#I’m not taking a step back. cause there is none to take besides leave completely

[foxgloveinspace]

I’m kinda sad cause the Sleep Token obsession is ending on my end but not in a ‘I don’t love them’ kinda way, they are still my favorite band ever, I just……. Am not as obsessed.

[reiwanwan]

My gift

It’s your birthday and as the wife of Alfie Solomons of course he has to spoil his girl with only the finest jewels

content warning: none

It was y/n’s birthday, and the evening was already quiet when she heard the door open. To her surprise, Alfie walked in earlier than expected, a rare occasion that immediately made her smile. “Oi, Cyril,” Alfie said to his dog, gesturing towards the door, “leave us alone, mate. It’s y/n’s night.”

Y/n looked at him, curious, as he placed a few large boxes on the table. “What’s this?” she asked.

Alfie smirked and opened the boxes to reveal an array of gleaming jewelry—necklaces, bracelets, earrings, everything that sparkled under the dim lights. “Happy birthday, love. Now, we’re gonna do this right.” He began helping her put on each piece, one by one, delicately fastening necklaces and sliding rings onto her fingers, making sure everything was perfect. Then he gently twirled her around, admiring how all the pieces shimmered together.

He walked over to the record player and put on a slow tune, stepping back towards y/n with a grin. “C’mon, let’s dance.”

As they swayed together, Alfie lifted her arm, and the soft jingling of the jewelry filled the room. He chuckled, leaning in to whisper, “You know, love, the sound of that jewelry is better than the bloody song.”

They danced slowly, Alfie’s gruff exterior melting as he looked down at her, completely enchanted. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to speak. “I was a bit selfish, you know,” he said, still holding her close. “All this,” he gestured to the jewelry, “it’s your present, but also mine. Because seein’ you all dolled up like this? That’s my gift.”

Y/n laughed softly, shaking her head at his honesty. He leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow, before pushing her gently onto the couch. Alfie sat down beside her, taking his pipe out of his pocket, lighting it with a relaxed sigh. “Now, love, go on and change the song to whatever you want.”

Y/n, still smiling, leaned back into the couch. “I want to dance like those women at the big parties.”

Alfie looked at her with a raised brow, smirking. “Maybe you should just dance on your own then, ’cause I’m not gettin’ any younger, and all this movin’ around ain’t for me anymore.” He took a puff of his pipe. “I’ll sit right here and drink, love, just admirin’ you and that jewelry rattlin’ while you move. That’s the real music.”

Y/n chuckled, getting up and slowly starting to dance in the middle of the room. The soft jingle of the jewelry, just as Alfie had said, became the rhythm as she moved, his eyes never leaving her as she swayed, glowing with happiness.

“You’re bloody perfect,” Alfie mumbled, taking another long drag of his pipe, watching her with quiet admiration as she made the room feel alive.

[nephalem-da]

Elara’s Playdate

(Bill Cipher x OC)

Synopsis: Bill Cipher drops off his mischievous baby daughter, Elara, with the unsuspecting Pines family while he celebrates his anniversary. Chaos quickly unfolds as the Pines struggle to control the demonic toddler, leading to the complete wreckage of the Mystery Shack.

The Mystery Shack was unusually quiet as the Pines family enjoyed a rare moment of peace. Mabel was doodling in her scrapbook, Dipper was buried in a journal, Stan was counting money behind the counter, and Ford was studying an ancient artifact. It was a day like any other—or so they thought.

A sudden surge of energy rippled through the shack, making the lights flicker. Before anyone could react, a portal opened in the middle of the room, swirling with bright colors. The Pines family jumped to their feet, immediately on guard. Stan reached for his brass knuckles, Mabel grabbed her grappling hook, and Ford quickly pulled out his ray gun.

Out of the portal stepped none other than Bill Cipher, but this time, he wasn’t alone. In his arms was a small, light purple triangle with a single eye and a giggle that could only be described as mischievously adorable.

“Hey, nerds!” Bill greeted with a wide grin, ignoring the fact that the Pines were ready to attack. “No need to get your knickers in a twist. I’m not here to cause trouble—well, not for the next few hours, at least.”

“Bill!” Dipper exclaimed, stepping forward, his journal clutched tightly in his hands. “What are you doing here? And… what is that?”

“This, Pine Tree, is my darling daughter, Elara.” Bill’s voice was almost proud as he looked down at the giggling little triangle in his arms. “Isn’t she just the cutest little reality-warper you’ve ever seen?”

The Pines family was stunned into silence. Ford, who had been studying Bill intently, looked the most shocked. “A child? But… how is that possible?”

Bill chuckled, seemingly enjoying their confusion. “Oh, it’s possible, Sixer. Just because you haven’t figured it out yet doesn’t mean it can’t happen. Anyway, it’s me and Mae’s anniversary today, and we’ve got some cosmic chaos planned. But we can’t exactly take our bundle of joy with us, now can we?”

Before anyone could protest, Bill floated over to Mabel and gently placed Elara in her arms. The little triangle cooed, looking up at Mabel with wide, innocent eyes. Mabel’s heart melted instantly, despite the fact that this was Bill Cipher’s offspring.

“Mabel, sweet shooting star, you’re in charge of her while we’re out,” Bill said, his tone suddenly serious. “If anything happens to my precious Elara, well… let’s just say you’ll find out there are fates worse than being turned into a sock puppet.”

Mabel gulped but nodded, unable to resist the adorable cooing of Elara. “Don’t worry, Bill! I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good!” Bill grinned, satisfied. “Mae sends her regards, by the way. And with that, I’m off!”

With a snap of his fingers, Bill disappeared back into the portal, which closed behind him with a flash of light, leaving the Pines family in stunned silence once again. Elara wriggled in Mabel’s arms, making a soft, happy noise that was almost too cute for words.

“Did that just happen?” Dipper finally asked, still trying to process what had just occurred.

“Yes,” Ford replied, his voice filled with disbelief. “Yes, it did.”

“Well, we can’t just leave it—her—alone,” Mabel said, looking down at Elara, who was now sucking on one of her tiny points as if it were a thumb. “She’s too adorable!”

Stan grumbled, crossing his arms. “Adorable or not, that thing is still Bill Cipher’s kid. I say we toss it back into whatever dimension it came from.”

“No way, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel protested, holding Elara protectively. “She’s just a baby. And besides, if Bill finds out we didn’t take care of her, who knows what he’ll do!”

Dipper sighed, knowing Mabel was right. “Okay, so what do we do? How do we take care of a… a baby triangle?”

Ford adjusted his glasses, deep in thought. “We’ll have to treat her like any other child—keep her entertained, fed, and most importantly, keep her from using any of her powers.”

“Easier said than done,” Dipper muttered.

The day that followed was nothing short of chaotic. Elara, despite her innocent appearance, quickly proved to be a handful. She had a knack for getting into trouble, whether it was floating up to the ceiling to play with the light fixtures, or phasing through walls to explore hidden rooms in the shack.

At one point, Stan tried to distract her with some toys, only for Elara to accidentally turn them into living creatures that began to wreak havoc in the living room. It took all of Dipper’s quick thinking and Mabel’s grappling hook to catch the rogue toys and return them to their inanimate state.

“Who knew babysitting a demonic triangle would be this hard?” Mabel panted, wiping sweat from her brow as she and Dipper corralled the last of the animated toys.

Elara giggled, clearly enjoying the chaos she had caused, while Stan looked like he was about ready to pull his hair out.

By the time the day was over, the Mystery Shack was in complete disarray. Furniture was overturned, pipes were leaking, and Stan’s prized taxidermy collection had been knocked over. The Pines family was utterly exhausted, sprawled out on the floor around Elara, who was now contently gnawing on a rubber duck Mabel had given her.

As the sun set, another portal opened in the middle of the room. Bill floated through, looking as pleased as ever, with Mae following close behind. The Pines family groaned, too tired to even get up.

“Well, well, well!” Bill exclaimed, surveying the wreckage with a laugh. “Looks like little Elara had a great time! Didn’t you, sweetie?”

Elara cooed happily, floating up into her father’s arms. Mae, who had been silently observing, shook her head with a small, amused smile. “Honestly, Bill, you could’ve warned them about how energetic she is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Bill winked at her before turning back to the Pines. “You all did a decent job keeping her in one piece, so I guess I’ll keep my promise.”

“Promise?” Stan grumbled, struggling to sit up. “What promise?”

“I promised I might stop messing with you for a week if you kept her safe,” Bill said with a smirk. “Consider it your lucky break.”

Mabel, despite being utterly exhausted, couldn’t help but smile at Elara. “She really is cute, though.”

Mae floated over to Mabel, a soft expression on her face. “Thank you for looking after her, Mabel." She patted her head, "I knew I could count on you."

Mabel giggled as she handed Elara to Mae's outstretched hands, "Your welcome!"

Bill looked down at the Pines family one last time. “Well, it’s been fun, but we’ve got to get going. Mae, Elara, let’s roll!”

As the portal reopened, Bill and Mae floated through with Elara in tow. Just before the portal closed, Bill turned back with a mischievous grin. “See you around, nerds! And remember, don’t miss me too much!”

With that, the portal closed, leaving the Pines family in the wrecked remains of the Mystery Shack, utterly exhausted but strangely content.

Ford looked around at the chaos and let out a weary sigh. “I suppose we should be grateful that’s all they did."

Dipper nodded in agreement, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, but I have a feeling this won’t be the last time we see them.”

Mabel, still holding the gem Mae had given her, smiled to herself. “I kind of hope not. Elara was pretty fun, in a weird, terrifying way.”

Stan groaned, dragging himself to his feet. “You kids are nuts. I need a nap.”

As the Pines family slowly began to clean up the mess, they couldn’t shake the feeling that their lives had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. But then again, when it came to Gravity Falls, nothing was ever simple.

[bad268]

Hi lovely, what abouta fic about Ollie telling you he got the Haas contract?

Contracts (Ollie Bearman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (speedrun)

Warnings: None

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 712

Summary: Ollie tells you about his contract next year.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Ollie has been more smiley lately. Part of you knew he was always generally happy around race weekends and his free practice sessions, but you could not put your finger on it. Silverstone was just a whole different level. 

Then you account it as him being happy to be at his home race. That’s all it was.

You were in the kitchen cooking the night before media day when Ollie came in and sat on the counter beside you. He looked down at you before gently tapping your side with his leg as you stirred the food in the pan. You looked up at him expectantly, but he did not say anything.

“If you’re asking for a taste test, it’s not cooked yet,” You said simply as you gestured to the food that was just starting to sizzle. He looked down at it briefly before looking back at you and shaking his head. “Well, what do you want then? I’m not letting you try to cook. Last time I did that, you almost burned the kitchen down.”

“No, don’t let me cook,” He chuckled as he jumped down, so he could stand behind you and wrap his arms around you, swaying as you added seasoning to the food. 

“I’ll let you cook, just not with food,” You teased as you leaned back into his chest and rested your head back to look up at him. He just looked down at you causing you to chuckle lightly.  “Okay, I’m done. What?”

“No, maybe I don’t wanna tell you anymore,” Ollie pouted as he turned away from you and crossed his arms. You turned the heat down a little before stepping away to stand in front of him. He turned his head away from you, but you put your hands on his forearms, shaking him gently.

“Please?” You pouted back as your forced tears to well up in your eyes. Maybe you could guilt him into telling you. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you want.”

Ollie briefly glanced down but did a double-take when he saw the tears. Have you done this before? Yes. Was it still going to break down his walls? Absolutely. He let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms and opted to hold your hands in his.

“I guess I can tell you,” He groans out in mocking reluctance. “I may or may not have signed for next year already.”

“Oh, with Prema? I didn’t know you wanted a third year of F2,” You responded, surprised. 

“No, not with Prema,” He laughed, confused how you were completely clueless about the rumors.

“Do not tell me you signed for another team!” You gasped as you held his hands tighter and gently shook them. “That’s not fair! They’re like family!”

“Well, technically, I did sign with another team,” He chuckled to himself as he thought about it.

“Do I get to know what team and when this will be announced? I deserve that,” You sighed, ready to come to terms with joining a new team, “I’ll need to color coordinate. No other team in F2 is red.”

“Red is fine,” Ollie said simply. “Haas is red, and I think I’m still a Ferrari Junior, so when Lewis retires or Charles leaves, I could move up.”

“Wait,” You made him pause. You’re head was running at a million miles a second when suddenly, it all stopped. It was like all the wind left your lungs as you whispered, “You signed with Haas?”

“I signed with Haas,” Ollie whispered back with a huge smile on his face.

“No way! I’m so proud of you!” You cheered as you jumped into Ollie’s arms. He held you tightly to him as he spun you two around the kitchen. Eventually, he set you back on the ground, but neither of you could wipe the large smiles off your faces. “How long have you known?”

“If I say you’ll be mad,” Ollie said bashfully as he avoided eye contact. “Plus, I know you can’t keep a secret.”

“Hey!” You shouted as you slapped his arm. “I can keep a secret!”

“Oh please,” Ollie scoffed, “You ruined our soft launch!”

“How was I supposed to know the story went public instead of close friends?”

~~~~~

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[nervousgardenerkid]

Private, not secret

a/n: me being happy cause my no sabo ass can finally start using the little spanish sayings i've learned/said throughout my life😭😭not sure how to feel about this or how it ended....just the thought of miguel coming home and COMPLETELY unwinding and being putty in ur hands....it does something to me okay?? i just wanna take care of him pls as always i hope u all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

warnings: none really! cursing, some spanish, (that's probs not good i'm sorry my luvs i wasn't taught my native language </3) miguel being soft then grumpy lol, not proofread (that's a warning itself).

no pronouns are used in this story and there wasn't any specific races mentioned so everyone can read!! i'll probs do a translation of the phrases i used later👁️👄👁️

There was one thing that was certain about Miguel O’Hara, and that one thing was how private he was about his life. It was no surprise to anyone at headquarters how private he was about his life outside of Spiderman. For all they knew, Miguel practically lives in his office. From the moment they stepped foot into the building, to the moment they walked out, Miguel would be there staring at the screens that were in front of him.

There was something different about today though. Something different about this week. It hadn't been the best week for any of the Spider-people down at headquarters, meaning it definitely wasn't a good week for Miguel. Anomalies were escaping, villains were destroying cities, and Hobie missed a morning debrief again, yet Miguel hasn't blown up yet. Not even a cold icy glare was sent their way.

“This is weird…” Peter mumbled to himself as Mayday crawled up his body, sitting on his shoulders giggling as he watched Miguel talk to Hobie calmly.

Gwen lowered herself down from the ceiling hanging upside down beside him.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

She flips over, landing on her feet effortlessly.

“Doesn't he usually start yelling by this point?” Pavitr asked, following closely behind Gwen.

Peter slowly nods his head, his eyes not leaving the sight in front of him, but widening more when he sees Miguel laugh at something Hobie says.

“Did he just…?” Peter mumbles quietly to himself

“Oh yeah, he did,” Gwen says while grabbing onto Mayday.

“Awe nah,” Miles said, swinging next to them.

“Yall remember when he tried literally killing me?! Ain't no way bros just out here laughing now.”

“Laughing with me too at that,” Hobie said while turning around and watching Miguel leave before facing his friends again with a sly smile.

“You all thinking what I'm thinking?” Hobie asked.

“We go home early?” Peter asked while taking Mayday back from Gwen, placing her in her carrier.

“We kidnap him for questioning-”

“We follow him home-”

“We leave him alone to bathe in his happiness!”

Four pairs of eyes all fall on Pavitr as soon as the words leave his mouth, causing him to nervously clear his throat.

“I’m just saying…maybe it's best if we leave him alone. I mean, do we really want Miguel to be angry and start yelling at us again?”

-

“I guess we do want Miguel to yell at us.”

Pavitr whispered harshly, earning four loud shushes as they hung off of a random building.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miles asked quietly as he put his hands up near his eyes, peering into the window.

“Has to be,” Hobie replied with a smile as he grabbed onto Mayday who was crawling up to the roof.

“We followed him here ourselves!” Gwen exclaimed. “He has to be here.”

Peter gasps and ducks out of your eyesight, pulling down Gwen and Pavitr with him and shushing everyone.

“Oh my god, we should've listened to Pav-”

“Yes, you should have.” Pav cut off with a smile.

“This is someone else’s house!”

Miles whispered as he kept looking at the window, silently thanking the universe for his invisibility powers.

“Miles! Get down already!” Gwen said while looking up at him, but her words go into one of Miles’ ears and out the other as he watches Miguel walk into the home with a familiar scowl on his face.

“Wait! Miguel just walked in.”

Interest peaked from everyone as they all make their way over to the window, peeking inside and gasping when they see you jump into Miguel’s arms

“I don't believe it…” Gwen quietly said to herself.

“Huh, well that's something I didn't expect.” Peter followed.

“Oh, this is great! Miguel is in love with someone! Do you think anyone else knows? What about Jess? Or maybe even-”

Pav’s words are cut short when Mayday starts banging on the window when she sees the large familiar man her father works with. Gasps leave the mouths of everyone when they hear the exchange between you and Miguel.

“Miguel…why is there a baby sticking to our window?”

“Dios mío, pinche Parker…”

Peter feels his heart drop when his last name leaves Miguel’s lips. He reaches up ready to grab his beautiful daughter (and possibly say his last words to her) but grabs onto a chiseled face instead.

“Oi, he's a dead man now, yeah?” Hobie whispers to his friends.

Peter slowly looks up, giggling nervously when he sees Miguel's face in his hands still.

“Parker, let go of my face.”

Peter quickly drops his hands and starts stuttering over his words to explain why he's there with everyone until Miguel holds up a hand to stop him.

“You five,” he said, gesturing to the group. “In the house.”

The group wastes no time as they all swing into Miguel’s house carefully trying not to knock anything over. It's now that they take the time to look around his decorated home, smiling when they see pictures scattered along the wall. The place is nice, it screams Miguel and someone else, they just don't know who yet.

“Parker. Your baby, please.”

Peter looks back over at Miguel who stands perfectly still as Mayday begins to climb over him into the arms of a giggling you.

“She is just adorable! Mira que lindo, Miggy! Don't you just want to eat her up?”

Peter’s heart swells when Mayday giggles at your compliments, his eyes widening a bit when he sees Miguel smile at you.

“Yes, cariño she's cute, but I think she needs to go back with Peter.”

Peter steps forward with his arms out, chuckling when Mayday jumps into them. Miguel turns to face them all, ready to send them back home when he sees the looks on their faces.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Ask away.”

“Are you the reason he’s nicer now?”

“How long has this been going on?!”

“Does he glare at you when you mess up things too?”

“This couch is lovely. I have to know where you got it from.”

You laugh softly as questions are thrown your way a mile a minute. Miguel grumbles to himself as he walks over to the kitchen table, your hand in his as he drags you to sit onto his lap.

“You happier at work now guapo? Hm?”

The team collectively gasps when a pretty rose color makes itself evident across his cheeks as your hands run through his hair, tangling itself with the strands resting on the back of his neck.

“Mi alma...not in front of them.” he quietly whines while hiding his face on your shoulder.

“No way he's blushing right now,” Miles mumbles under his breath to Hobie.

Miguel shoots him a glare, his eyes glowing red as you let out soft coos and bring his head against your chest.

“Yah Miggy, cálmate por favor,”

You look over at the spider people standing around in your living room, getting up from Miguel’s lap and walking over to the fridge.

“Are you guys hungry?” you asked while looking over your shoulder and smiling at them.

“I didn't make enough dinner for all of us but I'm sure I can find something to cook real quick!”

“Amor, they were just leaving-” Miguel starts, but is cut off quickly.

“I could eat some food.”

“I'll take some water if that's okay!”

Peter walks over to Miguel’s food, grabbing a piece of food from his plate and humming in contentment when the flavors melt on his tongue.

“This is amazing! What seasonings did you use?”

Miguel can't even comprehend what's happening as everyone rushes over toward you, stealing your attention away from him. He takes a moment to let everything sink in as his eyes fall on you smiling and laughing while holding Mayday in your arms. His heart swells at the sight in front of him, feeling nothing but happiness at the fact that you get along with people he's grown close to over time. That happy little bubble he's in quickly pops when he sees Peter standing over the stove with Hobie and Miles, eating the food you cooked as if they haven't eaten in years.

“Please, have some. We insist.” Miguel said under his breath, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Fank…you!” Miles said with a mouthful of food. Homie and Peter followed him giving him a thumbs up with a smile.

Miguel takes a deep breath, his hands flying to his face pinching the bridge of his nose as he makes his way over to you while mumbling under his breath.

“No puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

He smiles as Mayday jumps from your arms into his, his hands finding their way under her tiny arms as he lifts her into the air laughing with her.

“Do you really need your daddy Mayday? I'm sure you can stay with me and mi vida, no?”

Mayday laughs, her hands loudly coming together as she claps, then puts her hand into her mouth when Miguel settles her onto his shoulders.

Peter quickly gulps down the food that was in his mouth as Gwen lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Something tells me we’ve overstayed our welcome…”

Peter nods his head quickly, snatching Mayday off of Miguel and offering you a smile.

“Yeah, we should head out soon, pretty sure MJ is cooking lasagna tonight.”

The rest of the group walked toward the window they entered in, their heads looking over their shoulders waving goodbye to you as they thank you and hope to meet again soon. Miguel wraps his arms around you from behind as he watches them all filter out the room one by one, swinging their way back home.

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Everything okay Miggy?” you ask quietly as you reach out behind you to play with his hair.

He nods his head, his arms squeezing you just a bit tighter as he starts to leave kisses where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Just tired cariño, even when I'm away from work I can't escape them.”

You chuckle and turn around to face him, your arms draping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“They just wanna see what's got you so happy at work now guapo,” you whisper quietly. “They’re your friends and they love you.

Your hands come to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. He leans into your touch, a small scoff leaving his lips.

“They aren't my-”

“They are your friends.” you lean up a bit to gently place a kiss on his lips, smiling when you pull away and watch him follow your lips.

“They're your friends and you love them, Miguel.”

He smiles, placing another kiss on you as his hand tangles itself in your hair, attempting to bring you closer to him.

“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smile. “They're my friends and I love them, but not as much as I love you.”

Your hands slide down to his chest and grip the shirt he's wearing, bringing him closer to you, ready to get lost in the feeling of him before a voice breaks you both away.

“Awe, we love you too Miguel.”

“Pinche cabrón- Parker! Go home!”

[next-autopsy]

A/N: I am eternally sorry this has taken so long and I beg your forgiveness- what better way than with a chapter called: Forgiveness. I've had a massive break from writing and this is completely unedited so please bear with me here

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: cute things ahead? internalised homophobia

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz, @grumpy-liebgott @b00ks1ut (let me know if y'all still want to be on here, its been ages i know)

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty seven: Forgiveness

The time had come to fix things with Toye. 

Birdie knew he was still upset with her, rightfully so. She knew she needed to talk to him and clarify, he was her best friend after all. 

That afternoon, after she finally got rid of Luz who had followed her round making quips at her NOT date, Birdie sort out her pal. He was fairly easy to find, predictably, he had chosen to spend his day off working out. Blowing off his upset with her as he ran laps around one of the designated PT fields. 

He noticed her standing at the edge of the grassy field. Usually Toye would stop and chat to her or slow down so she could jog beside him, today; he kept running, right past her without changing his speed. This is how she knew he was still quietly fuming.

Birdie followed after him, picking up her speed to a jog which quickly became a run after noticing he wasn’t slowing down for her. 

She knew he was aware of her following behind him. She knew he was ignoring her on purpose. She knew it would take a lot of sucking up to repair the riff she had caused. So she continued to run after him, showing him she was dedicated to fixing their friendship. 

They ran several laps of the field, not slowing in pace which almost winded Bernadette. So when Toye finally slowed to a stop, Birdie was panting and puffing, near death.

“I thought we were friends.” Toye began, breaking the silence. Birdie was not ready for this conversation, still bent over trying to catch her breath but she couldn’t ignore him now. 

“We are!”

“Why didn't you say anything before leaving? After Harr-” He cut himself off, not wanting to open that can of worms. Taking a deep breath, he spoke up again, “I was scared something happened to you.” Toye had lowered his tone, stepping closer to her as if his worry was a secret. Birdie didn’t answer him, she wasn’t really sure what to say to calm him so she just allowed him to say his piece.

“And then, Popeye told me you were whisked off by Liebgott. Popeye! I had to hear that from Popeye! My own best friend and fuckin’ Popeye knew before me.” He was back to raising his voice, arms flailing around to prove a point. Luckily no one was around to hear so it didn’t really matter if he yelled a little. 

“I’m sorry, Joe-” The woman began but was quickly silenced.

“Don’t even get me started on Liebgott! What the hell, Birdie?” Joe’s eyebrows were furrowed, he didn’t have a lot of love or respect for the Californian man. The way he had iced Birdie out and talked about her behind her back in the early days of Toccoa had rubbed Toye the wrong way. Even in the first weeks when none of the men were on speaking terms with Bernadette, Toye had admired her, he never joined in with the bets, name calling or speculations about the Easy company lady and he didn’t respect the men who did. 

“Joe…” Birdie said softly, she wanted to reach out and hug him. She truly hadn’t meant to upset him so much but she also knew this was about more than him hearing news through the grapevine. There was something deeper to his upset.

Bernadette gave him a moment as he took deep breaths, partially from the intense cardio workout and partially because of his emotions. He inhaled sharp and shaky which was Bernadette’s indication to stay quiet, whatever he was about to say was needed, Toye needed to get it off his chest and tell her.

“When-” He let out a sigh, pausing to restart his sentence, “It felt like that day all over again.” He started, his eyes downcast to the grass unable or unwilling to make eye contact while he spoke these words. “I really thought it was you, you know?” 

That sentence gave her chills. She knew which day he was referring to, she knew what event he was speaking about. They had never discussed it, not properly. As always Toye and Birdie had brushed off their true feelings, bottled them up and pretended everything was normal. 

He typically wasn’t one for words, he comforted silently, he checked on her mutely. He didn’t have to say much, it was like they could read each other's minds, so they didn’t need to speak out loud. And Birdie appreciated that, it was nice to have someone who treated her normally and not like a little girl who was going to have a breakdown and needed to be handled with care. 

But now, all those conversations they pushed aside were coming out. Stuff they never openly discussed but should have. 

“And, you didn’t even tell me…” Toye looked down, these words were lighter, not as serious or heartbreaking. She quickly realised Toye was trying to change the subject and shift the atmosphere 

“Tell you what?” Bernadette was unsure of what he wanted to talk about because he usually didn’t. He didn’t push her to bring things up or ask lots of questions, he told her what he wanted her to know. He shared what he was willing to share and Birdie never pushed him for more, she didn’t want to overstep the boundaries of their friendship. 

“About Luz…” His gaze went back to her, “I know you know, we talked. He told me everything.” Oh. Oh. He and George had talked? When did that happen? Damn, she was missing some vital information, maybe being open about everything was best.

“I was waitin’ for you to come to me.” She spoke honestly, she didn’t want to press him if he wasn’t ready to talk about certain things. Yes, she knew Luz had some level of feelings for her best friend but she had promised not to betray the trust he had put in her. And a promise was something she took very seriously. 

“But you went to him.” It finally clicked for Birdie why Joe was so cut up. He knew that she was aware of the feelings between the two men but she hadn’t said anything to him, instead she had gone to George, chatted and comforted and been there for him, something Joe had recently realized he wanted. 

He wanted to share his private life with someone, he wanted to open up and talk to her. Joe wanted her advice about the jokester and how to proceed. Having never been in this kind of situation before and found himself needing her, his best friend. 

“I just feel like you’re keeping things from me. A lot of things.” Toye straightened up his posture, putting on his tough man bravado. 

“Well let’s not.” The woman’s voice was cheery and she bounced on her feet, a large smile making its way onto her face. The stiff uncomfortable conversation from before was now forgotten, it was clear that whatever little riff between them was mended.

“Huh?” Her sudden change of demeanor confused him. 

“Let’s not keep stuff from each other. We obviously have a few things to catch up on. You tell me everything and I’ll tell you everything. No exceptions. I’ll ask you the most intrusive questions and you have to answer. You’ll be so sick of me, it’ll be great.” The grin never left her face. 

Birdie didn’t really give him a chance to reply, she linked arms with the taller man and pulled him along so they could find somewhere quiet to catch up and gossip. Toye dragged his feet as he walked next to her, rolling his eyes and pretending he hated the thought of chatting like bored housewives, but he couldn’t help his lips curving into a smile. 

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“Well, if Nixon hadn’t been there… would you have?” Toye hinted at his meaning, not yet comfortable enough to speak the words aloud. 

The pair were sitting, side by side at the head of the man’s bed. With no one around they could speak freely and share their deepest secrets without worry of being overheard.

“I- well… I don’t really know. Maybe.” She thought about it, “Probably.” Birdie shrugged. 

“What?” He prodded, knowing there was more.

“What?” But she played dumb. 

“What else? You promised to tell me everything, remember?” Toye stated matter of factly. He was right, of course but that didn’t stop Birdie from rolling her eyes and huffing before she answered, 

“He was… weird.”

“Weird how? When?” Joe was enjoying the gossiping more than he thought he would, he wanted to know every little detail about her time with Joey. Yes, he had teased her immensely for that. 

“This mornin’… at breakfast… and kinda last night when Winters left the room. He was…. hmmm, distant?” It wasn’t exactly the right word but she could think of another to describe the Californian man. 

“How so?”

“Just… quiet.”

“Liebgott quiet? Yeah, that is weird.” Toye snorted, a grin breaking out on his face. 

“Oh, shut it!” Birdie's words were serious, although she couldn’t help her lips from mirroring his, grinning wide. 

“Maybe… and I can’t believe I’m saying this… Maybe you two just need to talk. Be honest. Ask him why he’s being weird.” Joe supplied, gently shrugging like it was the simplest thing to do. 

“But what if-” She was cut off by her best friend.

“You can spend your whole life saying ‘what if’... but then you’ll never know.”

“That’s… strangely profound.” The southern lady was pleasantly surprised by her friend's words. 

“You saying I’m not smart?”

“NoOo.” She sing-songed, making a face at Toye, one that he copied. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…wise.”

“So, you are calling me dumb.” 

“Shut up, genius.” Birdie smirked at the man, pushing her shoulder into his playfully, “And now you.”

“Me?” It was his turn to play dumb.

“Tell me all about you and Luz.” Birdie curled up next to the man while he began his story. 

“Okay well, it started……”

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“Just get me a drink.” Some instinct inside of Toye had grabbed at the front of the shorter man’s jacket and pulled him close. And now, mere inches from Luz’s face, a feeling swirled in the pit of his stomach. 

Joe didn’t miss those big brown eyes flickering down to his lips but it surprised him nonetheless. 

“Hell of an idea.” George’s own lips broke into a grin as he procured a full to the brim beer for the man in front of him. 

Toye quickly remembered where they were; in a room full of their peers. Like a light switch he clicked, remembering he had brought Birdie with him to the bar. He kept his head straight but subtly peeked at her from his peripheral vision. 

She had seen it. 

Whatever little exchange had happened between him and the jokester was witnessed by the easy company woman. Joe mentally prepared himself for a meaningful conversation with his best friend, surely she would bring it up with him at some point. 

He barely had a second to enjoy the drink before the room was called to attention. 

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The SS Samaria was stuffy. 

Toye had noticed the shift in atmosphere, thick with tension especially after the row with Guarnere and Liebgott. It seemed to set everyone’s emotions alight whether they were Jewish or not. 

Joe wasn’t usually a big talker, so staying quiet and keeping out of any more drama was easy for him. If something did begin to unfold, Toye would head out to get some fresh air. 

Bernadette had shown him an unused spot on the deck that she would escape to when tensions were high and he had somewhat adopted the place for himself. He had run into her a few times and they would sit together, talking but more often than not he would be alone, sitting in silence and enjoying the peace. 

This was one of those times.

So when Toye heard distant footsteps, he naturally assumed they belonged to the southern girl. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” Well, that certainly wasn't a southern woman's voice. Confused, Toye turned to find the owner. When the shorter man with deep brown hair and matching chocolate eyes came into his vision, the taller man froze up. 

“Let me guess… Birdie showed you this spot, didn't she?” Luz mused, taking a seat next to Toye. The man from Philly couldn't help but notice how close the pair of them were, he could feel warmth radiating off the shorter man.

“Uh… yeah.” Toye was doing everything he could to keep his mind off the man he sat next to, but it was easier said than done. The images of their faces being so close he had felt Luz’s hot breath mix with his replayed in his head like a movie. All other thoughts left his brain and all he could focus on was George’s mouth.

His pink tinted lips moved so smoothly, creasing and curving with ease- wait a second, they were moving as if the shorter man was speaking. But Toye hadn't been listening.

And now, Luz was looking up at him like he expected an answer. Joe’s heart raced and his cheeks warmed, he was too busy picturing this man’s soft lips on his and forgot to listen. 

Guilt crept through his body, not only was he neglecting a friend’s attempt at conversation but he was also having troublesome thoughts about him. What would Luz think if he had heard Toye’s unorthodox desires? 

“Cat got your tongue?” George teased, nudging his shoulder against Toye’s and bringing him out of his wandering mind. 

Luz looked up at Toye, warm smile on his face and eyes sparkling and in a split moment of weakness, Toye leaned. 

Before he had gotten too close, he caught himself. His body’s automatic reaction to staring into the eyes of the man he had been daydreaming about, didn't go unnoticed by the man in question. 

George’s eyes widened, the movement was so small he wasn't sure if he had really seen it but the pink that dusted Toye’s cheeks told him otherwise.  

The taller man was about to open his mouth to apologise or explain, when Luz stopped him by placing a hand on his forearm. The touch was so gentle it took Joe by surprise. 

“Joe.” Luz’s voice was whispered. He was just as unsure as his counterpart, both men were torn between keeping their yearning hiding or having courage and making a move. 

Neither one wanted to be wrong about this feeling, Luz had picked up on something the night their jump wings were earned. Although this wasn't something he could afford to misinterpret.

Seeing Toye have to hold himself back had given Luz a boost of confidence, he wanted to touch the man and when he did, it felt electric. 

Both men experienced it, whatever charged emotion lay between them and now it was Toye’s turn to be brave.

“George.” His voice was hoarse and quiet but it had captured the shorter man's attention nonetheless. 

Once again, he leaned closer, not stopping until their noses bumped. George let out a small gasp, but made no move to pull away, Toye couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, he found it endearing.

Joe’s hand came up to caress Luz’s cheek, he used his fingers to tilt the brunette's head upwards. 

Mere second before their lips met, a flurry of voices sounded as if someone had opened one of the ships exterior doors and the noise that was inside had seeped out into the cool night.

The duo broke apart, Toye clearing his throat as he did so. They had jumped apart, putting distance between them in an attempt to look like two normal guys who were just talking as friends. 

Whatever door that had been opened, swung shut and closed off the sounds that had startled the two men.

“We should probably talk about that at some point.” George was the one to speak up and disrupt the quiet. Toye nodded in agreement but he could trust his voice not to crack so he kept his mouth closed.

“Just not tonight.” With that, Luz stood, letting his last words echo in Toye’s mind as he left the taller man to ponder. 

A/N: I will be doing my best to keep writing and posting but fair warning, it will be slow going. hopefully y'all stick around x

~ Nex ~

Chapter Twenty eight

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader : Christmas Break

Summary: You plan a fun outing for your family. Covers the ‘Sledding’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2k

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The house is quiet, incredibly so. Given the fact that your children are home due to the holiday break, you were expecting quite a bit of noise.

At the beginning of the week, when you came home around noon, you found them having a blast on their day off. You were certain their excited energy of not being in school would last until the very last day of break but now you’re not so sure.

Leaving your home office, you stroll down the hall to the living room where you find your boys, Billy and Tommy, slumped on the couch with bored expressions as some cartoon plays on the TV screen. The scene causes a frown to form on your face, curiosity and the tiniest bit of worry coursing through you. Before bothering them, you go looking for your wife for possible answers.

Wanda, your gorgeous wife and mother of your children, is in the kitchen standing over the stove. She slightly sways to the soft Jazz playing from her phone as she stirs the contents of a pot on the stove.

Unable to fight the smile that forms on your face, you sidle up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist.“ Hi, my love.” You greet her, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Hi, milaya.” Her soft voice flows straight into your ear as she turns her head towards you.“ You finished already?”

You hum,“ not yet but it was oddly quiet so I came to check on things.” Reluctantly parting from her, you move to lean against the counter beside her, arms crossing as you look through the space at the boys.“ Those two have never been that quiet. Everything okay?”

She sighs, lowering the burner, then turning to look at them as well.“ They’re fine, just really, really, bored.”

“Well, with the way they’ve been tearing through this place the past few days, I’m not surprised.” You admit, knowing that within the first three days of their vacation they played every game they could think of.

Wanda nods, mentally agreeing.“ I know but they just look so sad. That’s their favorite show and they’re barely even reacting to it.” Your wife’s insanely soft spot for them bleeds through.“ I offered to make them hot chocolate to lift their spirits. The smell usually has them running over before it’s even done.”

A hefty sigh sounds from you, eyebrow furrow as you take in her words and start thinking.

Christmas Eve is two days away and while you have plenty of fun activities and things planned for then, you hadn’t given much thought to what to do before. You figured they’d be able to keep themselves occupied until you finished up the last bits of the work you had before your time was completely free. Now though, the ever present need to make sure every member of your little family is happy causes your brain to kick into overdrive to find a plan to cure your kids’ boredom.

It’s with a glance outside, seeing the snow fall from the sky and further cover the streets, that inspiration strikes.

“Wanda, I know what we’re gonna do today.” You beam, quoting one of the phrases from the very cartoon on screen.

She rolls her eyes, lightly slapping your arm with the back of her hand.“ What is it, goofy?”

“A surprise.” You stick your tongue out at her.“ Get that hot cocoa into some thermoses, I’ll tell those two to go get ready, and then grab everything else we need.”

Loving the enthusiasm in your eyes and always willing to have some fun with her three favorite people, Wanda nods.“ Will do, mama.” She says a little teasingly.

“Thank you.” You slap a soft, quick kiss on her cheek before heading to the boys.

When you step around the couch into their view, they don’t move a muscle but their eyes follow you as you take a seat on the coffee table in front of them.

“Hi my beautiful boys.” You greet.“ I hear we’re havin a bit of a boredom problem around here.”

It’s Billy who speaks.“ There’s nothing to do.” He practically groans.

“Well, what if I told you I have something really fun we can do,” your words cause them to perk up a little, faces showing their curious excitement,“ it just requires you two putting on your snow gear.”

“Snow gear?” Tommy asks, fully sitting up now.“ What’re we gonna do?”

You smile, eyebrows wiggling playfully.“ Go get ready and you’ll find out.”

Not needing anything more than a mysterious promise of fun, they hop up and run off upstairs to get ready.

Sharing an amused look with your wife, you shake your head and go off to get ready yourself. After having pulled on your boots, coat, hats, and gloves, you dipped out the backdoor to the shed to grab a few things.

With your truck warming up and the things you needed in the back, you slip back inside the house, stomping the snow off your boots on the rug at the door.

“Oh Mrs. Y/ln-Maximoff,” you sing softly, smiling at the beauty that is your wife.“ You also need to go get ready my dear.”

“I will, love. Was just packing a few snacks along with the hot chocolate.” She informs you as she packs a few more things into the lunch bag you usually use for family outings.

When she finishes, you go to grab the lunch bag, smirking as she runs a flirty yet tender hand across your chest. She gives you a wink as she heads up the stairs and you push away the hundreds of thoughts that fill your head with a deep breath, then take the bag out to the car.

Shortly thereafter, your sons come running down the stairs, the swishing of their snowsuits sounding loudly.

“Aye, no running on the stairs. Not safe.” You lightly scold them, making both boys nod as they’ve been reminded of this a few times before.

“So, where are we going, mama?” Billy asks, coming to a halt at your side. He looks up at you with those eyes that are strikingly similar to Wanda’s and you are quick to smile.

Cupping his cheeks in your hand, you lean down and say,“ it’s a surprise,” before planting a kiss on his forehead.

He giggles, wiggling out of your grasp just to send a light and playful punch to your arm.

Immediately going with the flow, you begin play fighting with the boy, his brother jumping into the fray as well.

The scene of you on the floor, both boys laying on top of you, letting out shrieks of giggles as you tickle them, is a warming sight for Wanda. She smiles, pulling her phone out and snapping a few pictures of the three of you. She sends one to the group chat containing your former teammates with the message, ‘Avenger taken down by twin boys’, attached to it. Then she pockets the phone and calls for your attention.

“Boys, your mama can’t take you to your surprise if you never let her up off the floor.” She tells them, which has the 7 year olds scrambling up off you and even assisting you to stand as well.

You chuckle, brushing yourself off and straightening your clothes.“ Thanks for the save, gorgeous.” You wink at Wanda, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Taking her hand, you shepherd the boys outside and into the truck. You’re all more than happy that the truck is already warmed up, the blasting heat pushing away the chill you felt from the front door to the vehicle.

After everyone’s seat belts are buckled, you turn on your usual playlist for riding with your family, and pull out of the driveway.

Singing along to the songs keeps the boys distracted for about ten minutes, then they shift to repeatedly asking what the surprise is and where you’re going.

Instead of helping you deflect or dodge the heat, Wanda merely watched in amusement, letting out the occasional laugh.

Luckily the drive isn’t long so, in a few more minutes, you’re pulling down a snow covered gravel path and parking off to the side, the bed of your truck facing the destination.

With nothing but trees and a rather large hill in sight, the boys are a little confused. That quickly fades away the second they see the sleds you pull from the bed of the truck.

“Sledding?!” They both exclaim, running closer to take a look.

You know they’d seen kids sledding in movies, having made mention of wanting to do the activity a few times. Before winter last year you’d purchased the sleds but hadn’t had the time to use them until now.

“Yup, sledding.” Turning to them, you pass a smaller plastic sled and a helmet to each of the boys and they happily accept them and take off towards the hill. You turn to Wanda, noting the smile she has just at seeing them happy, and say,“ don’t worry Mrs. Y/ln-Maximoff, they won’t be the only ones having fun.”

When you pull out a larger wooden sled, Wanda can’t help but admire how beautiful it looks. The dark wood shines and the red accents and straps add a nice pop to it.

She takes your hand after you pull it out, tugging as she heads to the mountain with excitement that nearly rivals the twins’.

Atop the hill, you run through some simple safety precautions with the boys(and Wanda) and tell them the fairly simple instructions on how to ride. Everyone gives a confirmation that they understood you completely and in no time you’re all seated on the sleds.

The boys are at your right, giddy beyond belief, while Wanda sits between your legs gripping the red straps with excited anticipation.

“Everybody ready?” You ask.

“Yeah!” They boys and Wanda cheer.

“Alright. 3! 2! 1! GO!”

Pushing off with your hands, all of you slide forward a little slowly, then shoot down the slope of the hill.

Despite the cold wind whipping across your face, you still smile at hearing the happy shouts and giggles from your family.

You all skid to a stop a few feet away from the bottom of the hill.

Dismounting, you check over your family. Smiles are still present, even as their chests heave and their faces redden from the cold.

“Fun?” You ask with two thumbs up.

“Yes!” Wanda exclaims hands landing on your shoulders and slightly shaking you.

“Oh my god that was so cool!” Billy exclaims as Tommy yells,“ we went so fast!” Then they look at you with big brown eyes and ask,“ can we go again?!”

Still matching their energy, Wanda gives you the exact same bright brown eyes.

“Of course we can. Let’s go.” You wave for them to head back up the hill.

You lose count of how many times you all sled down the hill. At some point Tommy even gets a little air which you panic over until you confirm he’s okay. You then have to tell them both not to purposely try to push themselves into the air.

Eventually you and your wife grow tired, so you leave the boys to keep going and head back to the truck.

You prop the sled against the tire before opening the trunk. Spreading a blanket out over the bed of the truck, you nod for Wanda to get up and sit before going to grab the lunch bag from the front and going to join her.

With cups of hot cocoa in hand and the snacks Wanda packed set out, you watch the boys sled with your woman under your arm.

She cuddles into your side, happily sipping from her cup. Unexpectedly, she raises her hand for a high five which you accept.“ Great idea, mama.” She tells you.

“Why thank you, my love.” You respond, placing a kiss on her head, then resting your head against hers.“ They’re gonna be out like a light when they get in the car.”

She snorts.“ I’m not at all opposed to that inevitable future.”

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @blackxwidowsxwife @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout @alotofpockets @storiesofsvu

[kikis-works]

"Promise me you'll take care of him."

Summary: Markus takes Simon to see an old friend.

Trigger Warnings: None.

The moon illuminated the driveway as the two androids stepped off the bus and into the snow. White particles floated around them and the snow crunched beneath their feet. “Are you sure it was a good idea…bringing me?” The blonde looked up at the newfound rebellion leader, anxiety swirling in his chest.

“I want you to meet him. And I think he can help with our cause, he’s always been a great mentor.”

The blonde nodded and allowed his friend to lead the way, taking in the sight of snow covered trees and hedges. If Simon zoomed in his optical vision enough, he could see the different shapes of snowflakes around them. As the pair approached the wooden front doors, they opened automatically, Simon assumed at Markus’s command, or possibly because Markus used to be Carl’s android. 

“Welcome home, Markus.”

The large mansion chimed to the brunette as he made his way up the large wooden stairs. He turned to look at Simon who was looking around the entrance. He seemed enthralled with the tiny robotic singing birds, the chandelier that illuminated the foyer, the library that sat through the second set of doors, and the general warmth that the home gave off. The blonde quickly joined his counterpart on the stairs as the two overlooked the foyer from above. Markus led the way to Carl’s room to find an android standing outside his bedroom. The unknown android looked at the pair and began to ask questions. “Who are you? How did you get in?”

“We need to see Carl.” Markus spoke as Simon watched the interaction. 

“Carl isn’t seeing anyone. You need to leave.”

Markus walked forward and grabbed the android by his arm, interfacing. “Please. I need to see him.”

“He’s very weak. I’m not sure he’ll be able to talk to you.” The android stepped aside and allowed the two men to walk inside. Carl was in a hospital bed now, hooked up to monitors, and a soft beeping filled the room. Markus rushed over, sitting on the bed. “Carl…no…hey.”

“Markus…I was hoping you’d come. And I see you brought a friend with you.” Markus smiled and held Carl’s hand in his own while Simon waited patiently by the door.

“This is Simon, he’s one of the people helping me lead the cause. I’ve missed you so much, Carl. You don’t know how much I’ve missed you…” Markus sniffled, and Simon suddenly became aware of how emotional this truly was. This wasn’t simply Markus reuniting with an old friend, no. This was a son reuniting with his father.

“What’s wrong, Markus?”

“I’m completely lost, Carl. Completely lost… the whole world’s falling apart around me and…I tried to do the right thing. I looked for answers…instead I just find more doubts and more uncertainty.” Carl sighed and gripped Markus’s hand with as much strength as he could muster. “The world is ruled by fear, Markus. Fear of others, fear of the future. It’s like me, too old. It’s time for it to end.” Markus suddenly stood up and faced away from his father.

“Oh, what should I do? Carl, they’re killing my people. I don’t want to answer violence with violence, but tell me, what choice do they give?” The leader turned back to the human whose life was slowly being taken by age. The elder spoke, “Being alive is making choices. Between love and hate, holding out your hand or closing it as a fist. I don’t have any easy answers, Markus. You have to accept the world as it is, or fight to change it.” 

Markus sat back down beside his father as the weight of the android future truly began to weigh on him, or the first time he let it show. Simon did not know the amount of pressure that Markus was under, but he admired him for how well he was handling being under so much pressure and still making the best decisions for all androids worldwide. 

“You’re my son, Markus. Our blood isn’t the same color, but I know a part of me is in you. When the world falls into darkness, some men have the courage to lead it out. You’re one of those men. Face the abyss, but don’t let it consume you.” Simon’s chest tightened at Carl’s words. He had never met such a good hearted human. Markus nodded as Carl looked over to the blonde by the door.

“Come over here, son.” Simon was confused and surprised by the older man suddenly speaking to him, but he walked over and Markus stood, allowing Simon to take his spot on the bed. “Markus, will you bring me some water from downstairs please?”

The brunette nodded and smiled, leaving the room and leaving the other two alone.

“Your name is Simon, right?” The blonde nodded nervously, and the older man laughed softly. 

“I’m not so old I can’t see how Markus looks at you, Simon. And I won’t be around to guide him for much longer, so I need you to promise me that you won’t let him get into any trouble. That you’ll look after him.” Carl held Simon’s hands as the android’s thirium pump began working quicker. Had he been so transparent?

“I promise.” A small blue tint began to form on his cheeks. 

Markus returned with the water in hand, setting it on Carl’s bedside table. Simon looked up at Markus from where he sat, and smiled. Carl watched as he sipped on his water, watched the look in his son’s eyes when he was with Simon. He knew that look, he had wore that look with his late wife. He handed the cold glass back to his son and watched as the two androids left quietly. The old man closed his eyes and smiled. His son was going to be loved after he was gone. And that’s all he needed.

[lorei-writes]

Winter Flower

Chapter V: That Lost; That Lost

Masamune x OC [Hana] Summary: Hana wakes up in the gardens of Azuchi castle without any recollection of her past. Who is she? What was she doing there? And most importantly – what is she supposed to do now? Placed under supervision of Lord Date, Hana has to find her footing in the unfamiliar reality of the warring states. Series Masterlist

Content Warnings: none

The snow has melted nearly completely by today. I take that with relief, even as chilly air slides across my skin and causes my face to burn. It’s not exactly a pleasant sensation, but I don’t think I should complain. Given that I may have to leave come spring… I think it is best I take any opportunity there is to learn.

The snow has melted nearly completely by today. I take that with relief, even as chilly air slides across my skin and causes my face to burn. It’s not exactly a pleasant sensation, but I don’t think I should complain. Given that I may have to leave come spring… I think it is best I take any opportunity there is to learn.

From what I understand, however, my position did improve, even if marginally. A day is not enough to clear a person of all suspicions, but at least no new ones have been attached to my name… and now, there is one person who seems to believe in my sorry “I apologise for waking up in your garden, I don’t have the foggiest idea why I was there in the first place, but thank you very much for clothes, medicine, food and shelter, I truly, truly, truly appreciate it”. Although I wish we could have skipped over that “lie and lose your head” bit, but I digress. Trust the process, and all that jazz… jazz?

A detour first thing in the morning does not sound like a bad thing; the town around the Azuchi castle is lively despite the weather, ropes of merchants passing through the streets lined with colourful stalls and shops. I am not sure where exactly this ‘here’ is, nor where it is that we should be… nor why we are here, for that matter. But it is also none of my business, I suppose. What is important is that Masamune is tall. It is convenient – wherever he goes, I can follow for as long as I walk close behind him. I shouldn’t look around too much, though. A moment of inattention would be enough for my pathway in the sea of people to disappear, and I am nearly certain this has happened somewhere to somebody before. And that what followed was not pleasant.

“You okay there?”

I nearly jump at the sound of his voice. Masamune looks over his shoulder, but he does not stop, not even for a moment.

“Yeah. But I can’t see where I’m going, and now you’re not looking either.”

Masamune chuckles before returning his attention to the path – just in time for us to take a sharp turn as not to walk into a stall. I click my tongue, but do not say a word.

It isn’t long before we climb the stone steps leading directly to the Azuchi castle itself. I breathe a sigh of relief, even though we aren’t quite where we want to be just yet.

“Is it always that busy here?” I ask. The path may be steep, but at least the crowd has thinned out significantly, so I am able to walk beside Masamune.

“Yeah. Lord Nobunaga’s taxation policies work wonders. All travellers passing through are also forced to stay for a night. Though we haven’t been to the busiest part of the town.”

I stifle my surprise, but my face seems to betray me – much to Masamune’s amusement.

“Commoner houses were built at the shore of the Biwa lake. We also haven’t seen much of the marketplace.”

To be exact, I have seen exactly none of the marketplace, because all I watched was your back, Masamune. So much of learning.

Our destination, the castle itself, makes me feel awfully small and insignificant. We pass through the gates. I cannot help but marvel at how thick the defence walls are; they seem to be made out of solid stone, however unbelievable that may sound. Whether that’s the case or not, I personally would not wish to have to break through them with force… Which makes me realise there may be a reason for why they are the way they are.

“Lord Masamune… Could I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

Oh, you little… I grimace, and he grins in reply. Truly, so dignified, considerate and —

“Go on.”

Oh. Steam out, me, steam out. “Is lord Nobunaga perhaps expecting an attack? I… I suppose the defences of his castle look very… sizeable?”

Masamune blinks, but remains quiet. He blinks once, twice, thrice, and several more times, but finally he regains control over his tongue – or perhaps steals it back from the sheer disbelief that held him.

“Lass, the entire last century has been all wars. The entire country is fighting now.”

My lungs ignite. I do not know what it is that upsets my body, but it tells me to run. Nevertheless, I choke the instinct down and force an apologetic smile… Perhaps it was stupid of me to ask in the first place.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know any of that.” At least I suppose I can now cross one item out of the list of I-don’t-knows.

It is fair to say that I… don’t exactly have an idea on how to calm myself down. We enter the castle, and at each of our steps I could swear I can hear the sound of crunching eggshells. The world around me is fairly blurry, as if it was passing by me in a rush to get somewhere more important. So much of my learning again – the ornate rooms, lacquered wood, decorated walls… I can see them, I know they are there, but nothing, absolutely nothing sticks to my mind. My eyes watch, but they cannot see, so for now, I suppose I have to satisfy myself with the rational conclusion that Nobunaga is rich. Filthy rich, influential, and since they did think I could be an assassin, and the entire country is at war… He probably plays a major role in it. What exactly did you get yourself into, me?

The reason why Masamune has left me by myself has slipped by my mind as well. Nevertheless, he seems to have talked with somebody on the matter, as there is nobody around here to watch over me. I do suppose I should not go anywhere far away, and that if I were to be found at a wrong place, wherever that place could be, it could end up rather poorly for me… But a little walk should not hurt, should it? It may be able to soothe my hammering heart. At least I want to believe that much.

The room I’ve been left in opens to a veranda overlooking castle gardens, or a part of them. I am not sure, but it is irrelevant just regardless – all I need is for this crispy cool air to take my worries away, to placate my mind enough for me to be fully in control again. The voice from yesterday seems to have roused, and there are few things I wouldn’t do to shut it up.

I step onto the veranda and cautiously look around; not a living soul in sight. I walk up to the railing, each step resonating through my head as in a fury of ringing bells – but then, I lean on the wood, and wind caresses my face. It wipes the frown from it, it eases my brows back into their rightful place, and… I come to realise, each gust of it carries an odd scent. It is both subtle and pungent at the same time, scratching the back of my throat while also leaving a mildly sweet, fruity or flowery, aftertaste in my mouth. I want to search for its source, but the door to my left opens, and a person comes out onto the veranda. I catch a glimpse of his face. It is slender and pale, made paler by the black hair framing the side of it; however, he does not seem to pay much mind to me… At least until he sees my hands.

The man walks up to me, and leans on the railing as well. Our shoulders nearly touch.

Run.

“Could it be that you’re the unexpected visitor lord Nobunaga received a couple nights back?” he asks. I hang my head low.

“Perhaps,” I say in a clear voice, even though I’d rather mumble it out.

“I see,” he muses aloud, takes a long pause as if he has lost his way through his thoughts. The scent is stronger now, although I can also smell something attempting to muffle it… Something bitter, medicine-like.

Run.

“I thought it was just a tale,” he continues. “Is it also true that you do not remember a thing?”

“I don’t,” I affirm. “If I may, my lord… Why is it that you ask?”

“For no particular reason.”

“I see.”

Run.

Silence sets between us, but it is hardly quiet, at least in my ears. My heartbeat splits my temples. I can only beg for my body to stay still, the voice inside having long convinced me that my choices are to remain dead calm, or to leave immediately.

So I stay.

Until he goes away, and I can breathe again.

The further the man goes, the less of the odd scent I can smell. Eventually, it disappears completely, but my hands still shake. Nevertheless, I attempt to hold myself together. The fear running through my veins is bound to run out at some point, I know this much, and then perhaps I can wonder what even caused this sudden rush. Clear your head, me, clear your head… You cannot break out into panic whenever and wherever. You just can’t…

Tobacco.

I turn around. My shoulders slump at the sight of a familiar face. It is a relief to see Hideyoshi here, even if just in passing, his smile being enough to convince me that all is well. He walks up to me and rests one of his arms on the railing.

“Good morning, Hana. How was your first day?”

“It was… rather eventful,” I hesitate, but tell the truth nonetheless. It might have not been the best choice, though, a frown now cutting across Hideyoshi’s face.

“Did Masamune do something?” he groans, and I wonder whether it is possible to see white hairs sprout on somebody’s head in real time. Is… Hideyoshi responsible for overlooking things? Should we be even talking about this?

“No, no. But I didn’t expect him to keep a tiger. Shogetsu scared me a little, that’s all,” I assure. It barely covers what happened, but it’s perhaps best that I omit whatever may cause him – me? us? – a headache later.

“If you say so…” Hideyoshi does not seem to believe me in the slightest. “If he causes you trouble, tell me. I can talk to lord Nobunaga on your behalf, I’m sure he’d be willing to put you in my care if I asked.”

I press my hands to my chest, my heart swelling with warmth. I wonder whether that’s the effect he always has on people, because somehow, it does not seem to be as cold anymore. I close my eyes and bow my head, even if just a little bit.

“Thank you, my lord,” I say, or nearly sigh-out in relief. However, when I look again, Hideyoshi does not seem to be pleased, not at all. Quite to the contrary, in fact.

“You forgot to put medicine on your hands, didn’t you?” He reaches for them to bring them closer to his face. I flinch at his touch, although it bothers me less than the fact that he looks at them. They’re… not a particularly pretty sight now. Red, cracked, with some scabs scattered all over; certainly, he could find something better to occupy himself with.

“I did, yes,” I admit sheepishly, and Hideyoshi lets his fingers slip from mine. I could not be happier about that.

“You must put the salve on in the morning, and before sleep.” It would be easier if I didn’t fall asleep on the kitchen floor. “Otherwise it’ll get worse, and you may get an infection.”

I nod, my lips tightly shut… to Hideyoshi’s displeased sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disregard your care.”

“If you’re going to apologise for that, you may very well just say ‘Thank you for caring about me', you know?” he sighs again, but this time, he ruffles my hair.

Hideyoshi begins to turn on his heel, thus signalling that he is just about ready to leave. However, this odd feeling continues to eat away at me. Without thinking of it twice, I grab the hem of his sleeve to stop him, hazelnut eyes staring at me in surprise.

“I… I do not know how to explain it, but I’ve met a certain man here, just a moment before you came. He seemed to have talked to lord Nobunaga not long ago… Do you know who that may be?”

His brows knit. “Lord Nobunaga gives audiences to many people daily.”

“He smelled vaguely of flowers and medicine.”

Hideyoshi seems to consider my inquiry again, this time with more thought. His lips part. However, before he produces any sound, a one-eyed hurricane speeds by us and stops. Masamune grabs my arm.

“You’re going to stay here until I come back,” he orders and is already ready to break into a dash again. Hideyoshi, however, has none of that.

“Wait, what happened?”

“Poisoned needle hidden in tribute.”

The phantom of that floral scent wafts towards my nose again, this time barely noticeable under the overpowering bitter stench. My heart hammers in my chest. It is just a baseless assumption, but… I cannot shake off the feeling that I know who was the one to deliver the gift.

Hideyoshi puts his hand on my shoulder before giving chase after Masamune, thus leaving me all alone with my thoughts. I don’t think I need any confirmation. My body, somehow, already knows. Who exactly are you, me? And, more importantly, what is our place in here?

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Series tag list: @cheese-ception @nuttytani

[gentle-psi]

Today I watched an astrology prediction video for the geopolitics of 2025, a physics rant about the stagnation of theories of quantum gravity, and an entire BL anime about a 30 year old virgin with mind reading powers. None of these things are even remotely related, and somehow I feel you get a near complete image of the person I am just by knowing that information.

There’s a lot of interesting ways to get to know people, and I like just asking a stupid amount of annoying questions. Well, they seem to be annoying to people, I’d personally be thrilled if someone were to talk to me the way I talk to others. Either way, I’ve made peace with the idea of being annoying. If ‘annoying’ is the worst complaint you have about someone, they can’t really be that bad, I think.

I asked my friend, my dad and my mom ‘what is your favorite thing about your thought process and the way it feels to be you in your own head?’. My friend said that he likes that he can consider all sides of an issue, which I agree is an admirable quality. We somehow ended up talking about ghosts, which was also very interesting. This friend says he thinks people stay when they have unfinished business, and then listed examples illustrating when that might be. He listed nearly every cause of death besides old age, but I never pointed that out. Seems like an awful lot of unfinished business.

I’m not capable of knowing with certainty if ghosts are real - I lean towards no - but I think if they are, what qualifies as unfinished business may have a lot more to do with the quality of a person’s conscious experience at the time of death than any particular cause of death itself. I don’t think you can see a murder victim, and know just by that fact alone if they had found peace in their life or not. If I was murdered tomorrow, I don’t believe I would have unfinished business.

When I asked my dad that same question, about what it feels like to be you, he said his favorite thing was his ability to look at a problem and see dozens of potential solutions. That’s an unrelatable concept to me in a lot of ways. I wanted to vacuum spilled sugar off the counter last night. My dad said ‘do you know what sugar will do to a vacuum cleaner?’ And I laughed and agreed, but in truth, I still don’t know what would be so bad about it. I’m not sure why I didn’t ask him. Maybe I will.

My mom’s answer was a little hard to hear. She thought for a long while, and said ‘I’m too tired these days, I’m not sure I have thoughts anymore.’ My heart ached. I noticed she’s been out of it recently. Part of me thought I was the problem, but I checked my ego on that idea very quickly. I’m not that important. We talked more, and it doesn’t even sound like she knows what it is. Whatever it is, I really hope she starts to feel like herself again, or at least, just happy and less stressed, even if she feels different than she used to.

Circling back to the idea of ghosts, just because I’m thinking about it now, and wanna get it out of me. Stuff to do with life and death and reality and consciousness are so complicated and hard to capture with language. I always feel a little like I’m tripping over something, like I’m stumbling back to my bed in the dark after taking a midnight piss, groggy and walking into walls. Maybe the journey is passable, but it’s far from ideal or comprehensive. I’ll try to be articulate, who knows, maybe it’ll be easier to type it than to speak it.

I intuitively don’t believe we have any attachment to the human we were after we pass. This is not a physicalist and realist perspective, I’ve moved on from that years ago. The more I think about this, I think if sleep is the pause button, then death is ejecting the disk, and throwing it in a fire. A hard reset on subjectivity. But I believe we still exist.

I need to take a step back, this is such an expansive topic, and I’m leaving holes in it all over the place. I feel attached to the idea that, beneath the ego, under all the memories and formative experiences and dna, there’s something that’s fundamentally the same about everyone. I believe, above all else, that the one label that is truly applicable to everyone in exactly the same way, is that we are all Subjectivity itself, in the purest sense. Everything layered on top of that is what creates the experience of being an individual who’s different from other individuals.

I’m also swaying towards the idea that time itself doesn’t even exist without some form of conscious subjectivity to observe its passage. Think of sleep, when you aren’t dreaming, and then you wake up, it doesn’t feel as though you waited in bed for eight hours, it feels like time stopped existing entirely while you were unconscious. This leads me to believe that time is a lot more abstract and less linear, at least in relation to consciousness, than we often intuitively make it out to be.

I think maybe everything is happening all at once, but different subjective perspectives experience it at different points. The future to me is the past to a child born ten years from now, but whenever we are asked, both of us would agree that the current time, whatever it happens to be, is now. I think that’s important. Now is the only tangible thing we have, the past only exists as memories and traces, and the future is just an amorphous concept. Now is where all the things happen.

So, I think that maybe when we die, it’s because time isn’t actually linear at all, and the branch of subjectivity that was us has come to its natural ending point. Maybe, just how at some fuzzy point in my own past I went from being non-existent to having a subjective experience, that exact same thing will happen all over again, in a different body. Maybe I’ll be a young man in the year 3024, or my own great grandchild. Maybe I’ll be Socrates, or my mother. Maybe I’ll be a T Rex, or some species of crab that hasn’t evolved yet. More likely, all of them are true all at once.

My only question after that, the thing that stumps me, is if I really am just Subjectivity itself, why am I experiencing this precise life right now? The really stupid thing is, any instance of subjectivity could ask itself that question, and I guess maybe at the end of the day, the only real answer is ’someone had to do it’. Because wherever there’s life, Subjectivity makes a home. Always. That’s a comfort to me. Just as how nuclear fusion starts happening every time a star forms and the conditions are suitable, subjectivity fills every void that it is able to fit into.

This got a lot deeper than I originally intended. I was just gonna see if I could ramble my way to an interesting plot idea, but this is potentially the most autobiographical piece I’ve ever written. And I’m past the thousand word mark. That’s absurd to me, because I haven’t been able to get to the thousand word threshold without it feeling like a chore for the last couple of years. Maybe I’ve been writing the wrong things.

That leads me to wonder if anyone would ever want to read something like this. Not in the sense that I necessarily care to monetize it, but more that I’ve been creating into the void my entire life, and I would love for something that I make to resonate with someone. Even just one person. If a single human took the time to read all this, and resonated with it, and enjoyed it, that would be deeply meaningful to me.

In all honesty, I’m not much of a reader. It has to be a very specific kind of content to hold my attention, and I struggle to think that whatever I’m doing here would ever be anyone’s cup of tea. Mind you, there’s a market for biographies, I guess. Is that what this is?

I’ve given up on creating anything that will ever reach an audience. That isn’t to say I’ve stopped drawing or writing, but I’ve stopped hoping for or expecting any engagement when I share it, and my art has made its home mostly on the walls of my bedroom. Think if Francesco Goya was a 24 year old woman with access to an inkjet printer. It’s wild in here.

I think maybe I’m done writing this, whatever it is. I think maybe I will share it somewhere. Or maybe, it will live in this liminal void forever. If by some odd chance I did post this, and you saw it, and that little voice in your head is narrating these words to you right now, imagining a voice for me, just know I appreciate that the void I’ll inevitably feel I’ve thrown this into has found some company. I hope your life is full of wonderful things.

[katsu28]

sleepless nights

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

summary: Stiles calls Y/N for some late night help brainstorming on a case

warnings: none really

a/n: I know I sound like every other person on the Internet but Dylan O’Brien is the love of my life :)

(gif found on google, credits to owner)

Sleepless nights weren’t unusual for you, being a part of the McCall pack and protecting Beacon Hills and all, but you’d really been hoping for just one night—maybe even just a few precious hours—of good sleep, just this once.

You’d been up most of the night helping Lydia and Malia try to crack the deadpool, and by the time you got home you were utterly and completely exhausted. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and fall asleep in your nice, inviting bed, but the second you flopped onto your bed, your phone rang, causing you to let out a strangled groan.

“Hello?” You sighed, pressing your phone to your ear.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m working on the case right now and I could really use your help on it. D’you mind swinging by and letting me bounce my ideas off you?” Stiles’ hopeful voice sounded through the speaker, and as much as you wanted to pass out, you could never say no to your boyfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.” You agreed, stifling a yawn.

“Awesome, love you!” He chirped. “See ya soon, babe.” With that, Stiles hung up, leaving you to stare at your lockscreen.

It was a picture that Scott had taken of you and Stiles one day while the two of you were brainstorming a different case. You were at Stiles’ crime board stringing some papers together with his arms wrapped around your waist, and he was looking at you like you were his world.

God, he was lucky he was so cute.

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You were at Stiles’ house in no time, and soon enough, you were standing in front of his crime board, hands on your hips as you surveyed his work, while he was perched at the edge of his bed waiting for you to finish up so he could gauge your reaction.

“Stiles, this doesn’t make any sense. Why is Theo a suspect?” You asked, turning to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Because he’s suspicious.”

“He hasn’t done anything.”

“Yet!” Stiles exclaimed, shooting to his feet and coming to stand beside you. You shot him a pointed look, to which he let out an exaggerated huff. “He’s sketchy, Y/N. Trust me. I just—I have a feeling.”

You sighed, flopping onto Stiles’ bed. “What else do you have?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He grinned, proceeding to launch into a wild explanation of his entire board. You managed to catch the first few minutes of his frantic tangent, but as soon as you curled up to make yourself more comfortable, you were out like a light. So when he finished up, taking a step back to look over his work, he didn’t know you’d fallen asleep. “Alright, babe, what do you think? Does my theory make sense?” No response. “Babe? Y/N, did you—oh.” He paused mid sentence when he turned to see you fast asleep with your cheek pressed to his favorite pillow.

A pang of guilt went through him as he caught sight of the time, because he honestly didn’t mean to keep you all night.

Setting his dry erase marker back down on his desk, Stiles crawled into bed next to you, looping an arm around your waist and gently tucking himself close.

“Stiles?” You murmured, stirring awake in your sleepy haze.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’m sorry for keeping you up all night.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“S’okay. Good theories.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, Stilinski.” You yawned, slipping back into a comfortable sleep. The sun was starting to rise, and you were probably going to have to wake up soon to make it to school on time, but you were going to savor as much of this peaceful time with Stiles as you could.

[mc-lukanette]

Luka set down his guitar, having perfected "I Love Unicorns" half an hour ago but hesitant to get up and leave when Marinette was sitting nearby, sketching away due to their creative energies feeding off of each other. It was incredibly alluring, the way she would get lost in her work, and he hadn't seen her anxious or upset like she'd been when they'd first met.

He wished it could be like this all the time.

Still, they'd been at it for a while and he figured that they could both use some refreshments. Standing up from the couch, he turned to Marinette to ask, "Do you want a drink?"

"Mm?" She looked up from her sketchpad, her tongue still sticking out to the side for an extra second before she seemed to come back to reality. Cute. "Oh, I can get one myself, it's okay."

"I'm up anyway. Besides, you seem really in tune with whatever you're working on," he pointed out, grinning because he knew the feeling all too well.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, briefly distracting his eyes, as she gazed upon her work. After some consideration, she glanced back up at him and nodded. "As long as you don't mind? Anything's fine."

He nodded back, stepping past her and going off into the kitchen. He could vaguely hear her whilst grabbing two bottles of juice, an occasional involuntary noise sounding every now and then whenever Marinette was (presumably) critiquing her own work. He chuckled to himself, pretending not to notice but wondering if he's ever done the same thing.

As he went back to hand over the drink he'd grabbed for her, he caught sight of the sketches she'd been working on. He hadn't meant to, but his eyes had unconsciously drifted to them, probably caused by the first few days of them working on the music video where she'd always been showing him her sketchpad to get his input.

He nearly dropped the drinks when he realized that she'd been sketching him. It was clearly still for the music video, but he didn't recall any of their conversations about design involved him being in post as if he were descending from heaven, complete with light coming out from behind him. There were other sketches nearby of his face with an overwhelming sense of detail, arrows and notes everywhere theorizing on which way would be best for his facial structure.

None of said notes included color theory over the hint of pink currently forming on his face.

He supposed that he could've acted like he hadn't seen it, but it wasn't his style. Since Marinette had never been shy about her sketches, he didn't have any reason to think it might embarrass her.

Thus, he leaned down, gently nudging her arm with the bottle of juice and commenting, "Are those really me?"

She startled, though relaxed when she took in the sight of him. "O-oh, um... yes?" She frowned, taking the drink offered to her and setting it to her side. "You don't like them?"

"It's not that," he replied, glancing again at her work. He smiled to reassure her, explaining, "I think you're too generous. I don't look like that."

She tilted her head, seeming genuinely confused. "You do to me?"

Oh. Oh wow, okay. She said it so casually that it must've been true, but he was still baffled.

Something must've shown on his face, because Marinette pursed her lips in thought and turned her attention back to her sketchpad, grabbing a bunch of the pages in her hand and flipping them over to go backwards in her sketchpad to much earlier works, then flipping one at a time afterwards. He guessed that she was looking for something.

Between the designs he saw were sketches that appeared to show assorted moments, such as Juleka brushing her hair or Ivan napping. Going only off of the glimpses he saw, Marinette drew her friends to keep her drawing ability sharp.

Then, as Marinette stopped, Luka realized what she'd been doing: she was looking for an old sketch of him. He even recognized it in a way: he was laughing with a hand held up near his lips. It was when they first met, but that only confused him further if what he'd thought was true.

"I thought you were making fun of me back then, but then you said you were sorry and played my heart," she said, as if she'd read his thoughts. "I was embarrassed then, but I'm not now."

He'd had no idea. He assumed she'd simply put it behind her.

"Hm," she continued, holding the sketchpad out at arm's length and squinting at it. "I guess I drew you a little differently back then. Maybe my style changed?"

She examined the other sketches nearby, then flipped back to her current ones for comparison's sake. In truth, both sketches did look different, but he couldn't describe it with words if asked.

"I didn't draw you any more perfect," Marinette concluded. She pointed and traced specific lines with her fingers as if he could make any sense of what she was trying to point out. "All your imperfections are still there, and they make you you so there's nothing wrong with them anyway."

Luka tried not to be obvious about unscrewing the cap on his drink and taking a far bigger sip than he normally would have. His throat just felt very dry all of a sudden.

Finally showing some level of embarrassment, Marinette rubbed the back of her neck in what looked like some sort of realization for her. "U-um... I did hear once that good people can become more beautiful to someone after they get to know them. How they see them physically doesn't really change, but—" She gestured wildly with a free hand, lacking the words necessary to convey the thought. "—the way they see them changes? And..." She ducked her head, blushing as her voice lowered to a squeak. "Y-you're very, very handsome to me, Luka."

Luka, truthfully, had never had someone compliment him so directly before. There had been girls and boys alike at school who would flirt with him - some more seriously or openly than others - but not like this. Marinette spoke directly from her heart, the way that would leave one lightheaded from such a direct attack.

He took a breath, reminding himself that he must still be alive, then set his drink down on the table before moving to sit beside Marinette.

"That explains why you're so pretty to me, Marinette."

"H—huh?" She gaped at him, apparently having not expected him to "fight back." She even dropped her sketchpad, which would've fallen to the floor had he not caught it. "Me? No, I mean—I'm not that—"

"You're really pretty," he insisted gently, smile widening at the knowledge of exactly what he was doing to her. "The prettiest person I've ever known."

She opened her mouth to retort, but stopped. Her gaze flickering back to the sketchpad, she must've realized that they were on the same wavelength. "...You think so?"

He nodded. Pointing at the sketchpad, he imitated her earlier movements, his fingertip tracing along the lines of his sketch's face. "A song is only a song until you hear the meaning behind it. They might look the same on a music sheet, but it's the person playing that makes all the difference."

"Really?" She leaned towards him in an entirely unnecessary gesture to watch him trace the lines on her sketchpad. Their arms pressed together and he pretended not to notice so as to not give her the wrong impression.

"Mhm~" He looked over at her. "I hope you'll draw yourself one day in the same way I see you."

She met his gaze, eyes unmoving from his face to the point where he could see his reflection in her eyes. Distantly, he heard the shifting of paper as Marinette blindly closed the sketchpad, him having to pull his hand out from in-between the pages to let it close completely.

Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. He hadn't said it outright, but it seemed like he'd gotten the message across even without the words.

She clutched at the fabric of his jacket, slowly leaning towards him. He leaned in return, turning to face her properly. Then—

"W-wait!"

Luka blinked as Marinette suddenly pulled back, holding the sketchpad in front of her face. Confused, he rewound his memory, wondering if maybe he had misinterpreted her leaning.

"Um..." She lowered the sketchpad enough for him to see the upper half of her face, an embarrassed blush on her cheeks. "N-not yet. Not now."

"I understand. If you're not ready—"

"No! I want to!" she insisted. "But..." She groaned, leaning back and then bumping her forehead against her sketchpad in exasperation. "We have a contest to worry about, and I don't want to be... distracted."

Luka felt an intense wave of affection wash over him at the idea that she was worried about not being able to stop kissing him if she got a taste. Thinking about it himself, he acknowledged that it would be difficult to focus on the contest after kissing her, and the fact that she wanted to do it at all was enough to satisfy him for the time being.

"Then... after the contest?" he offered.

"Yes! Definitely!" Her hands shook whilst she was holding the sketchpad, putting her excitement openly on display for him. Then, giggling to herself, she added shyly, "I-I think you just became even more handsome."

He officially didn't care whether or not they won the contest. He already felt like a winner.

[literaryuppsala]

Morning fuss.

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Ivar have a big family.

Words: I have no idea, it’s just a tiny blurb. 

Warnings: None, it’s fluff, just cuteness overload. So sweet you’ll probably develop diabetes after reading, I’m sorry. 

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. I wrote this piece a while ago, thought It was too cute to stay in the drafts and I crave others approval too, so, yeah. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine.  

Fluff below the cut, enjoy ♥

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You opened your eyes before the alarm went off like every morning, then you disabled the little, annoying thing before started screaming beside your bed. You always liked waking up early in the morning, even before the kids, you liked the time on your own. You wobbled out of the bed, covered your swollen frame with a silke robe and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and braid your hair, leaving the bedroom right after, making little, to no sound. 

The sound of your slippers against the carpet were very soft, you breathed hard, the last trimester of pregnancy was always the worst, but you already knew that. You crossed the corridor til the kitchen and turned on the lights, even with the first rays of sun, the house was still a little dark.

Then you started preparing breakfast, you hummed softly while making it, very low only for yourself to hear, enjoying your own company for a while, listening to your own voice and thoughts. Not that you didn’t like the noise, not at all, you loved it. It was only because you liked to have the first few minutes of the day to keep to yourself. 

At the end of one hour and a half you already had set the table with enough plates to all of you, put some half-done cookies on the oven, made pancakes, eggs and bacon, coffee and orange juice, milk and cereal and that’s when you heard the first sound, and smiled to yourself ‘cause your day wouldn’t be silent anymore. 

“Get out of my way, poop head!” 

“I’m not a poop head! you’re poop head!” 

They started running down the corridor till the kitchen, already fighting themselves with kicks and punches and enough ‘poop head’ for at least a month. 

“Hey! Hey!” You step in between them. “Nobody is a poop head in this house.”

“Kyle threw his pillow on me.” Your little one whined first.

“I was trying to wake him up on time for school!” His brother went right after.

“It’s too early for you two to start yelling with each other, c’mon.” You sad It to your twins. Jaxon and Kyle were seven, and despite loving each other, they fought a lot and they probably had that from their dad and uncles. “Now, sit.” You commanded. 

Within minutes you heard the sound of another pair of slippers on the carpet, very slow and lazy. Your first born appeared in the kitchen and sat beside his younger brothers. 

“Morning, mama.” He greeted you tenderly while taking the cereal to put on his own bowl. You went to him and kissed the crown of his head, putting his messy hair in place while doing It. 

“Morning, pup. Did you sleep well?” He nodded and you laugh a little. Kitt was thirteen and very loving, but not at six a.m, never at six a.m. 

Eventually they started fighting each other over bread and bacon, even though you made enough for the whole pack of them, they were never satisfied. With all the noise, the youngest pup starts screaming in his cradle, made you run into the baby’s room and got him in your arms to calm him down. You went back to the kitchen holding Erik in your arms and trying to ease the boys, but they seemed to had completely forgotten you were there and you just gave up with a roll of your eyes, looking at your baby and smiling at him. 

Right there you listened to your husband's little grunts while waking up, you listened to him in your bathroom and then he went through the corridor, appearing in the kitchen right away with his joggers dangerously low on his hips, his messy hair is all over the place and his hand is resting on his naked torso. He grunted again, louder this time. 

“Stop tormenting your mother.” He growled and just like that, the little wolves were all eating in silence. 

You smiled at his figure, and he came to you with a smirk on his face. You put your baby boy in one arm so you can use the other to embrace him, who put one of his hands on the baby and the other one on your ass, grabbing a little too hard while pecking your lips several times, then kissing your jaw, your neck and below your ear, making you shiver. 

“Morning, hot mama.” He said against your skin before taking the baby from your arms, his hand a little longer on your bump before he went to sit at the table with the boys.

“Good morning, darling.” You answered, looking adoringly at your husband while sitting by his side.

“Papa, Kyle threw a pillow on me this morning.” Jaxon complained, catching Ivar’s attention.

“Why did he do that?” He asked with a frown. 

“‘Cause he’s a poop head.” He whined again.

“Hey! Stop calling your brother that.” He scolded. “Kyle, why did you do that?”

“Cause I wanted to wake him up.” He shrugged with his mouth full.

“Why didn’t you do it more gently?” He tried again, trying not to laugh.

“Cause he’s a heavy sleeper, papa. I called him and he wouldn’t wake up.” 

“Hey, can I sleep at Donny’s tonight?” Kitt asked while getting up. “We have practice this afternoon, thought I could crash there after.” 

“What are you having a party? It’s wednesday!” You scolded. 

“It’s not a party, ma. We’re just haggin’ out, watching a movie or something.” He explained leaving the kitchen.

“Your mom is still talking to you, come back here.” Ivar growled and Kitt’s head showed up by the door frame. 

“Please?” He begged with his big, puppy, baby blue eyes at you. “Cmon ma, I’ll be home tomorrow after school, it’s no big deal!”

You looked at Ivar waiting for support but you just found his almost laughing face, almost making you laugh too. 

“Alright, no sleeping late for you young boy, and I want my goodnight call, whether you’re with your friends or not!” 

You heard his laugh while he went back to his room, he truly reminded you of Ivar. The twins almost started another fight, but he was right there to scold them. 

You finished breakfast together and very quickly you were at door waiting to give your boys wet loving kisses before school. Kitt took the twins by their hands, walking them to the bus, the three of them kissed your cheeks and left. Erik was crawling around your legs, the two year old was a menace. Then there was Ivar, walking over to you with a big smirk, his hands like a magnet on your baby bump while his mouth met yours feverishly. 

“Can’t wait to come back and put my hands on you.” He grunted with his lips on yours. 

“Your still with your hands on me Mr. Lothbrok.” You grinned. 

“Don’t blame me for thinking my wife is sexy when she’s pregnant.”

“That’s why you keep me pregnant all the time.” 

“And because inside you is my favorite place to be.” 

“Shut up.” 

He smiled before kissing you and taking the little one at your legs in his arms.

“Take good care of mama while I’m at work.” He asked, tickling the little boy and making him laugh. 

“MAMA!” He screamed excited.

“Alright, alright, time to tell papa to go to work, because If he’s going to put so many babies in me, we’re gonna need extra cash. And extra help too.” You took the baby from his arms. “Tell your lazy brother that uncle Hvitserk is very much needed here today.” 

“We have a meeting-” He was about to deny you, but you silently pouted and he was a goner. “Fine, I’ll send him here.” Then he kissed you again, kissed the baby in your arms and the baby bump. “See you all at dinner, love you hot mama.” 

"Love you too, hot papa.” 

***

[divinegrey]

ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

this was a fun one to write! as always, drop a prompt in my inbox if you have any!

prompt: Super protective/possessive Jinx for a girl she likes OR for her gf [requested by @rosevela]

words: 1648

warnings: typical jinx-related hijinks and violence

Working the bar at the Last Drop is not the best job in the world, but it pays well (mostly) and you have the inherent protection of Silco the industrialist. It comes with its perks, even if you do have to ignore the fact that he’s the leader of Zaun and the reason that the streets are flooded with Shimmer.

You just do your job. Making drinks is your specialty. Always has been. You enjoy serving people. Sometimes, you wonder what life would be like if you were a Topsider, serving the rich their champagnes and wine, instead of an underground dweller who serves drunkards their whiskey.

Wouldn’t be much different, you think. Same dickheads, different brands.

Besides, there might be one benefit that is keeping you down here as the only female bartender at the Last Drop. One would think that being near a bunch of drunk men as a somewhat attractive woman would cause problems, but it isn’t. You have one person to thank for that.

“Serve me a bourbon neat, doll,” croons the voice of a man to your left. You make a humming noise, grabbing the bottle from under the counter as well as a glass. You pour the cup just under halfway and slide it across the counter to him. “Thanks, gorgeous.”

“No problem, sir,” you say, taking the towel from your apron and wiping down a wet spot on the lacquered wood. When you’re in charge of the bar, you despise any messiness. You like to clean it up to keep the place looking nice. For the most part; you can’t speak for the rest of the Last Drop.

The man rests his arms, leaning closer. You take a step to the side away from him, scrubbing harder at a stain that just won’t quit. You know exactly what is about to happen next. God have mercy on his soul.

“Say, when do you get off? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to walk home alone,” he says, drumming his fingers on the surface a little too impatiently.

“I’m good,” you reply. You begin making a new drink, hoping he’ll get the message before he loses a pair of balls, but unfortunately, he just won’t shut up.

“You sure, doll? My apartment is only a few blocks down, it’s nice and quiet,” he leers at you. In return, you give him a completely unamused expression. “We could get comfy. I could show you a good time, huh? How about it?”

Three… two… one!

You put the newly made drink on the counter, and place a metal straw in it.

Click.

“Get the fuck away from her, or I’ll put another hole in your dick that you won’t be able to piss out of.”

There she is, you think to yourself, looking up to see none other than Jinx herself, hanging from a bar on the ceiling with her gun trained on the head of the man trying to hit on you (and failing miserably). He looks like he’s shat his pants.

“You— you fucking psycho!” He shouts. The bar goes quiet, eyes turning in your direction to see what the fuck is going on.

Jinx’s braids hang down, and she twirls one in her hand, swinging back and forth upside down. “I really did not want to get my cutie’s bar gross with blood tonight, but it seems like I have no choice!”

“Leave me the fuck alone!” the man spills his bourbon trying to run (what a waste!). Jinx pulls a bomb from her collection and throws it— it sticks to the back of the man. The red light beeps once and POOF! Blue sparkles erupt from the bomb. You laugh. That’ll make it a hell of a lot easier for him to get jumped by people on the street later. When he’s gone through the door, it takes a few seconds for the clamor to start up again.

“Thanks,” you say, picking up the cup you just made and offering it to Jinx. “Knew you were coming. Here’s your favorite, on me.”

“You’re too sweet to me, toots,” Jinx says, taking the cup. With the straw, she takes a sip of it, somehow managing to do it while hanging upside down and twirling her gun in her hand. She smacks her lips. “Delicious. I’ll be around. Holler if you need me!”

“I will,” you reply, giving her a wink. Jinx blushes and scuttles back up to the ceiling faster than you can say Piltover.

Somehow, someway, whenever a dickhead tries to lay their hands on you, Jinx is there. You can protect yourself— you don’t carry a knife with you for no reason— but it’s nice to have someone watching over you.

You crane your head back to the rafters. From the top, Jinx wiggles her fingers in a hello, her leg swinging back and forth. You smile widely and get back to work.

~~~~~

You heft the last chair over your head, flipping it to lay on the table so that when the janitor comes in later, he can mop the floors without anything in the way. It’s part of the closing shift duties that you find to be soothing. The bouncers have cleared everyone out and clocked out for the night, leaving you alone in the Last Drop.

Well, mostly alone.

You go behind the bar, making yourself a drink to end a successful shift. To your tired surprise, you find yourself making double the amount you usually would.

On the bar, a soft thunk draws your attention. Jinx is crouched with agile grace, her braids falling by her sides.

“Hi,” Jinx says, something of a dopey grin on her face. She plops down on the singular seat you left down for her. You had a feeling she’d be swinging by to talk to you tonight.

“Hi,” you reply. You pour your drink into two cups. “Here. Try this, let me know what you think.”

Jinx takes it, but before she can say anything, you pull a metal straw from your apron and put it into the drink. She has a preference for straws. Usually, it doesn’t work for certain drinks, but this one it does. Jinx takes a sip at the same time you do.

You let the fruity flavor roll around in your mouth. Perfect way to end the night. As you swallow, you find Jinx staring at you, her lips still wrapped around the straw and drinking. You say, “Something you need?”

“Just admirin’ someone cute,” Jinx replies.

“Oh, just because you rescued me, you think you can start schmoozing?” You lean against the counter, taking another pull from the cup. You let it go down straight, the burn on your throat minimal compared to the burst of flavors on your tongue. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.”

“You like it,” Jinx says, pressing her hands against the counter to lean over it, coming closer to your face. “You like it when I let people know they can’t touch you.”

“Do I now?” You meet her gaze, holding it for as long as she’s willing to go. This happens way too often— this tango between the two of you. When did it start? A few months ago, probably. Some asshole tried grabbing your ass, and Jinx blew his arm clean off no less than a few seconds later. Frankly, seeing a severed arm on the floor of your bar isn’t the worst thing that’s happened inside of the Last Drop.

But it did lead to several more occasions where, whenever someone tried to make a move on you, Jinx appeared from fucking nowhere to threaten them, hurt them, or throw them out of the bar via the bouncers. Fortunately, you managed to convince Jinx to not harm your customers after the last time (she pistol-whipped a woman in the back of the skull).

You would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. You like it when Jinx watches you from the rafters, staring at you whenever you have a shift in the bar. You don’t work every day, but you can always count on her being there a majority of the time.

With a click on the hardwood, you put aside your drink. Jinx mirrors you.

“Toots, I think you like me,” Jinx whispers, a twitch in her eyebrow. She all but leaps over the counter, landing beside you. In the flash of an eye, she has you pinned against the bartop. You’re strong enough to push her off, she’s like a feather, but you entertain her for now. “Or, you just like it when I protect you from all those mean little assholes who think they can have you.”

“Have me? You think you own me?” Please say yes, please say yes.

Like she’s read your mind, Jinx smiles. “Of course I do, toots. You’re mine.”

Her eyes flicker down to your lips. It’s all the invitation you need to kiss her. She tastes like berries and the drink you made her earlier. Jinx presses her hands into your waist, a rumble coming from the back of her throat and you swallow the sound into your mouth. Thank the fucking gods she finally did something. You were getting tired of all the dancing around. Who knew you just needed one more asshat to flirt with you to make her snap?

There’s one nice thing about having someone who’s possessive like Jinx— she makes it known. Especially right now, when she’s biting your neck hard enough to leave a mark in a place where everyone will see it during your next shift tomorrow. You don’t mind. In fact, you encourage it.

You give her one in return. It’s only fair, isn’t it?

Your drinks lay forgotten on the counter. Someone else will take care of it. You’ve got other things (Jinx) to do.

~~~~~

A/N: cheers to each of us getting our jinx's to protect us from weirdos at the bars. thanks for the prompt @rosevela ! hope I did it justice <3

[saintlike78]

The only thing we share [R.A.B & S.O.B]

A/N: THIS HAS TAKEN FOREVER! I’m so excited to finally be done with it! I’ve been working on this idea with @arcaneslut, so major thanks to her for supporting me through this. Also a major thanks to @bellatrixscurls for boosting my ego heheh <3 <3

It ends kinda abruptly because I was thinking about a part two if anyone’s interested in that.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Fem! Reader x Sirius Black (NO INCEST!)

Summary: Y/N can’t seem to choose between the two Black brothers, so what happens when Sirius finds her in the arms of his brother?

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW 16+, threesome (M/F/M), vaginal sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, slight dom/sub-elements (dom! Sirius, soft dom! Reg, sub! Reader), handjob, mention of cum and cum swallowing, praise, degradation (use of slut and whore), one singular spank, crying, an indication of two-timing (but not really). As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Heeey Reggie,” your voice was happy as you approached the dark-haired Slytherin boy, your arms finding their way around his middle to hug him.

His own arms found their way around you, holding you close to his chest as he chuckled lightly, “Darling, how many times have I told you not to call me that?”

“A lot of times... buuuut it suits you, so I’ll keep calling you Reggie,” you grinned as you looked up at his face.

Regulus shook his head, but his lips were slightly upturned in a smile.

“Do you want to study with me now?” You asked hopefully making it impossible for Regulus to say no to you, but it was exceptionally harder when you were looking at him with huge puppy dog eyes, a pout pulling at your lips if he should say no.

“Of course, darling,” he smiled, not giving it a second thought.

This was what your relationship was, endless flirting and lingering touches. Regulus would do almost anything you told him to, he was completely and utterly enamored by you, he couldn’t get enough. The only reason why you weren’t in a relationship was that he wasn’t the only guy who was head over heels in love with you - the other guy just so happened to be the one person Regulus couldn’t stand - his own brother. Another problem that you had found was that not only were they both in love with you, but you were in love with them both as well, creating a small problem for you.

Normally you wouldn’t be so publicly affectionate towards either of them, afraid that the other would catch on; you weren’t ready to lose either of them, so you kept it in your own secret world.

Of course, you knew how unfair it was to string them both along, not giving them the full truth as to why you didn’t want a relationship because you did want to be with them but having to choose was impossible.

Neither you or Regulus made a move to leave each other’s arms and head towards the library, just looking at each other while talking quietly about your day. You were too caught up with one another to notice the voices that grew louder and the sound of shoes hitting the stone floor. Unfortunately for you, the voices belonged to none other than the four Marauders, one of them, unfortunately, being the one person who was not supposed to witness you in the arms of his brother.

“Uhm y/n, what’r you doing?” the sound of Sirius’ voice caused you to quickly detach yourself from Regulus, creating a distance between the two of you, acting as if Sirius hadn’t caught you red-handed.

“Oh, hi Siri, what’s up?” You tried to act casual, but your tone and body language was anything but casual - fidgeting and bouncing from one foot to the other. Both boys looked at you and then at each other, scowling when they locked eyes.

Remus, James, and Peter looked between the three of you very confused, all three of them silent, thinking of what to say.

“I think we should get going - right James, Peter?” Remus broke the silence, hinting, not subtly that they should make their leave.

“Yes, sure, let’s go,” James stuttered, Peter just nodded, all of them scurrying away quickly, leaving you to deal with your problem.

“Darling, what’s going on,” Regulus placed a hand on your shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze, but you could only look back at him with sad eyes, knowing that now you would lose both of them. Your stomach had dropped to the floor, and it felt like someone was squeezing your heart.

“Darling?... why are you calling her that?” Sirius crossed his arms angrily over his chest, his eyes staring intently at the hand on your shoulder, jealousy filling his chest.

“Please can we go somewhere more private... I promise I’ll explain everything,” you tried, gesturing towards the girl’s lavatory.

Both boys nodded and let you lead them inside, shutting the door behind you gently and leaning your back up against it.

You looked down bashfully, your hands fidgeting anxiously in front of you as your mind raced with ways to explain to them what you’d been doing.

“What’s happening, pup?” Sirius tried a gentler tone, but the anger was still evident in it.

“I’m sorry,” your cheeks grew hot, and you could feel tears slowly gather in your eyes.

“For what, darling?” Regulus was less angry, putting on a calm front for you.

“I’ve had a thing, with... Uhm... both of you...” you were trying your hardest to keep your voice steady, but you couldn’t help the slight shake to your vocal cords.

“... it was not my intent to string you both along... I just like you both so much and I couldn’t choose... I know it was very wrong of me, but I-I can’t stand the thought of... losing you,” your voice cracked, and the first tear rolled down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, knowing how stupid you looked - you weren’t the victim in this.

They both stood shocked, not knowing what to say, but both wanting to reach out to comfort you.

The silence was deafening, the anxiety was eating away at you as you waited for one of them to speak and just end it with you then and there.

“I’m sorry... I understand if you don’t have anything to say to me or if you don’t want to see me anymore... I’ll - I’ll just leave,” your voice was quivering as you tried to keep your tears at bay until you had left.

You turned your body, ready to make a run for it, knowing that they probably hated you, but your hand never properly touched the knob before your wrist was grabbed and your body was yanked backward and away from the door. You were spun around to face them both, Regulus holding your wrist tight, not letting you run away.

Regulus let out a sigh before speaking, “I’m not happy about what you did, but I’m not ready to let you go... I can’t.”

Your eyes widened at his words, not expecting him to still want to be with you.

“Well, I’m not ready to let her go either... so now we have a little problem,” Sirius went to stand beside you, putting his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, surprising you even more.

The tears made your vision blurry as you looked between them, “I’m sorry... I just don’t know what to do,” you whimpered out, causing both of them to quit their scowling contest to look at you, both of their eyes softening.

“Oh puppy, c’mere,” Sirius pulled you into his chest, hugging you as you cried, wetting his white school shirt.

Regulus came closer to soothingly rub up and down your back.

“Listen here, if Sirius and I can agree, I would be willing to... share,” Regulus said begrudgingly, but anything was better than losing you, especially to his brother.

Sirius scoffed, but didn’t argue against his brother, “I guess, if that’s what it takes to keep you, then I’ll be willing to share as well.”

You sniffled and looked up, “are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything.”

Regulus and Sirius shared a look, and both nodded, “we’re sure,” Regulus answered for the both of them.

You hugged Sirius closer to you, reaching one arm behind you searching for Regulus’s hand, which he didn’t hesitate to give you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but both boys heard you clearly, Sirius giving your body an extra squeeze.

You removed your face from Sirius’ chest to look up at him, “kiss?” you puckered your lips, while his lips turned up into a mischievous smile, but nonetheless he complied, leaning his head down and connecting your lips.

The kiss was much shorter than you would have liked, your lips following Sirius’ smirking ones when he pulled apart, a whine tearing through your throat.

Sirius only chuckled at your needy reaction, prompting you to find solace in the man behind you; you turned your head only to be met with a smirking Regulus, his hand still in yours as he had moved closer to you.

“What do you want, darling?” Regulus had leaned down to be level with your face, his voice coming out soft, yet you didn’t miss the slight teasing tone he held.

“You… I want both of you.”

“Is that how you ask nicely, pup?” Sirius broke in, forcing your face to look at his by grabbing your jaw and turning your face.

You whimpered, “please, may I have both of you,” your eyes searched Sirius' eyes desperately.

He smirked, looking down at your desperate figure while running his hand up and down your waist, occasionally giving it a squeeze, “that’s better… good girls have manners and you are a good girl, are you not?”

You quickly nodded, “I am, I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Both boys let out a groan at your words, their pants growing tighter by the second.

Regulus pulled out his wand, casting a silencing charm as well as locking the door.

“You really want to do this here?” you asked with a small tilt to your head.

“Do you have a better place we could go? There’ll be people in your dorm and in mine as well and I’m not going down to the darkest place known to man, also known as the Slytherin common room,” Sirius said before he slowly started kissing your neck, sucking lightly when he found the spot that made you gasp out in pleasure.

“Oi! I’ll let you know that it’s very atmospheric to be under the lake,” Regulus said with an angry frown, not letting Sirius step all over his house.

“Whatever you say,” Sirius retorted against your neck, his tone sarcastic.

You could feel a fight starting to ensue, which was the last thing you wanted from them at this moment.

“Please don’t fight… this is good, please,” you whimpered as Sirius sucked a purple mark right below your ear, his teeth sinking lightly into the flesh before his tongue came out to soothe the skin.

“Don’t worry, pretty darling, we’ll take care of you,” Regulus’s soothing voice said before he stepped even closer to you, your body sandwiched between the two brothers.

Regulus’s hands caressed your body, his hands going over your bum before slowly lifting your skirt to caress your bare skin. He bent down on his knees, his hands kneading away on your bum, he came forward to leave small kisses on the cheeks, his hands trailing down your thighs and moving to the inside of your thighs but purposely ignoring the place you needed him most. “Spread those beautiful legs a little more for me, princess,” Regulus tapped the inside of your thigs; you didn’t waste a second, your legs spreading further apart.

Your hands found a home on Sirius’ shoulders as you used him for balance, your fingers digging into the muscles in anticipation. Sirius’ head retreated from your neck to look at your face, the mischievous smirk never leaving his lips.

He was about to lean down to connect your lips, but he was swiftly interrupted by a gasp leaving your lips; Regulus had placed his thumb on your panties, feeling the wet patch that had formed on them. “So wet for us, darling,” he breathed out, his thumb rubbing your core slowly, working his way up to rub your clit through your soaked panties.

You moaned and gasped again as the pleasurable feeling spread through your body.

“Such a little slut, getting wet just from the thought of having not only one, but both of our cocks... such a filthy girl,” Sirius teased, finally leaning down and connecting your lips in a heated kiss.

You parted your lips letting his tongue enter and dance with your own, your breathing growing labored.

As you were preoccupied with Sirius’ mouth on yours, Regulus took the opportunity to slip your panties off and down your legs, tapping each of your feet for you to lift and step out of them.

You could hear the low groan from Regulus when he was faced with your puffy glistening cunt, a sight so pleasing he couldn’t wait any longer before diving right in, licking a strip from your aching clit to your entrance. Your body jolted at the contact, you let out a loud moan into Sirius’ mouth and your fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders, scared you would collapse, even though Sirius was holding your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall.

Sirius pulled apart, desperate to look at your face, but jealous that Regulus had gotten the chance to taste you before he himself had.

“Who would’ve thought that little y/n was such a little whore?” Sirius taunted, pinching your sides. You moaned at his degrading words, the words going straight to your already dripping cunt.

Sirius let out a taunting laugh, “Oh you like that huh? You like it when I call you a whore?”

You nodded and whimpered, “y-yes.”

Sirius’s lips turned up into a satisfied grin, “hmm filthy girl,” he whispered.

Regulus pulled away for a moment, “she tastes absolutely divine.”

At his words Sirius reached a hand down, collecting some of your arousal on his fingers as he ran them through your folds, making you whimper, before bringing his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

He smacked loudly, “mmhm perfect.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you leaned forward hiding your face in Sirius’ clavicle, prompting a chuckle from the boy.

“Aww, are we feeling shy? Huh?” He feigned a caring tone as he mocked your shyness.

You whined and shook your head, but your face was quickly pulled from its hiding spot by Sirius.

“No whining,” Sirius scolded, to which you just nodded.

“Sirius, can you grab her leg?” Came Regulus’s voice, instructing his brother.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “don’t give me instructions.”

You reached a hand up to caress Sirius’ cheek, “be nice,” you whispered, trying to keep them civil, instead of Sirius complying you let out a surprised gasp when Sirius’ hand suddenly was around your throat, giving it a small warning squeeze, but not enough to actually hurt you.

“We might not agree about who’s in charge, but it’s certainly not you... got it?”

You gulped, but nodded, “yes, sir.”

Another groan escaped Sirius at the use of the title, “you’re going to kill me.”

Sirius let go of your throat, reaching down to grab your leg like Regulus had asked, hoisting it up.

“There we go,” Regulus breathed out, his middle finger circling your entrance.

You could feel your heart through your chest, the beating growing faster and more rapid as the seconds went on. Your breath had been replaced by moans – filling the quiet room, along with the squelching sounds as Regulus inserted a finger in you, pumping it slowly in and out, feeling your warm walls pulse and contract at the minimal pleasure he was able to give you with just one finger.

Sirius leaned down to suck and bite at your neck; whimpers left your mouth at the pleasurable pain his teeth gave you, your hands moving to hold onto him by the back of his neck, pulling gently at the hairs at the nape.

Regulus added a second finger, pumping them faster while his other hand reached up to rub your clit in fast circles, pressing it occasionally to add pressure.

You could feel the familiar warmth building in the pit of your belly, your orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please, may I cum?” You begged, gripping Sirius’ hair tighter as you tried to fight off the feeling.

Sirius submerged from your neck, squeezing your waist, “not yet… sluts like you have to wait for it.”

You whimpered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes at the strain of holding it in, “please, sir, I can’t,” you tried begging once more, but to no avail; Sirius shook his head and gestured for Regulus to stop, which he did, but not without a displeased grunt.

Regulus pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the empty feeling and the fleeting orgasm having been stolen from you. You were about to turn your head to give Regulus a displeased look, but your cheeks were promptly grabbed by Sirius, his fingers squeezing a pout from you.

“What did tell you before?” he questioned with a raised brow.

“No whining,” you would’ve dipped your head if it hadn’t been for the hold, you found yourself in.

“Good girl,” Regulus praised as he stood to tower over you once more behind you.

“Good girl,” Sirius mocked, “she can remember simple instruction, but yet she still whines like a desperate little slut.”

“Don’t be so mean,” Regulus scolded, smacking Sirius’ hand that was holding your leg up, causing him to drop it.

Regulus leaned down to your ear before whispering, “don’t listen to him, darling, you’re doing so well, good girl.”

You turned your face, being level with Regulus, you connected your lips, tasting yourself on his lips and the sweet taste of him, breathing out a ‘thank you' before breaking apart.

Regulus just nodded with a smile, glad you understood his comfort, his hand finding home on the side of your waist Sirius wasn’t holding onto.

You felt Sirius’ hand back on your face, turning it to face him once more, “you know you can tell me if it’s too much, right?”

Your heart fluttered at Sirius checking on you, making sure that you were alright and happy with everything that was happening; you nodded in reply, looking into his eyes to show him that you meant it. Sirius smiled and leaned down to also be able to whisper in your ear, “good girl,” he whispered for only you to hear.

“Come, over here,” Sirius started guiding you towards one of the sinks in the lavatory, a large mirror hanging above the basin, your eyes meeting your own as Sirius pulled you further towards the image.

“Now look at that, such a pretty slut, it would be a shame if you don’t get the same view as us,” Sirius’ hand was stroking up and down the expanse of your back when you came to a halt in front of the shining mirror; Regulus followed suit standing on the other side of Sirius behind you. They were tall and intimidating – absolutely stunning, enchanting, causing all thoughts to leave your mind as you stared at them through the tall mirror; your stomach was filled with butterflies, accompanied by an ache created by the denied orgasm, your arousal was slowly dripping down your legs, but yet time stood still as you waited for one of them to do something, anything �� you would let them do anything.

“I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to watch yourself get ruined like the filthy girl you are, understand?” Sirius was caressing your sides, but you knew it was as a decoy – his real purpose being freeing your shirt from being tucked into your plaid school skirt.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you voiced your understanding, but you looked to Regulus, unsure what he thought of this particular arrangement.

Regulus caught your stare, returning it with a soft smile and kiss to your temple, “it’s okay, pretty girl, I’ll wait my turn,” he said with a wink.

Regulus stepped in front of you, temporarily blocking your reflection in the mirror, but his reasoning soon became clear as he started undoing the buttons of your shirt, helping you out of it, exposing your bra-covered breasts to the eager boys.

Sirius’ hands trailed up your back finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it, the bra loosening and helped off by Regulus. Out of instinct, your hands went up to cover your now exposed chest, but Sirius was quicker than you and took a hold of your wrists, his arms on both sides of you. “Don’t turn all shy now - you were so desperate before, be a good slut,” Sirius was taunting you, but his words only made the ache grow even bigger causing a whimper to be ripped from your throat and your head to turn to look at him over your shoulder; you were only met with a mocking tilt of his head, whilst his hands brought your wrists behind your back, switching to hold them both with one hand.

“Move out of the way, will you Reg.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, his face contorting into one of disgust at Sirius using a nickname for him, but nevertheless, he complied, but not before leaning down and giving your lips a quick peck.

With Regulus no longer blocking the mirror in front of you, you could see the situation unfold clearly; Regulus was close but leaning casually against a sink strategically placed so he could look at you without being in the way of the mirror, his hands starting to work on the zipper of his black school trousers.

Your focus was back on Sirius when you heard the same sound of a zipper, but from behind you; Sirius was quick to pull his painfully hard cock from the restraints of his own trousers, the tip of his cock red and dripping with pre-cum. He stroked himself a couple of times, his head thrown back and a groan leaving his lips, his raven-colored hair falling in front of his face when his head fell back into place. You let out a breathy moan at the sight, enamored by his beauty and growing more needy and desperate by the second.

Sirius flipped your skirt up, the clothing piece rather useless as you were bare everywhere else; your focus was momentarily lost on Sirius’ face, therefore, leaving you unprepared for the slap that was landed on your ass, pulling a yelp from you, but leaving you no room to complain as he pushed himself inside you – the complaint dying on your tongue and replaced by a surprised gasp of pleasure. Sirius and Regulus’ eyes were locked on your face, memorizing the look and contortion of satisfaction, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the slight backward roll your eyes made

Sirius set a fast pace, keeping you up by your arms as he held them tightly behind your back, giving both himself and Regulus a perfect view of your breasts as they bounced on every impact.

Your moans and smalls squeals, accompanied by the wet slapping sounds filled the bathroom, the occasional grunt and moan leaving Sirius’ mouth.

A yelp broke through when Regulus used his free hand, the one not currently working himself closer to an orgasm, to reach forward and tug at your sensitive nipples – pulling, twisting and rubbing them, his eyes locked on your reactions; he smiled a pleased smile at the sounds you let out, your eyes finding his, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open and hold his stare.

“You gonna cum, princess?” Regulus asked, giving your left nipple a particularly harsh pinch, your cunt pulsing and tightening around Sirius.

“Please, may I,” you pleaded, your eyes flitting between the two brothers, frustration building as well at the orgasm you were trying to hold off.

“Go on, milk my cock like the whore you are,” Sirius grunted, a low moan escaping as well as your cunt squeezed him once more.

Sirius moved his hips with a few hard thrusts, snaking his free hand to the front of your body to put pressure on your clit. Your breath stuttered, a gasp catching in your throat as a silent scream made its appearance, your orgasm rocking through your body, your cunt throbbing around Sirius. You spasmed as you tried, but failed, to topple forward, Sirius’ hands holding you too tight to let you fall.

Sirius moaned loudly as he reached his end, emptying himself in you, he stilled cock twitching. He rocked a couple of times, working you both through your orgasms before

he slowly pulled out, bending down to look at the way his cum dripped from you, muttering a small ‘gorgeous’ to himself. Rising to his full height, he kissed up your neck and your cheek while holding your body close to his, whispering small praises in your ear.

You were trying to catch your breath, your body twitching slightly at the sensitivity and the aftershock of the built-up release you had been keeping in for so long.

You were thrown out of your own thoughts and tiredness when you heard a moan coming from your side; Regulus’s head was thrown back as he tried desperately to finish himself.

You turned your head to kiss Sirius’ cheek as his head rested on your shoulder, before freeing yourself from his grasp to stand directly in front of Regulus. Grasping his face, you turned it down to look in your eyes as you leaned up to connect your lips with his in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. Your hand reached between your bodies as you took his cock from his hand, working it yourself; you applied pressure as you twisted and stroked with your hand at a fast pace. Regulus pulled away from the kiss to let out a stuttered moan as your thumb brushed over to sensitive slit, his hips working to match the pace of your hand.

“Gonna cum,” he breathed out, “let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Even though his tone was much softer than Sirius’ had been, it was still a command, to which you complied.

You sank to your knees, keeping your hand in motion, but replacing it with your mouth leading Regulus to his much-needed release.

His hands grasped your hair at the base of your scalp, holding your head still as his hips moved him through his release, his cum seeping into your mouth on your tongue and down your throat.

With the help of Regulus, you stood, met with the soft smile from Regulus and a gentle kiss on your lips from him. Sirius stepped behind you, holding your bra and shirt helping you put them on, turning you around to button the shirt up.

“Thank you,” you said, stroking his hair as Regulus stroked your hips from behind you.

“For what? This or the other thing?” Sirius smirked, your eyes rolling at his insinuation.

“Both, I guess,” you giggled making both boys chuckle, as Sirius finished off the last button on your shirt.

Your eyes scanned the floor, but the short search for your panties was unsuccessful.

“Uhm, where are my panties?”

Sirius smirked once more before holding the piece of clothing up but quickly pocketed it when you tried to reach for them. “Oh, I’m keeping these… as a souvenir.”

You rolled your eyes once more, but the smile was ever-present on your face.

“Again, thank you for this,” you breathed a content breath.

“I can’t say I wasn’t surprised, but if this is the price to be with you, I’m willing to pay it,” Regulus said, gesturing to Sirius as he said ‘this’, earning him a disgruntled ‘hey!’, though Sirius nodded in agreement.

“I’m interested in what’s to come.”

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Of Jealousy and Friendship - Pt. 1

Topic number 2 won in the vote to be written next! So without further-a-do, let’s get going!...This ended up being a two part thing. Oh Well. Here’s part one. - B GN! MC Summary: MC makes a lower demon friend who may secretly be hoping for something more than friendship. The Demon Bros are not about to let this happen. Part Two: Here, Epilogue: Here It all started in magical potions. When you first arrived, the course wasn’t so bad since you took it with Beelzebub. The two of you always partnered up; the hour would consist of you jokingly scolding Beel for trying to eat ingredients and making light hearted jokes with one another whenever the teacher turned their back.  But once the second semester started, Beel was moved out of the course as it had gotten too expensive to keep him in a class where most of the subject matter was edible.  Which left you alone and bored in the classroom as the teacher went on and on about Mandrake roots and what they can be used for. You let out a heavy sigh and plopped your forehead onto the desk.  A soft snort came from beside you. You glanced over to see a demon with his feet propped up on his desk staring right back at you out of the corner of his dark green eyes. He smiled at you with a tilt of his head.  “The lectures are a total snooze fest right? I joined this class cause I thought we’d be making potions and causing stuff to explode. Not sitting here twisting our thumbs all day.” 

You bit back a laugh as you worried glanced over at the professor, who was none-the-wiser to the little conversation the two of you were sharing. You looked back over to the demon. His dark skin caused those hauntingly green eyes of his pop out at all who met his gaze, with carefully trimmed and styled black curls sitting stylishly on the top of his head.  There was a playful and mischievous energy to him that reminded you of Belphie, Asmo and Mammon.  “Unfortunately suffering through this section of class is mandatory to be allowed to mess around with the fun stuff.”  The demon groaned and threw his head back. “Urgh, that’s so unfair. What’s the worst that can happen? The potion explodes and kills us? Newsflash teach, we’re already dead.”  You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out at that one.  “Well actually the worse that could happen, for you at least as I am a very mortal human, is that you’d suffer the consequences from one of the potions. Anything from shrinking to de-aging to charms, all kinds of things. I’ve seen the effects of a potion gone wrong a number of times during my time down here. Trust me; you don’t want to be on the receiving end.”  He looked over at you with an analytical eye as the corners of his lips tilted upwards. “So you’re the human that everyone’s talking about.” He trailed off, and glanced over at the teacher to make sure they weren’t looking before stretching out his hand towards you. “I’m Cane. You know despite being the talk of RAD, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention your name?”  You took his hand into your own and lightly shook it. “I’m MC.” 

Cane leaned back into his chair, “It’s a pleasure to finally put a name and face to that glowing reputation of yours, MC. I see your pretty good at this potions thing, and I hear that you’re a lot of fun. How about you meet me downtown for supper later and we can study and get to know each other a little better?”  Your initial instinct was to agree, but then you paused as you thought of the brothers. “I don’t know. I don’t think that Lucifer or the others would like it much if I went out on my own.”  The demon huffed and light heartedly rolled his eyes. “You won’t be alone, you’ll be with me. I may not be as powerful as them, but I’m still a pretty good fighter.” He teasingly placed a gentle punch onto your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not like they’re boss of you. Are you really going to let a bunch of snobby Lords keep you from making the best of your time in the Devildom?”  That last remark hit a nerve. If there was one thing that had spread quite quickly about you around RAD, it was that you were known for being a little reckless, prideful, and never being able to back down from a challenge, and boy did that statement have you itching to prove him wrong.  You smiled, a sharp dangerous smile, at Cane. “I’ll go. And we’re going to do so much more than just go to a lame restaurant and study. You want to have fun and take risks? We’ll have fun and take risks. Whatever you want to do...to a degree,” you added in quickly remembering that you were talking to a demon and if you didn’t implement any boundaries there was no telling what you’d get yourself into, “I’m in.”  Cane’s eyes sparkled as his smile widened. “Damn. I guess it’s true that you’re a bit of dare devil. Alright, you’re on. Meet me at Hell’s Kitchen a 4pm. We’ll study and hit the books as promised, but afterwards...Get ready for the night of your life.”  ***

The brothers were concerned. You had rushed into the House of Lamentation after school and sprinted to your room, changed out of your uniform and promptly shouted that you were “going out” before taking off before any of them could complain.  Mammon had tried to argue that someone should follow you, and while that wasn’t a terrible idea, Lucifer wanted to give you the question of the doubt. Worst case scenario, you come back home a little scratched up and learn your lesson about taking off into the dangers of the Devildom.  At least that’s what he had thought when you had initially left.  It was now bordering midnight, and you had yet to return home.  So yeah, the brothers were very concerned.  Mammon was pacing and ranting about how this all could’ve been avoided if they had only listened to him for once.  Leviathan was trying to distract himself with his game, but everyone could see the worried glances he kept throwing to the entrance and clock as the minutes ticked by.  Satan sat near where Mammon and would occasionally scold or correct him, and sometimes even throw in his own ideas on what could be done while he thumbed through a book on location spells.  Asmodeus was strangely quiet, sitting near the fire by himself with arms wrapped around his torso as he stared into the flames. He would occasionally move a hand to wipe at his face before it went right back to hugging himself.  Beelzebub had lost his appetite. He sat next to Belphie, taking comfort in his twin’s presence, while Belphegor pretended to be unbothered and asleep, even though his mind was racing with the many stupid situations you could’ve gotten yourself into.  And Lucifer...He just sat in a door near the entryway, his eyes fixed on the entrance as he silently waited.  Finally, just as the clock stroke midnight, they could hear your recognizable laugh from behind the door.  “Oh my god! That was incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun in life!” Leviathan stiffened at the statement, his hands gripping tighter onto his game.  “What did I tell you? I promised you the night of your life, and I sure as Diavolo always make sure to deliver,” everyone froze at the sound of the teasing male voice. “Though I didn’t expect the Seven Lords’ precious human to be a complete bad ass. You were amazing out there.”  Leviathan mumbled something before getting up and leaving the room. Mammon growled lowly and looked at the others, “Anyone know who the hell that is?”  Asmo finally stood, wiping at his face as he did, and began to stride towards the door, “Why don’t we find out?”  Without waiting for a response, Asmodeus swung the door open and pulled on a bright smile as he reached out and wrapped an arm around you. “MC, darling, you didn’t tell me you were bringing over guests! Don’t tell me you’re trying to have fun without me?”  You blinked up at the Asmo before smiling softly at his tactics. “Oh, hey Asmo! I didn’t expect you to be up. Cane here was just dropping me off.”  The demon in question didn’t even so much as stiffen as Asmodeus’s dangerous stare shifted over to him. Instead Cane stood there, relaxed, with a shit-eating grin on his face. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow at him and allowed a bit of his demonic aura to exude around him. “Oh really? At this time of night? Makes a demon wonder what kind of mischief the two of you had gotten up to,” while maintaining eye contact with Cane, Asmo rested his chin against your shoulder. “You know dear, if you wanted “fun” that badly all you had to do was ask. I assure you I could’ve shown you a much better time.” He purred and softly kissed your shoulder.  You shivered, missing the way Asmo stiffened as he noticed something, and swatted at the Avatar of Lust as you moved away from him. “Down Asmo. It’s nothing like that. Cane’s in my magical potions class. We went out to study together and decided to hit a couple clubs while we were out. No biggy.”  “If it’s ‘no biggy’ then why were you out all night without giving us any kind of warning of where you were going or how long you’d be out?” Everyone whirled around as Lucifer stood in the doorway with a frown etched on his face and his arms crossed. He took a step closer to you before freezing mid-step, his nose twitching. His eyes flared red as they fell onto Cane. The lower demon tensed and curled his hands into fists, but seemed to be refusing to back down. Lucifer snarled, “What exactly was it that you said the two of you were up to tonight?”  You frowned and stepped between Lucifer and your new friend. “Hey! Stop it! He didn’t do anything, if that’s what you’re implying. And I wasn’t aware that I needed permission for every single thing that I do!” You snapped poking his chest as you moved into his space. “So excuse me for wanting to go out and enjoy myself for once!”  Whatever fear Cane had been showing, quickly slipped away at seeing you stand your ground against the mighty first born. “Yeah. What they said.”  Lucifer growled and caught your hand into his own, pulling you close and leaning in, “You’d be wise to remember that you are in the Devildom and surrounded by beings that have no where near as good intentions as you’d assume. Being so reckless and naïve down here could get you killed again, I thought you had learned that.” His tone was cold and unapologetic as he practically spat the words in your face.  You glared at Lucifer as you yanked your hand out of his grasp. There was so many things you wanted to say to him, but none of them would be right to say in front of an audience. You huffed and turned to face Cane. “I am so sorry about those two. Thanks again for tonight and bringing me home. I’ll see you tomorrow in class, okay?”  Cane gave you a side smile as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. I had a great time hanging out with you. Hopefully we can do again...under better circumstances. Goodnight MC.” He took a step towards you and pulled you into a hug.  You smiled, wondering how Lucifer and Asmo could be stirring up such a fuss about a guy who had been nothing but kind to you, and gently hugged him back.  What you couldn’t see, was Cane making direct eye contact with the two other demons, as one of his wrists gently brushed up and down you back and he very lightly nuzzled, so lightly that you could just barely feel it, his face against your neck.  “Hey, what’s takin’ everyone so- WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!” Mammon stormed forward and yanked you out of the demon’s embrace, already changing into his demon form. “Who the hell do you think you are scenting our human, huh?!” He lifted Cane off the ground by the collar of his shirt, causing the lower demon growl as he scratched at Mammon’s hands.  You yanked on Mammon’s jacket and arms and tried to get him to back off. “Woah! Mammon, relax! It was just a hug!”  “No it wasn’t,” Satan grumbled as he and the rest of the brothers (excluding Leviathan who was now sulking in his room) stood in the door way. “The fact that you don’t know that makes this even worst. But this isn’t a conversation we should be having out here.” Beel stared down at the demon with a fierce glare. “You should leave while you’re still able. And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from MC.”  “Wha- Beel! Cut that out!”  Cane took a step backwards, fear beginning to spill into his expression as he finally realizes just how out-powered and out-numbered he is. Still, he was stubborn pain in the ass; it was part of the reason he had been so drawn to you in the first place as he related to your reckless habits. He held Beelzebub’s glare and returned it with one of his own. “I think that MC can choose for themself who they do and do not hang out with, thanks. They already said they wanted to see me tomorrow so they will. We’re friends after all. And classmates,” his grin sharpened as he continued. “I do have to thank you, Lord Beelzebub, for that opening in magical potions by the way. Never would’ve got in if you hadn’t been kicked out.”  Before he could say anymore, he was met with a punch in the face. Belphegore lazily shook out his hand and his looked at Cane with an unbothered expression. “I believe we told you to leave. Now get. The. Fuck. Out.”  Cane scoffed and turned to you once more. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Dare Devil.”  You would’ve snorted at the nickname, but you were to distracted from the brother’s behavior. “Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get home safe, Cane.” With another nod, the demon left; leaving you alone with six of the seven brothers bubbling with jealousy, anger, and concern.