#I used to buy snacks at a corner store with my friends when we snuck off campus and loiter in drugstores

[poptimus-prime]

Something I wrote to stretch my writing muscle out today bc I’ve been job hunting and/or bedridden all August and I have a commission and a zine piece to finish. (This work is related to neither.)

Miko walked down the aisle of drinks with wide eyes, seemingly overwhelmed by her choices. Jack followed, mostly disinterested as he waited to pick up his usual drink–a Redbull–so it wouldn’t get warm while he waited for Miko to make her selection.

“I still don’t understand how you can drink those.” Stormy signed to him, their voice stuck in the back of their throat. “They kinda taste…bad to me.”

“Yeah, well, I like the way they taste.” Jack shrugged. “I have a refined palette.”

“If by refined you mean a hankering for battery acid.” Miko stuck her tongue out. She stole a sip of his drink at one point, and immediately regretted it. She paused and her eyes widened as a can caught her attention from her peripheral–a pink one. She immediately opened the fridge and reached for it. She tilted her head, having difficulty reading the writing at the bottom due to its font spacing. “I want this one. The…Strawberry Dreams Monster?”

“I’ve had that one. It’s pretty good.” Stormy summarized while they held an Ultra Watermelon under their arm, and Jack interpreted for Miko. The girl flapped her empty hand a little, excited to taste her new treasure. Stormy smiled at her antics before turning to Raf, who had tugged on their sweater sleeve while holding his selection. Stormy had to hand it to him that he knew exactly what he wanted every single time–lemonade flavored Bug Juice and a black bag of sour gummy worms. They were convinced that if 7/11 stopped selling either, he would simply wither away.

“Can I get these?” Raf asked quietly, and Stormy nodded. They had offered to pay for Raf and Miko, and he really wasn’t asking for much. They let him hold onto their sleeve, and he trailed along behind them as they continued to make their own selection. They were having difficulty making a choice, standing in the chip aisle with their free hand on their hip. Raf shyly waved at someone else who had just come into the gas station, immediately hiding his face in Stormy’s arm.

They turned to see Jack standing next to them as he picked up Takis–the ones in the wildest shade of blue Stormy had ever seen. Jack could take spice deceptively well; he was banned from using hot peppers while cooking for the Darby household because his spice tolerance was that much higher than the rest of the family.

Stormy sighed and took a bag of cheese Chex Mix. Eventually, Miko returned to them with her drink and a bag of sour candy straws Stormy swore this gas station stopped selling, but nevertheless they would buy for her. Now that they were all ready, Stormy proceeded to the checkout, allowing Jack to go first as he was paying for himself.

The gas station attendant, having seen these kids time and again, greeted them all with familiarity. By now, he knew enough about them, he thought. Jack was the one that tried way too hard to be cool and inevitably fumbled right at the end. He knew that Stormy didn’t talk (at least, never to him) and Raf would hide behind them; Miko, however, would gladly run her mouth to him without restraint. He didn’t regret it–she was the only other person in this backwater town who enjoyed Slash Monkey.

Once they exited the gas station, they walked to the park, occasionally pausing to look into shop windows and gawk at the items for sale inside. Miko asked constant questions, and the others answered them with ease. By the time they got to the park and began tearing into their haul, it was still light out, but cooler as the afternoon turned into the evening. In the corner of the park, far away from the street, was their favorite table under a tree. It was perfectly shaded at this time of day, and provided some peace for the four of them.

Of course, this doesn’t mean that their antics end.

“These chips are so spicy, Jack, what the fuck?” Miko whined, taking another sip of her drink to try to wash the heat out of her mouth. The boy offered her one, and just like the Redbull, she regretted partaking.

Jack just laughed quietly, his fingertips and mouth an unnatural shade of blue from his snack. He had to slam his fist against the park bench to let something out, and Miko responded by flicking the back of his head.

“Shut up, Jack.” She huffed.

“I didn’t say anything, dude!” Jack replied, and the two began their lighthearted squabbling. A near daily occurrence.

Stormy and Raf watched quietly from the other side of the table, the older giving the occasional piece of pretzel to the child. He munched on it, his gummy worms long gone. The sun was setting, and Bulkhead would be there soon to pick them up.

But it was an afternoon well spent.

[witch-and-a-half]

saving up

i’m back with a fic! it’s longer than i’d originally intended because i got carried away with a new idea at the end but hopefully you still like it.

notes: fred x reader, fluff, 7th year, no specific house, georgie gets a few fluffy friend bits too

words: 2.8k

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[y/n] was flabbergasted, “What? You don’t want to go to Honeydukes tomorrow? They’re having a sale, Freddie.”

Her boyfriend shrugged beside her, “I don’t feel like spending a lot of money right now.”

“Why? You and George have been doing such a good job selling things around school… you don’t want to treat yourself a bit?”

Fred gave a silly grin and wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “I’m saving up.” His chest puffed proudly.

The two of them had reached [y/n]’s classroom, so Fred gave her a quick peck on the forehead. His eyes were bright as she grinned up at him. “Fred Weasley… not interested in a trip to Honeydukes… I might have to take you to see Madam Pomfrey.”

He just laughed before heading down the corridor.

~ ~ ~

[y/n] spent the day in Hogsmeade with a few friends, and Fred stayed behind to work on some products with George. When she got back to the Gryffindor Common Room that evening, the twins were sitting on the couch wrapping sweets in colorful foil.

“How was your day?” Fred asked when [y/n] sat down beside him. He set the foil aside and pulled her legs across his lap.

She pulled a cellophane bag of sweets from her knapsack and held it out for him. “It was good! Honeydukes was packed but I managed to knock a few first years out of the way so I could bring you some sweets.”

This prompted a laugh from both Fred and George, which made [y/n] beam. George shook his head and Fred thanked his girlfriend with a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Looks like you’ve had a productive day.” And she gestured to the packages of products strewn across the mahogany coffee table.

“Yep, we have,” George said merrily. He was counting out coins, writing down their profit, and splitting it into two piles. Fred hummed in agreement and rubbed his hand on [y/n]’s thigh. “Here’s your bit Freddie…” George passed a handful of knuts to his brother, “... and here is mine. I’ve almost got enough for that new chess set.”

[y/n]’s hand fell atop Fred’s and she gave him an accusatory look, “See! George is going to buy himself something nice. I don’t see why you-”

Fred interrupted with a chuckle, “I told you! I’m saving!”

“You deserve to get something nice for yourself. You’ve both been working so hard.”

George was still writing something down but smiled widely at the comment. Fred just looked at her face intently.

[y/n] laughed at the faraway look in his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that! What are you saving up for anyway?”

Fred shrugged and made a gesture like he was zipping his lips closed. [y/n] was a bit frustrated, but it wasn’t her money and she knew she had no business telling him what to do with it. But she was just so proud of how successful the twins had been and knew this was the most spending money they’d ever had, so she was a bit excited to see them get to buy themselves fun little treats. And she was a bit disappointed that Fred was so reluctant to do so.

~ ~ ~

A couple of months passed and Fred was still hell-bent on frugality. At first, [y/n] had tried to ask George—who’d bought a chess set, a shiny new trunk, and a tailored tweed suit jacket to wear “someday”—why his brother was so opposed to buying something nice for himself, but George just shrugged it off, “That’s just how he is, I guess.” [y/n] made her peace with it by the time their anniversary came along though; in fact, she was the one to suggest that the couple have a nice date instead of exchanging gifts.

The weather was warmer than normal—spring was just around the corner—as [y/n] walked toward the Black Lake with Fred. Their hands were intertwined and swung slightly between them as they walked. Fred laid out a blanket on the far side of the lake, where they were least likely to be disturbed, and started unpacking the basket he’d brought. There were pretty sandwiches and pieces of fruit and a little package of miniature pies. “Oh!” [y/n] exhaled in admiration, “This is so lovely.”

Fred nudged her slightly, “The kitchen elves were very generous,”

She laughed and wondered which parts of the lunch Fred had asked the house elves for and which parts he’d snuck out of the kitchen himself. The two snacked and talked for what must’ve been hours. They talked about everything and nothing all at once. The sun was beginning to set when Fred unwrapped his arms from around [y/n], who sighed sadly at the loss of contact. She turned to see Fred pull a small box from the picnic basket.

“Oh, Freddie…” Her voice was marbled with excitement and disappointment, “We promised no gifts…”

“Don’t think of it as a gift. It’s just a…” His smile was softer than it had been earlier in the day, “... a token of my affection.”

He passed the box into her hands and [y/n] unwrapped it slowly. She shook her head as she did so, overwhelmed by the surprise. Inside the box was a beautiful silver locket with an intricate floral design. When [y/n] realized where it was from, her heart sank.

~ ~ ~

Over the past summer, Fred had come to visit [y/n] in her hometown for a few days. She took him to all of her favorite places around town. One day, they were downtown and stopped in a small vintage store. Fred wandered to the back of the store, where they kept all the old Muggle comics and other old trinkets, while [y/n] looked through the vintage dresses and skirts.

When Fred found [y/n] again, she was looking into a glass case by the register and chatting with the woman behind the counter. He stood beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“It’s absolutely beautiful…” [y/n] said breathily to the older woman, who wore glasses with red frames and had her hair in a playful half-up bun.

The woman smiled at her, “It’s one of our finest pieces. I can pull it out for you to have a better look?” [y/n] nodded eagerly and the woman set the display on top of the glass casing.

Fred looked down at the necklace [y/n] was studying through the glass: a silver locket. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be able to clasp the necklace around her neck and see her joyful reaction to wearing such a pretty little thing.

[y/n], however, was barely aware of Fred’s presence as she spoke, “It’s so lovely, but I could never justify spending that much on a necklace right now. Maybe someday though…”

The woman nodded gently as she put the necklace away, “I understand completely. Maybe someday you can come back for it.” The couple thanked the woman before heading toward the door.

[y/n] turned her attention back to Fred, who was holding the door open for her, as he spoke, “You really liked that necklace?”

She shrugged, feigning benevolence, “Oh it was pretty but I don’t think I’d ever wear something that pricey.” But she was simultaneously imagining coming back to the store in a few years—once she’d graduated and was working—to buy that necklace as a gift to her younger self.

~ ~ ~

And now, only a few months later, she was holding the necklace in her hands. Fred’s thumb was nervously rubbing circles on her thigh and he watched her examine the dainty piece of jewelry. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes and she suddenly felt so undeserving of everything she had in that moment.

“Oh, Freddie… you shouldn’t… I can’t take this.” She blinked and the first tear fell slowly down her cheek. Fred’s eyes narrowed with worry and endearment, “Of course you can. Do you not like it?”

[y/n] shook her head furiously, “Oh no, I love it. It’s perfect… but you shouldn’t have spent so much on me especially since you’ve been saving-”

Fred cut her off with a gentle chuckle, “Love, what do you think I’ve been saving up for?”

As all the pieces fell together, [y/n] squeezed her eyes shut. She needed a moment to sort out her overwhelming emotions. Her thoughts only became cloudier when she felt Fred press a kiss to her temple and take the necklace from her hand. Fred moved so he was slightly behind [y/n] and gathered her hair over her shoulder, which caused her eyes to flutter open again. His warm hands brushed her neck as he clasped the necklace. She looked back at him to see the brightest grin she’d ever seen him wear.

Fred tenderly took her hand and used his other arm to hold her to his chest. Stars were beginning to appear in the sky, their reflections shimmering on the glassy lake. Fred’s fingers were brushing mindlessly through [y/n]’s hair as they sat tangled in each other. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred cleared his throat.

“You know how George and I talk about starting a shop in Diagon Alley?”

[y/n] shifted so she could see Fred better, “Mhm,”

His words came spilling out, tinged with worry, “We’ve been talking about… leaving school early and getting a headstart on it. Between Umbridge and exams and-”

[y/n] pressed her lips to his for a moment, overjoyed by the idea. She knew how talented the twins were when it came to these kinds of things. They loved a little spontaneity and a risk, and they always managed to pull it all off. There was absolutely no reason why this newest scheme wouldn’t be the same.

“If that’s what you want to do, I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Fred looked shocked, he’d expected her to worry or even try to convince him to stay. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t go if you didn’t want me to.”

She smiled up at him. The loving look in her eyes melted his worries and filled him with relief. “I’ll miss you, obviously. But we can send letters and then once I’m done with school I can come help out if you and George’ll have me. I think you’ll do an excellent job and I’m excited for you.”

“What is a girl as wonderful as you doing with a bloke like me? Merlin, I love you so much.”

Fred’s lips were back on hers before she could return the sentiment.

~ ~ ~

They walked back up towards the castle, their path illuminated by the moon. Their hands were intertwined again, but their bodies were too close together for their hands to swing like they had when the sun was still out. [y/n]’s free hand wandered to the locket on her chest again, still in disbelief that it was truly hers now.

“I still can’t believe you spent all your savings on me…” She said quietly, half hoping that Fred wouldn’t hear her.

His hand tightened around hers, “I wanted to give you something beautiful.” Then he shrugged playfully and added, “Plus, it wasn’t all my savings.”

[y/n] was relieved, “Oh? So what are you going to do with the rest?”

Fred hummed, taking a moment to choose his next words carefully. [y/n] looked up at him to see a grin wash over his face as he spoke, “I’m saving that… for the future.”

She rolled her eyes, disappointed but not surprised by his answer. They took another few steps and [y/n]’s gaze was back on the path before Fred spoke again, his voice low, “... for our future.”

[y/n] felt a blush warm her cheeks under the cool night air. Fred looked down at her to watch a range of emotions flood her face. She looked like she was about to laugh and cry all at once.

~ ~ ~

Less than a month later, [y/n] watched Fred and George Weasley soar across the sky above Hogwarts. They were surrounded by fireworks and the sound of cheering students. When George spotted her in the crowd, he gave her a cheerful wave and called out to Fred. His eyes locked on hers, even from so far away, and he blew her an exaggerated kiss before the brothers turned to head off on their new adventure.

They hadn’t explicitly told [y/n] that they were planning to leave that day, but she’d known. She’d known because George had spent the day before studying with her in the library—even though he was subtly studying from a finance textbook that definitely wouldn’t help him on his Transfiguration exam. She’d known because both boys had given her some of their old clothes they’d found as they went through their trunks the night before, so now she had a cool pair of corduroy slacks and some soft-from-wear t-shirts to remember them by. And she’d known from the way Fred had kissed her that morning before her exam. The kiss was warm and needy and especially fiery. And, when Fred pulled away, [y/n] could see the sadness in his eyes.

[y/n] quietly watched the Weasley “W” fade from the air as the other students began to head back inside. Once there was no longer any evidence that there were ever any fireworks in the sky, [y/n]’s hand found the locket again. She was shaken from her trance when she realized she’d never opened it. Guilt washed over her as she wondered if Fred would have wanted to see her reaction to whatever was inside, and then she felt worried that maybe nothing was inside. Shakily, she pulled the necklace so she could see the dangling piece of silver and opened the locket.

Inside was a picture she’d forgotten even existed. [y/n] was standing beside Fred on the castle steps outside the Yule Ball. He had on a smart suit and her hair fell delicately on her shoulders. Fred’s arm was draped around her in the loose way it did before they started dating. She remembered that George was behind the camera, and she and Fred were laughing at something he’d said. As they laughed in the photo, Fred’s arm tightened and pulled [y/n] closer to him. She could still remember the butterflies in her stomach as he did so too. [y/n] felt tears prick her eyes as she watched the two of them in the locket. Out of all the photos and memories she and Fred had, he had chosen this one for her to wear around her neck. He’d picked a photo that was taken only a couple hours before he’d nervously admitted that he fancied her and she'd first felt his soft lips on hers.

She closed the locket gently and refused to let the tears fall from her eyes as she walked back into the castle. [y/n] traipsed through the mess in the Great Hall corridor and her eyes fell on one of the only Educational Decrees still mostly intact on the floor. Her eyes lit up as she read it, and immediately she picked it up, knowing exactly where it belonged.

~ ~ ~

[y/n] knocked on the door of the Weasley twins’ shop, a brown paper package clutched nervously in her hand and the silver locket hung dutifully around her neck. Fred opened the door and pulled her into a tight embrace.

“What’s this?” Fred gestured to the package as he led her inside. George was painting one of the shelves on the wall on the floor above them and gave [y/n] a wide grin before rushing down for his own hug.

[y/n] told Fred and George about the day they'd left. She told Fred about how she’d opened the locket just after he’d left and how touched she’d been. Then she told them about how she’d found an Educational Decree only slightly frayed by the chaos, and how she’d framed it as a good-luck gift for their shop.

The look in Fred’s eyes as she spoke was distant, he was so overjoyed to be reunited with the love of his life that he barely even registered the fact that she’d omitted which Decree she’d found.

“What’s it say?” George asked, and [y/n] handed the package to him. She looked at Fred, expecting him to watch his brother open their gift, but instead saw the soft look in his eyes, which were fixed on her. [y/n] beamed and came to stand closer to him as he turned to see George pull out the orange frame.

George’s face lit up as he read the words on the paper, “Oi, this is perfect!” Then he turned it for Fred to see. [y/n] looked up at her boyfriend and watched a cheeky smile spread across his face. He looked down at her in disbelief as George propped up the frame on the check-out counter.

Fred shook his head and kissed his girlfriend’s forehead excitedly, “What would I do without you…”

[y/n]’s hand pressed to her chest, atop her locket, as Fred leaned across her to re-examine the rule Umbridge had put into place back at Hogwarts.

“Educational Decree Number 30 - ALL WEASLEY PRODUCTS WILL BE BANNED IMMEDIATELY.”

[beelsnack]

Henlo!!! Just wanted to request MC getting surprised by the demon bros in the human realm! The bros miss MC a lot so they just surprise them and hang out for a bit :) it can be HCs! Thank you and I love ya work ❤️

Henlo!! Get ready for some fluff, my dudes.

I don’t know why, but this seemed better as short little headcanons as opposed to my usual scenarios.

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Lucifer

- He had expressly forbade any of his brothers from going up to the human world, because “they needed time to readjust.”

- But apparently Pridey McPrideface is exempt from his own rules.

- He does his research. If the human still lives with their parents or has roommates, he picks a night when they are home alone.This night is reserved for the two of them, and he will eviscerate anyone who gets in the way.

- Honestly, he wants to do some sort of grand entrance, but in the end, he simply knocks on the door.

- “Hello, my dear,” he takes their hand and kisses their knuckles. “I’ve missed you.”

- “Lucifer!” they tackle him with a hug strong enough to knock over a lesser demon. In his peripheral, Lucifer sees a neighbor stick their head out of the door and look around with a confused look.

- “You have nosy neighbors, I see.”

“Well, I mean, I did just scream ‘Lucifer...’”

“Perhaps we should go inside before someone calls a priest?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

- The two of them spend the night in their living room, just talking. They ask if he wants to go out somewhere, but he declines.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve been in centuries. I’m perfectly satisfied with staying in with you.”

- He hadn’t intended to stay the night, but it was near impossible to resist the offer. And that would end up being his downfall.

- He had forgotten about that stupid game that his brothers and the human liked to play, where they got pictures of each other sleeping. And, just as he couldn’t resist the temptation to spend the night with them, they couldn’t resist the temptation to steal a picture while he slept.

- When he arrived back at the House of Lamentation, all six of his brothers were waiting for him in the entrance hall.

- “So, where ya been, Luci?” Mammon sneered. “Ya couldn’t have possibly snuck off to visit the human after makin’ damn sure you told us not to do that, now could ya?”

“It’s not like our dear eldest brother to do something so hypocritical.” Satan said coolly, regarding Lucifer with a raised eyebrow.

“...I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.” Lucifer huffed.

“’Hey guys! How many points is a sleeping Lucifer worth?’” Levi turned his phone around to show Lucifer a picture of his own sleeping face, with the human’s laughing eyes just poking out from the bottom corner.

“...Oh.”

He wasn’t living this one down for a while.

Mammon

- This sneaky little bastard straight up just climbs into their room in the middle of the night.

- You know, like he DIDN’T live in a completely different realm.

- The human damn near punches him in the face when he wakes them up.

- “Mammon, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“Visiting, what’s it look like?”

“To my neighbors, probably breaking and entering.”

- They should kick him out, all they have to do is issue a pact command. But Mammon looks at them with his sad blue eyes and they just can’t bring themself to do it.

- “I got so used to ya...y’know...sleeping next to me.” he shuffled around like a kid waiting to get scolded. “It’s hard to fall asleep when ya ain’t there.”

“Shut up and cuddle with me, you big baby.”

- They stay up stupidly late watching vine compilations and talking until they straight up just pass out against each other. They stay like that for the rest of the night.

- And by rest of the night I mean until freaking noon the next day. And the only reason they wake up then is because Lucifer is blowing up Mammon’s phone.

- “Mammon, where are you?”

“If you’re out clubbing, be back at a reasonable hour. If you’re out scheming, don’t come back until you have something to show for it.”

“You better not have passed out in a gutter somewhere. We have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“Mammon, please tell me you didn’t directly disobey an order and go visit the Human Realm.”

Four unread voicemails.

“Welp, you’re fucked.”

“Thanks, human, love you too.”

Leviathan:

- Social anxiety is a bitch and a half, so he just asks if he can come visit.

-Deadass just portals into their living room like “’Sup, I brought games, go get some snacks and get prepared to get rekt.”

- That’s it, that’s the visit.

- They decide to do multiplayer vs some other humans and they wipe the floor with them.

- “Eat it, normies, I’M the one playing with a hot person! Have fun in your moms’ basements!”

“Pot meet kettle, Levi.”

“I don’t live in a basement, though!”

“Fair point. Boom, headshot!”

- Levi manages to sleep over without repercussions solely because nobody is surprised if he doesn’t show up somewhere.

Satan

- Makes direct eye contact with Lucifer as he leaves the House of Lamentation and goes “Don’t wait up.”

-Times his surprise visit so he’s made himself comfortable with a book and a cup of coffee when they get home.

- They brought a friend over to study or whatever. The human sees him in the middle of the living room and just screeches “Satan, what the fuck?”

-The friend is like “Aight imma head out.” And like goes into witness protection.

- Satan comes bearing gifts of the newest installments of Devildom book series’ and a recording of the episodes of the crime dramas that they need to catch up on.

- They pause between each episode to talk theories even though Satan already knows what happens. Both of them feel proud of the human when they figure it out.

- Mammon texts Satan in the middle of the night in absolute terror.

Mammon: Satan you get your ass back to the Devildom right now!

Satan: Why?

Mammon: Because Lucifer is about to rip a hole through the dimensions to drag you back here!

Satan: That sounds like a Lucifer problem.

Mammon: It’s about to be a Three Realms problem!

- Read 2:09 AM

Asmodeus

- He just tells Lucifer he’s going to visit Solomon.

- And makes sure to tell him that if Lucifer decides to interrupt him, he will gladly let him listen to all of the naughty things they’re going to be doing.

- And Lucifer just straight up doesn’t want to deal with his shit so he lets it go.

- The human comes home to see Asmo stretched out on their bed scrolling through Devilgram.

- “Ugh, finally! You took forever!”

“Asmo? What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was planning on seducing you, but I absolutely refuse to have sex on a bed that moans louder than I do.”

- They go on a cute little cafe date and Asmo insists on going to all of the high-end fashion stores.

- “Devildom fashion trends always seem a few decades behind the human world. Honestly, it wasn’t until about five years ago that I could find a skirt above my knees! You would think a Realm full of sin and vice would be a little more up-to-date with provocative attire.”

- FASHION. SHOW.

-They spend an absurd amount of time trying on tacky jewelry and roasting it via Snapchat. Like, the employee showed up on Asmo’s story as they were kicking them out.

- They buy a bottle of liquor on their way back to the human’s place, get absolutely smashed and, depending on your preference, either have the giggliest sex ever or watch stupid beauty hack videos. Maybe both. Actually, definitely both.

- The next morning, Asmo does an Inter-dimensional Walk of Shame and no one is surprised.

Beelzebub

- Was going to lie about where he was going but felt guilty about it.

- So he just didn’t tell anyone.

-Knocks on the human’s door and immediately gives them the biggest bear hug.

- “I missed you, so I came to visit. That’s okay, right?”

- Beel wants to go out to eat, but the human flat out says no because they can’t afford to wine and dine the Avatar of Gluttony.

- They compromise by buying a crapton of snacks at the grocery store.

- Cashier: Must be a big party you’re having.

Human, grabbing a family size bag of chips out of Beel’s hand without even turning to look at him: Yup.

- They make themselves a blanket fort in their living room, watching movies and eating way too many snacks. Beel asks them questions about their family and their life up there. If the human has photos, he wants to see all of them.

-The human falls asleep mid-movie, slumping against his shoulder. Beel picks them up and tucks them into bed, planning on leaving to let them rest before they sleepily ask him to spend the night.

Belphegor

- Convinces Mammon to cover for him.

- Does this by going “Please, Big Brother?” and Mammon caves almost immediately.

- Pops into the human’s bedroom in the early hours of the morning and wiggles into bed with them.

- “Why am I not surprised?”

“Missed you too.”

- Human just accepts the snuggles and goes back to sleep. Belphie makes sure they have good dreams.

- If they have work or school, Belphie convinces them to call in sick and spend the day with him.

- Lots of naps and sleepy kisses. The chillest day ever.

- The human feels so relaxed that they almost convince Belphie to stay another night, and Belphie almost agrees.

- But Mammon’s ability to bullshit will only last so long, and Belphie knows he needs to go back before someone notices that his “afternoon nap” was going on 14 hours.

- “Come see me in my dreams, okay?”

[aquatik]

Hello vale <3 May I request a Kuroo scenario where he jokes about wanting to spend time with his s/o so they have a “girls” day together with a at home spa and etc 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 and I would find it cute if you also wrote the scenario for one of your comfort characters too but you don’t have too! Well 🥺 thank you sm vale. Love ya -🛸

“girls” night spa hcs with kuroo, sugawara, and yaku

pairings - tetsuro kuroo x reader, koushi sugawara x reader, morisuke yaku x reader

word count - 1600

genere - fluff

fem!reader

warnings - none <3

under the cut since these got long

Tetsuro Kuroo

so you guys are hanging out, after volleyball. you were watching those old youtube videos of like vlog-style/ expectation vs. reality type of thing

the good ole’ days

anyways

kuroo was scrolling on instagram to see one of your friends had posted a throwback to one of your sleepovers on her private. you guys had on face masks and a hair mask on the picture

“baaabe?”

“yes suro?”

“when was this?”

“ooh, i remember! that was months ago. haven’t had one in a while.”

“let’s do it.”

“wait what-”

in all honesty, you couldn’t say no. what was the worst that could happen? it could actually be fun

you guys go to the store and purchase everything you need. surprisingly, kuroo actually knew what to get

well, could you be surprised? man knows everything about chemistry, it’s no surprise he knows his way around what’s good for your skin

“suro how do you-”

“don’t question it.”

you took initiative on the hair care products since that’s self-explanatory-

as you were about to pay he smacks your hand and pays for himself

like, sir ???

anyways

you guys head back and start the spa night

you both took turns in applying everything on each other, you make sure to scrub that hair mask well into his hair to at least make sure he’s a healthy rooster head

“did you just purr?”

“wouldn’t you like to know.”

you guys post a lot on instagram and snapchat.

the team group chat going off:

kenma just said kuroo looks stupid with his hair flat. lev was accusing kuroo of cutting his head off since he looked shorter, yaku was yelling at lev. kai was just telling you guys to have fun, and yamamoto was sobbing, saying how kuroo doesn’t know how lucky he is.

for sure at one point you guys went to scare kenma.

like kuroo has a key so you guys snuck into kenma’s house

you were just sitting on the couch, recording

kuroo turned his wifi off so kenma got up to go fix it

“was the cord too heavy..?”

“surprise pudding head”

“what the fuck-“

and kenma grabs a pillow and full-on throws kuroo to the ground.

like

sir-

where that strength coming from?

“KENMA MY FACE MASK-“

“WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE? I JUST GOT DISCONNECTED FROM AN AMONG US GAME! YOU ASS!”

“MY FACE!”

now you have a great video

overall you both really enjoyed the little spa night, promising to do them more often.

on the plus side, kuroo had really soft rooster hair. you had succeeded.

Koushi Sugawara

okay so you being the supportive girlfriend that you are, you attended their volleyball practice. you just so happened to have finished a really difficult assignment a while ago but you were still exhausted

coach ukai gave them a break before they started individual practice. being the loving boyfriend sugawara is, he immediately ran over to you

he was too busy practicing earlier to see you stressing over the now completed assignment. even though that assignment was taking up your time, you managed to multi-task and do both the assignment and watch them

“hi my love, did you see the- woah hey, what’s wrong?”

“huh? oh, nothing. i was just working on the assignment that i mentioned to you earlier. but yeah, i saw the play you guys are doing great. you're going to practice the synchronized attack later right?”

“well- i mean yeah but you should have been paying attention to your work.”

“nah it’s fine, i got it done anyways.”

“spa night.”

“what”

“you heard me. spa night. your sleeping over tonight and staying the weekend so it’s fine. i will not tolerate this stress in you, plus it will be fun!’

“you know, you could use one too.”

“well, then more reason to do it right?”

dammit, he’s convincing.

so after practice, you guys make it on your merry little way to the store and bought everything

no really

everything.

any mask you started reading: in the cart.

any facial cleanser? consider it bought.

face serum? you got it

oh and snacks. lots of snacks.

mans didn’t even let you pay

you knew this would happen so you sneaked and bought something and just hid them in your bag

so you know you guys are spamming your feeds everywhere. tiktok, snapchat, instagram, twitter you name it

you guys took a couple of pictures with your face masks on

since you had to wait a while for the face mask to set, you guys were going to watch something while eating

but no you had other plans

“no put the controller down.”

“what why?”

“because.”

you pull out a manicure kit, you had hidden this from suga

“i’ve gotta make sure my favorite setter has well-taken care nails. wouldn’t want an injury to happen.”

“...”

“kou?”

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too kou”

so you guys take turns feeding each other little snacks while doing suga’s hands. standing up to wash the masks off then continuing where you left off.

the whole time you guys would talk about anything so it was a nice time

once your done he thanks you and kisses your nose

i love him if you can’t tell

you guys definitely have more of these in the future.

you guys used one of the pictures you took together and now have matching profiles, you having sugawara as the profile picture and him having you.

morisuke yaku

you being nekoma’s unofficial but at this point you are the manager you always go to every practice, game, you name it

so you get to see your lovely libero boyfriend practice

and also becoming the mom of the team

oh and let’s mention lev

he’s a great boy, he has potential but does he strike a nerve at yaku sometimes

it seems more recently the team has been pushing these said strikes

while thinking of ways you could help him de-stress, you look up to him smiling at you, only for it to turn to yelling at lev

“what are you thinking about bab- LEV SHUT UP!”

“hmm, i got it!”

“what?”

you point at him and he’s like ???

“you. me. spa night when we get to your house.”

“what- i mean i’m not opposed to it but any reason why? are you okay?

this man doesn’t even realize-

anyways

you take his water bottle he was drinking from and he goes back to practice

you see him working hard, getting his receives, and digs to near perfection. you can’t help but notice how red his arms are getting. more red than usual.

you made a mental note of them and to remember to purchase something at the store later.

after practice ends you guys go to the nearest store and buy everything you need. getting some snacks, face masks, etc.

he goes to the other side of the store to see if he can find any athletic tape and you take your opportunity.

you go into the aisle, pick up the items run to pay, hide them, and boom mission complete.

he comes back with the tape and he doesn’t let you pay

like wtf square up

but it’s fine he kisses you when guys leave the store since he can feel the anger seeping from you

mad —> happy

you guys get back and he throws a hoodie on you, the typical routine.

he’s actually really excited to be doing this! he’s been wanting to do this with you for a while but didn’t know how to bring it up. plus poor baby needed to relax.

“baby let’s do this one!”

“wait mori we need to do this one first”

“oh”

pouty baby

you have your masks on now, waiting for them to set. you pull out a nail file to smoothen out a nail that had chipped in the corner.

“are we doing nails?”

“nope”

”aww”

“oh wait, mori roll your sleeves up”

huh? okay..”

you pull out some massage oil and lotion, the two things you went in search of at the store.

“i’ve seen your arms mori, let me do this.”

“truth be told, i got the tape for that reason.”

you get to work, massaging the arms of the nekoma setter. the pent up stress he had was now gone, due to the fact he was talking to you about it and you massaging his arms.

after you finished, you both wanted to go pick up some food. so you guys head out.

only one thing

you forgot to take the masks off.

“wait mori-“

“oh shit”

“oh well”

so the two of you chaotic people just went to get the food with your face masks on.

before that you guys took pictures

you get to the place you guys wanted to get food from and low and behold:

most of the team is there.

“YAKKUN WHAT ARE YOU DOING”

“SHUT UP ROOSTER HEAD”

“YAKU-SAN IS DYING!”

“lev it’s just a face mask he will live”

“YAKU YOU LUCKY LITTLE-“

“i think they are adorable”

“KAI WE ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE FUN OF HIM”

“oops”

you guys get your food then r a n

he kisses temple as you both walk out of the food place

please i love him

his arms are feeling so much better! he no longer needs the tape.

it became a silent agreement that more arm massages and more spa nights would take hold in the future.

these were so cute to write i love them-

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[leoneslover]

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ❥

⊳ Now playing: my coming of age movie

TW: mentions of kidnapping (in a joking way dw)

— You sped up your pace, walking alone at three in the morning wasn’t necessarily one of your favorite activities.

You could feel a whole bunch of emotions bottling up in your chest as you made your way through the empty streets of your neighborhood. The anxiety of walking in the dark, the excitement for finally going on the night adventure that you always dreamed of, the fear of your parents finding out that you snuck out to meet up with a completely random stranger, the actual fear of said stranger being nothing like you thought he was. There was just so much going on in your head at the moment that made the whole thing ten times more intense than usual.

But before you could develop this feelings into overthinking mode, you noticed the lanky silhouette of the setter in the distance. You slowed your pace, nervously walking towards him. He was standing against a lamppost, one hand in his pocket and the other absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. As you got closer, you noticed two things. One, he dressed up a little bit for the occasion. And two, the warm light made nice highlights in his silver hair.

“Boo” you jumped into the light after silently walking up to him, making him actually jump in his place.

“Goddamit, don’t do that” he lightly laughed, clutching a hand to his chest.

“If I was a robber or something you’d be damned now” you pointed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, and if I was a kidnapper or something you’d be damned now too I think” he snorted, but quickly looked up to you with a nervous expression. “Sorry that wasn’t funny, it was kinda insensitive”.

“Yeah, and if I was a kidnapper or something you’d be damned now too I think” he snorted, but quickly looked up to you with a nervous expression. “Sorry that wasn’t funny, it was kinda insensitive”.

“Don’t worry it’s fine, it was kinda funny. Besides, I already told a friend of mine where I’m going, so if someone was to be damned, it’ll be you regardless” you brushed it off with a smile, laughing slightly as you walked a little bit more into the light so he could see you properly, “so anyways, hi”.

“Hi” he smiled, and you’d be lying if you said that your heart didn’t do a flip when he dedicated such a bright smile to you. “Have you thought were are going yet? Or are you one of those ‘let’s see where the path takes us~’ kinda person”.

You laughed, fixing your bag slightly. “Actually, I did thought of something... it’s kinda lame and simple but I couldn’t really think of some-“

“If you planned it then it’s not gonna be lame” he interrupted you with the same smile, sliding his phone into his pocket, “let’s go”.

You looked up at him for a second, slightly taken aback, but looked away quickly and started walking, him following right beside you. For once, you were actually glad for the lack of sunlight, since the dark seemed to hide your flustered expression. Turns out he was even cuter in person and close up, and if you add in his nice personality, great fashion choice (even at three in the morning), and actual funny jokes, it felt like you really hit the jackpot; even tho you barely knew him.

“You haven’t told me where are we going” he broke the silence.

“Oh, right” you tried not to sound startled, feeling your face heat up already. You cleared your throat, “well, I thought we could go to this store to buy some snacks and then go and chill out for a while at this spot I know”.

“Sounds pretty good” he nodded, approving. And you had to bite back a smile.

You walked in silence, side by side on the empty streets. And surprisingly, the silence wasn’t awkward at all. You shook your head, you barely knew him, yet there was something about him that made you feel at ease, like if you knew each other all your life. You frowned, remembering what an old relative of yours told you a while back about the time they met their soulmate. Why were you remembering that now? You shook your head again, and before you noticed, you were now standing outside the small convenience store that you already knew by heart from the amount of times you’ve been there with Tooru before.

“Here we are” you stood outside the door, hesitating to go in yet.

“Mhm” he nodded, giving a few steps forward to the store, but he stopped when he noticed you weren’t following, “you’re not coming?”.

“Oh, yeah, it’s just...” you took a deep breath, knowing that what you were about to say was stupid, “one of my friends works here and I’ve never really been here with anyone except for Toto... I mean, Tooru, and... I don’t know...”

He snorted, making you look at him. The bright light from the inside of the store gave his hair a really nice color. You blinked, weakly attempting to focus, specially since he was talking to you now.

“Well it’s not like you’re gonna introduce me to your parents or something” he walked until he was standing right in front of you, “we’re just gonna grab some snacks and go, c’mon”.

And before you noticed, he was grabbing your wrist and walking towards the store. His touch was soft, way too soft, specially since he was basically dragging you into the small building. The automatic doors slided open, and Suga pushed you both into the store before you had time to snatch your hand out of his.

Your alerted gaze immediately flew to the counter to your right, locking eyes with Makki, who looked up from his phone to see who dared to interrupt his peaceful late night shift. His gaze went from yours to your hands and then back to your eyes, his brows raising slightly and a small smirk curling up his lips. You shot him a menacing glare before snatching your wrist out of Suga’s grip, which he didn’t seem mind. And as you approached the back of the store to grab some drinks, you swore you could see him fighting back his laughter.

You grabbed a couple of drinks and a bunch of snacks, the only thing keeping the silence from being too awkward was the awful music choice in the background, courtesy of your best friend of course. You knew you were probably overreacting, I mean, its just Makki, he had seen you doing worse things than this, way worse than this. And even so, there was nothing wrong with what you were doing; you were just buying snacks with a pretty guy, that’s all. But at the same time, you knew him well. And as you walked towards the counter to pay, you realized that the reason you were so nervous wasn’t because of you and Suga, rather because you didn’t know what shitty awful joke your best friend could do or say at some point.

“Ahh, (y/n), what a pleasant surprise, visiting me at work” he smirked, not bothering to pick your stuff just yet, “are you gonna stay to keep me company?”.

“Shut up Makki” you pushed the snacks his way, wanting nothing more than for this to be over before your friend could embarrass you in any way.

“You’re such an awful friend” he faked being hurt, lazily picking up the bags to scan them, before directing his gaze towards your date, “You should ran away while you can man, she’s the worst I’m telling ya”.

“Makki!” You scolded him, eyeing Suga from the corner of your eye.

The setter, however, seemed to be enjoying the interaction way too much, snorting at Makki’s commentary and nodding.

“Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep it in mind” he carried on the joke, placing his hands in his pockets as Makki smirked approvingly.

“She’s probably making you pay right? That broke bitch” he said, ignoring you completely, “y’know what, since I pity you for having to put up with her, I’ll give you a discount and a little gift, how bout that?”.

“How nice of you man, thanks” He said, handing Makki the money as he threw your stuff in a plastic bag.

“No biggie, oh I’m Hanamaki by the way, but you can call me Makki” he introduced himself, turning around to pick something up from the shelf behind him.

“Sugawara, you can call me Suga” he said, picking up the bag and handing it to you as you stared, watching both boys in shock and slight annoyance.

“You’re from Karasuno right?” Makki asked, shuffling with some stuff from the shelf, adding without waiting for a response, “man your team is pretty good I’ll give you that, I thought we were gonna absolutely demolish you but no. Hehe, I’ve never seen Oikawa so pissed, it was so fucking funny, right (y/n)?”.

You opened your mouth to respond, finally giving you the chance to cut him off. But before anything could come out of your mouth, Makki turned back around, handing Suga a bunch of condoms of different sizes. Your eyes widened as you stared at your friend in utter shock.

“Here, I don’t know what size are you, and I don’t wanna know either, as well as I don’t want this bitch crying in a few weeks so” he brushed it off with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself.

Suga snorted, finding the situation rather amusing. Even tho you could feel yourself growing embarrassed at your friend’s actions.

“Thanks man, i appreciate it” the setter tried to hold back his laughter, grabbing the condoms and throwing them in the plastic bag that you were holding.

“Oh it’s nothing” your friend leaned back to sit on a chair behind him, “well you better get going, I don’t want to keep you from your awesome night so go, shoo”. He gestured you both to the doors.

“Fine fine, nice to meet you Makki” Suga grabbed you softly by the wrist again, guiding you to the exit of the shop.

“Nice to meet you too man, see ya” Makki waved from his seat, giggling to himself as Suga pushed you out of the shop.

It wasn’t until you were at the corner of the street that you finally realized what just happened and regained the ability to talk. You punched the setter lightly on his side, clearly annoyed.

“Why did you do that!?” You silently screamed, aware that it was late at night and you were on the streets, “You should have cut him off, or tell him to fuck off. Oh my god he’s such an idiot I’m gonna fucking kill him”.

Suga, however, finally stopped holding back his laughter. You turned to look at him, laughing his ass off at your reaction while you stared, annoyed. You could feel the corners of your mouth twitching, wanting to laugh as well, but you weren’t gonna give in that easy, it didn’t matter how contagious the setter’s laugh was, or how cute he looked gripping at his tummy to try to get a hold of himself as he absolutely lose it in the middle of the night. You were still annoyed at your friend, even tho he was nice enough to give you a discount at least.

“I- I’m sorry” Suga finally spoke, breathing heavily and still giggling to himself, “but it was too funny... your reaction”, another fit of laughter interrupted him.

“Whatever, let’s keep going in getting hungry” you brushed it off, smiling to yourself as you turned around, not waiting for him to catch up as you made your way through the night, thanking the poor lightning again for hiding your smile.

Soon enough you reached your destination. In a park not too far from your house, there was an average bridge that crossed over a small pond, but beneath it, there was a perfect dry spot right in between the bridge and the pond. Like a tiny coast that always remained dry and that both you and your friends kept relatively clean since Iwa found it a few years back.

“Nice” Suga commented as you sat down, throwing your bag next to you, “when did you find this?”.

“Iwa-chan found it a while back, when he was a kid I think” you commented, grabbing a drink from the plastic bag and opening it, “and Tooru brought me here once last year, he told he not to tell anyone and to use it wisely or sum, but I never really had anyone to bring here so I thought it was a little useless, well, until now”.

You laughed lightly, taking a sip from the drink. You didn’t miss how Suga pressed his mouth in a thin line at the mention of your best friend.

“You and Oikawa are pretty close, aren’t you?” He questioned, opening a bag of chips without looking at you.

“Well, yeah” you frowned lightly, “we’ve been friends for a while, and we’re almost neighbors so I’ve known him since, forever kinda”.

Suga nodded, offering you the bag to grab some snacks. A comfortable silence fell in between you two, and a tiny voice whispering the word soulmate came back in your mind, but once again you pushed it away, focusing on the moment. You put your drink down, grabbing the plastic bag and rummaging through it.

“Ugh, I told him to stop giving me these, they’re bad for the environment” You complained, gesturing the bag.

“Yeah, that’s why I always carry my stuff in my hands, or bring a tote bag or something” Suga commented, giving another sip to his drink.

“Man, tote bags are the fucking best” you said, but suddendly you fell silent. Your hands made contact with the bunch of condoms that your friend gave to you earlier, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you from head to toe again.

“Are you alright?” The setter noticed, a worried frown taking over his features.

“Yeah yeah, it’s nothing” you brushed it off, feeling the heat rise up in your face.

The rest of the night passed almost in a rush. Talking about everything and nothing at the same time, discussing about which was the best meme of the generation and later on debating about the afterlife. You found out that he enjoyed scaring his little brother with the horror movies he was obsessed with at the moment, even though it earned him a rant from his mom later on, he swore it was worth it. He found out that you had a weird addiction with Sanrio characters since you were a kid. You also found out that he had a very high tolerance to spicy food, specially since half of the snacks he picked up were spicy as hell.

And by the time you finished off your food and got out from beneath the bridge, you realized it was already around 6am, and the sun was rising up in the distance. Sharing a blanket that you brought with you to keep you from the cold blow of the early morning, you stood on top of the bridge, watching the sunrise in a complete comfortable silence, occasionally interrupted by a bird chirping in the background.

Your eyelids were getting heavier from the all nighter, and you couldn’t help but rest your head on his shoulder, sighing as the golden light from the early sunlight bathed the scene with its warm tone. He smiled to himself, the tingling in his stomach growing stronger as he rested his head on top of yours, the sweet scent of your hair filling up his nostrils. He blushed lightly, thanking that you couldn’t really see him before he spoke.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home”.

And so he did. You walked side by side through the middle of the empty road, even though he insisted on walking on the sidewalk, he gave in since you said it ‘added to the experience’.

Your hands brushed against each other as you walked, but none of you dared to grab the other, the fact that you were sharing a blanket had both of you flustered enough already. And when you leaned your head into his shoulder again as you pointed at little funfacts about your neighbourhood, he had to physically restrain himself from kissing you right there and then.

“That’s Tooru’s house, and this is my house” you said sleepily, a yawn cutting you off.

“I like your house, it looks nice” he commented. You were both standing outside, none wanting to say goodbye just yet.

“I’ll offer you to stay and take a nap so you don’t have to walk back home just yet, but I don’t think my parents would like that too much” you laughed lightly and he snorted.

“Yeah, maybe one day...” he trailed off, sighing before sliding off the blanket from his shoulder, “well I better get going then, before my parents find out that I’m not home yet”.

“Yeah...” you trailed off, thinking for a second.

You slid the blanket off your shoulders as well, before placing it on his. He stared at you in mild shock, before you got on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for helping me build up my coming of age movie” you laughed lightly before pulling away and almost run to your front door, turning around to wave him off before getting into your house.

He waved back, smiling to himself. It was the second time you left him standing there, just blushing.

❥ Funfact!: When he got back home, Suga was so tired that he fell asleep wrapped up in (y/n)’s blanket without realizing.

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[writing-instead-of-fighting]

I did it!!🎉🎉

10,121 words!

So, as promised, the complete chapter 1 of Sunstruck. (Please be aware that this is unedited and will naturally have mistakes)

Enjoy!!

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Chapter One

    “We hope that you will reconsider,” said the woman with a monotone voice, not looking up from her computer screen. “Please come again soon, and enjoy your day.”

    Honor rolled her eyes, but grabbed the plastic bag from the counter. The next customer stepped up, and the process started all over again.

    She walked out in the crisp autumn air, wishing she had a thicker coat. People surrounded her almost immediately. Everyone was trying to get places. Honor tightened her grip on the plastic bag. 

    Someone bumped into her, and Honor flashed him a middle finger. He didn’t notice, his eyes glued to his phone.

    “Jerk,” Honor mumbled under her breath. She ran a hand through her brown curls, mussing them up. For once, she didn’t care. She didn’t have anyone to impress today.

    The city was bustling, which was perfect for Honor. Cars and buses lined the streets, and people covered nearly every square inch of the sidewalk. Most of the stores were open, and Honor took a chance, following a group of oblivious tourists inside. But, while they ogled the wares, she snatched a couple snack foods from a display and slunk back outside. No use staying longer than she needed to.

    The sun was brighter when she got out of the fourth store, her pockets bulging with snacks. She rubbed a speck off her most ambitious prize: a shiny red apple.

    She rounded the corner to Market Square, taking a bite out of the apple. She savored the taste for a moment, her eyes fluttering shut. Juicy and crisp and delicious. There was a reason apples were her favorite food.

    There was a crowd gathering in Market Square, around the fountain in the middle. Honor had been there many times, splashing in the water or sometimes picking out the wishing coins. If people were going to just throw them in there they deserved to be stolen.

    She stepped closer, seeing a familiar face and tousled red hair standing unusually close to a tall man wearing a hat. She was sure she’d see his hand in the man’s coat pocket if she got any closer.

    “Berlin!” she hissed. The young boy turned around and blinked with wide brown eyes. Honor gestured him over. He sighed, digging his hand out of the man’s pocket and walking over quickly.

    “That was gonna be a good haul!” Berlin complained. “He had a monster of a wallet.”

    “He would’ve noticed,” Honor said with a shrug. “Never go for big wallets.”

    “I could’ve taken it,” he sniffed. She smiled fondly, ruffling his hair. He shoved her away with a huff.

    Berlin and his twin brother, Dexter, had always been a good friend of hers. They had met three years ago, in winter. Honor had been on her way to her shelter when she stumbled across two little redheaded boys in an alley. They were cold, surrounded by snow, and the younger one had a bad cold. She had taken them under her wing, teaching them how to survive on the streets.

    “Do you know why everyone’s gathered?” Honor asked, frowning at all the people.

    Berlin shrugged. “No idea. But I did see a lot of Defenders, and I think Zima Carter and Lowell Mahon were there too.”

    Honor blinked. Zima Carter and Lowell Mahon? “Don’t they, like, never go outside or something?”

    “I don’t know, I’m not an expert.” Berlin shrugged again. “You’d be better off asking the Junior Defender over there.” He pointed through the crowd, and Honor could barely see the grayish blue of the Defender’s uniforms through the people. “He’s kinda cute.”

    She flushed, shoving his arm. “Berlin!”

    He cackled. “What? I’m just speaking the truth here.”

    Honor huffed. “Go find your brother and head to my base, dinner’s on me tonight.” She held up the plastic bag with a triumphant grin, and Berlin’s eyes grew wide.

    “Woah!” he said, “How’d you even- I mean, how’d you-”

    “Took up a couple of odd jobs a few weeks back,” Honor said nonchalantly, understanding what he was trying to ask. “Scraped up enough money to buy some good food. Now go get Dex, I’m going to investigate what’s happening here.”

    Berlin laughed, running off and vanishing into the steadily growing crowd. Dexter must be around somewhere, no doubt stealing something. 

    She sighed, then tightened her grip on the bag and pushed through the throngs of people.

    Like Berlin had said, Lowell Mahon was in the center of the Square, standing on some sort of makeshift stage that they had probably thrown together that morning. Honor imagined going up and kicking it down. That would be fun.

    Lowell cleared his throat, tapping on the end of a megaphone that he clutched in his hand. A screech echoed through the square. Honor, along with several people around her, threw their hands up to cover their ears.

    “Sorry,” Lowell said, the megaphone amplifying his already scratchy voice, sending it booming through all the people. He took a moment to smooth out his equally as scratchy looking salt and pepper beard.

    “Good evening, people of New Richmond!” he said, starting again. Luckily, the mic didn’t protest. “As you probably know, my name is Lowell Mahon, public spokesperson of the Defenders.” He coughed, probably looking for applause in the silence.

    No one clapped. Someone near Honor said bless you.

    Lowell cleared his throat. “Anyway, I am here today on behalf of Commander Theo Miller, with a presentation that I am sure will thrill you all to the core!”

    Honor rolled her eyes. God, this was dumb. It was always the same thing with this guy, this was the same speech he had made last night in California. She had seen it on tv. 

    She turned around, bumping into a guy wearing a hood and sunglasses. “Sorry,” she whispered, brushing past him. She frowned when she was out of sight, rubbing her arm. His skin, even through the jacket he was wearing, was burning hot.

    “We know these are difficult times,” Lowell continued, pacing across the stage, “and I just want you all to know that the Defenders are here for you no matter what challenges you’re going through.”

    Honor snorted. 

    “Now, for our-” he coughed. “Sorry, YOUR entertainment today, we have a very special surprise. Zima, if you will?”

    Zima Carter pushed through a cluster of Defenders, her hand tight on the shoulder of a handcuffed woman. Honor paused, interested. The woman had a bag over her head, and she wondered what the poor woman had done to deserve that treatment.

    The woman was pushed up onto the stage, nearly tumbling into Lowell, who backed up as quick as possible before she could touch him.

    “Get that bag off,” he ordered the closest Defender, who visibly hesitated. Honor moved closer again, her curiosity piqued. 

    “Well?” said Zima firmly, her voice honey smooth, “You heard him. Get the bag off her head.”

    The Defender stepped onto the stage, fidgeting with their thick, blue leather gloves.  Honor watched with baited breath as they tugged the bag off the woman’s head, revealing a shock of bright white hair and a face so pale she looked like a ghost. The woman’s eyes were closed tight.

    The crowd around Honor started mumbling.

    “This,” said Lowell, preening under the crowd’s attention. Honor snorted. She could see why he was the spokesperson, he knew how to work a crowd. “Is Viola Costa.”

    Honor frowned. She recognized the name, she just wasn’t sure where she knew it from. She wracked her brain, trying to remember any details.

    One of the people beside her, a teenager with brown hair and a face speckled with acne, leaned over to his neighbor. “Isn’t that the chick with cancer?”

    His buddy shoved him. “No you idiot, that’s the girl who snuck into Old Richmond a couple weeks ago.”

    “Oh.” The first guy frowned. “I thought they said she died or somethin’. What’s she still doing here?”

    The second guy shrugged. “Who cares. But she doesn’t have long left, she’s obviously Sunstruck.”

    Oh. That was where Honor recognized her from. Viola Costa had been on the news for days last week, each article talking about how she had broken past hundreds of Defender guards and snuck into the Drip site of Old Richmond. Honor hadn’t cared, at the time she was busy working, but now she could marvel at the bravery. Not many people were willing to defy the Defenders, but there had been talk of how they maybe weren’t telling the people everything.

    “As I’m sure you all know, she tried breaking into a Drip site last week. Luckily, the Defenders apprehended her, and brought her into custody.”

    Honor snorted. Now, that was a lie if she’d ever heard one.

    “We have brought her here today to make an example of her.”

    “No!” shouted a new voice. Someone stepped up to the stage, the man Honor had bumped into earlier. His hood was still on, as were his sunglasses, but she could see pale hands shaking in fury by his sides. Viola’s closed eye twitched.

    Lowell paused, bringing the megaphone down. “Excuse me?” he asked. “Who are you?”

    The unknown man ignored him. “No,” he repeated, voice gravelly. “She will not be a pawn in your game.”

    The Defenders around the ring, mixed in with the front row of people, lifted their guns and trained them on the man. Honor could see the little red pinpricks of the lazer targeting pop up on his hoodie. He ignored them and took a step closer to the stage.

    “Let her go,” he said, and Zima started moving forward.

    Viola gasped, opening her eyes, and dropping to her knees.

    They were like nothing Honor had ever seen before. Swirls of orange and yellow and white, with speckles of red all over. Her eyes looked like miniature suns.

    “Leo?” she asked, frantically swinging her head around, trying to find him. “Is that you?”

    “Yes!” shouted the hooded man. “Yes, it’s me!”

    “Where are you?” she asked. “I can’t see you.”

    The hooded man pushed past the Defenders guarding the stage, running up beside Viola and dropping to his knees. Lowell stumbled away, dropping the megaphone in his haste. “I’m here,” he said softly, grabbing her shoulder. “I’m here.”

    His hood dropped, revealing muted, off white hair, just a few shades away from Viola’s. 

    He was Sunstruck too. 

    “What the hell,” whispered Zima. She turned to the crowd of people, waving her hands. “Get out of here!” she yelled. 

    There was an immediate reaction from the people around Honor. They turned, running back to the safety of their houses. Honor didn’t have that luxury.

    She ducked as the Defenders started firing, screaming and covering her ears. The plastic bag went flying off her arm, skidding and bursting in an explosion of food. The noise from the gunshots was deafening, echoing around the square. Across the square, she saw someone else do the same. A small figure. Berlin.

    Then it stopped, and she looked up, slowly uncovering her ears. Berlin disappeared from sight.

    Leo and Viola were standing in the center of the stage, hands interlocked and slightly glowing. Honor blinked. Was she imagining things? People couldn’t just… glow.

    “Stand down,” Viola said, staring unblinking forward. Leo said nothing, his sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

    Lowell snorted. He wasn’t on the stage anymore, he was down on the ground beside Zima. “Why should we?” he shouted. Zima elbowed him in the gut.

    “Shut up!” she hissed.

    “You don’t want to know what we’ll do if you don’t.”

    Honor held her breath, swallowing. Then a hand was placed on her shoulder, and another one over her mouth before she could scream.

    “Don’t scream, please don’t scream!”

    It was the junior Defender from earlier, the one that Berlin had pointed out through the crowd. 

    His eyes were wide and amber colored, like honey, and his dark hair was ruffled. There was a small tear in his uniform that removed the original perfect impression Honor had gotten.

    “Why are you still here?” he whispered, moving his hand off her mouth. “You should have left with the others.”

    Honor shook her head. “I have to find my…” she said, hesitating. “Little brother.” That was basically what Berlin was to her, so it wasn’t exactly a lie.

    He sighed, but nodded. “Okay. That’s fine, we can find him.” He held out a hand. “I’m Cale. Cale Alby.”

    “Honor.” She nodded at him. “I’m pretty sure he’s around here somewhere. I saw him earlier.”

    Cale bit his lip. “We need to avoid the Sunstruck.”

    “You heard her!” yelled Leo as several Defenders moved closer. “She said stand down!”

    “We don’t take orders from a Sunstruck,” Zima said darkly. She waved the soldiers forward.

    Leo looked at Viola, who nodded. He took a deep breath and let go of her hand, stepping off the edge of the stage.

    Honor gasped, not because he fell, but because he didn’t.

    He floated above the ground like a miniature star, glowing and white-hot. She couldn’t tear her eyes away as he tilted his head to the side, a smile flicking across his face. He rubbed his hands together, sparks flying out.

    “So,” Leo said, his sunglasses finally slipping off and falling to the ground. “Who wants to play a little game?”

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[draco-malfoy-imagines]

Title: I promise Warnings: Fluff, Slight cussing Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1,852 Y/H/H - your Hogwarts house Y/N - your name Y/B/F - your best friend Y/C/H - your color hair Y/F/S - your favorite snack Y/F/N - your full name Hey guys!! So this is my first imagine back and I hope you like it! I might be a little rusty but hopefully it still satisfies your Draco needs! I also want to apologize for the user who sent in this request so long ago via direct message for only responding now. Better late than never? I love all of you to bits and hope you enjoy this read!  -s

“I wanna go to forever 21!!!” You said in a whiney voice to Draco who was terrified of the muggle world. “what are you so scared of anyways the people are the same as wizards just without magic…and they use pens instead of quills.” “I just don’t understand why we have to go. Why can't you just buy clothes at a wizard store like everyone else?” You pondered this question, of course you knew why, you wanted jeans that actually fit you and showed off your figure but Draco would just retort with some excuse for not going. “Fine whatever I’ll go by myself.” You said throwing your arms up in the air hoping the guilt trip would work. You swiftly turned and began to head to the Y/H/H common room, “fine” you heard a low voice say in a tone indicating he’d given up, “I’ll go Y/N” you sported a smug smile as you faced him once again, “tomorrow. Noon, meet me in the great hall, no robes.” You gave him a quick kiss then continued on your way, proud of yourself for manipulating the master manipulator. The next day you slipped on your jeans, a plain gray v neck and a pair of converse. Draco always found it odd when you wore jeans or leggings, he was only ever used to seeing girls in high class dresses like his mother, but you preferred a more ordinary look. You walked to the great hall just as the loud chime from the clock signaled it was 12 o’clock. Draco sat at the Slytherin table chatting with Crabbe and Goyle who openly despised you, now probably more than ever. Draco was wearing a full on black suit complete with cuff links and a tie. “You are not wearing that” you said as you walked up, “you look Like a spoiled rich brat especially to muggles.” “whats wrong with this!” He snapped “I think I look good personally.” “never said you didn’t, go and change into the black jeans and white tee shirt I bought you when I visited my parents.”. He didn’t answer audibly but slunk out of his seat and made his way to the dormitories to change, as you waited you took a seat at the Y/H/H table next to Y/B/F. After fifteen or so minutes Draco walked back in wearing the clothes you’d bought him and he looked damn good if you say so yourself. It showed off his personality quite well with the slight bad boy aesthetic going on, you gave yourself a silent pat on the back for your choices. You giddily strode over to him and took his hand, overjoyed to finally get to show him the world you’d grown up in. “You look like an utter twat!” You heard Crabbe holler as you left the great hall to the front entrance of the school, you merely put your middle finger up over your shoulder and continued walking out. Professor Dumbledore gave you an approving nod as you walked by, he’d always supported you and Draco and praised you for saving him from becoming his father or worse, which is why he’d helped get you the go ahead to apparate on weekends between 11am and 9 pm from the ministry. You walked with Draco to the front lawn then turned to him “you ready” you gleefully asked him with a grin plastered on your face, “as ready as I'll ever be” you nodded and you apparated to the leaky caldron in London where no one would find two people appearing out of nothing suspicious. As your feet touched the ground everything came into view and you couldn’t help but be proud, last time you apparated you landed on a flight of stairs and promptly fell down them. “Lets get goin’! We can't waste daylight boy!” You practically yelled as you led him out the door and onto the streets of London which he’d only ever been on briefly. “ok so I want to go to forever 21, the London Eye and a grocery store to get snacks I’ve been missing!” “o-ok” Draco replied hesitantly, clearly feeling overwhelmed. You stepped in front of him and placed a soft reassuring kiss on his lips, “You'll be ok, just put your wand in your coat pocket, muggles are staring because you look like a loon with a stick” he let out a slight chuckle and tucked his wand into a pocket. You headed towards the London Eye which Draco was amazed by, asking questions that sounded silly to someone who’d been exposed to this world their whole life such as“how do those stay up there without magic?”, “why aren’t these people scared?” and “how did they build this without levitating?” As you stood in line you answered all his questions trying to not go too in depth and prompt even more. When you arrived at the front you asked for your own cart and luckily the line wasn’t too long and through gridded teeth the plump man running it waved you on. As you went around the ferris wheel you pointed out the sights to Draco and he stared in wonderment like a small child. When you stopped at the top his knees lurched, “why’d we stop?” He asked with a glimmer of fear in his eyes, “so the man can load the other cars, I promise its ok.” He nodded slowly and you jumped up “lets take a picture!” You excitedly exclaimed, you took out your phone and ushered him over, he’d of course seen your cell phone before but it still baffled him, he just had stopped asking questions. You took a selfie, you both smiling into the camera with the London skyline in the back, and then one of you kissing although your Y/C/H hair got in the way and had to be brushed behind your ear more than once. When you arrived back at the bottom Draco was grinning ear to ear, “We have to do that again sometime!” He exclaimed, you let out a small giggle and nodded to continue your day in the city. You stopped at forever 21 where you tried on too many clothes and bought too many as Draco sat with the other boyfriends looking bored out of their minds. Then went to the nearest grocery store to pick up your favorite treats you’d missed so dearly, chips, instant noodles, Y/F/S/ and more. The sky was beginning to darken signaling you needed to head back to the castle. You stuffed everything you’d bought into your bag that you’d charmed to fit everything, you didn’t want other people seeing you had special privileges of course, and took Draco’s hand back to the leaky caldron which was now only populated with a few witches and wizards. You turned to him ready to apparate when he grabbed your hand, “wait, I know Crabbe and Goyle make fun of me and us but I truly had a great time today and they should be jealous. I have the best girl out there, I love you Y/F/N, and no one could ever change that.” You quickly hugged him catching him off guard as he’d been looking at the floor. “i love you too Draco, thank you” you whispered in his ear, he snuggled his head into your neck and then broke away to kiss you. Draco scarcely said I love you even though you’d been together quite some time, after all his whole life he’d been taught to suppress his emotions. After the kiss and all the butterflies in your tummy had stopped flying around you apparated back to Hogwarts. Almost as soon as you arrived back Draco’s owl dropped a letter to him. He looked at it with a puzzled expression on his face, “what is it?” You asked him, “a Howler.. from my father” he responded dully his platinum hair falling in his eyes. “Come with me, I know a place no one will hear it and we can open it together” you proposed taking his hand, “No. I don’t want you hearing what he’s going to say about you and your world. I know my mother loves you and supports us but my father doesn’t feel the same.” you knew he was right and you probably didn’t want to hear what his father was going to say but you had to be there for him and you knew it. “I'll be ok,  come on”, You took his hand and lead him to a far corner of the castle that Y/H/H had long time used when they needed a break from people in general. “Go stand around the corner, I want to do this alone”, You nodded and did as he said standing around the corner your back against an icy cold stone wall as you sunk to the floor. You listened intently and heard Draco take a deep breath before the ruffling of paper that indicated he was opening it. “ Draco Lucius Malfoy I cannot believe you entered the muggle world, and with that mudblood girlfriend of yours” Lucius screamed out of the letter, “You’re lucky I don’t pull you out of school and forbid you from seeing her, if it were up to me I would but your damn mum won’t allow me as she’s taken some kind of twisted liking to this girl. Y/N is corrupting you can’t you see! Muggles are the scum of the Earth and she comes from them, her parents are them. I cannot control your actions but I can disapprove and hate you for them. I will be ceasing all contact with you. I’m sure your dirty mother won’t though. Goodbye my traitor son” you then heard the sound of the letter ripping itself to shreds and rushed in to hug Draco who had a cold stone expression on his face. “I’m sorry Draco, if we need to stop seeing each other or anything we can” you said through tears, “I know how important your family is and if my fami-“ Draco cut you off pulling you in front of him so you were looking in his gray eyes, “Y/N stop.” He said in an unexpectedly calm tone, “You're my family now. I never liked my fathers plan for me anyways, I still have my mother too. I love you and don’t ever think my judge-mental father could change that.” He slowly reached in his pocket and retrieved a small gold band with 3 perfectly cut diamonds protruding from it. “i snuck out while you were shopping and bought this, its not much but its a promise ring, to truly show you how much you mean to me, I was going to wait fo-“ now it was your turn to cut him off, you kissed him hard and fast through tears that were now falling for a different reason. “I love you Draco Lucius Malfoy” you said when you broke away, “don’t you ever forget that”. He slowly picked up your left hand and placed the delicate ring on your finger, “I promise” he whispered.    

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SessKag Week Day 5 - At the Beach

The Bikini Experiment

Modern Day AU / Romance /  1,291 words

Kagome fussed in front of the mirror, turning this way and that. She adjusted the bikini top, feeling self-conscious. 

She had been perfectly happy with her old one-piece swimsuit, but when she’d told Sango that Sesshoumaru had agreed to go to the beach with her, she had all but dragged her into a store and made her buy the bikini.

Though Kagome had wanted a day at the beach – like one you always saw in shoujo manga – she’d been surprised that Sesshoumaru had agreed to it. He was some years older than her and from a very well-off family...  Thus he was more the ‘wine and dine in a fancy setting’ type than ‘let’s go to the beach’ type.

 But that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone even though their relationship was still fresh and budding gave Kagome hope that despite their differences they might manage to build something together. Eventually.

Kagome pursed her lips.

Well, she would just have to trust Sango’s judgement and fashion sense.

She turned away from the mirror and shimmied into a sundress.

She was at the door, clutching her bag and toeing on her sandals, when her phone buzzed to alert her of a text message. She grabbed the phone.

The message was from Sesshoumaru, written in his typical succinct fashion.

Kagome stuffed the phone into her bag and rushed out the door.

  Kagome was a babbling nervous wreck for the entire car ride. She kept sneaking furtive glances at Sesshoumaru and wondering if she’d got more than she bargained for.

This was the first time she’d seen Sesshoumaru so dressed down and it was all she could do not to drool. Sesshoumaru was dashing in a suit – but sitting there next to her in a short-sleeved shirt that was only buttoned half-way up and linen trousers with the legs rolled up to show a glimpse of well-defined shins had her thoughts going to dark and delicious places.

Casual looks suited him, made him seem more approachable.

Kagome looked down at her own sundress and made a face. Next to him, she was going to look downright shabby.

The moment she saw the glimmering blue ocean for the first time, however, Kagome’s mood brightened. She leaned towards the window, bursting with excitement.

Several minutes later, Sesshoumaru finally pulled up at a parking lot and they got out of the car.

Kagome couldn’t help the skip in her step as she hurried towards the beach. Sesshoumaru trailed behind her, following at a more sedate pace.

Finally there, Kagome kicked off her sandals. She sank her toes in the sand, revelling in the warmth and slight roughness of its texture. She breathed in deep, filling her lungs with the fresh air carrying the unmistakable salty tang of the sea.

She opened her eyes, not sure when she had closed them, and found Sesshoumaru standing beside her, holding her sandals in his hand.

“We used to go to the beach when I was younger,” Kagome spoke, replying to the silent question in his amused eyes. “Back when dad was still alive. I’ve missed it.”

“You haven’t been here since?”

“Once. With my friends when I was in high school.”

He studied her for a moment. “Then I’m glad you decided to bring me here.”

She flushed in delight and grabbed his free hand.

“Come on.”

He let her pull him along.

It wasn’t too hard to find a good spot. Since they’d come on a weekday, the beach wasn’t too crowded even though the day was sunny and warm and perfectly summery.

Kagome pulled a blanket from her bag and set it down.

A brief smile touched Sesshoumaru’s lips.

“I wondered why you had such a big bag. You come prepared.”

“I do,” Kagome said, giving the old yellow backpack an affectionate pat. “I’ve got towels and three bottles of water. I made bentou for later and there’s watermelon for a snack.”

“I’m impressed.”

Kagome smiled brightly at the compliment.

Then, hoping to look cool and collected instead of a ball of jitters, Kagome closed her fingers around the hem of her sundress.

She pulled the dress over her head and snuck a glance at Sesshoumaru from under her lashes. She thought she saw his eyes widen but couldn’t be sure.

She folded her dress and put it in her backpack, feeling the weight of Sesshoumaru’s gaze on her back. She fought hard not to fidget or adjust her bikini as she straightened and faced him.

Sesshoumaru looked at her and offered no comment.

Kagome’s shoulders slumped a little as disappointment welled in the pit of her stomach.

Unable to stomach the tense silence, she plastered a smile onto her lips.

“I think I’ll go for a swim, wanna come?”

He shook his head. “I’d better stay here and look after your things.”

“Thanks,” Kagome said, swallowing another wave of disappointment.

Why had she even bothered, Kagome thought bitterly as she stomped towards the water. Why had she let Sango talk her into buying this stupid bikini?

Sango had been so sure. So smug. “He won’t know where to put his eyes.” 

Yeah right!

Sango was an idiot, and Kagome was an even bigger one for believing in her. Sesshoumaru'd had no trouble at all keeping his eyes politely above her shoulders.

Maybe he wasn’t attracted to her, the way she was to him. Kagome was pretty, but she didn’t turn heads the way Sesshoumaru did.

Kagome sighed and stopped when she felt cool water lapping at her feet. She cast one last glance at Sesshoumaru over her shoulder, then waded into the water.

  The seawater had managed to cool Kagome’s head and she felt much better when she was walking towards the shore, her steps heavy with the water pushing against her knees.

Her good mood disappeared as quickly as it had been restored, however. Up on the beach, on their spot, Sesshoumaru was sitting on the blanket – surrounded by three women.

Kagome’s temper sparked.

She hadn’t even been gone long and already he had an admiring audience?!

She probably should have seen it coming, he always did attract attention – but his non-reaction to her bikini aside, he was her boyfriend, damn it!

Kagome picked up her pace, all but stomped as she reached the shore.

She was about half-way towards the three poachers when she found her path blocked.

“Hey there.”

She blinked at the grinning guy standing in her way, then stepped around him.

A hand caught her wrist.

“What’s the rush, babe?”

Kagome turned around to glare at him.

Her fraying temper snapped, and she was about to give him a piece of her mind – when a warm hand slid to the small of her back where it splayed in a possessive manner.

Kagome’s mouth snapped shut.

“Did you have something you wished to discuss with my girlfriend?” Sesshoumaru’s words might have been polite, but his tone of voice was freezing.

“Nah man, sorry.” The guy let go of Kagome and raised his hands in a surrender.

Kagome’s hip bumped against Sesshoumaru as he tugged her against his side.

“I knew that bikini of yours was going to be trouble,” he muttered under his breath, looking at her out of the corner of his eye.

Kagome’s breath caught in her throat.

“What?”

He silenced her with a kiss so hard it left Kagome’s knees wobbly.

When he pulled back, there was heat in his eyes she’d never seen there before and Kagome’s hands curled to clutch at the lapels of his half-buttoned shirt.

There was only one fleeting though on her mind before she leaned into him to claim another kiss: she needed to send Sango a thank you card.

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pocket change | 1 | (m)

word count: 7.5k

genre: smut; supernatural AU + demon!yoongi

pairing: reader/yoongi

summary: yoongi is supposed to be exactly what you need to save your family; unfortunately, he’s a demon and you have some conditions to go through before anything can be done. fortunately? temptation isn’t that bad of a consequence, as long as it’s with the aforementioned demon.

warning(s): mentions of domestic abuse, rough oral sex, lots of sexual tension, dirty talk, fingering, marking kink, use of petnames, come eating, sex-pollen sort of situation (not exactly but that’s the closest warning i think fits the situation)

special thanks to: @honeyheonie for being a wonderful beta  ♡

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Was this really what it had come to?

You shivered for the umpteenth time in what felt like an eternity but you knew it had only been about 10 minutes.

He told you to you could find him here. Namjoon said it himself that when he needed “special help”, this was the place to go.

But outside a shitty laundromat? 

The back alley of one to be specific. It was sketchy enough as is, let alone adding along the element that you were here to meet someone you had never met or seen, a complete and utter stranger. All under the pretenses that he could help you out with your little “problem”, as Namjoon aptly put it.

You clutched your arms towards your body in a tight hug, the chilling wind cutting through your clothes and biting at your skin. The cold nipped at your heels and made you tremble like a leaf in the gallant winds. Another ten minutes, that’s all you’ll wait before deciding that this ‘Yoongi’ guy doesn’t even exist and all of this was either an elaborate prank or a set-up from the get go.

Checking your phone, you squinted at the too-bright light that shone from the screen as it illuminated your features in the dimly-lit and sort of musty alley. A black cat passed by, a fleeting shadow, and you snuck a glance in its direction before refocusing on your phone.

You [10:14 PM]: joon, what the fuck?

You [10:14 PM]: is this guy a no show or what

JoonBug [10:15 PM]: You gotta be patient Y/N, he kinda runs on his own schedule.

JoonBug [10:15 PM]: It’s worth it though, the things he can do.

You [10:16 PM]: you make it out like he’s a whore or something

You [10:16 PM]: namjoon please tell me i’m not meeting with a prostitute.

Before Namjoon could reply to your text, you felt a sudden chill slowly climb up the notches of your spine like a ladder, all the way to the nape of your neck where the hairs stood up from the sensation alone. You suppressed a deep shudder, not knowing what had come over you. Shaking your head free of the nervous thoughts that clung onto your psyche for the time being, you were about to text Namjoon that you were just gonna call it a night and leave.

Ahem.

A throat cleared from behind you and you swear you’ve never whipped around so fast in your entire life.

“You rang?” A low and admittedly pretty bored voice rasped between the two of you, the other person being a new addition to the scene. He was small, not shorter than you but still definitely shorter than Namjoon. His inky black hair shone with the neon lights of one of the adjacent stores, the red EXIT letters leaving a scarlet hue over both his head and his face. It was ominous almost, adding in an eerie element of surprise along with how cold it suddenly turned.

How did he sneak up on you so quietly?

Stuttering your words, either from the fact you could barely stifle your chattering teeth at this point or from the shock that still washed over you in waves and tendrils, you greeted the other.

“Yoongi, is it?” He nodded smugly, but his face still seemed to have an aura of ‘I’d rather be anywhere but here’ sinking into his features. His really, really pretty features, you came to realize.

“I’m assuming you’re in need of some help? As is my specialty,” He gestured to the backdoor of the laundromat, sending you to enter from where you stepped out from almost an entire hour ago.

As you two walked the dark corridor that led to the cheaply-furnished quarter fueled laundromat, Yoongi began to ask questions, not even allowing you to probe more about him or how he could ever help you. “So what is it exactly that you need from me?”

“Well, not from you per se. You see, it’s my father. He’s—“

“Sick? Dying? Missing? All of the above?”

“No, actually.” You gave him a weird look. Who had he been dealing with before that made those were his automatic answers? “I’m not sure how you could actually help, but Namjoon says you’re some type of miracle worker of sorts. Like, for almost any situation. Which is weird and really creepy but… I’m desperate.” Your voice slowly wavered at the end of your sentence, eyes downcast and mind already boggling with what you were going to ask of this strange man.

Finally reaching the actual store, Yoongi immediately turned on heel to the half-stocked vending machines that were haphazardly stationed in the back corner, past all the washers and dryers. He stood in front of the machine, the graphic of the yellow M&M guy on the side flickering and making you wonder if the machine even properly dispenses food anymore. You could already see several packs of snack foods still stuck between the prongs and the glass, a dim reminder of those who went hungry after spending a dollar on lost hope.

It was almost symbolic, in a way. How in this store, where you had to use your pocket change to fulfill a necessity, people would instead use it to try and stave off their hunger, cravings and desires. Only for it all to be an illusion, a siren’s song off the deep end—their money wasted and desires unsatisfied.

Yoongi tightened his lips in a manner to show he was seriously considering what he wanted to consume today.

If only you knew what he was really craving, you’d be running for the hills already.

“Um, I don’t know how much time you think I have—especially after having to wait so long for you in the first place—but can we just get to the point? My dad has been abusing my mother and little sister. He beats them, and I can’t do anything about it. I was able to get out of it all, moving out to live with a good friend of mine, but I want them out too. The police can’t help because, ironically enough, my father is the police chief and an ‘outstanding citizen’, according to the public.”

Yoongi hadn’t even looked in your direction throughout your entire story, eyes still scanning for the meager choices he had, between rotten apple slices, crumbled cheddar crackers and rock hard granola bars.

“Like I said, I don’t really get how you could ever help but, Namjoon swears you can so… will you help me?” Yoongi spared you a glance, a millisecond of eye contact before he dragged his eyes back to the machine.

“Change?”

“I’m… sorry?” Yoongi looked exasperated, despite barely speaking between the two of you. Hardly enough to be frustrated over.

“Change, for the machine? I know what I want.”

You furrowed your brows. Was he just a beggar, trying to cheat you out of both your money and time? He simply raised his own eyebrows, hand outstretched as he awaited the seventy-five cents he needed for those nasty looking apple slices in the package with the faded orange (it probably used to be red a millennia ago) apple character smiling out into the free world.

Digging into your purse, you managed to find two quarters, a dime and a couple of nickels. Handing them all over, you watched as Yoongi counted them and dropped them one by one into the machine. It felt like you were throwing the money away, but you still watched as the inevitable happened.

He punched in the numbers and the machine roared to life, the rusty spirals turning and creaking as they moved for probably the first time in years. Who actually ever buys the healthy shit in these things? Yoongi apparently.

The bag slowly whirred out until, of course, the top of it leaned forward and got caught on the glass, trapping it in between it and the swirl of silverish-copper coils. It now matched the several other snack foods that met the same fate at one point or another.

“I could’ve told you that was gonna happen,” Rolling your eyes, you grew impatient at how little help Yoongi had turned out to be so far.

“Just wait my dear, patience is key.”

Quizzically watching, you realized how… normal Yoongi looked. He was wearing a maroon hoodie, the thing clearly a size or two bigger than him, hanging off of his frame and covering over the highest parts of his thighs, which were tightly bound in ripped, stark black jeans. The tears were all along the meat of his thighs and on his knees, revealing milky smooth skin there, sans a mole or two. He was wearing sneakers, raggedy, old and a little worn down.

He looked like a regular college student, no one special and certainly not like the miracle worker Namjoon painted him to be.

“How is any of this gonna help me? You know what, fuck it, ‘Joon totally messed with me. Nice meeting you Yoongs, or whatever the hell your name was. Thanks for the false hope, keep the stale apple slices. That is, if you ever get them out of the damn—“

You locked eyes onto where the packet of apples were stuck just seconds ago, only to see nothing there. Yoongi hadn’t moved, not even an inch, and you certainly hadn’t heard or seen anything fall down into the basket below. But when your now slightly wider eyes trailed down, you saw the baggie in Yoongi’s hands, his veiny and admittedly, fairly attractive hands.

“You… How—wait… I don’t understand.”

“You think I’m like you, fleshy and weak. But your eyes deceive you, sweetheart. There’s more to me, a part that can help you with your problem. But I’m not sure if I want to work with someone with such an… attitude problem.”

You quickly shook your hands in front of you, hoping you could backtrack from your earlier outburst. “No, no! Wait, I’m really sorry! What… what are you?” Mind still warping and trying to wrap around this entire situation, Yoongi could literally hear cogs turning in your head as you continued to flicker between the bag of sour apples and Yoongi’s face.

He chuckled, used to seeing all shades of emotions from when people wondered and discovered what he is.

“Simply put, I’m a demon,” Nearly breaking the already cracked tile under your feet with the sheer force of your jaw dropping, you squinted at Yoongi. Was this all a trick, a joke? 

Demons weren’t real, just a figment of people’s imaginations and delusions. Nothing but lore in shitty leather bound books and even shittier television. 

“It’s a lot more complicated than just a title, but to one-track minded people like you, it’s just easier to stick with Demon. Otherwise, I might just tangle you up and lose you along the way, and you’re just too pretty to lose.”

Not sure if you should be flattered or offended, you slowly backed away from Yoongi, who was smiling almost… warmly? His gums showed, due to his slightly shorter teeth, and while on an everyday encounter, you’d find that adorably cute and probably attractive enough to make you want to approach him with sweet syllables to try and entice him into a deep conversation, you couldn’t help but imagine the malice behind such a sickeningly sweet smirk.

“I don’t want to hurt you Y/N, just want to help. That is why you asked for me, right?” You could only nod, but then it occurred to you.

“H-How do you know my name? I never told you, and I’m sure Namjoon didn’t either.” He only smiled, gesturing to himself, probably trying to say ‘Hellllooooooo? Demon?’ sarcastically.

At that point, your heart was beating erratically out of your chest, probably visible over your clothes and it suddenly hurt everywhere. Your brain was pounding, eyes suddenly all-too sensitive against the overhead lights and the washers that were previously humming lowly in the background are now banging raucously, making it feel like the water and suds that are swirling inside their heavy tin bins were instead behind your eyes, water logging your thoughts to the point where you saw spots of white dotting along your blurred vision.

Next thing you know, there’s cold fingers holding your hips as everything goes black.

The pounding and banging lowered to a murmured hum, buzzing along your eardrums and down to your fingertips. It felt like there was an energy being transferred in your body, all your nerves coming untangled as you got drained of the nervous tick that twinged in your stomach. Slowly, but effortlessly, the shivers dissipated along with the goosebumps that rose along the skin of your exposed arms.

“Y/N? Are you with me?” A voice murmured, a gentle rumble that sounded like dripping chocolate and gold. He spoke in even more hushed tones, more to himself as it was hard to pick up in your hazy semi-conscious state. “Damn it, why do I always get the ones that pass out? This shit never happens to Tae. Then again, the prick seduces people with his dick first and then seals the deal.”

“Who’s Tae?” You mumble, eyes prying open a smidgen to see that the lights weren’t as bright as they were before. It took a moment before you realized you were laying on the ground, a balled up jacket underneath your head—Yoongi’s jacket to be exact.

“Oh look, Sleeping Beauty’s finally up,” Yoongi reached to brush your hair away from your forehead, letting you see him better. He was wearing a short sleeved white t-shirt, slightly sweaty to the point where the shirt wasn’t as fully opaque as it should be. His black hair stuck to his own forehead in chunks and strands, not necessarily soaked from the perspiration but more so that it clung to his slightly dewy skin and made it look much wetter than it actually was. “You doing okay?” His voice was still low, the timbre almost to the point of a raspy growl. It was pretty hot, if your slurring brain had to say so.

Nodding slightly, Yoongi licked his lips once before kneeling more comfortably by your body while you tried to sit up on your forearms.

“I’m gonna make this quick because, while I was trying to teach you a lesson about patience and waiting and all that kind of shit, we actually lost a lot of time in-between your little temper tantrum and black out session. Basically, yes I’m a demon and I can do all kinds of dangerous and illegal shit that shouldn’t be real but it is. No I don’t have a tail and my eyes don’t go fully black, my irises just change color based on certain feelings and emotions and I can control when they do or don’t. I’m not going to ask for your soul or make you sign a contract, but there are rules and things we have to go over because, while yes I am going to help you with your problem, it just isn’t as easy as they make it out to be on TV.”

Your mind felt like mush and suddenly everything was too much for you to handle again, the familiar darkness seeping into your line of sight again as you felt your body give out once more.

“Son of a bitch! What the fuck, are you anemic or something?” Yoongi spat, mostly out of frustration because he couldn’t keep you conscious now but he was also concerned, never having seen someone so out of it like this before in all his hundreds of years being a demon.

He let his fingers rest on your temples as he tried to focus all his energy on keeping you conscious, desperate to complete this conversation without rendering you lifeless.

“Y/N, I need you to just stay awake for a little while longer, I can’t fucking stay here forever.” Yoongi picked up your body and surged enough energy in you to at least make you sit upright. Nausea tugged at your body along with Yoongi doing literally just that, pulling you up to stand and then promptly dragging you out of the shitty laundromat out to where you had initially waited for him. The night progressed to get even darker, matching the stark hues and values that Yoongi held in his hair and in his eyes.

The fresh air did you some good, along with whatever mojo Yoongi had shot into you. You could breathe a little easier, the heave that was once there slowly easing off your chest and giving your lungs room to expand. The ground felt sturdier under your feet, the pavement no longer making you feel topsy-turvy and upside down, your stomach finally calming down enough to the point where you were sure you wouldn’t release your dinner on the ground in front of you.

“Watch me, keep your eyes on me.” Yoongi whispered, barely making it past your ears as you finally focused your blurring vision on the figure in front of you. Yoongi’s face came into focus, crystal clear and crisp at the edges, in high definition. His cheekbones gleamed with the light that shone from the backdoor of another store, white bouncing off his skin like glistening marble.

Yoongi’s eyes were gray, nearly white. Specifically, his irises were values of monochrome muted grays, as if they were a life like drawing with the eyes only shaded in graphite and charcoal.

His breathing was fast, eyes darting over you cautiously. He looked over his shoulder once, twice, before finally pushing you against the brick wall that adorned the outside of the laundromat. He tugs out the apple slices where he had stashed them in his pocket.

“Are you gonna feed me 3-year old apple slices from a vending machine? Because that sounds like something only a demon from Hell would do, so I totally believe you at this point.” You managed to gain control of your numb tongue, finally speaking well enough. Apparently with enough cognitive sense to be sarcastic to someone who could probably end your life right then and there.

Yoongi laughed–legitimately laughed–and you felt the tension melt from your bones as his energy seeped it all out of you in one solid go. It felt like a gulp of fresh air, filling your lungs to capacity and letting your brain finally circulate enough blood to appreciate how close Yoongi was to you at the moment.

“Good to know you’re back with me Y/N. Now, watch. I don’t have a lot of time but we need to do this now if you want me to be able to come back and help you,” Yoongi tears open the package and pulls the slices all out. He arranges them in the shape of a standing apple, as best as he could with how mushy and rotten they were. You subconsciously wondered if this was a metaphor for something but you didn’t have time to consider it before the apple became whole right before your very eyes. It plumped with life, suddenly shiny and red and healthy beyond compare.

Your eyes were probably bugging out of your skull and your mouth gaped open and closed like a goldfish gasping for air. Yoongi smirked at your reaction, taking pride whenever he rendered a client speechless, and then mouthed at you to watch.

“This,” He gestures to the apple, “is temptation. Much like the Garden of Eden, the apple represents temptation and sin. Once you take a bite of it, there’s no going back. You have full reign of me until our deal is up, and as wonderful as that seems, you’ll learn fairly quickly that a demon is not something you want to have chained around you for very long. Because wherever we go, trouble is sure to follow. There will never be temptation without consequence, so prepare yourself Y/N. Are you still willing to proceed? We can discuss the matters of your father and family later, but I need to tether myself to you before my time here is up.” Yoongi’s ice-cold gaze bore into your eyes, your breath catching in your throat.

You didn’t have much of a choice, knowing that you just had to help your mother and sister; they deserved as much. You promised them you’d come back, kicking and screaming if it had to be that way.

Nodding timidly, you watched as the scarlet apple in Yoongi’s lovely hands as it slowly morphed into a black tube, with a band of gold wrapped around the middle. He reached with his other hand to tug at it, uncapping and slowly pushing up the product inside.

“Lipstick? Temptation is… a tube of berry red lipstick?” Musing as he finished bringing the color to full view, his lithe fingers holding it steady.

“Wine red, more like it. The apple will change depending on what your greatest temptation is; you won’t be able to deny the cravings you’ll have as long as you’re with me, are you aware of that?” Yoongi looked you dead in the eyes, conveying just how heavy the consequences were of what you were going through with.

The next moment went by almost in a blur, snatching the tube from Yoongi’s palm to turn and face the dirty metal gutter pipe that was a few feet from where you stood outside, the biting chill now faded as you slowly applied the deep red to your lips. As you made each pass, the color deepened and darkened, along with the buzzing in your brain and the hum in your veins. It felt like you got hotter the more opaque the color got, the inky red seeping into your irises as your pupils swelled with a newfound intensity that should’ve terrified you.

Instead, all you could focus on was how warm it began to feel. Tugging at every article of clothing you had on, you turned to face Yoongi and the sight nearly took your breath away.

Had he been this attractive when you first laid eyes on him? 

Maybe it was because he was no longer wearing his loose hoodie, instead donning a matching loose t-shirt, the crisp white contrasting with the jet black of his hair, or maybe it was how smooth and pink his lips looked in the warm red hue of the emergency exit sign. Something about him was suddenly so enticing.

So… tempting.

In a way you just couldn’t resist, a metal wire tugging at the bottom of your stomach and making you lurch forward to be chest-to-chest with him. He didn’t seem to mind, not the least bit surprised by your suddenly bold move.

It felt like his scent was swirling around you in the aura of a temptress, calling you hither to be as close as you could possibly be with him. He invited you in, his palms grazing along your sides and smoothing the wrinkles that formed in your shirt. Every brush of his fingers brought static shocks to the surface, slowly seeping down to make your bones itch to be sore and broken by the demon’s hands.

“Take whatever you want, dear. Let it consume you, as it should.” Yoongi murmured, his breath fanning over your cheekbone and making you tilt your head to meet his longing gaze. It was matching in darkness with the rest of his attire, but something there reflected more than just the surrounding lights. Something more base and predator-like.

It made you ache.

“This,” Yoongi paused, breath fanning over your lips as he spoke, “is your temptation. Lust will consume you should you not fulfill your tasks and complete the deal with me. Now, do what you want, while we still can.” Your head felt fuzzy, stuffed with cotton as the world around you blurred and muffled in comparison to how loud, clear and crisp you could hear and see Yoongi. He was all you could focus on, the feel of his palms etching searing burns into your sides, his dark eyes swirling with hues of reds and pinks, almost unnoticeable in the low lighting of where you still were.

Everything became watered down; blending like wet gouache and turning the primary colors around you into muddled browns and tertiaries.

It was your lips on his or his on yours, you couldn’t really tell or care in that moment. All you knew was that Yoongi’s tongue was already playing at the seam of your mouth, prodding for entrance and you willingly gave it to him. He was dominant, no doubt, but you were desperate. Your hands scrabbled for purchase on the front of his shirt, surely stretching the neckline out with how hard you were balling it up in your fists. Yoongi’s own hands took a harsh grip on your hips, the gentle slide along your sides gone now with the new change of atmosphere.

Back against the dirty brick wall, you let Yoongi’s tongue take control of the kiss, your eagerness being overshadowed with just how much power and fervor Yoongi had in his mouth alone. His hands roamed, reaching back and groping your ass to bring your hips flush with his, feeling just how affected he was by the kissing.

You gasped into his mouth, relishing in just how hard Yoongi felt against your stomach, the denim doing him no justice. He nipped into your mouth, leaving sore bites along your lips that were probably going to swell slightly in the next few minutes and make it impossible to hide what you were up to.

Yoongi pulled back, allowing you to breathe, despite it being heavy and still inches from his mouth, you snapped your eyes down at his talented lips. You saw peppered and smeared tracks of red, forgetting that you had applied the lipstick beforehand.

“The lipstick looks good on you,” You murmured, mindlessly bringing your hand up from his probably destroyed t-shirt to graze your thumb across his mouth. Yoongi breathlessly chuckled, the hot air puffing against you and his grip tightened on your ass, his palms wide across the meat of it.

“If you think it looks good here, imagine somewhere else…” He trailed off, letting his eyes rake down your body before looking down at himself. You instantly caught onto what he was saying and the mere thought alone of your lipstick marks across his length made you drop to your knees, all protests gone from your conscious mind as you fought to keep sane in the heated and heady haze of lust.

Yoongi groaned from the sight of you on your knees, hands already pawing at his belt and tugging down his zipper. His cock jumped from inside his underwear, eager to have your hot and wet mouth on him already. You couldn’t wait to get him out from the confines of his clothes, stopping to mouth along his briefs, soaking the fabric with your tongue and leaving trailing dark marks of the lipstick on the navy blue fabric. Finally reaching to tug down his waistband, you pulled out Yoongi’s hard and leaking length, not missing how lean and heavy it felt in your grip while you stroked the very prominent vein that ran on the underside of it with your thumb.

“Wait, wait,” Yoongi panted, obviously affected by your ministrations on him thus far. You patiently waited on bated breath, watching as Yoongi reached for the abandoned tube of lipstick that had toppled out of your hand and rolled unceremoniously on the ground near his feet. He uncapped the product, once more rolling the color to the top. He reached for your chin, your only thought being to obey to his willing touch. The demon gripped your face gently but still firm, holding you steady as he reapplied to color to your lips, newfound intensity burning into your veins once more.

It made you clench your fingers in anticipation, dying to get your hands and mouth on Yoongi already. His cock was still out, standing tall and a stark contrast to the black ensemble he had on. You had to wait until Yoongi deemed you perfect with a whispered breath, his words slurring with the heat that surrounded the two of you.

“Now, you may give into temptation.” You didn’t hesitate a moment longer, his grip coming off your face and you went straight to jerking him in long, languid pumps. The slick that beaded at the top glistened as it grew with every upward stroke, tempting you to reach forward and lap it clean but you decided to pass your thumb over it instead, digging into the slit and making Yoongi growl.

It had to be much later than when you first arrived, if the cold that was settling around your bubble of lust-induced heat was anything to go by. As Yoongi breathed heavily, his breath came out in white puffs of smoke, the biting autumn air coming to nip at his lips.

You drank in the sight of the demon in front of you, in control yet completely at the mercy of your hands. It was a sense of power you never thought you’d ever have possessed but it was honestly such a trip, the burning need in your veins making your confidence swell and grow as you continued to work Yoongi at such a slow pace it made him mad.

“I thought you were going to put that mouth to use, otherwise I wouldn’t have wasted all that pretty lipstick.” Yoongi breathed out, hand coming to thread into your locks and tighten there, thought it felt more like he was grounding himself rather than trying to control you.

You huffed out a laugh, dark and nothing like you’ve ever sounded like before. Something inside you wrenched, its ugly face coming to rear as you finally let your temptation win. You leaned forward, ignoring the minute voice inside your head begging you to turn back, to stop while you still could. But you honestly couldn’t now, even if you wanted to.

Which you really didn’t want to anyways.

Taking the swollen head into your mouth, you gave it a hard suck, sure to press your lips into a circle around the bulb to imprint the color on the skin there. Yoongi bucked his hips against your mouth, meeting the resistance of your tongue pushing up against him. He gripped your hair tighter, trying to move you from the spot you were suctioned onto. Your eyes slid up, slithering like a smooth and slick snake coiling its way up Yoongi’s bones and settling deep in his nerves–in the pit of his stomach where he felt his resolve tightening and dissipating with every ebb and flow of your tongue on him.

Establishing eye contact, you smirked as best as you could around his cock before you decided to move down his length, sure to suck hard enough to smear your lipstick as you bobbed slowly. “Finally,” Yoongi breathed out, his grip faltering slightly on your hair. You indulged the demon, giving him the base pleasure that you needed just as badly for yourself.

One hand stayed curled around his base, sure to pump whatever your mouth couldn’t reach with the slick of the spit that slid down as you moved. Yoongi’s head rolled back, his breaths coming out in short, harsh pants that painted the air around him in spools of white cotton. Flattening your tongue on the vein that you just wanted to suck dry, you felt more than heard Yoongi’s sharp intake of breath, his hands holding a death grip on you now that you had him in the palm of your hands. Or the base of your tongue, same deal.

Your name rolled off his tongue sinfully, in ways you couldn’t even imagine in your wettest, filthiest dreams. He couldn’t help himself as he let his hips take over, rolling into you and making your mouth squelch loudly from how he fucked into it, the head bulbing out many times against the side of your cheeks.

“So fucking good–absolutely made for this baby…” Yoongi drawled, his head finally coming down to latch his inky eyes back onto your own. You had to close your own pair from the sheer intensity of his gaze; the mixture of that visual along with the feeling of his length twitching inside your mouth had you feeling ethereal, on cloud nine in some twisted sense. You knew he was approaching his climax when Yoongi began to go a little rougher, less caution for the sake of your throat as he gagged you occasionally every couple of pumps.

You let one hand travel to his balls, massaging them in tandem with his thrusts to hopefully speed up him impending orgasm. The added stimulation made Yoongi groan, a tad more vocal than he had been so far. He swiftly pulled himself out from your velvety mouth, the sound as he popped out being the epitome of lewd.

He took his length in his long digits, grip never faltering as he jerked himself off to completion into your open mouth. He watched as the white fluid coated your tongue, its watery substance causing some to slip and drip right off the tip of the pink muscle. His hand dragged with small amounts of resistance, realizing that the waxy imprint of your lips all over his cock made the slide a little tougher than normal. He rubbed his thumb and index finger in circles around the head, right by the leaking slit as he eased out the last of his come.

As he finished, you took the opportunity to pop open the button of your own jeans, wanting to relieve yourself as well. Yoongi didn’t seem to appreciate that however, growling low in his throat at the sight of you touching yourself.

“You asked for me for a reason, doll. Now let me do my damn job,” He rasped before tugging you up off your knees. He pushed you back against the wall he had you up against earlier when you were making out heavily. He watched you with hungry eyes, your heartrate rabbiting at the sudden change of control, the shift turning the world from black to white as his eyes gleamed brightly with a tone of orange, almost dandelion from how intense the color blended into the blacks of his pupils.

Yoongi tucked himself back into his underwear, not going as far as zipping up his jeans or anything else. Pushing up against you, he crashed his lips into yours and the earlier passion and turn of control was gone, Yoongi overtaking the entire kiss with anger and determination, his teeth hitting yours as he tried to consume you whole with the kiss alone.

One palm circled your waist to spread over one cheek, fingers digging into the denim of your jeans as the other wasted no time and slipped past the front waistband of your pants and underwear, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he reached where you needed him most.

His digits were skilled, expertly rubbing against your folds and spreading your slick across your molten core. He pushed you against his hand harder with the hand on your ass, forcing you to take the slight burn as he began to fuck you with two of his fingers, his index and middle fingers prodding at the bundle of nerves inside you. You tried to bite down on his tongue, hoping you could keep quiet but a harsh muffled slap on your ass made you jerk forward on Yoongi’s fingers and you cried out, head dropping to Yoongi’s disheveled shoulder.

He whispered for you to refrain from keeping your beautiful sounds to yourself, driving the point home with yet another smack to your ass. All you could do was whine at the mercy of Yoongi’s deft digits delving in deeper inside you, taking fingering to a whole new level and making you see colors just from his hand alone. You’d never felt such pleasure before, feeling like Yoongi literally had you cradled in the palm of his hand as your legs slowly turned to putty underneath you.

You gripped his shirt once more, not caring just how ruined it was from your incessant tugging alone, because you just desperately needed something, anything, to anchor you because you had never felt so much energy running through your body before and it honestly felt like you were going to either pass out or collapse at any moment from the sheer pleasure. Yoongi seemed to sense this—or maybe it was a recurring theme with his partners, he could possibly be just that good—and he used the palm on your ass to slowly slide up and cradle the small of your back, pushing you up against his body to stay upright long enough for him to plunge his fingers even harder inside you.

Panting hotly against his neck, you realized just how unmarked and unmarred Yoongi’s neck was, everything inside you screaming for you to claim him properly. After all, he was yours, in some twisted sense. You owned Yoongi, for the time being at least. So what if you left a hickey or two, it wasn’t like you weren’t leaving here a changed woman either.

Murmuring a low fuck it to which you swore you heard Yoongi chuckle to in response, you ignored the vibrations of his low growls in the pit of his throat to latch onto there and suckle wetly on the creamy column of skin, loving the slight tang of sweat that dotted your taste buds with every sweep of your tongue. You tried to focus on marking him as best as you could but you were already so close to coming, the edge drawing nearer when Yoongi did some sort of magical move where he made your insides quiver around his fingers.

“Gonna make you come so hard baby,” He rasped into your hair, taking notice how your mouth was no longer actively working his neck but instead just openly panting on the skin there, far too affected by Yoongi’s hand to think about anything else. “That’s it, come for me doll.” Yoongi’s voice drawled so slowly, feeling it was dragging up the expanse of your body, slowly and almost painfully like the rasp of a cat’s tongue on your skin.

You couldn’t contain your desperate whimpers as he practically pulled your orgasm out of you with his own hand, making you shake in his hold against the wall as your teeth chattered; though that might’ve been more so from the cold of the late night encounter more than anything else.

Yoongi encouraged you to brace yourself against him as he milked you for all you were worth, sure to drag every needy whine out of you as his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your still clenching walls. The sensitivity began to hurt, making you wince as his fingers continued to brush where you felt him the most. Shaking your head, Yoongi caught the message and kissed your hair, murmuring soft words and slowly withdrawing his fingers from inside you. The sound was wet, slick with your release and you felt Yoongi’s other hand come up to grip your chin, forcing your head up and eyes to meet with Yoongi’s own—sans color as the brownish-black that originally tinted his irises returned to replace where it was once lit with embers of a slowly stoking fire.

“Watch.” He whispered, the ghost of his breath over your cheeks making you shiver as you let your lazy, half-lidded gaze observe him take the fingers he had inside you and suck them into his slightly red-tinged mouth, tongue darting out to separate the two and clean them thoroughly of your come.

Your mouth gaped open as you watched Yoongi’s eyes shut, savoring the sweet flavor of you against his tongue.

“Do you want a taste too baby?” Yoongi asked, his eyes still shut and you nodded slowly, before realizing he couldn’t see you and you had to be vocal about what you wanted. You whispered a yes, the sound foreign to your own ears with how weak and broken it sounded. Yoongi took pride in destroying you so well, opening his eyes slowly to reveal the wine-red that swirled in his irises now, resembling the color of the lipstick you had on earlier.

The hand that was holding your chin guided you to his mouth, an agonizingly slow kiss between the two of you allowed Yoongi to slide his tongue over yours, over and over again until you were able to decipher just exactly what you tasted like in comparison to the natural taste of Yoongi’s mouth; his cheeks tasting faintly like mint and cherries, creamy and delectable like a fine wine.

When you opened your eyes, not even realizing that you had closed them to truly appreciate the collage of flavors that burst on your tongue, you were caught off guard with just how light-headed you felt. Suddenly your body felt drained, empty of any of the energy that previous thrummed loudly in your bloodstream. You registered Yoongi’s hands firm on your waist but other than that, everything was dark and you couldn’t make out anything other than a slightly bitter scent in the air, something akin to ashes and dust.

You awoke in your own bed, fluffy sheets cradling you as if you had returned home like any other night. The only indicator that last night went any differently than usual being that you saw the tube of lipstick—Temptation, you remembered—standing tall on your nightstand, next to your alarm clock that read 9:37 AM.

You jolted up, realizing you were late for work and had only a few minutes to get ready before you’d get shit from your boss for the third time that month.

After getting dressed hurriedly, you ran out into your apartment’s living room and nearly screamed at the sight of another person in the flat, sleeping soundly on your couch.

Yoongi’s eyes opened slowly, groggily almost before he squinted at you trying to worm your shoes on as you stood. He chuckled breathily, the sound a reminder of last night and it made chills run down your spine.

“So um… do you just stay with me now? Like a pet?” You asked, voice weak from how your nerves caught up with the situation you tangled yourself in last night.

Laughing, he sat up and stretched his arms above his head, revealing a small strip of skin of his stomach that you couldn’t help but peek at, for reasons unbeknownst to you. “We don’t like being called pets, but I’m a realist and I know that we’re basically like that. Minus the collar and leash, unless you’re into that Y/N.” He smirked at your anxious figure, shifting your weight between your two legs as you tried to comprehend everything with a sleep addled mind.

“Aren’t you going to be late? Bogum is gonna have your ass if you show up late one more time.”

“How do you know my boss’s name?” You eyed Yoongi warily, afraid to leave this stranger alone in your home, where you were supposed to feel safe.

“He’s one of us, living amongst the humans. It’s not usual for a demon to willingly choose a domestic life, but he liked the idea of causing an everyday hell, not so big on the whole ‘making deals and being a slave’ thing.” Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline as you drank in what Yoongi was telling you, how you’d been in such close proximity to one of his kind all this time and not even known it.

“That explains a lot, actually…” You grumbled under your breath, recalling how many times Bogum had treated you like shit and made you do terrible things for no reason whatsoever. Yoongi actually laughed out loud this time, his gums showing and reminding you just how cute he would be if he wasn’t a supernatural creature from Hell.

This was something straight out of a sitcom, and you were waiting for someone to hop out and yell “Fooled ya!” and toss confetti and for the studio audience to laugh from wherever they were hiding. But none of that happened as Yoongi motioned to the clock that was hanging and turned the hands back about fifteen minutes with a flick of his fingers, the motion making you both afraid of the power he had in those digits and aroused from how capable he’s shown they were so far.

“I’d hurry up, doll. Bogum isn’t the waiting type.” He winked at you before pushing past and heading to the direction of your bathroom.

There was still the matters of figuring out just how exactly a demon was supposed to help you with your family’s situation and how any of this was actually real. But for right now, you had been given a second chance at keeping your job with a different demon altogether and you just didn’t have the time to wrap your mind around that concept any more at the moment.

You just wanted to get this day over with, not knowing how to handle the headache that you knew was inevitably waiting for you when you had to come back home later that evening.

[allthingsteenwolf20]

Bitten - Part Five

<p>That afternoon the boys explained to Y/N that they had visited the address on the letter but didn't get far because the bridling had been reduced to ash and rubble even though it was still taped up. Stiles ten told her that he had snuck into his Dad's office and used his computer to pull up the fire and found out that the house had been torched a few months ago but it didn't make much of a story because it was abandoned at the time. Y/N stared at them confused. "I don't understand. So the letter in Liam's backpack was either a fake or forged?" She asked them. "That's what we think." Scott told her. "Then where did he come from?" Y/N asked looking over at Liam as he played on the rug with the building block set Derek had picked up for him.</p> <p>"You know what. This is far too much activity for 10pm. I'm going to go put Liam to bed and when I get back, we need a game plan of what's happening tomorrow." She told them as she scooped Liam in her arms. "Come on, sweetie. Bed time." She told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. "My bw'oks!" Liam whined reaching out for them. "They'll still be here tomorrow, sweetie. You can play with them after breakfast ok?" She told him. "Ok." Liam yawned resting against her. "That's my good boy." She cooed ruffling his hair. "I'll be up in just a sec, babe." Derek told her. After Scott and Stiles left, Derek locked up the loft and went into the kitchen to make a warm bottle of milk for Liam whilst Y/N got him changed and settled into bed.</p> <p>He joined her upstairs and saw Liam curled up in her lap as he started to whine. "Sssh it's ok, baby. It's ok. Look your milk is here. It's ok. Good boy." She praised him taking the bottle from Derek and double checking it's temperature before feeding Liam. She gently rocked him in her arms until he fell asleep. "I don't understand," she sighed sadly. "What is it, babe?" Derek asked sitting beside her. "How could anyone want to hurt such a sweet little boy?" She sighed and pressed a kiss to Liam's forehead. Liam reached up and touch her cheek with his little hand. Y/N couldn't help but smile down at him. "He's been with us for 2 days and I already love him so much." she told Derek. Derek smiled at her understanding how much she loved him.</p> <p>"I know you do babe, but first thing tomorrow we need to take him to Deaton. He can take a look at him and maybe find out something we don't already know." Derek replied. "Ok, but after we really do need to go to the mall to buy him a fresh set of clothes. I can't imagine how long he's been wearing what he already has." She told him. "Alright, babe. Try and get some rest too." He told her pressing a kiss to her cheek. He headed back to his office to do some more research for the night as Y/N was sat in bed with Liam resting beside her, he curled up resting against her as he clutched the her shirt. She idly ran her fingers through his hair and stroked his chubby cheek as he slept. How could anyone ever think of hurting him?</p> <p>~ the next day ~ </p> <p>That morning after breakfast, the couple decided to head to the animal clinic so Deaton could take a look at Liam. Derek knew the boy was a werewolf but there was something else he couldn't help put his finger on. "Alright, ready to go?" He asked her grabbing his keys as he balanced Liam on his hip. "Yeah I'm ready." She called grabbing her phone and swinging Liam's makeshift diaper bag over her shoulders as she took the small child from Derek. "Come here, sweetie." She cooed holding him in her arms. "W'ere goin'?" Liam asked looking up at Y/N. "We're going to the doctors to make sure you're ok, sweetie." Liam frowned, pouting at what he'd heard. "No wanna go." He protested crossing his arms across his little chest. "I know sweetie but you have to. We have to make sure you're ok." She told him. "We'll be with you the whole time, pup. It's ok." Derek reassured him. "Pwomise?" Liam asked looking up at the older alpha with his deep blue crystalline eyes. Derek smiled and nodded ruffling the boy's hair.</p> <p>The drive to the animal clinic didn't take long. It was empty early that morning when they had met up with Deaton who invited them in to the room at the back of the clinic. He looked at Liam seeing that the young was slightly terrified as he clung to Y/N. "Sweetie. It's ok, this man is our friend. He's here to help ok? Can you sit on this table for me?" She asked as she sat him down on the cold metal examination table. Liam sneezed from feeling cold and when he opened his eyes, they had shifted from his usual baby blue orbs to a fiery amber. "Liam, can you do that again?" Deaton asked. Liam looked up at the vet before saying "achoo!" making Y/N and Derek chuckle. "Not quite, baby." Y/N smiled. "Can you close your eyes for me, sweetie?" She asked him. Liam did as she had asked and kept them closed for 30 seconds. "Look at me, honey." She asked softly. Liam opened his eyes looking up at Y/N and they returned to their normal beautiful blue orbs. She cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his nose smiling. "Perfect." She smiled at him. Liam giggled at how she tickled his nose with a kiss. "Can I see your hands, Liam?" Deaton asked him. Liam held him his palms showing the veterinarian as he inspected his fingertips looking for any sighs of claws. "Good boy, well done for listening pup." Derek praised him. "I see." Deaton mumbled mostly to himself. "I think the explanation here is very simple." He added. "What is it?" Derek asked him. Y/N pressed a kiss to Liam's forehead and wrapped her arms around him. "Liam is indeed a werewolf but he's actually just a pup. The only thing he can do is shift his eyes. His claws haven't come in yet and everything else seems just about normal." He explained. "By normal, you mean he's just a regular toddler?" Y/N questioned. "Absolutely, but even though werewolves don't get sick, Liam here is still a pup so he can still catch a cold or a virus like any other human baby." He told her. Y/N nodded. "I understand, thanks" she replied scooping Liam up in her arms. "Thanks doc, we appreciate it." Derek thanked Deaton with a handshake and they left the clinic.</p> <p>It was only 11:39am and Liam was becoming fussy whining every so often. Derek suggested going back to the loft. In the car on the way home, Y/N turned to Liam and asked him an important question. "Liam, sweetie. Can you be a good boy and stay with Derek whilst I go to the store very quickly?" She asked him. "com bak k?" Liam asked her anxiously. "Of course I will, sweetie. I promise. Derek will take good care of you." She told him pressing a kiss to his cheek. They arrived home at the loft and Derek took Liam from Y/N's arms. She took the keys from Derek, pressed a kiss to Liam's cheek and a deep passionate kiss to Derek's lips and took the car heading to the mall.</p> <p>Back at home, Derek gave Liam a snack before setting the toddler down on the rug in front of him as Liam crawled over to play with his blocks. "Liam, will you come with me for minute?" Derek asked holding his hand out. "K" Liam chimed happily standing up to take Derek's hand. They went over to the long floor length mirror in the corner of the living room and Derek sat in front of it setting Liam down on his lap as he crossed his legs. "Can you change your eyes again, Liam?" Derek asked him. Liam gazed into the mirror and began to blink a few times looking at his eyes but nothing happened. He pouted in disappointment. "Hey, it's ok pup. You'll learn. Look in to the mirror." Derek told him. The older alpha closed his eyes and focused opening them again so Liam could see his bright fiery red orbs. "Alpha", Liam exclaimed standing up in Derek's lap and tapping the reflection of him on the mirror. "That's right, pup." Derek praised him closing his eyes as his alpha eyes returned to their gentle hazel colour. "Again!" Liam chimed happily. "You try, pup. I know you can do it." Derek encouraged him.<br /> "No work." Liam pouted. Derek chuckled and pressed a kiss to Liam's crown. "It will. You need to think about it, pup. Close your eyes and think really hard ok?" Derek told him running his hands through Liam's hair. Liam closed his eyes and scrunched up his nose thinking hard. "Ok pup, slowly open them." Derek told him softly. Liam looked into the mirror and saw his eyes had changed. "I did! I did, Dewek!" Liam exclaimed excitedly gazing at his reflection. "Great job, pup! I told you you could do it!" Derek praised him. Derek pat his knee and Liam sat down again. "Liam, can you say daddy?" Derek asked him. Liam looked up at the older alpha. "Daddy" Liam repeated. Derek pointed to himself and repeated "daddy". Liam jumped up and wrapped his arms around Derek's neck nuzzling into his neck. "Daddy!" He exclaimed excitedly. "That's my pup." Derek praised pressing a kiss to his cheek making the young boy giggle and touch his cheek because his kisses were scratchy from his beard unlike Y/N's whose were soft and sweet.</p> <p>~ at the mall ~</p> <p>Y/N had a successful mini shopping trip and managed to get Liam 3 new pairs of clothes. She stopped by the drugstore to stock up on medication after Deaton's warning and also picked up a pack of pull ups, a new blankie, new small plush toy knowing it would make him happy and a new pack of dummies. Once she purchased everything she needed she headed back to her car and made her way home. She arrived within 40 minutes and carried all the shopping bags into the kitchen. She could hear Derek talking so she poked her head into the living room to see him sat on the floor in front of the mirror with Liam in his lap teaching him how to shift his eyes back and forth. She smiled at such a sweet moment. Liam saw Y/N's reflection in the mirror and got up from Derek's lap and ran over to her. "Mommy!" He squealed happily. Y/N caught him in her arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek setting him down on her hip. "Hi baby! Did you miss me? You looked like you were having lots of fun, huh?" She asked him. "Mommy, I did!" Liam exclaimed to her. "Did daddy teach you how to change your eyes?" She asked him. Liam nodded proudly. "I'm so proud of you, baby. Well done!" She praised him pressing another kiss to his cheek setting him down on the rug as he ran over to his toy box.</p> <p>"Daddy, huh?" Y/N asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Well he calls you, mommy so I thought why miss out?" Derek explained joking. Y/N chuckled and shook her head pressing a deep loving kiss to his lips. "You'd make a great dad to him" Y/N commented. Derek smiled at her and pressed another kiss to her lips. "I'll try to." He told her. "I know you will, he loves you. You're his father figure, teacher, protector and role model all in one and I'm so proud of you". She smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you." Derek smiled running his fingers through her long wavy hair. "I wanna kiss too!" Liam exclaimed running over to the couple as he hugged them. Derek scooped him up and placed him between them as they each pressed a kiss to Liam's cheek making the young boy giggle in delight. "We love you," the couple replied in unison as they saw Liam's eyes sparkle in delight and a big smile spread across his little face.</p> <p>"Do you want to see what mommy bought you?" Y/N asked him. Liam nodded his head excitedly. She got up heading to the kitchen to retrieve her shopping. She pulled out the new clothes, a new set of dummies, new blankie and small plush toy placing it all in front of Liam. "All mine?" Liam asked her as he touched the clothes and held the dummies and small plush toy in his hand still unsure. "Of course it is, sweetie. Look, you have new clothes, a new blankie, some new dummies and a new plushie." She told him smoothing back his hair. "What do you say, pup?" Derek urged him to use his manners. "T'ank oo, mommy." Liam replied shyly. Y/N smiled and scooped him up onto her lap and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're welcome, sweetheart." She cooed. "Why don't you show mommy what you learnt, pup?" Derek encouraged him. Liam nodded and looked back into the mirror and concentrated just like he had done with Derek. He opened his eyes and looked up at Y/N with his brilliant amber orbs. "Beautiful." Y/N smiled at him. Liam closed his eyes focusing again until they changed back. "No scared, mommy?" Liam asked her nervously. "No baby, of course not. You're still the same adorable little boy we both love ok?" She reassured him tickling his tummy pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Your mommy's right, pup. We love you so much and nothing will change." Derek also reassured him and pressed a kiss to the young beta's forehead as he ruffled his hair. "Love you mommy, daddy" Liam replied contently as he threw his arms around Y/N and Derek's neck as he hugged them tight.

[chaletnz]

Croatia's Interesting Capital City

I began my day in Zagreb the best way with a cappuccino from Cogito Coffee, I had been recommended the place by Lori although she said it looked exactly like a university toilet on the inside - she was exactly right! Next I needed food so I ate at a fancy restaurant in the main square because even though it was one of the most expensive places on the street it was still affordable for me. I took a tall glass of pineapple juice and some French toast. From my table I watched the chef making it and it came out with strawberries on top on a plate that said "you'll always be the one I love" so needless to say breakfast was divine. I made my way out to the Croatian national bank to meet Lori as her friend was taking a tour of the bank and she had invited me to join them both. However once we arrived I'm not exactly sure what happened but half the group went into the bank and the other half were taken on a walking tour of the design district. I was in the walking tour and must've got confused because I thought we'd return to see the bank but we never did. Anyhow I learned the bank was built on the outskirts of the old town of Zagreb and as a result the city flourished and grew around it and became the bustling Croatian capital we know today. In the 1990s a fountain was added in front of the bank as there was a large open space so the fountain was built as a gradient and to be something more interesting in the square. Just around the corner was a building nicknamed the "wooden skyscraper" which was essentially two floors of office buildings with about ten floors built on top out of wood for the employees to live in. Lori's friend Denis joined us for the tour and we all set off behind the guide with some more random people on our walking tour. We began at a small shed-like building surrounded by four stores apartment blocks and the guide showed us photos of how the area originally looked - there was once a huge farm of orange trees here behind the shed. I couldn't imagine even 20 trees being there before the land ended in front of the apartments but apparently once upon a time there were hundreds of trees. The "shed" was where the caretaker lived on the orange farm but is now used as a local office for something no one could translate or explain properly for me! Some citizen tax thing... The guide walked us through a parking garage at Spar and we emerged on the other side near a colourful highrise building that was intended for employees of the national bank. We took the elevator up to the top floor and enjoyed a nice view over Zagreb from the rooftop. From here Lori said the tour was going on to an architecture museum so we left and walked down the Main Street in the design district where there were some little bar kiosks, a stage and wooden seating areas set up presumably for the evening festivities. By now it was time for coffee so we took the tram (without paying might I add so I was sweating nervously the entire 4 minutes of the ride) back into the centre of town to another specialty coffee shop called the Express Bar. I got talking to one of the guys who worked there called Sani, he was considering a working holiday in New Zealand as the Australia quota was full so naturally he had a lot of questions for me! Lori wanted to show me a street full of boutique cocktail bars downtown although they weren't open yet. We walked uphill past the richest residences of Zagreb and discovered a summer cocktail garden tucked away with lots of hipster decorations and service kiosks built in shipping containers. After checking all of this out and being disappointed that it wasn't open we headed to "the nicest restaurant in Zagreb" Dubravkin Put. Lori's boyfriend worked here as a bartender and he made us some of his favourite cocktails even though they weren't officially open and we drank them outside in the sunshine. Lori then walked me in the direction of the upper part of town and we went our separate ways as she headed home to pack for a weekend wedding and I carried on adventuring. At the top of the city I found a lot of murals and street art which is always a welcome surprise. The streets were narrow and winding, and the building colourful and decked out with Croatian flags - they seem a very patriotic country! Finally I reached my final Zagreb destination: the Museum of Broken Relationships. I had planned on spending an hour here but it was just so interesting that it turned into almost two. The museum is full of random items that are exhibited with an accompanying story as to why this item represents a broken relationship in someone's life. Among the more memorable items were a stiletto, hockey puck, dog chew toy and a plush caterpillar. I was particularly touched by the story of the plush caterpillar; the couple tore off one of the legs for every month they were separated by distance vowing to be together before all the legs were torn off. The caterpillar in the museum still had half of its legs and the story ended with the couple never being together in the end. Imagine reading about 100 stories like this all associated to a weird object and that's basically the museum. After this depressing activity I realized I had run out of time completely and I needed to get a move on to quickly buy some snacks at Spar, pick up my backpack from the hostel and then catch my bus to Split. I snuck on to the tram again sweating nervously as I chose to ride for free for a few stops and then walk the rest of the way in the rain to the bus terminal. I farewelled Zagreb through a rain spattered window and then like a movie, when the bus drove through a tunnel and we suddenly emerged on the coastal side of the country the sun was out and it was 30 degrees outside. I had to switch buses in Zadar and immediately noticed the price inflation on the Adriatic coast as the driver tried to charge me 10 kuna to store my backpack under the bus whereas in Zagreb it cost me only 1. It was late when I finally arrived in Split so I had time only to walk to my hostel, check in, walk back into town for an (expensive) slice of pizza and then zonk out for the night.

[justanartsysideblog]

The Tezpadam

*flings more space lesbian au into the void* Lela belongs to @feynites.

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The ship her grandmother gives them for the project is…big. 

The Tezpadam—Deepstalker in common—is a fully functional colonization cruiser, with a pure lyrium drive core fresh out of Orzammar. How her grandmother managed to get that much pure lyrium when the Thedosian dwarves have a trade ban on all lyrium exports she’ll never know, but she isn’t going to question it.

It’s always safest not to question the illegal things her grandmother does.

The point of the matter is that the Tezpadam is gorgeous, and Maibrit’s more than a little in love with her. The only thing bigger than the cruisers are the old transport freighters that cart lyrium and supplies between the Carta controlled planets, and those have to be fully manned and constantly fine-tuned to keep the lyrium supply from interfering with the ship’s drive core.

But the Tezpadam…the Tezpadam is fully functional even with a skeleton crew. And while Maibrit’s crew isn’t going to be skimping around that line, it isn’t going to be fully manned either.

There are, unfortunately, not as many qualified lesbians in this line of work as Maibrit would have liked, and even less that aren’t in her grandmother’s pocket.

She knows fully well that at least two of the crew members she hired have been tasked with reporting back any pertinent information to her grandmother that Maibrit might leave out of her update logs. But if Maibrit refused to hire anyone on her grandmother’s payroll, the Old Nug would have forced her way in somehow.

But if Maibrit knows who’s working for her, she can filter out what information gets leaked to them. There’s also the chance that she can convince them to just embrace the lesbian utopia that will be L-7 and stop giving in to her grandmother’s demands.

It’s a long shot, but Maibrit likes lengthy projects.

“…wow..” Lela whispers, staring through the window at where the Tezpadam is docked. Her eyes trail over the dark blue dwarven runes painted along its surface, and shakes her head. “It’s gigantic.”

Maibrit agrees with a nod. “She’s got a dual lyrium drive core, the most efficient system we have. And the drive chamber’s made of a vanadium steel and tungsten alloy. No worries about lyrium leakage, no having to get up in the middle of the night to check the thermoregulators and run diagnostic tests on faulty equipment. I bet the gravity conduction system purrs like a kitten.” She sighs. “…you know, I might miss living in constant fear of being jettisoned out into space…”

“I won’t,” Lela replies swiftly.

Maibrit snickers, before she turns to look up at Lela, and takes a moment to just appreciate the slant of her nose. It’s a nice nose. Attached to an equally nice face. Goodness, her girlfriend is really, really beautiful. “Hey, we’ll be stuck on this station for about three more weeks before all of the crew arrives, and my grandmother has given me a really nice chunk of credit to use for ‘miscellaneous needs’. I’m pretty sure that means ‘buy all the things you think you’ll need on a barren wasteland including those cherry danishes you love so much and some new lingerie for your super hot girlfriend’.”

Lela lets out a small laugh, “I don’t think that’s what it was meant for.”

“All expenses pertaining to the actual colonization project are covered by Carta Corps. But this?” She holds up her wrist band. “This is for fun. Come on, we’re going to be on a hostile planet with no reliable supply drops for at least a year. We need to stock up on all the things we’ll miss.”

Lela doesn’t take too much convincing, after that.

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They take a lunch break halfway through their shopping spree to recharge.

Lela gets something that the restaurant claims is authentic Seheron fair, but Maibrit’s pretty sure that whoever made the dish has never been to Seheron, or even Thedas in general. The spices on the surface smell alright, but the face Lela makes tells all.

“That bad?” Maibrit pushes over her own plate. The dwarven food is usually a safe bet on all Carta run stations, so Maibrit tends to go with it.

“It takes like someone looked at a Fog Warrior and thought this was what they tasted like.”

“That’s practically cannibalism,” Maibrit quips, “Better share mine. We’ll grab some more snacks before we head back to the ship, in case we get hungry later.”

She glances over her datapad, and the new message that leaps up with a ‘ping’ as Lela begins digging in, looking much happier with the taste. Maibrit grins as she scans the message, “Oh good, the final crew member’s been confirmed. She’ll be here on the day before we head out. She’s got a bit of a way to travel, but we won’t have to change our scheduled departure.”

“Do you know everyone you hired?” Lela asks curiously.

“Not personally.” Maibrit shakes her head. “Most of them just be reputation, but I went to school with a few. When we get back to the Tezpadam, I’m going to meet with the assembled crew members and get some introductions out of the way.”

Lela nods, taking another bite.

“Do you want to see what the colony is going to look like?” Maibrit asks, pulling up a few files and holding the datapad out. “This is the basic design of the main base and outlying buildings. The area we’ll be settled in is a valley between these two mountains here. There’s a pretty elaborate cave system all throughout the mountainside, which is where we’ll be introducing the artificial titan.”

The initial scans had shown the air has the potential to be breathable, which Maibrit is thankful for. They’ll need to do some terraforming to be able to go out without proper equipment, but there’s a base amount of oxygen in the air that their rebreathers can pull out naturally.

“Are we going to have room for everything we need?” Lela asks, leaning over to look at the blueprints. “The buildings look bigger than the ship.”

“Only a little bigger, with the outlying attachments,” Maibrit agrees. “We’re not carrying the building materials on the Tezpadam. There were two major equipment drops already, so when we arrive at the drop site we’ll just have to crack them open and get building.”

She hopes that the containers are still at the drop site when they get there. Sometimes there are complications, and while the planet had been observed there hasn’t been any indepth exploration, and no cataloging of the indigenous flora and fauna.

...At least the planet isn’t known for acid rainfall, like L3. The filtration systems for that base were a mess.

“Alright, let’s finish up here, throw out that sad attempt at biological warfare,” Maibrit jabs her fork in the direction of the supposed Seheron special, “And then after we meet the crew I think you and I should break in that giant bed in the captain’s quarters.”

Lela hums, “What if I short circuit something?”

Maibrit laughs, “Oh Sparkplug, what do you think half those tools I bought at the last store are for?”

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Maibrit sends Lela back ahead of her, once they’re all finished, only because as she looks out the windows of the docking bay terminal, she sees a flurry of movement near the storage loading dock attached to the Tezpadam.

She figures it’s probably just someone being a little rough with some of the cargo containers—most of the supplies can handle a few bumps—but the last thing she needs is someone upsetting some delicate equipment that leads to an electrical fire halfway through transit.

“What are you idiots doing? That container holds delicate equipment! You aren’t qualified to go shoving my child into the cargo hold like a crate of spare parts!”

Uh-oh.

Maibrit looks to the storage bunker, where the loading dock crew have been moving items into the cargo hold: spare pieces of equipment, extra food stock, and their secondary water supply, among other things.

And also…also their artificial titan, which is the current point of contention, it seems.

The artificial titan’s handler stands in front of a monstrous black container covered in warning labels, glowering at the three dock managers.

Vehul Av’ahn, one of the leading members of the Artificial Titan Project, was in charge of crafting this specific artificial titan with Dagna, an old friend of Maibrit’s. The process of crafting the things was a well-kept secret, but it’s known that it takes both dwarves and highly skilled mages working in tandem to do it. Dagna herself was staying on L-1 to continue working on new prototypes, but Vehul had volunteered to come personally help with introducing the titan to the foreign material and monitoring how well it takes.

Maibrit’s heard the rumor of course, that Vehul had snuck into an abandoned thaig back on Thedas and came out half-mad and saying she could hear the stones sing. Maibrit isn’t entirely certain she believes it, but she does believe Vehul’s probably a little crazy.

The elf woman in question looks like she’s ready to start a firefight in the middle of the loading bay, so Maibrit picks up her pace, “What seems to be the problem?”

Vehul turns, mismatched eyes narrowed behind her eye vizor, before she recognizes Maibrit and throws her arms up, “Finally! Someone competent! Serah Cadash, I’d like to say everything is wrong, but that in and of itself is a gross understatement.”

Maibrit had almost forgotten how much of a hyperbolic drama queen Vehul was.

She waits for Vehul to continue, and continue she does, holding up her fingers and ticking off points, occasionally swiveling her head to glare at the dock managers. “First of all, my child needs to be placed very specifically inside of the hold, so as not to be disturbed while he rests. He is very delicate, and the equilibrium needed to maintain an artificial titan between the final stages of crafting and introduction to a foreign material is precarious! These fools not only wanted to throw it in an unsecured corner but they wanted to first scan it to check for dangerous chemical compounds!”

“It’s company policy, serah, we can’t—”

“Do you know what would happen if some errant electrical wavelength triggered him? Do you want to know what happens when an artificial titan activates?”

Maibrit pauses, hand going up to her eyepatch. She’d nearly tried to look through the container walls with her ruby, just out of curiosity, but stops herself, activating the warding enchantments on the eyepatch to make certain the ruby doesn’t activate itself. It has a habit, sometimes, of doing that.

Vehul doesn’t seem to notice, as she continues her lecture, “He’s going to latch onto the first foreign material he comes in contact with…and he’s going to fuse with it and integrate it into his system. And that foreign material will be this entire damn station. And do you know what happens when he hits foreign lyrium? Or gods forbid he rejects this new foreign material he’s latched onto and we get our own dramatic reenactment of the meltdown on L-2. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories.”

The dock managers look hurriedly from Vehul to Maibrit.

Maibrit sighs. “I’m in charge of this project. You can contact my grandmother, the CEO and owner of Carta Corps if you’d like, but I’m certain she’ll give us clearance. Please handle that package with care, and follow Serah Av’ahn’s instructions.”

“O-of course, Serah Cadash.” The dock managers nod, and Vehul snorts, before turning on them again, “Well then, the first thing you’ll need to do is remove all of the material on the left side of the cargo bay so I can secure him in first—”

Maibrit leaves before she can get drawn into the argument even more with a shake of her head.

She really hopes that the rest of the crew isn’t going to make things quite so complicated.

She can already feel a headache forming.

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