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kingofpopmj · 5 months ago

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Just Promise Baby, You'll Love Me Forevermore

Summary: Michael and Y/N take part in an interview together.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Actress!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Fluff and more FLUFF Requested: Yes

"Hello everyone, we're having some last minute lighting issues. We should be good to go in a few minutes. Please stand by." A tall man with long brown hair and a headset announced to the room.

The interviewer stood alone tapping her foot, a young twenty-something brunette woman. She had become a household name overnight because of this very interview, her first high level project. She wore a figure hugging navy blue pantsuit with light makeup. She was nervously checking her clipboard every few seconds, scribbling down last minute notes.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Thank you so much for being here." Y/N's sweet voice filled the air, introducing herself as if everyone didn't already know her name, but it said a lot about her character. She gracefully made her way around the room kindly making conversation with each person present. Her undivided attention was given to each individual, nothing less, she hung on their every word, asking thoughtful questions in return and in those few moments they were putty in her hands.

"Hello, how are you? I'm Michael. Thank you for taking part in this project with us." Michael Jackson—THE Michael Jackson followed a few paces behind Y/N, his version of walking appeared more like gliding. Eventually, he caught up with Y/N, securing a firm arm around her, his thumb rubbing circles in her hip. They continued greeting everyone and they swept them off their feet as a team. A beautiful, kind-hearted team. It was truly indescribable— like watching two mythical creatures prove their existence right before our eyes.

It was overwhelming— in the most amazing way possible. The star power aside, they seemed very normal. The two of them genuinely enjoyed meeting everyone, didn't leave anyone out and remembered every name. Michael stole glances, numerous lingering stares at his beloved. The way he looked at her, you could feel his emotions, he didn't just think she was beautiful— she was his everything. He didn't laugh or smile until he saw that she was doing the same. The protectiveness was evident. He wasn't jealous or threatened. He was cautious and confident. The way he watched over her wasn't possessive, it was sweet, like she was as vital to him as his own beating heart.

"Let's get our stars set with microphones." A short woman shuffled over to Michael and Y/N, guiding them over to their seats. They were going through the process of being wired up and I couldn't help but to admire their carefree nature.

They stood in front of one another, pulling silly faces at each other, giggling and enjoying themselves. They somehow managed to make this room feel like a home and everyone in it extended family.

"That works. Daryl, thank you." Y/N smiled, placing her hand on the assistants shoulder, the redness taking over his face and growing deeper by the second as he scurried off.

The couple shared a moment, whispering to one another with coquettish smiles. Michael moved to stand in front of her as she took her seat. He removed his coat without a second thought, Y/N waving her hands in the air as if to reject the gesture, but he paid no mind. He carefully placed the coat across her thighs, protecting her from wandering eyes and cameras. A tender kiss to her lips before he walked off for a moment.

"Hello, I'm Leslie, I'll be conducting the interview today. I can't believe you're here! This is insane! This is so cool!" She became very giddy, barely catching herself from continuing, Y/N sweetly matched her enthusiasm. "I mean, it's such an honor to meet you. I'm a huge fan. You're so talented." She spoke quickly, her eyes shining brightly with excitement. "You're even more beautiful in person. Thank you for agreeing to this and selecting me to be your interviewer. I know this interview is the first of its kind. I'm incredibly grateful to be part of it."

Y/N listened closely, nodding her head, following along, silently studying the woman before her, then standing up and leaning in for a sweet embrace. Leslie was visibly losing her mind, Y/N shared words of encouragement as she held her. She's sweet, astonishingly delightful and humble.

“Thank you so much. Leslie, you’re very kind. I appreciate you taking us up on the offer. We took time to watch your interviews and were blown away by your style. We knew immediately you were the one we wanted to create this with. We're really excited."

"I still can't believe you two know who I am. I'm so nervous. I apologize in advance if I become even more of a blubbering mess when Mr. Jackson joins us. I know he's your—"

"Oh, please call me Michael. It's lovely to finally meet you." A delicate voice sounded from behind Leslie. Y/N watched as he made his way to the seat next to her, a smile on her face and a light blush across her cheeks. Michael held his hand out to greet Leslie, but she was frozen.

"I'm— Wow— Okay." She stuttered. "This is real. This is happening. Michael, it's great to meet you. I'm a huge fan of you. Both of you. I'm actively struggling to process all of this." She giggled as she gestured toward the two celebrities in front of her. "I— wow. This is mind boggling."

"Thank you. We feel the exact same way. We admire your work as well." Michael said with soft laughter, as Leslie appeared to forget how to breathe. He then directed his attention to Y/N.

"You grow more beautiful by the second. My love, how do you feel, are you comfortable?" He kissed her cheek, gently resting his hand on top of hers. Michael made a habit of asking her that question throughout their relationship. If for any reason she didn't feel safe in a space, no explanation was needed, just a yes or a no and Michael would whisk her away. He knew firsthand how this industry operated and he intended to protect her at all costs.

"You're such a flirt. I’m doing just fine. Thank you honey." She giggled, hiding behind her long hair.

"The two minutes we had to part in the hallway were dreadful.” Michael pouted clutching his chest for dramatic effect.

"Those two minutes were nearly unsurvivable." Y/ N sweetly agreed while caressing his cheek.

It was beautiful to watch them interact in a somewhat private setting. The way they love one another was so authentic, so intimate, but not far enough to be uncomfortable for those in their company. It was real. They're just two people, with unfathomable talent, insane lifestyles but deeply in love and undeniably their true selves.

"We're ready to go!" A man's voice echoed through the studio.

Leslie nodded, taking a few deep breaths and glancing over her notes one last time.

"Three, Two, One." The cameraman spoke, pointing over to Leslie, signaling her to begin her introduction.

"Good evening, I'm Leslie Johnson, thank you for joining us tonight. Tonight is vastly different from our usual programming because tonight you are witnessing history in the making. Our first ever live interview with undoubtedly the two greatest stars this generation has ever seen. They are gifted with talent you only see once in a lifetime. These two phenomenons aren't only loved and respected for their craft, but also the positive impact they make to protect the earth and all of humanity. They have gracefully taken over the business and they are just getting started. Please help me in welcoming our guests for tonight, as if further introduction is needed, the people's sweetheart, Miss Y/N Y/L/N and the one and only, Mister Michael Jackson." She held her smile as the camera fanned out, Y/N and Michael now on screen.

"Thank you for having us Leslie." Michael spoke up for the both of them.

"Thank you both for making this production what it is. I must add that 100% of the proceeds for tonights event are being graciously donated to the charities of our guests choosing." The entire crew behind the cameras began cheering. Michael smiled, covering his face slightly at the scene in front of him. Y/N, reached over holding his hand, smiling ear to ear as she admired him. She helped calm his nerves and soon enough he wasn’t shielding his smile.

"Let's get started!" Leslie clapped. "I'll start with a question for Michael, you've been in this industry since you were five years old, there is so much pressure in your chosen profession, with the mass hysteria that follows, how do you preserve who you are and remain so humble?"

"That's a great question." He spoke softly, shifting in his seat, then continuing. "My upbringing plays an important role in that, my values and morals were something instilled in me at a very young age. As I’ve grown up in this industry, as you pointed out, I witnessed many great artists and their careers. I knew early on what I wanted to do and how I wanted to accomplish it, so watching those that came before me helped to navigate through tough times. It's a difficult lifestyle, but I remind myself daily how thankful I am for the gifts god has blessed me with and the opportunities he's allowed me to experience. Also, it helps to surround yourself with beautiful people who you admire and who help you grow in ways that you never imagined possible. I'm very blessed." A visible warmth took over his cheeks as he very bluntly referred to his girlfriend sitting next to him.

"Lovely, it's amazing to see how you handle everything thrown at you. It's clear that you have a beautiful heart and being in your presence it's overwhelming because of how genuine you are. It's difficult to wrap our minds around it, because you don't let the fame get to your head. It's admirable. I would like to know, Y/N, how you feel, is there anything you would like to add?"

"Michael is one of a kind. All his talent aside, Michael the person is so incredibly caring, hysterical, gentle and thoughtful. I feel that's why people fall in love with him. They hear his music, they see him perform and it's so magical that you want to know how it came to be, you want to understand the real person on a deeper level. When you dig deeper you find this soft-spoken, intelligent, compassionate and crazy handsome man. To fall in love with him is inevitable." As Y/N spoke, Michael watched her intently. He worshipped her, the love struck look on his face and you just knew, you could feel him falling more in love with her with each passing second.

"That sounds like you're speaking from experience." Leslie joked. "Y/N, you made your acting debut as a toddler, though you didn't have many speaking lines in your first film, you managed to capture the hearts of people all around the world. My question is, how have you managed to gracefully grow into the young woman before us today and still have a firm hold on our hearts?"

"My guess is as good as yours." She giggled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "l'd say, I did my best with every opportunity I was blessed with. Although it was difficult at times, I focused on protecting who I was and who I wanted to be away from the spotlight. I was lucky enough to be surrounded by a team that protected my privacy to the best of their abilities. This helped me to have the most normal of a childhood I could, but unfortunately, I still missed out on a lot. I shared most of my life, whether I wanted to or was forced to, the media can be very invasive at times. However, I've tried to make the best out of every situation, so I think that's something that people related to and also, many people feel as though they've grown up with me."

“Yes, I can't imagine how difficult it must’ve been to deal with grown men chasing you around with cameras at such a young age." Leslie responded with a hint of a frown as she processed Y/N’s explanation.

"Now, it's just me she has to deal with." Michael surprisingly perked up, making camera noises with his mouth and holding an imaginary camera. Y/N laughed uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking as she held her stomach. Michael sat up straighter than before with a triumphant grin on his face, proud of himself for making her laugh.

"She has the best laugh, doesn’t she?" Michael gushed, watching adoringly as Y/N tried to compose herself.

"That she does." Leslie smirked, enjoying watching Michael become more comfortable. "This next question is for both of you. You're two of the most recognizable faces in the world, everyone is curious, how you manage to go out and have a peaceful day or night out on the town?"

"It's definitely a challenge. There is definitely intense planning that goes into anything we do. Thankfully, we both have incredible security teams, so they join forces for us when we want to get out and explore together." Y/N responded quickly.

"We've accepted that if were out in public we will never truly be alone. Privacy is out of the question, which we've made our peace with. We don't mind meeting fans, conversing with locals, that’s not a problem. They are always very kind and respectful. Paparazzi on the other hand are a different story. They add a layer of uncertainty in the air and they can be very aggressive. If they just calmed down and gave us a bit of personal space we could all coexist peacefully." Michael added.

"I'm glad you brought that up Michael, you gave me the perfect segue to my next question. It's well known that photographers and paparazzi can become very intense when trying to capture a shot. Y/N, there was an incident last month when you attended the Grammy Awards with Michael. There was a massive commotion that took place on the red carpet. Many theories have been circulating the media, which purposely paint the two of you in a negative light. I feel that due to the nature of the issue you two should get the opportunity to tell your side of the story. The truth. Would one or both of you like to answer this and set the record straight?"

Y/N appeared to grow more nervous as the question left Leslie’s mouth. She tucked her hair behind her ear and shifted her gaze over to Michael, who was already looking back at her.

"Leslie, there are people that push boundaries that simply shouldn’t be pushed." Michael began, shaking his head softly, enveloping Y/N's hand in both of his. "That night, there were a few photographers that were screaming louder than the others, really nasty things, specifically towards my lady. We did our best to drown that out until it became physical. Y/N endured bruises down her arm and back from being aggressively grabbed at, so I had no choice but to step in. On top of that, they attempted to photograph up her dress, which is just despicable. I did what needed to be done to keep her safe. I will not apologize for that."

"It was a terrifying experience, the backlash that followed was so unexpected and hurtful." Y/N's demeanor growing more guarded as she thought of how to answer. "I never thought something like that could happen. Michael did get into a bit of a physical altercation, which has been completely taken out of context as well. Although he was very upset he still attempted to diffuse the situation using his words, but he wasn’t given much of a choice. In the end, he protected me and I'm lucky he was there." Michael followed every motion of her lips intently with a small smirk on his lips.

“Michael, I have to say what we’re all thinking, who knew you had such a mean right hook.” Leslie chuckled. "Thank you for such honest words. I empathize deeply with what you were subjected to. I’m glad you have such an amazing partner. You two complement each other beautifully. I just have to ask, everyone is curious, since Michael is in the music industry and Y/N is in the film industry, how did the two of you meet?"

“Well, this man is sneaky let me tell you.” The smile on Y/N’s face, squeezing her eyes nearly shut. “So, Michael had his people contact mine to plan a meeting of some sort. He insisted he wanted me in a music video—”

“Babe, you’re forgetting a very important detail. We had met at the Oscars the night before and she basically asked me on a date—”

“Oh, you are exaggerating!”

“You said, and I quote, ‘I can’t wait to see you again.’ with a very flirtatious wink.” Michael reasoned, shifting in his seat to face her.

“You showered me with compliments Mr. Jackson. Within five minutes of meeting one another he told me it wasn’t until he met me that he believed in love.”

“And I was telling the truth.”

“And I was flirting.” She winked at him, causing his face to turn a bright shade of red.

“I guess it’s safe to say there was a mutual interest between the two of you. Will we ever see Y/N star in one of your music videos?”

“You know it’s something I’d love to create. I mean she has inspired a lot of my writing process these days. It seems fitting that my muse be in a video or two or three..” Michael’s voice becoming more playful as he tried to conceal his smirk.

“Y/N, how do you feel hearing you’re his muse? Would you be interested in starring alongside Michael in a film?” Leslie questioned, keeping the conversation moving.

“I’m flattered. It’s very flattering.” Y/N’s hand pressed against her cheek as she tried not to giggle uncontrollably. Michael licked his lips as he watched the effect his words had on her. “He’s so sweet. I’m a fan of everything Michael creates. Honestly, his voice is hands down my favorite sound. You know, to make a film together would be awesome. I would love that! I think Michael would do a phenomenal job.”

“You’ve been together for quite some time. I’m sure you’ve had some lovely adventures with one another. Are there any special memories you’re comfortable sharing with us? And, is there anything you look forward to experiencing together that you haven’t yet?”

“First vacation together?” Michael raised his eyebrow at Y/N.

“Michael invited me to accompany him in Italy.” Y/N had this sparkle in her as she looked back at Michael. It was like they were the only two people in the room.

“Italy? Wow. Michael, you brought out the big guns.” Leslie laughed.

“Oh yes. I was on tour at the time and thankfully I had scheduled days off in between each concert, so it worked out perfectly.”

“That was the first time I saw him on stage.” Y/N gushed.

“How was it to see Michael in action? What is the most memorable thing?”

“He’s magic. There’s no other way to describe it. I always tease him about it because he makes it seem like he’s just going for a walk. Performing comes so natural to him. He said, ‘I have to go do something.’ Kissed me on the cheek then went on stage in front of hundreds of thousands of people. He was so nonchalant about it. It’s a sweet unpretentious kind of confidence.” Y/N giggled, reaching over to tuck Michael’s curl behind his ear, which he playfully rolled his eyes at.

“I was trying to impress her. When she arrived at the stadium, I was reminded just how out of my league this woman is—”

“Oh stop!” Y/N poked his side, causing him to let out a deep laugh. “You were very intimidating to meet Mr. Jackson.”

“So were you dear.” He brought her hand to meet his lips. “So were you.”

“Bubbles watched me like a hawk! That boy would squeeze in between us if we sat next to one another. He was difficult to win over.”

“He loves you now.”

“Yes. At the end of our first date, Michael walked me back to my room and as we were about to kiss goodnight, I was launched into the pool. Bubbles’ and I have been inseparable since.”

“That was just his way of welcoming you to the family.” Michael shrugged, biting his lip hard to keep from hollering. “It’s like an initiation.”

“Initiation?” Y/N’s tone was enough to make Michael lose it. His signature fedora nearly fell off his head as his laughter filled the air.

“You are his favorite now. Y/N comes over and he’s glued to her hip. He pushes me away now.”

“He threw an entire cake at Michael the other day.” She buried her face in her hands as her shoulders began bouncing rhythmically.

“Yes! The candles were lit too.”

“What happened? Why did he throw the cake at you?” Leslie asked between laughs.

“It was Y/N’s birthday. We had finished singing to her and I leaned in for a kiss which he absolutely lost his mind over.” Michael explained, “Fortunately, most of the candles blew out as the cake flew through the air, but one did burn a hole in my coat.”

“I didn’t know Bubbles had such great aim.” Leslie spoke in shock.

“Bubbles’ is very passionate.” Michael’s face was serious “He’ll yell at me if I’m stealing too much of Y/N’s attention.”

“Aw, he’s not that bad.” Y/N tried to reason.

“He’s not bad. He just bullies me sometimes.” Michael fake pouted and crossed his arms. His beloved leaned her head on his shoulder, trying to comfort him although she couldn’t help giggling just a little bit.

“Oh no!” Leslie exclaimed. “It sounds like you’ve got competition. Speaking of kisses, Michael, every picture I see of the two of you, you’ve got your lips on Y/N. You are usually very reserved, what is it about Y/N that brings out that side of you?”

“I’m comfortable when I’m with her. I’m able to be myself. Also, nothing will stop me from showing my lady some love.” Michael pulled Y/N closer, gently placing his finger on her chin turning her head to face him.

The kiss was short and sweet.

Michael was very deliberate when it involved Y/N. He never wanted her to doubt his love for her. He knew how he wanted to make her feel. Then, did whatever it took to accomplish just that. The look in Y/N eyes said it all, Michael never missed.

“I have to ask, as we begin to wrap things up. Michael, Y/N, where do you see yourselves in five years? Are there any goals you have as a couple or as individuals you’d like to share?” The brunette spoke, flipping her page over quietly.

“Together? We will definitely be married and have at least a dozen little ones running around Neverland.” Michael answered quickly, his tone very matter of fact as if we should’ve known that already.

“Bubbles’ does need siblings.” Y/N added with a smile.

“How would you two juggle family responsibilities and your careers?” Leslie asked carefully.

“Well, I think we’d figure it out along the way. The most important thing to us would be raising our babies. We didn’t have much of a childhood ourselves, so we’d be very hands on in order to give them everything we didn’t have. When it comes to our careers, if Michael is touring we’d join him on the road, if I’m filming on location they’d come along. It just depends. Maybe one of or both of us would want to be stay at home parents. At the end of the day, what’s best for our children is the number one priority.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself lovely.” Michael complimented her, practically gawking at her, clearly loving that they were on the same page about their shared future.

The interview came to a close shortly after. Michael and Y/N went around the studio the same way they did when they first arrived. They had intended to say their goodbyes, but enjoyed everyone’s company too much to leave just yet. They posed for photographs and signed every item sent their way with a smile on their face. What should’ve been just a few hours turned into a daylong event. The couple stayed for a little celebration party and treated the crew to a lovely dinner.

Three months later, Michael and Y/N were the headlines of every publication. Their faces were on every television channel. The media was in a state of hysteria that has never been seen before. It turns out that the couple was husband and wife. They had gotten married and managed to keep it secret for a whole year, but that wasn’t the only surprise.

The Jackson’s were expecting their first child together.

Y/N was about five months along.

The pair was thrilled about starting their family.

The craziest part of the whole story was a detail that the media would never know. Three months earlier, Michael and Y/N shared their news with everyone present in the studio that day. They felt comfortable enough to trust us with such a precious moment in their lives. Since then, the couple enjoyed a somewhat quiet three months without anyone spoiling their announcement or betraying their trust.

We didn’t just make history that night we formed a bond, an incredible friendship that would last a lifetime.

#michael jackson imagine #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson imagines #michael jackson fanfiction #michael jackson fanfic

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multiplicity-positivity · 1 month ago

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Here’s some positivity for systems who have doubles!

Doubles, or introjects who share the same source individual, are a common occurrence in the plural community, and may be common within a single system! Most introjects are unable to choose their source, and there is nothing wrong with having multiple introjects of the same person, character, object, being, or concept in your own system. This post goes out to all the systems with doubles out there!

👯 Shoutout to those who feel like their doubles are their kin, siblings, twins, or family members!

⚔️ Shoutout to doubles who used to be at odds but are learning how to get along better!

🍃 Shoutout to those who are dating, married, or partnered to another double inside or outside their own system!

🎶 Shoutout to doubles who have varying source memories, and to doubles with no source memories at all!

🖇 Shoutout to doubles who advocate for solidarity and camaraderie amongst doubles in systems everywhere!

✨ Shoutout to those who have been called proshippers for dating fellow doubles, or who have had their relationship dubbed “selfcest” by others!

🐾 Shoutout to doubles who are incredibly different and share nothing but their source!

🍂 Shoutout to doubles who are together or individually trying to separate from their source for their own comfort and safety!

🪺 Shoutout to those who feel like they are doubles due to one member being a fictive and another being an introject of the person who created their source character!

💕 Shoutout to those who greatly enjoy being able to engage and connect with their doubles!

We hope every introject out there who has met or interacted with a double, inside or outside of their system, can have a wonderful day! There is absolutely nothing wrong with two headmates sharing the same source individual. You should feel welcome to live your lives in the ways that you choose, without feeling like your choices are being policed or dictated by others!

Doubles, not only are we wishing you ample agency and autonomy in your lives, but we are also wishing you happiness, comfort, and self-acceptance! Rest assured, you are wanted, you belong, your relationships are meaningful (yes, even if they are with other doubles!) and you are unique and special in your own ways. Please do your best to take care of yourselves and each other, and have a wonderful day!

#plurality #pluralgang #multiplicity #actuallyplural #plural positivity #system positivity #plural pride #system pride #introjects #fictives #factives #doubles

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mybrothercainmybrotherabel · 12 days ago

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TDAAC timepool AU part 2

@moonmeg

“Are ye out of yer mind?!” Micah demanded. Robyn started heading for his grandparents house, Micah grabbed his arm.

“Let go, Mikey!”

“What are ye even plannin’?” Micah demanded, “Ye don't even ken the full story of what happened that day. Are ye just gonna go up to ye da's brother and say, ‘Please don't murder yer kin’?”

Robyn clenched his fists. “I could scare him off, or…”

“Or what?” Micah demanded, Robyn looked down, his fists were shaking, “Kill him?”

“He'd deserve it! He's a murderer!”

“But yer not!”

Tears were forming in Robyn's eyes. “Killing him could save my father.”

“If he is the murderer, what if he isn't?”

“If he isn't then why did my mom never tell me I had an uncle?”

“I dinna ken, but even if he is the murderer, could ye really take a life?”

Micah took Robyn's face and forced him to meet his eye, his big golden eyes were pleading. Deep down he knew his boyfriend was right. He knew but…he hated it…he felt tears well up in his eyes unbidden. Anger subsided as grief overwhelmed him.

“I want to know him so bad, Mikey…”

“I ken…”

“It's not fair…”

Micah wrapped his arms around Robyn and pulled him close. Robyn buried his face into Micah's shoulder.

“Let's go to the Lunaris festival.” Micah said.

“I thought you said…”

“Ye shouldn't warn him? Aye. And I stand by that. Ye canna go changin’ the past. But ye should meet yer father, at least once.”

Robyn wiped his eyes and smiled at Micah. They took each other's hands and walked to town square where people were putting up decorations. They spotted Caleb struggling to put up a banner without magic. Robyn looked at Micah who gave a small, encouraging smile. Mustering up his courage, Robyn ran over.

“Here, let me help with that!” He volunteered, running over to hold up the other side of the banner.

“Thank you.” Caleb said. They finished hanging the banner and Caleb smiled at him. Robyn's mind started racing, his whole life he wanted to meet his father, but now that the moment was here, what could he say?

“Is this your first Lunaris festival?” Robyn finally blurted out.

Caleb laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Is it that obvious?”

“No, just…you don't look like you're from around here, that's all…”

“Admittedly, where I'm from we don't have festivals quite like this.”

“Hey, Blondie,” Catherine called, she ran over to them and took Caleb’s hand. “Dance with me!”

“Oh…I don't dance…”

Catherine smiled, “You do tonight, come on!”

Caleb shot Robyn a resigned look. “I better go. Thanks again for the help. Enjoy the festival.”

“Yeah…” Robyn managed to say as his mother pulled Caleb onto the dance floor. He stood watching them as Micah came up behind him and took his hand.

“They both look so happy together.” Micah commented as the young couple fell in step together. Robyn wasn't sure if he had ever seen his mother look so happy or carefree.

“They really loved each other…” Robyn said. Micah squeezed Robyn's hand. Robyn took a breath and wiped his eyes. “Come on, let's go. Viv is probably starting to worry.”

“Aye.”

Hand in hand the two boys turned their backs on the past and headed back home.

#moonmeg #caleb wittebane #the owl house #toh #Tdaac

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firstfullmoon · 1 year ago

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When you find your people you’ll still look over your shoulder sometimes to see if you’re being followed. You’re hoping one or two people you don’t know will want to see where you’re going. When you find your people they won’t ask you where you came from because they’ll already know & if they don’t they’ll be busy putting good food on your plate & asking you if you’re hungry or broke. When you find your people they’ll tell you to use any bathroom you want, marry anybody you want, work side-by-side for long hours with full wages without any fear of being harmed. When you find your people they’ll throw their star to you, offer you their love song & say you need to listen to this dance & shine with us whether or not you know all the steps. When you find your people they’ll say Do You Remember & you’ll say Yes until you remember together the different ways the whole thing happened. When you find your people they’ll say wear whatever you want, wear the tightest dress, wear your hot pants, your fishnets, your damn birthday suit. They’ll say we love your black skin & drag & fat & natural hair & we love you from your roots so please just live & don’t let anybody kill you or tell you they’ve killed you & you’re just fine the dead way you are. When you find your people don’t leave them & don’t let them off the hook when they are in the wrong. When they are trying to take themselves out of the world lay your hands on them & call them yours & yours & yours. When you find your people be sure you’ve been preparing your difficult heart by loving yourself, & what you pretend you don’t know you actually do, so that when you see your kin smiling into your eyes, the soft or tough flags of their hands covering yours in a truth so light & fierce, you see you all have been midair for some time, & could go higher, & burn some shit up, if you remembered what else is good, everywhere & everywhere you look.

— Rachel Eliza Griffiths, “Chosen Family,” in Seeing the Body

#w #poetry #rachel eliza griffiths #ode to friendship

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trancylovecraft · 1 year ago

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Um hello, could you write some relationship headcanons for Lucifer from Blue Exorcist with a half human/ half angel s/o? If that’s alright with you, please and thank you. I liked your recent Blue Exorcist headcanons and I’m also excited for season 3!

(BLUE EXORCIST) YANDERE LUCIFER x HALF-ANGEL! READER: Headcannons

Thank you for ordering!

Come again soon!

• Thank you SO much for requesting aoex lucifer like OMG we need more yandere fics of him (and aoex) and I'm willing to provide

• Since angels don’t exist in Aoex as a reference I’m gonna use the stereotypical angel as a guide.

• This takes place following my other headcannons of him once he finally captures you.

• As soon as he does he notices something off about you. A lump in the back of your clothing that seemed to twitch or the way your wounds bled golden.

• Firstly he’d be absolutely stunned. Angels exist? Ridiculous! Yet as he sees your unconscious form, Wings splayed out and all there was no denying it.

• He’d totally be into it though. Lucifer views himself as perfection and you being such a holy and pure being just matches him perfectly.

• Even though you are only half, Though.

• He has a lot of questions about your heritage. Which one of your parents are an angel? Have you met them? Do archangels exist too? Are one of them your parent?

• He asks these questions in such a monotone voice yet he’s really intrigued by who sired you.

• Lucifer also asks about heaven, if you’ve been there and If there really is one and there is a god

• He asks about your wings too. Lucifer thinks they’re absolutely divine and asks (Near pleadingly) to touch them. To which you back away in aversion until his guards bring you forth, He doesn’t care whether you say yes or no. You’re his so he can caress your wings all he wants.

• Unironically calls you “My Angel” with a straight face.

• When your forced to sleep in the same bed as him he constantly strokes the feathers of your wings, Finding comfort in them.

• Will be testing your blood for any healing properties for his elixr’s. If you do then there is absolutely no way you’re getting out of this place.

• You move to a bigger room so you have more space for your wings.

• The clothing he gets for you will be much more ‘Angelic’ with mostly whites and pastels. Its all for his delusion of divinity with you, Even if you are only half.

• Youll live longer because of your blood. Lucifer is glad about that because it gives him more time to find a way to make you immortal alongside him.

• Homare now goes to bird care classes on her time off.

• Lucifer, When he has a good body, Likes to take you around museums (Which he rents out so you two are alone) and gets you to explain what happened in the religious sections.

• Even if you have no clue since you’re half human and weren’t born around that time, He’ll believe any gibberish you make up and listen with interest.

• Even though he is a demon, He does view himself as more of an angel so he doesn’t see any issue when you say you cant be together due to your conflicting sides. (And that he kidnapped you and touches your wings without consent, But he wasn’t really listening to that part)

• If you ever try to escape him by flying off he will catch you. Both his siblings, Their kin and the Illuminati will have no problem tracking you down.

• The worst part is when you kneel before him after being recaptured, Surrounded by the entire Illuminati as he softly threatens to clip your wings if you do it again.

• Afterwards you now wear leg weights to make it more difficult. While he would definitely clip your wings he wants to keep them in perfect condition, So you’re safe another day.

• Good luck trying to cry for your angelic parent when you’re locked in a angelically warded room!

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5five5five5five5five5five · 1 month ago

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am i aware that Five and viktor rarely get along, always butt heads and are the end and beginning of their own destruction, the apocalypse and the survivor? am i aware that time and isolation on both ends changed them as people and that they have real no connection anymore and always seem to be going in opposite directions, both in the plot and physically? am i aware that their bond as kids was most likely due to them being isolated from the group, both due to their fathers actions and five's ego to where the other siblings found him hard to be around. am i aware that them not being close might actually be healthy for them in the long term? and that now that viktor isn't being PHYSICALLY SEDATED that its harder for them to be the same person they were as a child? and maybe the bond wasn't as wholesome as we all think and five was just as much an asshole and controlling as he is in the show but before, viktor didn't care and had very little say in much and was just glad that someone wanted to hang out with him? yes. yes i do.

Do i still think if they tried and became roommates that they would realize they are both still like musicals together, want to touch glass and see big balls of twine together, drink and that if they just talked and there wasn't a appending DOOM every god dam minute, they can bond like PEOPLE and not like APPOSING SIDES? yes. like the only reason they continuously butt heads is that five thinks he knows it all, wants to rush everyone out and viktor wants to do what he feels is right witch is never logical to Five or the team as a whole. and its always, even at the START was bc of the apocalypse, the dooms day, the kugelblitz etc. they rarely, if ever besides maybe the wedding, had a talk that doesn't have heavy shit surrounding them.

just let them be happy. i think if they just got high and had floor time together and stared at the ceiling, they could rekindle something. or maybe i just love viktor and kin five and just want them to be cool roommates....but EVERY TIME its like- me, a apathetic person when my kin is apathetic: GASP.

Five needs to stop. just once. please. let viktor talk.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #tua #viktor hargreeves

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kottkrig · 9 months ago

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To Embrace The Shadow: Absolution (End)

Lucretia is faced with her own mistakes and what the consequences might be if she forgets why they call her the Shadow Mother.

World of Warcraft | Original Characters

Found Family

“Can you come home now?”

Zala looked up from Lucretia’s arms with misty eyes. The elf often asked to be held without any fear of her mentor's sobering presence.

“Yes, of course. I will not abandon my people, and I owe you three a lot for securing my recovery ahead of time…” Lucretia faced her anticipating audience. The men were reaching out as if she might slip away again, but they were too modest to ignore decorum as quickly as their Sister.

“First of all, you deserve an apology.”

Letting Zala go, she floated back as much as she could in their modest space. She took off her miter, which was constructed from nothing but pure energy, as was the rest of her; the Shadow Mother was the wraith of a mortality left behind. The vessel she mantled was the one her people knew best, and she let it appear largely as cadaverous as she was before her ascension. She refused to be ashamed of her undeath, which she never chose for herself. Failing her kin, however, was a result of her choices.

The trio watched as she apologized for her arrogance, for taking their loyalty for granted. She was sorry for seeing herself as above consulting them about her plans, and just expecting them to comply. Her overconfidence put them all in danger and left them to clean up her mess.

The prestige tied to her name was earned, but she was not invincible, and she was the most responsible for reminding them that neither were they.

“My greatest joy would be for you to one day walk your own ways, but I cannot let you go with the presumption that any of us are untouchable. It would violate our third and most difficult tenet, and in turn, undo the others. All three must work together.”

They stared at her in stunned silence. It certainly confirmed her arrogance.

“But I have shackled your growth, and you have every right to be disappointed with me.”

Zala was quick to accept her apology. Lucretia had a hunch that she was just exhilarated with their reunion, as their bond sometimes leaned on the familial side over simply teacher and student. It wasn’t Lucretia’s intention for Zala to become so attached that it might hurt her autonomy, and they would have to work on that. Lafayette was similar, albeit more guarded with his opinion. It was likely that he followed Zala’s initiative, as he often did choose to go with the flow and submit to a more assurant personality. Only when the following silence got too tense for him did he seem to add his own input.

“You couldn’t predict that this would happen. But maybe… maybe we should have talked more beforehand. We could have helped you prepare better.”

Lucretia agreed with him and was pleased to hear him speak his mind. She then faced Cletus and found him avoiding her gaze. She had supervised him the longest, with promises of prestige dangling in front of him–which she knew he would eventually achieve–but she had held him back for years. Perhaps she feared for his safety, or perhaps she savored having such loyal acolytes at her beck and call, but loyalty was unwise without mutual trust. It might have dawned upon him and made him hesitant. She could not blame him.

They didn’t need to forgive her, and she was hoping that they would take their time with their final decision. Receiving her humility was what they deserved. As for herself, she could handle any heat coming her way from the cult. Uppity Dark Clerics who thought she got her comeuppance were insignificant when she had the honor of seeing her students flourish together.

Things eventually started returning to relative normalcy, but Lucretia had to rethink her approach as a teacher. She decided to bring the trio aside, one at a time, and offer to loosen her grip on them. If they were to grow further, they needed to be challenged, and she could use her privileged position to advance theirs.

Lafayette’s anxiety held him back from progressing any faster than at a sloth’s pace, and Lucretia knew that she contributed to his sheltering. The living and the dead could walk all over him, and he would take it in silence instead of standing his ground. His success in reclaiming control of his sight tasted of the respect that he longed for. It was going to be a lifelong journey to challenge his fears, and he would be facing setbacks, but such were the trials they all faced as early as learning their first tenet. He often settled among the cult’s archives, where anyone who needed something had to consult an archivist. If he was taught on how to manage their texts, others were wise to respect someone who held onto occult knowledge.

Zala rambled on about a dozen things on her wishlist, but it wasn’t quite material things that Lucretia had in mind. They could revisit that matter at another time, so the two concluded that her role in preserving their grounds should broaden beyond menial labor and patrols in Deathknell. She had proven that she could plan for and journey into the unknown, and then return safely on her own. An elven ranger was exceptional for sweeping across the wilds with her silvan knowledge, and even someplace as haunted as Lordaeron needed care to maintain balance. It was her home, and she should be free to explore and nurture it. Lucretia urged her to be vigilant as the eyes of the Forgotten Shadow, and Zala eagerly swore to honor the trust put in her.

Cletus’s relationship with her had become tense. He fought harder than he should have for their sake, and was facing burnout as his only reward if he was just going back to being her eternal promising student. For one who had come so far, she still hadn’t ordained him. They both knew that his weak point was vainglory, and while power was what they all sought, every cultist had to constantly measure their capacity for it. Even the most successful of Dark Clerics weren't above remembering the tenets, or they risked falling like she had done. Cletus could charm his way forward all he wanted, but it meant nothing if he wouldn’t practice what he had been preaching in this time. Whenever he felt certain about it, Lucretia promised to be there to avow his commitment, and bow back at him as an equal.

She was self-aware enough to recognize her worries about letting go of control, knowing what it might cost a Shadow priest to be careless. She was proof herself of what rigid discipline could accomplish, but her students would never be able to breathe if they couldn’t reach above the surface. All four of them were left with scars reminding them of their trials, that they saw it through, and that there would be more trials to come. They would continue to face failure, prejudice, hatred and devastating loss, and she couldn’t always be there to protect them. What she could do was teach them how to protect themselves, and each other, until they were ready to walk their own ways. Their paths were not for her to decide for them, when such was not the will of the Forsaken.

It was challenging to adapt and persist through difficult times, and there may be endless time for any Forsaken to lead. But they were a stubborn people, and when those who reviled them as abominations kicked them down, they crawled back up and spat in the faces of their oppressors. The Cult of Forgotten Shadows sought to enhance what it meant to be Forsaken, and when to be Forsaken meant spiteful survival, they embraced the shadow that had been cast over them.

#the REAL final boss of this campaign: a codependent relationship #also yaaaaay we're done #this is the longest thing i've written as a newish writer thank u for the feedback everyone ily💜💜💜#to embrace the shadow #character: lucretia #character: lafayette #character: zala #character: cletus #kott writes

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suuuupernovaaa · 2 years ago

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kin

kin [English] vtr. need

Jake hasn't seen you in weeks, and he's desperate for you.

Rated M. Mindless smut.

853 words.

When Jake finally appeared, it had been weeks since I had set my eyes on him. His training was growing intense, and my family still did not know that I was meeting with him in secret. That made it very, very difficult for us to see each other - but we had to.

"Y/N," he growled my name, and my knees went week. It was a good thing I was already laying down in the soft grass of the meadow where we often met up, or I would have collapsed.

I was absolutely desperate for him by the time he reached me, hovering over me, and as we kissed, I removed loin cloth and ran my hands down his thighs. Wasting no time, I reached down and grasped his length, already surprisingly hard, and he groaned into my mouth.

I worked slowly, up and down, applying a soft pressure. “Fuck, Y/N” he whispered, and removed my hand. “I need to see you.”

I obliged by sitting up so he could take off my coverings, and then lay down so he could remove my loin cloth. He placed a tender kiss between my breasts once I was completely naked before him, then began a trail of hot kisses from my breasts, to my naval, and stopped on my inner thigh. He grazed the sensitive spot where my thigh meets my pelvis with his teeth, and I squirmed underneath of him.

If there was one thing Jake liked to do, it was tease. It drove me wild every single time, and left me panting and insane with need.

“Jake, please,” I breathed, and he chuckled.

“Yes, love,” he whispered.

He dipped his head down low, and spread my folds with his fingers so that he could lap at my clit with ease.

I arched my back and covered my mouth so I wouldn’t moan too loudly. He dipped his head even lower and put his tongue inside me, and my thighs trembled on either side of his head.

“I need you inside me, Jake,” I panted, but he didn’t listen. He resumed licking my clit, slowly and steadily, pushing me towards the edge, and plunged two fingers into my core, curving them upwards towards my most sensitive spot.

“Oh, god,” I exclaimed, muffled by my arm still over my face. I felt light headed with the sudden rush of pleasure, but Jake did not let up. He hummed as he licked my sensitive bud, a trick he’d started trying recently, and I felt like my whole body was on fire.

“Please, Jake,” I whimpered, and finally, he relented.

He removed his hand and mouth, leaving me empty and needy, at between my legs, staring down at me, moving so slowly that I was sure he must have been punishing me.

I stood up and shoved him down in the grass, running very quickly out of patience.

I knelt between his knees. This was something I had been nervous to try, but it felt like the perfect occasion for it.

I took his length into my hand as he stared down at me in awe, and guided it towards my wet, open mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

I took his dick into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the tip. I felt the thud of Jake lying back on the grass as I worked his cock further down my throat, trying not to gag.

He was moaning louder than I’d ever heard, and it made me feel so powerful. I experimented with different types of pressure, using my hand and my mouth together, trying to elicit a response from him.

Before long, he yanked me up by my shoulders. I was worried I’d been doing something wrong, until he smashed his lips to mine and then threw me back onto down.

“You’re fucking incredible. I love you,” he said as he lined up at my entrance.

“I love you,” I replied, and he plunged into me quickly. “Oh, Ewya,” I moaned.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” he said, thrusting harder and harder.

I reached down to touch my clit, but he batted my hand away to replace it with his. “All your pleasure is mine,” he hissed, and I covered my mouth to stifle another loud moan.

He kept a relentless pace, pounding in and out of me and assaulting my clit, and I was absolutely at his mercy. All I could do was cover my mouth to keep from screaming as he took me higher and higher, until I was tumbling over the edge with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced, my walls clenching around him, bringing him to his release.

He lay on top of me when we were both finished and exhausted, and eventually rolled to the side, so we were both staring at the star-laden sky.

"I can't wait that long again," Jake said finally, and reached over to take my hand into his.

"Then don't," I replied, and we smiled at each other.

Whatever it took, I knew we would find a way to be together.

#Jake sully #Jake sully smut #avatar #avatar 2 #Jake sully x reader

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year ago

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well, i see that your blog is cock friendly, and even tho its a jikook blog, there is something that i think we should adress (i'm not saying that this could be a reason for jk's crush, im not saying it could not), but...

Namjoon's cock!!!!! I suare, if everything in that body is proporcional, you know, i mean YOU KNOW he is fucking big!

Oh anon I really wish you hadn't gone there.

Now we must talk about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda. We now need to delve into this and get to the root of the issue. We must!

Jimin's hand on RM's lap.

JK: 👀

Love it. Okay let's take a look at some photos, shall we? Jimin's type.

Oh wait, before we proceed, JK's crush on RM i have never thought of it as an actual true crush. I think its played of as such for laughs. But I think JK just really admired him for his talents and what not and I don't think JK is attracted to RM in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Imo.

Now back to Jimin's type. 😁

Number 1) Wonho

Number 2) Black interviewer

Number 3) Usher

Number 4) JB who is basically JK's doppelganger in some of his photos 😅

Number 5) Gonna casually drop Tony

And last but not least Number 6) The main topic:

Jimin has a type. Okay? He likes them muscles and them thick men and them hot men and them arms and chests...and thighs... anyway, Mimi has a type. And while none of the men above hold a candle to his actual boyfriend, you can see the similarities.

Jungtiddies. Check

Thighs. Check

Arms. Check

The whole damn body. Check

Where I'm I going with this you ask? In short what I'm trying to say is, RM is Jimin's type. My friends and I disected this the other day and concluded the JK Minimoni thing probably has something to do with the fact that RM is Jimin's type to a T. JK looks at RM and sees himself. And then add the fact that RM is a genius and JK's insecurity goes through the roof!

(And like anon mentioned, JK has that Jungkonda, yes but on this post I also share what RM is working with so.... like I said. JK & RM, same thing basically 😂)

See, yeah, JK comes between Yoonmin and hates that Suga thirsts over his man. But, he is not threatened by short, skinny legged, with an ass almost as big as Jimin's, Min Yoongi. He knows Jimin will never see Suga that way. So he can dislike how Suga behaves with Jimin, but sometimes he even ignores it and doesn't look bothered at all. But when it comes to Minimoni he just has to insert himself. For eg, I saw something today.

Look at Jimin's face after JK adds in his 2 cents because of course he did

Minimoni moment, JK is like "not today Satan" He refuses for the audience to associate Jimin with RM and its the funniest shit. I mention here how JK inserted himself when Minimoni were practising the own it dance. Even though he wasn't really supposed to be there.

Disclaimer: The following opinions are my own, I will give them but please feel free to form your own

So listen. I will be the first person to tell people to stop treating the Tannies like characters in a fanfic. And I have mentioned many times that there has never been any in house dating (sans Jikook) That just wouldn't work and BTS wouldn't be together if that was the case. So please, please try not to read too much into the following tiny analysis. It's just something a friend pointed out to me and I couldn't believe it myself. It's short and quick, easy to miss. But it shows just how deep this thing with JK and Minimoni goes.

Okay so In the Soop season 2 episode 3 around 6 minutes in. (Thanks @serendipitous-sky)

Jin tells JK to go wake up either Jimin or V. Of course JK goes to wake up Jimin. Duh!

Sidebar, this isn't the point of my post, I just feel the need to point out that Jikook look at cameras ALOT. The whole time he climbed the stairs on the way to Jimin's room he was staring at that camera

If you guys remember correctly, Jimin was kind enough to switch rooms with RM the night before. RM couldn't sleep in the main house due to all the noise. So they swapped. But JK forgot this. So off he goes to what he thinks is still Jimin's room (he cheated/helped Jimin to get this room btw, but that's an analysis for another day) Anyway, back to JK looking for cameras.

If you're looking to mess around with your boyfriend and not get caught its important to find blind spots. So yes, Jikook are always making sure they know exactly where those cameras are. I'm sure y'all get it. 😏😏

Anyway, off he goes into the room and he's surprised to be greeted by RM's snores.

He forgot this wasn't Jimin's room anymore. But guys, here's my thing. JK is here, right? He has heard and seen that that is RM asleep in that bed, right? So you'd expect him to leave, right?

Wrong!! JK goes further into the room!

But why 🤭🤭🤭 that's my question. He had already established that was RM in the bed why did he need to go further into the room? What did he need to see? He literally has no reason to confirm it's RM in that bed when he already knows it is. So my guess is that he wanted to confirm RM was in that bed alone.

Now hear me out, even if Jimin was in that bed lying down fully clothed just shooting the shit with RM, it would not have gone down very well. At all. Shit, would have hit, the fucking fan!

We definitely wouldn't have go10 a season 2 of ITS or anymore BTS for that matter 🤭🤭 I'm just saying, for the sake of a million things, I'm glad RM was in there by himself.

JK as he's leaving says;

And off he goes to look for Jimin. We already know what happens after this. Nothing, coz we were robbed.

But anyway, conclusion: RM is the only one who actually threatens JK. And no this doesn't mean he doesn't trust Jimin. He knows Jimin would never but it doesn't stop him from wanting to make sure everyone most especially RM, remembers who Jimin 'belongs' to.

The End. Stan Namjikook for clear skin

#he he hee #jikook theory #jikook theories #jikook analysis #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #bts #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kookmin #minkook #jikook bothered #ITS Jikook

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bawdybooster · 5 months ago

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Interruptions

Ever since you were brought under Blaise’s payroll, you’ve found thoughts of the slimy fixer interrupting your work again and again. Still, it could be worse. He could actually be interrupting your investigations.

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(3.7K Words)

It had been weeks since he’d started seeing you, and already you felt like he was becoming all you could think about.

Your song and dance with Blaise had become routine by this point. Every Friday, the slimy fixer would show up to ensure your silence. He’d bind you up in his slick, scarlet body as he checked in on you and your work, and when he was done combing through your files, he’d turn his full attention to you: Coating you with his pleasing slime, riling you up with sweet nothings in your ear, showing just how thorough he could be when he—

“Detective?”

You blinked, coming down from Cloud Nine and back to your dark office. Before you sat an old elf, tightly wound in his demeanor, his hair grayed with age and suit worn with experience. He had come to you in your office with little besides a cane, a newspaper, and a handbag full of cash. Beneath his thick, bushy brows sat a pair of beady green eyes, eyeing you with concern. “Are you… well, Detective?” He asked.

“Yes, Mister Hallows,” You said, pulling yourself back together, “You were just saying about the uh… the…”

“My son, Alaric, and his err… condition.”

“Of course,” you sighed, “I’m sorry, Sir, I’m just… how does your son’s ailment relate to the Break-In at your Store?”

“I want you to find them for me, Detective, so I can give them a piece of my mind!” Mister Hallows scowled. “These burglars break into my store, smash up the place, scare my only kin to shambles, and worse of all, they have the nerve to not steal anything from me? They didn’t even touch the register!”

You sighed, holding your head in exhaustion. “He’s your last client of the day,” You thought to yourself, “Send him on his way, then get ready for Blaise and you can forget this whole thing even happened.”

“Look, Mister Hallows,” you explained, “I understand your frustration, but I don’t think there’s anything I can work with here. Your son said he didn’t see or hear any of the burglars break in. It’s like the whole thing was done by… well… by phantoms.”

Mister Hallows perked up. “Could they be phantoms?”

“Phantoms don’t leave fur scattered about your store, Mister Hallows.”

“Maybe so,” Mister Hallows mused, “but these here phantoms… they could’ve possessed someone with fur so that they take the blame!”

As Mister Hallows rambled on about the fabrication of evidence by the souls of the hereafter, you felt a chill shiver down your spine. Your attention turned from the elderly elf to the front door to your building opening, its hallmark bell chime followed by a slimy, gurgling sound creeping towards your office. A slick, red figure appeared through the frosted glass of your office door.

Blaise was here, and he was here early.

“…and if we find ourselves an exorcist, Detective,” Mister Hallows finished, “I’m sure we can track down the specter behind this ordeal.”

You sprang forth from your seat as the doorknob turned, jumping past Mister Hallows to try and slam the door shut, though to no avail. An inch was all Blaise needed to squeeze his way into the room. He spilled through the air and landed directly into your desk chair. You turned around and found him eyeing you up, already formed again into his usual, handsome self.

“You’re early,” You gulped.

Blaise smirked, “And you need a vacation~”

“You. are. Early.” You hissed through gritted teeth, motioning to your client sitting in front of your desk.

The slime shrugged. “What can I say? I wanted to surprise you. I figured, what with how boring this afternoon’s been, I’d show up early and make tonight a bit longer for us both.” He gave a playful wink, slipping his tongue out between his lips and darting it forward. You flinched at the sight of it, thinking of how good it would feel in your mouth.

“Excuse me, Detective” came a voice. The two of you turned back to Mister Hallows, staring somewhat aghast at the great red figure sitting where you once were. “But… who is this, err… slime person?”

You gulped, realizing you hadn’t come up with a good explanation. You’d been fortunate enough that no one had spotted you and Blaise together before, but now things were out of hand. Blaise had placed himself with you in front of a client, one who was an elderly elf. And knowing elves, he wasn’t about to forget about this ordeal quickly, let alone keep it secret.

“This is…” You began, only for Blaise to interrupt you.

“Roy,” Blaise interrupted, “Roy Brooke. I’m a Consultant here our Detective Friend hired to help out with a case or two.” The slime extended a friendly handshake over to Mister Hallows, and you felt yourself shrivel inside as the old man firmly grasped the slime’s hand.

“Good.” Mister Hallows grinned. “Archibald Hallows. You can help us find this burglar specter of mine.” He returned his hand, sniffing the sweet touch that had been left in his hand. “Strawberries?”

“What can I say? I like to keep things sweet around here.”

“That’s wonderful, Roy,” you mused, stepping back to your desk, “But could you, perhaps, leave me to my client? We can ‘consult’ on our case later.”

You eyed the slime and that smug, self-assured look on his face. You loved the sight of him, but heavens above, he could be a handful.

…actually, it might be best not to think of ‘Blaise’ and ‘Handfuls’ at the moment.

“Oh?” The slime gave a feigned look of shock. “Surely I could be of use to you, Detective. I’m sure Mister Hallows here wouldn’t be against such an idea.”

Mister Hallows mused to himself. “I suppose there’s no harm in it.”

You rolled your eyes and stifled a sigh. “Alright, let’s get you up to speed.”

After coaxing Blaise out of your seat and into the empty chair next to Mister Hallows, you sat down together with the two gentlemen, recounting the story so far as you pour them each a cup of coffee.

“Monday morning,” you began thoughtfully, “Mister Hallows here leaves the Grand Metropolis to visit his younger brothers in the countryside. Before he leaves, he entrusts his son Alaric to watch over his shop and storefront until his return in two weeks' time.”

You hand a cup of coffee to Mister Hallows, who takes it and nods. “It was going to be a splendid time. It’d been so long since I’d had a chance to unwind with my family. I wanted to bring Alaric along, but…” he trailed off, murmuring to himself as he sipped on the hot drink.

“After three nights in the country,” you continue, “A telegram comes in from Alaric, urging him to come home as soon as possible. Mister Hallows boards the midnight train back to the Grand Metropolis late last night and arrives home this morning to find his shop broken into and his son Alaric fast asleep as if nothing’s happened.”

“Intriguing,” Blaise remarks, a slimy tendril wrapping around your hand as he pulls the cup of coffee from your fingers. “Most intriguing, Detective.”

You shiver at the sensation of Blaise wrapped around you, his tendril taking its sweet time unraveling from your arm. You collect yourself and turn back to the facts of the case.

“Nothing from the shop is missing. Despite Alaric’s objections, Mister Hallows files a report with Grand Metro PD. But, as they’re up to their necks in reports, they send him over to the local PI, Yours Truly.” You gulp down the coffee, and turn your focus back to the men before you, “So, I ask you this, gentlemen… Who breaks into a store to not steal anything?”

“A Phantom.” Mister Hallows shivers. “A specter of the hereafter, back to settle unfinished business.”

“An interesting tale, but unlikely.” You take a seat in your chair and stifle a moan. Something sticky grasps at your rear through your clothes, gently caressing your thighs. You turn your attention to Blaise, glaring at him as if to silently say “Now Is Not The Time For This.” He gives you a playful wink as he sips his coffee.

Thankfully, Mister Hallows remains oblivious to the silent tension between the two of you. “Unlikely… how?” He asks.

“Well…” You ponder, pulling from a case a while back involving two Phantoms seeking retribution against one another. “Phantoms are an… anomaly. A soul per–persists after death, seeking to… to reso—”

You steady yourself, your thoughts wandering as Blaise’s shifting touch constricts your thoughts… but not as much as your groin.

“To Resolve unfinished business!” You finish, fidgeting the slime off of you. You feel naked without his touch and side-eye Blaise. The red menace seems as casual as ever, but his eyes dare you to finish without his touch on your skin. “I don’t see how breaking into your shop to steal nothing from you would resolve any quarrel it would have with you.”

“Maybe he wants to toy with me,” Mister Hallows murmured. “Drive me mad from beyond the grave, setting up scapegoats so his larger scheme can go undetected until the moment he wants to—”

“No, no,” Blaise interrupted, “It’s too complicated. If this Phantom wanted to toy with you, they’d do it through you directly or a loved one.”

You stand as you feel a slimy tendril coil around your leg. “Which brings me to our first major clue,” you shout aloud, producing a small glass case showcasing a bit of animal fur. “The fur.”

Mister Hallows blinks. “The fur?”

“The fur.” You continued. “I recognize this texture and smell — canine in nature — not to mention some of the marks in your floorboard showcasing pawprints in the wood.”

“So a pack of dogmen broke into my shop!” The elderly elf spluttered. “I should have known! It was those Mutts on 21st Street!”

“Not quite, Mister Hallows,” You explain, trying to calm the stirred elder. “I’ve reason to believe only one canine was in your store last night. Now, I believe that—”

You paused, a moment of clarity dawning upon your mind.

“One more thing, actually…” You chuckled sheepishly. “I hate to ask, but you mentioned your son Alaric has an ailing condition. It wouldn’t be…”

“Lycanthropy,” the elf states matter-of-factly, practically ordering you to choose your next words carefully. “Came down with it almost a month ago after a run-in with some strikebreakers. But I’ve been treating it with a prescription of Wolfsbane—”

“A prescription you filed under your name?”

“Alaric’s exhausted day in and day out. He doesn’t have the time to—”

“But he has the time to watch your shop while you’re in the country?”

“He said he’d be fine while I was gone—”

“There was a Full Moon last night, Mister Hallows!”

The elf’s beady eyes twisted into a raging scowl. “If you mean to say that my son, me own flesh and blood, ransacked me own shop, Detective, you must be—”

A torrent of red descended upon Mister Hallows, flowing over him and his chair and binding him down before he could lash out at you. Blaise’s head formed next to his own, a slimy red hand holding the elf’s head still.

“Relax, Archie~” Blaise soothed, “The Detective knows what they’re talking about.” Blaise turned back to you, and you shook your head, yourself in disbelief at what you believed to have occurred.

“Mister Hallows,” you began slowly, “I do not believe that your son acted in ill will, but I do believe in this.”

You paced behind your desk, formulating the events in your mind. Blaise watched with interest.

“One month ago,” You began, “You signed a prescription in your name for Wolfsbane to treat your son’s ailment following an attack by a werewolf. Weeks later, you and your son are invited to visit your relatives in the country. Being a prideful elf, as you’ve so evidently shown, you can’t stomach the idea of anyone knowing your son has this condition. You close your shop for the week on Monday and leave Alaric to watch over it in your absence.”

You stop, turning on your heel. “But, the prescription is finished sooner than you expected, and Alaric, unable to refill it himself, writes urgently to you to quickly come back for a day and refill it — Only you’re not quick enough. Last night, with no Wolfsbane to halt the effects of the moonlight, Alaric transforms. Under the influence of the Full Moon, he stumbles through your shop in a fit of confusion, unused to the proper effects of lycanthropy. He breaks this and that all through the night until morning comes. Upon which, he exhaustedly scrambles to his bed and falls asleep. You arrive home in aghast at the ordeal, and you approach me today, seeking to find another reason for these events.”

You turn back to the elf bound to his chair in red slime. “Mister Hallows, no crime has been committed here. It was, simply put, an accident.”

The elf makes no response.

“Mister Hallows?”

A gurgling moan spills from Mister Hallows’ lips, his eyes half-lidded in euphoria from the sensations of Blaise’s slimy embrace. You gawk at the sight of the old man coming undone in binds of red slime, ribbons of scarlet flowing over him and caressing him with wanton affection. A part of you was in dismay at the sight, though deep within you felt jealous of the elf.

“Blaise,” you said pointedly, “What are you doing to Mister Hallows?”

The slime waves away your concern. “The poor old man’s been so taught over this ordeal. I figured I ought to help him unwind a bit while you explain it all away. I must say, you are a Master of Deduction. I’m impressed by what your mind does when you aren’t obsessing over me~”

“He’s a client! He’s my client! You can’t just fondle and grope my clients at your pleas—”

You gag as a band of slime shoots out and wraps around your throat. You gag, pleasure overwhelming your senses as the tight hold leaves you gasping for breath. Blaise slinks over to you with a toying look in his eye.

“Speaking of which…” He cooed, “I believe, as my client, I bought your silence, Detective. So, please… Your work is over. Why don’t you relax like our good friend Mister Hallows and let me do my work~”

The elf murmured incoherently from the chair, the need in his voice begging for more of Blaise’s attention.

You wince as the slimy collar grips you. Your eyes roll in your head, your mind succumbing to Blaise’s touch much quicker than you anticipated. You’d have thought your routine visits with him would’ve numbed you to his presence, but as waves of red begin to envelop you, you can’t deny how good it feels to let him work his magic.

Blaise cups your chin in a slimy tendril, his pink eyes staring you down hungrily as a long tongue slithers from his lips. You wanted him to quit teasing and plunge it directly down your throat. You needed his sweet, syrupy taste in your mouth more than ever. His tongue stretches out towards you, winding itself up to pounce. The slime around your neck retreats, granting you room to breathe and babble incoherently at the thought of it.

The slime squeezes around your throat again, and you gag as it rises to gag your mouth. Blaise’s tongue licks over your cheek, and the slime moves to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so eager, Detective~” Blaise teases, “But you’ll have to make do with your ‘client’ before you’re ready for me.”

Your eyes dart as Blaise’s slime lifts you, moving you to the other side of the room where Mister Hallows quivers in his binds. Blaise sets to multitasking, combing through your files and cases as his slime sets to pleasuring you and the elf. The two of you erupt into muffled moans as the gooey hold surrounding you ripples, sending waves of pleasure through your bodies. Your mind raced with thoughts of how badly you needed this.

A slimy mass pushes against your crotch and your vision blurs as it pulses between your thighs. You throw your head back, the slime slipping from your mouth to let Blaise hear you moan. You cry out in ecstasy at the slime overwhelming your senses, and your head hangs limply as it continues its conquest of your body.

A brief thought enters your mind as your dazed eyes turn back to the elf opposite you. It never occurred to you, but you never realized how handsome Mister Hallows was. The elf had aged well, you could admit, but seeing him bound up alongside you made him appear to you like a vision from above. Ensnared in lengths of scarlet, mewling incoherently as his naked body was left slick and pliant from Blaise’s touch — it was like you had sipped a fine wine beyond compare.

But most beautiful of all were his eyes.

The elf had a wonderful set of green eyes. You knew this for a fact. But here in Blaise’s touch, those eyes were nowhere to be seen. Beneath his bushy brows, his eyes had glazed over with a shade of rich, rosy pink not unlike Blaise’s eyes. They were intoxicating to look at and made you feel as if you were looking into the slime’s eyes themself.

It was these eyes that drew you to him.

It was these eyes that made you think of your own eyes, and how you’d never thought of how pretty they looked glazed in Blaise’s own.

It was these eyes that made you thrash closer to him, eager to plant your lips on him and taste the sweet syrup that glistened over both of your bodies.

And as the slime brought you closer together, you realized those same, needy thoughts were laying waste to Mister Hallows’ mind.

You descended upon the elf with a consuming hunger, your bodies moving in sync as they ground against one another. Bliss flowed between the two of you, connected through your lips rolled over your bodies’ wonderful tastes, the silent gasps and groans accompanying your dance of delight, and the flowing caresses of your hands and the slime around you both.

As you lay with the elf, your body feeling like one together with his, Blaise continued his studies. He scoured through file after file, pouring over notes and taking in your recent work. At last, he stops, his eyes settled on a familiar file.

“Someone is still interested in our missing Botanist, Detective,” he tutted, looking over the case. “You’ve done well to ignore them, but I think a more direct message may be necessary if they persist in seeing you.” He pocketed the file into his gooey form, then turned his attention back to you.

He grinned at the sight of you descending upon Mister Hallows, the old elf’s senses coming undone as you mouthed breathlessly into his lips.

“Now then…” He smirked.

You and the elf gasped as slime wound between your bodies and pulled you apart, your tongues lulling needily as they were torn from the other’s lips. Mister Hallows groaned as his lips were left deprived of your touch. You panted for breath, still wanting more of that syrupy taste on your lips.

“I hope you’re finished with your appetizer, Detective,” Blaise whispered, wrapping you tight within himself, “Because it’s time for your main course~”

A giggle leaks from your mouth as you writhe giddily in his slimy grasp, waves of crimson tormenting you as they pulse and caress you with wanton desire. Your mind begs for him, cries out in silent mewls for him to drown you in heavenly, euphoric

Bliss~

Your mind stills as something long and red slips into your mouth. The sickly sweet taste of strawberries silences every sensation in your body as Blaise kisses you deeply, his lips rolling over your own and pushing you deeper into his embrace. You tremble in his touch as you feel your mind melting, everything soaked in pure pleasure. Your fingers claw desperately for something to grip, finding their only hold in his gooey form as he binds your hands in his tendrils and spreads you out. Your legs quiver and jolt as he blankets your body.

Every part of your body drowns in the sensation of slime. Nothing — Nothing — is left untouched. No inch of you is left unstained. No muscle was left without a caress. All you feel is Blaise. All you know is Blaise. All around you is Blaise.

The long, slimy tongue down your throat retreats for a moment, granting you a brief reprieve to pant and gasp for breath, only for it to push sinfully back in to give you a deeper taste. Back and forth it comes and goes, in and out of your throat. You gulp down

You hardly know how long you’ve been here with him in his touch.

You hardly know your own name.

All you know is when his slime finally, lazily, pulls itself off of you, you’re still hungry for more.

Blaise shushes you as you reach out for him, and for a brief moment, he holds you still, admiring the pink in your half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve done so well tonight, Detective,” he said warmly, “Rest well, and in the morning — after you’ve received your payment for your blind eye — remember what you’ve pieced together on Mister Hallows’ case.”

Your senses succumb to the gentle pull of sleep, and Blaise carries you gently up to your bed upstairs. Upon his return, he turned his attention to the old elf, still bound in his slime and babbling incoherently in sweet delight.

“Now, Mister Hallows,” he said with a devious grin, “I’m afraid I cannot allow you to remember some of the details from your meeting with the Detective today. Fortunately for us, that requires us to get to know each other much more… intimately~”

Mister Hallows stilled as Blaise cupped his head in his slimy hands, caressing the old elf’s cheek. He murmured in a shaky voice about needing something.

“Don’t worry,” Blaise soothed, rubbing his slime over the elf’s temples, “The Detective will close this case with you and your son tomorrow over lunch. But for now, relax, and let me fix everything in your addled mind. I know just what you need to feel so much better~”

#bawdy posts #my writing #blaise (bawdybooster)#hypnosis #hypnokink #mind control #slime boy #monster boy #elves #tongue #(good grief i did NOT anticipate this being such a long story)#(but hot DAMN do i love it!)

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