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AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Scary Movies~

hello everyone! so the lovely @inubaki gave me permission to write this based off their lovely art they made for scary movies! i really loved it and wanted to write it out!

hope you all enjoy it!

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In the dim, cozy glow of their makeshift blanket fort, Adam and Lucifer were curled up on a nest of soft blankets and quilts, surrounded by a fortress of pillows, cushions, and chairs precariously stacked on top of piles of books. It was the perfect setup for a cozy, eerie night of horror movies. Lucifer was lounging in his favourite oversized, duck-print pyjama shirt, a plush duck tucked tightly in his arms, a precious handcrafted gift from Adam. Meanwhile, Adam, dressed in the black t-shirt and the other half of the pyjama set with the matching duck-print pants, was deeply engrossed in the flickering screen, his horns, gleaming with a mix of black, gold, and a subtle hint of purple, bristling with agitation.

"Lucifer, that—that’s you, isn’t it?" Adam accused, jabbing a finger toward the screen as a shadowy figure whispered sinister promises to Rosemary.

Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, bemused. "Me? Darling, I'm hardly involved in every shadowy scheme humans dream up."

He glanced from the screen back to Adam, a smirk teasing his lips. “Besides, I’m far too charming for such—predictable devilry.”

Adam’s eyes were wide, fixated on the television, brow furrowed in suspicion. "That’s what you’d say if you were involved, wouldn’t you? And that guy—he looks so… so suspicious!"

Lucifer sighed, drawing a slow circle on the back of Adam’s hand with one finger. "Love, I’d like to think my own plots would have a touch more flair, wouldn’t you? Honestly—look at those drapes. Dismal.”

Adam huffed, torn between horror and fascination. “It’s not about the drapes! You—you did a deal with her husband or something, I know it. Look how she’s terrified, and you’re just sitting there, sipping tea all smug!”

Lucifer’s smirk widened, glancing at the plush duck in Adam’s lap. "I think he believes me, don’t you?”

He reached out, tickling the duck’s tiny fabric wing. “A duck wouldn’t suspect me of such clichés.”

Adam blanched, clutching the duck protectively.

“He’s not here to negotiate with the Prince of Darkness!” he whispered fiercely, eyes darting back to the screen as the music swelled and shadows crept across Rosemary’s face. He looked to Lucifer, a flash of horror mixed with… disappointment? “I thought you were supposed to be on our side now.”

Lucifer chuckled, pressing a dramatic hand to his chest. "I am offended! Do you really think I’d waste my time on some third-rate spellbinding?”

His voice dropped low, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “If I wanted to ensnare someone, I’d hardly go after… housewives. Too easy.”

Adam gulped, whispering as if the movie characters might hear him, “But she didn’t know, Lucifer. They lied to her, just like you—"

He cut off, suddenly doubtful, squeezing his duck tightly. "But you wouldn’t do that, right? You’d… you’d warn me?”

Lucifer let out a theatrical sigh and put his arm around Adam, tugging him close. “My dear Adam, if I were ever to hatch such an elaborate scheme, you would be the first to know. I’d need an audience, after all, wouldn’t I?”

Adam glanced up, eyes narrowing suspiciously, but a little relieved. He muttered something under his breath about trusting Lucifer, turning his attention back to the screen. For a moment, Lucifer let him sink back into the movie. But as the music turned dark again, Lucifer leaned in close to Adam’s ear, voice a sinister whisper.

“Or perhaps… I’m just keeping my plans a secret... for now.”

Adam yelped, popcorn falling to the floor as he spun to face Lucifer, scandalized and flustered.

"See? That’s exactly what I mean! I knew you’d do something like that!" But his voice held a trace of laughter, a reluctant smile tugging at the edges of his lips.

Lucifer simply smiled back, not a bit repentant.

“Oh, come now, Adam. If I were really in league with… them”—he gestured vaguely at the screen—“Do you think I’d be watching horror movies with you and our brave little duck?”

Adam’s shoulders relaxed a little, and he scooped the bowel back up. “No… but next time, warn me if you’re in the movie, alright?”

Lucifer patted Adam’s shoulder with mock seriousness. “I promise, next time we see a film featuring the Prince of Darkness, you’ll be the first to know.”

Adam’s eyes lingered on Lucifer suspiciously for a second more, and then he turned back to the movie, nestling closer into Lucifer’s side, duck plushie clutched tight. Lucifer leaned back, only half-watching the screen, but now completely entertained by the way Adam’s eyes widened at every shadow.

"Run, bitch! RUN!" Adam yelled, jabbing an accusatory finger toward the screen. "Don’t you DARE gaslight her, you slimy piece of—"

Lucifer chuckled and snuggled closer, eyes glinting with amused exasperation as he took in Adam's intense glare.

"Adam, babe… you know this isn’t real, right?" He tried to reassure him, but Adam was far too invested, his eyes wide with horrified fascination as he screamed encouragement at the terrified protagonist on the screen.

"They’re still married?!" Adam’s voice was a blend of shock and dismay, his gaze snapping to Lucifer with a sudden, fierce suspicion. "Bro… you owe so much damn child support!"

Lucifer choked, his hold on the giant duck plush tightening as his mouth fell open.

"Adam!" he spluttered, scandalized. "It’s just a movie! Rosemary’s Baby is fiction, love. I don’t know any Rosemary. And I definitely didn’t—what did you say? Trade sperm for favours?! I would never!"

Adam’s frown deepened, the fire in his eyes unwavering.

"Yeah, but I see you with your fancy robes and slick words," he muttered, crossing his arms. "It's exactly the kind of scheme you'd pull. I knew there was something off about those horns, Lucifer!"

Lucifer ran a hand over his own horns, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

"Adam," he said as gently as he could manage, fighting back laughter. "I’m literally sitting here in a duck pyjamas. Does this look like the outfit of a guy trying to start a family with Rosemary?"

Adam squinted at him, torn between scepticism and the smallest hint of laughter threatening to bubble up. "Don’t play coy with me, Lucifer! I know how devils work—you make deals, charm people, maybe even hand out sperm vouchers or whatever!"

Lucifer was now shaking with laughter, clutching his duck plush tighter as Adam shot him a suspicious glare.

"Adam, I don’t even know Rosemary!" he insisted, unable to keep a straight face. "I don’t think I’ve ever handed out so much as a coupon, let alone—" he stifled another laugh, "a sperm voucher!"

Adam huffed and turned back to the screen, arms crossed, mumbling under his breath. "Guess it’s a good thing you have the decency to stick around here with me and… explain yourself. If I believe you."

Lucifer grinned and gave Adam a peck on the cheek. "Sweetheart, I’d never abandon you for some random woman in a creepy apartment building—especially not one with… baby-making intentions."

Adam threw a cushion at him, finally breaking into laughter.

"Alright, alright, maybe I got a little carried away." But as he glanced back at the screen, he muttered, "Just so you know, I’m still watching you, dude."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, grinning, as he pulled Adam closer. The fort cocooned them in warmth and laughter as the unsettling soundtrack continued in the background.

Lucifer tilted his head, a playful glint sparking in his eyes.

“Adam, babe,” he purred, leaning in closer until his lips were just an inch from Adam’s ear. “If I were ever going to try for a demonic offspring, you’d be the one I’d choose. Who says I couldn’t defy a few rules… make you the one to carry my little hellspawn?”

Adam’s face went crimson, his eyes wide as saucers.

“W-what?!” he sputtered, scooting back as far as the pillow fort walls would allow, nearly upsetting the precarious stack of books holding it all up.

But Lucifer just grinned wider, inching closer to Adam’s retreating form.

“You heard me.” His fingers trailed teasingly up Adam’s arm. “Forget Rosemary. If I was trading anything for dark favours, it’d be with you. After all…”

He gave Adam a slow, hungry look, “There’s no one more devilishly perfect.”

Adam sputtered, throwing up his hands as Lucifer’s fingertips trailed up his chest.

Adam’s face turned as red as a fire hydrant, his mouth dropping open as Lucifer’s words sank in. “W-wait… you’d—make me what?! Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

Lucifer’s grin widened, inching closer to Adam’s retreating form, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, I could probably arrange it. You, me, a little magic… who’s to say we couldn’t defy nature? I bet we’d have the cutest little hellspawn.”

Adam practically threw himself backward into the pillows, arms flailing as he struggled to get some distance. “Lucifer! You can’t just—say stuff like that! Do I look like a—like a damn demon daycare?!”

Lucifer gave a soft, amused hum, shifting forward to close the gap as he leaned over Adam. “You’re right; you’d be much too cute to just watch over one.” His finger traced down Adam’s jaw, his smirk deepening. “But for real… if I were to hand out any, ahem, favors for baby-making purposes, it’d be with you. You’re the only one I’d even consider.”

Adam was now half-laughing, half-gasping, his cheeks still pink as he shook his head. “You’re ridiculous! First Rosemary, now me? Seriously, how many favors are you out there trading?” His tone was teasing, though he found himself unable to fully escape Lucifer’s intense gaze.

Lucifer laughed, his voice rich and warm. “Only one—because you, my dear Adam, are absolutely irreplaceable. And I’ve already pledged my eternal allegiance, remember?” He nuzzled into Adam’s cheek, brushing his lips just below his ear. “I don’t need a movie to prove that to you.”

Adam’s resolve melted a little under that gentle touch, and he finally rolled his eyes, muttering, “Okay, fine, fine… but if you do make any deals, I better be the first to know.”

“Oh, you’ll know, love.” Lucifer gave him a soft peck on the cheek, wrapping his arms around him in a firm embrace as they settled back into their cozy fort, still wrapped in pillows, plushies, and each other.

Adam let out a loud laugh, nudging him. As they cuddled closer, he muttered, “Just… no more baby-making plots, alright?”

Lucifer smirked, giving him a final, teasing glance. “I make no promises.”

“Fine, fine!” Adam finally caved, cheeks flushed as he laughed. “Okay, I get it—you’re incorrigible. And stop with that face!”

Lucifer chuckled, reaching over to grab Adam’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Alright, love. Shall we get more popcorn and prepare for the next terrifying flick?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Just promise me you won’t take this one quite so personally.”

Adam snorted, nudging him with his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But it’s my turn to pick, you instigator.”

He narrowed his eyes, his suspicion not entirely gone. “It’s still awfully suspicious that you picked Rosemary’s Baby to start with…”

Lucifer let out an exaggerated pout, puffing his cheeks. “I just wanted to give us the proper spooky vibe!”

He raised his hand, snapping his clawed fingers as a soft shimmer of golden magic filled the blanket fort. Instantly, a massive bowl of sweet and salty popcorn appeared between them, the aroma filling the small space.

Adam’s mouth watered as he reached for a handful, popping a piece into his mouth. “Fine. But next time, don’t pick something so weirdly on-brand, alright?”

Lucifer grinned, plucking a piece of popcorn and tossing it into the air, catching it deftly in his mouth. “Then make sure you’re ready for the next movie. Think you can handle it, Mr. Scaredy Demon?”

Adam rolled his eyes, though a grin tugged at his lips.

“Oh, please. I’ll show you how it’s done. But this time, no creepy baby drama.” He nudged Lucifer again, cozying up with him as they settled in for the next round of frights.

Adam scrolled through the horror selection, finally landing on a devil-themed movie that looked just the right amount of creepy and campy. With a smirk, he selected it, settled back into the mountain of cushions, and stretched out, instantly feeling Lucifer wriggle his way into his arms, clutching his giant duck plushie close.

Lucifer squinted at the title on the screen and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, really, Adam?” He nuzzled into his shoulder, giving him an exaggerated pout. “Any particular reason you picked a movie about the devil?”

Adam’s smirk widened as he shrugged, casually tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “No reason at all.”

“Uh-huh,” Lucifer muttered, clearly unconvinced. He grabbed his own handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes narrowing playfully as he caught Adam’s glance.

As the movie unfolded, Adam’s amused expression grew, and he propped his hand up to cup his cheek, watching the screen with barely veiled hilarity.

“Wait, hold on…” he murmured, half-lidded eyes sparkling. “The giveaway here is… sunny-side-up eggs?”

Lucifer bristled, tossing a glare Adam’s way. “Shut up, Adam! It’s not supposed to be me on screen, alright?”

“Oh, no judgment here,” Adam chuckled, glancing down at Lucifer with a smirk. “Though if you ask me, Heaven could take a few notes on that… classic devil egg move.”

Lucifer huffed and buried his face deeper into his duck plushie, hiding a smile. “Say another word and I’ll bite you!”

Adam raised an eyebrow, looking back to the screen with mock seriousness. “Alright, fine. Though if I hear one more line about the ‘sunny-side-up giveaway,’ I’m renaming this movie Ass-Demon of the Face.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened with outrage, and before Adam knew it, he’d leaned up to nip at his chin, sending Adam into a snickering fit. Lucifer grinned mischievously, his teeth grazing just enough to make Adam squirm.

“Alright, alright, point taken!” Adam laughed, pulling Lucifer even closer. “Now shhh. Let’s see if this ‘Devil Egg Mastermind’ can actually scare us.”

With a satisfied huff, Lucifer nestled back into Adam’s arms, content to let the movie run its course… though his fingers traced light patterns on Adam’s arm, promising that he wasn’t quite done teasing for the night.

As the credits rolled on Devil Egg Mastermind (Adam’s newly dubbed title), Adam let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms in mock disappointment.

“That wasn’t scary at all,” he pouted, shaking his head. “Guess even demons don’t know their way around a good horror film.”

Lucifer gave him a playful nudge.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” he declared, his eyebrows drawing together as he started scrolling through the horror selection. “If you want scary, I’ll show you scary.”

But it didn’t take long for Lucifer to falter, his usual confidence melting into a moment of uncertainty. After all, he didn’t exactly have a history with movies himself.

But one classic title caught his eye, and he grinned, feeling oddly proud. “Alright, let’s see if you can handle The Shining.”

The movie started, and almost immediately, both of them were sucked in, leaning forward as the unsettling music set the tone and Jack Torrance’s spiral into madness began. The strange, looming atmosphere of the hotel grew with every passing moment, and they both watched, wide-eyed, barely breathing.

“Oh, hell no!” Adam whispered as Danny wheeled down a silent, ominous hallway, the sound of his Big Wheel echoing through the empty corridors. And then… the camera panned, and there they were: the two girls in those eerie pink dresses, standing motionless.

“Holy shit!” Adam gasped, hands flying to his face, while Lucifer clutched his giant duck plushie tightly, his eyes widening in horror.

“No, no, no, Danny!” Lucifer’s voice wavered with genuine concern as he squeezed his plushie so hard its beak flattened. “My poor baby! Don’t look at them!”

“Don’t do it! Don’t play with them!”

The scene continued, and as the girls invited Danny to ��Come play with them forever and ever,” Lucifer and Adam both squeezed their eyes shut, only daring to peek through their fingers. Adam let out a relieved breath when Danny fled the scene, grabbing onto Lucifer's arm as though he were holding him back from bolting.

They barely had a moment to collect themselves before the infamous elevator scene began. The doors creaked open, and they both stared, horrified, as blood gushed out, flooding the hallway in a wave of crimson.

“NOPE!” Adam cried, covering his eyes, while Lucifer gave an actual yelp, pressing his face into his duck plushie to avoid looking.

“WHY is this happening?” Lucifer groaned. “They’re elevators! What’s next, the lamps start bleeding?”

Adam peeked through his fingers, grinning despite himself. “The lamps bleeding is nothing. Just wait till Jack loses it with that axe.”

“Oh, fantastic. Bloody elevators, haunted twins, and now a psycho dad,” Lucifer muttered, shaking his head. But despite his words, he found himself watching with an intense, horrified fascination, half-hidden behind his plushie.

Soon enough, Jack was well into his descent into madness, and Adam was utterly absorbed, leaning forward as Jack muttered about “all work and no play.” He watched, transfixed, as the story turned more terrifying by the minute, only tearing his gaze away to glance at Lucifer’s wide-eyed expression, making him snicker softly.

“Don’t laugh!” Lucifer hissed, his cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his tension. “This is serious horror!”

By the time Jack began stalking through the hotel with an axe, both of them were completely on edge, every creak and clang on screen making them jump. Lucifer clutched Adam’s arm, gripping tighter each time Jack got closer to his family.

“Here’s Johnny!” Jack crowed, and Adam and Lucifer both shrieked, instinctively clutching each other, bracing for what came next.

When the credits finally rolled, they sat in stunned silence for a moment, still clutching each other, hearts racing. Adam broke the silence with a shaky laugh. “Okay. You win. That was real horror.”

Lucifer let out a shaky breath, giving a relieved smile. “Told you. But, uh… maybe next time, we pick something a little less... psychotic?”

Adam chuckled, nudging him with his shoulder.

“Agreed. But first…” He summoned his courage and grinned. “You’re ready for the sequel, right? Doctor Sleep?”

Lucifer groaned, hugging his duck plushie tighter, but he couldn’t hide his smile. “Fine. But only if we stock up on popcorn... and you hold me this time!”

As Doctor Sleep began, the blanket fort was alive with a renewed, eager energy. Adam and Lucifer settled in, popcorn within arm’s reach, their eyes fixed on the screen as they watched the story unfold from that creepy Shining legacy.

When grown-up Danny appeared, looking world-weary yet somehow peaceful, Lucifer let out an immediate, adoring coo.

“Aww, look at him! Little Danny’s all grown up,” he murmured, squeezing his duck plushie affectionately. “I just want to give him a warm meal and a nice nap.”

Adam grinned, nudging Lucifer. “Right? He’s so sweet! But also, look at him. He’s been through hell and back… and now he has to face all this crap again.”

He sighed, knowing well the feeling of life just never letting you catch a break.

Then, Rose the Hat entered, her eerie charm filling the screen as she set out on her wicked mission. Adam watched her with wide, fascinated eyes, his expression a mix of awe and horror. “Oh, she’s… awful.” He narrowed his eyes. “But I kind of love how terrible she is. Like, she’s that perfect mix of ‘please, someone punch her’ and ‘okay, maybe she’s got some style.’”

Lucifer made a face, clearly unimpressed. “Style? Adam, she’s stealing people’s souls, children’s souls like it’s some twisted hobby! Ugh.”

He shook his head, scowling. “How does she still wear that hat like she thinks she’s the main character?”

Adam chuckled, casting a glance at Lucifer. “You’re so jealous of that hat. Look at you.”

“Jealous?!” Lucifer practically sputtered, crossing his arms defensively. “I am offended, truly. I’d never stoop to top-hat levels of villainy.”

He shot a disdainful look at the screen, muttering, “She’s got nothing on my horned charm…or my top hat.”

They continued watching, both horrified and riveted as Rose and her crew pursued Danny and young Abra. Adam clutched Lucifer’s arm, his face torn between admiration for Abra’s courage and anger at Rose’s cruelty.

“She’s so vicious! Ugh, I want Danny and Abra to destroy her.”

Lucifer nodded fiercely. “Absolutely. I mean, she’s after a kid—that’s just disgusting. And that whole soul-sucking ritual? It’s too much.”

“Even for me.” He huffed, clutching his plushie. “Someone needs to take her and that ridiculous hat down.”

As the tension on screen escalated, Danny finally faced off against Rose in the Overlook Hotel, bringing all the horrors of the past back to life. Adam’s eyes were glued to the screen, and he could barely contain his excitement.

“YES, Danny! Show her what a real Shining looks like!” He pumped a fist in the air, then leaned forward as Danny began summoning the ghosts of the hotel.

Lucifer watched, half hiding his face in his plushie. “Oh, this is satisfying. Go, Danny!”

His face softened as he watched Danny confront his fears, rooting for him with every ounce of his demon heart. “He’s come so far. It’s… kind of inspiring, actually.”

When Rose finally met her match, both of them let out a victorious cheer, high-fiving each other in triumph. Adam smirked, finally relaxing back against the pillows. “That’s what you get, Rose the Hat! Consider this your eviction notice from the Overlook.”

Lucifer chuckled, laying his head on Adam’s shoulder. “And Danny gets his peace. Finally.”

He sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer. “But, honestly, if Rose hadn’t been so obnoxious with that hat, I wouldn’t have minded the movie as much. Doctor Sleep did not disappoint.”

Adam snickered. “Maybe next time you can pick a villain with less questionable fashion sense.”

He gave Lucifer a light punch on the arm, grinning. “But you know what? I kind of enjoyed hating her together with you.”

Lucifer smiled, wrapping his arms around him. “Same here, love. As long as I’ve got you, even the creepiest movie nights turn out perfect.”

They settled in under the blanket fort, adjusting the pillows and cushions as The Nun started. The dark, looming shadows and ominous whispers filled the screen, setting a creepy atmosphere, but only a few minutes in, Lucifer’s expression started to sour, his lips twisting in visible annoyance. Adam caught on immediately.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Adam nudged him, trying to stifle a smirk at Lucifer’s look of utter distaste. “You look like someone just insulted your favourite demon band.”

Lucifer let out an irritated huff, puffing his cheeks and crossing his arms. “That nun—what’s his name again? Valium?”

“Valak,” Adam corrected, laughing a little as he eyed the screen. “Yeah, Valak the Nun. What about him?”

Lucifer made a low sound of annoyance from the back of his throat. “Doesn’t he look like someone we know?”

Adam tilted his head, studying the ghostly nun’s face on the screen. “Actually… now that you mention it…”

He squinted, eyes widening as he suddenly recognized what Lucifer was getting at. “Oh my god, he does look like somebody!”

With a deep, dramatic sigh, Lucifer reached over and switched off the TV with a swipe of his hand. The screen blinked to black, and the room fell into sudden silence.

Adam gasped, sitting up and blinking in surprise.

“Hey! Why’d you turn it off? You never quit a movie before it’s over.” He paused, staring at Lucifer’s pouty expression before understanding dawned. “Oh no. Ohhhhh no.”

A grin spread across Adam’s face. “Are you saying Valak reminds you of… him?”

Lucifer buried his face in his hands, letting out an exaggerated groan. “Yes! That annoying, grinning radio demon always buzzing around Charlie. Valak’s got that same smug, sinister face.”

Adam burst into laughter, clapping a hand over his mouth. “Oh, that’s priceless! And here I thought nothing could get under your skin.”

He leaned over, giving Lucifer a nudge. “But wow, you must really hate that demon, huh?”

Lucifer huffed, flopping onto Adam’s lap with an air of wounded pride.

“It’s not hate. It’s… professional rivalry. You wouldn’t understand. He’s got that same ‘trying-too-hard-to-be-scary’ vibe,” he grumbled, his voice muffled against Adam’s shirt.

Adam tried his hardest not to laugh, his fingers playing through Lucifer’s hair soothingly. “So, you’re saying that he’s Valak-level annoying? That’s a new low, babe.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes playfully, his lips quirking into a reluctant smile. “Don’t get smart with me. You’re the one who dragged me into watching all these… poser demons.”

“Fine, fine.” Adam stroked his hair, grinning down at him. “You know, it’s kinda cute that the supposed ‘Lord of Darkness’ has arch-nemeses in horror films. Valak the Nun, and the Radio Demon. Who’s next on the list?”

Lucifer groaned but managed a grin. “Keep it up, and I’ll make you the next one on my list.”

Adam laughed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. “Oh, you’d miss me too much.”

Lucifer let out an exaggerated sigh, but he didn’t argue, instead curling closer into Adam’s lap as they both settled into comfortable silence.

n the dim glow of their blanket fort, shadows and warmth wrapping them like a second quilt, Lucifer rolled over with a barely-there sound, his hand brushing against Adam’s arm.

“Adam… are you asleep?” he whispered, his voice softened by the quiet.

Adam stirred, blinking sleepily before turning to face him.

"Hey… you okay?" His voice held a hint of worry as he took in Lucifer’s expression—a strange mix of discomfort and vulnerability.

Lucifer’s face shifted through a few expressions, from frustration to hesitation, until finally, he murmured, “I can’t sleep.”

Adam let out a soft chuckle, rolling onto his side to face him fully. "Wait, are you saying… you’re scared? Of a movie? Come on, aren’t they pretty much all about you?”

Lucifer’s cheeks tinted ever-so-slightly as he buried his face against Adam’s chest, trying to stifle a groan.

“No! Of course not! I mean, I—" He paused, his tone lowering to a murmur. "Maybe… maybe a little bit?”

Adam wrapped his arms around Lucifer, pulling him closer, letting him nestle into his chest. "So, you’re telling me that the great Lucifer Morningstar, the supposed King of Hell, can’t sleep because of a few movies?”

He stroked a gentle hand over Lucifer’s hair, the golden strands catching a glint of the soft light. “Don’t worry, love. It’s just movies. Plus, they don’t even do you justice.”

Lucifer sighed deeply, the weight of his thoughts heavy as he tucked his face closer against Adam.

"Do… do humans really see me like that? As some deranged, monstrous thing that just wants to hurt people?” His voice was barely above a whisper, a hint of something achingly sad lingering in his tone.

Adam blinked, momentarily taken aback. He hadn’t expected that question, and his mouth opened and closed a few times as he searched for the right words.

“Lucifer…” He held him tighter, gently brushing his fingers through Lucifer’s hair. “They don’t know you, not like I do. They see… what they’re told to see. Stories passed down and warped over time.” He could feel the slight tremble in Lucifer’s shoulders and moved closer, wrapping him tighter in his arms.

Lucifer let out a shaky breath, a trace of vulnerability peeking through the usually unbreakable confidence.

“But that’s all of mankind, Adam. Hundreds of years. All that time, and they only know me as something to fear, to hate…” His voice caught for a moment, and he forced a soft, hollow laugh. “I’m not even close to the monster they think I am, yet… it doesn’t seem to matter, does it?”

Adam pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along Lucifer’s shoulder. “Hey, they don’t see you like I do. All they know are stories—stories made to scare people. You’re just the shadow they cast their fears onto. If they saw you for real, they’d see… well, this.”

He gave him a squeeze. “The guy who cuddles duck plushies and builds blanket forts. The guy who can’t sleep because he’s so much more human than he even realizes.”

Lucifer sniffled a little, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Adam replied firmly. He tilted Lucifer’s chin up to meet his gaze, his eyes soft and full of warmth. “You’re nothing like those movies make you out to be. You’re so much more.”

He leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss across Lucifer’s brow. “So just… be here, with me, and let the rest go.”

Lucifer’s smile widened, his eyes softening as he looked back at Adam.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice so quiet it was almost lost in the hush of the night. “For seeing me.”

“Always,” Adam whispered, holding him even closer as they drifted off, the shadows of stories past fading into nothingness around them.

As the warmth of the moment enveloped them, Adam and Lucifer settled deeper into each other, the world outside their cozy blanket fort fading away. The soft sounds of their breathing mingled, creating a gentle rhythm that lulled them closer to sleep. Adam nuzzled his face into Lucifer’s hair, breathing in the familiar scent of warm spices and faint hints of mischief, while Lucifer shifted slightly, his body relaxing against Adam’s warmth.

Just as they began to drift into the comforting embrace of slumber, a soft patter of tiny paws echoed through the fort. A small, fluffy black cat with one striking green eye and one adorable empty socket peeked in, his tiny head bobbing with curiosity. With an adorable bounce in his step, the cat paddled across the mountains of blankets, his tail held high in the air like a proud flag.

Adam stirred slightly, blinking sleepily as he noticed their little companion. “Look who decided to join us,” he murmured, a smile spreading across his face.

Lucifer cracked an eye open, his features softening at the sight of their one-eyed feline, affection bubbling up inside him.

“Oh, our little demon spawn,” he said with a teasing lilt, watching as the cat made himself at home, curling up snugly between them. The cat let out a soft purr, vibrating contentedly against the blankets.

“Look at him,” Adam chuckled, reaching down to scratch the cat’s chin. “He’s like a tiny, fluffy cuddle monster.”

Lucifer couldn’t help but grin, feeling the weight of the day melt away as he watched Adam interact with their pet.

“He’s the only one who can compete with my charm,” he teased, rolling onto his back, allowing the cat to nestle comfortably against his side.

The little black cat settled in, his purring growing louder, creating a soothing backdrop to the quiet atmosphere of the fort. Adam laughed softly, leaning down to kiss the top of the cat’s head.

“Just another member of the family,” he said, glancing at Lucifer with a warmth that sent a flutter through him.

As they all snuggled closer, the fort cocooned them in a world of warmth and comfort. Lucifer shifted again, pulling Adam in tighter as the three of them formed a cozy, sleepy heap.

“I suppose we’ve got a little hellion to keep us company,” he murmured, his voice heavy with drowsiness.

“Just what we needed,” Adam replied, a soft smile playing on his lips. “A one-eyed guardian to watch over us while we sleep.”

With that, the trio nestled into the blankets, the rhythm of their hearts synchronizing with the purring cat, forming a small universe of warmth, laughter, and love. Outside, the world was dark and filled with shadows, but within the safety of their blanket fort, everything felt right. As sleep began to claim them, the last flickers of light danced in the corners of their cozy sanctuary, and the faintest whisper of laughter lingered in the air.

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #lucifer x adam #fanfic #guitarduck #au #for adamsapple fans!#adamsapple harvest #adamsapple scary movies

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the-acid-pear · 1 year ago

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I'm really bored so this is a perfect opportunity to pick up where i left off

Chapter 4

E(vil) Coli.......

Marcille just got such a reality check Chilchuck i love youu

I'm actually so falling in love w the way this chapters go they really feel like a little kids cartoon but i dont mean that in the condesending way i mean that in the, lighthearted let's focus on this character's issues today way

I fucking adore Senshi's unchanging button eyes. TBH creature eyes, to me

CHILCHUCK I FUCKING ADORE YOU THE WAY HE WENT FROM SYMPATHY TO RAGE IS AKGJBN UYHJBKGYUBB

HE ACTUALLY RECOGNIZED HER ACHIVEMENT AND CALLED HER BY NAME THAT'S SO CUTE 💥💥💥💥

Chapter 5

It's actually kinda fun to see Senshi struggle to like, fit in w these maniacs.

I do actually kinda hope he stops being so, uncooperative i guess? Like chill king ily but chill 🙏

i love how straight foward chil is tho

He just put his finger inside boiling oil he's so built different i love it

"what gorgeous bones" LAIOS. ?!

the little blush...

they're so. 🏳‍🌈

Chapter 6

Thought Laios had his pussy out in the cover

tf2 soldier......

THE WHOLE DEATH SYSTEM HERE IS SO FUCKED UP GOD

Obsessed how Senshi had to draw the line at that metal is too fucking far

this was pretty cool

Chapter 7

This is so freaky ouhwuhuhg

Chilchuck don't be so mean let Laios have his autism moment level catastrophic

"*not actually true" literally calling his ass out

THE MOST EXPRESSION WE'VE BEEN SEEN SENSHI PUT, HE ACTUALLY IS DUBIOUS OF EATING THIS THAT'S AMAIZING

Laios what's wrong w you <3

Chapter 7.5

ARMOR SEX

Chapter 7.6

Alright this setting is just silly + cute tbh.

THEY LET CHILCHUCK BE EATEN BY Hungry Sellers

SENSHI ON MARCILLE VIOLENCE

Chapter 8

Obsessed w Senshi's mancave

The golems have such good designs oh my god

PANTY SHOT

"and exploiting a loophole in the law" based senshi

where are they peeing + shitting........................

he really is a bit of a jerk but that's ok

WKJIJIUIJGU SENSHI LOOKS SO CUTE HERE THO 🥺🥺💞💞 He really said ^_^

ah fair there are built in bathrooms cool :)

essential worker senshi, iconic

okay genuinely cute how he did say IN HIS WAY that he cares about the team i need to study this man under a microscope

Chapter 9

oh no chilchuck accidental criminal................

oh my god this is so cool ACTUAL criminals now i love the worldbuilding

japanese kobolds ough........

also i love these orc designs sm

they're getting jumped...

Senshi you're insane i want you

CHILCHUCK GRABBING HIM BY THE BEARDAJGNBHJGNFKJIH

no sir orc don't teach your kid to continue the cycle of violence created by genearations past..............

ABUSING HIM

I actually cant tell if Senshi is teaching the baby or preventing it from fucking up

Senshi just wants to grill for god's sake...

I'm actually going to cry i'm not joking that baby is gonna push me over the edge

All Laios do is blush

Chapter 10

Laios abandonment........

im literally so in love w that kobold fuckign doggey

DUNGEON WEED HELL YEAH

what 😦

EVIL MONEY... EL PROBLEMA ES EL CAPITALISMO!!!!!!!

This manga is so cool

jewel bug hamburger so cute

Chapter 11

This manga has hooked me up so hard <- he has nothing better to do

Can we eat spirits doe? 🧐

Farlyn i fucking love you goddamn...

Sir i dont think that's particurlarly holy but i trust you anyway

this manga is fucking mental

GKLMKJGNJAHB EVEN SENSHI CALLING OUT LAIOS 😭😭😭😭

Chapter 12

He's so insane it's great ily Laios

this is just like the hit movie with rogers rabbit and duffy duck and, brendan fraser too innit?

oh my god this is gettin really cool

One last chapter for today that plotline was too cool

Chapter 13

I feel so fucking bad for my man Chilchuck

finger guns kissie mouth marcille...

I love how everyone gets pushed to face their fears, i hope Chilchuck gets to do that as safely as Laios could

senshi 👌

NOOO LEAVE MY MAN ALONE HE'S BEEN THRU ENOUGH

i fucking love that Laios is the only one shocked by his age bc he's human 😭😭😭

I'm getting so anxious my legs are going cold so I've decided I'm gonna start reading Dungeon Meshi. Gonna do the classic manga liveblog format too 👍

Chapter 0

It's been so long since I did something like this man goddamn.

Oh this manga is really fucking short! Only 97 chapters goddamn. Might get to finish the whole liveblog in like, 2 rbs.

This is so silly n cute tbh

Catgirl looks HORRIFIED

Wait is, is the dwarf naked? Is he in his fucking underwear??

Thought they were praying for the food for a second

WHY ARE WE JUST RANDOMLY SHOWING A BRUTAL DEATH FROM A DRAGON THIS. THE WHIPLASH

Oh she's alive nvm

Chapter 1

Goofy ahh dragon

Love that it's formatted as a menu that's cute

Well that was a haunting introduction

Capitalism is one hell of a bitch <- pretty sure this has nothing to do with that

I love this short critter's beautiful black eyes

Why is she breakdancing to express discontent?

Man these chapters are long, like 45 pages each. That makes it almost 200 chapters since 20 pages is more of the average length.

THE BLUSH. HUNGRY BASTARD UTSYFSYSEYSRRUD

"who are you?" He was licherally there when the girl was vored what do you Mean who are you . . .

Un capo se trajo un disco.

Holy shit you can die?

Marcille you're such a girl fail it's honestly hot

Oh Chilchuck is a name i though it was an insult

Sabés el asado que te puede hacer el Senshi, te caes de culo

Chapter 2

The settings are beautiful

👍

The way death is handled feels so Weird

Laios I did not wish to learn about your bondage kink

Chilchuck is so real I love him 😭

Chilchuck why were you at the gallows...........

Chapter 3

Already got in the groove of it

He looks so distraught at the unbalanced diet

"reptilian features" "cool" "cool"

I love Laios and Senshi's relationship they're such a good team

Senshi is sooo silly

These are such good ppl tbh

THANK YOU FOR YOUR MOTIVATIONAL APEECH SENSHI

I'm using the same site I did to read Baki and bro there's a clown in the notes who keeps adding the image of Marcille being told elves are good cock sleeves and it's starting to seriously annoy me.

Stopping for now so I can eat and stuff 👍

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albakore · 3 years ago

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Office Adventures

Synopsis: (office!au) Sometimes Kaeya’s ideas can be brilliant. Other times you wonder how this man even made it this far in life. This time, however, the outcome is a little different than you expect…

Characters (together): Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma/Tohma, Childe, and Zhongli (fem!reader)

Warnings: not sfw (18+), like pure unadulterated filth. public-ish sex, voyeurism, unprotected sex, vibrator, masturbation, Diluc fucking you while everyone else watches because i am Diluc’s whore before i am human,

part 2

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It felt so downright perverted to be acting this way. You tried your hardest to stay focused on the presentation in front of you but your mind kept drifting back to the device that was sitting between your legs. Kaeya had managed to slip a vibrator in your underwear right before this meeting, after he pulled you into an empty office and worked it inside of you. He pulled up the app on his phone and tested it to make sure it worked properly. It did, much to his delight (and your dismay.)

Zhongli was up at the front presenting some information about this months sales. He was flipping through various infographics in the presentation he had prepared, motioning to them every so often to accentuate his point. Diluc was sitting across from Kaeya jotting down notes as he went, next to him was a bored looking Thoma. Childe occupied the seat on the Kaeya’s left and was very keenly watching Zhongli as he presented. The seat to Kaeya’s right was empty, as that’s where Zhongli had been sitting. You watched Kaeya reach for his phone again that was sitting on the table in front of him. He tapped the screen a few times and you felt the vibrations inside of you grow stronger. You pressed your thighs together desperately trying to mask what was taking place. You couldn’t help but chew your bottom lip desperately trying not to let your pokerface drop.

“Ms. (Name), are you alright?” You heard Kaeya call from across the table, interrupting Zhongli. That little shit, you thought. You took a deep breath to help calm you down, putting on the best neutral expression you could muster before glancing up and meeting Kaeya’s mischievous smile.

“Of course. Why do you ask?” You tried to ignore how all of the men’s eyes glanced over in your direction. You could feel your impending orgasm looming as the vibrator continued to buzz inside you still even with all their gazes on you.

Thoma chimed in this time, completely oblivious. “You’re looking a little flustered, do you need to step out for some air?” Your eyes drifted to meet his, a genuinely concerned expression on his face as he scanned over you for signs of sickness or injury.

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him quickly, “I just picked the wrong day to wear this outfit.” You joked, motioning to your matching blazer and skirt that were made out of the same thick material. You added in a smile to really sell your excuse, fanning yourself to make it seem like maybe the heat was just getting to you.

Zhongli, who had been interrupted in the middle of his presentation, cleared his throat to take the attention away from the disruption. “Well, this is the last slide so if you’ll allow me to get through this then you can go back to your office and cool down a little. May I?” You nodded your head quickly and added in a small sorry before you ducked your head back down to focus on the notes in front of you. You were grateful when you felt the attention slowly shift off you and back to Zhongli.

Your mind drifted again with Zhongli’s voice as the perfect background noise for your fantasies that played in your mind. You thought again about Kaeya pulling you into that office right before this meeting with his fingers working you open slowly saying he had a surprise for you. You two had joked about doing something like this before, but you never thought he had the gall to actually go through with it. He was definitely enjoying this entirely too much, you could tell by the way his attention shifted from his notes to study you every so often. Whenever he altered the frequency of the vibrator, your resolve would fall just briefly and you’d allow yourself one shaky breath as your fists clenched and your eyebrows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the orgasm that had been creeping up on your for what felt like forever now. You were completely unaware of the vermillion eyes that would drift your way every time your face would scrunch or your hips would shift.

“And with that, we’re done for the day.” Zhongli’s concluding statement cut through your lewd thoughts. You let out a sigh of relief thinking about how you wanted nothing more than to get out of this meeting room and to the privacy of your own office. Zhongli returned to his spot at the table beside Kaeya and began gathering up his papers. The rest of the men also shuffled their stuff together, starting to stand from their seats and stretch.

“Say, Kaeya,” Childe’s voice cut through the shuffling. You watched in slow motion horror as he reached out and grabbed Kaeya’s phone that had been sitting face up on the table while Kaeya had stepped away from his seat to go return something he grabbed before the meeting. “What is this app you kept toying with throughout the meeting?” He asked as he examined Kaeya’s phone. Kaeya’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a way to draw Childe’s attention away from the phone without being obvious. As Kaeya opened his mouth to reply, Childe tapped something on the screen.

“Wait!” You and Kaeya exclaimed in unison but it was too late, the vibrator in between your legs kicked up a few notches and in a matter of seconds the orgasm that Kaeya had had you dancing around for the last half of this meeting came crashing down. You let out a loud, sultry moan as you ducked your head to keep some sense of your dignity as the men watched you clench your legs and squirm in your seat. Kaeya quickly made his way back to his phone and snatched it away from Childe, cutting off the vibrations. There were a few beats of silence as the men all watched you carefully while you caught your breath, head still lowered and hands still gripping the arms of your chair harshly. The realization of what just happened finally hit you as your head cleared. The fucked out expression on your face shifted to a mortified one as you tried to think of some sort of response.

Childe’s voice rang out hesitantly from the other side of the room, “uh, sorry..”

Instead of addressing his apology you used every ounce of courage in you to spit out a ‘please excuse me’ before getting up from your chair and promptly exiting the room. You ran for the nearest empty bathroom and locked yourself inside, suddenly thankful for the first time ever that your office had single person bathrooms. Your back hit the door as your head reeled from the events that just took place, embarrassment washing over you. I’m gonna get fired, you though bitterly, they probably think I’m disgusting. You slowly reached down and pulled back your underwear to see the soaked mess that had become your panties. You sighed, pulling them up again before your eyes met the mirror. Your appearance was disheveled: your lips were swollen from biting them to stifle your moans and your legs were still shaking from your recent orgasm.

A loud knock sounded on the door behind you. “(Name)?” Kaeya’s voice called out. “…I know you’re in there.” He added after a few moments of waiting for you to respond. You still didn’t answer his calls so he continued, “they’re all waiting for you to come back.” Your heart dropped. What does that mean? Are they going to discuss the consequences of your actions already? Why so soon? Couldn’t they wait and sleep on it?

You turned around hand gripping the door handle as you took a deep breath to calm your racing heartbeat, figuring it best to face this head on. You opened the door with a click only to be met with Kaeya’s fist inches from your face, evident that he was about to knock again. “There you are!” He quickly withdrew his knuckles and gave you a quick concerned once-over.

You glanced around nervously to make sure he was alone before slumping against him. He pulled you into his embrace as his way to apologize for the events that took place. He knows it was his bad to leave his phone out there like that, especially given the fact that Childe knows his passcode. He stroked your back a few times soothingly, allowing you to inhale his scent hoping that it would provide you some comfort.

“C’mon, let’s not keep them waiting.” He spoke after a few moments before gently taking your hand to lead you along behind him through the hallways. You approached the meeting room again in quick strides, your anxiety climbing higher and higher the closer you two got.

Kaeya stopped in front of the meeting room door and turned to face you, sensing your anxiousness. His hands grabbed your shoulders gently. “There’s no need to be nervous. You’re not going to get in trouble or anything of the sort, I’m certain of it.” He leaned forward and let his lips rest against your ear, “I’m also certain that they all had a boner when I left them. I mean who wouldn’t after the show you put on.” A shiver ran up your spine at his words. You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to form some sort of response, but before you could he had turned around and pushed open the meeting room door.

“Where is she?” You heard Childe ask. You peaked over Kaeya’s shoulder into the room. The men had returned to the seats they had been in during the meeting.

“(Name).” Zhongli addressed you firmly when his gaze met yours. You squeaked and ducked behind Kaeya again. The man in front of you chuckled before taking a few steps into the room, motioning for you to follow. You swallowed thickly before taking a few tentative steps.

Kaeya closed the door behind you as you finally straightened your back and addressed the men in front of you. “Um…” you tried to keep eye contact with them to appear more collected than you actually were but quickly found your fleeting confidence fading. Instead, you settled for fixing you gaze on the ground in front of you. “I’m very sorry for what happened.”

“Did he force you into this?” Diluc’s question caught you off guard.

“N-no!” You stammered quickly. "He and I talked about it beforehand." You said assuredly, not wanting your actions to reflect worse on Kaeya than they already had. Your cheeks burned and your shoulders were tense. “I know it was very unprof-“

“(Name), come here.” The firm words from Diluc caught you off guard. You studied him for a second, trying to read his intentions. Kaeya finally took his own seat across the table from Diluc. You made your way past Thoma to where Diluc was sitting before you paused. Diluc patted his thigh to motion for you to sit there. It caught you way off guard. You noted how Kaeya was absolutely right, though you couldn’t see Childe or Zhongli, you could definitely see both Diluc and Thoma were noticeably hard. You went to straddle his thighs but he stopped you. “Other way.” You turned yourself around and settled against him with your back flush with his chest. It took everything in you not to grind against his boner that was even more noticeable now that it was pressed against you.

His lips met the shell of your ear. “Is this alright?” He asked, fingers hovering over you, waiting for your permission for him to touch you. You nodded, swallowing thickly and his hands came into contact with your skin. Diluc’s fingers worked to hike your skirt up. He let his fingertips ghost up and down your outer thigh a few times, pressing a kiss to your neck. He pushed his chair back from the table and spread your legs wide to make sure the other guys could see what he was doing to you. He stopped again briefly as his fingers came to rest on the edge of your panties, waiting for your go ahead before pushing them down your thigh. He paused to admire the string of slick that connected your sex to your underwear. You didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed before Thoma let out a groan beside you at the sight. Diluc continued working your panties down your legs until he slipped them off completely and tossed them on the table in front of you two. Next, his hands reached down and pulled the vibrator out of your cunt that Kaeya had stuffed in there with a quiet squelching noise. He held it up and examined the way it was coated completely in your arousal.

“I can turn it on, if you want.” Kaeya offered as he watched the scene in front of him intently. His signature cocky smirk had returned as he noticed how wet he had gotten you with his vibrator.

“Please do.” Diluc answered, turning his attention from the toy back to your cunt. “May I?” He whispered in your ear as the hand not holding the toy traced the skin below your bellybutton down to the area just above your clit and back up again.

“U-uh..” you hesitated, gauging the reactions from the men around you. Zhongli’s gaze was fixated on you. He was leaning forward on his elbows, his fingers locked together resting over his mouth. His irises looked like they were quite literally glowing as he drank in the sight of you. Otherwise, he looked completely calm. His breath was slow and steady and he was relatively still.

Childe had never looked more relaxed in his life. He was slouched against his chair, one ankle crossed over his knee and his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. His boner couldn’t be any more obvious as his eyes languidly trailed up your body, down your body, and back up again. He was truly basking in the sight in front of him.

When your gaze shifted to Kaeya he made sure to hold eye contact with you. He licked his lips seductively, eyes trailing down your body before snapping back up to your complete the eye contact again as he sent you a wink.

If there were any doubt left in your mind after looking at those three, that was all dispelled when your eyes drifted over to Thoma. He already had his cock free and was pumping himself slowly as his eyes stayed fixated on you. His cheeks were flush and his breath was fast, and the tip of his cock looked deliciously red as you watched his thumb swipe over it.

It had only taken you a few moments to be sure that none of the men in front of you were uncomfortable with what was happening before you gave Diluc the go ahead. A simple, but firm, 'yes' left your lips and in mere seconds the vibrator that he was holding roared to life, courtesy of Kaeya of course. He pressed it to your clit and immediately you mewled, back arching off his chest. You rocked your hips against the device and in turn also rocked yourself against Diluc’s boner that was growing harder by the second.

“D-Diluc,” you whined. “I want you inside of me.” You panted, focusing on grinding against him. He hummed at your request, pressing a few more open mouth kisses up your neck. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your mouth parted slightly.

“Let me prep you first.” He stated, shifting his arm and wrapping it under your thigh so he could insert two fingers into you. Your slick coated them easily, allowing him to add a third finger. He stretched you as much as he could slowly and gently, pumping his fingers in and out of you. After a few moments he pulled them away from your cunt before putting his fingers, now coated in your slick, up to your mouth. You took them in without hesitation, sucking and licking them. “Good.” Diluc praised. You locked eyes with Zhongli first, then you moved to Childe. Childes hand had also found it’s way inside his pants and was pumping himself lazily as he watched you.

You released Diluc’s now clean fingers from your mouth. “Unzip me.” He instructed, one hand working to unbutton your blouse the other one still had the vibrator pressed to your clit. You reached under you and unzipped his pants, hand trailing along his clothed dick eagerly. You pushed down his underwear and leaned forward to allow room for his cock to sprang free. You pushed back and let yourself rub against him eagerly.

He finally withdrew the vibrator from your clit so he could put both his hands on your hips to guide you onto him. He let out a low groan as he sank into you, your walls clenching around him. He bottomed out and allowed you to just sit there like that for a few moments to adjust to the girth he had. Slowly, he lifted your hips before sliding you back down again. You let out a wanton moan at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you. Diluc finally replaced the vibrator on your clit again, causing your thighs to tense around him. You placed your hands on his knees and took the lead lifting yourself up and down, slowly speeding up as the slightly painful stretch was replaced with immense pleasure. Beside you, Thoma moaned your name, matching his pace to yours as he worked himself to his own orgasm. Kaeya upped the speed of the vibrator again, enjoying watching you squirm around Diluc's cock.

Zhongli had even taken to pleasuring himself, his stoic expression fixated on watching as Diluc disappeared into your heat only to come back out again coated in your arousal. You were positively drenching Diluc's cock, leaving a wet spot on the chair underneath you two. Moans — hng, a-ah, mmh~ — left your lips as Diluc's other hand found your nipple, toying with it. Your legs started shaking as you got closer to your orgasm, but you tried to push through it to continue riding Diluc. He picked up on your fatigue quick though, and in return he lifted you up and bent you over the table in front of him, grabbing your hips from behind and pushing back into you. You moaned his name again, cheek squished against the hard tabletop, hands splayed beside your head.

"Diluc! I'm gon- I'm gonna c-" you desperately tried to choke out, feeling another strong orgasm coming on as the man slammed into you over and over. His tip curved perfectly into your sweet spot, making you arch your back. He groaned again at the feeling of your smooth walls throbbing around him.

"Let go, angel." You heard him murmur behind you. With one loud whine, your walls clamped around him as you creamed all over his cock. He let out a low 'fuck' as he was launched into his own orgasm, burying himself inside of you before filling you up with his seed. You glanced behind you to watch as Thoma coated his own hand with his cum, moaning your name loudly. Childe had also made a mess out of his shirt when he shot his semen in spurts all over it. Zhongli's hand was still working himself under his dress pants — and then you noticed Kaeya. Kaeya hadn't bothered to touch himself at all, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he stood up from his chair while you and Diluc caught your breaths.

"Is it my turn now?" Kaeya mused as he took slow deliberate strides toward you. This was going to be a long night.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc oneshot #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #childe x reader #childe smut #tohma x reader #thoma x reader #thoma smut #tohma smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #office au

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carnal-lnstinct · 3 years ago

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𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 "𝐼 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢".

Summary: A series of short one-shots inspired by this prompt, 1-35. I am not going to write all the prompts and I will not be writing them in order, but based off inspiration. To fuel my “horny on main” I may focus mainly on writing for Goku but there may be a few with other characters. Not all fics will be suitable for all ages. Minors should not interact with prompts rated mature/18+.

Completed Prompts: 2 / 4 / 7 / 16 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 27 / 34

27. A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

Pairing: Goku (SS4) x Female Reader Rating: M/18+ Warning: ( Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Language ) A/N: This goes out to @blue-wristbands for being such a support and fuel to my love of SS4 Goku! ♥

Training with Vegeta had just wrapped up. The two legendary saiyans of Earth devised a plan regarding their newly obtained transformations as a means to master complete focus and control over it. A day in the hyperbolic time chamber gave them a year to train to their delight. For once they could get become stronger without a threat to the livelihood of their home and loved ones. It was like they were the young rival saiyans again, but with the discipline of their wisdom and prolonged life of battle to push them to master the next level in their evolution as saiyan warriors. And it warmed their kinship which had also matured to a degree over time.. But a year was over, both saiyans leaving the room of space and time in their trained super saiyan 4 transformations.

It was in their best interest to maintain the form the way Goku and Gohan had done with their Super Saiyan forms prior to the battle with Perfect Cell. They had to allow their bodies to settle with such grand power without draining their energy or leaving such a heavy drawback once they release it. Then they would have a great battle as rivals again to finally test their maximized potential against one another. They departed The Lookout, returning to their respective homes for now for a decent meal and to catch up what a day’s time had been without them.

Goku doesn’t think he has ever encountered such a fear for his life with his guard down when he came home. But the way you suddenly let out a frightful battle cry and came at him with a frying pan and floor lamp shook the saiyan deep in his core with terror, acting fast with just enough flight or fight instinct in him to duck and dodge in time. It made sense to just grab your wrists, but he never liked to impose his power over you and the utter fear in your eyes while you’re shrieking “Beast! Burglar! Thief!” at him helped him draw the conclusion your attacks were defensive, a means to protect yourself. From him. The large beast-man who suddenly appeared in your home with Instant Transmission.

“My husband’s a world martial arts champion and he’s gonna kick your ass when h-“

“(Y/N)! It’s me! It’s Goku! I-I’m your husband!” His gravelly voice cried out to you, hands up defensively when he was backed into a corner by you, tail standing on end. “Look, It’s me!” He tried to emphasize, pulling on his own face to stretch his cheeks. You were halted mid-swing, both hands now on the lamp, and arched your brow at him. Between the long mane and bright yellow eyes, the features of your husband did start to show.

“..Goku?” You take a step back and set the lamp down upon further inspection of the burly red form nodding frantically. “What did you do to yourself?! You’re-” Your voice got caught on your tongue when he raised back up to stand at his tallest, much higher than the 5′9″ you’re used to seeing. A quick glance or two at the broad chest resting at your eye level and back up to the relieved yellow stare. “..Huge! And red!”

“This is Super Saiyan 4.” He admitted proudly, though some of his natural modesty shined through when he smiled his big smile and scratched at the back of his head, thinking how strange he must look to you seeing this for the first time. “I know, it’s a bit much from my other Super Saiyan forms.”

“No kidding, look at you.” You step closer with your hands out to catch his face behind the long hair framing it, like an instinctive response he leaned into your hold as you observed his features, lightly hunched forward. It was hard not to be drawn into those eyes accented with red markings. Your hand lifted his bangs from his forehead and found how fairly rougher his hair had become. That may be from training over a year, lord knows he's not keeping up with a brush. It was still very much following his natural pattern, just outgrown. Then the other subtle changes in his face compared to his base form, a more chisel jawline and profound nose accentuating his already handsome features. “..Look at you.” You say again with a lip-biting smile.

“You don’t like it?” He asks slowly, bemused, inspecting his own hair curiously to what may put you off about his Super Saiyan 4 form and misreading your suggestive grin entirely. Being away from you for a year’s time did nothing for him predicting your girlish wiles. “It’s not permanent, but it would be bad for me if I turned it off right now.”

“-Don’t!... I mean... Now that I got a better look at you, it’s not as bad as I thought.” Your eyes lower, the corner of your gaze catching the light flick of his long tail peeking from behind him. “I could get used to this.” You mused in your inspection. Your focus was on the skin protruding right in front of you. This chest, tentatively touched by your fingers across the heated flesh to the warm red fur covering his ribs, then back to flesh tickling the bumps of his abs to their end at the seam of his pants. He didn’t flinch at your wandering hands at all like the way you’re used to him reacting to such intimate touch. He was one to fidget in his bashful arousal at being your fixed interest of affection and temptation. It tempted you to flick his nipples just to get a reaction.

Goku’s nostrils flare lightly with a sniff, and then he presses his nose into your hair taking a deeper inhale of your scent, finding everything you did and places you were since he last saw you. Even small traces of his own scent still lingered. Like a subtle declaration that he was yours and you were his, but it had become masked behind your perfumes and soap. His senses are all the more sensitive in this elevated state, feeding the tamed inner beast that allowed him to maintain this form. Perhaps it is not as tamed as he thought. “I’m glad to hear that.” He responds with a lowered voice, grinning and settling his head upon yours. Something whispered to him to fix that scent on you, the thought making his tail sway deeply. He himself couldn’t have smelled the best straight out of the Time Chamber, but an innate urge crept into his calm temperament encouraging him to consume you in his musk. The thought made him grin more. Goku leans into your exploring hands like a pacified lap animal. For him, it was certainly a year too long since your hands enticed his body. “Because I did miss you and your cooking, (y/n).”

“You just had it yester-” Ah right, the Time Chamber, you remember. “..Then I should get started on dinner.” You lift your head lightly to get his attention, yellow eyes looming to meet your gaze from behind his bangs. They’re drawing you in again and you feel a heat wash over your skin. It penetrates your body the longer they watched you. “You should clean up and rest before it’s done. Okay?”

“Okay..” He simply responds, his deep voice carried to your ears.

You don’t move right away. And neither does he, locked in some form of staring contest with just the subtle flick bouncing between each other’s gaze. You can feel your heartbeat start to quicken being watched by him like this, and yet under your hands (once again on his chest), you can feel his is still even. Relaxed. But you feel a subtle vibration behind his chest as well, something just as low and humming within. You’re suddenly feeling overheated from being so close to him, followed with a sense of complaisance.

“..So, I should... go to the kitchen. To start dinner, too.” You spoke softer, almost entranced.

“M’hm.” You see his grin take on a less modest appearance, charming in an unfamiliar, yet alluring manner.

“..Okay.” You lightly nod and drop your gaze from his, gathering up your will with a deep breath. A futile effort to break away from what already has you. You felt as if you had to balance yourself taking a step back from him and you see Goku taking one step forward. You do it again and he’s moved in closer, his large hands finding the small of your back. Like a secret waltz between lovers, your body naturally answered a call and you move your hands to hold onto his arms, letting your eyes drift close with a soft gasp from your lips when he leans his forehead to yours. You could barely wrap your mind around how overwhelmingly enticed you were from practically nothing. Whatever the sensation was, it wrapped you up and pulled you into him. A mirror’s reflection on you reveals a soft, deep red aura winding around both of you, emanating from Goku. With what little grasp you had on your control, you spoke up again. “G-Goten is also out on another o-one of his dates, but he should be home for dinner soon.”

Goku’s hands stop you from moving, a wall just a foot behind you. He lifts one hand to cup your head, tilting your lips up. “That’s great.” He whispers before capturing your mouth for a deep kiss and the vibration in his chest grows. The heat of his kiss intoxicated you when he pulled you closer, bringing you to clench your thighs together at an emerging stir between them. You sink into his hold and caress a hand across his cheek, your other hand smoothing and raking up and down the fur of his large arm. Mesmerized even by the texture of his red coat. You feel him let out a gruff sound and his fingers dug a little rougher in your hair. Goku deepens the kiss before breaking away with a husky breath and closes his hand around yours on his face. His nostrils subtly flare again.

“Did you miss me too, (y/n)...” He moves your hand under his nose, dragging your four fingers underneath his slow, deep inhale and raising a brow in intrigue. “When you touched yourself this morning, did you think of me?” He smirked and you felt your heart jump in your chest to even be asked that by him. Your lips parted to ask how he would even know you did that, but it would feel silly when you’re looking at a transformed version of your own non-human husband. He could be keen to a lot of things in this trained body of his. You only further lose your voice when he dragged your fingers to his lips and licked two in particular, the very two responsible for your self-pleasure. Goku sucks your fingers into his mouth, yellow eyes giving you a ravening stare as he tried to taste the flavor of you long washed away from your hands. A soft, tremulous moan fell from your lips and you felt your core twitch in response to this new frisky behavior of your husband. Whatever this transformation did to him, it was a side of Goku you have never seen before and it was driving you wild.

“A-Always.” Your voice croaked when you answered, then you swallowed and lifted your eyes back to meet his more boldly. “Always.”

You feel your wet fingers slide out of his mouth, his brow furrowing. “(y/n)...” Goku seemed to mewl your name, pleaded for you in his familiar way. You must have ruined what restraint he had to savor playing with you, once he spoke your name you felt your body bounce against the wall as he pressed into you, claiming your mouth again and holding your arms above your head in some dominant display. Your moan is muffled by his lips, your fingers curling into your palm when you felt him grind his bulge against the seam of your pants and catch your clit in brief contact. You felt like your panties were suddenly soaking. “That’s so naughty.” Goku growls in his chest, leaving one of his larger hands to hold your arms up and the other practically tearing his sash from around his waist. It was cute to notice him wiggle his tail free first before he lower his loosened pants just enough to free his fully hard cock. He’s dirty all over from training but that made it all the more hot to have him so suddenly excited for you. When he effortlessly hikes you up higher you can feel him working his hand at your pants. He purposely pops the button with an abrupt tug, finger forcing the metal zipper down and breaking that as well. You’re quickly stripped of shoes, pants and panties.

You feel two large fingers rub at your clit and you keen at the touch, tilting your head back where Goku attacked your neck with his hungry mouth. An electric jolt of pleasure shoots through your body feeling him drive his cock against your thigh as well. His fingers gloss over your entrance and take up some of the slick. He lifts his fingers from between your legs to taste them, a low hum in his voice with delight for the sweet flavor he sought. The nips at your neck return and you feel his cock fumble against your clit before the head sinks into your hole, full cock moving to spread your warmth open. The whine you let out mixed with a sharp swear, clenching your fingers into your palms again as you tried to widen your legs. That was definitely no longer the girth of your husband, you weren’t kidding yourself when you called him huge. There was only little resistance in his attempt to fully fit himself between your legs, sharper teeth pinching your neck as he growled rolling his hips slowly to work at filling you without hurting you. That overwhelming heating sensation flowed through you again, numbing any pain from his bites and discomfort of his cock inside you.

Goku finally releases your arms and lifts both your legs under his forearms, further spreading you open for him and gaining the full stroke he was aiming for. It definitely made your insides flex in delight in adjusting to his new size, further enticed by the way he growled in response. He was already a lot to adjust to before, but now he completely filled you more than you felt you could take. That overheated sensation made you very open to try as it fed on your arousal, if not making you wetter for him. Your mind felt empty of anything that wasn’t his cock pressed into your slick, suckling walls.

Your hands once again gather a handful of red fur and muscles along his back and shoulders as your weight dipped into his hips when he lifted you from the wall to hold you against him. He settled against something deep within that made you drop your head into his shoulder and curl up around him, crying out in shameless pleasure when Goku bounced you up and down with the thrust of his hips alone. It felt like you were already on the edge of coming around him and nothing you could do to stave it off longer in this helpless position. You gather a handful of dark hair and pull his face from your neck, closing your mouth around his in a rough kiss. There’s a small hint of a metallic taste seeping between your lips. His sharp fangs at your neck had broken some skin. It finds your taste buds more when his tongue presses into your mouth and you recognize it as the taste of blood that only made you more enthralled by him.

The faint scent of your blood released from your body and taste on his own lips made his thrusts stronger, strokes longer when he readjusted you to hold your thighs in his hands and draw your hips to meet his vigorous movements. The husky manner of which he breathed from being wrapped around by your warm insides made him sound more beastly, his voice also growing louder the closer his orgasm built. Goku felt consumed by his elevated arousal manifesting a compulsion to keep you full of it as well. The energy was bleeding out of his body and into yours making your skin hot and mind a cloud of lust for him. You, who captured his heart and satisfied this urge many times before but never had it hit him so powerfully. A shame on anyone who would find this primal act, for neither of you could stop for anything. Not until you were filled. Overflowing, as he was. You’re already all wrapped up in each other like a mating pair, feeling the coil of his tail wrapped around your ankle.

It seems there would be more for his Super Saiyan 4 form to adjust to after leaving the Time Chamber, how sensitive he was to you and how easily you faltered to his energy would become a bigger problem for your household before it was safe to release the form. However, how well you tolerated his primal energy infecting your body just made it harder to ignore his desire to come inside you over and over. You’re begging him to with your shaky voice not wanting to leave his lips. You suddenly came around him, legs squeezing and twitching around his waist as he worked you through it to drive his own hitting shortly after.

Goku’s tail clung like a vice and his hands held your shaky hips in place as he filled you with his heavy seed. He ungracefully lowered himself to the floor, legs semi-crossed as he held you in his lap and moans entwined with yours through your wet kiss. “More.” You urged, adrenaline taking over and you plant your feet on the floor beside him and wiggle your hips in his strong hold. At first, Goku resisted letting you go so soon against his sensitive cock but arousal had quickly set back in for him as well and the stimulation of your nestling, greedy inner walls noisily rocking along his hard length on your own loosened his hold. Just enough that you could freely grind yourself into his body.

You press your hands into his chest with your full strength to get him on his back and rolled your hips across his lap, relishing the pleasure of being filled over and over by him, his hot seed spilling out of you as your ravenous cunt the rougher your movements became. He leans his head back into the floor with a deep mewl, jerking his hips into yours and wrapping his tail around your body. An alarming sensation strikes through his high but he does nothing to stop you, Goku tilting his head down toward you.

“G-Goten’s coming.” He warned, sensing the approach of his youngest son’s energy.

“Can’t stop.” You breathlessly moan, now bouncing your body in his lap and pulling at the remainder of your clothing. “M-My body’s hot. I need you, Goku!”

Goku could sense that Goten wasn't too close to home yet. By the speed of his approach, he was not flying by ki but perhaps traveling by vehicle. That may give you the time you both needed to work this energy out of your little reunion. Or at least he hoped. Just enough to get you through the rest of the evening with your son unscarred. Then your his again, freely, deliciously.

He’ll have imbued you with the scent of him before the sun rises on your beautiful, sweat sheened body.

#My writing #goku x reader #son goku x reader #goku imagine #goku #dbz imagine #dbz fics #Dragon Ball Z #dragon ball gt #dbz #dbgt #lemon #nsft #*TWYSILY

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)

(GIF credit to @aryaofoldstones)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I saw your looking for Bridgerton requests, I would love some Benedict x Eloise sibling fluff! They have such a good dynamic in the show and I need more’

(I wouldn’t mind making another part of this if people want it tbh)

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing.

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red.

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement.

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this.

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Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her.

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?”

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed.

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “Lovers”

Aww, thank you 💕💕 All of you are so lovely ;-; Coming out from the bushes and attacking me.

Have you guy’s seen the Childe trailer? It’s in Chinese but holy shit I want him?? Who is Xiao anymore? WHAT ARE LOYALTIES??? I’m gonna ATTEMPT to roll for Childe. I love snake two faced characters so much.

I’ve never written for Childe before and there’s not a lot to go off on but I will try my best. Honestly, he’s like Dazai 2.0 for me lol.

I’m not sure what scenario you wanted but since I’m hard simping for this man, I made this a lot a bit self indulgent. I actually had a completely different idea so that’s where the enemies to lovers title comes from before I scrapped it. Now if you’ll excuse me, here’s your 2k words of food.

Update: Guess what? You’re getting a part 2. Don’t know when but now I have a taglist if you want to be added and tagged when it comes out

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Childe/Tartaglia: “Enemies” to “[Lovers]”

Childe silently hops over the wall and onto the roof in the dead of night. The moon was shining high, casting dark shadows that he slips in between them as he eyes his destination. An open window leading to an important personnel. Usually, he would send an agent to observe, but once he learned who this secret person was, he decided to take it into his own hands. To stretch his muscles a bit. His hand quickly caught the edge of the window sill as he raises himself and drops into the spacious room. He whistles lowly as he looks around. This was a big room but it wasn’t that much of a surprise, considering who was staying here.

“Thank you, have a good night.”

His head perks up as he hears a voice and steps into the shadows of the room. He can faintly make out an outline of a body behind the sliding doors and stands back, out of sight. He watches as the doors slowly open and the person he’s been looking for steps in. One of the leaders of the Qixing. As soon as the door’s close behind you, your shoulder’s finally relaxed before turning around to walk to the other end of the room where a large mirror was placed. You loosen the pin holding your clothes up, finally ready to get rid of these heavy clothes. He quickly averts his eyes but your voice once again breaks the silence.

“Do you make it a habit of watching others without their knowledge or are you going to say something?” you ask as you turn around as your eyes roam around what appeared to be an empty room. He weighs his options before shrugging and stepping out into the moonlight with his arms raised in mock surrender.

“I swear I would look away. I’m a bad guy but I’m not one of those types. I promise!” He laughs casually despite the circumstance, “I’m surprised you noticed me. But I suppose one of the Qixing would be capable of such an act.”

“Oh no, you were perfect. You just came at a bad time. But who are you? You don’t act like an agent” you eyed him carefully as you fiddled with your pin.

“I’m Childe, one of the Fatui’s Eleven Harbingers,” he replies giving a mock bow in your direction. He watches your reaction to see if you’ll panic and call for the Millelith. Instead, you simply nod along and you’ve stopped fiddling with the pin on your clothing.

“Ah, I’ve met a few of you Harbingers. You don’t look like one” you remarked as you turn around once again to finally undo the pin. Childe quickly turns his gaze away as you settle the heavy clothes on the table to fold. You pull your inner clothes closer to yourself to keep warm in the chilly room.

“I’m a bit too young to see their way of thinking. So I don’t fit in well with them,” he shrugs unbothered. He’s never liked the other Harbingers anyways, “I wasn’t aware that the Qixing had other leaders present.”

“Well, the Qixing prefer to keep things somewhat discreet-”

“Yaoguang? Is everything alright? We heard voices,” one of the Millelith cuts you off as both Childe and your eyes dart to the paper screen door. Childe steps silently towards the window sill, ready to escape if needed. He would have to do a lot of unnecessary explaining if he were caught and the Qixing were already suspicious of the Fatui.

“Yes, I’m alright. I haven’t heard anything at all. Are you sure you are alright? Maybe you should rest,” you quickly walk to the door and slide it open just enough for the Millelith to see your face. The Millelith shakes his head and quietly apologizes for disturbing you before leaving.

“That looks like my cue to go, it’s getting pretty late anyway,” Childe smiles as he ducks under the window sill and gives a small wave back to you.

“Have a good night Childe.”

“You too, Yaoguang.”

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“Don’t you think the Qixing are a bit too secretive?”

You turn around to see Childe sitting on the window sill as he ponders the thought. His right leg is resting on his left knee as his arm hold’s his chin as he stares at the wall in front of him. You give him a quick once over before going back to what you were doing, polishing your pin.

“Are you sure one of the Fatui should be saying that? Your organization plays with deceit and trickery” you laugh quietly to yourself as you place your pin in a old wooden box. It looked out of place in the room with the crude drawings and chipped paint, but Childe thought it suited you.

“Hey, I don’t agree with those methods at least! I’m here in front of you, aren’t I? But what about you? Aren’t you keeping me a secret from the Qixing?” he grins mischievously as he directs his attention onto you. Your back to still to him but he can watch your face in the reflection of the mirror. He’s not sure if he should commend you on your relaxed expression or the fact that he could easily kill you with your back turned.

“Mm, perhaps. But I enjoy this. You may not believe me but I think of you as a friend Childe. A personal secret of mine.” you say amused as you look up into the reflection of the mirror and manage to catch his surprised expression before it disappears.

“A friend? We’ve barely known each other,” he looked at you incredulously but with a wry smile, “I might seem nice but I’m still a bad guy.”

“A lot of people in Liyue don’t appear as they seem. But I don’t consider all of them as bad people. Don’t you think so Childe?”

He doesn’t say anything. You never mention it again.

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“I have a younger sister who is an astrologist,” you say as you’re lying back on the bed while he sits on the window sill, “she’s the one that gave me this pin except her pin is red with the star and moon.”

You held the pin up for him to take and look for himself. He slips off the window sill and walks to your lying figure to take hold of it. It was a blue pin with a star in the center and the sun’s rays lining the edges of the rim. It was a bit worn but it was in incredibly good condition. He’s seen how you look at the pin so he’s not surprised.

“Astrology huh? Aren’t you Qixing named after the Big Dipper’s stars?” he asks as he hands the pin back to you and watches your eyes take a childlike gleam. He huffs a bit amused under his breath, you always seem to get like this whenever he let’s you ramble about stars.

“Yes, Yaoguang is translated from the Alkaid star. Alkaid derives from the Arabic phrase meaning "The leader of the daughters of the bier". The daughters of the bier are the three stars of the handle of the Big Dipper, Alkaid, Mizar, and Alioth. While the four stars of the bowl, Megrez, Phecda, Merak, and Dubhe, are the bie,” you ramble on making different gesture as you continue your mini lecture, “Tianquan and Yuheng are the stars Megrez and Alioth. They are here in Liyue too but Tianquan will be the one that preforms the Rite of Descension. It feels as if I’m attending my sister’s talent show even if Tianquan is older than me.”

“Hm, I’ve never looked into studying the stars. I’m more of a fighter,” Childe comments as he hears you laugh that you’re not surprised. He looks towards the moon and see’s it’s his time to leave. You give him a small wave as he starts back to the window sill before giving a small comment over his shoulder.

“You know I also have a younger sister.”

“Is she aware of what you do Childe?”

“No, of course not. Does your sister know what you do?”

“No, she doesn’t know either.”

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“Can I see your mask?”

He unstraps it from his head and hands it to you as he watches you run your finger around the intricate details before moving it over your face. You’re both seated on the bed this time beside each other.

“I don’t understand how you can fight wearing this,” you say as you squint your eyes through the opening of the mask. He chuckles softly at the weird expression before plucking his mask out of your hands.

“Hm? I thought the Qixing were capable fighters?” he asks as he reattaches the mask to the side of his head. He rest’s his chin back onto his hand and settles back into his comfortable position.

“Yes, Tianquan uses the geo element while Yuheng uses electro,” you list off on one hand.

“What do you use?” he asks.

“Who knows” you answer.

He pouts a bit which you have to stifle your laugh at. It’s somewhat amazing how far he’s gone with this. He’s pretty busy managing business behind the scenes and getting on friendly terms with that funeral parlor man, Zhongli was it? Yet, he finds himself back here whenever he get’s a free night.

“I’m sorry for laughing but I never thought you could make such an expression. But I’m being honest. I can’t use a vision so I don’t know,” you shrug as you lie back down and close your eyes. Childe nods along even though you can’t see him. He had always thought the pin you carried was your vision until you let him hold it for himself.

“If you joined the Fatui. We could give you a vision,” he says as his gaze almost pierces through you but you continue to look unbothered. Your eye’s still remained peacefully closed.

“It’s the night before the Rite of Descension. It will be a busy day so you should get some rest before then Childe”

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It was the day of the Rite of Descension and he had yet to see you. He knew you would be observing but wouldn’t you at least be at a vantage point where you could view the entire ritual?

“Excuse me, have you seen the Yaoguang?” he asks one of the Qixing attendants but she only looks at him confused. He’s not that surprised about that either.

“Yaoguang? I’m sorry but that leader isn’t here in Liyue right now. Did you mean to ask for Tianquan Lady Ningguang perhaps?” she attempts to correct as she gestures to the middle of the stage, where the white haired woman was standing.

“Yaoguang isn’t here? They haven’t appeared at all these past few weeks for the Rite of Descension to observe?” he asks again but the lady shook her head as he chuckled. So not even people closest to the Qixing knew that one of their leaders was being impersonated.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, I meant for Tianquan Ningguang. Sorry, these star names are a bit hard to wrap my head around” he laughs it off before walking away before the lady has time to respond.

“She is busy preparing for the Rite of Descension so she won’t be seeing anyone anytime soon. Perhaps after the ceremony if it’s urgent?” she still calls out to him before going back to her responsibilities.

Tartaglia nods as he waves goodbye before continuing on. He never cared for the Rite of Descension but maybe today will be interesting. He spots two familiar faces in the crowd trying to get to the front to see the Rite of Descension. They seem to be friends. He laughs to himself as he reminisces all your past interactions with him. He’ll find out sooner or later who this mysterious Yaoguang impersonator is. After all, the walls have ears.

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Part 2 perhaps? Depends on the feedback I get on this. I read about the big dipper for this fic.

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scuttling · 3 years ago

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Heatwave

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 2,854 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Temperature play, Oral sex, Dom/sub, Unprotected sex, Hand jobs, Sex toys, Thirsty Hotch Summary: The East Coast is currently experiencing a heatwave, and so is Aaron Hotchner.

The East Coast is currently experiencing a heatwave, and so is Aaron Hotchner.

Temperatures are in the nineties in the daytime, seventies at night, and Sophie has taken to wearing the shortest shorts and skirts anywhere she can get away with it—tight spandex shorts at the park, black denim skirt at the bar, pretty embroidered shorts when they go out on a date, high-waisted pajama shorts around the house… Even the cocktail dress she wears when he takes her out to dinner is absolutely minuscule. (He absently wonders if he could get away with fingering her under the table cloth, but he doesn’t want to end up on the nightly news, so he doesn’t test the theory.)

Her hair has been almost exclusively up, too—he knows she’s self-conscious when the humidity makes it frizzy, but he loves it because that’s part of her—and he gets to nip and nibble at her throat more often than usual throughout the day, lick it and bite it in bed… the point is, he’s hot and horny all the time, and according to channel 4, there’s no end in sight.

That night, they eat cold leftover Chinese for dinner because they don’t want to cook anything, heat anything, or touch anything hot, and then they strip down and lay on top of their bed with the fan blowing on them, because even with AC, the bedroom is a nightmare.

That, of course, inevitably leads to sex, because he’s been insatiable, eyes always on her bare, toned legs, which lead up to her perfect ass, which is almost always threatening to peek out of whatever pair of shorts she’s wearing—honestly, he should be commended for even continuing to go to work everyday and not just keeping her home so he can have his way with her 24/7. He’s fairly certain that anyone who’s seen her would understand if he did.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs as she moves on top of him, rubbing her pussy over the length of his dick, her fingertips pressing back against his thighs. She’s very wet, sliding over him easily, and he aches with the urge to lift her up, slip inside, and let her fuck him until she can’t support herself for a second longer, until her thighs quake with effort.

She wants slow, though, this evening, and he’s gotten his way a lot lately, so he just rubs her knees and studies the way her mouth falls open when she grinds against the head.

“Feels so good,” she breathes, rolling her hips, flexing her fingers. One long, curly strand of hair has broken free of her messy bun, and he reaches up to tuck it behind her ear, then runs his palms over her damp throat, her breasts, her stomach, earning a groan. “Feels good but you’re like, 200 degrees,” she says, closing her eyes with a soft laugh.

“Aw, baby’s too hot,” he pouts, teasing her, and she opens her eyes, tilts her head playfully.

“At least the heat is only affecting my body; I’m pretty sure it’s melting your brain.”

He’s pretty sure she’s right, but there are at least one or two good ideas still rattling around in there; he moves his hands to her back, rolls them over, presses her arms down against the bed.

“Be right back. Don’t move.”

When he returns with two glasses—one with ice water, one with ice cubes—she’s lying just where he left her, and her tongue sweeps over her lips at the sight of him.

(Maybe her brain is a little bit melted, after all.)

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” she asks, a little breathless, and he takes a sip of water, grins, leans down for a kiss that makes her shiver. “Mmm. My brilliant man.”

“Even when the rest of my brain is useless, you can rest assured I’ll figure out a way to get you off happily,” he murmurs in her ear, and she grins for him, so sexy.

Since she wants slow, he starts by trailing an ice cube from the inside of her wrist to the inside of her elbow, then up to her shoulder. Her breath hitches, and she looks up at him like she wants to skip the foreplay and be pinned down by him—which he would happily oblige, any other time, but he really wants to watch her squirm.

He slides his ice over her collarbone, then up the long line of her throat; his mouth follows that trail, and she moans, turns her face toward his for a kiss. He repeats it all on her other side—throat, shoulder, arm, wrist—and then pops what’s left into his mouth and leans in for a kiss.

“Think I’m gonna come just from that,” she pants against his lips, and he smirks a little, pleased with himself.

“You can, if you want to, but I’d pace yourself.” She tips her head back, groans, and he nips at her chin.

The next piece of ice is just for teasing: he draws a line down between her breasts, her stomach, but doesn’t slip it over her nipples like he knows she’s aching for. He drags it over her left hip bone, down her thigh, all the way to her foot, and then finishes the circuit along the right side of her body. There’s just a little left, and he sits her up, presses it to her lips, pushes it inside her mouth, and kisses her until it’s gone.

When he pulls back to look into her eyes, it’s clear she’s become completely submissive, without him even trying. His cock is so fucking hard.

He nestles a cube into her bellybutton—her stomach muscles are trembling—and they both just wait, breathing, until the heat of her skin melts it; it drips down her pussy, one long line of icy cold sensation that’s enough to make her shudder and come, clutching at his arm. “Oh, god,” she gasps softly, looking up at him, and he gently presses his lips to hers.

“I’m just getting started, baby girl. I warned you to pace yourself.” He grabs a pillow, lays it behind her back, and guides her against it so she can be a little more comfortable; when she’s settled in, he takes another ice cube, slowly traces it around her breast, drawing a spiral that gets tighter until he’s sliding it over the ridge of her nipple. She moans, loud.

He does the same to the other breast, but rubs the ice roughly back and forth over her straining bud; her knees come up, and her hips move like she’s looking for friction down there, but he’s not ready to give it just yet. He dips down, sucks the nipple into his mouth, and her whole body tenses, and she comes again, body bowing off the bed, gripping his hair tightly in her fist. He could almost get off just looking at her: her open mouth, heaving chest, flushed face, bitten lip. She squeezes her eyes shut, shivers, and he holds her body tightly in his hands.

“Gorgeous girl, that was incredible. So sensitive for me, and you like the cold.” She nods, and he softly kisses at her neck, the sweat at her hairline. “I want one more thing, okay? Can I do one more thing?”

“You... can do anything.” Oh, yeah, that’s one of his absolute favorite phrases. He takes a minute, exhales against her throat, and she shivers again.

He lays her back down, grabs one last piece of ice, and crawls between her legs, drags it over her pubic mound, her clit, slowly between her lips; his other hand gently squeezes her ass, and she swallows, runs a hand over her chest like she’s soothing herself.

“Does that feel good?” She nods, looks a little overwhelmed, but okay, and he rubs the ice over her lips, then glides his tongue along them. Her stomach and pussy are quivering, and he groans, a little overwhelmed himself. He presses the ice to her clit again, slides it down to her soft, slick opening, and rubs it up and down between the two until it melts to nothing. He follows that with his tongue, inserts one finger about halfway inside her, and she grinds against him and comes, quiet and gentle. He sighs, leans up, and roughly jerks his cock, spilling hot onto her pussy and making them both groan.

He snuggles in beside her, pulls her close, and they kiss steamy and sweet, her hands in his hair. A couple days later, he’s sitting on the couch, in his boxers, reading a book, and she comes up behind him, takes it out of his hands, and leans in to nibble his earlobe. It makes for an instant hard-on, and he licks his lips, wonders what she’s got up her sleeve; it’s clear she’s trying to initiate something, but she hasn’t dropped any hints throughout the day, so he’s left curious.

“Are you still hot?” she asks, her voice wrapping around him like a sultry caress, and he thinks dumbly, um, yes, want to feel it? Then he realizes she means temperature-wise, and since it’s their eighth straight day of record highs, he nods his head. “Hmm. Good. Can I try something?” He nods in response to that, too.

She leaves, heads to the kitchen, opens up the fridge or freezer; when she pads back into the room, sinks down beside him on the couch, she’s got a soft ice pack in her hand. She gestures to his boxers.

“Can you take those off for me?” She bites her bottom lip, knows he likes when she looks innocent and slutty at the same time and that that’s a great way to achieve it. He ducks his head to kiss her there, and then does as she asked, pulls them off, sits back with an extremely hard cock at attention for her. Her eyes flick over his body, back up to his face, and she puts her hand on him, pumps her fist a handful of times, making him groan. Then she switches hands, rubs the head with the cold one, and he moans a lot louder than he normally does, his hips twitching up for more.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, and she continues to tug for few seconds before switching back to the warm hand.

“Does that feel good?” He brings her close for a rough, wet kiss that answers her question and then some, and she smiles against his mouth. “I saw this online, thought it was worth trying out. I know you liked teasing me the other day,” she accuses, switching hands without warning and making him grunt in surprise, “so I wanted to reciprocate.”

He leans his head back against the couch, because it does feel really good; the transition from very cold hand to less cold hand to very warm hand—especially now, as she tucks her warm hand under her thigh for extra warmth—is pleasurable, and not knowing when she’s going to switch keeps him on edge, his muscles tense. She scoots closer to him, kisses the bare skin of his arm, since that's really all she can reach, wraps her cold hand around him, and looks down at his lap like she finds his dick fascinating.

He doesn’t know why that’s so arousing—maybe because of his melted heatwave brain, or just because it’s her—but he groans, ready to come; she quickly looks up at his face, then takes her hand off of him and replaces it with her hot mouth, sucking tight until he spills.

Running a hand through his hair, he exhales long, and she touches his body, kisses it; the difference in the temperatures makes him shiver. “You should put that in me while it’s still hard,” she murmurs, pushing down her shorts and panties, and he pulls her into his lap, happy to oblige. “Mmh. I’ll be quick, promise.”

She kisses him, wraps her fingers in his hair, and rides him hard, rubbing her breast through her tank top with the other hand. “God, you’re sexy,” he breathes, and he quickly realizes he should be helping her get off and not just staring at her like a creep; he squeezes her ass, drops a couple of fingers to lazily rub her clit, and she tosses her head back, grinds down on him. “Fuck. Come on my cock, baby girl. It’s all yours.” She rotates her hips faster, leans in for a kiss, and she does come, moaning against his throat and tugging on his hair.

He lays her back on the couch, pulls out, because now that she’s gotten what she needed he’s sensitive, soft; they cuddle very briefly, but then they’re both too hot, so they force themselves up and take a cold shower instead. Saturday night, they each mention a couple things they could go do to get out of the house, but it’s still so fucking stifling that he doesn’t even want to. What’s the point in putting on clothes, suffering, sweating with the rest of the damn city, when they could not do that, and suffer in the comfort of their own home? At least they could be naked, and it’s always good when she’s naked.

(Apparently, the heatwave has made him thirsty. He thinks that sounds too stupid to say out loud, but it’s also probably true.)

Ultimately, they don’t go anywhere, just lounge around the house—Sophie reads, he watches the news halfheartedly, rubs her feet in his lap—until she eventually sighs, drops her book onto the table.

“Do you want to have sex?”

“Yep.”

They’re halfway to the bedroom, her in his arms, when he stops, pivots, and heads for the kitchen. He’d actually planned on something for later, but he forgot all about it when she asked him about the sex. Stupid, melted brain.

“Wrong way, big guy,” she says, laughing, but when he deposits her on the kitchen island and opens the fridge, pulls out the slim glass dildo he’d tucked away for the sake of surprise, she looks serious and turned on instead. “That’s for me, huh?” she says, sounding kind of melted herself, and he kisses her lips, her neck, her breasts, and lays her back on the counter.

“Technically, yes, but it’s also for me, when I get to do this.” He spreads her open with a thumb, presses it inside—it’s chilled, cold to his touch, but it’s got to be an extreme sensation for her when he slides it deep, because she starts moving her hips right away, like she’s desperate for it, even though she’d only suggested sex in the first place because she was bored.

“Oh, Aaron, fuck.” She releases a moan that’s almost a squeak, and her hands scrabble about the counter, knocking a notepad onto the floor, a couple of reusable grocery bags. He moves it inside of her at an easy, steady pace, watches, a little dazed, as she fucks herself on it as well, forcing it deeper than he would have himself. He’s going to have to remember about this one even after the heatwave has passed. “Yeah, oh, yeah.”

It’s not long before she’s coming around it, slamming her hips, squeezing her breast so hard it has to hurt—if the sounds she’s making are any indication, it hurts very good. He pulls it out of her and replaces it with his cock, and she calls his name, so sexy it makes his toes curl. He leans down for a kiss, and she leans up, her hands on his neck so she can keep him close. Both of his palms are flat against the countertop for leverage, and he kisses her, pounds her, and they come within seconds of each other, hips still frantically crashing together until they’re both satisfied, until he’s panting against her lips. She flops back against the counter, and he rests his head on her stomach; her nails feel so good as they scrape over his scalp.

“The weather’s supposed to break soon,” he says a couple of minutes later. The kitchen is the coolest room in the house, and the marble counter doesn’t feel half bad, so they’re making up for lost cuddles, holding each other closely. “Heard it on the news.”

"Aww. That kind of sucks.” He looks up at her like she’s crazy, because she’s been complaining about the heat as much as he has, but she only shrugs. “I’ve liked you being this thirsty for me. It’s hot. Soon, your brain won’t be soupy anymore, and I’ll miss it.” He rolls his eyes, leans up, presses several soft kisses to her face and mouth, and then slides down so his head is between her legs.

“I’ve always been... thirsty for you,” he says with a swipe of his tongue—he can taste them both, and he doesn’t hate it. “And I promise, I always will be.”

She says aww again, but it’s not long before he has her screaming his name.

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syndianites · 3 years ago

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A Queen Serves and Protects

Chapter Two

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Summary:

Post-Style Queen, Pre-Queen Wasp.

Chloe finds the Bee Miraculous, but instead of finding an obliging, subservient Kwami, she finds the Kwami of Order and Subjugation, and Pollen is not about to let herself be used like Nooroo was.

Granted, the only danger in a teenage girl is the damage she poses to herself. Can Pollen shape Chloe into a hero? Or will she stubbornly refuse to change and remain the bitter, harsh person the city has long since known?

[My take on how Chloe’s character could have developed] ——————————————————————————————

Twenty four hours went by excruciatingly slow for Pollen.

First, she had to wait through the night. Chloe hadn’t unboxed her until late in the day, when the sun was almost gone. That left little time in the day for much interaction with others.

But she didn’t spend this time twiddling her thumbs. She did what research she could. After observing Chloe- who she learned the name of moments after their deal- meander on her phone and laptop for a few hours, she had a dubious grasp on how the current technology worked.

It was quite the adventure.

But after trial and error, she managed to look Chloe up on the internet. (And what a fascinating thing!). The results gave her a basic background; Daughter of the Mayor of Paris, Mother is a renowned expert in the fashion industry, and so on. She seemed clean, for all Pollen could tell.

So she searched her room. Most of what she could see was clearly expensive, from shiny new gadgets to prim and proper clothes. Beyond some Ladybug merchandise- and oh boy was this girl a fan of Ladybug- nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

A sneak around the hotel didn’t reveal much about Chloe, herself, but her parents on the other hand….

What disasters!

Calling their relationship dysfunctional would be a complement. They were completely polarized opposites, and not in the good, healthy way. Her mother was derisive and cruel, refusing to associate with those she believed were below her and didn’t meet her exceptional standards. Her father was, despite his position, a lapdog. He would bend over backwards to please his wife, acting like a doormat.

Together, they were the perfect image of an Evil Queen and her loyal Servant.

It didn’t give Pollen any good feelings about how Chloe herself would act. Would she take after her parents? Or would she be her own person?

Day time did not ease her fears. Chloe was brash and rude, clearly taking after her mother. She didn’t remember anyone’s names, was haughty and snappy towards her staff, and clearly was comfortable acting above everyone else.

Not a good sign at all.

The way she treated her ‘friend’ was yet another bad sign. Just like her mother had her father as a lapdog she, too, had her friend as a lapdog. However, Pollen took note of how she did remember her name. That must count for something, she considered doubtfully.

School was a disaster for Pollen.

Chloe started out just as haughty as she had in the hotel. Somehow, she got worse. Rude to other students, sneering at and belittling them, and outright mean. Treating her ‘friend’ as a servant. Disregarding other’s feelings. Causing chaos in the class.

There was little Pollen saw as redeemable for Chloe. Between her attitude towards those who worked for her and her family and those who she spent most of her time around, acts of kindness were nigh impossible to find.

As they made their way home, Pollen mulled over how to find Ladybug or Master Fu. In theory, she could try and call out to the other kwami, but such an act took a lot of power and could draw the attention of Hawkmoth or worse. She could camp out until Ladybug and Chat Noir had to come out for another akuma, but how would she manage to transport her miraculous across the city without getting snatched by said akuma?

But as Chloe walked into the lobby of the hotel, her mother’s voice caught her attention.

“Clara!” Audrey strutted up to her daughter, typing away at her phone with one hand. “I need you to fetch me something dear.”

‘Clara?’ Pollen mused, ‘Her name’s Chloe.’

Chloe perked up. “Of course mother. And my name’s Chloe. What can I do for you?”

Audrey waved her hand, “Whatever you say, Cindy. I heard that Adrien Agreste, Gabriel’s son, is in your class. I need you to ensure that Gabriel seated me in the correct location this time. The reshoot of the fashion show is today and I will not be in the second row again.”

From where she could just see Chloe from the gap in her purse, Pollen watched her face fall before she straightened back up with a nod. “Of course! Putting you in the second row is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

“Yes, yes, now please leave. I have business to attend to Carrie.” Audrey dismissed Chloe with a wave before heading deeper into the hotel.

Chloe, despite being misnamed three times in a row, seemed determined to please her mother. She gripped the handle of her bag tighter before rummaging in it to fish out her phone. Barely looking up, she wandered towards the elevator that would take her to her penthouse suite.

When the doors closed and left Chloe alone in the elevator, Pollen poked her head out of the bag. “Is it often your mother gets your name wrong?”

Her lips thinned as she pressed them together. “Yes.” Chloe’s response was short and clipped.

Pollen mulled this response over. Pieces of the puzzle that was Chloe were falling into place. As the doors opened again, Pollen ducked back down into the purse.

Chloe continued to text until a smile lit her face up. “Oh, Adrikins! I can always count on you.”

She skipped into her room, shooting a text to her mother- who didn’t respond- that her seat was guaranteed to be in the front row. Chloe went to toss her bag before remembering that it was occupied and lowering it down on a chair gently.

“Alright, Pollen, how was I? As great as you imagined I would be?” Chloe placed the back of her hand under her chin proudly.

In lieu of an answer, Pollen merely replied,”It hasn’t been twenty four hours yet, Chloe.”

Chloe groaned, grumbling complaints about how her heroic qualities should be obvious by now, but ultimately let it go. They had made a deal, after all.

“Oh,” Chloe said suddenly, “Sabrina will be coming over soon, so you’ll want to hide out for a while.”

A perfect opportunity to see what Chloe was like behind closed doors.

Turns out, she was strangely sweet.

Sabrina and Chloe played together like any teens would; watching shows together, gossiping- albeit in a less than kind way- doing each others’ make-up, and most embarrassingly playing ‘Ladybug and Chat Noir’. Despite herself, Pollen found it endearing.

Still, it was not enough to sway her. Endearing or not, Chloe was not fit for being a superhero.

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The fashion show was cute. True to word, Chloe and her family were sat in the front row where Audrey critiqued- quite loudly for such an event- each outfit that came about. A few she praised, but they were few and far between.

When Adrien Agreste appeared, the Style Queen gave an appreciative hum. “What quality craftsmanship. Surely an exceptional designer made that hat.”

It wasn’t until after the show that things went south.

Audrey had approached Adrien and, to many’s surprise, Gabriel Agreste in the flesh to discuss the fashion.

“My dear, it seems you’ve set up yet another exceptional line of clothing. That hat dear Adrien is wearing is quite the gem among them.” Audrey gushed to a polite but stone-faced Gabriel.

“Ah,” Gabriel began, “That hat is not a design of my own.”

Adrien piped up here, “It was actually made by a friend of mine! Marianette,” he called over his shoulder, locking eyes with a shocked dark haired girl. “Come show Audrey this hat you made!”

Nervous and stuttering, Marianette explained the logistics of her hat and its design, from the synthetic feather to the careful craftsmanship. Audrey, a known harsh critic, glowed as she listened.

“Fabulous, my dear!” she crowed, “I simply must see more of your work. How would you like to come to New York with me to design more fashion for a line of mine?”

Pollen, invested in the conversation, was pulled out of it by a shaking sensation. She looked up to see Chloe outright trembling as she pulled her hands into fists.

“Mother! Why would you take her of all people!” Chloe burst out. All eyes turned to her.

“Why, Connie, it’s because she is quite exceptional! I would recognize such talent a country away,” Audrey replied with a dismissive wave.

“So am I!”

A laugh. “Dear, the only exceptional thing about you is your mother.”

Had it not been for the hubbub of people around them, you could have heard a pin drop. Chloe stared resolutely at the floor, teeth grinding together and tears threatening to fall. Marianette, for her part, looked like a deer in headlights, stuck between a sharp drop off a cliff and an incoming car.

“Now Audrey,” Gabriel started, before getting cut off.

“I am exceptional!” Chloe shouted. “I will show you! I’m going to be a super heroine! Just you wait, I’ll be better than this girl will ever be!”

Audrey outright cackled. “Oh honey, keep dreaming. There is not a heroic bone in your body.”

Eyes watering and lips trembling, Chloe turned on a dime and stormed off. Pollen caught Marianette make an aborted move towards her, but was stopped by Adrien putting a hand on her arm.

Fuming and ready to bawl, Chloe bust out the front doors and began running down the sidewalk. For minutes, safely tucked into Chloe’s bag, all Pollen can hear is hard footsteps, people shouting, and Chloe’s heavy breathing.

After hearing doors slam open and closed repeatedly, Chloe and Pollen are left in silence. When Pollen braved a look out the purse, she sees that they have found their way back to the locker room at Chloe’s school. Seeing that they were alone, she moved out into the open.

“Fuck!” Chloe exploded. “How dare she!”

Feeling the rage roiling off Chloe, Pollen rushed to calm her. “Chloe, take a deep breath. Give yourself a minute to let it simmer.”

Icy eyes shot up to look at Pollen. “Take a breath? Let it simmer? Are you kidding! I have done my best to make my mother see I am exceptional, so show her that I am good enough, and what does she do? Invites Dupain-Cheng of all people to go with her to New York.”

Pacing back and forth in front of the benches, Chloe growled. “Do you know when the last time I saw my mother for more than a day was? Years ago! Years, Pollen!” Tears trickled down her cheeks as Chloe caved in on herself. “I’ve done my best to be just like her, to show her I can be great too. Why won’t she ever look at me?”

With a hesitant pause, Pollen reached a paw out to Chloe’s shoulder. “Some people can’t be pleased, Chloe. You shouldn’t base your self worth on the word of another.”

Chloe jerked her shoulder away, turning her back to Pollen. “You don’t understand.”

“My mother left when I was young.” She walked forward towards the door so that she could peer out the window. “I didn’t understand why. She didn’t even say goodbye.”

“But,” Chloe continued, “If I can just get her to see that I’m worth staying for, she’ll stay here. Maybe, just maybe, I can convince her to be part of our family again.”

Red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks turned back to Pollen. “It’s just so hard. She hardly cares for me at all.”

A pause. “Pollen?” Chloe bit her lip. “Am I unlovable?”

“Of course not. Chloe, no one is beyond love. Not even the worst of people.” Pollen could feel the tides shifting. Before, she was determined to leave Chloe behind. But now? Her heart ached at the thought of abandoning her.

Chloe starts to say something else, but all Pollen could hear was the flap of wings. Her eyes flicked to behind Chloe to where the locker room door was just set ajar. A delicate butterfly of deep, cracked purple squeezed its way inside.

“Chloe!” Pollen yelled. But it was too late. The butterfly touched down on her white sunglasses and disappeared without a sound.

A sudden blank look came across Chloe’s face. A purple butterfly mask appeared across her eyes. Every part of Pollen screamed that she was in danger. Not just from an akumatized Chloe, but from Hawkmoth knowing that she was with Chloe.

Her eyes darted around the room. She needed to hide. It would be safer for the both of them if she kept herself unknown.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

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imherongraystairstrash · 4 years ago

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Hello there you beautfiul blog user and writer! If you are open to accept prompts or to get ideas to future fics may I suggest a fic of lil Christopher Lightwood and when their parents found out he needed some glasses? I love how well you write him

Hello beautiful Anon!! Thank you so much for the request! It's called August for literally no reason whatsoever, btw. Anyway here’s little Kit getting his first pair of distance glasses (as a user of said glasses, I’m drawing from personal experiences).

August

Characters: Christopher Lightwood, Gabriel Lightwood & Cecily Lightwood/Herondale

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“Good, Kit,” Gabriel said from where he was kneeling beside the small boy.

His son smiled up at him with wide, blue eyes—that looked lilac purple in the sunlight—and put down his bow. “Did I get it in the centre?”

“Almo—” Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean? Can’t you see the target?”

Kit squinted his eyes. “A tiny bit. But I can’t see the arrow.”

Gabriel’s confusion grew. “Son,” he said, standing and walking a couple of metres away from where he was standing. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Three.”

Gabriel was indeed holding up three fingers. “Hm.” He said. “I guess you couldn’t possibly need new glasses.”

Christopher shrugged.

“Perhaps your current glasses are interfering. Here, take them off.”

Kit obliged. He looked at the arrow and fumbled with the string, trying to see where the arrow’s tail was.

“Papa, I’m getting dizzy.” He said.

“Oh, then never mind, put them back on.” Gabriel said, quickly, not wanting Christopher to get a headache.

Once Kit adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, both of them stood there, thinking about what they should do.

“Can we just continue training?” Kit asked.

“Yes,” Gabriel said, a relieved smile on his face.

…

“Are you teaching our five-year-old son how to shoot a bow and arrow?” Cecily asked from the doorway, a while later.

Gabriel glanced at her momentarily and nodded.

Cecily leaned her hip against the doorframe and crossed her arms. “Is he good?”

“His form is exceptional, but he can’t seem to shoot it to the center.”

“Well,” Cecily said, walking inside and kneeling down beside her son. He did, in fact, have perfect form, something he somehow must have inherited from his father. “He doesn’t have to excel at it.”

“Of course not.” Gabriel said. “I’m just confused.”

Kit shot the arrow and skipped over to the target. “It’s closer!” He said turning to his parents excitedly.

“Wonderfully done, Kit bach,” Cecily said, smiling widely.

Gabriel sighed at how naturally Cecily could speak to their children and encourage them. Whenever he tried it, he felt awkward. Will sometimes teased him at times over how he couldn’t train children. Cecily told him to just treat them as though he were training adolescents or adults, that his children won’t think anything of him being less enthusiastic.

“Why is he walking up to the target?” Cecily asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“He says he can’t see it well.”

Cecily craned her head to look at him. “He probably needs glasses.”

“He already has glasses.” Gabriel pointed out.

“Other types of glasses, you nitwit. Ones for long distances. Didn’t that cross your mind?”

“It did! I even checked to see if he needed them.”

“How?”

“I held up some fingers and he could see them just fine.” Gabriel said, defensively.

Cecily gave him the you’re-a-fool face. “Of course he can bloody see your fingers! That’s not a proper test as to whether he can see or not!” she said, exasperated.

“Then how do we test it?” Gabriel asked.

Cecily set Kit’s bow and took hold of his hand, pulling him along. “We leave it to the experts.”

…

He has Myopia as well as Hyperopia. I’d even say he is more nearsighted than farsighted.

“What does that mean?” Gabriel whispered to Cecily.

“I don’t know,” Cecily mouthed.

Brother Jeremiah looked into Christopher’s eyes, and Gabriel had the urge to go to his son and spare him the sight. Christopher shifted from where he was sitting, trying to look at his parents. Jeremiah put a hand on his chin to keep his gaze on him, so that he could see his eyes better. Cecily took Gabriel’s hand as if to say, calm down; he’ll be alright.

Gabriel squeezed it back and watched as Jeremiah closed the lids of Kit’s eyes and hovered his fingers over them.

He must have told Kit to open his eyes, because suddenly they flew open.

Gabriel didn’t understand the procedure The Brothers used for checking eyesight. All he knew was that after a while, Brother Jeremiah took Kit’s glasses and turned to Gabriel and Cecily, waiting for one of them to follow him.

Cecily used Gabriel’s knee to get up and went with Brother Jeremiah to get the glasses fixed while Gabriel stayed with Christopher.

Gabriel walked over to his son and sat down next to him.

“Well, son, I’ll admit that I have no idea what’s wrong with your glasses.” He said with a half smile.

“I can’t see far away.” Kit said. “Myopia means my eyes are curved differently, so they can’t focus the light normally. So, I can’t see from far away as well as up close.”

Gabriel turned to him, surprised. “How did you know that?”

“Uncle Henry explained it to me.” He said, shrugging. “I wanted to know why I needed glasses in the first place.”

Gabriel ruffled his hair. “You always know the right questions to ask, don’t you, ducks?”

He didn’t know how he ended up with a son like Christopher, who had such a sharp mind at so young. The reason as to why some people needed glasses had never crossed his mind, but Kit’s mind seemed to always be working, questioning why things and people were the way they were. Some people thought that Christopher was absent-minded, but Gabriel knew that it was because his brain was constantly working, not engaging in the current conversation, because it paled in comparison to what he was thinking about, or because there were too many things going on at once.

He looked at his son, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and his head tilted to the side. He looked like his beautiful mother in that small gesture.

“Can you even see me?” Gabriel asked, with a smile.

“Not really. You’re a little blurry.”

“Blurry.”

“A Papa-looking blur.”

Gabriel laughed out loud as Cecily came inside.

“We’re in luck,” She announced. “The Brother’s have temporary glasses with Christopher’s exact prescription that he can use while his are being fixed.” She came over with said glasses and carefully put them on Kit.

They immediately slipped down his nose.

“I think they’re a bit too big.” Gabriel said.

“Well, it’s that or he doesn’t see.” Cecily said, laughing.

…

“Do you like Kit’s temporary glasses, Cecy?” Gabriel asked, knowing perfectly well that she adored them.

“He is the most adorable little thing that’s walked the planet.” Cecily said, glancing at Christopher, who was lagging a bit behind them, staring at the witchlight stones as they passed by them, walking out of the Basilias.

“Enjoy it while you can,” Gabriel said, opening the doors for the others to go out, “next week he gets his actual glasses back.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cecily said mournfully.

Gabriel held out his hand for Christopher to take, and was surprised when he didn’t take it.

Gabriel looked down and realized that he wasn’t even there. “Kit?” he asked.

Cecily and Gabriel both stopped and turned around. Christopher stood frozen a couple of steps behind them, his jaw hanging open as he stared up at the trees.

“What’s the matter, Kit?” Cecily asked.

“I can see each individual leaf.” He mumbled. “If I wanted to, I could count them all!” He looked up at his mother with a huge grin on his face.

Cecily had always had a soft spot for her son, but with the oversized frames on his small head, the bridge slipping down his nose occasionally, Cecily felt her heart melting.

“You could,” she said, holding out a hand for him to take. “But then you’d miss all of the other beautiful things you can now see.”

Christopher took her hand, casting a long look at the tree before following her.

There was a slight skip to his step as he looked around, taking in the world, his gaze always returning to the trees, which seemed to be the most fascinating revelation.

“Are you going to go back home and practice archery with your father?” Cecily asked.

Kit nodded happily.

Cecily didn’t think Gabriel really understood that Kit only really liked archery because it was time he could spend with his father. He was always nervous in anything that had to do with fatherhood, terrified that he’d end up like Benedict.

Cecily had told him time and time again that his children will love him unconditionally, unless he gave them reason not to, but she also knew that it was hard for Gabriel. His relationship with his father was a mixture of love and abuse, the line between the two becoming so unnoticeable, that Gabriel had a hard time telling the difference.

Cecily had faith in him, however. Especially as she looked at Gabriel and Kit in front of her, the latter sitting on the former’s shoulders, taking his glasses on and off, comparing the way he could see without glasses and the way he could see with them on.

Christopher turned around. “Mama, I can see the entire world!” He held his arms out wide, a wide grin on his face, as though he were presenting its beauty.

Cecily laughed and put a hand on his back, “Yes, bach, the world is a beautiful place, isn’t it?” She looked at Gabriel. He took her hand, kissing the back of it and let their interlaced hands swing between them as they walked back home.

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years ago

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Kinktober #13: can we always be this close? - Mirio Togata

In which you and Mirio spend a very romantic birthday evening together.

Characters: Mirio Togata / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) Quirkless Mirio, aged up characters, fluffy smut, fluffy fluff, this is tooth-achingly syrupy, with the barest edge of heartfelt angst. Boxed-birthday cake sweet.

Notes: It’s my birthday today. This is extremely feelsy and self-indulgent. I offer no apology.

Title inspired by this song.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you almost ready? Seriously gonna explode out here.”

You’re putting the last finishing touches on your hair as Mirio knocks on the bathroom door. Bless his heart, he’s been nice enough to give you full reign of the bathroom for the last hour and a half for the sake of your big reveal when you’re finally ready to go.

But you know Mirio well- big heart, small bladder.

“I’m coming!” You promise. “Thirty seconds and I’m outta here.” You take one last spritz of hairspray through your style, tousling the strands gently with your fingers. Then you unplug your styling tools, smooth on your favourite lipstick (the one that makes you look ‘the most kissable,’ according to Mirio) and pivot toward the door.

Your fingers hover over the handle for an instant. You take a deep breath.

When you pull the door open, Mirio’s standing directly on the other side of it. He looks polished as hell in a pair of well-fitting dark wash jeans and a turtleneck sweater that you bought him last winter. Your heart goes squish as you brace one hand in the frame of the door and watch his expression light at the sight of you.

“Aw, man,” he hums. His eyelashes flick downward as he takes you in. You’re dressed in the same fashion that he is- casual but polished, in a way that makes you feel the most comfortable and beautiful in your own skin.

“You sure it’s not my birthday?” He reaches for you, pulling you closer by the wrist. “’Cause lemme tell ya, that was worth waiting for.” He leans down and goes for a kiss, ducking sideways at the last moment to catch the corner of your mouth instead.

“Get in there,” you giggle, gently brushing past him and ushering him into the bathroom. “I’m hungry.”

Tonight’s dinner is something that Mirio insisted on. While the company you work for normally gives you a day off for your birthday, this year, yours happened to fall in the middle of the week. You decided to defer your day off until Friday, giving you a long weekend to enjoy instead. It means you still had to work on the actual day, but… you don’t mind. Not when Mirio’s been treating you like a princess from the moment you woke up.

He even stopped by your office earlier to drop off your favourite takeout for lunch. All your coworkers know him- he visits you at work a lot- and they’re completely smitten. You can’t help but adore how likeable he is, even if it tries your envious nerve every once in a while.

Your friends joke that he’s more like a golden retriever than a partner. But you know it goes both ways. You would do anything in the world for him.

You hold hands on the train like a new couple all over again, leaning against the doors and kissing between stops. You don’t care who sees. Mirio’s thrilled to be getting away with so much PDA. And when your stop finally comes up, you’re still grinning as you tug him onto the platform.

He takes you to your favourite restaurant, a ramen place downtown. You get potato dashi ramen, which comes with chewy egg noodles and a scoop of sour cream. It’s like a baked potato in a bowl of noodles. You know it’s not exactly the romantic evening that most couples would have planned, but there’s nothing that brings you more joy than cozying up in a little table by the window and slurping away on hot broth and noodles with Mirio smiling across at you.

As you’re finishing up, a slice of white chocolate cheesecake with a sparkler (and two forks) comes to your table. Mirio swears he had nothing to do with it, but he adores embarrassing you on your birthday. And the sparkle behind his navy gaze is a dead giveaway.

It’s not until after you’ve both scraped the plate clean and you’re holding hands across the table that you decide to forgive him.

He’s brushing his thumb over your ring finger, toying back and forth with the sparkly diamond that sits there.

“Y’know,” he muses, “I was actually planning on saving that for tonight.”

You’re resting your chin in your other hand, but that doesn’t stop you from grinning. “Really?”

He nods, licking his lips to hide an indulgent smile. “I carried that thing around in my pocket for weeks. But then, when you said there was gonna be an eclipse…” He trails off and shrugs, smiling brighter. “It’s like it all fell into place.”

A couple of weeks ago, the moon fell into the Earth’s shadow for the first time in years. It was a beautiful clear night and just warm enough that the two of you could climb to the roof of your apartment building and huddle together under a couple of blankets.

It was there, under the dim glow of the eclipsed moon, that he’d dropped to one knee and promised you forever. To you, it was a complete surprise.

You’re still moony about it now. If you close your eyes, you can picture every single detail. But when you open them again, the look on Mirio’s face is not so different as he admires you across the table.

“It was perfect,” you told him. “That night was perfect.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring. “C’mon,” he mumbles. “Let’s get outta here.”

He takes you home and skirts you in the front door. Your apartment is still dark when he strokes your cheeks and kisses you, lingering and sweet in the hallway.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers to you, soft and vulnerable in the low light.

“I love you,” you murmur, holding him tight. He gets like this sometimes. He’s lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you slipping through his fingers, too. You know he’s trying hard not to let it show tonight but you’re not about to let that stop you. You reach for him, cupping his cheek and pulling his shadowy gaze to yours.

“Hey,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he huffs, stealing another kiss as he scoops you into his arms. He whisks you into the bedroom, laying you across the sheets. He flicks on the lamp by your bedside and it casts a warm blanket of light across your body.

His weight descends on top of you and you catch yourself thinking if this is it, if nothing comes after this life with him, I’ll be okay.

He strips you down, piece by piece, kissing every inch of the skin he’s exposing. Every moment you spend together feels precious- you’ve both been reminded, time and time again, how quickly it can all be stolen from you. Not this, you pray when the night is at its darkest, take anything, but let me have him.

“Let me love you,” he whispers to you, sliding down your bare body, “with everything I have tonight.”

He loops his arms under your thighs, nuzzling the soft skin where your leg joins your body. His eyes stray to your face as he licks up your slit. He watches you sigh, watches you shiver, watches you fall.

But he’s always there to catch you.

He licks until you’re begging him to stop and comes back to you bare. His body is strong and sculpted but scarred, serving as a solemn reminder of the life he was forced to give up. Just another dream that had been stolen from him.

But you, the life that you’re capable of building together- that’s become his new dream. He’s promised to love you completely. He wants to raise your children. He wants to build you a home. Maybe he’ll never save a million souls, but if he can bring you happiness, if he can be good for you, that’ll be enough.

When you’re finally ready for him, he keeps his body as close to yours as possible while he pushes inside you. One of his hands grips your thigh, but the other is intertwined with yours, smoothing across the bedsheets as his thumb strokes your knuckles.

He’s steady and strong, but tender as a lamb, whispering his love for you as he fucks you slow and rhythmic. You clutch at his back and grab his ass, urging his rhythm forward. But he keeps it easy until he can’t take it anymore.

And when he breaks, he breaks hard.

He thrusts into you with a brutal rhythm, letting all the words die between you. The harsh breath that you share is punctuated by the slap of his thighs against yours. He slips a hand between your bodies, driving you to the edge one more time- whimpering and sighing and quivering through your climax- before he can’t hold out and slips into ecstasy alongside you.

When he loses himself against you, you hold him tight and savour every moment. The tremor of his thighs against yours. The way his voice jumps from his chest to his throat as his expression scrunches into one of sheer ecstasy. The spill of sloppy warmth inside you-sinfully satisfying. But more precious than anything is the way that he collapses on top of you and peppers slow, sweaty kisses across your skin before he’s ready to pull out.

When he finally rolls off of you, you’re quick to shift onto your side, reaching for him. You wind your arms around one another, and he draws you in close, letting you rest your chin on top of his head as your legs tangle.

“Happy Birthday,” he mumbles into your neck, for only the dozenth time that day. You close your eyes and try to suppress your laugh, but you know he can feel it vibrating in your chest.

“What a time to remind me,” you tease. “I’m getting old.”

“Oh!” He bolts upright, suddenly alert. “Your present, baby.”

“No way. Give it to me tomorrow,” you hum. “I’m not letting you out of bed.”

“But…” He turns back to you, pouting. “I can’t give it to you a day late. That’s like… like I missed it.”

“How about…” you trail off, “I open it first thing in the morning. You’ll know and I’ll know. Nobody else will. Please? I’m so comfy.”

Satisfied, he settles down again. This time it’s your head he tucks under his chin, kissing the top of your head.

Later that night, moments from sleep, you feel him stir in your arms. He kisses your head again, wraps his fingers gently around your palm. You don’t move.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers to you. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, y’know that?”

You drop off a few minutes later in total peace. It’s not something you ever thought you would have, but… with him, it comes as easy as the morning.

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katelyn--renee · 4 years ago

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Out of the Fire (Part two)

Title: Out Of The Fire (Part two)

Fandom: Supernatural AU

Main Characters series: Reader, Lieutenant Firefighter!Dean Winchester, Lawyer!Sam Winchester, Jessica Winchester (Moore), Nurse!Lisa Braeden (Formerly Winchester), Ben Braeden-Winchester, Harper Winchester (OFC), Charlie Bradbury, Firefighter!Benny Lafitte, Firefighter!Jo Harvelle, Firefighter!Castiel Novak, Claire Novak, Mechanic!John Winchester, Firefighter Captain!Ellen Harvelle, Mechanic!Bobby Singer, Doctor!Arthur Ketch, Nick Vaught and many more!

Pairings: Dean x Reader (eventual), Dean x Lisa (past), Reader x Nick (past), Lisa x Ketch (current), Sam x Jessica (current)

Word count: ±2200 words

Series summary: A slow burn romance. Reader is trying to get away from her troubled past and start fresh; a new name, new town, new friends, and a new job. A clean slate. After years of planning and saving, she is able to open her own business. With the help of her best friend and business partner, Charlie Bradbury, and her new flirty firefighter friend, she is hopeful, even when disaster strikes and her past threatens to catch up with her years later.

Part two summary: Flashback to when you first met your green eyed hero and their budding romance.

Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fire or mentions of fire, fluff (so much fluff), angst, eventual smut, mutual pining, alcohol abuse, alcohol intoxication, mentions of domestic abuse (physical, verbal), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of adultery/cheating, mentions of death, dangerous or life threatening situations, stress, descriptions of injuries, blood, hospital scenes, character death.

Author’s note: Here is part two! I hope you enjoy this chapter and all it’s fluffy goodness! :)

A special thank you to @that-one-gay-girl and @deanwanddamons for being the wonderful beta’s that you are! Your feedback is always appreciated! Check out their awesome work and spread some love!

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About five weeks ago.

The shop was busier than usual, but being the final days of summer, it was expected. It wasn't anything you or Charlie couldn't handle, of course, but it sure did make for long days and even longer nights of cleanup.

"Charlie, table two needs refills, table six never got their vanilla lattes, and table four is ready to pay." You announced as you joined your partner behind the counter with a handful of dirty mugs and plates, having just made one of many rounds through the seating area.

The two of you danced around each other gracefully, moving in harmony as you switched from one task to another. “On it.” She acknowledged, already preparing the missing drinks and throwing in a complimentary pastry for the mistake.

You set the pile of dishes down into the sink before turning to the next customer in line, flashing him a friendly smile. “Yes, hi, how can I help you?” You greeted urgently, looking up to meet a set of stunning green eyes. You faltered slightly, taken by surprise by his strikingly good looks.

He smiled, almost bashfully, as he began to place his order, seeming not to notice your hesitation. “A round of coffees, black, for me and my buddies ,” He motioned toward the booth near the large bay window which was occupied by three other bodies; two men and one woman, all of whom adorned matching uniforms. “Cream and sugar on the side. Oh, uh, larges… or eh, talls?” He added with a sheepish chuckle, clearly unfamiliar with the coffee house lingo.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from smiling more and potentially embarrassing him. “Venti.” You corrected him playfully. You saw the confused look on his face, his head cocking like a confused puppy, before adding, “For our ‘large,’”

You used air quotes to emphasize your point, rolling your eyes at the technical terminology. “It’s venti.” You saw it the moment he understood what you were telling him, and he chuckled again, not missing the way he ducked his head to hide the slight flush to his freckled cheeks.

“Never too old to learn something new.” He chuckled again and winked at you, the gesture setting butterflies loose inside of your stomach. It was your turn to look away this time, your face hot with a blush. He fished his wallet from his dark blue cargo pants, looking at the assortment of baked goods.

“Throw in a few of those bagels and croissants, too, please.” He added, casting his gaze down at the display case once again. “Oh, and a piece of that cherry pie.” He added almost dreamily, pulling out a couple of twenties.

Upon further inspection, you took notice of the soot and ash that dirtied his face and darkened his hair in certain places. He had dark circles under his gorgeous eyes, too, clearly exhausted after a long shift. You glanced in the direction of his crew members, finding much of the same. “Long night?” You asked, trying to be friendly as much as you were curious.

“I look that rough, huh?” He teased, a look of mock offense accompanying his handsome features.

You shook your head, a smile still curving your lips at the corners, “Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You clarified hastily as you calculated his order into the register, making a point to leave off the coffees; it was the least you could do for him… eh, them, right?

He winked again and laughed, the sound deep in his chest, assuring you that he was only teasing. “I know you didn’t,” The corner of his mouth turned up into a smile, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, watching your face and the way you tried to suppress your smile. “How much do I owe you, sweetheart?” He asked, glancing down at the display screen.

The term of endearment made your heart flutter slightly, and you couldn’t keep the smile from creeping onto your face again. You swallowed the feeling down, pressing the enter key before you read aloud his total.

“That’ll be $19.94, Mr. Firefighter.” He rose a questioning brow at the total, glancing up at the menu prices. “Coffee’s on the house.” You added quickly with a closed-lip smile, your eyes sincere. “It’s the least I can do for your services.”

Several emotions seemed to make their way across his face, contorting it briefly before settling on gratitude. “Thank you.” He said, his voice genuine. He held out one of the twenty-dollar bills, paying for his order. “That was really kind of you, truly.” He smiled softly, glancing down at the name tag attached to your apron. “(Y/N).”

A smile formed on your lips before you could stop it, and your cheeks flushed at the way he said your name, your eyes finding the name embroidered onto the left side of his dark blue button-up shirt, opposite of a silver badge over his heart. Red patches were on either sleeve, proudly showing off the station they serve. “It’s no trouble, Lieutenant Winchester...” You promised with a sly smile.

He laughed, appreciating your observation. “Dean.” He insisted as you accepted the bill. Your fingers touched, brushing against each other softly. The touch, however slight, was like an electric shock, igniting every part of your body.

There was an annoyed grunt behind the firefighter, but the two of you paid little attention to it. You put the money into the till and collected his change, but Dean insisted that he didn’t need it. He walked backwards to his table, his bottom lip drawn up between his teeth. The two of you couldn’t seem to stop watching each other, nor did you want to, silently flirting with your eyes.

You giggled when he bumped into an unoccupied table, watching as he almost knocked over its contents and awkwardly fumbled with the accompanying chair that nearly fell over. He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled self-consciously, trying to conceal his embarrassment. He ducked his head when he got back to his table, his friends giving him a hard time.

He hid his face in his palms as a dark-haired man with scruff and blue eyes clapped a hand against Dean’s shoulder, booming with laughter. “Smooth,” You heard the blonde female tease, snickering at her partner. You watched them as you gathered up their order, blushing when you caught him stealing a few glances your way. When finished, you brought their order out to them personally, earning you another wink from the fireman.

The rest of the shift went by in a blur, unable to get those emerald eyes out of your head. Charlie had seemed to notice your distraction and, in perfect Charlie fashion, commented on it as you were closing up shop. “That fireman sure left his mark on you, huh?” She teased, a knowing smile drawing her lips up.

You scoffed at her and tried to play it off like you didn’t know what she was talking about… and failing. “W-What? No - No, I - Who? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Charlie.” You muttered, locking the doors and placing the keys into your pocket.

She looked skeptical and cocked her hip, propping a hand there. “Uh-huh, sure.” She stated, waving her hands. “And I’m not the Queen of Mordor.” She said sarcastically, “Oh wait, I am.” She said exaggeratedly with her hands thrown in the air, referencing her extracurricular activity of LARPing.

You rolled your eyes fondly at your best friend; she’d dragged you along to her LARPing weekends on more than one occasion, and you’d humored her, going along with it because it made Charlie happy. “You can’t fool me, sista, now spill the beans.” She insisted, following behind you with the broom as the pair of you cleaned up.

You sighed, wiping down one of the tables and the chairs that joined it, already knowing that you wouldn't win this battle against the feisty redhead. “I don’t know…” You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you thought about the encounter. “I can't explain it, I don’t know how to explain it… but there was just something about him… y'know?" You recalled, picking up one of the chairs and putting it on the table. "I just… I can’t quite put my finger on it…"

Charlie giggled, "Bet you wish you could." She teased, clearly hinting at more than she said. You gasped and feigned innocence, throwing the towel at her. Charlie laughed more, catching the soiled cleaning cloth before it collided with her face. "Oh, come on (Y/N)! I know that look in a woman's eye. I’ve seen it dozens of times! You want him. Bad!"

She threw the cloth back, and you caught it with ease. "Jeez, you make me sound so desperate." You grumbled, not denying Charlie's observation, despite the dramatics.

Charlie hadn't missed a beat, and she grinned, a cocky sparkle in her eyes. "So you do like him." She chimed accusingly, clearly happy to be right.

You rolled your eyes again, moving onto the next table as Charlie continued sweeping under the one you'd just cleared. "Okay. Yeah, fine." You admitted, "I thought he was cute and charming and sexy in that uniform,"

Charlie made an ‘I-knew-it’ face, but you continued before she could make a sly remark, "But it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm ever gonna see him again." You stated with a reluctant sigh, spraying down the next table with the cleaning agent, trying to hide the disappointment lingering in your voice. You began to scrub at a stubborn spot on the table, trying to distract yourself.

Charlie frowned sadly, reading into your mood, and leaned the broom down against the table before closing the space between you. "I'm sorry for being pushy. It's just that you work all the time. When was the last time you did anything for yourself?" You were about to answer when she held up a finger, "Other than this café. This doesn't count, this is work."

She had a point. You couldn't remember the last time you'd done anything that didn't involve this little shop. "Exactly. I just wanna see you have some fun and that," She thumbed over her shoulder toward the door, referring to Dean, "was fun." You chuckled softly, your cheeks getting warm at the thought.

"You deserve to live a little,” She put her arms on your shoulders and squeezed affectionately, “Especially after what that snake put you through." You frowned at the reminder, dread coiling inside of your stomach and a frown pulled at your lips at the mention of your ex, Nick.

Like always, Charlie didn’t let you get too lost in your thoughts, "And who knows, maybe he has an equally attractive sister for me." She added with a playful shrug and a giggle, effectively distracting you. "Fate works in mysterious ways, sista; you never know what she might throw your way." She added mysteriously, wiggling her eyebrows for added effect.

As it turns out, Charlie was right. Fate did work in mysterious ways because, in the weeks that followed, Dean continued to show up, sometimes with his crew, but mostly by himself. The times he showed up varied, depending on his work scheduled, which you soon noticed was quite busy. Regardless of the hour, he always showed.

It wasn't long before you memorized his order by heart; a venti coffee, black, and a slice of pie; whichever flavor was baked for the day's special. The flavor never seemed to be an issue for the firefighter, but it didn’t take you long to realize that cherry was clearly his favorite, with pecan a close second.

The pair of you flirted and subtly got to know each other as time went on, teetering somewhere between acquaintances and friends. He’d flirt. You’d flirt. But it never went any further than that.

Charlie teased you about it the whole time, of course. She wouldn’t be your best friend if she hadn’t. You’d just roll your eyes or shake your head every time she’d urge you to "grow a pair and ask him out already."

You wanted to. Of course, you wanted to; you’d be an idiot not to want that.

But you didn't, of course, because you were too embarrassed and too afraid to act on your feelings. You'd done that once before already, and you paid one hell of a price for it. Hell, in a way, you still were. Nick left such a nasty scar on your heart; you weren't sure if you could ever love again. You were in a constant state of fear, afraid of being hurt again.

Charlie, being the wonderful best friend that she is, always tried to remind you that love… true love… would never hurt you. That real love was the stuff of magic and fairy tales. That what you had with Nick wasn’t love. It helped, a little, but that fear never truly went away, you just sort of learned to live with it.

Maybe someday you’ll feel differently.

And there you have it. Part two is complete. I hope you enjoyed that chapter as much as I did. Awkward/adorable Dean is one of my favs. Haha.

As always, thanks for reading!

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years ago

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What I Thought About "What If...T'Challa Became a Star-Lord?" from Marvel Studios' What If...

Salutations, random people on the internet who already scrolled past this! I am an Ordinary Schmuck. I write stories and reviews and draw comics and cartoons!

You know, a lot of people lost so much when Chadwick Boseman died. His family has lost a husband and a father, his fans lost an inspiration, and to fans of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, we lost both a hero and a king. His performance as T'Challa/Black Panther is by far the best the character has ever had, nailing the essence of the character while delivering so much more. So with the second episode of Marvel Studios' What If... one has to ask: Was Chadwick Boseman's final performance his best, or did the series failed to honor his legacy? Only spoilers can answer that question, so be wary as we analyze the second entry into Marvel's most ambitious series.

Now, let's review, shall we?

WHAT I LIKED

T’Challa himself: I enjoy that because his story has changed, so did T'Challa's personality. There's this sly cockiness that we've never seen from the character before, showing how much influence Yondu and his Ravagers had on him. And it's actually pretty fun seeing a character who was so calm and collected now act so...not that. With that said, just T'Challa is now Star-Lord, that doesn't mean he's a copy of Peter Quill.

The major differences lie in the impact that T'Challa left on the galaxy. Instead of stealing for himself, he chose to steal for planets in need as his own version of Robin Hood. And that, in turn, is a way more intriguing and compelling character to me than Peter Quill ever could be. There's just something about the nobleness of choosing to be a heroic outlaw instead of being strictly an outlaw. It proves that despite having his history altered drastically, there is no erasing that perfect and intelligent King that we all know and dearly miss. It sucks that we'll probably never see him again, but at least the last time we did it was to leave one epic impression for the fans.

Korath is T’Challa’s #1 Fan: Not what I would have expected, primarily since the character never acted so goofy, but I appreciate this change nonetheless. Because it's oddly wholesome seeing how much Korath admires T'Challa, to the point where he honestly believes that they're best friends. Also, it's funny. Like, really funny. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this version of Korath is the funniest character in this episode. He's just too good.

It’s All Funny: Hey, we're on the Guardians of the Galaxy side of the universe. I'd personally be offended if it didn't have a sense of humor.

Yondu: Yondu seems to be the only one who hasn't changed that much through T'Challa's presence. Sure, he went straight because of it, but personality-wise, he's still the same. He still gives off the energy as this king of the idiots when dealing with his Ravagers, and you how he's this thief with a heart of gold. It's just that only T'Challa brought it out more than Peter did. Other than that, I personally don't mind that not much has changed. Yondu was already a fun character, to begin with, so I'm more than alright seeing him unaltered if it means we get to witness more of him.

The Galaxy is Better Because of T’Challa’s Influence: No, really, it is. Drax still has his family, Thanos renounced his genocidal ways, and Nebula not only remained in one piece but even has hair...somehow. It's impressive to see just how better everything turned out, and, in a way, it's also kind of funny when you think about it. Like, I wouldn't go so far as to say that the universe was in shambles because of Peter's existence...but it wasn't really better either, and I can't help my chuckles when witnessing how better off things were because he stayed on Earth.

Thanos: Not much to say here. It's fun seeing how chilled out Thanos is when he's not hellbent on wiping out half the universe. And I definitely chuckled a couple times when people called him out on his genocidal bulls**t. It's pretty enjoyable and made me glad we got to see his very surprising return.

Nebula: But this shocked me more. Korath becoming a T'Challa stan? Sure. Thanos acting as a respectful ally? Whatever. But Nebula becoming T'Challa's sexy thieve-in-arms girlfriend?! I don't think anybody in their right mind would have predicted that!

But putting aside the shock, this version of Nebula was surprisingly entertaining. It's nice seeing what she would've acted like without the tragedy as she acts like she's free as a bird but still a little devious. Although, despite having a much better life, that doesn't mean there isn't animosity between her and Thanos. He may not have torn Nebula apart as much as he did in the universe we know, but take notice of how she still has cybernetics in her left eye. That shows that T'Challa didn't get to fix everything, and I appreciate that the writers hadn't glossed over how much of a bad father the Mad Titan is, just because he's all sunshine and rainbows now. It allows a chance for Thanos to prove he really did change and gives Nebula an arc to forgive him. And while the pacing for that could have been better, it's still somewhat believable for me to get behind it. Thus surprising me even more with how not only did Nebula make a phenomenal appearance, but one that left quite the impact on the story.

The Collector: It's not just better heroes that T'Challa created. The Collector, for example, somehow became a genuine threat in this timeline instead of that pathetic dweeb in Guardians of the Galaxy and Avengers: Infinity War. This again amazes me with how T'Challa miraculously created a buff-supervillain in his universe, where Peter did jack all. Maybe the galaxy really would have been better off without him...

Howard the Duck: This is the best way to utilize Howard the Duck if you ask me. He's a character that doesn't really scream "leading character" to me (unless given the correct type of writers), so it's better to let him stick to brief cameos and occasional supporting roles. It allows a goofy type of character to shine without causing audiences to roll their eyes over the idea of a talking duck saving the day.

Wakanda Theme Playing when T’Challa Found the Ship: It's just a cool callback. That's all.

Yondu Lying About Wakanda’s Destruction: A pretty solid reveal that shows how even though Yondu loves the kids he steals, he doesn't have the best intentions. What more can I add?

The Collector’s Wall of Weapons: The callbacks are nice, but I like implications from seeing Captain America's shield and Thor's hammer on that wall. It could mean that while the universe is a better place from T'Challa's influence, not everybody made it out alright.

Yondu’s Speech to T’Challa: I'm sure these beautiful and sentimental words have some implications toward Chadwick Boseman as an actor, but I was too busy being emotional to notice them. Well done.

What Happened to Peter Quill: Ok...I think we can just stop beating Peter down for dooming half the universe. Because how much lower can you get when finding out that this other guy practically saved everything with very little effort, only for you to end up as a worker at Dairy Queen? I'd honestly feel bad if I kept doing it at this point. The poor bastard…

(Sidenote: Love the implications that the world is still in danger because Ego still gets to Peter. It shows that despite the more interesting changes, not everything turns out all hunky-dory.)

The Tribute to Chadwick Boseman: A well-appreciated sentiment to cap off a perfect episode...or what would've been a perfect episode. 'Cause ya boy's got some nitpicks!

WHAT I DISLIKED

T’Challa Being Called Star-Lord: A small thing, but the reason why Peter called himself Star-Lord was because it was a nickname his mom called him. What's even the reasoning here? Because it makes no sense when you sit down and think.

The Black Order are still Boring: Out of all the improvements we've seen, it is still disappointing that these four remain as nothing more than cannon fodder for our heroes to go through before fighting the main boss. And pathetic. Immensely pathetic. I mean, for f**ks sake, THE MAW GOT KILLED BY THE PINK GIRL FROM GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY! Psychic powers and he still goes out like a b**ch!

Thanos Got Nerfed: The guy nearly killed the Avengers, with and without Infinity Stones, yet he can barely hold his own against these people who worked for him. C'MON NOW!

IN CONCLUSION

But those were just nitpicks. Despite them, I'd still consider this episode a solid A with 9.5/10. It was fun getting to see the changes T'Challa made to the galaxy, added with some pretty entertaining moments with other iconic characters. You couldn't have asked for a better final performance from Chadwick Boseman, and here's hoping that wherever he is, he knows that he shined brighter than any star in the galaxy.

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nyoschief · 4 years ago

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Heart Of The Darkness

This was a Secret Santa that I never posted for @Nikki!

Rating: Mature Characters: John | KryozGaming/Jaren | SMii7Y, Eddie Gluskin Tags: Outlast, Panic Kisses, Secret Santa Warnings: Violence, Minor Character Death, Creepy Motherfuckers Words: 2,135

It’s only when John turns around, looking as though he’d been in a dozen fights and is still ready for another, that Jaren feels hot tears spill over reddened cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry! Are you okay? I—No, you’re not okay.”

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Three simple words keep Jaren quiet. They repeat like a broken record, a mantra that increases with every blood-curdling scream and fresh wave of iron-laden air that floods the damp room. He’ll return once the exit is clear. Shaky hands flatten against rusted metal, taking comfort in the cool chill as he peers into the gloomy area, straining to see human-shaped demons in the shadows.

“Darling!” a sultry voice crows from the right, singing sweet lullabies.

‘No, fuck, not him.’

Every muscle tightens, lungs clenched and breath held, but frantic eyes refuse to close. Pleading cries respond to unnervingly saccharine words. A dull thump preludes a sobbing groan, hoarse and crying with desperation as nails scrabble against moldy tiles.

“What did I say about keeping your stress levels down? No child can be borne like this.”

The stomach-churning memory of mangled bodies cut apart and sewn together, a mockery of a carrying woman, has Jaren silently gagging, a palm covering his mouth and nails cutting into his cheek.

They should never have come here. ‘Abandoned’ mental asylum, his ass! No power doesn’t mean the crazies inside are gone.

“No, no, no, please, please!”

“I warned you and you didn’t listen!”

A wet squelch spills into the air, Jaren choking at the possibilities. His eyes grow wet, face turned against his torn and muddied sleeve.

“Oh?” the man purrs, a childish laugh bubbling beneath. Jaren freezes, swallowing and peering between the metal slits of the locker. “Have my followers… brought me another bride?”

He’s a deer in headlights, a hare hypnotized by a stoat, a hen frozen in fear of a fox. Fingers twitch, useless when his arms can’t even push the door open.

He has no chance when a body slams against the front, jostling him within. Manic eyes stare back at him, lips pulled into a grin. Can’t breathe, can’t scream, can’t move.

“There you are, dear! The perfect gift after… a terrible tragedy.” Yeah, tragedy. He can only imagine the leftovers, the body slit and covered in gore and blood, still warm. Something metal tracks across the front of the locker. “But don’t worry, I’ll fix you up, make your body a welcoming vessel.”

Voice cracking, he lets out a shaky, “Fuck you.” A crazed laugh echoes through the grotesque room, head thrown back as he smacks the rusty locker. Barely illuminated, he looks like a dirtied man from the mall, covered in blood and grime, bowtie falling off. Palms sweating, Jaren smacks his hands against the door, only for the rattle of metal to trap him within. “Let me out!”

“Nooo, no, no, my love, I can’t let you out in this state, you’ll only hurt yourself!” Blood pounds within his ears, rushing like a torrent, an uncontrollable stream. Jaren slams his fist harder against the metal, the growl in his throat fading into a desperate whine.

He’s not getting out of here alive.

A blade scrapes across the locker, barely glistening in the light shining through the window. Jaren shrinks away, knees buckling, ducking down from the slits in the door. He’d rather not have a scalpel in the eye.

“Now, I don’t want to ruin your perfect body,” he begins, voice dropping with warning, “but I will if you keep fighting me.”

Tongue dead weight, Jaren swallows and scrunches his eyes shut. ‘Where is he?’

“Why would I fight you?”

A coo spills forth, hair standing on end and spine rigid. “Much better, sweetheart,” he hums, taking a step backwards. Metal scrapes again on the locker, hinges squealing and revealing the crazed man’s horrifying appearance. It takes every single ounce of self-restraint to stop from running, hands shaking and gaze darting, searching for an escape route. “Look at you, the perfect vessel, don’t you think?”

Jaren’s stomach twists over itself, tightening up like a knotted rope. A shake to every word, he whispers, “Okay.” His stare lingers on the blade in the other’s raw-knuckled grasp, the weapon raising when he takes a shaky step forth.

“You want this, don’t you? Want to become beautiful, to pave the way for our loving family.”

‘No,’ he thinks, ‘I want to leave with John.’

He refuses to let this psycho know of the other’s presence. Fingers crossing behind his back, Jaren hopes to at least have his body recovered before it’s mutilated beyond recognition like the corpses of earlier.

“Okay…”

The hand against his elbow has him jumping, strung taught and on edge. “Come, my love, I’ll show you the way, the truth…”

Movement catches his eye, moonlight glistening against silver.

Jaren snaps his gaze away, movements slow and steady, gaze tracked onto the blade. He needs to get the weapon away, get the scalpel out of his white-knuckled grasp, so John has a winning chance. They won’t get out of this alive if this fucking maniac still has his weapon.

He stumbles.

The man’s face twists into a grimace and he lunges.

Jaren yelps and finds himself slammed backwards against the wall. His head pulses, skull smacking against the tiles as metal stings at his throat.

“Wait!”

“You scared me, darling, you shouldn’t try to escape like that,” he pants, leaning in closer. Nostrils flared, dark eyes soak in his appearance, leaning closer. His stench alone has Jaren swallowing bile, flinching at the hand caressing his cheek. Shaky hands grab hold of the man’s elbow, struggling to keep him at bay, to squirm his way to freedom. The blade digs into his throat, bringing him to a halt as a strangled cry spills forth. “Maybe it’d be better if I just cut out your voice box. Wives are supposed to be seen, not heard.”

Frantic, Jaren rushes to say, “I’ll be quiet, I’ll be quiet, please, I promise.”

There’s a flicker of movement over the man’s shoulder.

Jaren looks for a moment too long.

“What—”

The man twists in time for a grazed elbow to slam into his unsightly face, flinging him aside.

Jaren jumps away, grabbing his own throat, feeling a thin line of blood beneath his palm.

The stumbling form snaps his head up, scowling and frothing with broiling hatred. “How dare you—”

“How dare me?” John spits, backing up and glancing over a shoulder at Jaren. Upon realizing the other isn’t in immediate danger, he glares at the crazy man and huffs, “Stay the fuck away from him!”

“You can’t come between us!” he shouts, posture menacing and looming. The blade in his hand draws attention like a magnet, dragging their eyes towards it as he flicks the weapon within gnarled fingers.

Jaren flinches when the man steps closer, hip bumping into a table laden with jars of intestines. A whimper slips out, capturing both of their attention for a split second.

John positions himself between them, shoulders hunched and fingers clenched, shielding Jaren. The blade raises. John flinches, balancing on the balls of his feet, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed.

“No, no, nothing is as strong as… as the bond we form—”

A boot slams into the man’s shin, dragging a shriek from raw, bloodied lips. Jaren’s head whips to the side, spotting a door and quickly running towards it. He freezes in the crooked doorframe, looking back, spotting John grappling with the bedraggled man, mouth pulled back into a sneer. The silver scalpel wavers, tip nicking at John’s clothing, held back like a snarling dog.

No warning, the man yanks himself away, pulling his arm free, only to slam the blade downwards.

A scream tears free of Jaren’s hoarse throat, the metal sinking into John’s arm, drinking rich scarlet blood.

Wild eyes scan the room, flicking between the garishly cut body on his right to the mess of broken furniture to his left.

Jaren latches onto a metal rod, breath rapid and uneven, yanking it free from the wooden debris.

No hesitation, he runs closer and swings, a sickening crunch filling the air as it connects with the man’s skull. He tumbles to the side, leaving John scrambling free. When he freezes up again, staring at the blood already dripping from the damage he’d caused, John takes the weapon from him and wastes no time in bringing it down directly on the deranged man’s neck.

He falls to the ground and goes limp. Air slides free from rattling lungs as haunted eyes grow dull.

‘Oh god.’

Jaren hiccups, eyes locking onto John, on the fucking handle still embedded in his bicep. Tears well within green-blue eyes, brows furrowed and lips parted. “Your arm,” he gasps, stepping closer, hands raising, only to freeze when he realizes he doesn’t know what to do.

A yell reverberates through the dusty air, a low growl following, filled with hunger and desperation.

John grabs him by the elbow, already yanking him away. It doesn’t matter where they’re going, as long as John’s with him, they’ll be fine.

They’re red-faced and panting by the time the shouting dies down, inaudible. John shoves them both into a shadowed room and slams the rattling door shut. A metal cabinet serves as the perfect blockade, stopping any unwanted visitors from entering their makeshift safe room.

It’s only when John turns around, looking as though he’d been in a dozen fights and is still ready for another, that Jaren feels hot tears spill over reddened cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,” he whines, stepping closer and staring through bleary eyes at the weapon still in John’s arm. “Are you okay? I—No, you’re not okay.” Every inch of John is tensed, frozen as he keeps glancing at the door, breathing through his nose. He flinches at the hand on his shoulder, finally meeting Jaren’s watery stare. He’s still ready for a battle, on edge, antsy to keep them both safe. “Fuck, John, your arm, oh god…”

“It’s fine,” he grits out, still standing there with a doctor’s scalpel sticking out of his sleeve, careless of the blood soaking his shirt. Jaren’s instincts are screaming to run, to get away, John’s a threat. But every other part of him is desperate to help, to ease his pain, make him better, and repay his kindness.

Jaren takes hold of his good arm, leading him towards the unsteady table against the wall. “Let’s just… fix it up, yeah? Make it better. We can fix this—” A loud crash from outside has John jolting, pushing himself to his feet, despite Jaren’s attempts to get him seated. “It’s fine, they can’t get in, let me—”

“They’re close—”

“Don’t worry about them—”

“How can I not worry when they’re—”

“You’re bleeding!”

“I can make more blood.”

Fingers snatch hold of greasy hair, snapping John’s gaze towards him for long enough that he can press a desperate kiss against his bloodied mouth. The wildness in his eyes fades, returning to his familiar stare.

Jaren relaxes his hold, eyes flickering to the side.

“You can’t make another you,” he counters.

John licks his lips. “What was that for?”

Jaren backs up, mouth twisting to the side, failing to hide his embarrassment. “You weren’t listening and I—” He swallows. “I’m scared we won’t get out of here and I just—I just wanted to, just once, sorry, I shouldn’t have…” The silence that ensues has Jaren’s fingers itching, staring at the blade which, now that he looks at, isn’t all that deeply embedded into John’s arm. Swallowing, he clears his throat and says, “Let’s get this—”

“Better be more than just once.”

A frown embeds itself on Jaren’s face, blinking at John. He’s met with surprising determination.

He doesn’t even ask before John’s explaining, “We are getting out of here. That better not just have been a once off haha joke.” Jaren doesn’t have a response to that, letting slip a confused little noise followed by an awkward laugh. When he says nothing else, John asks, “You gettin’ this knife outta me or what?”

“Wh—Yes! Yeah, hold on, I…” Jaren fumbles for a moment before shedding his overshirt, figuring it’s cleaner than anything in this place. “Can you—” John grabs hold of the scalpel and yanks it out, a grunt and hiss following. Crimson spurts out, seeping quickly. Jaren gasps and hurries to wrap the fabric around the wound to stop the bleeding. “Fucks’ sake, John.”

A bloodied hand against his chin has Jaren freezing, allowing his head to be tilted upwards until he can meet the other’s gaze. “We’re gonna get out of here,” he states firmly. His hold shifts, resting against the side of Jaren’s face. Warm concern and conviction replace the earlier rage. “We will, I promise.”

The knot of unease wrapped vice-like around Jaren’s heart unwinds, loosened by trust and belief. On his own, no, he wouldn’t believe that, but with John here…

“I know we will.”

#krii7y #kryozgaming #kryoz #smii7y #bbs #writing #fanfiction #outlast #secret santa #nikkitheduck #listen i love horror and stressy times!!!#:D

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fantastic-rambles · 4 years ago

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Shades of Love [1]

Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Shindo Ainosuke (Adam), Ainosuke’s aunts

Warnings: Child abuse (emotional, physical)

Word Count: <1k

Summary: In which a young Ainosuke receives a gift from the “wrong” type of friend and his aunts find out. [I wanted to write something happy for his birthday, but my mind decided, "Fuck you, here's some angst." 😭 His aunts' names are my invention because I needed to call them something besides "bitches" (derogatory).] [Adam Appreciation Week 2021 | May 1: gift / party / wrapping paper]

"Ainosuke-sama. Your presence is requested in the drawing room. Immediately."

Confused, Ainosuke looked up at his tutor, who nodded, before getting out of his chair and following the maid who had come to fetch him. When she stopped just outside the doorway, he hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath before stepping over the threshold. Instantly, his aunts looked up from their tea, their eyes fixing upon him accusingly and making him tempted to take a step back, to turn his back on them and run to his room. Instead, he simply smiled and took another step forward, bowing to them respectfully.

"You wished to see me?" he asked, and Masako extended a hand to gesture to the chair across from them.

"Please, sit down, Ainosuke."

Obediently, he took a seat, watching as Hanako reached out to place something on the table between them. When he recognized the object, his fingers twitched, as if they were tempted to curl up into fists, before he forced them flat against his thighs.

"We found this in your room. Where did you get it?" Hanako asked as one of her perfectly manicured fingers tapped against the Super Sentai figurine. Ainosuke wanted to avert his eyes, but instead, he sat straighter in the chair, meeting his eldest aunt's eyes.

"Akira-kun gave it to me yesterday."

"As a gift?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because we're friends."

"What connections does his family have?"

Ainosuke hesitated, and she repeated the question more sharply.

"What connections does his family have?"

"None that I know of," Ainosuke admitted reluctantly, though he still enunciated clearly.

"Does this 'Akira-kun' demonstrate any particular talents or aptitude?"

"... no."

"Then, do you understand what you have done wrong?"

A muscle tensed in Ainosuke's jaw, and he ducked his head into a nod to hide it. Only after the moment had passed did he raise his head again, staring back at Hanako. "Yes."

"Explain."

"I should not have accepted a gift from Akira-kun. Fostering a relationship with someone who possesses little or no social connections and who does not possess exceptional merit or future potential would do nothing to elevate the Shindo name. It may also be possible that in the future, he might seek to use our friendship in order to take advantage of me in order to benefit himself. This could easily be done by invoking a debt of gratitude and become a vulnerability that might even harm the prestige of our family."

Except Akira wasn't that kind of person. Sure, he might not be "valuable" by the standards of their family, but he was a really good guy. He was popular among all of their classmates for his kindness and generosity: when he'd seen Ainosuke watching them, but unable to join in on their game, he'd given him one of his figurines without hesitation. Sure, it wasn't new, and even if it was, it would probably have been cheap, but his father and aunts would never have let him spend money on something so frivolous.

But they wouldn't understand, even if he tried to explain. So he didn't even try as Hanako continued her lecture.

"Very good. So what must you do to rectify this error?"

"Tomorrow, I will return this to Akira-kun with gratitude and then cut off all further contact," Ainosuke recited, and his aunt nodded decisively.

"Perfect answers. Which means that you should have been aware of how to conduct yourself properly, and yet you chose not to. Hold out your hands."

Very slowly, Ainosuke obeyed, turning his wrists so that his forearms were exposed as Hanako handed the wooden ruler to Kanako.

"You understand, Ainosuke, that we do not enjoy doing this, right?" Hanako asked as she leaned back on the couch, raising a cup of tea to her lips. "But your father has tasked us with raising you to become an outstanding young man, and that includes disciplining you when it is necessary. All that we do, we do it out of love."

And Ainosuke smiled at them, an open smile entirely devoid of guile.

"I am very sorry for my mistake; it won't happen again. Thank you very much for your guidance."

But even so, he couldn't help flinching as the ruler came whistling down.

#adamappreciationweek2021 #sk8 #SK8 the Infinity #skate the infinity #fanfic #fan fic #sk8 adam #shindo ainosuke #ainosuke shindo #mine

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septic-skele · 4 years ago

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UF - Out of Reach

Summary: Classic and Blue have it good with their brothers. They make displays of love and affection look so easy. Red can’t help but feel bitter about it. He stands no chance of ever having anything like that with his boss.

Well, not with that attitude about it, Blue says.

Red couldn’t understand it. Logically he figured it was because Classic and Blue came from drastically different backgrounds. They weren’t living with eye sockets in the back of their heads or half-formed, sharpened bones under their pillows like he and Boss did. They were probably just as baffled about him and his behavior, but there was something Blue had said once that wouldn’t leave his mind.

Red had walked in on a private moment and for reasons beyond him, he hadn’t taken a hasty shortcut back out. He stopped and stared and couldn’t help being taken aback when he saw Blue cradling his Papyrus’ skull against his shoulder, murmuring comforts to him. Red had never seen that casual, laidback Papyrus so drunk, weak and vulnerable, much less Blue so solemn.

“I love you, Papy,” he soothed. “I’d love you no matter the ‘reset’, whatever that may be—no matter the world, no matter the universe. A good, proper Sans would never give up on his brother, and I am just that.”

Good, proper. Red had no illusions of propriety but the idea of it nagged and frustrated him. Any time he had tried to console Papyrus in recent memory, it had ended with all the wrong things being said and door hinges buckling under the strain of being slammed.

Red already knew what Blue would say if he heard of this. “You can always try again! I believe in you, pal! You simply need to persevere! You’ll get through to him, I know it!” Disgusting.

The worst part of it, however, was that even Classic did it better than he could. Classic—depressed, cynical, apathetic, a liar to Papyrus’ face more often than not—still loved his brother better.

Somehow the six of them had survived a night in together, though the argument over the TV remote had almost come to blows and the throw pillows may have sacrificed some of their stuffing. Now that they were all retiring, Red wandered down the hall to hear strains of Classic’s voice from one of the nearby bedrooms. He didn’t sound anything like the blasé character Red usually knew; he was lighter, actually putting effort into this.

“…Peekaboo had become a game of hide-and-seek! Where could her friends have gone? Fluffy Bunny wondered, bounding across the green, green field to look for them. She searched high! She searched low!”

“She searched near and far,” Papyrus chimed in.

“You bet she did. She searched east and west, under rocks and up in trees. But Fluffy Bunny couldn’t find her friends anywhere! Wherever could they be?”

Maybe they ditched her for wantin’ to play such stupid games, Red mused with a snort, although as Classic continued he was distracted by an old, old memory fluttering forth.

He had spent hours poring over the dump, fishing out as many old, damaged books as he could find. Drained and shivering, he’d lugged them back to the nook where he’d left Papyrus, safely out of sight. Before he could find sleep, Papyrus had thrown himself over Red’s back and pitched a fit about learning how to read.

“Show me, brother! I want to do it like you do, I want to try! It doesn’t have to be the long one! Just show me how, please! Please, please, please, plea-a-a-ase!”

Red had capitulated only because he didn’t want the tantrum to draw unwanted attention, but that wasn’t the part that stuck with him. Papyrus had curled up against him, half-tucked under his coat, watching him trace letters with intent focus. As he haltingly sounded out the words, every small success made him light up like a star, clutching eagerly at Red’s ribs for his approval.

“Did you see that, Sans?! Did you hear me?! I did it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Pipe down, kid, I saw. Nice one.”

Red’s opinion and praise had still meant something to Papyrus back then. Stars, he was still willing to cuddle with him, despite the filth and the damp clinging to his clothes from the river.

Had Boss ever really been that hopeful, clingy little baby bones or was Red trying to convince himself that was how it had happened? It was so long ago. Pap could have just fished those books out and taught himself while Sans was away, trying to find work. That sounded far more likely.

“G’night, bro,” Classic concluded, sliding the book onto the nightstand and giving his Papyrus an affectionate squeeze of the hand.

Balking, Red ducked back toward the stairs before he could be found snooping, all too well aware of what Boss might do if he ever dared reach out that way. He’d probably end up losing a few fingers.

It wasn’t fair, something small and spiteful in the back of his mind huffed. The idea nearly made him miss one of the steps, torn between shock and scornful amusement. Since when had fairness ever been part of the equation? If things were fair…

If things were fair, they would probably look a lot like the scene he had just left, as well as the scene he was walking into now. Blue perched prim and proper on the end of the couch, surfing idly through channels. His brother was stretched across the rest of the cushions, head propped against Blue’s lap, swaddled up in blankets, the whole nine yards.

Jerks. They were intent on showing off now; they knew exactly how good they had it. Sparks of irrational anger crackled along Red's jaw and spine. If he had something immediately on hand to hurl at them, he would have, but he had already shucked off his boots and summoning a bone would be a waste of magic.

“Edgy me?” Blue called in a faux whisper, making him tense. “I would have thought you’d be asleep already.”

“Yeah, well, it’s kinda hard to rest easy with Classic jabbering on about fluffy bunnies through the wall!” Red snarked, louder and sharper than necessary. He took little satisfaction in the way Blue winced, resting a hand on Papy’s skull as if to muffle the noise.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” So genteel, so polite, he still offered an inviting smile. “If you’d care to come and join us, any of the chairs from the dinner table are free! Mweheh, I honestly have no idea how Papy sleeps like this; the side I sit on is the only one without mangled, broken springs. It’s probably all of his tossing and turning that’s done it. I’ve been meaning to get them repaired, but he hardly ever leaves the couch to let me at it! He really ought to—”

“Shut up already, would’ja? I don’t care! Besides—Tch, wouldn’t want to interrupt your cute little ‘brother bonding’ time.”

“Oh, no, y-you’re not interrupting anything! Did I imply that somehow? I’m sorry! If you want part of the couch, I can wake him and ask him to scoot over—”

“How d’you make it look so easy?” It broke free before Red could fully comprehend how irrational it would be to ask. Jaw clenching so tightly that his teeth squeaked, he drew back from his own brash demand. Blue tilted his head.

“I’m sorry?” That counted three times in this conversation that he’d apologized for nothing. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He should have retreated. He should have spat, “Never mind!” and transported to his room to seethe in privacy. Instead his foolish, fat mouth blundered on. “How d’you get him to do that?” He threw an irritated gesture at the sleeping lump on his lap. “How d’you make him…relax, with you there? It’s as if he likes having you around!”

Even that was saying too much and yet just enough. Realization dawned in Blue’s eyes, followed by—oh, stars, there was pity.

“Well, I…I’m not really sure. If there are no other comfortable surfaces around for him while he sleeps, I’m happy to help! The last thing he needs is a cramp in his neck. Heh, I’m not tall enough to fix that for him so why not try to prevent it entirely? We’ve huddled up ever since we were baby bones; it’s always been this way.”

Of course. Cheekbones flaming, Red ducked his head. They never had raging fights that lasted until dawn (or until they started losing their voices, whichever came first.) Blue and Stretch had it all sorted out from birth, cozy and coddled.

“…Papy always caught cold too easily. I’d make up some rather impressive beds for him with grass and water sausages so he wouldn’t have to sleep on the rock, but the dew would leave him shivering all night! I couldn’t let that stand! Those chattering teeth of his kept me awake too so I made the noble sacrifice and slept on the damp side while he nestled up to me.” Blue chuckled, an uncharacteristic note of something laced through it. “With our two shirts tucked together, we could almost imagine a full hoodie like he has now!”

“Wh—You? That’s rich.” That was decidedly not what Red had been picturing as a life that could spit out someone as sickeningly sweet as Blue. “You’re not tellin’ me you two were homeless.”

“I preferred to think of us as explorers!” Blue corrected. “I told Papy that we were on an adventure to find the perfect place for a new start. We experienced all that the Underground had to offer a couple of wandering baby bones: scavenging, hide-and-seek, games of chase with older monsters, who were rather poor sports when they couldn’t catch us. I grew strong and magnificent thanks to all of that exercise and my brother…well, he tried very hard!”

Red shuffled uncomfortably in place. Funny, how familiar all of those experiences sounded—but from someone else’s mouth?

“Then Papy fell terribly ill. He was poisoned, in fact. It was the first time I really wondered if I’d lose him.” Ignoring how Red startled, Blue glanced pensively down at his snoring brother, smoothing his fingers more gently over his skull. “It may have been an accident, but I was responsible for his safety; I should have been paying closer attention. In part it was my fault.”

“And he…forgave you for that?” An accident like that, caused by a slip in Sans’ attention, could probably get him disowned.

“On the contrary, he blamed himself! He blames himself for a great many things and he thinks most of them can’t be helped. I try, I always try to help. What’s infuriating is that he acts as if he doesn’t deserve it. Despite what you may think, there are plenty of times he doesn’t want me around. He shuts down, he pushes me away, he tells me I’m wasting my time.”

Red’s eyelights flicked off.

“Shut up, Sans. I don’t want to discuss it.”

“You idiot! Get away from me!”

“Useless. What a waste of time.”

“I think he’s scared of what might happen if he lets his guard down…Perhaps he thinks I’m not strong enough to face whatever is underneath,” Blue continued. “Perhaps he thinks that if he lets me too close, it will be the thing to drive me away for good. Nevertheless! With time and patience, I know I’ll convince him.”

“But how?! How am I supposed to—I mean, how do you keep trying when it never does any good?”

“It does do some good, I’m sure of it! I keep pushing to help him so he knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that I won’t be driven away so easily. Maybe Papy just isn’t ready to show me the good it’s done yet. He has to learn to trust himself before he can trust me, but he can never say that I don’t care about him. I’ll show love to every part of him, even the bad, and it will be an influence for the better. I will break down those barriers!” Blue concluded with a fiercer grin.

A good Sans would never give up on his brother.

“Doesn’t it…suck?” Red ground out, hoping it wouldn’t be interpreted as an admission of weakness. Doesn’t it hurt? “When he shuts you out all the time?”

“Of course. I never said it was an easy task but it’s not within me to accept defeat!” Blue stopped up short then, holding his breath as Papyrus shifted against him. Neither Red nor Blue had been particularly careful about their volume.

After a few moments of adjustment, Stretch settled deeper into his blankets with a sleepy hum of contentment. Blue softened, eyelights aglow with such fondness that Red could almost feel a ripple of it in the air between them. It made his soul turn.

“He’s my only brother. We only have each other in the end. Isn’t that worth the effort?”

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If Red hadn’t been passing his boss’s room at precisely the right moment, he never would have heard it: a string of low, ragged gasps, followed by a rumble that could have been a groan or a growl. Sans grimaced at the sound, already aware of what was happening. Boss never made noise in his sleep unless he was injured, pain slipping through the cracks of his subconscious, or he was fighting a nightmare. Seeing as the last few days had been highly uneventful, it would be the latter.

Welp, that’s his problem. I’m not about to get impaled ’cause he mistakes me for his sleep paralysis demon.

That was habit speaking. Better reasoning caught him a few steps later, slowing him to a halt.

It would be easy to swan off, mind his own business and let Papyrus suffer on his own. It would have been easy to do it years ago too, when Pap was nothing but a scrawny baby bones who couldn’t have done anything about it.

If he hadn’t then, why should he now? It was Boss’s shouts in the morning that often woke him from dark dreams…He could return the favor and feel less indebted to him for it.

It was only fair.

Cursing his newly planted seed of a conscience, Sans pivoted with great difficulty and kicked a foot at the door with a small thump. No answer. He kicked again. The gruff breaths from within quickened.

“…Boss?” he ventured, clearing his throat roughly. “Hey. Boss.” Belatedly he realized that he had no proper excuse ready if Papyrus awoke and asked what he wanted. That might not go over well, but the circumstances were making it hard to focus. Those strangled groans were slowly but surely chipping away his first instinct of self-preservation.

He was definitely going to get impaled. One shot, -9999 damage and his life would be over, all for an attempt to be considerate, but he could hear it now in Papyrus’ voice. There was a scared little brat trapped inside the intimidating commander and that brat clearly still needed a big brother to drag him out of trouble.

Steeled for his impending doom, Sans jostled open the door. “Boss,” he began again as he poked his head in. “You’re makin’ noise, alright? You gotta—Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s not good—”

Papyrus was a writhing, tangled mess in his blankets, some already torn where his claws had caught. Sweat and magic bled down his face, eye sockets sputtering and smoking in a flurry of colors as he choked for traction to cry out.

“Ngnnh—No, no—stop!”

“Boss?!” Sans stammered, surging forward. Of their own volition his hands got busy, dragging at the blankets to rend them free of Papyrus’ kicking legs. “Bro, hey! It’s okay, it’s just a dream!”

From there it must have only been a few seconds but to Sans it felt like an eternity before Papyrus lurched upright, already scrambling. He didn’t lunge to attack as Sans had expected but recoiled; it was only when he smacked his skull against the wall behind him that he came to a lurching stop.

“I-It’s just me, Pap,” Sans stated cautiously. He wouldn’t have dared use the old nickname under any other circumstances, but it seemed to clear some of the wild haze in his brother’s eyes. It took a beat for him to formulate an appropriate response.

“Get out,” he rasped. It didn’t hold a candle to its usual bite. He was still panting, disoriented. “What are you doing here?”

Which d’you want, an answer or me getting out? “I heard you…Well, I didn’t know if somethin’ was up. Maybe someone…broke in or somethin’, trying to get to you.”

“Oh?” Shoulders shuddering in what could barely be masked as a laugh, Papyrus shook his head minutely. “And what could you do to save me? L-Look at you. You’re not even armed.”

“And look who didn’t even wake up when I barged in here! The big, bad boss could’ve gotten killed in his sleep because he was too busy cryin’ like a—” By the greatest restraint he cut himself off, foreseeing how that would be received, but he’d said enough already.

“Get. Out,” Papyrus snarled, rediscovering vitriol enough for Sans to cringe.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Get out, you fool, this instant, or I’ll—!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I was worried!” That word felt taboo aloud. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright and you weren’t so I stayed to help.”

“There’s nothing you can do here, Sans; as always, you—you prove to be utterly inadequate! Your best course of action will be to close the door behind you.” Judging by the way his chin jutted out, he was clearly expecting that to be the last word.

“…No.” Tossing the blanket’s edge back to the floor, Sans squared up. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” The incredulity that flashed in Pap’s eyes should have cowed him but he had resigned himself to that already at the door. “I’m not just gonna leave you here, all jittery and crunched up against the wall. I can’t leave you like this. You’re not fine and I know if I try to say somethin’ to make it better, I’ll screw it up. Like you said, I always do. So let’s just skip that part where I do it wrong and get to the bit where you tell me what you need. What d’you need to feel better and get back to sleep okay?”

The following silence caught him off guard. Papyrus was never at a loss for further scathing remarks so why was he just staring at him? Moreover, where had his anger gone? He looked smaller without it, less like the Great and Terrible Papyrus and more like…

Papyrus. Red’s only brother. Hunched down, hands fisted into the mattress, micro-tremors trailing down his ribs as he breathed, he looked exhausted.

A minute passed. Maybe it was two.

Sans fidgeted, his nerve failing. “Boss, listen, I—”

“Tea,” he muttered, hooded eyes darting away. “If you really want to make yourself useful.” Sans hadn’t expected his soul to fill his throat at that response; something must have shown in his face, as Papyrus’ next grumble was even quieter. “You’re acting uncharacteristically generous with your work ethic. Why would I pass up this opportunity to make you work in the kitchen for once?”

Sans felt oddly light at the words as he nodded, turning for the door. “Gotcha.” He had never thought this day would come. For once in his life, he saw doing more work as a victory.

If it did some small modicum of good, if it made one miniscule chip in those walls between them, it would be worth the effort.

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