out, and if the Autumn Court knew one of his sons enjoyed the company of males. Beron’s ego would never recover. 

Elvin did not seem to care, gladly allowing gossip to spread, just so long as he never had to see Tamlin again.

That level of hatefulness frightened Lucien. 

Tamlin himself was quiet. He was given a new name, and remained under the careful gaze of his mother’s watchful Ladies. Who didn’t let him out of their sights for long. 

The ‘courting’ was mostly Lucien sitting in the same general vicinity as Tamlin and allowing his mother to talk to the people who chaperoned Tamlin. 

Tamlin himself remained glassy-eyed, with a back ramrod straight, and a pleasant smile on his pretty face. 

Lucien tried to return the smile, he tried to talk to him, but he would receive strange looks from the Ladies of the Court, and even Tamlin himself would shrink in a little. So, he stopped, and he waited.

Once the proper time for courting was over, they would be wed. And as the days ticked closer, the knot in Lucien’s stomach progressively got tighter and tighter. 

One night it was particularly bad. 

His mind conjured visions of a small, wailing child. With a shock of strawberry blond hair, big green eyes and darkened skin. She was so small, so pretty, and his chest was filled with so much love and adoration. 

But it was a she. 

The vision turned, his hands were covered in blood and the babe was in his arms, without a head. And Lucien screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed. 

He woke up crying. Clutching the sheets so tightly, trying to reach out into the darkness like he might be able to change the nightmare he had. 

Eventually, his breaths slowed. His panic calmed. When he was no longer shaking so much, he slowly sat up. 

The room was not so dark after his eyes adjusted. There was the silvery light of the moon that slipped between the crack in his curtains. The dying embers in the fireplace gave off an amber glow that lit his path to his desk, the chair which his robe was slung over. 

He dressed in dark orange silk quickly, then left his room. 

Lucien walked the cold, dark halls silently. Trying to slow his still too quick breaths, trying to stop his heart from beating so much. 

It was a few weeks from when they were to formally announce the engagement, from there Beron would move swiftly. 

They had a story, Tamlin, now called Lillian- Beron had wished for something delicate, to try and further shift attention away from looking further into who Tamlin really was- was a Lady from the Spring Court. She had been chosen as a bride for Lucien, her family was no more than a widowed father, played by one of the Lords of Spring that Elvin had sent as a servant for Tamlin. 

It was a believable story. No one would pay mind to it. Lucien almost wished someone would find the details inaccurate, would look into it and pick out the flaws, call Beron out and demand to know the truth. Just so that Lucien would never have to risk holding his daughter in his hands only to have her torn from him and-

His heart was beating faster again. His hands were shaking. 

He needed air. 

Slipping out through the servants quarters. Lucien found himself in the gardens. They weren’t much, but they were pretty. Winding paths through the Autumn forests, the scent of woodsmoke and distant rain drifted through the chilled air. He breathed in deeply, pacing slowly through the paths, winding further into the deeper parts of the woods. 

He didn’t know how long he walked for, before Lucien heard the snapping of a twig underneath a foot that was not his own. 

Whirling around, he summoned flames to his hands immediately. 

“Who is there?!” He yelled. 

Noone responded, but he felt eyes on him. 

“As a son of Autumn, I order you to reveal yourself!” His flames grew hotter, spilling up his forearms. 

What he didn’t expect, was for a male whom he very much recognised to step out from inbetween the trees. 

Lucien’s jaw dropped, and his flames went out. 

Oh, he had been right, Tamlin’s male form did make him light-headed. 

He was like a living statue of the Gods. Painted by the finest hands. Long golden hair no longer in elaborate braids, but spilling down his shoulders and back, curls wild and free. His eyes, no longer shrouded but like when the sun hits the dew drops hanging on the edges of the grass blades. He was taller than Lucien, his face now sharper, but his lips still soft. His movements no longer restricted by silk and corsets, but moving fluidly. He eyed Lucien like a predator. Like a warrior sizing up an opponent. 

“You.” Lucien breathed. 

Tamlin gritted his teeth, he snarled, fangs glinting in the moon's silver light, “You.”

It was then that Lucien understood. 

Tamlin hated him. 

He supposed it was with good reason. 

“I will not tell anyone.” Lucien said, hoping that may ease the Prince’s aggression. 

Tamlin, however, just tilted his head to the side, “You lie. You have to.”

“I don’t have to do anything.” Lucien said softly, looking over Tamlin now, Lucien recognised that the tunic, the leather pants, it was hunting leathers. They had the emblem of the Autumn Court. He had stolen them. 

“Which poor sap is out of hunting leathers?” Lucien questioned, his voice an amused hum. 

“You will tell.” Tamlin crossed his arms. 

“And gain what? An even deeper scowl when I’m forced to bed you? I will not receive Beron’s good graces if I report that I’ve found you unshifted.”

Tamlin considered his words, and even though he still frowned, his demeanour shifted slightly. He leaned back on his heels, uncrossed his arms, no longer so much glaring at Lucien, and more observing him with keen, cunning eyes. 

“You’ll get a scowl anyway.” Tamlin said, “I don’t fuck men I don’t love.”

“That makes two of us then.” Lucien replied, “We can be uncomfortable together.”

Tamlin sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He plucked out a dead leaf and looked at it so horribly, you would have thought it killed his mother. 

“How are you enjoying our Court?” Lucien tried for small talk, “I hope you're finding everything comfortable.”

Tamlin’s eyes softened ever so slightly, “Your Court is so…”

Lucien swallowed, Tamlin flicked his eyes around as he tried to find words. 

“Dead.” Tamlin eventually said, flicking the leaf away. 

Lucien snorted, he actually outright laughed, the first time in months. 

Tamlin glanced over at him, with a raised eyebrow, Lucien bit his bottom lip as he struggled to keep a smile down, “Sorry, sorry, I’ve just never had someone say something so… forthright? It is Autumn though, you will find much of it is dead.”

The Spring Prince just stared at him, then looked back down at the leaf now floating to the ground. 

“I don’t…” Tamlin grasped one of his arms, he bit down on his lip, but there was no smile on his face like Lucien. The Autumn Lord felt a pang of sudden worry bubble up inside him when he saw tears lining Tamlin’s eyes. 

“I can feel the lands.” He croaked out, “And all I feel is death.”

“Oh…” Lucien whispered. 

“I am a Spring Fae.” Tamlin whispered. 

Then the Prince whirled around, screaming, “I am a Spring Fae, I do not belong in death!”

Tears were spilling uncontrollably down his face, as Tamlin then said, “I would have rathered my father killed me. I wish he had slaughtered me so at least my blood would spill on Spring Land. I cannot live in death!”

Tamlin dropped to his knees, and Lucien felt the sudden, intense urge to run to him. 

His tears fell without stopping, an endless river, a well without a bottom. And the land… it felt like it bent towards him. Weakened as he was not in Spring, but still, the land seemed to cry with him. 

“I cannot be bound to the birthing bed. I cannot live in eternal dying.” His voice shuddered with every breath. He was shaking. 

It was then that Lucien noticed the finer details. The deep, heavy bags that weighed down his eyes, the hollowness of his cheeks, the way his clothes seemed to droop around him. The tan of his skin was replaced by a sickly paleness. 

Lucien felt the knot in his stomach tighten, bile rose in his throat as he stared at this male. At this banished Prince. His future bride. 

He felt sick as he realised how similar he looked to how his mother looked. Worn down, forced to bend until she broke. 

That wasn’t what he wanted. 

This wasn’t what he wanted

He didn’t want the marriage his parents had. He didn’t want to watch who was bound to him slowly wither away until he was nothing but the female Elvin and Beron had forced him to become. 

Lucien stepped forward, his foot breaking the dead leaves scattered across the ground. Tamlin flinched, ducking his head down, covering himself with his arms, trying to hide himself. 

“Hey, hey,” Lucien whispered, he slowly got to his knees, putting a hand on the ground between them, reaching out his arm. 

“I can’t live like this.” Tamlin whispered, “I just can’t, I’ll-”

“I know, I know.” Lucien murmured. 

Suddenly, an idea came to him. 

“Hey, Tamlin,” Lucien murmured. 

Tamlin furrowed his brow, looking up at Lucien. He seemed surprised, “Yes?”

“I have something I think you’ll like.”

“It’s not the Spring Court but…” Lucien opened the cloudy glass door to reveal the inside. He turned and saw Tamlin’s eyes wide, his mouth dropped open. 

“You have a greenhouse.” He whispered, his voice filled with awe. 

They did have a greenhouse. And a magnificent one at that. 

Filled with plants from all over Prythian. It was large. With its tall walls, its glass ceiling revealing a blurred view of the starry night sky. The heavy, rich smell of pollen swirled all around them. Bees buzzed about, flying from flower to flower. Plants bloomed all around them. Encasing them in a world entirely separate from the world of Autumn. 

Tamlin stepped in further. Lucien shut the door, ceiling out the death and decay of his own Court outside. Tamlin stared at the greenhouse all around him, walking backwards into it, seemingly lost in a trance. 

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered finally, bending down to lightly trace his finger across a blooming rose. 

“It is.” Lucien agreed, then he cleared his throat, “Beron has an extensive collection from not just Prythian, but the lands across the sea. There are several different rooms, in which house a variety of different plants that require a separate environment to the rest.”

“Amazing.” Tamlin breathed, wandering in further, Lucien followed after him. 

“If you would like, I can organise so that you can help the gardening staff to care for the greenhouse.”

Tamlin whirled around, blinking in surprise, “You’d really do that for me?”

Lucien smiled, “Of course, Tamlin. Consider it an early wedding gift.”

Tamlin still stared at him, after a minute, Lucien felt just a tad uncomfortable, but before he could say anything, Tamlin’s eyes widened once more, he blushed profusely, looking away, “Sorry, it’s just… no one has called me by my name in months.”

“Oh… yes.” They all called him Lillian now. Lady Lillian, Lord Lucien Vanserra’s future bride. 

It might be torment. 

“Thank you.” Tamlin said, his eyes filled with tears once more, but this time, they weren’t from fear, or sadness, rather overflowing gratitude that shone in his voice, “Thank you so much, Lord-”

“Lucien. Just Lucien.” Lucien quickly said, then he shrugged, “My friends call me Luce.”

Tamlin laughed a little, and the sound made Lucien’s heart jump in his chest. It reminded him of sunlight and new blooms. 

“Am I a friend?” He asked with a smile that was blindingly sweet. 

Lucien felt blood rise in his face, heating his cheeks, “You are my future partner, you are more than a friend.”

Tamlin blushed a little at that, “Tam.” He said, “You can call me Tam then.”

“Tam.” Lucien repeated, he tasted the name on his tongue, and yes, that felt very right. 

The days went on. Tamlin spent every free moment he had in the greenhouse. Some of the workers had raised their eyebrows, and a few counsellors had come to Lucien to advise against such ‘frivolous hobbies’ but Lucien had shut them down immediately. Tamlin was to be allowed full access to all the greenhouses amenities and supplies. Including appropriate clothing to do such work. 

And work he did. 

They continued to meet in the late evenings. Lucien thought that maybe Tamlin might still be hesitant to talk to him, but the more and more they spoke, the more he uncovered the real Tamlin. The male who had been buried beneath gowns, makeup and mouths telling him to shut up and sit down and act like a Lady. 

The real Tamlin had been working in his father’s warbands. He had been training as a warrior, his specialty being with daggers and swords. 

Tamlin had laughed as he told a story about how the first time he ever beat their General in a duel. He had been the first soldier since the War to do so. He had shown Lucien the scars across his hands, legs and back while telling him how he earned them. 

And if Lucien got a little breathless, felt his face go hot, whenever Tamlin pulled his shirt off to show off his muscled back and hard chest, Tamlin didn’t seem to notice. 

Tamlin also told him the story of how his father found out about his preferences. He had fallen in love with a boy he met in the War Camps. Lucien’s jaw had fallen open when he learned it was the Prince of Night. 

Rhysand, his name was, he had been so charming. Pushed Tamlin just to the very edge, fought with relentless strength, been so kind. 

“I couldn’t have resisted him if I tried.” Tamlin had said with a sadness in his eyes. 

Then Rhysand had betrayed him. Had told Elvin of what they had been doing to humiliate him in front of their Court. To score points with his father, who loathed Elvin. 

Lucien had asked Tamlin what Elvin had done after, Tamlin had turned to look at him, and the sheer horror in his eyes had been enough to convey what had happened. 

It had brought them together, in this sick and twisted situation, they had started to form some kind of bond. 

During the agonising times, where Lucien and Tamlin would sit silently across from each other, Tamlin started giving him brighter smiles, ones that were genuine. Lucien would discreetly jut his thumb towards whoever was gossiping that morning and roll his eyes. Tamlin would thin his lips as he struggled to hold back a laugh. And then they would ramble and rant about all the horribly boring chatter of the day. 

It was so nice. 

And then, their engagement was announced. 

Tamlin and Lucien had to sit by each other. Tamlin strapped in an impossibly tightly corseted gown, donning Autumn colours and Autumn jewels, his hair bound into tight braids pinned up in an elaborate style. 

It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Devastatingly so. 

But it wasn’t Tamlin. And Lucien could tell he hated it. Behind the picture perfect smile, the soft curves of his curated form, his politely folded hands, covered with gloves to hide the callouses, there was a rage. A rage and a fear that was so deeply ingrained into Tamlin from all of this, it couldn’t be ignored. 

Even though the greenhouse, and their talks had seemed to have helped. They hadn’t helped enough. Tamlin was still so much thinner than when he first came. And he’d mumbled more than once while trying to carry soil or mulch, that he was getting weaker. He still didn’t sleep properly, and often his eyes were bloodshot from crying that he tried to hide. 

But, there was nothing Lucien could do to stop this. 

Lucien himself was suffering in a different way. 

He barely slept anymore. When he did, he was plagued with dreams, as he got to know Tamlin, they only worsened, only became more realistic, as the ticking of the days got louder. 

Lucien saw Tamlin strapped down, held down, screaming, in agony, covered in his own blood, in a body he hated. Forced to carry child after child after child. 

Lucien saw his daughter. A wildly beautiful babe, still covered in the fluids of the womb, crying so loudly. Screaming as she was ripped from him. Often Lucien was held down, and could only watch helplessly as she was pulled apart.

Sometimes it was different, and Lucien was no longer in control of his own body. He would be the one to take the knife to his own baby’s throat, her crying always got louder, wails turned to screams before it was silent. 

He always woke up crying. His own tears scared him. For after the nightmare, the wet, warm water felt like blood. 

It was the night before their wedding, when it happened.

Lucien had been walking out to the greenhouse, dressed in simple clothes, strolling through the grounds. The fear that he had been drowning in all day slowly disappearing as his attention was taken up by the prospect of being able to vent with Tamlin. 

But before he ever caught sight of the greenhouse, he found Tamlin, standing out in the line of the trees, just hidden from the sight of the sentries patrol. Lucien had found out that Tamlin had long memorised the guards rounds, so that he could get around easier and do as he pleased. 

“Lucien.” Tamlin had murmured, urging him to hide in the shadow of the trees with him. 

“Why aren’t you at the greenhouse?” Lucien asked, furrowing his brow. 

“Lucien I-...” Tamin trailed off, then he straightened his back as he said, “This is what I have wanted to do since I was young, and I’ve realised, there is nothing stopping me from doing it now.”

“What-”

“There is nothing stopping us from running, Luce.” Tamlin said. 

Lucien’s heart seemed to stop, as the world around them ceased to exist. 

He could only mumble a breathless, “What?”

“There are no wards, no enchantments. Beron is cocky. He does not think anyone could get past his guards, all protective walls are inside the Forest House, and here we are.” Tamlin spread his hands out dramatically, “Outside.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, I’m making a break for it.” He said it with such a resolution. With such conviction that Lucien, for a moment, had his breath stolen. 

Lucien finally recovered enough to start protesting, “No… No, no, no, that is dangerous-”

“The only danger is the consequences of getting caught, and not only is it unlikely, but would they be worse than what we will be forced to do?”

“I-”

“Luce,” Tamlin said, a little softer, “I love you, but…” His features hardened, “I will not wait around, I refuse to do nothing at all. I refuse to let Beron force you to rape me until I am impregnated. I refuse to potentially have to murder a daughter. And I refuse to have to give up a son.”

Lucien stared at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. 

So, Tamlin had the same nightmares then. 

“But…” Lucien grasped weakly for straws. 

He didn’t know why he was grasping. His mind was already made up. 

“I will not stay. I am only offering you a way out too. Because as soon as I leave these boundaries, I will shapeshift into a new person and disappear from the records entirely.”

“Where are you going?” Lucien asked. 

“I cannot tell you. Not unless you come with me.” Tamlin said. 

Lucien swallowed hard. 

He looked back towards the Forest House. He saw a figure in the windows high above. The figure of a woman too thin. A woman once so powerful, and now broken and bent in every direction Beron wished to twist her. He knew she had once screamed and cried, and for a moment. Lucien wondered if his mother had also lost daughters… 

Under the moonlight, two males looked at each other. Under the moonlight, their hands intertwined. 

They were gone before the sunrise. And their fathers had raged until the land shook. 

It is centuries later and no one knows where they went. But those who knew them know they are safe. 

On a sunny spring morning, the wailing of a new babe filled the room. A tired male who had shifted himself out of his own will cried with joy. 

Lucien held his daughter with all the love he held. He stroked her strawberry blonde hair, and cried when she opened her bright green eyes. 

Extra notes about this, if you want to hear em:

Whilst this fic on the surface covers topics like the homophobia and misogyny depicted in ACOTAR, a lot of Tamlin's pain in this is a reflection of my experience being transmasc. Seems counterintuitive, I know, since Beron and Elvin, the main antags, both agree on Tamlin 'transitioning' to female. But the reason I wrote it this way and didn't make it so that Tamlin was already AFAB wanting to transition to male, is because I felt this was a better way to showcase the pain of being forced into an image and forced to abide by a set of standards assigned to a gender you do not identify with.

Tamlin being forced to live in Autumn and not being allowed back into Spring is more symbolic example of this. He is a "Spring Fae" he cannot "live in death" or cannot live as the antithesis of what he identifies as since it's such a deeply important part of him. This is also the reason I made it so Tamlin was banished from Spring, not Lucien from Autumn, since I felt with his shapeshifting abilities, this point would be best made with Tamlin.

Anyway, let me know your thoughts on this, and please give any feedback you might have! I hope you enjoyed!

Divider by @saradika

[crystallizsch]

Hello Ian! ♡

I hope you're doing well!

Here's some more Jamil thoughts for you!

Something I don't see a lot of people talk about when it comes to Jamil is the idea of family recipes, more specifically, recipes that only the Viper Family know.

Food that he and Najma grew up having, learning the recipes for himself once he was older. Recipes that have been passed down in the Viper Family for generations.

I would like to imagine he wouldn't make them for Kalim, or even let him know about them, wanting to keep these foods and recipes for himself.

As he gets to know you, his feelings growing and turning to something more, he thinks of these recipes, wanting to share these foods with you.

Foods to be made and had with family. For loved ones.

As much as he tried to deny it, to fight it, he grew attached to you. Not just attached, oh no, he knew in the back of his mind what this was. He wouldn't admit it though, even when he ends up making one of the recipes for himself, wondering if you'd enjoy it as he ate.

It wouldn't be until you two were a couple that it would happen, Jamil offering to make you dinner one day. Perhaps you arrive early, and he asks if you'd like to help him prepare it. (The intimacy of cooking together, Jamil instructing you on a recipe that only he and his family members know) Once it was done and served, you both would sit down to eat, Jamil waiting for you to have the first bite.

Any compliment you give it will have a sense of pride bursting in his chest, a small smile coming to his face. He's radiating with satisfaction as you both enjoy your meal, promising to cook for you again some other time. He already has the next recipe in mind ♡

(It's up to you whether Yuusha knows the importance of the meal, as I can see Jamil either trying to be subtle and downplay it, or him simply saying it's a family recipe and having you figure out the significance of that on your own)

Thank you! ♡

SHEEPPPP I WAS ACTUALLY SOOBBINGGF

MY BRAINNNN ALHDKSJSJSJSKSBXJS THIS IS SO CUTE I WENT FERAL

i love this headcanon and i’m keeping it in my mind forever and this reminded me of my silly comic from a while ago

his cooking being basically a love language overall is so AGH and trusting you enough to share with you something that is very important to him???

i’m positively GNAWING on this so much

anyways i literally couldnt help it i may or may not have spent all day working on this with yuusha and jamil’s dynamic hdkshdjss

So. Care to finally tell me what this is?

It's a Viper Family recipe.

Oh, no wonder. Do you only serve it on special occasions? I don't think I've had it during any Scarabia parties.

Of course you haven't. This is your first time. And we don't serve these recipes outside of the Viper Family household.

Oh, that sucks.

After Yuu took another bite, the implication of Jamil sharing this meal with her just hit her in the head that she almost spat out what was in her mouth in surprise.

Yuu and Jamil gave each other a knowing look. The prefect saw that the vice housewarden had a flushed look on his face as he tried to cover it up by sipping casually from his bowl.

Yuu was silent as she tried to rack her brain around what he just said.

Jamil attempted to look unbothered but his slightly shifting eyes and darkened cheeks had betrayed him.

So, do you… understand what this means?

Oh, Yuu definitely understood. It was making her feel flustered, giddy perhaps—happy that Jamil thought of her that way. Enough to consider her…

No. Oh, no. Jamil was making her say it. Oh, she was not going to let her do his work for him.

... I don't, Jamil. I would love for you to explain it to me.

Touché. Jamil thought as he set his utensils down with a sigh. Jamil also thought that he could decide to feign ignorance back but he knew it would be fighting fire with fire.

So might as well be direct.

Yuu, I…

(idk i’m out of juice) (plus i do love me some uncertain endings sometimes)

[qprpbj]

what do u think darrys actual headspace was when all the socs went to college and he had to dropout or couldnt really afford what they had anyways? im always thinking about how he had to straddle both worlds and how much that affected him.

hi you have officially opened the can of actually insane darry brainworms i have so. prepare for an actual essay.

WELL. if we have seen my account ever i am very much of the opinion that him going off to college, against all odds and disadvantages that greasers have to go through, and then having to drop out midway through, is imo a ton more devastating for him as a character than not getting to go at all — i guess in that case it’d probably be a ton easier for him to let go of the “soc life” he lived (or pretended to live) bc he’d probably just start working immediately out of graduation and that’d kinda be that. he never got a taste of the college life anyway, he worked hard but never got the chance to get out, a greaser is all he’ll ever be no matter how much he deluded himself in high school. bc most greasers don’t get out, the cycle of poverty and abuse (for most greasers, not necessarily darry) continues generation after generation

BUT. the idea of him working part time throughout high school, making connections w the socs to move on up and faking his way through both worlds, working his ass of at getting good grades and being the best on the football team to get scholarships, and his parents having their own careers & slowly saving up what they can to send him to a community college or in the city/city adjacent and not Terribly expensive like socs get to go to is SO intriguing to me. bc. he GOT OUT. he got out of the cycle that greasers simply don’t ever ever break, and he got out. like he was finally actually OUT. he finally got a taste of what it feels like to work and work and work and for it to FINALLY pay off.. just for his life to be completely flipped upside down & for it to be taken away all over again, out of circumstances he couldn’t even control. he can’t just work harder and work himself out of his parents dying. he wanted out and he GOT out, but tbh at the end of the day no matter how much he wanted out of greaser hood, his brothers come first & he’d never have lived with himself if he didn’t do all he could to keep his family together, even if it meant giving up what he’s worked for for his entire life (in terms of headspace though, during the dropout itself idk if he’d be so concerned with the soc/greaser issue as he would be that. yk his literal parents just died lol.)

& in terms of straddling both lives, you are so right, esp in high school!! particularly bc i kinda see darry as a conformist?? like he doesn’t really wanna Stand Out, he just wants to get by, he wants to work hard and take pride in what he does yk. i think as much as he was football captain and boy of the year and was super popular and “ran the school” so to speak though, he’d sort of always deep down feel like he’s on the outside looking in bc. he IS. he isn’t like the socs and he never will be. i think post-book, him coming to terms with & being okay with that (“i was born a greaser, so grease is all that ill get” “take pride in the greaser name” etc) would be major in terms of self compassion & forgiveness lol

[pandoraroid]

listening to vincent's playlist and it is an,,, experience,,,

take this all with a grain of salt pls dont come @ me

to quote a comment from this video: the fact that we know what's coming makes this both terrifying and heartbreaking. couldnt have said it better than myself 😔😔😔😔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

i love him so much,,, he tries to distract the listener,,, he tries to comfort them so bad soshksjsks HE'S SO SWEET AND EVERYTHING

"do you wanna hold my hand?" HAND IN MARRIAGE SIR? SURE

he is an adrenaline junkie i need a man like him in my life he's just like me fr

"one last ride, right?" NO 👹 S T O P DONT BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

though how is he the only rider they never found??? what how did he get dislodged from his seat or something??? i must be dumb i dont get this all of a sudden 🧍‍♀️

love the intro 😚 the messages on the cassette tapes are so heartwarming and reassuring djgdjdhd

okay that "boo" actually scared the shit out of me is it safe to assume that this is the same amusement park he was in in the previous video?

if that's the case, does he just,,, chill in here at random??? god that is so,,,

"demons(?) are very much real" BRO ARE WE SUPPOSE TO KNOW THAT?

"oh i know i'm close. you're welcome" WHEWWWWWW JESUS FUCK LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH

"little one" okay fuck i'm melting YOUR VOICE SIR got me kicking my feet and blushing fr

lovely has an attitude 😁😁 stay strong soldier

he calls them beautiful AND DARLING? even if it was a bit of a throwaway JESUS 🫠

"your safety is paramount" "be safe, little one. good night." why does this make him so much hotter jesus what is wrong with me HE EVEN LEADS THEM BACK TO THEIR CAR (bareminimumenjoyer?!?! me?!?!? look away)

"you're not looking for another paranormal hunk are you? that would break my heart :(" SIR

no seriously why is bro here

"foreplay takes two y'know" SIR

is he getting them to believe in the supernatural what what is his goal,,,

"should i strip down for easier access, doctor?" WRAP IT UP

his voice omfg immelting just imagining the scene,,, onlovely'sbedbeingclosewithhimohmyfuckinggod

he's so goofy for just tapping on his fangs like that lmao

DID HE JUST PIN THEM DOWN TO THE BED WH A T

SIR WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID HE SERIOUSLY NEARLY JUST???? WHA T

"no one has had this effect on me" NO SHIT????

"you're safe with me. i won't lose control." thank you for that but if the next video's title is any clue, that will not age well ( i mean you on the other hand don't get to age at all so 🤷‍♀️ IM KIDDING)

"i'm not going to mess this up." you won't babes (at least i think you wont) i'd give anything to give him a hug or something

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS BITCH THIS ISNT MY MAN

oh the warnings 😃 mentally preparing myself now

lovely what the fuck are we doing here

"beautiful little bloodbag" oh hey a pale sleazy talking punchbag

"oh relax i'm just touching you" and if i may touch my fist to your face in a fast and strong way, you're gonna relax then bitch

WAIT DID HE TRANCE US???

i am well aware a human is no match for a vampire but that will not stop my audacity to try which dare i say levels up to his for touching me and talking shit about vincent

"all i had to do was wait for your human brain to make a decision this stupid." it seems that your expired vampiric brain has also made the stupid decision to breathe in my direction

to be fair on vincent, we have met each other exactly two times and neither of us (especially him) could have known how our previous meeting would end. i don't need to be near you for five minutes to know you're a little bitch

DID YOUR CONCEPT OF PERSONAL SPACE DIE WITH YOU THE FIRST TIME GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

MY MAN IS HEREEEEE he's not gonna be mad lovely came here is he

HE PUNCHED HIM HAHAHAHA he did it for me fr

HIS VOICE GOD am so weak for him

MAKING OUT WITH US ALREADY??? GOOD GOD

lovely checking on him too ☹️☹️☹️ my goober fr

"i dont think you're gonna like what you found" oh dang you're like me for real

MY MAN

the way he says "little one" will never not get to me omg AND THEN HE SAID BABY IN THAT VOICE??? GOD

vamp eyes go black when theyre hungry(?) got it noted

so lovely got tranced and vincent is needs to feed on them right after???? did i get that right??? GOOD GOD GIVE EM A BREAK???

"i cant drink from your neck... no not yet not like this..." PROPS TO HIM FOR HAVING PROPRIETY LOVE MY MAN FR

"this will mark you as mine" GIVE IT HERE but at the same time ALREADY????

oh good lord he's feeding from our wrists now okay

hang in there lovely patpat u're gonna be okay (i hope they will be VINCENT)

aw those little kisses though

noooooo vincent 😭???

neways,,,

jfc these two put me on a ride (haha get it)

vincent is slowly becoming my new crush 🤭 but jfc lovely better get good u got this babes

will stop here for now bc i need a break 🧍‍♀️ when will i continue who knows

[itsaurriebaby]

---Kaeya angst prompt---

They say if you have a one night stand with a nymph disguised as a human when you're actually in love with another human, it will curse you. You will disappear at sunset every night, and reappear at midnight. The duration of your disappearance will increase with each passing day. Day 1, you reappear at midnight, day 2, you reappear at 12.15, day 3 at 12.30, day 5 at 1am, day 10 at 2am, and so on until one day, you run out of time and youll stop reappearing so u disappear completely. To break the curse, you must receive a kiss from the human you love who loves you back.

Kaeya never imagined he would ever have to deal with such a curse, even though he has been fooling around at the tavern for a while now. Waking up that day in an unfamiliar room, alone on an unfamiliar bed, he was a little taken aback. This was the first time he was the one being left by his partner after a night of passion. Other than that incident, nothing else was amiss during the day. As he started making his way to the tavern, he noticed his ring slipping off his finger to the concrete below, which he could see right through his hand. His hand was turning transparent and he couldnt pick the damn jewelry back up with his fingers. Oh well, he'll just have to ask the lovely lady who coincidentally passed by to pick up his ring for him. Except the lovely lady didnt respond to his call, didnt even acknowledge that someone was calling out to her. And so did the next person who passed by, and so did the next. It was truly head scratching, but he did figure out he was cursed after recalling an old rumour he heard from the drunkards.

Fortunately for kaeya, he was already married to the human lover required to break his curse. Asking for a kiss from his spouse who he has been neglecting for months was, albeit a little awkward, not impossible. It took quite a while to set the mood, you were surprisingly not spiteful of him for only seeing you a couple times a week even though you both live under the same roof. When he came to visit you at work that day with lunch in his hand, the only sign of shock you gave was a little gasp before quickly masking it with a smile. After an hour of chatting you up, you unfortunately had to decline the lunch kaeya prepared as you already had plans to have lunch with jean and klee at good hunters. "A shame," kaeya admitted,"well, ill be on my way then, my love. Kiss me goodbye?". He watched your lips twitch before being pulled to a smile,"sure, good luck at work" you say, planting a firm kiss to his lips.

But he still disappeared that night, the ring he recovered from the previous night, was falling off his transparent finger, again. And so did the night after that, even though he made sure to kiss you for longer.

He couldnt believe you were actually more similar to him and were seeing other people in this relationship.

Which he soon discovered, after stalking you for 3 days and asking around for another day, was not true. You simply stopped loving him.

And he was running out of "tangible time" to earn that love back before he completely disappears.

-----

Feel free to use this prompt, doesnt have to be kaeya

Pls tag me if u do tho, so i can read it too

[bajissweetgirl]

birthday present

i got a request for a keisuke baji smutfic a while ago so i decided to write one because i can't sleep :,)

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includes: oral (both!receiving), praise, (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), deepthroat (m!receiving) & theres probably more but i forgot

pairing: Keisuke Baji x fem!Reader

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today was your boyfriend keisuke's 18th birthday. you and kei had been dating for a long time, roughly three years. now of course, you did get him a real birthday present, but that night, you had a little something prepared for him.

it was around two in the morning, and you and kei were watching a tv show. shameless, to be exact. and you may have gotten a little handsy while cuddling. this was a normal thing between the two of you, usually you would brush it off and forget about it. but today? hell no, who would have even thought of that?

today was kei's birthday! duh! he got to do whatever he wanted! so, when you ended up on his lap while you were shoving your tongues down eachothers throats, and he asked you, "are you okay with this? do you wanna take this any further?" you told him that he could do whatever he wanted with you, because he was the birthday boy after all.

oh how you wish you could turn back time.

now, he had you naked on his bed with your back against the wall. his face was stuffed between your thighs, which were thrown over his shoulders. he squeezed them hard with his fingers, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. he was making sure that there was no way you could pull away from him.

his tongue has been lapping at your wet folds for close to five minutes. your fingers were threaded in his hair as he looked up at you. he huffed, his slender fingers finding their way inside of you. "you're so fucking wet.." he whispered against your cunt, loud enough for you to hear. "kei...~" you whimpered quietly. his mom was asleep a few rooms over, so you tried your best to stay hushed. though, kei couldnt care less about how loud you were.

kei's fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you as he continued to taste your pussy. "mm..i'm so close... don't stop.." you whispered to him quietly. he didn't say anything in response, only sucking hard on your clit, causing you to squirm beneath him. he felt your walls clench around his fingers, and he sped up, looking up at the right time to see your eyes roll back and to hear a slutty whimper escape your lips as you cum on his fingers.

he pulled his fingers out of you and kissed your wet pussy. as you begin to calm yourself down, kei sits up, moving your thighs to rest on his thighs, the fabric of his sweatpants feeling gentle against your skin. he cupped your cheeks and kissed you gently on the forehead, moving his hands to your waist and grazing them up and down your torso. "you alright?" he asks quietly. you nod, placing your hands on either side of his neck "yeah..." you whisper. he leaned down and kissed your lips softly, "good girl.. you ready for more?" he smiles at you. you nod, resting your forehead against his.

he turned his attention back to your legs, spreading them back open as he pulls his sweatpants down to his thighs. you could make out his throbbing bulge through his boxers, it made your stomach flip in arousal. he pulled his boxers down and let his rock hard cock spring free. he pulled her closer so that he could rub his pretty pink tip along your soaking folds. it was like he couldnt resist any longer. in a swift movement, he slid his cock into your tight hole, filling you up slowly. he watched as you gasped quietly and bite your lip, as you place one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck.

he looked down at you and smiled, starting to thrust in and out slowly of your tight pussy. "mmm, so tight for me baby.." he whispered to you, his face inches from yours. he tilted your chin up to look at him while he fucks you. you were struggling to keep yourself quiet, and were whimpering like a dog, letting a few quiet moans slip out. his movements soon became more erratic, wanting to fuck you as hard as he could. "god, i fucking love you..." he whispered to you, groaning quietly at the feeling of your tight pussy milking his cock. "such a good girl for me, y/n.." he moaned quietly as he continued to fuck you, feeling himself getting closer and closer the faster he went.

he felt your inner walls clenching around him, so he picked up the pace, slamming into you with rough strokes. you arch your back and throw your head back, your eyes rolling back and a whimpering mess as you get railed. "fu-fuck kei-.. so *so* good..~" you moan quietly, closing your eyes softly. kei takes one of your tits in his hand and squeezes it as his thrusts became even faster. his hips repeatedly slapped against your ass as he neared his climax. your thighs flex and tighten around him as much as they could, your fingers tugging gently at his hair as he moaned lowly and finished inside of you, groaning as he felt his seed filling you up. your eyes flutter as you cum simultaneously. he tilts your face up and forces you to look at him. he smirked and leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead "there you go... squeezin' me so fuckin' good.." he whispered into your ear as he slowed down, coming to a stop.

he chuckled softly and pulled out of you, watching as your mixed cum slowly dripped out of you. he looks at you with love, caressing your neck softly. "you doin okay?" he asks with pure kindness. you nod, softly kissing his lips. as you pull away, kei grins. he held his cock up and stroked it slowly. "wanna return the favor?" he asks, knowing that you wanna. you nod, before he kisses your nose and lays down on the bed, leaning against the cloth headboard as you crawl between his legs. you look up at him with your eyes as you spit on his cock, then bringing your hand up to stroke it gently. he let out a soft moan, his eyes half-closed as he felt your soft touch on his sensitive skin.

as you give a few gentle kitten licks to his pink tip, he moans quietly and leans back, giving you better access to his cock. "suck it."

you take the tip in your mouth, slowly working your way down, but only being able to fit about half of his cock. you suck as much as you could and swirl your tongue around his tip as you watch his reactions. "the whole thing, baby." he whispers. you pull his cock out of your mouth. "but baby, i can't fit it all.." you say, looking up at him with yohr beautiful doll-like eyes. he grinned and guided your head down, forcing you to take more of him into your mouth "now you can." he knows it's not too much for you, because you've done it before. you can take it, and if you really couldnt, you would use your safeword.

you placed your hands on his hips, choking on his cock as he makes you deepthroat him. soon enough, he lets go of your head. a trail of saliva slips from your tongue to the base of his cock. you hold the base of his cock and stroke it with your fist while you suckle on his tip. his hips jerked and he let out a moan, his hands gripping your head tightly "that's it, baby..." he whimpers. you attempt to fit as much of him as you can down your throat, but it still wasnt much. he groaned and started thrusting his hips, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth "fuckkk..." he moaned, a little louder than usual. he pulled you back slightly and caressed your face. "you're doing so good baby, keep going.." you look at him and nod, whimpering as you do so. fuck, do you just love eating his cock.

you look up at him as you suck him off as best as you could, saliva dripping down the base of his cock. he let out a low growl and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep into your throat once more. he held your head still and started pumping his cock in and out of your throat, fucking your face hard, not giving you the chance to do much work. not long after, he groaned and his hips jerked forward, shooting his thick cum down your throat. he came so far down your throat that it felt like you didnt even have to swallow it. when you pulled his cock out of your mouth, you began to cough. he chuckled softly and patted your head, his cock still dripping with their combined fluids "there you go, that's a good girl."

when you're done coughing, younwipe your tears with your knuckle. "heh, you made me cry." you laugh as you look up at him. he smiled and ran his fingers through your hair "did i push your head down that far? 'm sorry, princess." you got closer to him and kissed his forehead gently. he leaned in, letting you kiss him. "there's my good girl. now, how about we get cleaned up and find something more fun to do?" he asks, caressing your cheeks. you laugh softly, "yeah, we probably should." he kisses you gently on the lips "let's take a hot shower together and see where the night takes us.", you agree with a smile.

he softly grabbed your waist. "i love you, y/n." he gently pet your hair. "i love you too, kei...."

[ppnuggie]

         𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀

　　『　mtmte various + gender neutral reader   』

　　—  gameplay 001  

　　— first chapter ,, make sure to vote at the end ! :) this is kinda a starting intro ,, to get it all started yknow ,, if you wanna be added to the taglist so you dont miss a chapter just lmk !

— taglist :: @astridkolch ,, @i-starcreamed ,,

　　＜　two , three , four , five    ＞

        you raced home ,, bag tight in your hand as it made noise upon entering your home . excited ,, you fished out the new game you had bought . you waited for so long for its release ,, wandering if it would even happen . though it was just announced not to long ago that it was already in stores ,, stocked up and ready to be bought .

        you couldnt help yourself . immediately after work you ran to the nearest gamestop ,, impatiently waiting in line and excitedly buying the game when it was your turn . the box looked lovely ,, a picture of some of the characters on the front . you'd immediately recognize them ;; rodimus ,, ultra magnus ,, ratchet and drift ,, and even a little tailgate and swerve .

        you were beaming witu excitement ,, ready to pop this baby open . luckily ,, you had the weekend off from work ,, so you'd be able to play the whole thing with an all nighter ,, or two . you read the back of the box ,, looking at the summary and all the possibilities in the game . you'd only seen small clips ,, but that was it .

        you grabbed your vr headset ,, turned your tv on ,, and prepared yourself to play . taking a big drink of a little something you got yourself whilst out and about ,, you put the headset on and loaded the game . the music was nice ,, upbeat and loud ,, yet it only made you vibrate with happiness . ultra magnus ,, megatron ,, and rodimus were on the front screen ,, along with the usual buttons .

        you payed a quick stop to the settings and got yourself situated ,, not wanting the background music too loud and covering up the voices of the characters . returning back to the title screen ,, you hit play and it loaded you through .

        everything about it looked amazing ,, the little transfer of pixels rushing past you as the screen loaded you to the next part ,, almost like it was what a quantum jump would look like . a small tutorial played through ,, explaining the many things about the game . how you'd need to do a 'job' to earn some shanix ,, or how the love percentages worked ,, and it finally introduced you to the love interests .

        there were 12 of them ,, all standing in front of you . your eyes quickly scanned over all of them ,, listing them off . rodimus ,, magnus ,, megatron ,, ratchet and drift . they both stood proudly beside each other . perceptor and brainstorm looked like total opposites beside each other ,, percy having his arms crossed over his chassis whilst brainstorm looked like he was about to burst with excitement . nautica was there ,, giving a nice smile ,, with rung and swerve on either side of her . rung looked to be cleaning his glasses whilst swerve was giving finger guns . and at the end was whirl and trailcutter . whirl hand his servos on his hips and trailcutter was just chilling there .

        after getting a good look around at them all ,, you finally loaded the game to start . it did another 'quantum jump' and you were soon standing in the bridge of the lost light . you took a quick look around ,, until a screen popped up in front of you . 'enter your name' it asked ,, and so you did . not long after you heard it be called . your head turned around ,, seeing rodimus prime standing there with his hands on his hips ,, and a smile bright across his face .

        ultra magnus and megatron were right beside him ,, towering him easily as he towered you . they werent their actual heights ,, just a few inches well over 7 feet . rodimus had to be 7'6 ,, whilst magnus and megatron were reaching past 11 feet tall . this was so it would still feel that they were their usual heights ,, without having them be so short and it being awkward .

        " welcome to the lost light (y/n) ! whenever you're done taking a look around ,, we'll get started !" the prime smiled ,, leaning in to place his servo on your shoulder . it almost felt real ,, like he was actually there in front of you . but at last ,, it wasnt and you didnt feel the weight of his servo like you would've . your heart raced in excitement ,, brain overwhelmed with thoughts racing around 90 mph .

[preciousbarnes]

sex pollen au?? like maybe on a mission with the avengers he gets drugged by someone trying to incapacitate him? and since he has heightened senses its even worse for him? pls with sugar on top?

oooo ur speakin my language anon

content warning: smutty smut smut, dubious consent due to the nature of sex pollen au's but efforts were made to make this as consensual as possible, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), aged-up!Peter (think 21 or 22),

this is filthy i am sorry i am going to hell

You were waiting in the avengers compound for everyone to return from the mission. You had reluctantly sat this one out, due to a concussion you were still recovering from that was the result of the last mission you took part in. Peter had kissed you gently on the cheek before boarding the jet, promising to return soon and in one piece.

When they all returned, your blood ran cold as all the other avengers walked into the common area except Peter. Immediately you jumped to questioning.

Where is he? How bad is it? Please tell me he made it? Please dont tell me he's gone.

"He's in containment, it's not safe to be around him, especially for you" Captain informed you sternly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What happened?" You ask, pleading for someone to just tell you what had happened.

At this, Tony stepped forward, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder to get him to stand down and relax with the sternness.

"It's only right we tell her. They are in an established relationship. I'd want to know if it was Pep." Tony told the soldier before addressing you.

An intense aerosol aphrodisiac they called it. Steve and Tony had been there when Peter had been sprayed. Tony's suit protected him from the spray and Steve's heightened metabolism burned through it quickly so he had very minimal side effects from being in contact with the substance.

Peter's heightened senses didn't make him so lucky. It just intensified matters. He could barely stand, could barely catch his breath, his stomach tense like a stretched rubber band with no release in sight, his cock hard and swollen, with no way to satisfy himself. They told you it was so bad that he begged them to knock him out, drug him, do something to make it stop. They couldnt though, not until FRIDAY finished running diagnostics on the sample of the aphrodisiac. As much as Tony wanted to help his young mentee, he refused to do anything that could possibly harm him, like administering other drugs without knowing how they may interact with the unknown substance.

Take me to him now. You ordered without second thought. The idea of him suffering broke your heart, but you were not prepared for the site of him in the airtight, reinforced quarantine cabin he was isolated in. Tony had turned off the one way glass effect on the window, so Peter could see you and you could see him. Tony quickly instructed you on how to enter the compound if you both decided you would, and turned to leave, having FRIDAY lock down the floor once again as he left.

"Peter?" You called through the intercom. He hadn't even known you were there, until you callled. His eyes shot up to where there was once a large mirror, now just glass he could look through and see you standing out in the hall, reinforced hulk-proof glass standing between you both.

"Baby," he groaned, body slick with sweat. He had gotten out of his suit which lay in a heap of red and blue in the corner of the room, kicked aside. He was just in a pair of black boxers, straining at the front from his hard on that was very prominently standing at attention, twitching from time to time. His abs were clenched, his chest heaving with each breath. His muscles in his arms were bulging, veins in his arm more prominent that usual and his hands clenched the bed sheets beneath him as he withered in both pain and pleasure.

He took a couple deep breaths, turning from you and clenching his eyes shut. "Baby, get out of here, I can't control myself," he groans out.

"Peter, please, let me come in. I want to help, you're in so much pain, let me fix it, let me help get it out of your system," You plead with him.

"Sweetheart, you deserve- ah fuck- you deserve better," He says headily.

This confuses you, making you cock your head as you ask him what he means.

"I- I, fuck babygirl," he's cut off with a moan, hand moving down to grasp himself through his boxers.

"I cant give you slow and sensual like usual, not like this, and I refuse to hurt you," He sighs out, once again clenching his eyes shut. a whimper coming up and out of his throat.

You swallow, taking him in. He's still your Peter. And yes, he is always so gentle with you but you'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge how wet you felt at the prospect of him just having his wicked way with you.

"Peter, babe, look at me," You call, placing your hand near the unlock button, not pressing it yet.

Reluctantly, he looks up and meets your eyes. Looking at you sends heat and want through his veins and it takes everything in him to not launch himself at the damn glass and reinforced door keeping you from him.

"Maybe, I want something other than slow and sensual? What I'm trying to say, I love you, you are in pain, and I want to help. I am consenting, and you won't hurt me. Even with any drug on the planet or in the universe, I know you'd never hurt me. All you have to do is say yes if you want me to help. It's your choice, honey. If you don't want that, that's okay. Just say what you want." You tell him, looking him directly in the eyes so he knows that you mean what you say.

After a second he nods, "yeah, fuck, if you want this I want it too, please get in here," He begs.

Your hand finds the unlock button, and Peter is up and pulling your body into his the second the door slides open, pulling you to the bed as the door latches and locks back into place.

His hands are everywhere, roaming and gripping and caressing as you both work to strip off the clothes you were in. As gently as he can in his frenzied state, he leans you back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist.

One of his fingers drifts down between your folds, feeling the wetness and throbbing of your folds and clit.

"Are you ready sweetheart? God, look how wet you are for me. Gonna eat you out later, have you squirming all over the bed like I have been for you for the last hour," He says, voice sounding more intoxicating than anything you've ever heard.

"Please," is all you have to say before he's pushing into you, his throbbing cock finally getting some relief from your tight and velvety walls.

His head drops down to rest on your neck as he groans, his arms and legs shaking in the pleasure of feeling you. He pants between kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving little love bites.

"Can I- fuck, baby I gotta move, please," he pleads, overwhelmed by the lust coursing through his veins. You're as close as possible, but not close enough at the same time.

You nod your head breathlessly and he begins to thrust in earnest, each one jolting your body. You let out a moan as his tip brushes that oh-so-perfect spot in you, your stomach already in knots from the pleasure. Your fingernails rake down his back as he aims for that same spot as he continues, making you see stars. You begin to sporadically clench around him as your high gets closer and closer, earning a heady groan from him.

His thrusts speed up slightly, going deeper and harder as he pants into your neck, groaning again as you moan and clench down on him. He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, quickly bringing you over the end with a cry as you clench again tightly around him and grip his broad shoulders in pleasure.

Feeling you let go around him is what brings him finally over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fills you up as you feel him pulse inside you. After a few moments and deep breaths from you both, he pulls out and rolls you both to your side, holding you against him; the fire in his veins temporarily sated.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, searching your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile and grab his hand, kissing his knuckles.

“I’m perfect. How long until the next round?” You ask, earning a cheeky grin from him as he climbs on top of you once again.

WOOO BUDDY THAT WAS SPICY

[theforestghost]

The Consort and The Warlord Ch5

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Ongoing

Optimus sat awkwardly on a rather comfortable chair aboard a small Decepticon ship. Beside him, close enough that he could touch him if he so much as shifted slightly, was Megatron who seemed more focused on the datapad in servo than anything else. Optimus glanced up at the large mech, noting how his optical ridge drew forward and how his derma formed a slight scowl and the very tip of a pointed fang poked out. And now he was very quickly looking away from the warlord because he should not be taking into account how handsome Megatron was. Especially since they'd be spending the entire cycle together.

It had been during their morning training, something that was now part of Optimus' daily schedul, that Megatron told them about a ceremony held by the Temple of Primus. 

"We will be returning the All Spark to its resting place." Megatron explained. "Officially it is supposed to be done with Ultra Magnus and myself but the Priests still greatly dislike the Autobots and so they have agreed to allow you to represent them."

"M-me?" Optimus sputtered out while dodging a sword strike. 

"They were impressed by you at the bonding ceremony so they chose you as the Autobot representative." Megatron said with a slight smirk. Honestly, the young prime had gone far beyond anything Megatron had hoped for in this bonding. Even his friends had gotten along well with the warframes.

"What don I have to do?" Optimus asked sheepishly. 

"I do not know the details of the ceremony since these are usually kept a secret." Megatron admitted as he blocked a well timed blow to his helm. "To my understanding, we simply need to follow what the priests tell us." 

Optimus had nodded at this but now he felt nervous all over again. When holding a ceremony, all luxuries and weapons were to be left behind. Which was why both of them had emptied their subspaces, no wax was applied to their plating and Megatron had even suggested cleaning their frames in simple solvent. Nothing Optimus honestly minded since he'd always preferred unscented or very lightly scented solvents. Though Megatron seemed to use whatever he could get as most of his solvents were random scents. 

While they rode in a Decepticon ship, a member of the temple was escorting them to the temple itself. Aside from Megatron and Optimus, no outsiders were allowed to witness this ceremony and Optimus couldnt help but worry that he'd mess it up. It would be just like him to trip and fall, make a mistake, speak when he shouldn't. Honestly, he still can't believe that he made it through the bonding ceremony without messing anything up. His anxiety seemed to leak from his frame since Megatron stopped focusing on his datapad and turned to face Optimus.

"I can smell you thinking." Megatron stated with slight amusement in his tone. 

Optimus shifted uncomfortably and glanced up at the warlord. "I don't like doing things I can't prepare for." He said quickly. "I know I'm going to mess up somehow."

"You performed the bonding ceremony perfectly, even without preparation." Megatron reminded him.

"I was so nervous about all of Cybertron watching me thay my voice box glitched." Optimus admitted.

"So thay was why you were so stiff." Megatron mused. "And hear I thought you were scared of me."

"I'm not!" Optimus sputtered. "You didn't- I mean you are intimidating but I wasn't scared of you!"

Megatron was surprised by the small outburst and how enthusiastically Optimus tried to reassure him that he was not scary. Optimus was also undeniably adorable with that earnest expression, browplates quirked up slightly and his pouty derma pressed together. Oh Megatron had to look away. They may be Bonded but Megatron had zero intention of forcing this little autobot to do anything he wasn't comfortable with. He had even refrained from touching Optimus outside of training, though he found himself holding back slightly. Especially since Hook had informed him that he'd dented Optimus' plating once simply by scruffing him. 

Civilians really were far more fragile than warframes, even if this specific civillian could handle rougher treatment. Optimus was getting better every cycle they trained and Megatron couldn't remember the last time he'd fought with such a promising mech. Soon he'd even be able to put up a proper fight. His engine revved slightly at this but he quickly quieted it when Optimus appeared startled. The little one had no idea what inner turmoil Megatron was going through. 

The flight to the Temple of Primus remained quiet after that but a dense atmosphere filled it. Both mechs refused to look at each other though Optimus was more confused over Megatron’s reaction to his outburst, which was downright embarrassing, oh why did he do that!?

When they finally arrived at the Temple of Primus, Optimus was glad to finally get off of the ship. Megatron let him get off first and Optimus was caught off guard by what greeted them. 

The room they were in was sizable by any standard but very plain. One wall was a set of docking doors which were now sealed shut and the other three were bare of anything aside from white paint thay looked like it had been cleaned daily. While the Decepticon ship was able to fit comfortably, Optimus couldn't help but wonder how it would get out of the hanger like room they were in. The only noticeable thing in the room was a large staircase that went underground, three priests lined on either side as the head priest from the bonding ceremony stood at the top. His servos were grasped before him and he was smiling. Like at the ceremony, his frame was stripped of anything unnecessary, painted white and marked with red paint. 

"I welcome Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus Prime to the Temple of Primus." The highpriest stated, as he walked towards them. He held his servos up, palm facing them and Megatron placed his own servos to the High Priest's. When the high priest turned to Optimus, he mimicked the action though a bit unsure. Despite his hesitation, the high priest seemed happy as he stepped back and motioned to the stairs. "The Temple is this way, we will begin the ceremony once you have been cleaned."

Optimus glanced up at Megatron as they walked down the stairs, unsure if he was allowed to speak, he lifted his servos to mimic the gesture from earlier. Megatron took note and gave him a nod. "It is an old form of greeting." Megatron said, his voice low. The high priest glanced back at him but didn't seem to mind them speaking. "No one is sure where it originated from but it was popularized in Vos, especially amongst Seeker Trines. Eventually it was seen as the most respectful way of greeting. However, seeing as it was widely used by Warframes, the Council forbid it during the war and it eventually became a forgotten practice."

Optimus looked at his servos. He had found this form of greeting much nicer than the handshakes that were now used. "I think I prefer this over how we normally greet." He admitted. "I don't like when my servo gets squeezed."

"Most don't." Megatron agreed, flexing his own digits. Warframe or Civillian, their servos were not meant to be squeezed in such ways. It could easily get painful and even cause damage to the joints. 

The High Priest stopped when the stairs became a large platform. There were more steps going down, low light illuminating them but the High Priest gestured towards one of the doors by the platform. "Before we hold the ceremony, we do require you both be cleansed. It is a simple solvent scrub that some Temple members will help with. Afterwards you will be painted with the ceremonial markings and then we will proceed down to the Temple itself."

Optimus hesitantly raised his servo and the High Priest gave him a nod to speak. "What exactly is the ceremony?" He asked. Oh he hoped his voice didn't break, he did not want to mess up in front of Primus. Or Megatron… but mostly Primus.

"Do not worry, while we do require absolute secrecy, the ceremony is much simpler than the bonding ceremony was." The High Priest assured him. "We just require that nothing about the ceremony leaves this place."

"Of course!" Optimus said quickly. Not like anybot he knew would be overly interested. 

The room they entered had two temple members in it, a small femme and a large mech who was almost the size of a warframe. Their plating was simple but instead of the red markings of the Priests, their markings were a blue shade. They both bowed respectfully but it was the small femme who spoke up. 

"Welcome, Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus Prime, we will be preparing you for the ceremony. If you'll come this way, we can begin with the solvent scrub!" She spoke in a bright and cheery voice as she gestured to an area of the room that had tiled flooring and a small ledge. A rack against the wall held two bottles of solvent, two scrubs and towels. A shower head hung loose from the wall and Optimus noticed a small drain in the tiles. There were no privacy walls but Optimus had gotten used to that from the Academy. 

What he wasn't expecting was for the femme to grab the shower head and begin rinsing him off. Optimus stepped away from the sudden splash of water, bumping into Megatron as he did. "W-what are you doing?" Optimus asked, his servos up in defense.

"We will be scrubbing you clean!" The femme said with a smile. "Don't worry, we will be respectful!"

Megatron gently placed his servo on Optimus' shoulder pauldron, making the small mech look up at him. "It is a bit uncomfortable but it will be over quickly." He assured him and to his surprise, Optimus seemed to relax a bit and stepped back towards the femme.

The scrub down was awkward, and Optimus knew he was flushed with embarrassment but it wasn't completely unpleasant. The femme had been respectful and only scrubbed his plating, never touching joints or seams, and staying away from sensitive areas. The solvent they used was actually quite nice and Optimus couldn't help but lift his arm to his faceplate to sniff at it. 

"Do you like the solvent?" The femme asked as she rinsed off his stabilizers.

"The smell is pleasant and not overpowering." Optimus noted. 

"We make it ourselves using Brittle Thorns." The femme stated. "They give off a very soft scent and the texture of the solvent is wonderful!"

"I didn't think Brittle Thorns could be worked with." Optimus said. "There isn't even a greasy texture either."

"I didn't think you were one to care about solvents." Megatron noted. Unlike Optimus, he was still being scrubbed due to his larger frame. The large mech working on him continued to remain silent, focusing on his work. 

"I'm not obsessed with them but anybot would have a preference when it comes to them." Optimus said. "Cheap ones smell like soap and leave a gross film on your plating but a lot of scented ones are too potent for my taste." 

"I can never see any difference." Megatron stated, glancing at his shoulder pauldron that was dripping water. The smell was less noticeable than what Starscream wore at times. 

"Maybe that's because you big guys don't have as sensitive plating as we do." The femme chimed in. "It's probably a different sensory net level, we have more sensitive plating but yours has higher density."

"So civillians spend so much time focusing on solvents because they actually enjoy them." Megatron contemplated with a hum. 

"Not just solvents, mesh fabrics and bedding too." The femme explained. "I mean you can get a decent enough recharge on a metal berth but there is nothing like a decent padding and mesh covering to make it even better!"

"I understand that." Optimus said with a grin. "When my friends and I were cadets, we got a chance to go to the upper caste market and found a store specializing in organic mesh. We found a massive covering that was the softest I've ever touched! 

"It costs three years worth of my tuition for just one of them." Optimus continued. "That store owner kicked us out so quickly when he realized we weren't upper caste."

The femme laughed as she led Optimus to the painting area after he and Megatron had been thoroughly dried off. "I bet he did!" She said.

"Though I thought those on the Temple didn't live in luxury." Optimus stated. He held still as a skillful brush was traced over his chassis. 

"We live comfortably." The femme explained. "We don't have anything unnecessary but we don't starve ourselves either. The Brittle Thorns are an abundant resource and it was by chance that the solvents made from it are so good."

"That makes sense." Optimus pondered. These bots actually seemed more well off than a lot of Cybertron at the moment in all honesty. He didn't like that. Glancing down at his chassis, Optimus noted the strange glyphs that were scribed onto him. "What language is this?"

"Ancient Cybertronian." Megatron replied. "It is a language thought to have been long lost even before the Golden Era."

"We preserve it here in the temple." The femme explained. "The Head Priest is really old and teaches it to those who want to become a Priest. The test to pass involves translating old scripts and is really difficult."

"I am surprised to see that it is still being used." Megateon noted. "I had thought the Council would have purged such a thing long ago."

"The Temple of Primus has always had a strong influence so the Council always had to tread lightly with us." The femme explained. "We may not have an army, but most Cybertronians believe in Primus to some degree so going against us would he like going against against Creator, even the Council won't do that. Even so, the ever stagnat society that the Council created has finally started to move. I just hope that some old traditions stay."

She gave them a smile but it seemed rather sad to Optimus. He began to wonder, just how much of their culture and history had been buried over the millions of solar cycles that the Council had been in place. The large and silent mech got the attention of the small femme and made a motion with his servos. She nodded and placed her servos on her hips.

"Well enough of that, it's time for for ceremony!" The femme said. "Just walk out the doors and the Head Priest will show you the rest of the way!"

The Head Priest was in fact waiting for them at the top of the steps. The other priests stood to the sides as they had before and Optimus wondered if they had spent the entire time like this. Nervousness swelled in his tanks as he once again realized just how important this ceremony was. 

"Thank you for your patience, I will now explain what you must do." The high priest said. "The bottom of these stairs leads to a shrine where the All Spark is to be placed. You two will carry the All Spark to the pedestal at the center and then return. You may not speak and you may not look back until the ceremony is complete."

Optimus and Megatron nodded their helms in understanding. The High Priest smiled at this and led down the stairs. Like the previous set, these continued straight down and seemed to be endless. Even in the dull illumination, they appeared bottomless and as they continued to descend, Optimus wondered if he'd have the energy to climb when this is all over. Down they continued until finally an opening was came into view.

Stepping out of the stairway, Optimus was greeted by a massive room with high ceilings that disappeared into darkness. A large platform stood in the center and a soft green glow emanated from it. The platform floated in the center, the pit below as deep as it was high and Optimus truly wondered who made such a place as it was completely mechmade. In the center of the platform stood a pedestal and the pathway to it was lined in pillars that stood high above. As they stepped closer,  Optimus noted that intricate patterns were carved into the pillars and floors, so finely detailed that it seemed impossible for even the smallest of minicons to sculpt. Megatron seemed equally enraptured by the detail of this place that he bumped into Optimus slightly, silently apologizing as he put a servos behind him to steady the much smaller bot. 

The High Priest stopped at a long pedestal that stood at the entrance to the platform. With his back struts to them, he raised a hand and a blue glow illuminated the box. Optimus had to squint his optics to not be blinded by the light but he did his best to not cover them with his servos. As the High Priest stood to the side, an orange box with intricate carvings and a handle on either side was now on the long pedestal. An energy pulsed through the box, an energy that sent an almost giddiness through Optimus. Electricity crackled in his digit tips and there was no denying what this was. 

This was the All Spark.

This was their source of life.

The High Priest gestured for them to step up to the platform. Optimus hesitated, but a gentle touch to his back struts had him looking at Megatron. The warlord gave him a slight nod in encouragement and the two mechs moved forward. Walking around the long pedestal, they each lifted a side of the All Spark with a single servos and began to walk down the platform. The All Spark felt heavy but weightless and Optimus felt his processor empty of all worries or fears.

Optimus found himself facing the stairway that they had come down. Megatron stood beside him, both with empty servos. They looked down at each other, confusion clearly expressed as the High Priest clapped twice.

"Well done. The All Spark has been returned to our planet." He spoke, gesturing behind them. "Look."

Both mechs turned around to see that the walls of the room now pulsed with a blue light. A soft hum seemed to emanate from the depths of the room and Optimus couldn't help but think that the room was alive. The High Priest stepped closer to them, seeing their aw.

"Typically the task of returning the All Spark should have been left to myself and two priests." He spoke carefully, only speaking again when Optimus and Megatron focused on him. "I allowed you to take part in this ceremony as a show of good faith, I hope you do not tarnish it."

With those words, he turned around and began to ascend the large staircase. 

Optimus was honestly exhausted after the cycles activities. The special paint had been cleaned off once they came back from the temple. They were given plain energon to drink and then a temple member flew them back to Kaon. Now Optimus sat in his chair, lounging lazily as he felt like weights were stuck to his stabilizers. He let out an ex-vent as Hadeen began to set.

"Optimus," Megatron said, instantly getting the younger mech's attention. "Would you be interested in dining with me tonight?"

Optimus perked up slightly at the question. They generally had their morning fuel together but night fuels were often done on their own time. In Autobot society, it was considered a romantic gesture to ask someone to dine with them at night. He wondered if Megatron knew this… even if he didn't, it would be rude to reject him. They are technically Bonded too so it's not like it would be weird to dine together at night. 

"I would be interested." Optimus finally managed to say. This seemed to make Megatron happy.

"I will make a reservation." He said, already making a call.

"A reservation? Where?" Optimus asked. 

They were in Kaon, not Iacon or even Polyhex. This wasn't a city where you could just go out and fuel at a nice shop. At least it hadn't been when Optimus had first come to the city. Kaon had resembled a warzone the last time Optimus had toured it, how could it be fixed up in half a vorn?

"We have two bars in the tower, one for the more rowdy drinkers and then a much nicer one with private rooms. We will be going to the nicer one." Megatron explained. He had already made their reservations with a beautiful view of the two moons. 

"Aren't bars too… inappropriate for a government tower?" Optimus asked. 

Megatron rubbed his chinplate in contemplation. "I can see why it might seem inappropriate for such places but given thay most of Kaon is still uninhabitable, I believed that the tower would be the best place for business." He explained. "Most of our working force currently resides in the tower and so having access to bars and other entertainment is more beneficial when it is close by. Of course when the streets are built up, we will offer them a chance to relocate or even let them stay if they chose too."

"You really put a lot of thought into this tower." Optimus stayed in surprise. 

"It is collective efforts of my mechs." Megatron stated. "If we don't have solid ground to get our bearings, we will never be able to rebuild efficiently. 

Optimus nodded at the statement which caused Megatron to smile. "Now I believe we have a reservation to get to." The warlord stated, offering the joint of his arm to Optimus. 

The young prime took it with slight hesitation, worried about the awkward height difference between them. In the end, he was more of holding onto Megatron’s arm with his servos than anything else. 

The bar Megatron had reserved for them was near the first floor. The elevator opened straight into it and the mood of the room changed drastically. The wide open space was filled with booths and tables, well large enough to fit warframes comfortably but the organic material of the furnishing showed thay it was high end. Very high end. Soft pink lighting illuminated the room as a soft melody played. A bar was near one of the walls, glass cubes sparkling in the artificial light and stars that came through the massive windows. It was honestly the fanciest place Optimus had ever been to.

A femme walked up to them, frame painted black and white with pink accents. Her blue optics smiled at them as she gestured towards a door that was practically hidden by Crystal floral. 

"Welcome, Lord Megatron and Consort Optimus, I have the private room all set up for you." The femme stated. 

She led them through the door and into a much nicer hallway than what Optimus had seen on other floors. Like the main room of the bar, the hallways was painted a dark color, possibly black but it appeared a dark pink under the lights. The floor was a dark tile and all of the doors had been painted to match. The hallway was a bit narrow, but Megatron could fit through it easily. Stopping at one of the doors, the femme opened it and gestured for them to enter. Megatron offered Optimus to step in first and as soon as he was inside, he stopped.

The small room had a single table with two seats, decorative crysyals and flora lined the room tastefully. A self serving bar shined brightly as a soft melody, different from what he heard in he main room, played. The entire far wall was a glass window and both of Cybertron's moons sat perfectly in the frame, like a picture. 

Megatron offered Optimus a seat as he went to pour them both a drink. The bartender was back with energon goodies by this time and then she let them be. Offering Optimus a cube of a sweeter engex, the younger bot took it with a thank you. Megatron sat down across from him.

"I hope this place meets your expectations." Megatron said, offering his cube.

Optimus gently tapped his cube to Megatron’s and gave him a nod. "It passed it." He admits, taking a sip. It wasn't too strong and much smoother than what he was used to. 

"Is the engex to your liking?" Megatron asked, optics on the tray of energon goodies. They had been given a variety of them to enjoy. 

"It's much richer than what I'm used to." Optimus admitted."Though in all honesty, I'm more used to cheap bars where I can bottoms up."

"Do refrain from such behavior here." Megatron stated, a scowl on his face.

Optimus couldn't help but chuckle at this as he raised his cube. "Don't worry." He said, taking another drink. This certainly didn't have the burn he was used to but it was nice at the same time. Looking at the energon goodies, Optimus honestly had no idea what half of them were as he'd never seen them in the lower markets of Cybertron. 

"These ones have a jellied center and these are good if you prefer something crunchy." Megatron offered, pointing to different treats respectfully. 

Optimus carefully picked up the crunchy treat, it was a bit darker than normal energon, crystallized and smelt wonderful. He popped it into his intake and the flavor spread across his glossa. Optimus happily bit into the treat, savoring the flavor as it melted and licking his derma when he was done.  He eyed another of the same treat but glanced up at Megatron to see if it was okay to take it. Megatron nodded, trying to hide his chuckle at the innocent expression Optimus wore behind his cube. It was like watching a sparkling try a treat for the first time. Maybe it was his first time…

"Have you never had energon treats?" Megatron asked. He picked up a softer one to savor himself.

"Only the upper castes can get these." Optimus admitted. "They're usually so expensive we can't afford them anyway."

Megatron frowned. "These treats can be made easily in a kitchen if you know how to." He said. Optimus had a rust stick halfway into his intake when he stared at Megatron with wide optics. Megatron let out an ex-vent and carefully moved a few more crunchier goodies towards Optimus. "It seems a lot of things need to be addressed aside from just laws and degrees."

Optimus was confused by the last part of what Megatron said, but he also couldn't help but enjoy the delicacies in front of him. When would he ever be able to eat these again once he returned to Iacon? Optimus frowned and lowered his helm, looking down at his servos. He couldn't get used to living here… he had to go back. 

"How do you view our visit to the Temple of Primus?" Megatron asked, interrupting Optimus' thoughts.

Optimus looked up at Megatron and held his cube carefully, digits crossed as he spoke. "I was honestly surprised by everybot there." He admits. "Ultra Magnus has always had a level of dislike towards the Temple and our instructors never spoke well about them. I'd always been told that they were very strict and harsh on those that didn't follow their doctrine. But they really aren't that different from any other bot. They have their beliefs but they are still very kind.

"I'm starting to realize that even though I've been to the edges of Autobot space, my world has been very small." Optimus looked down at his energon as he spoke. He felt shame, shame at his ignorance, shame at the disdain he once held towards those that he had thought were so different from himself. 

"Then I believe I should broaden your horizon." Megatron offered with the most genuine smile Optimus had ever seen on the warlord. 

Two and a half vorn. Would he make it like this?

[bridgyrose]

Can you write part 2 of that last Hazbin Hotel ask please :0

What did Alastor do ?

(Enjoy part two)

Vaggie winced as she leaned against a window, a frown crossed her lips as she glanced at her reflection. She no longer looked like herself, but more like a fledgling seraphim that had just arrived to Heaven. And she hated it. The way the wings felt on her back, how her voice sounded with the grunts and winces she made as her body adjusted to the changes that were made to her. Though she had to admit, Alastor did make sure that not even Lute would be able to recognize her if she could barely recognize herself. 

“Just remember to be back to Hell before Charlie,” Alastor half taunted as the portal closed. “You wouldnt want to get stuck here!” 

“And how am I supposed to come back?!” Vaggie yelled out just as the portal closed, her words falling of deaf ears. Not that it mattered to her. All that mattered was finding out what Emily and Charlie were doing and make sure that Charlie stayed safe no matter what. Because safety was all that mattered. Nothing to do with Emily at all. 

She let out a sigh and looked down the quiet streets of Heaven. She wasnt too surprised about how quiet the night was. Heaven was meant to be perfect for each individual, which meant that most of the denizen’s happiness could be found right at home. Which meant trying to find Emily and Charlie was going to be that much harder. 

Still, Vaggie made her way down the streets of Heaven, half flying as she hovered above the ground. It felt strange to be reliant on her wings again, but it was worth it if it meant keeping Charlie safe. Or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. 

Hours had passed by the time she finally caught a glimpse of Charlie and Emily as she raced over to them. Once she was a street away, she paused when she caught her reflection again. She couldnt just run up to them and expect them to recognize her, at least not like this. And if Charlie did recognize her, then she’d get hurt again and Vaggie didnt want to put her through that. No, meeting them had to be natural. It had to be something to make herself seem like she belonged-

“I’ve never seen you here before,” Emily said as she walked over with a smile on her face. “You must be new.” 

“Y-yes, I am,” Vaggie answered carefully, not sure how she didnt notice Emily and Charlie both walking over. Whatever Alastor had done to her must have messed with her senses a bit more than she thought. “I uh… I had gotten the welcome and started to… walk around and see what is like here.” 

“Maybe you could show her around,” Charlie suggested to Emily. “I wouldnt mind seeing more about Heaven and learning how everything works here if we’re going to be working together.” 

“That’s a great idea!” Emily said with a smile. 

Vaggie put up a false smile as she was led by Emily and Charlie around Heaven. “I-its fine, I wouldnt want to interrupt you two-” 

“Its not a problem at all. Charlie and I are just about finished with our night out anyway, so I need to make sure she can get to Hell without issue.” 

“Almost done?” Vaggie asked in an inaudible whisper, the realization coming to her that she wasnt prepared to have caught them once they were finished. “W-well, I’m sure you both would rather I not interrupt your date.” 

Charlie let out a laugh. “Date? No, nothing like that. I’m already taken and Emily here isnt interested in me like that. I’m pretty sure she has her eye on an angel-” 

“She doenst need to know that!” Emily interrupted with a blush. “B-besides, she’s not exactly someone I can just… go up to to ask on a date. Especially with what she was involved in.” 

“That sounds… rough,” Vaggie said as she followed behind. “Maybe we can take your mind off it and you can show me the important places.” 

Emily perked up a bit and smiled. “Then we can start with the center of Heaven, where everything is decided.” 

Vaggie smiled a bit when she saw how happy Emily became as she showed the two around. Even Charlie seemed happy to see Heaven for how it was. But soon, the tour was interrupted as Vaggie felt a harsh pain run through her chest as her skin started to burn. “I-I need to go.” 

“But the tour isnt over yet,” Charlie said. “You can stick around a little longer, right?” 

“I-I cant.” Vaggie kept her smile up as she pulled away. “But… thank you for making me feel at home.” 

“I hope we can see you soon,” Emily said as she hugged Vaggie. 

Vaggie paused for a moment as she was hugged and hugged back for a moment. Then, she pulled away and started to walk off until she rounded a corner. Once she was sure she was out of sight, she started to run down an alley until she found a spot to hide. Bones cracked and shifted while her skin almost seemed to peel off as the spell Alastor had used ended.

After a few, excruciating minutes of shifting back, she leaned against the wall of the building and panted as she tried to get her bearings again. A weak smile crossed her lips as she saw her reflection, seeing herself again. “Now all I have to do is get back to Hell.” 

“I can get you back.” 

Vaggie paused as she turned around to see Lute behind her. She took a step back and reached for the spear that was normally on her back, pausing when she didnt feel it. “And why would you help me?” 

Lute smirked. “Because you wont have a choice.” 

“Then I’ll find my own-” The words stopped leaving Vaggie’s lips as she felt a collar snap around her neck. Commands filled her mind as she dropped to her knees, trying to fight each command as it whispered in mind. But it all was too much as the commands of the Seraphs ran through her, the only thing running through her mind was to obey the will of the Seraphs. 

“How’s it feel to be free of that bitch of yours?” Lute asked as she walked around behind Vaggie. “The princess of hell certainly did a number on you, didnt she?” 

“I… I feel… better,” Vaggie answered as her mind started to clear, only one command running through her mind. “What am I needed for?” 

Lute grinned as she handed a mask to Vaggie. “You’re needed to put Hell back in it’s place. The Seraphs want to move up the next extermination now that we’ve suffered a few losses on our last one. And you will lead the charge.” 

Vaggie took the mask and held it as she stared at it. Then, she slowly put it on as the thought of leading an extermination ran through her mind. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

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