#I'm thrilled for her but it only makes me realize how messed up it is to be in education.

[leggerefiore]

so I have an angst request that I’m wondering if you could do. I love the fankids but I’m wondering if for some reason the fankids end up in another world. Where they don’t exist. Their respective parents exist but due to some nonsense (Cyrus and his refusal to stop, Grimsley cheating, Nanu pushing reader away) their parents never got together and now they are stuck in such an unfamiliar place without the comfort of their parents. They stay with reader and the pokemen realize that in another world they are happy and have a loving family. So lots of angst from all sides until one day the real parents come to rescue their children and take them away. Leaving the people in this weird world confused and in despair. Hope that makes sense! Idk why I am in such a mood lol

cw: angst, some (not) parental arguing in cyrus's part, cheating in grimsley's, fankids amuck

characters: Grimsley, Cyrus, Nanu

i wrote this for no one to read lmao. changed the request a bit sorryyyy

interesting

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ Nero held tightly onto Morrigan as they looked around at their surroundings. It was still Alola, same as ever. A place he originally had been upset about moving to, yet now it was a comfort to see. The Ultra Wormhole had been a surprise, both had not been expected such a thing to just pull them in. Nanu had warned them – Telling them stories of fallers without memories ending up in unknown places. They had not had their memories scrambled, at least. Well, he had not. Morrigan had fallen unconscious. It seemed that it likely had just looped them back around. He bravely supported his twin on his shoulder and headed towards the nearest pokemon centre.

♡ Yet, as he headed to the one near the Tapu Village, he passed a familiar man. A man who was just about to walk past them when he felt his annoyance spike. How could he ignore his son and daughter like that!? It was frustrating enough that his father never seemed to learn from his mistakes. His glare seemed to make the gambler come to a stop. “… May I help you?” he asked, “Are you playing the hero to a helpless damsel with the hopes of winning big in the end?” Nero felt like gagging. That was his sister.

◇ “… You're not funny, dad,” Nero grumbled, “Help me with Morrigan. She's been unconscious for a minute, and I'm seriously worried.” He went to move his sister to the older man, but Grimsley took a step back. Icy blue eyes observed him for too closely before switching to Morrigan. He cocked up a brow and brought a hand to his chin. “… Dad,” Nero urged, “Seriously. Help. This is your daughter. Don't you care about her?” This once more caught the gambler off guard. There was much pondering.

♧ “Can you tell your parent I don't appreciate being informed of such a monumental thing in this way?” was Grimsley's reply, “Do they want child support or something? I'm completely broke these days. They played their hot hand too late.” Nero felt frustrated. Was he mocking them? This truly was not the time. He felt Morrigan begin to stir. Her head lifted as she looked around and grasped her head. Then, her gaze landed on Grimsley.

♤ “Dad!” she smiled and moved to hug the gambler, “Nero and I got pulled into one of the Ultra Wormholes!” Grimsley awkwardly dodged her affection. She tilted her head, unsure if this was her dad messing with her. “… Well, I guess it was mostly my fault,” she admitted, “The thrill of whether we would end up in some strange alien world was too much to resist.” His expression was strange at her words. She shrunk back. He almost looked like he was regarding her as one might an insect.

♡ “… I don't know what lies you have been fed,” he let out a breath, “But, I have little interest in being a dad. I doubt you're my only children out there. Just because I had some on and off again relationship with your parent doesn't mean I'm interested in you.” He shook his head. Morrigan took a step back, confused. It was the first time in her like in which her father had ever spoken so harshly to him. Nero stepped forward and stomped a foot at him, already sick of his shit. Whatever game he was playing at, he was taking too far. Being cruel to Morrigan for seemingly no reason and insulting their other parent was too much. Grimsley actually looked a bit intimidated. “… They should have told you this. I made that clear before we broke up.”

◇ Both stood shocked. Broken… up? Neither could recall their parents being unhappy with another despite the circumstance that had happened to them. In fact, if anything, their other parent had been happy Grimsley had more time to lavish on them. Both looked at one another in horror at the thought. This had to be another world. Or Grimsley was really messing with him, but both could tell his expression was too real. “… What?” he questioned, cooking a brow at the twins, “Did they not tell you? Apparently, when I started dating them, I wasn't supposed to keep sleeping around.” Nero had to be physically held back. Though, it did confirm that this was not their world.

♧ Before the situation could intensify any further, a familiar voice called out their names. Both stood astonished when their father seemingly appeared with you in strange not-quite spacesuits. The other Grimsley took a few steps back when his counterpart removed his helmet. “… Oh, man, you two actually nearly gave me a heart attack,” he seemingly ignored his lookalike to approach the two kids, “You certainly did Nanu. The old man was calling all the shots on your missing investigation. Didn't think he was that attached to you both.” He brought a hand to rest on each of their shoulders. Morrigan soon shoved Nero out of the way to cling to Grimsley. Nero watched as the other one observed how you approached them, too, smiling softly. He should have felt at ease.

♤ “… What a situation,” the other Grimsley remarked, placing a hand on his hip. It was clear that he could comprehend this scene. Yes, he understood Ultra Wormholes thanks to Nanu's badgering about avoiding them, but here stood a testament to something far greater than his understanding. Something inside of him twisted at the sight of the happy family. It was something that he never desire, but he could observe the genuine smile on his counterpart's face. “… Did something happen to your head?” he questioned his alternate self.

♡ That Grimsley managed to escape his daughter's hold. Turning to his counterpart, he tilted his head. “… Nope,” his simple reply was with a shrug, “I fell in love. I simply couldn't resist them, and now I've built myself up something. It's better than any high from a thrill.” He pointed the twins to follow you as he headed away. “When you really want something as yours… It drives you into a special kind of madness.” He bid his counterpart farewell and walked over wrap an arm around his partner's waist.

That Grimsley pondered if he could have ended up like his counterpart.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyllene would admit she was perhaps a little too playful. Even if she was a child, there were certain things she knew better than to do yet still did. Engaging with Palkia was chief among them. The legendary had opened a portal, and she, curious crawled in. Which led to her seemingly being atop Mt Coronet. She was lost as to what had happened, but simply assumed that Palkia had created a portal to the top of the mountain. She opted against thinking too much on it, as nothing was immediately odd or uncommon. That was until she found herself riding the train back towards Veilstone. Most people glanced at her strangely. It made her a bit nervous, but she otherwise made her home trip as normal.

☄️ The glances in Veilstone were far more intense as she was spotted by some Galactic grunts. She tilted her head at their reaction. They gazed at her like some unexpected oddity. She ignored them and simply made her way to apartment her family resided in. It was only as she approached the door that she realised she did not have her key. Nervously, she brought her tiny fist to knock against the door. It was quiet for far too long until the speaker beside the door beeped on. “… Are you lost?” It was unmistakably the voice of her father, “There is a police box just a few buildings down. They can help out find your parents.” Cyllene stood stunned. Her eyes went wide, and her heart raced in her chest. Her father was not one for such jokes. Tears burned her eyes.

☄️ “… F-Father…?” her voice was small. The PA system was quiet for but a moment. Then a reply. A simple questioning, “Pardon?” Cyllene moved closer to the speaker, knowing it doubled as a camera. “… Dad…” she begged, “Please…. please don't tease me…” She felt like crying. More silence followed before the door clicked open to reveal the man who was no doubt her father. He was wearing more casual clothing and his hair was unstyled, but it was him. She clung to his legs and felt herself begin to cry. Why was he being mean to her?

☄️ This Cyrus stood stunned, however, at this little girl who stood outside his home. He was no fool. The resemblance was plain as day. This child was a relative of his, if not directly related to him. Some horrible sense of empathy burned in his hardened heart as she wept. Instinct got the better of him as he knelt down and rested a hand on her back. Her reactions… They reminded him of someone. He swallowed. Judging by her age… It was not illogical to assume a possibility that she was… He sighed. “There, there…” his voice was soft, “… Are you claiming that you are my daughter?”

☄️ Cyllene nodded. She could not fathom her own father not recognising her. Had he attempted to mess with the Lake Guardians once again? Her panic led to her gripping his arms tightly. “Father…” she mumbled. His eyes went wide. Another question came from him. A question about her whole parentage. Cyllene blinked at this one. “… My other parent is…” A familiar name left her. Cyrus was frozen by her words. His theory… It was correct. How could this be? The question was about to leave him before he finally motioned her in the apartment.

☄️ Cyllene was further shocked at the state of it. There was no trace of family home she had come to know. Nothing of the small projects she had worked on with her father or the bed for Weavile in the living room. It was dark and seemingly mostly unused. Slowly, it finally set in about what had occurred. She felt sick. All she wanted was her Rotom toy or her bed or for her father to sit her in his lap and explain a star map to her. Instead, she was stuck with an alternate reality version of her father. One who clearly did not recognise her. More tears escaped her eyes. This Cyrus seemed to attempt to comfort her again.

☄️ Forcing down her torment, she was faced with a situation. Yet, before she could be given a chance to explain, her father had out his phone and was making a phone call. His tone was reserved, but Cyllene recognised the voice on the other end of the call. A demand was made for them to meet him at once. Seemingly, they relented after a bit of back and forth. Cyrus informed her she would be back with her other parent soon enough. Yet, they needed to have a chat before he handed her back off. Cyllene felt bewildered. There was no time to object when he grasped her hand tugged her along to a certain building in Veilstone. There stood another, waiting with their arms crossed and clear frustration on their face. Though, this was changed when they saw Cyrus approach with Cyllene.

☄️ “Why did you fail to tell me of our child!?” Cyrus's voice was a rare kind of loud and aggressive. Cyllene was startled away from him due to it. Her other parent stood shocked, too. Their eyes went to Cyllene and back to Cyrus. A simple response of not knowing failed to appease the man. The two soon fell into an argument, making Cyllene curl into herself. Panic burned inside her and made her arms feel numb. All she could do was tap to two stones she found on the ground together. It only seemed to grow worse and worse until finally a voice cut through the fighting.

☄️ “Cyllene.” Her head whipped up as tears fell from her eyes. There, approaching from stairs leading up to the Galactic building was another Cyrus. His gaze was firmly on her. Her legs had never moved so quickly. This version of the Galactic Boss caught her and held her tightly to himself. Another person ran up the stair to them. You. Her eyes burned as you brought a hand gently to comb through her hair. The alternate pair of you both came to an abrupt silence.

☄️ “… What is this?” the Cyrus of this world asked. The Cyrus she knew shook his head. “… Pointless to discuss such things. The idea of parallel worlds existing is something that you are no doubt aware of,” was his reply, “It seems we are two versions of the same person who engaged with different choices. Intriguing.” He clutched Cyllene tighter to himself. The other Cyrus nodded. The other you stood shocked at how close you were to your Cyrus. “… I apologise. We will be correcting this error,” with those words, Cyllene was lifted into the air and carried away by her father to a nearby portal.

Somehow, she felt as if those two had been changed by the experience.

🐈‍⬛️Nanu❤️‍🩹

🌑 Ohi'a would admit what he did was dumb. And, without a doubt, would piss off his dad. The geezer probably would be ready to kill him and then himself if he learnt that he got pulled in an Ultra Wormhole. It really had not been his fault. A toddler almost pulled in, and he dumbly rushed over to push them out of the way. He, instead, was sucked in. Yet… Despite all the horror stories of fallers and Miss Anabel's own existence, he did not fell discombobulated nor without his memories. Looking around, in fact, he still just seemed to be in Alola. The same as ever. He shrugged it off and headed back towards the Po Town police station. He needed to discuss whatever happened with his dad even if it was going to be a pain in the ass. He could already feel the hardened glare of the Kahuna piercing his soul.

🌑 He found himself approaching the station, seeing a familiar man and girl outside the door. Both turned to glance at him strangely. Ohi'a cocked up a brow at them. Acerola approached him with a bright smile and asked if he was lost. He was bewildered. Lost? He lived here. His gaze drifted to his dad, who was trying to pretend that he was not there. “… Huh?” he finally spoke, “… It's me. Ohi'a. I live here.” Acerola's head tilted while Nanu's attention finally shifted onto him.

🌑 “… In Alola?” Nanu finally cut in, carefully treading over, “Where, boy? You aren't trying to join Team Skull, are you?” His hands were in his pockets. Those crimson eyes stared into his own matching ones as if attempting to intimidate him. Ohi'a's nose scrunched up. What? He was acting extremely suspicious towards him. Why? Acerola was even treating him like an anomaly, too. It stung more than he would like to admit. Was this some kind of punishment? It was not like his father at all. Nanu could be a bit of a hard ass, but nothing cruel. Something was wrong here.

🌑 “… No. I mean…” Ohi'a trailed off, pondering what to say. The idea of parallel realities was no unknown to him. That one trainer on their island challenge had told him about their travels in the Ultra Wormhole. An alternate reality, far into the future of a destroyed Hau'Oli city. He stiffened up. Bringing his hand to the back of his neck, he sighed. “… Look, I don't think you'll believe me, but I fell through an Ultra Wormhole,” he explained. Nanu tensed up visibly at his words. “Through some struck of luck, I still have my memories,” he met his gaze, “… No idea what's going on in this world, but in mine, you're my old man.”

🌑 Nanu registered his words in an instant. The suspicion towards him somehow seemed to both fall and increase. Shaking his head, a sigh left him. Acerola gasped at Ohi'a's words and looked between Nanu and him. The Kahuna motioned for him to follow him into the police station. He waved Acerola off, too. Both of them sat in the station for a moment in silence. Ohi'a took in that it seemed much more… different from his memories. A single couch for sleeping. Nothing really to survive on. Some take-out and instant ramen about. “… So, can I ask who your other parent is?” he finally broke the silence. Something told Ohi'a that he already had an idea. His reply of a certain name only got a nod. “Figured…” He sighed, “… Am I a happy family man in your world or something?”

🌑 “… Nope,” Ohi'a replied, watching a Meowth approach him and give his hand a sniff. He brought a hand to pet the pokemon. Its soft fur, a familiar comfort. Nanu observed the interaction. “You're exactly the same, but you're married,” he shrugged, “… I guess you get busy with us, though. Tapu Bulu seems quite happy you had a kid.” Nanu scoffed at that. “I need to get back, you know” he continued, “My parents… They'll end up worried. You seem to think I'm more trouble than I'm worth until something happens to me.”

🌑 Nanu glanced at him. “… Are they happy?” he asked seriously. Ohi'a thought on his family for a moment. It was difficult to tell with how tormented Nanu could be, but he knew his father simply enjoyed the peacefulness of being in a loving relationship. You adored Nanu, often being far too affectionate for either of their tastes, but the small smile on his father's lips. You were happy as can be. Despite everything, he felt his family life was healthy. His parents were in a loving relationship, and they both cared for him.

🌑 “… Pretty much,” he nodded, “… What happened here?” He glanced at the alternate version of his father. Nanu shook his head. Ohi'a felt curious. His father always seemed quite attached to his other parent, typically being quite open to whatever they wanted simply to appease them or make them happy. Granted, it was still in his usual lazy fashion, but it was much like a cat putting up with its owner annoying it out of love. “Are you not together?” Another head shake. Ohi'a felt his heart drop. It was already strange enough being in a world where he did not exist, but his parents not being together felt strangely more difficult.

🌑 Before the conversation could grow any deeper, the door to the station opened, revealing three people in strange suits. Ohi'a recognised them as the attire of the Ultra Recon Squad. Stepping in, one removed their helmet to meet the eyes of the other two. Another Nanu. It felt like something out of a bad movie. “… There you are,” he walked to Ohi'a, “… You're more trouble than you're worth, boy.” The boy rolled his eyes in return. The other person revealed themselves to be you as you rushed over to hug him. He groaned at the tightness. The third actually seemed to be one of the Ultra Recon members.

🌑 The other Nanu relaxed as the recon member explained that they had a way to safely return to their original world. Yet, he felt himself staring at the family for far too long. Everything he had rejected because he felt so unworthy stood right in front of him. His counterpart met his eye. “Thanks for watching over him,” he nodded, “I apologise if he caused any problems.” The Kahuna shook his head. As the four departed from the station, he sat alone for a moment in deep thought.

Maybe he should contact them. It probably was not too late.

[moononastring]

Already thinking about how I need a new job lol.

[slytherinslut0]

SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 18th. mattheo — hate fucking / enemies.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST. | 2024.

summary: “at least her favourite form of foreplay isn’t an argument…” “or being a bitch her kink..”

warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon(meh), ex bf/gf trope, toxic behaviour, mutual manipulation, these two are chaotic as fuck, mentions of blood, gagging, degradation, rough sex PIV, hate fucking, spitting, spanking, uhhh i think that covers it. this one is a ride. can you tell this is my fav trope?

"I'm so fucking sick of you.”

"Get well soon, princess."

"Get fucked, Riddle."

Three sentences, three venomous insults that cut the room in half—heavy enough in their intensity to make you want to tear through dungeon walls, splintering stone and mortar with bare hands if it means sparing yourself another second in this blasted room, with him.

Detention at midnight—on a Friday, no fucking less—is unheard of. But leave it to your dickhead ex to make the impossible a reality. His fault, of course. Like always.

Snape had turned a blind eye for months. It was only a matter of time before something had to give. An hour unsupervised was as good as you'll get.

Sulking defeat, you sink back in your chair, rough wood digging into your spine as you eye Mattheo with a glare that could rival a bullet. He looks like hell, and it's infuriating how even in that state he manages to look so nonchalant, so maddeningly unbothered—like even exhaustion makes a home on him and he's comfortable with it. Bags under his eyes, scar cutting across the bridge of his nose, those dark curls falling messily over his forehead, white dress shirt wrinkled and open at the collar.

You roll your eyes, a gesture that feels like your only act of rebellion left.

And he notices. Of course he does.

"You haven't changed a bit," he spits, and you know it's an insult. You scowl as he swipes the blood off his chin with the sleeve of his shirt. "Always a bitch to me over something."

Bitch. The name strikes you, but you won't let him see it, won't let him know that it lands. You've bled too many times at his feet for him to draw blood again tonight.

"Am I not allowed to be pissed off that you dragged us into detention? We should be at the party, Mattheo. We should be anywhere but here." You hear the frustration rising in your voice, like it's boiling up from somewhere deep, somewhere you can't quite reach. It's hard not to let it slip, especially when he looks at you like that. "This is so fucking typical of you. You mess up, and somehow I'm the one who pays for it."

For a moment, there's silence, and it almost feels like a victory until you realize he's only biding his time, waiting to strike back.

"You really want to get back there? To that party?" He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. You long for the chair to break from under him. "After what your new man was caught doing with Lovegood?"

You snort before you can stop yourself, the sound slipping out like a reflex. You hadn't expected that. And quite frankly, it's amusing—no, downright hilarious—that he's clearly been keeping tabs on you and "new man", and now here he is, trying to play it off like he doesn't care. Like it's nothing.

"I'll spare you the insults this once," you mutter, fingers loosening the tie around your neck with a tug. "Because, clearly, you're ignorant to the truth, even if you think you know every goddamn thing." You pause, ripping out your earrings. "He's not my man, so I don't give a shit what he does with who. He ended it last week. Good fuck, sure—but other than that..."

You trail off, making a mocking noise with your lips, a derisive puff of air, as if you could blow away the memory of him as easily as dust off an old book. A Ravenclaw. Brilliant in all the wrong ways—sharp mind, yes, but utterly thrill-less, like he saw you as just another page to flip through, a textbook he was annotating.

It is what it is.

A moment passes and then Mattheo grins—slow at first, but spreading across his face like fire, destructive in its consummation. It unsettles you. He looks more intrigued than he's been in months.

"A good fuck, huh?"

"That's what I said," you reply, clipped, your tone offering no room for him to crawl inside.

"And why didn't it work out? Too good for you?" He says, twisting the knife just because he can. "Too clean, maybe?"

Your eyes scan the room, searching for something within reach to throw at him, anything to break this unbearable tension. Insufferable. Every inch of him, insufferable.

You find nothing, so you throw words instead. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

He nods, as if that's the truest thing either of you have said all night. Of course he knows.

You barely suppress a dry laugh at his idiocy. "Like I told you—he ended it. If you're so fucking interested in why it didn't work out, then why don't you go ask him?"

There's a pause—he's chewing the inside of his cheek as he stares at you. You imagine chewing his head off as you stare at him.

"I'm sure you gave that bookworm the ride of his life," he says, voice half-dry, half-sarcastic, as if he's already bored of the conversation. As if he knew all of this information already. "Everyone knew that was temporary. Your first rebound, congrats."

And just like that, your blood is boiling. He knows how to needle you, how to get under your skin with the slightest flick of his stupid fucking tongue. Your eyes trace the cold stone of the dungeon walls, desperately trying to find something—anything—to distract yourself.

But it's no use. Mattheo's an asshole. He's always been an asshole. That's why you left. All the two of you did was fight and fuck, a chaotic spiral that was as thrilling as it was destructive. Now, he's easily your enemy—dragging you into his messes, never letting you get too far without ruining your life somehow.

And yet—

If you said you didn't miss the sex sometimes, that'd be a lie. Or at least a half-truth. The kind that slips out when you've had one too many glasses of firewhiskey, the kind you'd regret in the morning.

"What about you, dickhead?" You cut through the silence, ignoring his obvious attempt to rile you up. "That Hufflepuff you were seeing—why'd I see her all over Theo tonight?"

He answers far too fast. "They're friends."

You snort, disbelieving. "Right."

You rise to your feet, crossing the room to the bookcase as if it's the most natural thing in the world. The books feel safer somehow, less volatile.

"You're bored of her, aren't you?" You don't care to look at him. You can imagine the way his jaw tenses at the question.

The silence is telling. He doesn't answer right away. You know him well enough to understand what that means. Then, finally, he speaks, a half-answer that doesn't really answer the fucking question at all.

"At least her favourite form of foreplay isn't a fucking argument." He stands, slow, pushing his hair back from his forehead with one battered hand. You glance at him, pulse quickening. "Or being a bitch her kink."

"Does she even have kinks?" It slips out, a knife thrown without aiming. "Sounds like you're bored, Matty."

You watch as he blinks, his eyes darken. That nickname—you know you don't have the right to say it anymore, and that's exactly why you do. It's an insult wrapped in familiarity, and it hits its mark by the way his shoulders tense, jaw tight.

He steps toward you, one calculated step, and you feel it—that chaotic pull, the gravity that's always drawn you both in, no matter how far you try to stay away. A smile pulls at your lips, a cruel thing.

"How cute." He tilts his head just enough to inspect you, eyes dragging over you like he's searching for something to confirm what he already suspects. "Looks like you're jealous."

Your hand grips the bookshelf, eyes locked on him over your shoulder. Jealous? There's not a soul on this planet who could make you jealous. She may be the hero of this story, the girl that gets the guy, might even be everything you're not—

"Looks like you're learning the hard way," you're inspecting him now, too. Every piece of him you once touched. "When it comes too easy it's never gonna' hit as hard, babe."

Another pause from him—something dancing in his eyes. Anger? Maybe. Or something more, something twisted that you don't care to name. You've already lit the match, and now you're just watching him burn.

"You're so clever, huh? So full of advice," he sneers, ripping off his tie and chucking it on a desk. "Go on then, tell me more about how I feel, professor. Since you know everything about me."

You can't help the smirk that curls on your lips. Oh, he's pissed. And that means you're winning.

"What? You don't like hearing the truth? Too much for your delicate ego?" You take a step toward him, savouring every second of this. He hurt you, over and over, the scars from those days still fresh, still bleeding beneath your skin. This has been a long time coming. "You think I care about your new girl, Matty? The one you let your boys fawn over in the common room?...she kissed Theo tonight." You pause, letting that linger. "You think you're doing something, but I see right through you. You don't give a fuck about her. If you did, no one would dare touch her like that. So don't sit here, accusing me of jealousy, like I'm the one hung up on you. You're projecting. And it's pathetic."

He doesn't waste a goddamn beat—his laugh is bitter, sickeningly so—and he advances again, his shadow moving behind him, the space between you now barely there.

"That's amazing, truly. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a goddamn oracle. All-knowing, all-seeing." His voice is infuriating. The look on his face more-so. "What's your verdict then, my lord? You think this is all an act? That everything I'm doing is just to spite you?"

Your heart races, breath catching in your throat as he steps closer. This is a dance you both know too well, the kind where neither of you win.

"I know how you operate." Your chest heaves, anger rising with every breath. "It's all a game to you, Matt. A sick, twisted game to keep yourself entertained."

"That's rich, coming from someone who played it just as well." He takes another step forward. You could reach out and touch him now he's that close. His grin grows. "Too bad your Ravenclaw figured it out before you could sink your teeth in too deep. Next time you see him, make sure to tell him I said you're welcome."

Your brows pinch—the blood in your veins screeching to a halt, backing up like New York traffic at a standstill. You feel it, hot and furious, rushing toward a place it can't go, clogged behind the wall of rage building up inside you—

"You're welcome?" You spit, a sharp snarl caught between clenched teeth. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He's watching you, his eyes darting over your shoulder, fingers brushing over his lips like he's trying to dull that familiar smirk, that cruel little game he's always played.

Your stomach sinks, drops to your feet.

"Mattheo—" you snap, cutting him off just as he opens his mouth, before he can throw another snide word. "Spare me the cryptic bullshit for once in your life—“

His eyebrows lift at that, but there's a nod, a hint of something deeper in it. You taste the smugness in the air between you, can almost feel it slithering through his silence.

"Looks like you don't know everything after all. Isn't that ironic?" He straightens up, letting the moment breathe before his face hardens into something almost serious. "Your rebound came to me in the courtyard about two weeks ago. Had some questions about you."

"What?" Your nerves are vibrating, every cell in your body on edge. Your blood is so clogged, you swear you're seeing red. "What questions?"

"The usual sort of normal stuff. Your birthday. Your favorite colour. Childhood traumas. Our downfall. You know."

The casualty in the way he says it makes you sick, bile rising in your throat, a bitter burn at the back of your mouth. It's all starting to come together now. This stupid motherfucker—

"You're lying." The words feel weak, frail. He wouldn't—no, he couldn't. "You're fucking lying."

"Am I?" His fingers brush your cheek, but your skin's gone numb, your blood too frozen to feel anything but the cold burn of your fury. "Or, is the truth just…too much for your delicate ego to handle?"

Oh, fuck off—

Your wand is in your hand before you even realize you've grabbed it, instinct, pure reflex. There's barely a second of rational thought before you're casting, the spell hitting him square in the chest, sending him flying back into the chair he once sat in. His eyes flash, anger igniting there, and he scrambles for his wand—but you're faster.

"Expelliarmus."

One word and you're across the room before you even know you've moved, chest tight as you slam the tip of your wand against his throat. There's a cut on his lip, blood trickling down his chin for a second time tonight, but that stupid fucking smirk is still there, showcasing rubies for teeth and carved into his face like it belongs.

"Tell me what you did." Your voice cracks, but not from fear—it's fury, burgling through you, burning hot enough to make your whole body shake. You half want to cut him open just to bury your rage inside him, let him feel it. "If what you're saying is true, he ended things just days later. Tell me what the fuck you said to him."

Mattheo’s leaning back, hands raised in mock surrender, eyes glinting with the same smug amusement that's always haunted him. He's daring you, taunting you. He knows you never cared about that guy, not really.

You both know it. He was boring, easy.

This—this is something else.

His tongue swipes at the blood on his lip. "He didn't tell you—"

"Don't." Your wand digs deeper into his skin, cutting off whatever he was about to say. The pressure makes his breath hitch, but not enough. Not nearly enough. "I said tell me."

"Merlin—okay—I told him nothing, nothing really," his voice makes your grip tighten on your wand. He stares at you for a long, hard minute before he adds; "except that he should show me some fucking gratitude."

Your jaw slips, confusion rushing in like a flood. But before you can even question him—

"I told him he should be thanking me." Another pause. "When he's fucking you."

He laps at the blood seeping from the cut on his lip for the second time in only a minute and you barely notice the movement—the words hit you like a brick, but it's deeper than that, something visceral that crawls under your skin and settles in your bones. It's sharp, raw, cutting through the wall of rage so fast it leaves you breathless. You don't know how to explain it, this feeling that twists through you, something far too complicated to be named.

And then, you become aware of everything at once.

His legs, spread wide on either side of yours, the space between you so small, your chest just close enough to his face that his breath feels like it's fogging your skin. You're towering over him, wand pressed hard into his throat, your heart hammering in your chest like you're ready to ruin him—but his eyes, the way he looks up at you, says he'd let you.

"I may have even added that although you're with him, you'll always think of me. Both you and him know it’s true.“ That stupid smirk is gone, replaced with something you've never quite seen before. He pauses, before he continues. "You miss it. Us." Another pause. There’s something victorious in his tone, something that's almost breaking you. "And no matter how many times you try to forget, you never do, do you?"

Salazar save you—you should hex him. You should fucking hex him. Every nerve in your body is screaming for it, begging for it, but you can't. You can't fucking move. Your wand is still pressed to his skin, but it feels like you're the one pinned down.

"Shut up," you finally manage, but your voice is meek, thin, nothing like the fury you want to feel. "You...you're being—"

"I'll shut up," his hand finds your wrist, pressing your wand tip against his neck with more force—enough to make himself wince. "If you make me."

You blink, stunned, and you can feel your anger slipping, slipping faster than you can catch it. You don't know what's happening to you—it’s just him—his sick twisted insanity that disarms you. Time and time again. An endless fucking cycle.

"I could ruin you," you whisper, but it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself than him. You press the wand deeper, just enough to draw a grunt from him, but the look on his face—he's not afraid. No, he's enjoying it. "I have more reasons than most to leave you here bloodied for Snape to find in the morning."

You say the words but the conviction is gone, swept away in the flood of heat between you—the dizzying proximity, the way his lips curl, almost smiling but not quite—

"What are you so afraid of?" He whispers, and there's something fragile in his voice now. "That you might actually want this?"

"I don't want this." You force the words out immediately, hoping they will make it real. Hoping they'll stop this spiral. "I regret ever wanting this."

He’s silent for a moment as he lowers his hands, dark eyes falling to trace your lips—

"I know you hate me, the feelings mutual...but I know. I know I'll always be your favourite regret," those chocolate curls shift, his head tilts closer, too close. Not close enough. "You're still my weapon of choosing."

Merlin. Merlin bloody forgive you—

"…to hurt yourself with?” It's half a question, but you already know the answer.

He nods, and that does it.

Your lips are on his, fast and hard and bruising—and the reaction is immediate, visceral. All that backed-up blood—all that rage frozen in your veins rushes forward in a single, scorching wave. It crashes low, between your thighs, a heat so sharp it aches. The shame comes with it. So does the disgust. A sick knot of self-hatred pulsing through you as you taste his blood on your tongue while his hands are under your skirt, grabbing you like he owns you, pulling you into him. It's only a moment before your wand clatters to the ground, and your hands are tangled in his hair, yanking hard, hard enough to hurt.

You want it to hurt. God, you want it to hurt.

He growls at the sting on his scalp—and then, everything flips.

His fingers tug at something, and you realize it's his own wand, the one you tucked into the back of your skirt—and before you can even think, he's got it, casting a spell that sends you flying back onto the desk behind you. You groan—the world spins, but you don't even have a second to gather yourself before he's advancing toward you, casting another spell on his tie.

Within seconds it's slithering across your lips and tying itself around your head, gagging you.

He steps between your legs, parts them with the ease of someone who's done it a thousand times before—rough hands gliding up your thighs, eyes wild. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, through your slit, and you try to hold on to any shred of control, but it's gone. You can feel it. The way you forget everything except the way he leans down, breath hot in your ear.

"Look how fucking wet you are," he spits through a sneering grin. "You're goddamn shameless, aren't you?"

You roll your eyes, but your thoughts scatter the moment his fingers shove inside you, curling hard—so hard you gasp into the tie, your back arching violently off the desk.

"He ever get you this wet?" His voice is like gravel, each word grinding into your bones. "Nod your head if he did."

Your body reacts before your mind does, arching against him, but you don't move your head. As much as it hurts your pride to give him that win. You dig your fingers into his hair and pull—hard enough to make him grunt, hard enough to hurt.

His hand comes down hard on your thigh in response, a sharp smack that stings, a warning. You squeal, and his fingers start pumping faster, deeper.

He huffs. "That's what I thought."

His fingers make quick work of you, relentless, and his thumb presses to your clit, rolling circles in a rhythm that has your blood on fire, shame licking at the edges of your vision, but it only makes you burn hotter. This is all wrong. Everything about this is wrong, something you'll regret with every fiber of your being tomorrow, but right now, it's an ache you need.

It's the wound you keep reopening, the pain you crave because it's the only thing that ever feels real.

"Fuck, you're close, aren't you?" He sounds almost shocked, like he can't believe how easily your body betrays you, but you feel it too, the disbelief crashing through you as fast as the pleasure does. Too fast. Far too fast. "Did he ever make you cum? Huh? When's the last time you fucking came?"

You can't answer, just groan, yanking at his hair again. His response is immediate, another stinging slap to your inner thigh, sharp enough to make fluid prick your eyes. Your orgasm is right there, teetering on the edge, ready to tip over—but then he slows his pace, dragging it out, torturing you.

You whine. A pitiful, desperate sound you hate yourself for.

"Look at me." His voice cuts through the haze, and begrudgingly, you do. "He didn't make you cum, did he?"

Your face burns, not from his breath or his fingers or even the astronomical amount of shame you feel—but from the truth of it. You shake your head.

"How long?" His voice shatters the air between you. "A week?"

You shake your head again, biting into the fabric of his tie as his fingers curl deeper inside you.

"Two weeks?"

Another shake. He curses under his breath.

"You poor little thing." His words are venom, but the second they spill from his lips, he pumps his fingers into you again, massaging at your walls, and your vision goes white. "Can't even cum without me."

You would've slapped him if you could, would've torn him apart, but the orgasm hits you like a freight train, ripping through you with violent force. You clench around his digits, thighs trembling as you ride the wave of pleasure, convulsing, moaning into the tie as he watches you like he's won.

"So fucking easy." He withdraws his fingers, and immediately, his hands go to his belt. "We'll make up for lost time."

Everything about this feels like a rerun. The same scene playing out on loop, again and again—a cycle of self-destruction you know too well, like running headfirst into a burning building, certain you can handle the smoke only to choke on it.

He's taking off his belt, ready to fuck you stupid, and by morning you'll be back to the same familiar hatred, tearing each other apart in new, inventive ways. Your hands move sluggishly to rip the tie from your mouth, but you're slow, too slow, still dizzy from the release that blindsided you, one that you haven't felt in so long—the fabric barely grazes your fingers before Mattheo catches your wrists, yanking them back, dragging you to your feet in one rough motion.

The spin disorients you—arms pinned behind your back, his cock sliding between your thighs.

"You've done enough talking today," he hisses at your ear as he drags along your slit. "You want this, don't you?"

Your mind screams for you to shake your head, to end this here and now. You know he'd stop—he's an asshole, but not that kind of an asshole. You know it. You almost do it, almost say the word that would shatter this madness. But then he drags his tip against your clit and you moan before you can stop yourself.

Your head nods with a wanton moan, and it's so full of shame your eyes sting with tears.

"Yeah, I know, baby." He's taunting you, every syllable smug, condescending. "This pussy missed me so much, huh?" His hand tightens on your wrists until your skin burns, the other hand finding its way around your thigh, pulling you closer to him. "Fuckin' lost without me. S'all it's good for, isn't it? Taking my cock."

You groan, shaking your head in defiance, but even that feels like a lie. You hate him. You want him. You hate yourself for wanting him.

"No?" His fingers inch toward your clit, ghosting over it—you squeal, hips jerking for more. "Maybe we should call this off then?"

You blink once and his fingers are gone—wrenching a whine out of you, pathetic as you push your ass back against him, shame burning through you as you shake your head. Fuck him. Curse him. But you need him inside you, need him to fill the aching void that gnaws at you.

"That's my slut," he growls, and before you can process the words, he's inside you—one long, brutal thrust that spears you open, the stretch burning deep. The sting mixes with shock of his fingers returning to your clit, rubbing circles that make your knees buckle. "You know you're the only girl I've fucked raw? This pussy will always be mine."

He's fucking insane. Completely insane. And the worst part is, you're just as insane for wanting him. For needing him. You can't fight it. You don't even want to. Not now. Not when his voice drips like poison and he's tearing you apart in the only way you understand.

"Mmmf—" you groan into the tie and he's matching you, his teeth grazing your shoulder, marking you in ways that will last for days.

"I hope it hurts," he grumbles against your skin, his breath ragged. He's lying, you can feel it in the way his fingers are moving, coaxing you to cum, even as he pretends to wish you pain. "I hope it fucking stings."

Your hands ball into fists, trapped in his grip, and you imagine clawing at his back until you draw blood, sinking your nails in until he feels every ounce of your anger.

"I want you to feel it—fuck—I want you to remember this," he pants, his voice barely more than a growl as your climax crashes toward you, unstoppable now. "Remember how weak I make you. How much of a slut you are for me."

Another harsh thrust and then, you're there—falling into the void—pleasure is so strong it bleeds out of you, forcing your cunt to clamp tight around him, legs trembling, barely able to support you through it. Mattheo’s curses slip through clenched teeth, but this only fuels him—his rhythm picks up, brutal, hips slamming against your ass with a pace that borders on unhinged.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck." The words are barely audible, grunted against the shell of your ear. You're whining, still twitching with aftershocks, but he doesn't care. His hands are on your hips now, fingers digging deep as he thrusts you forward, slamming you over the desk. The wood bites into your palms as you try to brace yourself, but his anger is palpable, drilling into you— "you wanna bitch at me now?"

The moan you release is automatic, instinctual. You can't stop it. Can't control it. His fingers curl around your throat, shifting the tie down to shove two into your mouth.

"Hhhhh—" you're trying to form words around his fingers, but it's impossible. The garbled sound is pathetic, but he knows exactly what you're trying to say.

"You hate me. I know." It’s smug, punctuated by a sharp smack to your ass, the sting of it making you yelp. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping the spit across your cheek before he grips your jaw, forcing your head to turn, to meet his eyes. "Open your mouth."

There's no time to process the demand. His eyes are molten, crazed, filled with something raw and uncontainable. His next thrust is punishing, slamming into your cervix, making you sob—your mouth parting just enough—

He leans in close, and then he spits into your mouth.

"Swallow it." His fingers dig into your cheeks, pressing the order into your bones. "Be a good girl for once."

You choke out a laugh, even as you're panting, even as he's splitting you stupid.

"Never." The word barely leaves your lips before you’re spitting back at him—your entwined saliva landing across his chin and lips.

For a second, you expect the worst—you brace yourself for the retaliation—the slap, the insult, the way he'll tighten his grip and take back control. But to your surprise, instead of anger, there's a grin—wide and feral, big and crazed enough to reach his eyes.

You smile back. His cock twitches inside you.

"Fuck me," he mutters, then crashes his mouth to yours.

You taste the salt and bitterness of mingled spit, a mess of his and yours, and it pulls a moan from somewhere deep inside you. He devours it, greedy, his hips growing erratic, sloppy as his high nears.

His hand drops to your clit, fingers pressing with a precision that obliterates every last shred of sanity—and it takes only moments before the pressure builds again, fast and furious. Your third orgasm rips you apart, your body clenching tight, muscles seizing as you're lost in it. You're not sure where you end and he begins—your breath congealing with his, your moans swallowed in the space between you.

His release follows right after, crashing over him as he buries himself deep, spilling into you with a groan that reverberates through your bones. You hate the way it feels. You hate the way he fills you. But you also can't deny the twisted satisfaction of it—the way you sought this punishment, needed it. The shame consumes you, but it's comforting in its familiarity.

He pulls out, and the silence between you is easy, broken only by your ragged breathing. The room feels impossibly small now, your body still thrumming with the aftermath, but the moment is over. You both start to move—piecing yourselves back together, pulling clothes into place, avoiding the weight of what just happened.

You don't understand how it came to this, how it always does, but you're not surprised. Not anymore.

After a long, silent moment, he looks at you. “I don’t regret what I did.”

You know he doesn’t.

“I know.”

He blinks. “I won’t apologize for it.”

You know he won’t.

“I know.”

He nods, now, a smirk on his lips as he watches you fix your skirt. You note the hair sticking to his forehead, how he’s still catching his breath even though he’s pretending he isn’t.

“You aren’t mad.” An observation.

“I’m not.” You reply. You know you should be, but the relief you felt when that Ravenclaw ended things tells you everything you need to know. “Just, never do it again.”

He nods again. “Sure.”

You’re pretty sure he doesn’t mean that—but, at least now, as you glance over at him, there's a small comfort in knowing you no longer want to kill him.

[andikenpachi]

are you down to be...?

sub!caitlyn kiramman x reader

wc: 2.5k

(FORGIVE ME FOR SOME REASON THIS IS VERY SIMILAR TO MY OTHER CAITLYN POST BUT I FORGORRRR)

caitlyn kiramman was bored.

she did not often feel this way, considering her job as the Sheriff of Piltover kept her busy most days, but after making the decision to delegate the solving of a certain case to her elite task force, she realized just how much she time she actually dedicated to her work.

which is how she ended up here: standing in front of her bedroom mirror decked head to toe in her birthday suit, trying and failing to wipe the smirk off of her face.

she silently trailed two fingers up from her belly button, tracing her lithe form as she thought of the ways her little plan might play out. she bit her lip, a rosy pink spreading across her cheek as she envisioned the look that'd be on your face as you'd notice her naked form standing at the doorway to your home office.

oh how she missed you...

you hadn't gone anywhere... and that was the problem. you'd waken up before she had, trapping yourself in the office as you drowned yourself in paperwork.

she hadn't expected you to take up her offer of joining the Enforcers, but you took to it like a fish to water. you progressed and climbed the ranks quite quickly, now even being in charge of your own division. you'd been overwhelmingly supportive, assisting in caitlyn's cases when you had the time. your only problem was your insistence on taking your division's matters into your own hands. while caitlyn had no problem trusting her squad with both major and minor tasks, you were quite typical about the way things were done, which led to you doing most things on your own. cait had to give credit where it was due; you certainly worked hard. too hard, in fact.

she didn't know how you'd react to being distracted from your work, but that's what thrilled her the most.

steeling her resolve, caitlyn slipped out of the master bedroom, steadily creeping down the hallway naked as the day she was born. when she reached the door to the home office, she took a deep breath, waiting a bit before slowly opening the door.

there you were, just as you had been the entire day: hunched over scattered piles of paperwork with your signature black pen in hand, focus darting from one sheet of paper to the next and writing where need be. though your desk looked to be a mess of office supplies, everything was organized just the way you needed it to enhance productivity.

realizing you had yet to notice her presence, cait silently made her way over to you, her feet gently padding along the wooden floor.

"baby, you're still working," she finally verbalized, an observation moreso than a question.

"yes dear," you replied, focus unwavering as cait decided to start rubbing the back of your neck. "do you need something?"

cait bit her lip as she smiled. "yeah, you..."

she watched as your expression formed into one of confusion, an eyebrow raising as you finally looked away from your desk. "i beg your-"

the room was silent as you took in her nude form. it was quick, the moment you realized exactly what your darling was referring to, but cait noticed, of course. the way your pupils dilated as your gaze zeroes in on her breasts for just a moment, before tearing away from the temptation.

"my love, i'm working," you said finally, turning your head away and looking down at the files in front of you.

"as you have been since you woke up this morning," caitlyn responded dryly. "did you even eat anything today?"

you sighed, locking your eyes on caitlyn's own. "if you must know, i have," you answered simply.

and yet, she could see the hunger lying within your gaze as you forced yourself not to take another look at her body. this battle was already won, but cait knew you wouldn't go down without a fight. though it seems she wouldn't need to do much fighting.

"you need a break," she insisted. cait gripped the back of your rolling chair, pulling it away before standing in between you and your desk.

"my dear, i'm almost done, please just let me finish-" you weren't even given a chance to complete your sentence before your pen was taken from your hand and mindlessly tossed to the other side of the room.

in a moment of defiance, cait climbed into your lap, long legs on both sides of your own. she took your hands in hers, placing them on her waist and being pleasantly surprised when you kept them there.

"you've been at it all day," she whispered. "please, just allow me to distract you for a mere few minutes."

you swallowed thickly. your pupils were completely blown out at this point, breathing heavy as your hands gripped caitlyn's flesh.

"you and i both know all too well that this will take more than just 'a mere few minutes'..."

caitlyn smirked when she realized she completely won you over, her hands coming up to cup both sides of your face.

"guilty as charged."

no more words were exchanged between the two of you as she pulled you in for a deep and passionate kiss. caitlyn groaned in a mix of pleasure and relief. oh, how she's missed this, how she's missed you. from the way she held you so, it'd be hard to imagine that the two of you were in a similar position just a day ago.

the way your hands massaged her waist and her lower back had cait absolutely melting on top of you, her desire for you building up to a point where she started grinding against your thigh.

she broke from the kiss to whimper out a small "fuck~" the moment her clit brushed just right against the fabric of your trousers.

"is this what you came to distract me for, darling?" muttered lowly. "to grind against my leg like a damned bitch in heat?"

caitlyn let out a whine as you gripped her hips tightly, encouraging her movements. "you could've jus' fucked yourself on my pillow if this is all you wanted to do... seeing how impatient you are, i'm sure that's something you've done before, isn't that right?"

oh god, caitlyn thought she could cum just from your words alone. you always knew just what to say to drive her into a frenzy.

she hid her face in your neck, eyes rolling to the back of her head as you starting moving your leg in sync with her grinds.

"a-ah, baby~" she cried out as one of her hands tightly clasped onto your shoulder. "want you s-so bad, please!"

“oh, i’m sure you do, my love," you chuckled. "make yourself cum first... i'll give you whatever you want after that."

"please, yes!" cait cried out, always one for a challenge. she doubled her efforts, short and quick thrusts against your thigh that sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

she could feel your blunt nails digging into her sides; she knew there'd be bruising in the morning, but that thought was pushed to the back of her mind once she felt her core grow hotter. cait's movements grew sloppy as she felt her orgasm building up from within. she pressed her face harder against your nape and gripped your shoulder tighter, attempting to curl in on herself.

"oh, you're so close, aren't you, darling?" you cooed at her, voice smooth with a mocking lilt to it.

"please... need it, please!" cait begged in between breathy moans.

"oh, you don't have to beg, my dear," you replied. "go 'head and take what you want."

with that, caitlyn tipped over the edge, her entire body quivering as her orgasm rushed through her. she sobbed into the side of your throat, the rolling of her hips losing rhythm.

finally, she slumped against you, tired breaths coming out in whimpers against your neck. your once harsh grip turned into gentle strokes of your fingers along her back, bringing her down from her high.

"that was marvelous, darling... do you think you can take one more?"

caitlyn lifted her head up to finally look you in the eyes. you still had that hungry look to you, like you wanted to just eat her alive.

"please," she sighed. "i need more of you, please..."

"oh, you poor thing," you cooed. you slipped your hands under her legs, and in a sudden yet impressive display of strength, you stood up with her, making your way over to your desk and placing her on the side that wasn't so occupied.

you kissed her gently, caitlyn basking in the afterglow of what she'd just experienced. she cupped your face as she brought you in closer, wrapping her legs around your waist. she moaned softly when you started kissing her neck, your warm breath causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.

she could easily lose herself in this soft moment...

that is, until you tangled your hand in her hair and pulled.

she yelped, eyes widening at the sudden painful sensation.

"i've been all too kind to you," you mused. "you come in here, get in the way of my work, and i just give you exactly what you beg me for... you're one lucky woman, you know that?"

cait could only let out a whimper. of course she knew. you always put her first, no matter what.

"i won't be so kind the next time this occurs. do you understand, my dear?"

"crystal," she rasped. lord knows what you would've done if she pulled this stunt while you were already in a bad mood.

the thought sent a thrill along her spine.

"now," you spoke again, "it seems i have yet to completely satisfy your needs..."

your free hand came up to one of her breasts, groping it before taking her nipple between two fingers and pinching. caitlyn let out a sharp cry, eyes squeezing shut as she threw her head back.

"everything about you is so damn pretty," you said aloud, seemingly to yourself. you let go of caitlyn's hair, cupping her cheek instead. "from this pretty little face of yours..."

your hand slid downwards to massage her other breast, eliciting a soft moan from caitlyn. "to your tits..."

finally, your hand slipped down in between her legs, fingers coating themselves in cait's arousal. "to this sweet fuckin' pussy of yours."

"oh my god," caitlyn whined as you traced slow circles against her clit. "oh, fuck yes~"

"what do you want from me, baby?" you muttered, bringing your lips to her jaw. "tell me and i'll let you have it."

"eat me out," caitlyn moaned out. "need to feel your mouth on me... please..."

you smirked, letting out a deep hum. "very well then... your wish is my command."

caitlyn watched in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto your knees, maintaining eye contact with her the entire way down. you began kissing her inner thighs, dangerously close to where she actually wanted you.

"babyy," she whined impatiently. "stop teasing, pleasee."

you rolled your eyes at that. "you know, for someone who came in here being nothing but a distraction, you seem rather hasty. i've already long since disregarded my work; there's no rush."

cait was not satisfied with that answer. "but i need you now," she retorted, lifting her hips up to bring herself closer to your face.

you scowled at her for just a moment before rolling your eyes. "it's no wonder you had the audacity to barge into my office and disrupt me like this. i truly do spoil you."

you wrapped your arms under caitlyn's thighs before diving in, licking a long and slow stripe from her leaking hole up to her puffy clit. cait squeezed her eyes shut and her jaw dropped as a wave of pleasure ran up her spine.

"ohhh... oh fuck," she sighed out. "please..."

without warning, cait suddenly felt your tongue delve deep inside of her, her back arching and a loud moan escaping her in response. you hummed as you tasted her, and cait couldn't help but move her hips in sync with your tongue, hoping to feel you ever deeper.

instead, you slipped your tongue out, opting to wrap your lips around her aching clit and sucking. cait's thighs tightened around your head, trapping you in and seemingly never wanting to let go.

"ahh, o-oh please, please keep going," she cried out in pure ecstasy. "oh, i'm so close baby, please!"

she felt the vibrations when you moaned in reply, letting herself fall back against your desk as she could no longer hold herself up. ignoring the digging of writing utensils in her back, her hands tangled themselves in your hair, needing something, anything, to keep her grounded as you ate at her very being.

she felt you throughout her entire body, from her scalp to the very tips of her toes. with each calculated maneuver of your lips and tongue, you lifter higher, higher, and even higher...

until she was falling, tumbling over the edge with a wail, her body tensing up ass tears flowed down the sides of her face. you didn't stop, though, the quivering jerks of her hips overlooked as you kept your pace.

"b-baby please!" caitlyn cried out. "s-sensitive!"

her pleas only fell onto deaf ears. it seems you had a mission: to lift her right back up to the peak again just to bring her right back down.

you did exactly that, caitlyn crying out as her orgasm overtook her once more. this time you let go, poor caitlyn finally getting a chance to relax. she felt your warm hands gently rubs her legs, before reaching higher to rub her stomach.

"are you finally satisfied, my dear?" you wondered aloud.

"mhm," caitlyn hummed groggily, her eyes remaining hut as she brought her arm up to shield them from the light.

she felt you put her legs down as you stood up, before her upper half was suddenly lifted off the desk into a seated position. she yelped, her eyes snapping open and being met with your warm smile.

"i'm glad," you responded. "what do you say we call it a night?"

caitlyn nodded. "but what about the rest of your paperwork?" she asked as you lifted her into a bridal carry.

"oh how ironic, you suddenly care about that?" you questioned sarcastically.

"i'm just asking," caitlyn pouted.

you kicked the door open, carrying her down the hallway and to the bedroom. "don't worry about that, i'll finish it at the precinct in the morning."

"okay."

you kissed caitlyn's forehead. "in hindsight, i really needed that, a distraction, that is... thanks for that."

caitlyn's cheeks flushed pink, and she blinked in surprise at your admission. "o-oh, really? you're welcome, then."

when you reached your room, you set her down on the bed before climbing up and laying down next to her. she instantly wrapped her arms around you, her leg resting on top of your own.

"why don't we go on a date tomorrow?" you suggested. "i'd like to spend more time with my darling."

caitlyn could feel her heart doing flips in her chest as you gently turned her face towards you, pressing a succession of soft kisses against her lips.

"yeah... i'd like the sound of that."

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[savannahsdeath]

hiii i love ur writing sm and i had a lil request what’s ur take on reader thinking ellie’s working late so she’s using a toy (🤭) and doesn’t hear ellie come in how’d ellie react in your opinion

thank you sm!!💞 also im so happy i got this req because i was thinking about writing something like that for a while now and literally WAITED for an opportunity

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! needy/desperate!reader, ellie is teasing and taunting af

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you couldn't live without ellie and she knew that, so she made sure to take good care of you. one day she had to stay in work for a little longer - she even said she might not be home at all. you trusted her but you couldn't hide your worry and jealousness of her co-workers. no matter how much that annoyed you, you didn't complain - as long as she has the money to put something in the fridge. she, in fact, had way more money - she promised to spoil you in the weekend, making up for the lost night. still, you had to keep yourself somehow satisfied. and that's how you end up in your shared bed, getting wet over a toy, which feels nothing like ellie, not in the slightest, but you still imagined it's her. her name in form of quiet whimpers was the only sound leaving your mouth. your underwear, rolled down to your knees, was stretching as your legs moved apart.

the silicone couldn't compare to the touch of your beloved ellie. it was lifeless. as you moved it against your core, your imagination carried you into thoughts of the real thing, her hands on you, her voice in your ear. but it was only a fantasy while she was away. a weak, animalistic noise left your mouth as you tried to fill the void she left. you tried to make it real, but the toy couldn't fill the emptiness.

and the moment you realized that, the moment your whimpers turned into soft cries - from both pleasure and loneliness - you heard her clearing her throat. you squeezed your thighs shut, hoping to hide as much as possible. your fear quickly turned into embarrasment as you started mumbling nervous; "fuck, ellie, i thought you- i was thinking- shit, you know..."

you were trying to make an excuse while she looked nothing but amused.

she stood there in the doorway, a mischievous smirk on her face. she slowly walked over to the bed, still smiling. "that's fucking pathetic." her voice was soft, but her taunting clear. you felt your face flush as you tried to explain yourself, but she didn't let you. "you're a mess." she said, her tone playful despite her words.

she crouched down to join you on the bed, smirking as you tried to make sense of the situation. "who uses a... toy?" she asked, her hands running up your legs, past the underwear, sitting low on your thighs. "i leave you alone for one day, and you start playing with this?" she continued, pushing it aside with her foot.

she parted your thighs, clicking her tongue at the sight. you wrapped your arms around your face to hide it, knowing it's too late anyway. no matter how awkward you felt, you wanted that. that's what you waited for, after all - her touch. real touch.

"awww, is someone embarrassed? look at me when i'm talking to you." she said in a teasing tone, gently pulling your arms away. she looked down at you, then at the small toy pushed out of the way on the bed. "i could help you get over this, you know. help you feel the real thing..." she whispered, her hands still running up and down your legs. suddenly, her smirk turned more playful. "but i'm so tired after a day full of work."

your face grew red as her teasing tone made the situation worse. the thought of her helping you forget about the toy in favor of the real thing made you weak, your arms sliding back down with her guidance. still, your eyes did everything they could to avoid her.

"please." you said between breaths before realizing you had to fight the urge to beg her.

the thought sent a thrill through you, adding to your embarrassment. she knew she had you in the palm of her hand, and she loved every moment of it. her hand smacked your cheek so lightly it was more like a pat, only for the impact to force your head to turn as she looked deep into your eyes. she kept her hand firmly gripped over your jaw as you tried to fight the urge to touch yourself out of desperation.

"why don't you play with the toy?" she whispered, making the mocking tone cut so much deeper. you knew what she was implying, but she knew you didn't have the guts to do it with her present. that's why you got embarrassed when she catched you and that's how you ended up like that in the first place. "do it." she said, forcing your hand towards yourself.

your eyes widened as you looked back at her, not expecting such a bold instruction to come from her mouth.

"please, el-s... i need you..." you begged, your legs clenching as you tried to resist.

you tried to fight the words, but they already escaped your mouth. your eyes searched hers for some kind of mercy, but you only got a smile in return.

your resistance only made her smirk grow wider, a slight shift in her stance putting her in control.

"told you i'm so, so tired." she said playfully, pretending to be exhausted.

she knew she didn't have to do much convincing to get her way, and your attempts at resisting were futile, if not cute. your body begged for release, and she knew it, but she pretended to consider your request.

"hmm..." she hummed, making a show of weighing the pros and cons. "not tired enough, yet..." she smiled and shifted her weight, pinning you down as one hand held your jaw, and the other gripped your hip. she brought her lips to your ear, whispering with a smirk: "you're going to have to beg harder than that."

you squirmed under her weight as her hand ran through your hair, her fingers teasing your head and bringing a soft, animalistic whine from you. your legs were spread wide, your underwear sliding to your ankles. her touch only made your desperation worse, making you forget all sense and allowing her control over the situation. as she noticed your devoid of words, she leaned back up to face you again and her smirk turned to a look of pure confidence, her eyes on yours.

"don't tell me you're satisfied with a toy." she sighed, her tone playful but her words cutting.

you whispered something so quietly, it wasn't really audible, but ellie knew what you're saying. and the fact that you weren't able to speak up louder was enough to make her more satisfied, than she would be if you'd simply say it.

"hmm..." she hummed as she shifted again, letting you see what her body looked like in this position. "maybe i can help you." she said in a teasing tone, slowly moving her hand back down to your hips. you tried to resist her, but she kept her grip tight as she moved to sit between your open legs. "such a shame my hands are so sore..." she sighed as she shifted in between your legs, leaning closer as her hand left your hips to explore.

she teased you with a brush of her fingers against your inner thigh, making you squirm and whine louder. your desperate pleas were music to her ears, as she kept her eyes on yours with a wide smirk, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

you could feel your legs grow weaker under her touch, and her words only added to the intensity of the situation. you wanted nothing more than to fill the void left by her absence, but your body and thoughts were being consumed by her presence.

"ellie- pleeease..." you whispered, your words strained, the begging coming out of you despite your efforts to resist. you wanted her to stop and to continue at the same time. you let your emotions take over, your mind clouded of everything but her touch.

she knew it. she knew she had you right where she wanted.

her hand lightly tapped your clit with each please, and by the fourth pat, she had you begging with your body too. your hips were trying to move towards her as if trying to get more of her touch. you couldn't resist, and she wouldn't let you anyway.

she leaned closer as your voice begged her for release. she could almost taste it, and she wanted nothing more than for your words to become actions. she finally placed a soggy kiss on your clit as you threw your head back, pressing it against the pillow. she started to stroke slowly up and down your wet slit before beginning to run her tongue over your swollen nub.

you quickly mumbled; "thankyouthankyou" and your eyes closed shut in satisfaction.

[gothamite-rambler]

A Smoothie and a Second Chance

Context: I’m more of a RobStar (Kori and Dick) shipper than a Babs and Dick shipper. I’ve always thought Starfire’s planet has a different approach to relationships, with more polyamorous/open dynamics compared to Earth’s typical monogamy. I imagine Dick was shocked by this cultural difference, and their youth ultimately led to their breakup due to misunderstandings. Later, Kori joined the Outlaws with Jason’s team—not randomly sleeping around like some comics portray—while Dick explored open relationships after their time together. Although it was an adjustment, he began to understand and appreciate this new dynamic. When they meet again, it's a chance to rekindle their love, allowing their relationship to flow naturally without trying to "save" it. This is about two consenting adults choosing what makes them happy. This has taken countless rewrites and edits over three months, so thanks for bearing with me! This is my ship connected to my series.

Dick Grayson's Apartment - Mid-Afternoon

Dick, a.k.a. Nightwing, rolled out of bed, clearly exhausted from last night's patrol. He stayed dressed in his black and blue hero suit, his hair a shaggy mess around his head. He glanced at a clock, realizing he overslept.

Dick (mumbling to himself): I... need a smoothie. That should help. Can’t burn off these late-night snacks with just four hours of sleep.

He walked into the kitchen, preparing a mid-afternoon smoothie when he heard a sudden knock at the door. Without thinking, he opened it, still in his suit.

Koriand'r (beaming but then gasping, covering her mouth): You're still in the suit.

In a swift motion, Kori gently pushed him back inside and closed the door behind her. Dick looked down at his attire, bewildered.

Dick (smiling sheepishly): Huh, I am. That... has only happened a couple of times before.

Kori (raising an eyebrow): What did you do?

Dick: Well, I didn’t have my mask on. It turns out it’s surprisingly easy to convince the mailman that I'm really into cosplay.

Kori giggled, playfully patting him on the shoulder. Enjoying the moment, Dick pulled her into a quick hug, and her smile deepened.

Dick: I missed you.

Kori: I missed you too... a lot. But I wanted to talk about something important.

Dick led her over to the couch, keeping on his suit, and sat down beside her.

Dick: I can change later. How have your missions been with the Outlaws? What kind of criminals have you dealt with? Anyone cute?

Kori laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kori: You are too much. Joining the Outlaws is fun and thrilling. It’s an adjustment seeing Jason shoot people with a gun, but he’s getting better. Plus, he’s funny.

Dick (chuckling): He made a lot of dead people jokes?

Kori: Oh yeah, without a doubt! And when I wasn’t out with them, I was tanning, reading, hitting those dance halls with the loud music and flashing lights.

Dick: You sleep with any cute guys? Tell me I want to see if I can set up a second date.

Dick and Kori chuckled together, but as their laughter faded, Kori's typical bright smile took on a more wistful tone.

Kori: My romantic exploits? Honestly, boring. Some of my partners treated me like just another ‘prospect to screw,’ as Earthlings say. It was... stale.

Dick nodded understanding what she meant.

Dick: I can relate... sort of. I haven't done much serious dating, but some women seem overly focused on my butt. Sometimes I wish we could talk about something else or just not get random butt smacks.

Kori (laughing, resting her arms on the chair):

Right? And it really hurts when they pinch it!

Dick: Yes, like take me out to dinner first.

They share a laugh, the connection bringing a refreshing warmth. Kori then let out a contented sigh, her expression shifting to a more serious tone.

Kori: I really missed this— being with you. It might sound odd, but being away from you... especially after our breakup, made me realize how much I cherish our time together. You always knew how to take charge and have fun. I still... love that and you.

She hid her face in embarrassment as Dick’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t feel upset; he understood her feelings all too well and missed being with Kori himself. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would express the same sentiments.

Kori: Oh gosh, I'm sorry.

Dick (smiling, confused): Why are you apologizing? I’m not upset.

Kori I’m relieved you're not, but our relationship fell apart due to our lack of communication and my failure to explain how dating works on Tamaran and didn't take your concerns seriously and I hurt-

Dick placed a hand on her arm, kindness in his eyes.

Dick: Kori, if you believe I thought you were cheating on me, that’s not how I saw it at all. It was just a lot to adjust to back then, but we’re adults now. Forget about the bodysuit I’m wearing; just imagine I'm in my pajamas.

Dick chuckled and playfully tugged at her arm, hoping to lighten the mood. Kori's hands dropped away from her face and she smiled, looking into his blue eyes.

Dick: I promise you, if I ever felt any anger about our what happened with our past relationship, I don't feel that way anymore. I've always loved you too, Star.

Kori's expression lit up, and she scooted closer to him, bringing a smile to his face as he saw her cheerful demeanor return.

Kori: Okay... um, if we’re giving this another blast, how about a date... with me... at the Walmart?

Dick cackle-laughed, holding his head down then held her hand.

Dick: I’m sorry for laughing, but why Walmart?

Kori: They have that sandwich shop there, and Jason claimed it’s a romantic spot.

Dick lowered his head with a sigh, understanding that she was referring to the Subway inside Walmart that Jason had mentioned to her.

Dick (cheekily): He was messing with you, but I’d love to go on a date with you.

Kori: Oh, really? That's great! I'll take care of Jason later, but do you still want to go there or somewhere else?

Dick: What do you want to do? I feel like we can agree on something fun.

Kori tapped her chin, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Kori: I remember when you took me to an arcade when we were teens. We had so much fun and won each other prizes. Want to go there? They also have great fries.

Dick: What time is it?

Kori: Three in the pm.

Dick: Right, I slept in late today. Sure, that sounds like a solid date. I just need to shower and change into regular clothes and then I'll be ready.

Kori: I can wait... I just want to be with you... again.

They share a meaningful glance before leaning in for a kiss. Their lips meet softly at first, a gentle testing of the waters. The kiss quickly deepened, ignited by the chemistry that had long simmered between them. Dick’s breath catches as Kori’s warmth envelops him, unleashing butterflies in his stomach as they discover a new language of passion. Each touch and caress speaks of longing and a bond that feels unbreakable.

As they slowly pull away, smiles light up their faces, both filled with joy. Dick's eyes sparkled as he looks at Kori, a soft chuckle escaping him.

Dick (jokingly): That usually happens after the date.

Kori (giggling): We’re different, aren’t we? But one thing...

Dick: Yeah?

Kori: How do we handle this? Earth, Tamaran, poly, mono, —

Dick (laughing): You meant monogamy, but I’m not concerned about who you’re with while on a mission or trip. That’s how you explained it works for you, and I get it. I know you're not vindictive, and I hope you won't worry about what I do. Even though I have a lot of love to give, I’ll always be here with you.

Kori: I feel the same way. I love you, Dick.

Dick: I love you too, Kori. You can breathe now; I can see you were stressed about this.

Kori’s shoulders dropped in relief, her head dropping with a heavy happy sigh.

Kori: You have no idea.

They share a warm, quiet moment together, knowing they are stepping forward into something new yet deeply familiar.

[scoonsalicious]

4.1 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 397

Previously On...: You came to the realization that Bucky was the victim in the whole Winter Soldier debacle. And he sent you orchids <3 and that’s why the banner is orchids v. lilies. Get it?!?

A/N: Sorry, friends; I didn't realize how short this section was! Had this set to post at 4:45pm, but it didn’t; not sure why. So, you’ll get two parts today!

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Sam hadn’t been thrilled with the idea of lying to Lily if she asked him if he’d been with Bucky tonight, but he’d agreed to do it, all the same. 

“You don’t think it’s messed up that you have to lie to your best friend in order to go out with a girl you like?” Sam had asked him as Bucky got ready for his date with Major. “Not even a little abnormal?”

“You know Lil,” Bucky said with a sigh as he adjusted his hair in the mirror. “She’s… protective of me. I don’t want to bring her in on this until I know it’s something real, instead of, you know, just one night of really incredible sex.”

Sam made a disgusted face and waved his hands in front of him as if to ward off Bucky’s words. “Stop, man. I don’t need to hear about how you get your willy wet. You tryna give me nightmares?”

Bucky caught Sam’s eye in the mirror and grinned. Usually, it was Sam making him feel uncomfortable; Bucky quite enjoyed having the tables turned, for a change. “But, for real– if this thing with Major turns into something– and I’m really hoping it does– I’ll tell Lily. I just… kinda want to keep it for myself for now.”

Sam barked out a laugh. “Man, you’re playing with fire, you know that?”

Bucky frowned and turned to face his friend. “What do you mean?”

Sam put his hands up in mock surrender. “If you think McIntyre’s going to just be hunky-dory with becoming second-place girl in your life all of a sudden, you’re either a willful idiot or delusional.”

“It’s not crazy to expect my best friend to be happy for me if I found someone,” Bucky said.

“Willful idiot, it seems,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes. “So, what should I tell bestie-girl if she asks what you and I did tonight?”

Bucky considered a moment. “I don’t know– tell her we went to a bar, had some beers, and watched sports or something.”

“Please,” Sam said. “Girl knows you don’t watch sports.”

This was true, Bucky had to concede. “Okay, fine. Tell her we went to the shooting range, shot some rounds, then went into the city for some beers. Good enough?”

“Yeah, Pinnochio,” Sam said with a sigh. “That’ll work. Now, go get your girl.”

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[oskea93]

← Take Me Away (Intro) →

OC x Jamie Campbell Bower (AU 1970s)  Warnings: TW—> This story will contain the following: (domestic violence, physical/verbal assault, cursing, sexual content, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, self harm). Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these warnings. This is a work of fiction only. I do not own Jamie or any other famous people mentioned. 

A/N: Hello again! So I decided to restart this story again because i'm currently in my JCB era and there just needs to be more stories out there featuring this man! With that being said, Jamie will not be the Jamie we know and love today. His name and image is being used, but there will be moments where he is not a very nice guy. Kind of like Caleb from Horizon. But there will also be moments where he is the lovable guy he typically is. I just want to thank those that either stuck with this fic or just recently found it!

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“So, tell me about Jamie.”

“What do you wanna know?”

The interviewer looked down at her notes, “What was life with him like – in private.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, somewhat afraid to answer. “Chaotic- “I started. “Wonderful in many ways but a total shitstorm all at the same time. He knew what to say and when to say it, but his words and actions weren’t always pleasing.”

I paused, searching for the right words to convey the whirlwind that was our life together. “Jamie was incredibly charismatic. He could light up any room he walked into, and people were naturally drawn to him. His charm was almost intoxicating; it made you feel special just being around him. But that charm had a flip side. In private, it wasn’t always so magical. There were days when his mood would swing dramatically, and you never knew what to expect.”

“How so?” The interviewer questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders, slouching a bit in my seat as I reflected on the complicated nature of the person in question. "He was his own villain," I began, my voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and disappointment. "He tried so hard to make a name for himself in the industry. After years of working closely with all these high-profile artists, indulging in the debauchery they played with, he lost sight of who he truly was."

I paused, choosing my words carefully as I continued, "Your sins catch up to you eventually, and the way you treat people changes. It's like a slow erosion of your values and morals until one day, you look in the mirror and realize you're not the person you thought you were."

My companion listened intently, absorbing my words before posing a poignant question, "Was he the love of your life?" The inquiry hung in the air, laden with layers of emotion and history, hinting at a deeper connection that transcended professional ties and delved into matters of the heart.

As I delved into the depths of my memories, recounting the chapters of my life that intertwined with the complexities of rising to fame at the tender age of 17, I knew that the tale of Jamie and me would be a pivotal thread in the fabric of my story. It was a narrative rooted in scandal and secrecy, a forbidden love that blossomed amidst the chaotic backdrop of rock 'n' roll excess and the stark contrast of a preacher's daughter entwined with a man hired to shield her from the very temptations she found herself succumbing to.

We wove a web of deception, attempting to shield our burgeoning relationship from prying eyes and wagging tongues, but the silent exchanges, the subtle gestures, and the lingering gazes between us belied the truth we sought to conceal. Jamie was a force of nature, a whirlwind of contradictions that both thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. His charm was a siren song that beckoned me into uncharted waters, his humor a balm to soothe the turbulence within my soul, his love a flame that flickered dangerously close to consuming us both.

In Jamie, I found a kindred spirit, a partner in crime who mirrored my own reckless abandon and insatiable thirst for life. He was the grenade to my pin, the catalyst that ignited a chain reaction of emotions and experiences that would forever alter the course of my existence. He was the bomb to my clock, ticking away the moments until our inevitable collision, our destinies irrevocably intertwined in a dance of passion and peril.

I had always been taught that God sends people into our lives for a reason, be it for our growth or our downfall. Jamie was no exception—a temporary fix that morphed into a permanent fixture, a fixture that brought both the brightest joys and the darkest sorrows of my young life. His presence was a paradox, a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a conundrum that I struggled to unravel even as I found myself ensnared in the web of our shared destiny.

I shifted in the plastic seat, my denim-clad legs crossing tightly. “Well—” I spoke, my voice wavering slightly. “That’s quite a title to give someone who could love you one minute and then treat you worse than a dog the next.” I smiled sadly, the memories flooding back with a mix of warmth and pain.

As I penned the words that would immortalize our tumultuous love affair on the pages of my memoir, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricate tapestry of fate that had woven our paths together. The story of Jamie and me was a testament to the volatile alchemy of passion and pain, of love and loss, of growth and destruction—a story that would echo through the annals of time as a cautionary tale of the perils and pleasures of forbidden love. And as I laid bare the raw truths of our tumultuous romance, I knew that Jamie would forever hold a piece of my heart, a shard of my soul, a chapter in my life that would never truly be closed.

[nephilimbrute]

Yo, how you doin' ? Did you play Side Order ? What are your (gay) though ?

i'm doin alriighhtt :3 i didn't play side order actually (I don't have a switch.) but i went through a gameplay with my friend and i'm scrounging up more lore >w< we were freaking tf out the whole time. especially me. i was screaming at every cutscene

like when marina showed us her computer background i goofy-screamed Out Loud (i probably did that like 8 times in total). there's literally No straight explanation for that, pearl's literally holding marina's zipper in that and he's laying down. nonone has a pic of their Best Friend (heavy quotes) laying down smiling all pretty and handsome like that

OHHHHH THIS ONEEE😭😭😭my girl is literally tearing up she's so happy😭😭😭😭😭 all the dev diaries were sooooo fwjgwgkxkgwkhcjcxjg😭😭😭😭

AND ALL THE PEARLINA???????? my GOD this girl is crazy i hate them so much!!!! /affectionate

jesus CHRIST girl pull yourself toGETHER... "aw pearlie! you say the coolest things" "she's sooooo coool" "pearl, don't drool over my diaries. i'm right here!" "i can't help it! pearl's just too precious. she's fearless at the core and adorable on top!" among many other marina quotes. i'm speechless

and ohhhhhh dedf1sh's letters😭😭😭😭 little marina i can't do this. i get so emotional when i see her, she was just a kid😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭AHHHHHJJJJJJJ😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

marina's hyperfixation on excavators persists. she's such a nerdddddd!!!!!!!

and ughhhghhghjf marina agitando. i was freaking out so bad when i saw her AND PARALLEL CANON. the lore implications THE LORE IMPLICATIONS×@!!!!! this also gives me some new content to use in my AU.....devilish

i said this before but the Order you see in the dlc is in my AU as a type of malware that marina created for herself. she encrypts it into the personal software she uses as an attempt to. self destruct (off) herself. but (Un)fortunately it didn't work. she's just stuck forever wallowing in her own grief

the memverse in my AU is where marina puts everyone she has under her mind control thingy. they're all hooked into the same memverse, marina has her own that she messes with to see the possible consequences of every action she does and. stuff.

and i also said this on my alt twt acc but in the Normal Side Order(...??) my agent 4 turns into parallel canon either voluntarily or unvoluntarily. and since there's others with him i decided to make them robotic clones of 8 and cap3. and they only serve to mock agent 8 and what little they remember of their lovers and themself, a materialized deteriorating memory

tbh i was more focused on the theme of side order instead of dedf1sh stuck in the elevator with two lesbians that would do the unthinkable if they weren't there

here's how i see it. so much for your memories fading away while you are actively trying to get them back

i also kept freaking out At dedf1sh. i shouted them for to get off the screen each time they popped up (also affectionate). creepy zombie GET OUT. dedf1sh and their dumb puppy eyes

unconscience is sooooo good i only listened to it twice and if i did any more times i would be gone and in the woods somewhere

i loved all the bosses.........marina and parallel are my favs....also rondo. That thing's so horrifying i love it. when i saw it i was like "what kind of panopticon shit is this....." and was absolutely THRILLED! to see that it was actually based on a panopticon as well as the floor level (0ct0ptic0n)

and these album covers??????they're so fucking AWESOMEEEEeee i love the album art of splatoon. when i saw all the stuff in alterna i was so amazed. the gear is so awesome too i wish i played splatoon. i'd grind the shit out of side order tbh......smollusk is so cute the. Awwww awww

also this dlc made me realize i'm a big machine but make it girly

as Side Order C.E.O i feasted GOOD this was a bountiful harvest

[l0verboyxoxo1111]

Enchanted by you

“Demise the passion before it kill you”

Pairing Vox X gn reader X Alastor

Warning smut, long fanfiction, mention of Valentino

Vox pov:

“I think this was the first time I have ever looked at him after we broke our contact, I know he never looked at anyone or ever picked anyone from all over hell to be his own. women were climbing over him from every direction but he never looked at them nor at the men. so who are you? Y/n? And how did you get his attention?

A first look at you without just from hearing the rumors about how gorgeous you are made me realize, what he saw in you. you are spectacular. Not only in terms of the beauty of the speech, hearing your podcast and the creepy singing that you used to deliver on my podcasting app was bursting with fans.

Everything about it was old, but so innovative. but despite everything, I still didn't understand why he chose you? What is still so special about you beyond these things? Alastor is not protecting you, no. Although, of course you didn't need protection. As a strong overlord as yourself.. so strong that rumors has it that you managed to outwit every overlord that crossed your path, impressive. But of course the rumours of your closeness to Alastor also put everyone else off. I took my hands off the screens in my room whose following your steps and, him. I'm getting too obsessed and all this just for Alastor? Couldn’t be,

I groaned from lack of sleep. I have decided it was time to give myself a break and to go away from everything who messed up with my mind at this moment, I got out of the room, seeing Valentino looking at me "Carñio~” he chuckled at me “again locking yourself up in the room and masturbating from anger, when you have the real thing here?~" I looked at him with a despairing look "not the right time Val." He rolled his eyes "as if you have any proper time at all." He lit his Joint. bypassing the smell of smoke all over me "Anyway” he took a puff as he rolled his eyes, “remember you have to present the Vox Tech idea to Carmelia at the club today." He lit the Joint who was starting to lit off.

Fuck fuck fuck. I forgot about it, I was so busy spying on him and his new toy thing, that I didn't remember what my plans were, and I have so much to go through- if I want Carmilla to cooperate with me,

Val and Vel don't know about this little obsession of mine with Alastor and his little mate, at least not for now. I started giggling in despair.. but I'll make it all right, whether it's my crappy hours of sleep between stalking you and trying not to fall behind on my work And fucking work on the materials I need.

I started to get ready, sometimes, if I have to be honest, I hated Valentino's club. everything was so loud and desperate.. with horny demons who hadn't had time to fuck in the last ten hours. That they get an erection of seeing other demons full of HIV shaking their asses

I glanced at Angle Dust who had passed in front of Valentino, Valentino keeping him as a toy for a sudden thrill while I'm on my business away from him. I looked back, and saw Valentino pulling Angle from the collar on his throat, pulling him to his crotch. and sitting him there, against his will.

I rolled my eyes and went towards the bar taking a glass of whiskey, waiting for Carmilla to arrive I sat down on one of the couches near me Carmilla arrived equipped with her dominant behavior, I smiled broadly at her reaching out "Vox" she barely smiled "Carmilla!" It's good to see you" she shook her head "A bit of a strange place to do business isn't it?" She looked sharply at me I grinned "We have an office one floor down, if you'd like a more private place to chat in." She looked to the side examining the place

"We can go over there but soon, I heard that this friend of Alastor's is supposed to appear here today right?" My eyes opened in shock, "What?" She chuckled "You of all people don't know that Alastor has a partner? I expected you to be the first to know, of course it wouldn't have seemed understandable at all that he was dating someone, but it's probably for some sort of exploitation assignment, who knows?” My breathes got heavier, what does that mean? What does all of that mean? Why are YOU coming here? To one of MY places without my knowledge? I wasn’t ready.

I didn’t even knew why- suddenly out of the smoke who filled the entire club I’ve seen a figure. your presence was warping me and choking me at the same time, when the view got brighter I could have seen you more clearly long bunny ears and eyes with an e/c who was pierced though my own eyes, I thought only my world stopped for a second while I looked at you, but that was an ugly lie. Everyone stopped what they have done to stare at you.

Everyone glancing some fearing you some looking in a seductive way at you, some are just appreciating you. And more and more. Even Carmilla has looked at you clearing her throat, I moved my look from you, looking to the side seeing Val getting up, what was he doing for satans sake? My breath got shorter and heavier and i couldn’t even think why? Maybe because it was the first time to see you not though my screen maybe the realization that hit me understanding you are here without Alastor.

And so many other things. Valentino got closer to you saying things I couldn’t ear, I wanted to get closer to check who you are, but like others who were at the club I feared for some reason, did Val knew you? How was he not afraid to get talking with you? Haven’t no one told him you were one of the most strongest overlords?

I shook myself from my overthinking, trying to focus about what Valentino was saying to you. Within seconds you shook his hand, smiling slightly. He got away from you, as I looked at Carmilla who was hypnotized by looking at you, you never went to the overlords meetings, others said you were to busy for that others made other conspiracies, I smiled slightly at Cramilla as I excused myself so before we will continue to talk, I will grab myself another drink,

of course I haven’t planned to only get a drink, once I got up I ran up to Val who was seating following your moves with his eyes, he moved his head to me “Oh Mami have you finished already with Carmilla?” He looked pleased I tagged him by the fur on his neck “WHAT” I breathed harshly “is. Y/n.. doing. in our club?!” He pushed my hands of his furr “Linda Y/n came here to present their new song~” he lit a cigarette as he took a long puff I felt myself almost screaming from the lack of knowledge I was having, he kept talking,

“Anywho , I offered it. I don’t know why are you so pissy- having this bebé~ showing in here tonight is the biggest highlight that have ever happened to this club!” I started to clam myself, maybe you weren’t here to terrorize what i have built. maybe you were only here to show your new song as Val says? Why am I so.. worried? I shook my head of course I would be! You are Alastor’s partner! I can’t think your intentions are good.

I looked at Carmilla who looked around she seemed to get tired with each second who passed by from waiting to me, I can’t stay with stupid Val here. Not for much long, if I want to lose a deal. “Val I swear to god if you ever do shit like that again without letting me know I’m gonna-“ Val rolled his eyes “get back here when you are clam and ready to suck me off Cariño” he chuckled and waved bye to me had he headed back to Angle. I went back to Carmilla “sorry it took me so long, Valentino did some shit I had to fix, anyway sorry for the interruption where were we at?”

We kept our conversation on as I presented her Vox tech telling her more about the new features, I was so focused as suddenly a loud letter and a sound of a microphone was all around us.

The entire club was silent focused on you singing heads turned around as if it was the most interesting thing that have happened I looked at you standing on the stage with a beautiful f/c outfit who made you look like the prettiest demon I have ever seen. My breath stopped for a second as the sound of your voice left your mouth, shivers went down my spine your voice was even more charming in love it drew everyone at the club, hypnotic and beautiful. I couldn’t stop listening to your words

“enchanted by you, everything blurry it’s so cruel”

I followed your lips feeling myself getting lost in them

“how I can mange staying up on both of my legs when you getting away”

the song and the beats mixed with my heart beats the chorus kicked in and took my very last breath.

“Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me? Can you feel me when I’m all over your dreams?”

Within a minutes or two going on the song ended and your presence has disappeared with the shadows and smoke who covered the stage from before, and I felt empty needing to get more of you.”

A/n hey! I hope you like the first chapter, let me know if you would like another chapter! Thank you for reading it! Sorry if there’s typos :)🫶🏻

[cryslut]

~ Yandere Dottore x Reader - No Escape

Content warnings - Yandere themes, kidnapping, laced beverage

i don't show off my fanfics a lot but i do hope u enjoy this one. i don't condone this type of behavior at all. n stay safe ♥︎

requests for fanfics are open so send them in if u would like

He was someone who messed with things a lot. He studied and studied hard throughout high school up until college. He wanted to be a doctor.

He felt as if his emotion wasn't really there. The only thing he cared about was himself, he was downright selfish and everyone knew it. He only cared about his dream job.

He didn't want to become a doctor because it was to help others. No, he wanted to become one because he knew he was going to see blood, part of him wanted to make sure any procedures and surgeries went completely wrong.

Because part of him didn't care. He wanted to see others suffer. The thrill of hurting and murdering others is the only thing he felt any pride or happiness for.

Other than that, he was completely numb. Until one day, a girl finally decided to join the college that he went to. She had her own interests and things she liked. Once he laid his eyes on her, he felt something completely different.

Something he never felt before, butterflies in his stomach, his heart felt like it flew right out of his chest, he finally felt.. emotion for someone. He didn't know if it was love, or a miracle.

All he knew was that if this was how he felt for her. He would hold onto her for dear life and make her his. She belonged to him, and she didn't have a choice.

He stalked her as much as he could. Finding out her secrets, her likes and dislikes, her name, her birthday, every little detail possible, he learned it.

He was apart of a chemistry class, he learned about chemicals left and right, combinations and what they could do. He conjured up a liquid that he could put into a drink of hers to make her very sleepy.

He was in a few classes with her. It was the last period and everyone was preparing to leave to go do their own things. The girl he loved and adored was only preparing to go back to her dorm alone while her roommate was out doing their own thing.

While she and the other students were nice and distracted and most of them were gone along with the instructor, he opens the vile and spills a little into her bottle, the liquid going down the straw into the drink.

He pretended like he was doing something. She was still putting her belongings away while writing further notes down. He admired her for her hard work and determination in the class.

She finally put the stuff away into her bag and took a drink out of her bottle quenching her thirst. She put her hand on her head feeling a little drowsy. And then as soon as she falls.

He grabs her, "I got you, don't worry, darling," He says softly with an evil grin plastered on his face.

~

⋄⊱ Your POV ⊰⋄

My eyes slowly flutter open. Feeling something tight around my wrists, I struggle. I look around seeing i'm in a bedroom, Im laying on a soft bed but my ankles and wrists are tied to the ends of each side.

I struggle more until someone opens the door, "Oh, you're awake, I've been waiting for you to wake up," He says smiling.

I recognized him, he's my classmate, Dottore. But why? Why does he have me like this?

I try to speak but realize my mouth is duct taped shut, "Oh, you wanna speak, dear, well if I remove the tape, you have to promise you won't scream," He says softly.

I nod my head in agreement. He then grabs the tape and rips it off slowly, making it barely hurting that much.

"There, what did you want to say?" His eyes looked like they were filled with lust, I speak out softly and quietly, "Why am I here?"

"Because your mine, all mine.. mine, mine mine mine mine," He starts to laugh, "Now that I have you here with me, I just want to say, I love you so much."

"I-I-I'm yours..?" I question. His eyes filled with something no one has ever seen as much on his face. He looked upset, "Yes, you're mine, and if you have a problem with that then-"

I cut him off, "I don't, I love you too, Dottore," I say to him. His eyes brightened and a smile grew on his face.

"Hearing that fills my heart with joy, I'm so glad, I've been waiting for this moment for so long, ever since I saw you," He smiles.

I struggle in the rope trying to signal it's uncomfortable, "Want me to untie this for you?" He asks softly. Getting close to my face, his lips almost touching mine.

His hand starts roaming from beside my hand and touching my skin going down to my chest, "Y-Yes," I say softly, "Please," He smiles at me untying the ropes from my wrists then to my ankles.

I sit up on the bed, watching his every move. Afraid of what he might do, I need to get out of here. I need to go get help.

He paced back and forth and then he sits down, "Where are we at, Dottore?" I ask.

"A house that I was able to buy, it's in the middle of nowhere practically. It's quite big, it's a nice house though," He says sighing and then grinning at me.

"I suppose you didn't bring any clothes of mine with you?" I ask him.

"No, I didn't think about it, but you can use a shirt of mine, it'll look like a dress on you," I nod my head in agreement to the idea.

Anything to bide me time. I just need to figure out a way to get out of here.

"Is it okay if I go shower? I just feel gross after school you know?" I ask politely. He nods his head, "Of course, I'll get one of my shirts for you to wear when you get out.

"Okay, thank you," I smile softly at him.

He gets up and walks over to a closet in the room, he slides a door open and grabs out a white collared shirt. It looked like something professional. It looked like it would cover a lot. He hands it to me and I grab it from him.

"I shouldn't be too long," I say to him, "Oh dear Y/N, the bathroom is down the hall to your left," I nod my head at him and then exit going in the direction he told me. I looked around slightly and found the stairs.

The front door is right down the steps. I can see it but would he hear me? I put the shirt on the counter and then exit the bathroom silently, closing the bathroom door to make it seem like I'm in there. I then tip toe down the stairs silently and softly.

I walk towards the door and grab a hold of the handle opening it up, "Where do you think your going?" I hear a stern voice behind me and then I get grabbed. Arms wrapped around me and a hand over my mouth. I struggle to get out of his embrace.

"Thought I warned you, didn't I," He says, his voice completely cold and void of any emotion. I then bite his hand and he lets go of me. I made a run for it.

Going through a corridor, and turning lefts and rights randomly. I can hear him behind me. I start to lose focus and trip over something.

I try to get up but get kicked to the ground, I wince in pain, "You were suppose to be a good girl and listen to me, but you didn't, now you're gonna have to pay the consequences," He says.

"O-Ow, pl-please, don't," I say trying to crawl away but I feel a shoe press down on my back.

He then grabs me by the arms picking me up and swinging me over his back. I fight and struggle back but he has no reaction and doesn't seem to care. He makes his way around the house going downstairs.

I hear hard metal clinking together. Then he takes my wrist wrapping something cold around it, I look over to see a chain and then struggle more.

He takes my other wrist wrapped the chain around it too. I struggle more and more but to no avail it doesn't work.

"I'll keep you here until you can learn to behave properly," His voice cold and stern echoes slightly through the basement.

I don't know how long I'll be stuck here for but I need to escape eventually. I need to build my trust up with him again. I don't know how easy that'll be. 

All I know for certain is, I'll be down here for a while.

[rinstrumental]

so kiss me

tanthamore /

# inspired by kiss me - sixpence none the richer 💋 occurs before the events of the show!! no beta we die like ballantine, cross posted on ao3, gave them a more dramatic height difference because I Can

"I can't stand these things," Kit declared, defiantly slamming her cup down on the table and earning a glare from Sorsha a few meters away. Not that she'd notice her mother's disapproval, anyway.

Jade set her own cup down slowly, as if the delicateness of her own actions would make up for the roughness of Kit's. It was another beautiful night spent in the stuffy confines of the banquet hall. Jade longed to leave the party - maybe even a little more than Kit did - but it was not her job to entertain the rebellious tendencies of the princess, as much as she wanted to.

"Would you like to dance?" Jade asked lightly, noting the restlessness of Kit's hands. The band was playing well tonight, and the dance floor was crowded. Those who weren't dancing were drinking and eating and chatting noisily away. She knew that the last thing Kit wanted right now was to be around other people, but it didn't hurt to try, right?

And Jade was right. "Have you seen the amount of people on the floor? I haven't seen it this crowded ever. And Mom will get me to dance with some stupid suitor from god-knows-where and maybe even talk to him." Kit shuddered at the thought, earning a laugh from Jade. Always the optimist.

"I wouldn't mind dancing, though," Kit admitted a moment later. "But only with you."

"I have to say the same, Your Highness," she replied. For a second, all Kit could see was Jade and her eyes that got so bright when they were under the light and her beautiful red hair and the freckles dotted across her face. I could count them, she thought. I could stare at her for hours and then tell her how many freckles she has.

When Jade finally looked away, Kit hadn't even noticed what had drawn her attention away in the first place. She followed her gaze to where the commotion seemed to be coming from. A barrel of wine had been knocked over and was leaking red all over the floor.

"How did that even happen?" Jade muttered, almost in awe. The crowd was split and running to avoid the mess, the commotion deafening, and without the melodic tunes previously playing in the background, it was chaos. Sorsha was dancing around the puddles on the ground, calling for someone to get up and do something to stop the leak!

Jade averted her eyes, the thought of seeing the queen in such a state feeling somewhat wrong. Kit, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled, her face lit up and a laugh lodged in her throat.

"Let's go!" she hissed excitedly, and without another thought, Kit had swung her legs over the bench and jumped to her feet. Jade followed suit, not even realizing what she was doing until she was standing. "Wait, what? Are you actually going to help?" she asked in disbelief, eyes flickering between the mess in the middle of the hall and the wild look on Kit's face. Why was she even asking that? She knew Kit. She was not going to dive headfirst into saving her mother from embarrassment out of pure goodwill.

Right again. "Jade, as much as I'm dying to get drenched in wine, I have other plans. Now come on, please?" Kit's hand was outstretched, tempting.

"Where are we going?" Although Kit did often refer to these parties as 'so boring it'll make you kill yourself', she'd hardly ever actually left one halfway. Sorsha had her ways of coercing her daughter into 'royal duties', and they worked.

Mostly.

"You'll know. It's not like the grounds are that big," Kit teased, waiting for Jade to take her hand. Just waiting, not hoping - somehow, she didn't have a doubt in her head that she'd refuse.

Their hands collided together, Kit wasting no time in grabbing the other's the moment she reached out. She always liked the way Jade's hands felt. Warm and slightly bigger than hers - calloused and scarred but still gentle. Kit's were cold and unscathed, so it was a nice change.

The pair stole out of the hall and into the cobblestone courtyard, heavy skirts hitched up to reveal their scruffy matching boots underneath. Jade couldn't help but grin when she saw Kit wearing them too. Sure, they would wear troublesome gowns and pin their hair back into place for a night, but world be damned if they had to force their feet into those suffocating heels.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Kit said, 'her' being Sorsha. She broke into a run, still pulling Jade along with her. There was no need to rush, but the adrenaline rush from their escape (and Jade's hand in hers') was nothing short of exhilarating.

They ran all the way around the castle to one of the gardens, next to a huge floor to ceiling window that looked into the hall that they'd just left. The surroundings were weakly illuminated by the light coming from indoors, a light breeze rustling the trees and bushes. Clearly the situation had finally been resolved, because the din was relatively softer now. The barrel had been run dry, and the servants were now dutifully mopping up the mess.

If someone inside the hall had looked at the floor near where the window ended, they would have seen two pairs of eyes peering into the room. Jade and Kit stood and watched beneath the window, the latter on tiptoes and thoroughly enjoying watching the aftermath of the disorder.

"Looks like nobody managed to stop the leak in time," Jade commented. "What a waste of wine."

"It was probably diluted to hell," Kit scoffed, dropping back onto her heels and dusting off her hands.

Jade turned away from the window. "What are you going to do when your mother notices you're missing?"

"That's for future me to deal with."

"You know, with the amount of trouble you get into, one would have assumed that by now you'd have a way to get out of it."

"Thinking ahead is… is not something I'm familiar with. You should know that about me."

"With all due respect, Your Highness, I know. Because you usually drag me into it too."

The band inside the hall started up again. The music was low at first, uncertain, but after a few cheers from the crowd the music came back in full force.

Jade took a deep breath of the sweet night air, glad to finally be outside and able to enjoy the wonderful weather. A radiant full moon hung above them, accompanied by a swarm of stars.

While she watched the sky, Kit physically could not take her eyes off Jade. If the flickering candlelight lit up Jade's eyes, the milky moonlight practically made them glow. Despite their mutual hatred for party gowns, Kit couldn't help admiring Jade and the way her dark green dress draped so prettily no matter the way she moved.

"Jade Claymore, will you dance with me?" The words left her mouth before she let herself overthink it. Jade's gaze shifted to the girl standing in front of her. The music played softly behind them, filling the silence as Jade shuffled across the lawn to Kit. Her dress dragged across the ground and rustled the grass, but she stepped carefully so as to not trample the wildflowers. She smiled again when she stopped, and Kit thought she'd never see anything more beautiful.

"Who am I to deny my royal Highness?" This time, Jade took Kit's hand first, to the princess' surprise, gently pulling her in close before letting her hands settle on Kit's waist. Her grip was loose, almost hovering. Kit put her arms around Jade's shoulders, hoping that she would take the damn hint and hold her properly.

There was barely an inch between them now, the slight height difference doing nothing to stop the fervent eye contact. Kit couldn't suppress her smile as they danced. It was nothing complicated like the tedious routines her mother forced her to learn years ago - this was simple. It was perfect.

"Why do they overcomplicate dancing so much?" Kit whispered. "All those stupid steps and unnecessary twirling. This is much nicer… just getting to hold the other person and move to the music, you know?" Jade's hands relaxed little by little as she talked, the tension melting as their usual banter returned.

"I think I like this more too. But maybe I shouldn't judge - I never had professional lessons like you did, after all."

"You know, I used to pretend the instructor was… someone else. It made it feel a bit less like torture."

Jade wasn't one to jump to conclusions, especially when it came to Kit - but the way she looked away when she had mentioned the 'someone else' was telling, needless to say. "Was it me?"

She'd meant to make it sound teasing, unserious. But once again her unwavering loyalty betrayed her, and the words had sounded a lot more genuine than she'd wanted them to. Kit's eyes widened at the response, expecting a change of topic instead of the boldest question Jade has ever challenged her with.

"What if it was?"

"…I'd be flattered, I suppose." Jade's mind raced to find the words, still caught up on the fact that she'd even said that. "And surprised?"

The music stopped, replaced by distant claps and cheers. It was like the noises in the vicinity had doubled in volume - the chirping of crickets, the whispering wind, and the quick beating of two hearts. None of them could remember when Jade pulled Kit in so close that their bodies were now pressed against each other, or when Kit's hands came to rest on the nape of Jade's neck.

Neither of them pulled apart, even though everywhere they were touching seemed to burn, even though their faces were so, so close.

For the first time tonight, Kit deliberated the words on her tongue. She didn't dare imagine what Jade would say or do in response, but she held onto that little spark of hope. The spark of hope she felt whenever she noticed Jade staring at her from the corner of her eye.

"Can I kiss you?"

Oh, was all Jade could think. Oh, oh, oh. The princess' bright blue eyes were filled with what Jade could only describe as longing, and she wondered if they mirrored her own. Wondered if all those years spent trying to convince herself that her heart beat for the kingdom of Tir Asleen and not the heir to the throne were for naught. Wondered if she loved her back.

Jade nodded tentatively, exhaling shakily. She hated false hopes. She waited for Kit to pull away, or laugh that she was joking, but it didn't come.

Kit leaned forward and her lips brushed against Jade's, more carefully and tenderly than anything else she had ever handled in her life. When Jade didn't reciprocate, Kit's eyes fluttered open, her heart dropping. Had she somehow misunderstood? And now her friendship was ru-

Jade crashed her lips into hers, banishing any other thought from Kit's mind as the taller girl pulled her in even closer and craned her neck to meet Kit halfway. Kissing Jade was beyond anything Kit could have ever imagined, her arms tightening around Jade's neck and for a beautiful moment she wasn't Princess Kit of Tir Asleen, she was just Kit and Jade was just Jade and this was all she'd ever needed. Both relief and want flooded her veins, so impossibly glad that the redhead had wanted this just as much as she did.

The loud thumping of two pairs of footsteps approaching, accompanied by a familiar voice shouting Kit's name, forced Jade to pull back, breaking the kiss. Kit made a whine of disdain.

"I think that's the Queen, Princess," Jade whispered, looking wistfully to the side. Her hands were still shaking, heart rate jumping off the charts from the kiss, but she fell to her first instinct - to protect the princess. Kissing her was nice, of course, but she couldn't do that when Kit's mother was angrily lecturing her.

"Imagine her face when she finds her daughter sneaking off to swap spit with her best friend," Kit deadpanned, unraveling herself from Jade's grasp. She missed feeling Kit against her already. Their hands remained tightly entwined as Kit hitched up her skirt, as if she was getting ready to make a break for it. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

"Which is to run from your mother and rile her up even more?"

"You know me so well."

[mytheoristavenue]

Straw Hats Reacting to Seeing You with Short Hair HCs

Summary: After two long years away from your friends, you are excited to reunite with them and see how they've changed (and vice versa).

Warnings: Fem!Reader, reader had long hair before the timeskip, plutonic!Chopper and Jinbe, no preestablished relationship (just silly crushes)

(Sidenote: I realize that Jinbe was not officially apart of the crew until the Wano arc, but I wanted to include him because I wanted to share my Dad!Jinbe HCs too.😅)

Intro:

You sat on the railing of the Sunny, smiling happily to the sidelines, watching your friends buzz around each other, greeting one another. You silently observed them all, noting ways that they'd changed physically, or shifts in their demeanors as you'd known them. Looking out to the sea, you beamed, letting your hood fall lax against your shoulders, revealing a shaven head, with what may have been a mere inch of the length you'd had the last time you were seen. You blinked in surprise at the silence that fell over the ship. A few had the curiosity to comment on the drastic change, prompting you to explain:

"Oh, I buzzed it about a month ago. It got in the way of my training. Do you like it?"

Monkey D. Luffy:

"What'd you do to your hair?" he asked frankly, cocking his head, a bit puzzled. "It's so short now, like a boy." You giggled a bit, before explaining. The captain circled you, inspecting you closely for any other startling changes. "Will it grow back?" Your heart sank a tiny bit at his disapproval, making you feel a mite insecure.

"Well, yeah. It's just hair, Luffy." you scoff, crossing your arms at his dramatics.

"Are you gonna shave it again if it does?" He interrogated you, face inching closer with an accusatory glare.

"I don't know, maybe?" you barked back, backing away from him, only to be trapped between him and the railing of the ship. "What's with the second degree, man?"

"Well, that's just not gonna work." he tutted, backing away and giving you your space before grinning ear to ear with hands on hips. "As your captain, I command you to keep your hair short. It makes you look way more intimidating and I need crewmembers that are gonna strike fear in the hearts of my enemies!"

Loves it, thinks you look so cool. 9/10

Pirate Hunter Zoro:

You fell under Zoro's perpetually annoyed gaze as he studied you before smiling a bit. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were copying me." he teased, earning a blush from you.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself, moss head!" you snarled before explaining why you'd done it in the first place.

"Mhm," he snickered. "It definitely wasn't for attention." he chided, eyes resting for a moment before flickering back open and over to you. "I'm just messing with you. I actually like it, you should keep it that way."

You became bashful under his stare and tried your best to play yourself off as unaffected by his compliments. "Yeah, whatever, we'll see."

Likes it, thinks it's cute. Respects the reasoning behind it. 8/10

Cat Burglar Nami:

"Oh my Gosh, what did you do to your hair?" she shrieked, rushing over to you, rubbing her hands all through what little there was left, tears in her eyes. "(Y/N), you're pretty hair!"

"Will grow back," you laughed, taking her by the wrists to pry her hands from your head. "I bet it'll be long long yours was within a few months." A part of you was a little hurt that she didn't seem to like it. Though you didn't do it for the sake of fashion, you did like the way it looked on you, and you wished she shared that sentiment.

"You're right..." she pouted, still a bit disappointed. "I'm sorry, I'm just gonna miss playing with your hair."

"You still can," you joked. "Now it'll be even more of a challenge."

Not thrilled, but she'll live. A bit excited to gel/spike it, just for fun. 3/10

God Usopp:

He stared at you intently for a moment before stepping up to you, fidgeting nervously. "You cut off all your hair?"

"Yep!" you chirped, hopping off the railing and leaning against it, ruffling your own scalp while explaining why. "What do you think, Usopp?"

He was hesitant to answer, wanting to choose his words very carefully. Ultimately, he decided to try and play things cool, clearing his throat. "It's cool or whatever." he brushed it off, his face contorting weirdly as he tried to settle on a manly expression.

"You can tell me if you don't like it, I won't care. It's already gone, it's not like I can put it back." He continued his charade for a few moments more before releasing a deep breath, looking up at you timidly.

"Okay, I like it." he admitted, glancing away, feeling a tad defeated. If he was going to tell the truth, he might as well tell the hole truth. "You look really, really pretty, actually."

"Awe, Usopp, you're so sweet!" you gushed, pulling him into a humiliating hug, squeezing his face to your chest. "Maybe I should keep it like this."

"I-I'd like that."

OBSESSED. Thinks you've never looked better. Can no longer look at you with a straight face, though. 10/10

Black Leg Sanji:

He smiled at you softly, stepping up to you. It worried you that he was no longer swooning over you as he always had. Maybe you looked too boyish now. "This is...different." he cooed, reaching up to caress the side of your temple.

"Is different bad?" you asked, cringing a bit as you waited for his answer.

"Not necessarily in this case. " he answered vaguely. "Change is good sometimes."

"I suppose you don't like it as much as I do?" you asked, a bit saddened by his short answers this far, but elated at the way his fingers continued to play with the short strands they could find.

"What makes you think that?"

"You're not fawning over me like you did with Nami and Robin. Or even how you used to with me." you pointed out a tad too somberly.

"That's because I only swoon over pretty girls." You could feel your heartstrings tightening after hearing those words tumbler over his lips. How could he be so rude?

"Sanji! What the hell?" you spat, but his serene demeanor never faltered. "Just because I don't look as pretty as I used to, doesn't mean you can just openly insult me!"

"My apologies, I like to take the time to properly appreciate true beauty when I find it, so you'll have to excuse my staring." Your cheeks caught fire as you processed what he'd said. Was he calling you...beautiful? Was he saying he was more attracted to you than other women? "And a beauty such as yours is a most rare treasure indeed."

Adores it. Can't even imagine you with longer hair now. 10/10

Tony Tony Chopper:

"Oh no, (Y/N)!" he scuttled over to you, instantly taking your hand to drag you away. "What happened to you?!"

"What do you mean, Chopper?" you asked, halting in your tracks, knowing he couldn't move you on his own. With a gentle smile, you crouched to his level and let him come into your arms, his little hooves on your knees. "Now tell me, what's got you so riled up?"

"All your hair fell out! Did you get sick while we were gone?" he fretted, eyes glossy with concern. Try as you did, you couldn't help but snicker at his naivety. "It's not funny, (Y/N)! Tell me what's wrong right now! If we wait, I might not have enough time to treat you!"

"I'm not sick, I promise!" you giggled as he tried to pull at you again, only to freeze in his tacks.

"So where'd all your hair go then?"

"I shaved it." you smiled, explaining your reasoning as to why. Afterwards, Chopper felt very foolish, pouting with crossed arms and back to you. "It was giving me headaches because it was too long." you fibbed, bringing him back into your arms.

"So you did it so you'll feel better?" he perked, glancing at you over his shoulder.

"I did. It was the best I could do." you explained with a sigh. "I didn't have the best doctor on the Grand Line to treat me anymore, so I had to improvise."

"Oh, shut up!" he gushed, swaying back and forth a bit, a bashful heat in his cheeks.

Not excited about you taking your health into your own hands, (especially at the loss of your pretty hair) but he's happy you're feeling better. 5/10

Devil Child Robin:

She had been eying you from across the ship for a while now. Even before the big reveal, ever astute, she could see glimpses of your scalp, and took note when your hair had yet to fall over your shoulders when in positions that should have allowed for it. Now that the hype was beginning to die down, she slowly inched towards you with that serene smile that always rattled your bones. "Quite the chop," she remarked, circling you to get a good 360 view of you.

"Yeah," you replied nervously. Robin was always good at concealing her thoughts and feelings. She could find you repulsing and never let on. It was one of her most terrifying attributes. "What do you think?" you asked, knowing that if nothing else, she was honest, sometimes brutally so. That, you figured, was much better than this state of wondering.

"I have to admit, I thought you're longer hair looked exquisite on you. It always framed your face so nicely." she smiled, reaching up to ghost her fingertips over the shocked ends of your buzzcut.

"O-Oh," you faltered. "I appreciate your honesty."

"But," she continued, her gaze falling from the (H/C) fuzz down to your eyes with the most genuine expression. "I like this much better. I've never seen anything more (Y/N)."

Your face lit up at her compliments, knowing how true they were if it was her saying them. "You really think so?"

"I do, this suits you very well."

Loves how unique it makes you look. Thinks it's very 'you'. 8/10

Cyborg Franky:

"Where'd all your hair go?" he asked, couching down to inspect you. You explained with a laugh, running your fingers though it before looking back up at it. After a moment of contemplation, he cracked an enthusiastic grin. "Well, I think it's pretty badass!" he shouted, scooping you up into his mechanical arms and hoisting you to sit on his shoulder. "Hey, ya know what we should do?"

"What?" you asked with a giggle.

Suddenly, his pompadour fell lax and reshaped itself into a row of spikes. "We should get matching leather jackets and when your hair grows out a little more, we could do mohawks! How cool would that be? Ride into to battle like that, we'd be the scariest lookin' guys out there!"

Obsessed with it. Will not leave you alone now about spiking it, and every time you port, he tries to get you to go shopping for biker gear with him. 10/10

Soul King Brook:

His head tilted as he stared at you though curious hollowed sockets. You felt a bit uncomfortable under his silent gaze, and tried to inch yourself out of it, to no avail. "Are you going to say anything?" you asked, features cringing at his creeping. Still, he continued his act, slinking toward you until he was inches away, towering over you.

His lanky spine bent, cracking as it did to try and meet your height, and his skeletal fingers found themselves under your chin. Unsure of what he was planning, your cheeks began to glow with embarrassment. Eventually, he'd seemingly given up on leaning over, opting to simply crouch, his knees popping as they fell into place. "Why aren't you saying anything...?" you wondered aloud.

"I'm studying." he simply answered. "I want to remember ever bit of you after your gone."

Why the hell was he being so cryptic? You'd never heard Brook say a romantic thing in your life, he's always just been a creep to you and the other girls. "So, do you like my hair?" you asked cautiously.

"I don't care about your hair." he reassured. "I think your lovely no matter how long or short it is." It was at this point you realized that his sockets were not trained on your face or your hair, but your cleavage. You immediately delivered a ripe smack to his cheekbones, before assaulting's him with a barrage of insults.

Doesn't really care. Prefers your longer hair, but when he's looking at you, he's rarely looking at your face, so it doesn't matter. 5/10

Knight of the Sea Jinbe:

He looked down on you lovingly as you came to him, enveloping him in a hug. "I missed you," he smiled. "So very much."

"I missed you too." you sniffled as you pulled away. You had grow very close to him in the recent years, fighting alongside him many times and exchanging letters during your time away. He had been the only one to know where you'd gone to train, and he often sent you your favorite snacks, or even little trinkets when he could afford the risk. He had been the only one you'd told about your chop. He was like your dad, how could you go without talking to him?

"I've never seen a more beautiful little girl," he remarked, cupping your cheek, and resisting the urge to let his emotions get the better of him.

"I'm not a little kid anymore." you reminded him, nudging his large hand away.

"I know," he sighed, memories of his first time seeing you as a small child flooding back to him. "You've grown up entirely too quickly. I hardly even noticed.

You rolled your eyes at his sentimentality. "How do you like my new do?"

"It's not how I imagined it, from how you described in your letters." he replied, putting on a falsely curious face and ruffling it to 'test' it. "I may need to inspect it before I get you an answer."

"I had to keep some mystery about it, right?" you laughed. "How else am I supposed to keep you on your toes, old man?" You both shared a hearty laugh as you embraced once more.

"I don't think you could look prettier."

Adores it, but only because it's on you. Just happy to see you again. ♾/10

[runningwolf62]

Closing one Door, Opening Another

"My Lord." Lady Montilyet's voice caught Brennan and made him slow to give her a curious look, before he loped into her makeshift office.

"Brennan is fine, please."

My Lord came from servants, came with sharp looks or outright stares, the curiosity of those beneath him at what he was able to do, the shame of House Trevelyan. My Lord was a title, the little shadow of his siblings, both tilted, by inheritance, by marriage, while he had nothing because he could not do the steps of the dance correctly.

Lady Montilyet watched him curiously, before she explained. "This is about your parents."

A chill like Solas had frozen him shot down Brennan's back, jerking him up, proper posture, shoulders back, head up, but not too high. He was only the third child after all.

He wet his lips and flashed a smile, seeing Lady Montilyet's alarm at his immediate response, "well, Lady Montilyet, my parents will be thrilled that one from your house wants to make an honest man of me."

Lady Montilyet was incredible at masking her confusion, before she realized, "very funny. You will not get out of this so easily."

"I could be very easy for you?" Brennan continued to try flirting and charming his way out of this mess, could he pretend to hear someone call him?

Lady Montilyet had to smoother a laugh, "Lord Trevelyan, I do say mind where you say such things, less Leliana feel the need to protect my honor."

"I can't say she'd be the first," Brennan mumbled to himself, shifting his weight slightly. Lady Montilyet gave him a look and he startled, grinning sheepishly.

"Because of me, not you, Ambassador." He gave a little bow, and Lady Montilyet softened again, he suspected of the three in the War Room she was the fondest of him. "I am not the most popular man in Ostwick, I fear."

"I see. I had meant to ask you about contacting The Banns of House Trevelyan-"

"Don't!"

The outburst echoed in the room, pressing on them like the cold air, like a tomb, or the rooms he'd seen Templars shove mages into during his training for 'isolation'. He felt frozen again, as much as he wanted to run, his boots were stuck to the stone floor, until the breach would tear the roof off and devour him.

Lady Montilyet sat up, and let out a slow breath, whatever the chill in the air that froze Brennan, like a horse about to bolt, it did not affect her. "Minaeve? Would you kindly leave us for a moment?"

The elven mage scurried from the room, the way Brennan wished he could, to take off until his blood and lungs burned and the chill was no threat.

The door closed behind him and he almost spooked at the sound.

Lady Montilyet watched him curiously, "Lord Trevelyan...."

"Brennan." It came out more strained this time, "please."

"Brennan." She tried again, as Brennan debated how far he'd get before Cassandra or Cullen tackled him, "do your parents know you are alive?"

Brennan let out a strangled laugh, shrinking back on himself, "if you mean, have I written them? No. But I have no doubt all of Ostwick knows who was the one to cause the breach."

Lady Montilyet set her pen down, watching him carefully, Brennan knew that look, he had given the same look to skittish horses himself. Been kicked a time or two for it, and resolved to try not to lash out at someone who was decent enough to pretend to be worried about him.

"You have always claimed innocence in this."

"What I claim matters little where my parents are concerned." Brennan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, which did so much less than he wished. The guilt crept in right along with the cold. "I'm sorry. I'm... sorry."

"It is alright. It is clear I touched on a sensitive subject."

"No, I'm sorry because... It was supposed to be my brother." Brennan admitted quietly, "That's why Casandra thought I was Maxwell, he was supposed to be here. He wouldn't... You'd have been far better off with him. He would write to our parents and they would give him everything he needed, all the support they could muster."

Either send Brennan to serve the Inquisition, or offer him on the market again, now far more eligible as the brother to the Herald of Andraste. For once they'd be lining up to marry him. And then too, he'd help the Inquisition, one way or another.

"But, you ask them..." He rubbed his arm, trying to get warmth back into his cold body, "I think, Ambassador, the kindest thing they will do for you, is to warn you to divorce yourself from associating with me. As our families are well acquainted, they will do you this kindness." He shrugged his shoulders, it was simply fact.

And frankly, not a bad idea. Lady Montilyet had a promising career, to tie herself to him was courting disaster. Anyone in the Free Marches could've said as much.

Lady Montilyet was staring at him, mouth slightly parted and Brennan rubbed the back of his neck, "you heard what Leliana found, what Cullen remembered. I'm the disgrace of the Trevelyans, Ambassador."

Lady Montilyet pulled herself together, "yes, well, I will not bring this up again."

"Thank you." Brennan looked down to trace patterns in the wood of the desk, "I wish I could be more help."

"You are doing everything you physically can to help, Lo- Brennan."

"Yes, but you'll find with me, I'll close more doors than open them." Brennan repeated something he'd heard Maxwell tell him, when guiding him away from chatting with a friendly party goer but a year ago, lest he close that door.

"Will they disown you?"

"No." Brennan didn't lift his gaze, "not yet." His fate hung in the air now, to determine if he was cast aside a third time, or finally claimed, finally a pride to his family. Either way, he would not be allowed to crawl back to beg forgiveness this time.

Lady Montilyet nodded slowly, "that, at least, we can use. Val Royeaux has taken note of your lineage."

"Of course they have." Brennan sighed out, lifting his head, "of course they have."

Lady Montilyet gave a sympathetic look, "it does not make my job any easier, but it may ease you to know that this does not matter to them as much as we had hoped."

Brennan furrowed his brows, parsing the sentence and considering what he knew of the political situation before he landed on the answer. "Oh! Because we're Free Marchers, I take it? Never united until the Darkspawn are on our door?"

Lady Montilyet shook her head, but not in disagreement, "no one doubts your ferocity when banded together. Free Marchers are known for their tenacity."

The way she'd known his family motto. Modest in Temper, Bold in Deed. Brennan had only ever mastered one, when one was at their most generous. Compared to his siblings he might've been said to be more Wild in Temper, Stupid in Deed. Yet another thing he was meant to be by birth, but certainly did not live up to.

There was an awkward pause between them, and Brennan almost offered to go, before Lady Montilyet reached out to speak to him again. Brennan quietly raised his opinion of her, few tried this hard to reach out to him, she was a great ambassador to have the patience to try.

"I would like to apologize for the simple quarters, I should imagine, as we speak of Ostwick, they're nothing compared to what you're used to."

Brennan actually managed a laugh at that, "Haven is perfectly livable, I dare say cozy compared to being made to share training barracks."

"I thought you had not been in Templar training for several years?" Lady Montilyet asked curiously, Brennan turned his head to give her a playful look out of the corner of his eye.

"Ah, but how quickly would you forget having only a bunk in a room full of teenagers being taught to fight every day?"

"Oh. Oh Maker." Lady Montilyet laughed softly, even as she raised a hand to the bridge of her nose, "the horrors you must've endured."

"Truly, Ambassador Montilyet, I was prepared every day for the trials of what the fade might produce." Brennan made a face, recalling some of his days in Templar training and added, "Lesser Terrors are nothing compared to teenage boys trying to prove themselves. Smell better at least."

They both laughed at that, Brennan found the tension easing out of his body, “I might also have a chance of teaching them to bathe with soap, if Solas is to be believed, which is more than I could’ve hoped for then.”

He offered a smile, “but what about you, Lady Montilyet? I hope you never lived somewhere like that, to lower your standards.”

She smiled back at him, “I had the fortune not to, so the cold. And wildlife, and isolation, are… things to adjust to.” She sighed heavily and muttered to herself about why anyone lived out here, before her focus shifted back to Brennan, “and, I must say, if you are to be Brennan, Josephine will do fine.”

Brennan gave another small bow and smile, “if Leliana won’t kill me for it.”

---

Josephine, once he’s gone on some mission: Leliana I need you to kill his parents.

[markantonys]

I'm giving myself a deadline to finally published that darn matmodean oneshot by the end of the month, even if I'm not happy with it (this ask serves as accountability for me, if it isn't on AO3 by 1.9.24 please everyone pelt me with rocks) - so I was looking at the snippets I wrote to see what can actually be edited and posted and isn't just bullet points and I sadly discovered that my favorite thing that I wrote isn't for the oneshot but for a longer AsmodeanLivesAU I don't think I mentioned, but I do want to describe it now because it got me excited again, sorry in advance this is long I hope you don't mind- this au has the same backstory of Mat&Asmodean hooking up in TSR and then Mat spending FoH jealous of both Rand and Asmodean. But Asmodean doesn't get killed at the end of FoH he just continues to chill by Rand's side, until in LoC Rand decides he needs to send Asmo somewhere else so that he won't get a chance to interact with Taim and the rest of the black tower. So Rand sends him to Mat and the band(bc the medallion protects Mat from the one power so it won't be too dangerous ). He tells Mat that Natael is a channeler but not that he is a forsaken, and that's enough to make Mat really dismayed. Rand doesn't know they hooked up so he doesn't realize how much this reveal affects Mat (<-this is the one scene from the au that I did write). I am pretty sure I planned for only Mat to learn that and not everyone, so the band&Aviendha&etc still think the gleeman is Rand's boytoy pillow friend, joining them for some reason. So basically Asmodean is with them on the way to Salidar, which in my plans included: the spider-man-pointing meme with Moghedien when they recognize each other, perhaps some gleeman vs. gleeman show?, Asmodean accidentally developing actual feelings for Mat and being jealous when Aran'gar dances with Mat (maybe Asmo trying to protect Mat?), Aviendha filling in the rest of the girls on the situation from her perspective, moggy spilling the beans about Asmo to the girls which leads to misunderstandings with Mat bc he doesn't know that I will need to reread the books some day to remember what other ideas I had, I probably wanted to plan a redemption arc for Asmodean. I also haven't read book 7+ so I never had a full plan, and unfortunately that's not going to happen anytime soon

the triumphant return of the Matmodean Anon!! thrilled to hear that you're working on a oneshot for it, godspeed and i look forward to reading it once it's ready to post! we will gather up our rocks in preparation but hopefully it won't come to that haha (also Felt, sometimes you just need the kick in the pants that public accountability for finishing a fic provides!)

and oooh, this Asmodean Lives AU is so intriguing, and also chock full of drama, mess, and miscommunication shenanigans. all the things any good AU needs! i'm cryingggg imagining the asmodean & moghedien spiderman pointing meme in this scenario djkjfg and then moghedien can't even make fun of asmodean being obsessed with mat seeing as she's obsessed with nynaeve, poor moggy. and thom would absolutely feel threatened by some other man showing up claiming to be rand's gleeman and would challenge him to a gleeman faceoff! and the scenario of the girls knowing "natael" is a forsaken and assuming mat knows too while mat in fact has no clue what's going on is a delight to picture. even if you never end up reading enough of the books to write this AU in full, it will live on in our hearts!

[skywritingrambles]

The Higher You Rise

Here's the first chapter of my fic about Alastor's rise and fall in hell! I'm not posting this on Ao3 until I get a few chapters in but I'll be posting a link here and on my blog once it's out.

Huge shoutout to @unmitigatednonsense for helping me work out the details of this chapter as well as giving me an excellent title for this fic, and their continued support throughout the writing process!

Onto the fic! (Tw brief cannibalism)

Alastor had never been one to believe in heaven and hell, or that people went anywhere after death at all, truly he believed it was silly. Consequences were only in life - and even then were only present if you got caught. Alastor never got caught, and it wasn't even due to being careful. He was calculated, sure, great at finding convenient ways to dispose of the remnants if he didn't feel up to doing so himself, but he lacked the patience it took to leave no mess. Quite frankly, leaving no mess would bore him anyway, he revelled in the thrill of the hunt and worrying about a small cleanup would spoil the fun. Of course, he still remained very meticulous about cleanup.

All of it to say, it certainly took some... adjusting when he arrived in hell.

Well, more than adjusting. After all, his entire worldview had been turned on its' head. Not even to mention the physical changes he'd endured. He still hadn't quite adjusted to the clopping of his hooves or reaching up to his head to feel antlers. No, he hadn't adjusted to the idea of hell either, or heaven, eternal damnation. What even constituted eternal damnation? Alastor was sure he would never meet the requirements for heaven under any circumstances, but it really had the mind thinking, didn't it? Who decided? How hard was it, how long did it take, did anyone deserving of one ever-

Alastor shifted uncomfortably and let out a breath, now was not the time for such, existential crises. After all, an apt target was perfectly in range.

Yes, they would make a fine meal. They were relatively small, the perfect size for one meal with nothing to waste or leave behind for anyone else. They were holding up a broken shard of a mirror, carefully trimming away at the ends. Not a worry in sight it seemed.

Alastor made quick work of them, utilizing a small knife he'd found days before. Usually he enjoyed relishing in his victims death, watching the fear enter their eyes and the light leave as they realize how much danger they're truly in. Only that simply wouldn't do, he didn't nearly know enough about the capabilities of the average sinner or hell spawn, he needed to get his bearings before having his fun.

He began at the soft muscle of their biceps, and the taste was truly divine. Somehow, he enjoyed the taste in hell even better than human flesh on earth, though nothing could compare to the sheer euphoria of his first taste. It had always reminded him of pork - he had proved true the many theories of what a person would taste like - but sweeter and softer. Sometimes he would spend great time cooking and preparing a meal with his victims, though often he preferred the uncontaminated taste.

A woman's shriek came from behind him, startling him back up to kneeling, away from his hunched over position. My, he'd consumed all but the face of the demon already!

He let a grin slide onto his face as he stood to approach the woman. She was beautiful, a true lady indeed - Alastor would have loved to ask her for a dance at a closed party when he was alive. Not to pursue anything romantic, of course, he simply loved to dance with a lady. Her eyes were completely black and she had an arsenal of sharp teeth like his own, (he was sure she must have had a gorgeous smile) and her dress perfectly framed her body. It flared at the bottom, and was bunched in such a way that if she twirled it would surely spin out. And of course, to top it all off, she wore a beautifully extravagant hat with pink feathers at the front and a black feather boa extending out the back.

It truly would be such a shame if he had to kill her to keep her from starting a fuss, he hadn't been able to tell how those in hell reacted to cannibalism yet.

"Your manners!" She practically screeched the words before Alastor had a chance to start a conversation. "Eating her just off the street like a rabid animal! You don't even have the decency to cook her into a proper meal, or at least- oh, I don't know, bring her inside! Having the audacity to eat my only reliable hair dresser and to not even respect her enough to cut her into a presentable dish! I can't believe your insolent lack of-"

She went on for quite a while. Despite the volume of her words she didn't seem angry. Surprised and offended, absolutely, but as her rant went on her volume lowered until she stopped herself to look at his forced smile.

"Oh, darling, pardon my outburst! You must be new, you don't look like one of mine, and I'd certainly remember striking a deal with a fellow like you." She stuck her hand out with a wide smile (Alastor was right, it was a lovely smile) and he took it without a second thought. "I'm Rosie, ever so pleased to meet you."