#also i accidentally ran a little too fast down the stairs

[ladsofsorrow24]

i've reached the maria encounter scene, and i just realized how... in denial james sounds most of the time, especially when the person he's talking to reminds him that mary is dead

he's like "WAIT BUT I GOT THIS LETTER? :D so she must've been here?"

like... god the forced optimism in his voice is so painful to hear i have to stop myself from cringing every time he get defensive over the whole "mary is dead" thing...

[daycourtofficial]

A Valentine for You

Summary: Nyx learns about making valentines at school and convinces you to make one that accidentally ends up in Azriel’s hands

Author’s note: doesn’t this sound adorable any plot with Nyx is sure to be the cutest thing ever also this might just be the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written happy valentine’s day babes hope you all enjoyed my valentine’s fics 💕

Warnings: none, sentient house ships you with Azriel

Nyx came bounding down the stairs, yelling your name as he came in, his wings flapping as fast as his legs. He wasn’t quite large enough to support his weight, but he could get a little extra spring in his step as he ran.

He ran straight into your arms, launching himself into your torso. You laugh at the boy, his backpack comically large on his small frame.

“How was school, Nyxie?” You ask, carrying him into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around your neck as you start to grab the plate of cookies you had hidden earlier. The two of you start munching on cookies, and he gets the entire front of his shirt covered in cookie crumbs. You wipe them off, trying to clean him a bit.

“We learned about Valentine’s day.”

“And what did you learn about it?” You ask, pinching his cheeks.

He swats at your hands, “I don’t know it’s about love and stuff, but I made these cards for everyone.”

He wiggles out of your grasp, putting his bag in the ground to rummage through it. He pulls out a stack of cards, each one colorfully doodled and covered in varieties of glitter, bead, and macaroni noodle the world has never seen.

He shows you each card, going through the message he wrote for each person. You caught a glimpse of one that he snatched away and said, “no peeking! That’s for you!”

“And this one is for Uncle Cassian - I wrote ‘be better’ because he always tells me that.”

You stifle a laugh at the ominousness of receiving a valentine from a child that just tells you to be better, but he continues.

“And this is my one for - wait, where’s my card for uncle Az?”

He frantically searches through the pile, and then moves towards his bag to rifle through it again in hopes of finding it.

Tears start lining his eyes, concern that his favorite uncle will feel unloved on Valentine’s Day for not receiving a card from him.

“Hey, Nyx, how about we make one now, yeah?”

Nyx sniffles, but his wings perk back up, “yeah. Will you make one for him too? It’ll be extra special if he gets one from you!”

You stall, “I haven’t written one in a long time, Nyx. What do I do?”

“My teacher said you can put your feelings in it and your wish will come true! That’s why I asked auntie Nesta to fight with the Valkyries.”

Nyx has no idea of your minor crush on his uncle, how every look of his is burned into your soul. You also can’t deny his little request, so you decide to make one and just destroy it later in the evening. Your crush on him was getting embarassing, and you knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere.

You find yourself writing an incredibly heartfelt valentine, pouring all of your feelings onto the page. You even write Az’s name on the cover of the heart shaped paper. You’re ready to burn it in the fire and make a new one that just says “happy valentine’s day”, when Nyx spills his juice all over the table and on himself.

He starts gettjng upset, a little boy who hates being dirty, every inch his father in that regard, and you rush to pick him up and whisk him away to bathe him.

Unbeknownst to you, while you’re bathing Nyx (and he cries anyway about being wet), Azriel walks into the townhouse, finding the heart shaped paper on the table. Seeing that it’s addressed to him, he assumed it was from his nephew. He had been making valentines for everyone at school, and Azriel was curious if he would make one for his uncle. He knew the little boy was saving it for the holiday, but he couldn’t resist looking inside to see what the card says.

The card in front of him is leagues better than anything Nyx could make, not just in quality but in the content inside.

Hi Az,

Nyx explained to me how they make valentine’s cards in school and how you’re supposed to declare your love, so here I am, a girl in a valentine, wishing desperately you felt the same way about me. Maybe I should give up on this hope you’ll share my devotions.

But hey, I need to get it out, so here it is. I am hopelessly in love with you, will you be my valentine?

He scrutinizes the signature on the bottom, certain that one of his brothers forged it in an attempt for him to confront his feelings.

His heart is soaring at your words at the end, but it quickly fills with dread as he rereads and rereads your words.

“Maybe I should give up on my devotions”?

He can’t let you get over him, not when he’s been trying so hard for the past few months to just tell you how he feels, each time the words unable to come out. The past month every time the two of you had been alone, the words would creep onto his tongue, begging to be let out, but he would shove them down, deep where no one could hear them.

He tucks the card into his jacket, trudging up the stairs to begin plotting his response.

The bath with Nyx pushed the valentine from your mind, but the thought of the card invaded all of Azriel’s thoughts as he paced through his room that night, trying to plan out his next move.

-

Most of the holiday goes by uneventfully. You enjoy walking the street of Velaris, seeing the hustle and bustle of males and females alike trying to find a gift for their beau.

The streets are filled with flowers, money exchanging hands. Most customers leave with at least one bundle of flowers, one female leaving with as many bundles as she can carry.

Your mind races with thoughts of Azriel, wondering if he was doing anything this holiday. In recent years you can’t think of him having any plans, in fact the past three or four he had spent the holiday with you.

You wander home to the House of Wind, moving through the house to drop your market finds off in your bedroom. You come to your room, finding an envelope underneath a rose on your vanity. You walk over, smelling the rose and it smells both flowery and like cedar. The scents linger on the card as well, as you pull it out from the envelope.

You’re expecting a card from Nyx, because he refused to show you your card yesterday, but instead you find your name delicately written on the front of the card in Azriel’s tiny, near script.

You sit in a chair, opening the card to find the entire page full of words.

Dearest,

It’s the holiday of love. New love, old love, rekindled love. I have been trying for weeks on end to get the words out, but I find no excuses holding them back today.

I yearn for you. I yearn for our stolen moments in crowded rooms, I yearn for your gaze meeting mine, a conversation without words, just the colors of our eyes mixing.

My favorite day of the week is Sunday, because I pretend like I haven’t spent the whole week in anticipation of being next to you on the couch in the library. We spend the afternoon reading, discussing our books aloud. Eventually you settle more and more into your seat, your legs stretching across my lap.

I will pretend it is casual for me to place my hand on your calf, as if I am not calculating every movement so as not to scare you. My favorite Sundays are when you fall asleep while reading, because I know you feel safe enough with me to put all your faith into me that I will keep you safe while you slumber.

I know the worst parts of myself, the parts that so many would find difficult to put up with. And yet you have shown nothing but kindness to those parts.

My heart is yours, and if that means only getting glimpses of a life with you, I will cherish them for all time.

Eternally yours,

Azriel

You are awestruck at the words in front of you. You read the card several times, soaking in the cadence of his words, hearing the words in his deep voice.

Mor and Feyre had been trying for months to get you to say something, and a flicker of annoyance passes through you thinking about how vindicated they’d feel at this card.

You jump up, thinking why the hell am I sitting here when a male just confessed his undying love for me? He yearns for me, and you him. You fling open the door, only to find that someone, you assume Azriel, scattered a line of rose petals from your room down the hall.

You follow it, leading you in a trail directly to the library where you and Azriel have spent so many nights staying up, neither of you wanting to leave the other’s company.

You open the doors to find the room covered in flowers. Daisies on roses on lilies, their colors creating no matching scheme. Reds, blues, whites, purples fill your eyes until they land on hazel.

“Hi,” you tell him, all the bravado from the note he left leaving you as you stand in front of him.

“Hi,” he whispers, stepping towards you. Nerves coat that one word, and he clears his throat, willing his voice strong and steady. “Did you get my card?”

You smile, eyes lighting up, “um yes, yes I did. It was lovely, thank you.”

Your mind can’t think of anything else to say. He professed his love for you and all you can do is thank him? Your feet move forward on their own, but your mouth opens again.

“I never knew you were so talented with words.”

The two of you are drawing closer to each other, magnets coming together.

“You got to read my three hundredth draft, so I hope it was worth the read. I’ve never had to resort to such words before, never thought anyone deserved them.”

You breathe in, his scent invading your system. His words a clanging in your mind. “I-um, are these for me?”

You gesture to all the flowers filling the room, unable to linger on his words of devotion, and he chuckles, “yes, they are.”

You make eye contact once again, “they are beautiful, thank you.”

This is uncharted territory, unknown lands. You don’t know what to say, what he wants to hear.

“They reminded me of you.”

Your eyes peer into his, sincerity looking back at you in a midst of hazel and gold. You think of his words in the letter, his sign off eternally yours, and ask the question you’ve been wondering since you began reading the letter the first time.

“Did you mean it?”

You wring your hands in front of you, looking down in fear of seeing rejection in his eyes. You don’t notice him step closer until he’s taking your hands, holding them gently in his own.

“Every word. I have more words, but I thought those got my point across well enough. I was inspired, actually.”

One of his hands removes itself from yours, but his other hand quickly moves to hold both of your hands. He pulls a familiar red card from his jacket, and your cheeks turn the same shade as the card in mortification.

You start opening and closing your mouth like a fish, shock and confusion making words impossible.

“How did you- where did you-what-“ is all that’s able to come out before he’s chuckling and cutting you off.

“I found it on the table yesterday.”

You gasp, “I had to bathe Nyx and I forgot all about it!”

He places the card back into his jacket pocket, his eyes not leaving yours as he moves.

“Did you mean it?”

It’s his turn to be insecure, to be nervous. Vulnerability was not something the shadowsinger did lightly, and he knew your answer could destroy him.

“Every word. I have more, if you want them.”

Echoing his own words back to him, he smiles.

“I’ll take every word you give me as gospel,” he tells you, inching closer to you.

“Kiss me.”

He cups your face, your hands pressing against his chest. His lips gently brush your own, tentative, gentle. You put your hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He responds immediately, moving his hands around your back to pull you into him.

You’re panting, your lungs wanting air but the rest of your body wanting him. The room is loud with the sounds of your lips connecting and reconnecting, breathy moans escaping from both of you.

You have no idea how long you’re swept up in kissing him until your brain begins working again, and a question comes to mind. You pull away from him, a groan leaving him as you do so. You only make it a few inches from his lips when you find the words.

“How did you get all of these in here without my noticing? Also what if I had come in here before my room?”

The whole time you were talking, his gaze is focused on your mouth, and he even moves forward slightly, as if the urge to kiss you was overwhelming him. Once you finish speaking he kisses your lips again before answering. “You almost caught me in the city, but I hid behind a massive bundle of sunflowers. And I may or may not have asked the house to lock the doors for you.”

To reiterate his point the house locked and unlocked the doors behind you.

“How’d you do the rose petals?”

“What rose petals?” He asks, the question breaking his eye contact with your mouth

“There were rose petals lining the hallway, telling me to come here.”

“I thought you knew to come here because of the letter.”

Confusion lines both of your faces until the house dumps a giant pile of rose petals onto the two of you.

You both laugh at the message the house was sending, and you laugh even further as Azriel begins kissing you and the house makes a big deal of locking the doors again.

You both laugh as you kiss him again, and he picks you up, laying you down on the bed of rose petals before lying on top of you.

“Who knew the house was such a romantic?”

[fluffyomorashii]

I live across from a bar grill type restaurant so decided to walk over to have some drinks and bar food since I would be alone and something to do! It’s raining slightly but I just put on a hoodie and black leggings and jog across the street. No big deal! (|||⇁_⇁)

A little over an hour and a half passes and I���m two alcoholic drinks in (and they weren’t afraid to pack these drinks with Hella alcohol!!) I was well tipsy now and had to pee 30 mins ago, but seeing that home was literally a minute walk away I decided I’d like to pee in the comfort in my own home lol.

I pay and leave exiting the door and stop.. it’s not raining anymore it’s more like the fucking sea was falling from the sky, the wind was making it worse and so cold.. immediately all the water and the sudden cold temperature aggressively reminded me I really really had to pee.. I braced myself and put my hands in my hoodie pocket so stuff in between my legs, waiting for intense wave to pass

Once I had control I put my hood on and immediately started running across the parking lot running up to the sidewalk and immediately I’m soakedddd the rain was coming down HARD I could barely even see!! I had to stop at the sidewalk to wait for the cars to stop and it felt like my bladder was spiking filling up times 10.. I was I was shifting side to side my thighs pressed together, when finally, the red light came on, and the cars stopped.

I fucking flew across that road and passed the first house, and then there was my house right there!! Ignoring going the long way up the driveway I cut through the yard mud and water splashing everywhereee. I ran up the stairs to the small little square porch we have at our front door that thankfully had a small square roof over it. I took only a second to breathe then went right to action-

Scrambled to take off my muddy soaked shoes as I quickly reached into my pocket to yank out my keys- yanking my phone out accidentally and it fell to the ground bouncing, almost falling off the porch. I quickly cursed and crouched down to grab it, when I found myself awkwardly crossing my legs as I crouched pushing the heel of my foot into my crotch as I felt an intense pressure in my bladder.. (¬////¬)

I could tell I peed a tiny bit because I felt warm while the rest of me was cold, and that feeling didn’t help.. all the being drunk, rain splashing around me, being soaked, the cold giving me intense bladder warnings I couldn’t deal-.. I realized ..oh my God I can’t…I’m-..I’m gonna pee….

I shot back up and immediately a sudden fast pee stream noisily released, splattering quickly between my legs, mixing with the rain sound.. I was panicked by how fast the emergency to accident happened but also let out a shaky sigh as the intense bladder warnings slowly faded as my legs became warmer and warmer.

I looked up, and even though the rain was so thick I’m sure no one could see anything, I nervously turned away to face the door, and looked down watching the rapidly growing puddle slide off the porch and down the stairs.. when I was just left with a few trickles down my legs I slowly reached for my keys and unlock the door. Thankful I had black leggings and thankful the rain was so intense the Wet spot was too hard to see anyway! (っ- ‸ - ς)

[cursingtoji]

Hi pretty baby!! How are u doing it’s been a lil while 🥰💕 I came by bc I just saw your event! I was thinking sexual tension with Aki from csm could be fun for you to do if you like (more fun for me to read I’m sure ahfksjfjd) anyway I hope ur doing good ily mwah mwah xx

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

luxe you have no idea how happy i got when i saw your ask 💕 this means a lot thank you for joining 💕 The Clichés ™

— peak summer in japan.

the small devil you two were fighting wasn’t strong or even fast, but the heat wave made you all slow and weak, so when it ran on your direction you couldn’t attack it properly, instead you get knocked over and fell down the stairs of the abandoned building.

“fuck” you murmured hazily, aki ran towards you offering a hand, when you took it and tried to get up your ankle protested and you lost balance hissing from the pain.

aki was quick to steady you by your waist, you looked up where your partner’s face was mere inches from yours, mesmerizing blue eyes too close for comfort.

his forehead was shiny with sweat. a few hairs sticking to it, the first few buttons of his shirt were open and sleeves rolled up. even his tie was hanging low. it was the first time you saw him that disheveled and it made your legs weak.

“the devil escaped” you muttered.

“i know” he muttered back with you still in his arms, “there’s a hospital not too far from—“

“no, they’ll tell me to put ice and rest, i’ll just go home” you tried to put some weight on the twisted — possibly broken — ankle and almost fell again but aki’s hands tighten up around you.

“my place is closer, let’s go” he let go of you to turn around flexing his knees slightly for you to hop on his back.

your arms went around his neck and legs wrapped on his waist. aki gulped to the feeling of your breasts pressed on his shoulder blades, he straightened himself and tried to adjust you by holding your thighs but his hands went a little bit too far squeezing your ass accidentally to which he immediately apologized.

“you didn’t have to offer me a piggyback ride if all you wanted was to grab my ass, hayakawa” you giggled and his ears got pink.

“as if i wanted to grab your sweaty ass on purpose” he started to walk with you on his back as easy as carrying a simple backpack.

“shut up, i can literally feel how drenched your back is.”

you and aki bickering/flirting was nothing but normal, whenever denji was around to witness it he always said something along the lines of “get a room”. now it’s different cause you have never been this close to each other before, aki kept talking about how inevitable it was for him to get this sticky when tokyo was going through a 100% humility that week, but this trivial conversation was only to distract him for having your arms around him and your legs occasionally brushing against his crotch. you of course was also affected by the proximity, he smelled fresh even after sweating all day, you teased him about his sweaty back but thanks to it you could feel the muscles under his shirt.

when you arrived to his building you tried to let go of him but he held your legs.

“what you doing?” he asked.

“i’m not climbing those stairs on your back, what if you fall back and crush me to death?” you placed your good foot on the floor.

“yeah cause i’m the one that fell down the stairs and broke my foot.”

“i was pushed by the devil you let escape.”

“i only let it escape after he knocked your dumbass. now come here cause i have things to do” aki bent and took you bridal style all the way up stairs, a great way to shut you up, “devil got your tongue?”

“fuck off, hayakawa” you turned your head so he wouldn’t see your cheeks heating up.

somehow he managed to open his door, kick his shoes off with you still on his lap and enter the quiet house.

“where—“

“they’re with kishibe” he answered knowing what your question was going to be.

you got placed on the couch and quickly sat up to take a look at your ankle but aki was faster.

“it’s quite swollen” he held your leg up by your calf, when he tried to roll your pants up he touched your ankle and your pulled your leg back hissing in pain, “you can’t put ice on top of your pants” he justified.

“these are skinny jeans, i can’t roll it up, especially now” you looked down at your ankle, the hem was already too tight around it.

“then you’re gonna have to take it off” he simply told you before turning around.

“is this your plan to see me naked?” you playfully narrowed your eyes at him.

“yeah this all just part of it” he replied sarcastically and picked the thick blanket from the couch to toss at you.

“ew i’m not covering myself with that, it’s hot as fuck already” you pushed the blanket off of you.

“you’re really fucking annoying you know that?” he huffed and disappeared into a room, coming back with a bed sheet that went straight to your face, it smelled like aki and you guessed it was his bedsheet.

“do you always treat your guests like that? rude!” you barked back unbuttoning your jeans and pushing it down one leg easily but carefully with the other.

aki stood there waiting for you to take them off completely before handing you the frozen food package he picked, he didn’t mean to stare but he ended up taking a peek at your red underwear while you struggled with the hem of the tight black jeans (which he obviously noted when you met that the morning). he cleared his suddenly dry throat removing his tie and opening a few buttons of his shirt.

“don’t you have a fan or something?” you asked when you managed to kick the pants off and used the sheets to cover your bottom.

“power broke it” he walked over to the glass door and opened, it wasn’t enough to cool you down but it was slightly better. aki took your legs and sat with them on top of his lap — since the couch was small — carefully putting the frozen package on top of it. “better?” he asked with one hand touching the skin above the swollen area.

“i’m gonna get all wet” you replied without thinking your choice of words throughout “i mean— from the heat and… the ice… melting and…” when you met aki’s eyes they were dark, he was breathing heavily and when he noticed a droplet going from your temple all the way down your cleavage he couldn’t help the groan that left his throat. why did you have to say things like that? and look at him like this? and have the softest fucking skin?

it happened fast, he placed your leg on his shoulder before he took an impulse to close the gap between you two and kiss you like he wanted to have done for a long time ago. aki’s lips were soft and he tasted like the cigarette he was smoking earlier, you were panting on each other’s lips in little to no time.

in a swift move aki ripped the sheet out of your body and you were quick to wrap your other leg around him, his crotch directly brushing against the damp spot of your underwear. he kissed your neck, the sweat being almost like an aphrodisiac to him.

“you are all wet” he breathed against your clothed core, using the words you said earlier.

“fuck you” you sighed when you felt his fingers exploring the shape of your pussy

“yeah, fuck me” when aki was about to dive in like a thirsty man the door opened.

denji took one step with a knocked out power hanging on his shoulder, he was killed countless times that day by kishibe and couldn’t wait to hit the bed, so when he looked up to see aki staring wide eyed at him with his hair falling off the ponytail, a girl’s leg on his shoulder and his bed sheets all over the floor, he tiredly sighed and turned around carrying power who started to question what he was doing.

“you own me big time, topknot”.

See also: Wet transparent shirt — Denji

[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Listen, I know I should be cracking down on the requests cluttering my inbox, but I felt the need to be petty today. Being caught up with the latest chapters of BSD, I feel just a bit angry at Fyodor for his crimes against my sweet, beloved Sigma. So, without further Ado, I present:

A List of Embarrassing Things Fyodor Dostoevsky has Done

Yeah, I got this off Pinterest. Look at him, he looks so worried that I'm about to embarrass him in front of his fangirls >:3

🖤🐀 Forgot to sleep for three days straight, and fainted at the dinner table as a result. This really isn't uncommon for him. He's such a workaholic that you've had to actually carry him to bed more times than you can count (Don't worry, he weighs, like, nothing.).

🖤🐀 Forgetting to take his iron supplements. This one is usually the culprit behind most of his other mishaps. When he gets really busy, he often neglects to take the one thing that keeps his anemia symptoms at bay.

🖤🐀 Lost to Nikolai at hide-and-seek. Multiple times. Despite Fyodor's infinite genius, he can't ever seem to beat Nikolai at hide-and-seek. Nikolai loves to hide in places that Fyodor physically cannot get to, such as up a tree, and laugh when Fyodor can't find him.

🖤🐀 Accidentally called you 'Nikolai' when you pestered him while he was trying to work. He gets a little snappy when he's lacking sleep, and he's used to Nikolai pestering him. He apologized afterwards, he knows it must be terribly insulting to be mistaken for that damn clown.

🖤🐀 The amount of times he has fainted in the shower is ridiculous. It's a good thing you're there to catch him, otherwise he might accidentally drown! That would be quite an embarrassing way for the great Fyodor Dostoevsky to die!

🖤🐀 Every time you steal his ushanka, he stands up too fast and almost blacks out. He has to sit back down to avoid fainting. He sits there for a solid minute with the dizziest expression on his face. It's hilarious!

🖤🐀 Almost died of hypothermia because he insisted that he "is used to the cold." He thinks he's a lot tougher than he actually is, and part of that is because he wants to impress you. The other part is that he's usually cold because of his anemia, but that isn't going to stop him from catching hypothermia and dying.

🖤🐀 Dunked his head in a bucket of ice to get rid of a migraine, instead of just taking pain meds. This one was Nikolai's suggestion, the absolute bastard. For all his genius, Fyodor can be a real dumbass sometimes.

🖤🐀 He keeps trying to eat things that aren't food! This is one of the lesser-known side effects of his anemia, and usually only happens when he forgets to take his iron supplements. Half the time he doesn't even realize that he's chewing on his pen until you point it out to him!

🖤🐀 He has the weakest immune system, but he refuses to rest and take care of himself. You've had to legitimately tie him to the bed and spoon feed him soup to get him to rest. He insists he's fine, but he really isn't.

🖤🐀 He blacked out on the stairs and just sorta laid there like a rug for a solid two minutes. This happened because he was chasing you after you stole his hat, and he ran up the stairs too fast.

🖤🐀 Despite what you might think, this rat bastard is very much a blushing virgin. As such, it doesn't take much to get him excited. If you can convince him to let you sit on his lap, you're gonna feel him not even seconds later. He gets very grumpy when you tease him about it.

🖤🐀 The longer he goes without sleep, the more he mixes up his words. He also swears a lot more than usual, which is pretty funny in its own right. Nikolai knows this, and loves to pester sleep-deprived Fedya. One time he called Nikolai a "fucking society on tumor, and a fothermucking holy and good to all things disappointment." If you record him while he's sleep deprived, he's going to threaten you to hell and back (but it's worth it, lets be honest.)

🖤🐀 You startled him while he was working and he almost smacked you across the face. He's actually really easy to jump scare while he's engrossed in his work, but proceed with caution because he gets really jumpy and might almost kill you before realizing that it's you.

[skyward-floored]

Here’s the Incredibles au oneshot that I said I was working on that I accidentally deleted and finally rewrote oops

This is set right before supers are officially banned, so Twilight is the only kid born so far. And his poor family is not dealing well with the looming ban.

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Twilight let out an excited yip as he chased his tail, spinning around in dizzying circles. Normally he wouldn’t be allowed to spin so fast, but Mama wasn’t trying to walk past him and nobody else was home, so he could go as fast as he liked!

He spun in even faster circles, and let out excited little growls as his paws pounded the floor. The living room whirled around him, and Twilight nipped at his tail, spinning like mad.

Sudden a weird wriggly feeling lurched in his stomach, and Twilight wobbled to a stop, blinking rapidly as his vision kept spinning around.

Ooh... maybe there was a reason he wasn’t supposed to go so fast.

He plunked onto the floor, shaking his head as his vision continued to spin. Twilight whined and set his head on the floor too, but finally the wriggling in his stomach eased, and his vision came to a stop.

Twilight shook his head one last time, happy he could move without wobbling, but then a noise hit his ears. He raised his head, then tilted it, confused. That sounded like Mama, but he’d never heard her make a sniffly noise like that before...

...was she okay?

Twilight padded out of the room, swiveling his ears as he followed the noise. He walked through the house, listening carefully, then finally poked his head around a corner and found Mama.

She was sitting on the stairs, which was already weird, but she also had a hand over her eyes, and tears were rolling down what bit of her face Twilight could see. He stared at her in shock, then crept over to her, a small whine building in his throat.

She was crying?

He’d never seen her cry before.

“Mama?” he woofed anxiously, knowing she’d understand him. His mother startled and looked down at him, her eyes shiny with tears. “You hurt?”

“Oh... oh honey, I’m okay,” she said in a wobbly voice, swiping a sleeve over her eyes. “I’m just...“

She sniffled, and Twilight rested his head on her knee, nuzzling her leg just a little. Malon breathed out, and Twilight let her gather him into her arms, wriggling around until he was comfortable.

“The world is just... a little sad right now,” Mama said quietly, holding him close. “People are... scared, of what our powers can do, and when people are scared, they... they sometimes make bad choices.”

Twilight stayed quiet for a moment, thinking this through as Mama brushed away a bit of flyaway fur from his eyes.

“That’s why Daddy was hurt yester-a-day?”

Malon startled, then sighed. “Yes sweetie, that’s why.”

Twilight went quiet again, and Malon held him a bit tighter, looking down at him worriedly.

“You don’t need to be scared honey, it’s okay. Me and Daddy will keep you safe,” she said gently, scratching his ears. Twilight wiggled his nose, and after a moment’s concentration, turned back into a hylian.

“Not scared,” he said, and it was true. He wasn’t scared of mean people who didn’t like powers, even if he’d... never actually met any. But he knew he didn’t like them for making Mama cry and Daddy limp around all of yesterday.

Were they also why Sky had been so angry the other night, and why Warriors didn’t play with him as much?

Mama sniffled again, and Twilight looked up at her, that wriggling feeling in his stomach coming back even worse as a tear trailed down her cheek.

“Don’t cry Mama,” he said, and when she looked down at him, he reached up and planted a big kiss on her damp cheek. “Be okay.“

Mama gave him just a little bit of a smile, and held him close, pressing a kiss to his hair. He snuggled closer, and she ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the little tangles that always seemed to show up.

“Thank you honey, you’re right. It’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay,” she said, almost like she was talking to herself instead of him. Twilight rested his head on her shoulder, and she set a hand on her rounded tummy, lightly rubbing it as she held him close. “Everything will be okay.”

Twilight smiled, and sucked on his thumb as she held him tight.

Mama was still making the sniffly noise, but not as loud as before, and Twilight nestled up to her, happy he’d helped. The wriggly feeling in his stomach felt better, and Mama had said it would be okay, even if the world was sad right now.

She pressed another kiss to his hair, and Twilight closed his eyes.

It would be okay.

[another-clive-blog]

imagine if luke somehow accidentally killed clive

So proud of myself for answering this ask about Clive dying with a fic in which Clive's death is only ever implied 😔 I am failing my lit classes btw

TW !! Death implied, non-graphic description of hurtful event + there's a tiny little mention of "red" for blood in the very last sentence.

This was hard to write because of Future Luke (Clive), but also because of Layton (Don Paolo). I can deal with one evil cosplayer, two is more difficult. Also, I think it's hilarious that Don Paolo is in charge for what, 3 minutes, and the child commits a homicide during this short amount of time. Splendid

"I think I'll need a break," Luke admitted, sounding terribly exhausted.

"Again ?" His future self was impatient, but yeah, he needed a break actually ! This towering pagoda was huge, filled with far too many staircases !

"Very well. There's no use in pushing ourselves beyond our limits," Layton nodded, and the group stopped as a whole.

"Future Layton is waiting for us," Big Luke protested, the only one still willing to go on. He must be used to this, Luke thought, climbing up these stairs to go and confront Layton every other day. A duel at the top.

"He's not going anywhere," Layton said, and that was it. If the professor wasn't even suggesting a compromise, then it was better to drop the subject altogether.

Little Luke was still catching his breath when Big Luke came to stand next to him. "That exhausted, uh ?"

Luke nodded. "These staircases are huge ! I don't get why the professor would build such a big tower !"

"We haven't even made it halfway," Big Luke remarked, and Luke almost felt his courage vanishing.

No ! This was important, far more important than a bunch of stairs !! "It's going to take some time," he muttered instead.

Big Luke didn't say anything. He was looking at him with an unreadable expression, almost upset- and then he smiled.

In a swift motion, he stole Luke's hat.

"Wha- give it back !" Luke commanded. He tried to grab it but Big Luke was faster, annoyingly so. "This isn't fun, stop it !!"

"It's quite fun, actually," His future self replied, effortlessly beating Luke's attempts to win back his hat. That was vexing- but also he almost had it, Luke was sure of it !! Just a few more tries-

And then Big Luke looked at the ascending staircase.

Oh no- "Race you to the top !" Before Little Luke could say anything, he was already gone- and with his hat in hand !!

"That's it !!" Luke yelled, running after his future self.

"A gentleman never gets into a fight !" the professor called out after him, yet not making any move to stop them. It was a bit odd for the professor to be so little concerned, but it didn't matter : Luke would just have to settle this himself. Like an adult. Be the bigger person.

And get back his bloody hat !!

When he finally caught sight of the top of the staircase, Luke also saw his future self blocking his path, grinning down at him. He was playing with the hat, spinning it on his finger. "You're pretty fast for someone exhausted !" He laughed, and Luke saw red.

"Give it back !!" He screamed, throwing himself at the guy. Big Luke merely sidestepped, dodging him as if he was just that insignificant.

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask." Big Luke said, holding the hat high above his head : Luke clenched his little fists, only letting go when he took notice of the professor and Flora at the top of the staircase, behind his future self.

Layton swiftly grabbed the hat as he walked. Big Luke turned in surprise and was met with Flora glaring at him. "Oh Luke, I am disappointed to see you being so mean. I thought you would have become a true gentleman by now !"

Luke ran to Layton, eagerly taking his hat back. "Thank you, professor !!" The professor didn't say anything, only sparing him a single glance before focusing on the room ahead.

"Hey," a voice muttered, and Luke turned around to see Big Luke scratching at the back of his neck while pointedly avoiding to meet his eyes. "I was just trying to... go faster. Show you you can do it. You know." He put his hands in his pockets, looking almost annoyed- or maybe that was just what embarrassment looked like for him. "I won't do it again."

Luke narrowed his eyes, glaring at him. "You didn't even apologize," he bitterly said, "You're no gentleman."

His future self frowned, thought for a while, and then surprisingly enough, relented. "You're right. I'm sorry." He held his hand out with a small smile, a nice smile for a change ! "Truce ?"

Well... Luke did want to get along with him. He was him ! And he could learn so much from him !! Maybe even understand why he was like that, and keep this from happening to him ! "Alright !" Little Luke happily said, trotting toward his future self.

As he raised his hand, Big Luke grabbed his hat.

What.

Big Luke was chuckling, looking far too proud of himself. "It was way too tempting," he smugly explained, "you're so naive sometimes."

Something went off in Luke's brain.

He pushed, hard. It wasn't even that deliberate, just an instinctive reaction to that feeling of anger, hatred maybe. He's just so mean. I can't keep being the bigger person.

He immediately regretted it when he saw Big Luke's eyes widening, him losing his footing, the stairs so dangerously close- and then little Luke closed his eyes. Of course, he still knew what was going on, he could hear everything, but he- he didn't want to look just yet.

"What happened ?" The professor was next to him in a matter of seconds, urging him to answer. "Where is the other one ?"

Luke took his hands off his eyes. He was shaking, and so did his voice. "I- he was being mean again," a sob. "Professor, I didn't mean to push him-"

Layton looked down the stairs. He couldn't see the bottom of it, with the spiraling architecture and the huge staircase. "I'll go check on him," he finally decided. "In the meantime, you should start working on the puzzle in this room. Our priority remains to get to the top as soon as possible, before Future Layton or the Family catch up."

Luke and Flora nodded, apprehensively watching the professor leave. "Come on," Flora eventually said, pulling Luke away. She sounded less enthusiastic now.

Luke couldn't focus on the puzzle, of course he couldn't. Maybe his future self needed to go to the hospital, or maybe he had gotten caught with all this ruckus. Oh, was he going to get mad at him ? Luke couldn't bear this thought. He hoped Big Luke would understand that he had never wanted to harm him.

Flora was about to solve the puzzle when they both heard footsteps. Although she carefully stayed put, Luke ran to see-

The professor, alone.

"Professor ?" Luke tilted his head. "Where is Big Luke ?" Oh no, no no no-

The professor didn't answer right away. There was something stern, torn in his eyes, as if he had seen something he'd much rather forget- something he knew he'd never forget.

Luke held his breath. Oh, Big Luke was definitely hurt- but wait, the professor wouldn't leave him hurt. And he couldn't have possibly be led to the hospital in such a short amount of time ! Where was his future self ? Could it be that maybe...

"He's fine," The professor said at last, and Luke felt his whole body relax. He was fine ! His future self was all good, no injuries, no hospital !

Where was he then ?

As if he had read his mind, the professor went on. "He didn't feel like climbing everything up again. He said that he'd join us later, once this was all done."

"Oh. Alright." Luke hesitantly nodded. Well, yeah, he'd hate to have to climb more stairs, but Big Luke had been so keen on meeting Future Layton... It just felt weird for him to suddenly change his mind... Then again, it was a pretty big fall. And he had to be pretty upset. Luke still felt a bit mad at him, to be frank. Maybe Big Luke was too. Maybe he'd never want to see him again.

"He said that he was sorry. He asked me to give you this, as a sign of apology," Layton said, and he pulled something from behind his back-

His hat !!

"Thank you professor !!" Luke's smile was wide as his little hands grabbed the cherished fabric. Oh, it felt good to have it back !!

"Don't thank me. Thank him."

Luke put his hat back with a frown. Yeah, Big Luke may have given it back, but he was also the one who kept stealing it in the first place... Luke could thank people for being nice, but it felt weird to thank people for not being mean. "It'll have to wait until I see him again," Luke finally decided. He'd have some time to think until then : and if he was lucky, Big Luke would finally and truly decide to change his ways.

Yeah. Yeah, that was good. It would all work out in the end.

Luke walked away with a smile, unaware of Layton's saddened eyes staring at a little speck of red on the back of his blue hat.

-_-_-_-

Shout-out to Clive's "I can't believe I was this small." Like my man, why are you bullying your middle schooler self. You're kind of an asshole tbh

[aviancataclysm]

IM IMPATIENT. AO3 SAYS I WILL GET MY ACC LIKE NEXT WEEK. heres the decode sickfic (might change a little by the time i upload to ao3) it's mid by my standards tho be warned i wrote this in like today while doing stuff like class and riding the metro

title (subject to change): get decoded idiot /aff

word count: idk more than 3

content warnings: emeto and fainting

a/n: triple spike divider is pov change :3 also this was written prior to design being finalised so not all of it fits hcs

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Everything hurt.

Another player had bested them in combat. They bowed and accepted defeat. The player left carrying with them the mark of around a thousand attempts. All of this was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But everything hurt. Why did it hurt? Sparring with the players didn't usually hurt this much. Nor did it hurt in the ways it was doing so.

DeCode trudged to a corner and sat down slowly. They ran a self examination program and waited. Their internal cooling fans whirred, spinning alarmingly fast.

The program finished its execution and returned the results. It seemed like they were overheating. Why were they overheating in the first place?

The android curled up further into themselves. Their head was pounding.

Another challenger approached. They just wanted to be left alone, but they didn't exactly have a choice here. The one rule for levels is that they must not turn down any challenger no matter the circumstances.

They got up, felt the ground spin but soon steadied themselves with the nearby wall, and set the area up for their cogs and spikes.

This player did not succeed in besting them today. The little icon got frustrated after accidentally hitting a spike right before DeCode's last attack, the minicube maze.

After the challenger had left, they felt a wave of exhaustion wash over them, with the unpleasant company of what seemed to be nausea.

As they dragged their feet back to the corner for even just the slightest bit of relief from the discomfort, they began to notice how hard it was to process anything in their mind. It felt as if their hardware was dunked into soup. Not even good soup at that. It would be the kind which Killbot made that one time for the mecha levels' annual meet up despite none of them being able to eat nor taste anything. It ended up going to Kenos because they collectively agreed it would be funny. He had suffered food poisoning afterwards according to Zodiac. Silly people.

They essentially collapsed into the corner and felt how cold the wall was up against their forehead.

The world was in a haze. Someone was shaking them. The person was also saying something, apparently.

"... ode! DeCode! What happened, what's going on?"

That voice sounded familiar. The person felt familiar.

It was impossible to think straight. It was impossible to think at all. Their software stuttered and they twitched, blank eyes still staring at nothing but the ground. An electric buzz escaped them as they did so.

The person kept shaking them. They got dizzy from it. Too dizzy. They leaned over and threw up what probably was some sort of engine oil. It did not help anything at all.

It was so warm. Too warm. Their fans were not enough for the job. They began to hyperventilate as the system's last resort to cool down.

And before they knew it, they were out. Unconscious.

∆∆∆

Death Moon was freaking out when she saw DeCode pass out in front of her eyes. She paced around in circles while muttering to herself about what to do.

One of the crows on her shoulder whispered to her in an arcane tongue, and she widened her eyes and nodded. She proceeded to carry her best friend all the way past the areas where levels normally hang around in. Ignoring the odd looks from the players, she dashed down the stairs leading to the treasure room where the Mechanic's workshop was.

Upon entering, the Mechanic confusedly stared at the witch and her unconscious friend.

"I've got no time to explain, please take a look at them!" Death Moon pleaded with a sense of urgency.

The Mechanic sighed and pulled out a cord, which was later connected to DeCode via a port somewhere near their neck on their back.

Death Moon tried to peek at the lines of code and messages that were displayed on a nearby monitor. She did not understand most of it, but she knew what error messages looked like, and there were a lot of them rapidly flooding the screen.

"Well, seems like malware," the Mechanic explained nonchalantly. "I'll work on it but it'll take time. Go back to your level page now."

"Will they be okay...?"

"Yes, they'll be fine. Now go already."

With unsure footsteps, Death Moon walked out from the workshop.

[royalelusts]

Hello! Not sure if your requests are open but if they are then can I request Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos (you can remove or add characters, I don't mind!) with gn!mc (maybe teen? if you're alright with that) who's like extremely clumsy and gets hurt easily over literally anything.

And basically, one day they arrive at home and they have bad injury or smaller one but noticable, and when boy asks them about it they go like:

"Oh, I didn't even noticed!" and continues about their day like nothing happened.

It's completely alright if you don't want to do it! Like I understand that this topic might be a little uncomfortable so just take care and don't overwork yourself <3

my requests are always open! i just forget to put it up. also sorry for the little wait. I was trying to wait until school was over. I wrote this imagining a teen mc but it can be interpreted as a regular mc. enjoy <3

✰Mammon

Laughed the first time he seen you fall

“Haha dumb human! Can’t even walk properly.”

Didn’t even offer to help you up

*cue you kicking him in the shins*

As time went on though he started laughing less and less

Why were you always tripping?

Not even just that

You would often drop things or accidentally end up running into something

He had enough when you ran into a pole on the streets of Devildom

(This has happened to me💀)

Long story short you were stressing him out

Lucky for you he has stupidly fast reflexes so whenever he notices you losing your balance or something he’s there to prevent that

Now back to the present

You were supposed to meet him in his room after you were done baking with Luke and Barbatos

As time went on though he started to grow worried

It was getting later and later yet you weren’t back yet

Getting fed up he was about to go look for you himself

“IM BACK”

You walked in with a box full of treats..that was bent in some places

Mammon couldn’t get words out because of him being too focused on the blood that stained your torn sleeve

His stomach dropped thinking the worse

“Oh, that? I tripped on the way here.”

You let him look over your arm anyway just to put him at ease

He kept mumbling “stupid human and you’re fragile body” while doing so

It’s not your fault that demons have bones of fucking steel

But you kept that thought to yourself

✰Lucifer

You already give him gray hairs

It was as if you were always involved in something

He really wished you would just sit down and not move

So when he discovered you were clumsy??

Just kill him now.

To be honest he really underestimated how bad it actually was

Everyone (except him cause he’s “perfect” and “has a reputation to uphold” 🙄) trips from time to time so it’s fine

That was until he witnessed you fall down a flight of stairs

“Hey, Lucifer, I have a quest-”

The carpet got caught under your shoe and you went TUMBLING

When I tell you he was horrified

And you just laughed it off?? Like it was nothing????

Of course, he checked on you and made sure you were alright (followed by a lecture about being more careful)

The HoL was already human-proofed but now that he knew that you were a danger to your own self

He now has to bubble wrap every sharp corner and secure the rugs to the floor

It was quite a funny sight tbh

Much to his dismay, he can not be with you at every waking moment

He was a very busy demon after all and you two had separate lives

So when he got a call from you asking if he could come get you he grew slightly worried

Once getting to you he realized he had every right to be

There you were

Sitting on the sidewalk

WITH A FUCKING GASH ON THE SIDE OF YOUR HEAD

And you were just..sitting there.

Safe to say his soul left his body

Good job MC.

You killed the demon.

You explained that you were skipping back to HoL when you step wrong and your ankle pretty much gave out causing you to fall on the sidewalk

He physically couldn’t comprehend how you were sitting here this calm

“Don’t worry grandpa. Tis only a scratch.”

…

A scratch?!

*mother hen noises*

You did feel a bit bad about how worried he was getting so you let him pamper you the rest of the night

✰Barbatos

This man is literally your lifesaver

He knows you’re about to trip before you can even process that your clumsiness is in effect

Do you know the olive theory? Y’all are like that but with your clumsiness.

He now carries bandages with him wherever he goes

A small curing spell is always in the back of my mind

He’s prepared for everything ranging from papercuts to life-or-death situations

Barbatos is a very feared demon

He has no reason to be afraid or worried about things

That was until you almost dropped a tea set that was over 5 millennia old

Mind you it was also his favorite

Why you had it in the first place? He doesn’t know

What he does know is that it was about to hit the floor

He didn’t know which one to save: the tea set or you

No one had ever seen Barbatos’s life flash before his eyes until then

So congrats on being the first

(Diavolo also thought seeing Barbatos like that was hilarious)

You are no longer allowed to carry fragile things anymore

Whenever you’re carrying anything in general with Barbatos around he gets an underlying feeling of anxiety

Which is why we were here now

Barbatos was preparing some tea for Diavolo when he heard a loud crash

He paused for a moment before calmly setting down the tea mix

He already knew who it was

Swiftly walking to the source of the noise he found you and a Little D...with one of the curtains on the ground

“It seems you’ve been busy.”

“I swear I didn’t mean to.”

With a simple scan of you, he could tell you were fine

Quickly he ushered you away and instructed the Littlw D to clean up the mess

Though he had to admit

Part of him was relieved it wasn’t the China case next to the curtain

His favorite set was in there

✰Satan

Another one who laughed at you when he saw you fall

Though it was more of a chuckle

Before you got close he would go out of his way to step aside if you were falling in his direction

Ngl you and him had an unspoken beef going on in your early Devildom days

Obviously your friendship ended up flourishing but so did his concern for you

He just casually holds an arm out if he notices you tipping a little too much

Moves you out of the way if something you dropped might hurt you

He also keeps an eye out for anything that could cause you to stumble

He doesn’t hover over you but you know that he’s got you

Tbh 10/10 bodyguard

The same can not be said about his room

Walking in there is a death trap

The first few times you entered his room you fell over a stack of books successfully spilling tea on the table

After that Satan really tries his best to clean his room or at the very least have a clear path for you

The key word here is tries

Very recently Satan had gotten into a new mystery book series

It was as if the author was pulling plot twist after plot twist

To say Satan was hooked was an understatement

More and more books by this author started popping up around his room

*cue you slamming his door*

“Satan! Guess what grandpa- ACK!”

He hadn’t even processed that you had entered his room yet

Looking up there you were

Under a pile of books that fell off the shelf

He got up to help you (after putting his bookmark in the book he was reading)

(What? He wasn’t about to lose his place and risk being spoiled trying to find it again)

You just stared up at him wondering if this was your end

Luckily you were fine!

Tbh you thought it was hilarious that his books could have been the reason you died

His brothers on the other hand did not

[another-heroine]

Wip: The Windmill

I was talking with @navstuffs yesterday, and I guess that our little talks encouraged me to write more about Laura and Luis. It's just a wip e half chapter, but it sounds nice imho.

And yes, I love writing about children characters.

“Mierda”: Shit

“¡Vamos, vamos!”: Hurry, hurry!

"Tonto": Silly boy

“Fastidiosa”: Boring girl

“Abuelo”: Grandfather

She held her breath as long as she could. Her eyes peaked through the small window, trying not to giggle while listening to his pace.

“Where are you?” Luis hummed, searching for any of the kids upstairs, rummaging every dusty corner.

Laura coiled under the window, behind a pile of rotten wood, praying that he — or the spiders of the mill — doesn't find her.

Suddenly she heard a scream, and then a laugh; “Found you, Ivo!”

“Mierda,” the boy grumbled.

One by one, Luis spotted all of his friends but one girl...

“Where has she gone?” He scratched the top of his head, trying to distinguish the shadows in the dim light. It was almost dark out there.

Laura sneaked up behind him. The stairs were near them, she just needed to go down and reach the base, but accidentally the dark-haired girl stepped on a creaky wood.

Luis turned around immediately and pointed to her. “There you are!”

Laura ran downstairs, giggling and jumping over any obstacles, getting out of the windmill. Luis was right behind her, stretching his arm to grab her and win that hide-and-seek round.

“You can't catch me!” she bragged, panting while moving her legs as fast as she could, almost reaching the base at the big oak. The other kids watched the scene and started cheering her, shouting “¡Vamos, vamos!”

In the end, she reached the tree at the same time when Luis tagged her. Everybody there started to argue about who won that time, and the seeker raised his hands. “Ok, ok, I lost. Laura was faster than me.”

The breathless girl puffed her chest and put her hands on waist. One of the boys rolled his eyes. “You just let her win. Again.”

Laura frowned. “If you were not clumsy, you could win too, tonto.”

“Fastidiosa.” The boy stuck his tongue to her.

The oldest boy of the group called, “Come on, the lovebirds can fight later, we have to head back to the village”.

They returned home under the first stars of that night. Although the babbling topic changed many times while they were walking, Laura was still a bit upset, but trying to not show. They didn’t deserve seeing her pouting, and willingly to avoid that, she stayed at the end of the line.

She was the tallest girl of the village, and Laura was just eleven yet. The girls there were cruel about her height, and the boys usually saw her as one of them — at least, most of the time.

That was so tiring…

“Hey, why are you alone here?” Luis asked.

The girl shrugged and lied, “Nothing. I’m just tired.”

The boy chuckled and brushed a lock of hair. “It’s not for nothing, huh? You are better than many of them.” He pointed to the group with his chin. Luis lowered his voice, “Don’t give a damn about Miguel. He is jealous”.

Laura pondered for a moment. “But… You let me win, didn’t you?”

“Who knows?” Luis shrugged and rubbed his nose. “Does it matter? Abuelo always says that we should recognize the nobility in someone else’s heart.”

Laura arched her brow. “I guess you misunderstood him…”

He just waved his hand like that was nothing. “Don Quixote would do the same.”

The girl grinned. Of course Don Quixote would do the same; he also would fight the windmill, thinking that it was a dangerous giant.

Laura sighed and said with a light tone, “Thank you”.

Luis blinked one eye and they walked together. It was funny that he was shorter than her, but right there were two weirdos who understood each other.

That was what mattered.

[mellow-human]

okay this is giving me apocalypse vibes and i just read part of a zombie fic so thats where my mind went.

A multitude of footsteps echoed through the building, together they thundered loudly until it was all that could be heard.

This structure was once an office building but now it crumbled, wasting away as nature began to reclaim it. Long ago it would have teamed with life, full of people going about their mundane work days.

Sarah had hoped it would be a safe place for her to hide from the undead that roamed the outside world. She begged for the property to harbour her, just so she could get a few hours of sleep but her plea was ignored.

Instead of finding an empty room to lock herself in, Sarah found an entire hoard. She hadn't stopped to count them but the woman could safely say there were hundreds.

The lone survivor had accidentally caught their attention when she swung open a door a little too harshly and let it slam against the wall it connected to. The noise sounded like a gunshot and drew the all the eyes and ears of the zombies that had gather in this part of the desolate building.

It might not have been that bad but when the few in this room spotted her, they let out ungodly screeches and like a wolf howling to its pack, many others heard.

Zombies from every part of this 30 floor office building heard the commotion and sprinted towards her location, looking for their next meal.

Sarah cursed herself for sneaking up this high, surely being on a lower level would have helped her in this predicament. She had only wanted to curl away somewhere and hide, but was currently running for her life.

The second the woman realised how screwed she was, she had spun on her heels and ran.

The room she had come from was empty, she knew having just made her was through it. It also, luckily, connected to a stairwell, one that was intact and had yet to fall to pieces from years of neglect.

The dusty concrete was a welcome sight.

Sarah slammed the door behind her and prayed it would hold, buying her some time. Heavy thuds of undead bodies running full speed into the entryway to the stairs made the the door rattle.

Her eyes caught on the hinges, rusted and ready to give way at any given moment.; She would need to move fast.

Getting to the bottom floor to escape the zombies was her only hope now.

Sarah rushed to the metal railing and stared down to the levels below. Her mind gave her the insane idea to jump; if she aimed it right, she could grab onto the railing of the flight of stairs below and hop her way down.

But if she fell.....

It was higher risk than just running down the staircase one floor at a time, but was she really in a position to put safety over speed?

She had one choice to make: to jump or to run.

And scene!

I dare you to write a story around this image

Bonus points: "[...] had one decision to make: to jump or to run."

Be creative! Who, or what, led your character here? Staircases alone are liminal spaces--where does this one begin and end? Where does this character's story begin and end?

Think outside the box!

And don't forget to tag I dare you to write if you're brave enough to publish.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hi i was wondering how would slashers celebrate their s/o's birthday?

Omfg I was literally thinking about this a few weeks ago. I don't know if poly or separate so I'll just put separate + with making cake!

I'm sorry this took so long, it was basically like this

My day be so fine writing this, then boom. My mom wakes up and makes me do chores.

And I also lacking motivation. Let me know if I should add more slashers.

Slashers celebrating their s/o's birthday!

Michael

You woke up to Michael standing over you, trying to catch your attention.

"What's wrong Michael..?"

He then drags you out of bed, it was unusual. You thought he might've accidentally knocked over some things but he dragged you to a calender and pointed at the date. It was marked... Your birthday! It wasn't marked before so that could only mean one thing.

"Aw, you remembered!" You hugged Michael's arm as he just stood there, you would've been a bit moody being woken up out of your sleep but you were happy your stoic mute expressionless boyfriend remembered your birthday. You walked over to the bathroom to get prepared. When you walked out you saw Michael with a note almost was unreadable that said "cake?"

"Oh, of course. There's no good birthday without cake."

Now you were both in the kitchen, Michael was just going to sit back and observe you but you insisted he'd join too. Now there was flour everywhere and egg bits on the counter and the sprinkles and chocolate chips no where to be seen, It suddenly disappeared when you told Michael about it. Hmm... You made a major mistake in telling Michael to put the cake batter in the oven while you were making icing and then a few minutes later your oven and cake was on fire and you ended up eating the icing and buying a small cake in a convenience store. Still a fun experience though. It was filled with laughter and giggling the whole time, he even smile secretly under his mask.

"Michael be more gentle, the eggs are flying everywhere! "

"Okay just pour the flou- not so fast!"

"Michael don't lick that you're gonna get salmonella."

"Michael? Where did the sprinkles go?"

"Ok,I'm done with the ic- what? OMG THE CAKE"

"Oh this is really good, here have a bite."

Billy and Stu

You were awoken with crashing down stairs and a loud scream. Curious and worried you discreetly started to waddle your way down stairs. You probably shouldn't but your boyfriends were in your house what if they got hurt?

You called out "Billy? Stu?" You were getting really worried. And then you saw your boyfriend Stu on the ground with blood on him and a knife on the ground. You started to tear up.

"Stu..?"

And then a a ghostly figure jumped in front of you stabbed you in the stomach, you looked down and you were frozen, the knife retraced and you saw that it was a fake knife! Then you heard laughter. You saw Stu get up and the figure took off it's mask and you saw Billy.

"Oh my god.." You sighed. They do this every couple of months and you fall for it everytime, you swear they have an obsession with 'ghostface'.

Stu then ran to hug you.

"I'm sorry baby." He said still laughing and smiling though. Billy joined in too and said,

"Okay as an apology we'll bake a cake for you."

"Why?"

"Because it's your birthday duh."

"Oh. Right." You were so scared you forgot it was your birthday.

You cleaned up the mess on the floor as they got the ingredients ready, it was alot. They really prepared for this.

"Okay so what are we gonna decorate it as? I want something spooky."

"Uh... A pumpkin? Witch? A zombie...??"

"Nah too cliché."

"How about ghostface with red filling inside as blood?"

"Oh you are a genius Y/n!" You smile shyly. You liked it though, even though it was really fucked up.

You quickly put to work and Stu kept throwing flour at the two of you as a silly little joke and Billy would do it ten times harder. You'd have to eventually duck down every once in a while since they were really getting into it but it was still somehow working out. You got everything done you put it in the oven and you decided to join in the fun and then Stu fell down and accidentally turned the temperature really high so it was a little burnt but that's the good part. They were REALLY quiet and focused on the decorating part it almost looked uncharacteristic. The cake turned out awesome but not so awesome at the incredibly dusty chaotic filth on the floor.

"You're gonna mess up the cake!"

"Stop eating the icing it's for the cake."

"Apologize to the cake"

"Let's put some candies in it!"

"Wow you're really good at this"

"Wait how are we going to get the filling inside"

"Damn this shit hits."

Jason

You were chilling outside when you saw Jason come over to you with a shit ton of flowers in his arms and slowly drops it all over you. Making it rain flowers for a few seconds.

"What's the occasion?" You asked him smiling holding some of the flowers.

He signs "your birthday" Right, it's your birthday today!

You smiled at him "what should we do on my birthday?"

He shrugged. There wasn't really much around the woods you guys could do well. Except go outside out of the woods! But he was a little shy. him somehow once ending up in New York City in Manhattan doesn't count.

So you decided to get some groceries instead. After a few hours of being paranoid you come back. With baking ingredients! He was excited. He couldn't really bake anymore after he died so he was ecstatic and especially with you too? He was a really happy man.

He was really careful and gentle with his actions, making sure not to mess up and upset you. You could basically order him anything and he would do it. But as the good spouse you are you decided to help him. He carefully poured the flour and cracked the eggs. unlike Michael and listened to every word you instructed to him discreetly. The baking session ended with a small food fight and two hungry spouses. It was a beautiful forest decorated cake with a couple fruits in it which was soft and sweet just perfect for a birthday. You don't know if zombies can have normal human food but he got a couple slices anyway.

It was a very fun experience for the both of you and you'd bake again and not just for a birthday.

"It's okay, there's nothing to panic about."

"You're doing great!"

"Yeah pass me th- did you just throw that at me."

"Cut the fruits into half's."

"Oh you did wonderful!"

"Can you even taste that?"

Thomas

Oh I'm not sure how he'll be able to celebrate your birthday when he's busy working 24/7 but I'm sure he can fix something.

You were babysitting babi while the others were busy with the victims. Even though it was your birthday you didn't mind hanging out with Babi, it kept you entertained anyways. You got thirsty and went into the kitchen and you saw your boyfriend and greeted him when he stopped you all of a sudden.

"What's worry Tommy?" But he just shook his head.

"Let me in I'm thirsty, I don't mind if there's a dead body on the ground." He then yet again shook his head and pushed you into the room you and Babi were previously in and ran out and came back with your water. That was weird.. But you choose to ignore it. Nothing was normal here anyway.

Babi started to get tired and fell asleep and you tucked her in but you were started to get really bored so you went outside into the woods for some fresh air. While walking you suddenly tripped and scratched yourself and started to bleed. Great. And you then heard running and the faint sound of a chainsaw from behind you and you saw a bleeding dirtied girl look at you and then grabbed you and started running. What the hell? She whispered.

"It's okay, I know you're scared but were gonna get out of this place together." Her voice was shaky and weak. Did she think you were a victim? Well in the state you were you did look like one. You tried to break out of her grip but they were like iron. You were about to say something but you shouldn't let her go. it'd be a great danger for you and the hewitts. So you decided to play along. But what you didn't expect was that she threw you in front of Thomas when he got near the both of you.

It was so sudden he managed to injure you. He immediately dropped his weapon and rushed over to you. There was a cut on your shoulder and blade but it was just a small minor injury. But the girl was getting away.

"Tommy I'm fine, get her!" You hissed slightly.

He was reluctant but he had to and not even 3 minutes later he comes back and carries you to the house. You were patched up and you saw Thomas walked to you holding a cake! But it wasn't without any icing or cream on it. And then he pointed at the table where there were cut up fruits and the icing. So you get to decorate whatever you'd like to. And God forbid hoyt says anything about this. He'll get a direct smack to the head by Luda. And hooray, everyone gets cake!

"Tommy put the blueberries over there."

"What should we make?"

"Is that supposed to be me?"

"Babi don't eat too much too much of the cream!"

"Oh thank you Mom, you were so generous to bake a cake for me."

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!"

[sebastianstansqueen]

Dada One Shot

A/N: Here's something I wrote in a note book a while ago and then added on to on here, and as always Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 2,102

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, and violence

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Bucky sat at his desk brooding like he’d done most nights, bourbon in his hand and he slowly shipped on it in thought. “Bucky.” Steve called to get his friend's attention, Bucky’s eyes snapped to the man’s.

Bucky sighed, letting out an irritated. “What? “Come on you’ve gotta get some sleep, you have people looking everywhere for her, I will wake you up if we find anything.” Steve tried reasoning. Bucky glared at him. “I get some sleep, also how the hell do you expect me to even think about sleeping when she’s out there possibly hurt or worse.”

“Everyone but you, I, and all of you’re guys thinks she is dead, I promise nothing is going to happen. I'll wake you up if anything comes up.” Steve told the man his irritation was growing fast. Bucky downed the drink leaving the room with a slam of the door. 

Five Years Ago

You and Bucky were inseparable, this man showed you his love with all of his heart, he gifted you flowers every day, always was ready in the morning with a coffee that you liked, he always told you that he’d protect and love you, whenever asking about his job when you first started dating he always told you that he was just a CEO, it explain the house, and the money so you left it at that. People always asked when he was going to propose and always thought the two of you were forever that all changed one night. 

You sat up in bed thirsty out of your mind but something very noticeable was the missing six-foot tall man that usually was always next to you as you slept, you headed down stairs filling up a glass of water when the cup was halfway filled however you heard a loud piercing scream from a man it scared you making you jump and drop the glass, you stepped around the shards, heading towards the basement door where the scream came from. 

The basement was somewhere you didn’t go because there was never a need to in the past you were shocked when the door led to stairs to another door, you made your way down the steps and opened the second door just enough to not be noticed but to be able to see, and what you saw behind the door made you want to scram and puke it making you sick to your stomach, the man you love was practically covered in blood, because he currently tortured a man in the baicement of the one place you were supposed to be safe in. 

Bucky rolled his eyes at the man before him. “Be quiet, I've got a girl sleeping up stairs, and I don’t think you wanna see what will happen if you wake her up.” He hissed in the man's ear, but it still slightly echoed in the empty room. 

You accidentally let the door close too hard for your liking making your presence noticed on accidentYou didn’t care now you ran up the stairs opening and slamming the second door you ran to the kitchen. “Y/n!” Bucky called out and he followed your steps. “Y/n I can explain.” Looking for the keys to your car, Bucky had many and kept all the keys in this dwar. The one that kept yours apart from the other ones was that there was a little boondoggle with different colors of blue, you’d run out to your blue toyota, you pulled out of the gurage and drove past the lush front yard you loved, and up to the gate you typed in the pin and in your rearview along with the side view mirrors you saw Bucky looking frantic as he ran towards your car but it was already too late the gate opened, and you pulled out leaving the place you’d grown to addor in away. 

Present

Bucky woke up feeling refreshed but still was disappointed that he hadn’t been woken up to be told that you were back he was afraid of being alone you were and still are his sun and his life you were his brightness in the dark, along with his warmth to his cold and he missed you he needed you, he’d be willing to go legitimate put all the mob shit behind him just to be with you again. He walked into the kitchen to get his breakfast but there you were in the spot you’d always would sit on a stool at the island, his breath was gone, the first time he’d seen you in person in five years, he could cry. “Y/n.” It was a soft whisper as he said your name. You turned around and looked into his deep blue eyes.

The one question that had been circling your mind all morning was the first thing out of your mouth. “Are you gonna kill me?” It came out without fear for some reason even though you were terrified. 

Bucky looked at you with furrowed brows. “No Y/n I wouldn't ever dream of hurting you.”

You sighed with relief and then irritation grew, you put your hands on your hips. “Then what the hell am I doing here, Bucky it’s been five years, you’ve-” You cut your self off. “Did you have your men watching me?” Now you were angry. 

“No, Y/n, if I did you would have been back here five years ago to talk this out.” Bucky told you. “Look I-I can't function without you, five years of just looking for you and a little actual business.”

You shook your head and then went back to what you were saying. “You’ve gotta move on, Bucky I have a family.” Bucky’s heart fell at that moment.“What?”

“I have two kids and a fiancé and you should be your literally Six years older than me you should have moved on.” You were lying, yes you did have kids and a fiancé that you loved, but not as much as you ever loved Bucky, you’d never move on truly. 

“Y/n I can’t move on, it's not that easy for me, you out you I feel incomplete.” He told you with sadness written on his fetchurs. 

You were debating if you should tell him or not for the moment you decided not. “What the hell were you doing in the basement that night.” Bucky sighed and thought for a second. “Just tell me the truth please.”

“I’m a mafia boss, my father inherited it from my grandfather on my mothers side after they got married and once I turned twentie my dad had me take over, that night I was dealing with a person who used to be one of my men, after he betrayed me.” He explained.

You blinked a few times at him. “Thats not a fucking reason to tourtchure and murder a person.” 

Bucky shook his head. “You wont get it.” Bucky huffed. “What’s your kid's name?”

“I have a son and a daughter.” Was all that you told him. “I’ve gotta get home, and it’s gonna be a long flight.” 

Bucky was trying to get you to stay longer. “How old are they?”

  “Two and one.” Lying again about one of those. 

Bucky frowned. “Oh.” 

“I’ve gotta go.” You sighed.

Bucky’s men had taken you back to the airport like you asked, you’d had to be a little thankful for Bucky at the moment getting you on a first class flight clear to Idaho where you lived, little did you know Bucky was gonna be on the same flight to Idaho just keeping himself hidden from you.

You landed and headed to your house, Bucky following your drive, you walked into the house. “God Y/n I was so worried.” Caleb, your fiancé said as he pulled you in for a hug and a kiss. “It was, him, want it?” You nodded. “What happened?”

“He just explained a few things to me along with me explaining  a few things and he told me he’s been looking for me for the five years.” You told him. 

“Did you tell him about Jimmy?” Caleb asked. 

You shook your head. “I lied and told him that my kids are two and one.” 

Caleb sighed. “Jimmy isn’t legally mine yet so I’m not gonna tell you how to raise him, but you should tell the guy he deserves to know he has a kid.” 

You nodded. “I know but I-I couldn't. I don't think I can tell you what he told me but I don’t want him to know about Jimmy because of something.” 

Then the five year old boy along with his two year-old sister came running up. “Mama!” Jimmy cheered, you hugged both of them.

“Hey babies.” You cooed at both of them, then came a knock, your brows furrowed. “You guys expecting someone?” You asked them, Caleb shrugged. You turned to answer the door as you opened it, your joy of seeing your kids fell. “Bucky?” 

He looked at the two kids, one of them wasn’t a one year old, his lips pierced, the little boy’s eyes and hair were almost identical to Bucky's. The kid was a complete mix between you and Bucky, this hurt him he obviously had a child that he didn’t know about. “What the hell?” Bucky asked with irritation. 

Jimmy turned to Caleb. “Dada is mama okay?” He asked the man. 

Caleb turned to both kids. “Jimmy, Isabel, how about we go to the living room and watch something disney preferably and loud.” The three of them headed to the living room. 

Bucky was irritated even more that Jimmy his son called another man dada. “Come on.” You said heading outside onto the wrap around porch both of you stood looking at one another. 

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me in New York?” Bucky asked with fury in his eyes. 

You sighed. “Because it’s been five years and he doesn't know who you are and also because after you told me your father had you take over your business, and I don’t want that for Jimmy.”

Bucky huffed. “Do you honestly think I’d do that? I'd do what you wanted if we had a family I’d do what you want they’d be your kids too, I wouldn’t have forced anything, do you honestly think I’d do that to you or them.” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know what you would have done.” You rolled your eyes. “Caleb told me I should have told you, but I didn’t because that's what I thought would have been best for him, you can meet him I guess if that's what you want.” Bucky nodded. “Yeah that's exactly what I want.”

“Okay.” You led him back inside your home, you led him into the entry hallway. “Stay here while I get him.” You walked into the living room where both of your kids and fiancé watched Hercules. “Jimmy, there's someone who wants to meet you.” He got up from the couch.” He wanted you to pick him up, you held him caring, him to the hallway. “Jimmy this is an old friend of mine, Bucky, Bucky this is Jimmy.” 

“Hi.” Jimmy waived.

Bucky smiled. “Hello.”

Your son turned to you and whispered, Jimmy was a really smart kid he knew you weren’t telling you the whole story, he was the only one you had for three years, then you met Caleb and had Isabel. “Mama, who is the man actually?” He asked. 

You sighed. “He’s your father.” 

Jimmy looked at you and then Bucky, he accepted this but felt a little bitter towards his apparent father. “Okay.” He shrugged, wanting to be put down.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he watched the kid walk out of the hallway. “Does he like me?” 

“Jimmy has always been a very smart kid, and earlier on he comprehended that his dad wasn't around and that it would be only I and him, and then I started dating Caleb and he got used to him being his father and I don’t know if Jimmy is wanting to accept another father now.” You explained this to Bucky. 

“I want to be a part of his life.” Bucky told you. 

You sighed. “I’m not moving back to New York, and I’m sure as hell not gonna let my kid go on a plane alone, I’ve let you meet him and you decide what to do.” 

“I’m gonna buy a house down here and be here as much as possible.” Bucky honestly wanted to be here for you and his son.

[helliontherapscallion]

sibling hybrid!creeper reader headcannons/one-shot for SBI ( + ranboo? 🧍‍♀️ ) hurt/comfort. like maybe the reader struggles with emotions and doesn't know how to deal w/ them healthily, so they end up bottling them up and kinda explode at times.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like your writing :) congrats on 1k!! <3

and one last thing,.. can i be 🫂 anon?

(A/N): I had a lot of fun with this one, and thank you : ) I hope you don’t mind that I added Tubbo. Also one more thing, I imagine the explosion is kinda like a Bakugou situation but uncontrollable

Warnings: anti-hybrid rhetoric/slurs (speciesism???), swearing, blood (not much, just mentions of a nose bleed)

It was completely an accident this time, it all just came so fast. You were standing in front of a store window when you felt something rub against your leg. When you looked down, panic engulfed your entire being when you saw an orange cat rubbing and nuzzling against your leg, letting out deep purrs. You had no clue why this cat wasn’t chasing you like all other cats usually did, but you didn’t want to ponder. You felt the familiar pressure building up inside of you as a startled hiss left your mouth and you jumped away from the creature. Your skin was sparking and popping as your freckles lit up in a glowing green light. 

Finally, explosions left your skin as the glass shattered next to you and gravel was turned up and thrown about. You fell to your knees and rubbed at your burning eyes and wiped the blood from your nose. Exploding like that had always taken a lot out of you and made your nose bleed. You suspected that it was because of the sudden build up and release of pressure and energy. 

The back of your shirt was grabbed and you were yanked off from the ground. There staring at you was the owner of the shop that you accidentally blew up. His green eyes were ablaze as he gritted his teeth and looked into your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?! You blew up my window!”

Small hisses left your mouth, “I-I’m sorry sir I swear I didn’t mean t-”

“Like hell you didn’t! Your kind always destroys everything!”

You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes at him, “my kind?”

“Yes, hybrids! Filthy mutts, all you do is destroy! You’re a bunch of freaks.”

You could feel another explosion coming about and this time you did not even attempt to hold this one back. You stared him dead in the eyes with the harshest glare you could muster. As soon as the hisses started to leave your mouth and the freckles once again glowed green, the man’s eyes widened before he threw you into the street away from the building. Another explosion left you and disassembled the neat cobblestone of the road. A single stone flew and shattered what was left of the store window. Another flew and hit the store owner in the head knocking him out. 

And here you were now; hisses left your mouth as you ran down the beaten path of the village towards the exit. The iron golem following you was hot on your tail, it’s booming footsteps picking up dust clouds from the gravel. Villagers around you scattered and started to whisper fearfully amongst themselves. You could feel their fearful and angry stares burning holes through you. After you got out of the village and the iron golem was still chasing you, you ducked into the forest where you knew it wouldn’t follow you. You climbed up a tree and watched as the golem angrily smacked the foliage out of the way before it gave up and hobbled back into the village. 

You dragged your feet tiredly back home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed. Your senses were on overdrive as you were hyper aware of everything around you. You’ve never exploded twice within the span of ten minutes before, and it wore you out. Small exhausted hisses left your mouth as you trudged along the path. 

After getting home you walked past a confused and concerned Wilbur, dodging his hands that were trying to grab you so he could get a better look at you. You walked up the stairs ignoring his questions and walked past Tommy.

“Hey sparky, what’s got you lookin like shit?” He asked you before he started to laugh to himself at the nickname he knew you hated. You winced at the volume of his voice before you hissed angrily and stomped off into your room before you passed out immediately in your bed the second you threw yourself onto it. 

You didn’t wake up until a hand shook you awake firmly. You peeled open your eyes to see Tommy hovering over you looking slightly scared. When you fully opened your eyes, he sighed in relief.

“Oh my fucking Ender, I thought you died for a second.”

You only groaned and covered your head with the covers trying to block out the morning light streaming into your room and Tommy’s voice. He shook you more, your entire bed shaking with it. “Get up. Dad wants you downstairs for breakfast cuz you skipped lunch and dinner.”

You said nothing as he ripped the covers off from you eventually and pulled you out of your bed. You landed on the floor with a thump and hissed a little in frustration. You stood up and pushed him out of your room and slammed the door behind him. The locked door handle jimmied before it stopped and everything was silent. You prayed that he went away, but alas he didn’t. You rubbed your forehead when he started to knock at your door in multiples of two.

Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock kno-

“I’ll be down in a minute fuckface. I’m gonna get dressed.”

“If you aren’t down in five minutes I’m getting Techno. He’ll carry your ass down.”

Downstairs, you shambled into the kitchen past the table and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Your family silently watched you before the conversation started back up again. You plopped down next to Wilbur and sipped at your coffee deliriously. He eyed you in concern, “you okay?” You hummed and poked at your eggs. You didn’t feel hungry at all. “You su-”

“Yes, I’m sure Wilbur.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and returned to your coffee. After your fourth cup of coffee you were cut off by a concerned Philza. Even after four cups of coffee, you still felt slightly physically drained and it showed in your sluggish movements. Your day went by with you holding in your frustration and anger from everybody constantly asking if you were okay. Days of holding in explosions passed with them finally leaving you alone. However, that did nothing to alleviate your bottled up frustrations.

Techno was sitting on the couch reading a book while Wilbur was sitting in the chair across the room trying to find the lyrics of his next song. Philza was in the kitchen doing who knows what. You were currently walking up to Tommy’s room to say hi to your old friends Tubbo and Ranboo after getting home from a trip to another village. 

That trip was rough for you but not as rough as the one a few days prior; you could only stand so much fear filled and hateful staring after all. Your creeper features consisting of pitch black irises and dark gray sclera, a mop of dark green hair, and green freckles sprayed randomly across your skin was definitely an attention grabber for anyone. A few of the kids even threw rotten tomatoes and stones at you, it was so hard holding in explosions by the time you left that you just felt very overwhelmed. Hanging out around the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ always enough to calm you down from a rough day. Mellohi’s muffled relaxed beat makes the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile. 

However just as you opened the door to Tommy’s room, you could hear their conversation end. “Hey guys, how’re-”

A yelp left your throat as something very cold drenched your body. An iron bucket came tumbling down and hit your head before falling to the floor with a clank. The pressure that has been building up in your chest increased tenfold, but you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk to your room for a change of clothes. Behind you, you heard Tommy laughing hysterically while Tubbo tried to apologize between his own laughter. You didn’t even have to look at Ranboo to know that he was guiltily fiddling with his sleeves as his tail flicked back and forth sharply. 

After you went into your room, you grabbed your pillow and screamed as loud as you could into it to blow off some steam. After that didn’t work, you tried punching the pillow relentlessly but that didn’t work. You could still feel pressure and energy inside your chest lingering and threatening to burst. 

You sighed and made your way downstairs walking past Tommy’s door. You could now hear Ranboo laughing with them, and that just made you even more angry than you were before. 

Everything around you was pissing you off. Philza’s wings fluttering behind him subconsciously, Technoblade’s little ‘heh’’s as he read something that caught him off guard in his book, Wilbur’s humming and mumbling to himself as he composed his next song, Tommy’s, Ranboo’s, and Tubbo’s loud laughter echoing from Tommy’s room. Every little sound was enough to send you over the edge. Just as you were about to leave the house to calm down again, a knock sounded at the door.

Philza gently pushed you behind him with furrowed brows and a hand on the sword hung around his hip. Techno’s book snapped shut as he stood up to grab his axe while Wilbur walked over to you and put a protective hand on your shoulder. You understood why they were cautious; you didn’t normally get visitors and the last time the house did, it was someone that decided to try and attack Technoblade on sight when he opened the door screaming about how hybrids aren’t natural. Keyword: tried. Techno absolutely would’ve killed him if it wasn’t for Philza holding him back. 

You felt anxiety creep up inside you as you fought against the small hisses trying to escape your mouth. The door opened slowly to reveal the store owner from a few days ago. His eyes hardened when he saw the wings sprouting from Philza’s back before his eyes flicked to you. He did not look happy to see you behind your dad’s massive wings. Without another word, you turned and ran up to your room when you felt the pressure become almost unbearable. 

You ran past Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo who were leaving Tommy’s room with hesitance. You didn’t respond when they tried to stop you. Slamming your door closed, you sat on your bed with your head clutched in your hands desperately trying to fight against the pressure building up. Small pops sounded on your skin as you grit your teeth in concentration. You could hear knocking at your door, thank god you locked it behind you. You had no idea how long you were sitting there trying to hold it back.

When the pressure became too much and you felt yourself losing grip on your control, you knew you needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. This was going to be a huge explosion, probably the biggest one you were going to do. The loud continuous hiss that left your throat was something you weren’t actively doing, another telltale sign that you were about to explode. You ripped open the door, pulled yourself from Tommy’s grasp, and ran as fast as you could downstairs. Philza followed you with a furious expression when he saw you, the store owner seemingly having left. 

“(Y/n), what in the hell did you do?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the living room. You tried your hardest to pull out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight. The hissing had gotten slightly louder, but you moved a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle it. He sat you down on the couch and started pacing in front of you, his feathers puffed up angrily. Wilbur and Techno were eyeing you warily from across the room. 

“What were you thinking, blowing up his store like that? Were you even thinking? Cuz that was stupid (y/n). Hybrids get enough bad rap, and you go and pull this?!”

“Dad-”

“Not now Wilbur. As I was saying, you could’ve killed someone! What would you do then-”

“Dad,” Techno’s assertive tone stopped Philza in his tracks as he ran a hand down his face. “What could you possibly want right now, boys?”

“(Y/n)’s gonna explode soon.” Wilbur hurried over to you and helped you up. You could hear the three younger boys’ steps thundering down the stairs. By now, you were visibly shaking and sweating with the effort of holding explosions back. You could see the glowing of your freckles through the reflection of Wilbur’s glasses. 

“Shit,” Philza sounded panicked in that moment as Wilbur ushered you out of the house and into the forest. You pushed him away and stumbled your way deeper into the forest. You heard them attempting to follow you, but you gestured for them to get back. You had no idea how big this one was going to be, but it was definitely going to be large. 

You ran deeper into the forest until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Leaning against a tree, you finally let yourself explode. This one was painful; your skin burned with every pop that emanated from your freckles, the burning making your free nerve endings scream at you. The last thing you saw was a wave of dirt splashing up before you blacked out. 

You were in and out of consciousness for the next week or so. Whenever you would wake up slightly, it would only be for a couple moments before you would pass out again. It was in those moments that the pain and the lack of energy hit you at full force. You supposed being unconscious was better than the mental and physical fog and the pain. 

By the time you fully woke up, your senses were slightly hyperactive, but nowhere near how you felt when you blew up that store. You reached up with a heavy hand to wipe at your crusty eyes before you heard rustling next to you. You looked over to see Philza standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. When he saw that you were awake, he rushed to your side and helped you sit up. You took the water gratefully and drank it, the liquid refreshed your dry throat. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

“Tired and a little sore. How long was I out for?”

“About a week, you really worried us. That was a really big one. Do you know why it was so big?”

You nodded and looked down at the water in your hands, swirling it around the glass. You didn’t want to tell him about feeling angry and overwhelmed at every little thing around you the past few days. You felt guilty at that, they were just trying to live their lives while you were cursing them for merely existing. A finger under your chin made you look up at Philza. His eyes were full of gentleness and empathy, “c’mon, you can tell me. I want to help you.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you feel comfortable. Take as much time as you need.” He sat on the edge of your bed and looked around your room while he waited. You took a second to gather your thoughts before you took a deep breath. Philza perked up and diverted his full attention to you. 

“It started when I first blew up that guy’s store. I swear it was an accident that time, a cat snuck up on me and rubbed on me,” you shuddered, small hisses leaving your mouth. “The guy came out and picked me up by my shirt. He called us some names so I kinda got mad and blew up on purpose.”

“‘Us’?”

You nodded, “hybrids. He said that ‘our kind’ destroys everything.” You glared at the glass in your hands, hissing in contempt and watching the freckles dully glow green. “He called us ‘filthy mutts’ and freaks, Dad.” Philza looked slightly peeved at the name calling, “still, you shouldn’t’ve blown up on him. You could’ve killed him, (y/n).”

“So you’re saying that it’s okay for him to call us slurs? Should we just let people slander us?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head, his medium length blond hair swaying with the movement. “Hell no, I’m not saying that at all. You should never let someone call you things, but violence is never the answer.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, “frankly, he deserved what was coming to him. I just wish he didn’t throw me before I could blow up.” 

“Hold on, he fucking threw you?” You nodded and watched his eyes darken and anger flash across his face, “violence is sometimes the answer then. Did he hurt you?” 

“No, but I just felt so… so drained. But so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve never exploded twice in the same day before.”

He hummed in realization, “so that’s why you slept through most of the day. Sorry, go on.”

“After Tommy woke me up everything just felt worse. It was like everything around me was amplified. It was hell, the last few days I was just hyper aware of everything and it was pissing me off. Every little thing drove me crazy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding but I held it back until I couldn’t anymore.” 

“(Y/n), you know that’s not healthy… I talked to Sam, you remember right?” You shook your head, “well, he was an old friend of Wilbur’s. He used to come here all the time before he had to move away. He’s a creeper hybrid like you,” he chuckled when you perked up, “he gave me some advice on your anatomy when you were growing up. Anyways, he told me that sensory overload is common when you explode. He said that it’s normal to feel drained afterwards and to definitely get plenty of sleep. The sensory issues apparently get worse if your rest is interrupted, so that was probably why you felt overwhelmed in the past few days… He also told me that it really isn’t healthy to explode more than once a day or to hold it in for longer than necessary. Please just come to me if you’re feeling overwhelmed again or if you need to rest after exploding. I can even build you an obsidian building where you could go and not blow up anything.”

“...I’d like that. What- what else did he tell you?” Philza chuckled and started to tell you more about what Sam told him about his anatomy. He even gave you Sam’s comms contact so you could contact him if you had any questions or wanted some advice. He was a nice man when you talked to him, always having an answer for your questions. You even found old pictures of you as a baby following him around. Apparently you could tell that he was part creeper; wherever he was in the house, you were bound to be near him.

The rest of the day, you hung out with the rest of your family and the bench trio. 

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Techno wasn’t one for open affection, being the type to give you little trinkets and giving you suggestions on what to read next. Every time you woke up, you would find small objects ranging from gold to emeralds and books on your nightstand. He would vehemently deny being the one that gave you the items, but you and the rest of the family knew better. Sometimes, he would drop into your room to ask you what you thought of the book and have a thorough discussion about it with you while you were recovering. 

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You leaned against Wilbur’s side with his arm wrapped around you. The hand that was around you was rubbing circles into your shoulder. After he scolded you for bottling up your emotions, he climbed into your bed and pulled you to his side. Small hums left his throat. 

“(Y/n)?” You hummed, your eyes half lidded and almost about to fall asleep. “Would you mind if I wrote a song about you? It would fit with the next album’s theme.” 

“Knock yourself out.” Your words were slightly slurred as you nuzzled closer to him. He laughed a bit, the sound being muffled and reverberating his chest. “Get some sleep. I’ll brainstorm some ideas to run by you before you wake up.”

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Hanging out with the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ was always fun, even if you were on strict orders to stay in bed by Dadza. Nobody argues with a concerned Dadza, but they found other ways to hang out with you. Tommy had moved his jukebox into your room and was playing cat, the music soothing you immensely and putting an end to your worries. However, what didn’t soothe you was the card game in front of you. 

You were watching in horror as everybody put down a plus two card stacking the amount the victim would have to draw. So far, the plus two streak had already gone around the circle once and is now going around once more. It was nearing your turn and it was with great horror that you realized you didn’t have a color changing card or a plus two card. The two cards in your hand felt heavy as you watched Ranboo pull out another card.

“Please Ranboo, I’ll do anything. Don’t put that card down.” You watched as his ears twitched before he smiled innocently at you, putting the card down and laughing at you when you started the long process of drawing fourteen cards and sorting them. 

“Sorry, my hand slipped.”

“Get fucked (y/n)!” Tommy cackled at you. You flipped him off before you went back to sorting the cards. Tubbo put down a plus four color changing card and smiled at Tommy. 

“Sorry Tommy, but uno and the color is now red!”

“Goddamnit Tubbo! That’s the one color I don’t have,” he grumbled and drew four cards. Ranboo smiled triumphantly and put down his last card before showing you his empty hands. “What?! You didn’t even say uno!” You eyed his smug smile with disbelief. 

“You guys didn’t call me on it though.”

“That’s not the rules, Ranboo! You have to say uno!” Tommy argued. Long story short, the rules had to be looked up and the family had to be consulted before your group came to the conclusion that you in fact do not have to call out uno and the other players could call them out on it. Eventually after a few tense games, the three were sitting on your bed. Ranboo had some difficulty with it due to his height, but he managed with his legs crossed. 

“(Y/n) do you reckon you could become charged if you were hit by lightning?”

“Tubbo, you’re a genius,” Tommy breathed out, “let’s go see!” 

“No, you will not go see. Sit back down.” Wilbur called out as he passed your room. The group slumped slightly. “We’ll see when I get better. Mark my words, the next thunderstorm that happens I will see if I can be charged.” You whispered to them, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is, Ranboo. It probably won’t kill them.”

“Probably?” Ranboo raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s nonchalant answer. “Yes, probably.”

“I still have three lives left. If I die, I die.” You wove a hand in the air as you spoke and watched as Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Do it for science, (y/n).”

“Oh I will. For science!” You raised your water glass in the air and Tommy and Tubbo followed suit with wide smiles. “For science!”

You three turned to stare at a deadpanning Ranboo. He sighed before he raised his glass of milk and let out a monotone “for science.” You, Tommy, and Tubbo cheered as you clanked your glasses together. You could see a hint of a fond smile on Ranboo’s face as he watched you three chug your waters before he downed his milk in one swallow. 

You smirked at them and leaned close, talking lowly so that anyone passing by wouldn’t overhear you. “So, what’s our plan?”

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[finelinevogue]

Every time I look at this pic I am just imagining you and Harry are in New York and you guys are wating for you can to come and some fans took pic of you guys being the cutest couple 😩😩

okay i like this one!! my inbox is so full rn and i just wanna say i see everything, it’s just my inspiration comes a lot quicker for some rather than others, but i’m working on them slowly!! i promise <33

“Harry!”

You squealed as you accidentally bumped into another person as you ran down the stairs and through a corridor, back up some stairs, a left and a right so you could reach the platform for your train.

You were running really late. You and Harry were supposed to be at some fancy event for the release of a new Gucci line that Harry had campaigned in, but when Harry had seen you in your emerald sparkly dress he just couldn’t keep his hands to himself and had over-divulged in you. Now you were running through the New York subway, running for your train that was about to leave in 47 seconds if it was running on time. The only problem was that you were in black high heels, so it was impossible to run fast.

“Will you bloody hurry up woman!” Harry shouted back to you, running ahead to clear a path for you both. However, when he saw you and your heels were slowing, at the danger of breaking an ankle, he waited for you to catch up and swooped you up in to his arms. He ran for the both of you, you being cradled bridle style with your arms tightly around his shoulders and laughing as he ran as fast as he could. Your dress was blowing and you were worried you might flash someone.

“Harry oh my go— sorry!” You called out to a random man you accidentally took out with your legs.

“Fuck, we are actual twats.” Harry laughed as he rounded the corner to the platform.

“The train! Harry run!” You stressed, watching the doors about to close. Harry ran and pressed the button just in time. Someone on the other-side of the door was also pressing the button to help you get on.

The doors opened and Harry carried you both on safely.

“Thanks man!” Harry nodded to the guy who had helped you.

“No problem man. Are you okay?” The guy asked you, Harry now putting you down so you were standing.

“Oh yeah I just cannot run in heels!” You chuckled, pointing to your now scuffed shoes.

The train started moving and Harry caught your arm as you nearly went toppling over from lack of balance. Once you were both stood up you did a quick look at the train-line route and counted how many stops were made before yours; 4.

“You both don’t look dressed to be travelling on the sub.” The guy stated which made you both laugh, you rolling your eyes as you had been thinking the exact same thing.

“We are already late and New York traffic will mean we won’t show up until two weeks time. So the subway it was.” Harry explained, standing behind you with his arms draped loosely over your shoulders comfortably. You felt the warmth of his chest on you back, slightly sweaty from both the heat of the subway but also the running that you’d both just done. You brought one of your hands up to hold onto one of Harry’s, squeezing it just because you could.

“Y’both crazy.” The guy laughed.

“We know.” Harry laughed back, scrunching his nose and then coming to give you a kiss to the top of your head as the train came to a stop.

“Alright well this is my stop. Have a chill evening.” The guy waved you both and hopped off the train when the doors opened, leaving you to breathe a heavy sigh and lean back into Harry’s pressing back more. You bathed in his comforting smell of pine and vanilla.

A group of young people got on the train and stood opposite to you two. You looked over at them and noticed that they had noticed Harry, smiling and giggling to one another. You smiled to them, not wanting to draw more attention to the situation than safe. Harry squeezed your hand to let you know everything was okay and he wouldn’t let anything happen to you - if things did get crazy. One girl came up to you boldly.

“Hi Harry, could I get a photo with you please?” They asked, holding a disposable camera up as if to prompt that the photo would be taken on that instead of a normal phone. That was the way to Harry’s heart, you knew.

“‘Course, yeah.” Harry replied kindly, untangling himself from you and moving to the side to stand next to the girl. They’d handed the camera to another friend in their group so they could take the photo. Harry stood next to the girl, arm around their shoulder and smiling cheesily in his Gucci suit that made him look so goddamn handsome.

“Thank you so much.” The girl smiled.

“Do you want a group photo with him?” You asked the whole lot of them and they eagerly grinned, holding out the disposable camera to you as they thanked you. Harry bent over at the front of the group, holding up a peace sign and opening his mouth in a wide smile. You captured the moment perfectly, a slight red light in the background as you pulled into the next stop.

“Thank you so much. Have a good night.” They all spoke kindly, and you saw them take a couple of candid photos of you and Harry as moved back towards one another and managed to find seats to sit down on thanks to people getting off. There was only one seat, however, so you were left to sit on top of Harry’s lap much to his enjoyment.

“It was nice of you to take photos with them.” You smiled at him, caressing his cheek softly and then kissing him over that spot.

“You were nice to offer a group photo.” He replied, smiling in pride over how kind and thoughtful you were. He was so in love with you and all your golden personality traits that built you up to be his little shining star.

“You’re such a good person H.”

“Not as much as you are, baby.”

“I’m not having this debate with you.” You scoffed playfully, hitting his chest playfully.

“‘Cause you know i’ll win.” He said smugly and all you wanted was to fucking kiss that smirk off his face, but in this public space there was no chance - especially when you knew that group of fans were definitely pointing their cameras at you even if you did have you back to them.

“Y’so difficult.” You rolled your eyes.

“I know, but you love me.”

“Too true.” You buried your head into his neck and sniffed his homely scent as you allowed his presence to encapsulate you. It really was true. Still is. You love Harry Styles.

[separatist-apologist]

Could you…please…write a, ahem, sexy part of the SW AU? Uhhhhhhh, also could we have a smug Lucien being, well smug, toward Grayson? love your writing, I love for it ❤️❤️

SAY. LESS. The way I wrote this so fast. RATED M FOR MY MAN, LUCIEN, CONTROL YOURSELF (NSFW)

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He couldn’t get the Naboo senator from his mind. He had no right, of course. She hailed from literal royalty—her younger sister was the Queen of Naboo, elected for an unheard of fourth term. It was the elder sister that introduced him, accidentally of course. Nesta Archeron, Rebel hero, General Archeron to him and those like him. They aspired to follow in her example when it came to fighting Imps. She’d brought her sister to see the New Republic Navy and Lucien, the best pilot by a Corellian mile had been the perfect person to show her around.

Elain was nothing like Nesta, at least on the surface. Encased in buttery soft fabric, her hair twisted prettily from her face, Elain looked at everything without giving away a single though. She said little though he’d sworn he caught her smiling at one of his many attempts at a joke. Nesta didn’t comment on his flirting when Elain retreated back to the senate house but Lucien was smitten.

Only Elain, with her golden brown hair and her heart shaped face, could convince him to brave senators arguing on the floor. It was technically open to the public, and broadcast across the holo and yet from the very top level, he was one of the rare few who’d come to watch. The debate centered on the remnants of the Empire. Sympathizers still existed on worlds that hadn’t been touched by the horror and their Senators argued passionately for leniency. Lucien could offer the Empire no mercy and never would. The only good Imp was a dead one, in his opinion.

Leaning against smooth, bronze railing, he watched Elain stand. Her hair twisted about her face elegantly in a fashion he was unfamiliar with. Her rose colored gown hung from freckled shoulders and he wondered how anyone managed to get anything done in the face of such loveliness.

“It is a mistake, as my colleague so eloquently argues, to allow the Empire access to the Mid-Rim. They continue to push further and further into the core even now, as they plunder planets outside of the New Republic’s purview. There have been reports they are taking children, to what purposes I still cannot fathom. Sanctions are too soft—it is time the New Republic took a hard line and wiped them from the galaxy. If we do not, it is my fear they will rebuild somewhere we do not see them and the devastation will be catastrophic.”

The Coruscanti senator, a man Lucien had seen broadcast on the holo—Graysen, he thought—rolled his eyes.

“Your alarmist fear mongers wreak of the election cycle,” he snorted. “The Empire is no more, the fragmants scattered about wild space. Why, if the Empire is as bold as you claim, what is our Navy doing to combat it? Why have a Navy at all, if they’re so ill equipped?”

Lucien bristled at that comment. They did too much, were patrolling too often. They still lost people to the cause, hidden from the comfortable view of the wealthy elite like Graysen.

“A war is not won in one decisive battle—” Elain attempted but Graysen cut her off. He ran a hand through perfectly coiffed brown hair.

“To hear you speak, you’d think no war was won at all. Frankly, I find it disrespectful to our veterans and all those we lost. A moment of silence, if you will, for their sacrifice—”

Elain’s outrage was clear from the nosebleed seats. She crossed her arms over her chest, dropping into the rounded chair of her platform. He’d bested her, Lucien surmised, though it seemed cheap. Lucien didn’t understand why she didn’t press the other senator, or call him out on his showman ship.

It seemed they were at time for the day. He raced down purpled carpeted stairs, catching her in a hall lined with offices.

“Mr. Vanserra,” Elain replied crisply the moment he jogged up beside her. Flames seemed to dance in the brown of her eyes, and though she was a small woman, hardly rising to his shoulders, he flinched away. “How can I help you?”

He shrugged, unwilling to admit he’d come to watch her orate. “Want me to beat that guy up?” he asked instead, thumbing behind him in Graysen’s direction. Elain glanced over her shoulder, eyes narrowed.

“Hold that thought,” she said, stopping in her tracks. They’d spoke of the devil and he’d come to answer. Graysen, dressed in expensive white and gold robes, joined them a moment later.

“No hard feelings, right?” Graysen asked, glancing from Elain to Lucien. His lips thinned at whatever he saw on Lucien’s face. “It’s just politics.”

“It’s not just politics,” Elain snapped. “It’s reallives of real people.”

“The war is over,” Graysen said, his voice placating. “We need to move forward, we need to promote unity—”

“Unity doesn’t free the wookies,” Elain interrupted, shoulders squared. Lucien figured she fought her battles perfectly well all on her own and yet maintained his imposing presence, just in case she decided to throw a punch. “It doesn’t undo Kashyyk or Scariff—”

“Let’s talk about this over dinner,” Graysen said smoothly. “Seven, at my place?”

Her mouth fell open, as though calculating what his audacity was worth. “Dinner?”

He nodded, ignoring Lucien completely. Lucien wished he’d left, then, nervous Elain might accept. Graysen seemed like her type, even if he was a bastard. Rich, well-dressed, nails that weren’t caked in engine oil…

“Even if I could—and I can’t—what makes you think I would share a meal with you?” “You did, once,” he remined her with an obnoxious, paternalistic patience. Lucien’s hands curled to fists and he wondered how angry she might be if he just hit Graysen anyway? There was no reverence to his tone, no appreciation for having spent a moment in Elain’s presence. Only a sneering reminder that she’d once lowered herself and he remained patently ungrateful.

“A mistake. I’ll be with Lucien this evening, besides.”

“We have a thing,” Lucien added with a wink, unable to help himself. Elain turned to look up at him, eyes narrowed. Under fire, he held his breath. She might kill him…he’d be grateful she touched him at all.

“Yes,” Elain agreed. “Lucien is a man of honorbesides.”

Lucien adjusted his stance, crossing his arms over his chest, eyebrows raised defiantly. Graysen looked him up and down, from his scuffed boots to his worn black jacket, the emblem of the resistance patched over the sleeve in vibrant orange.

“Suit yourself, I suppose,” Graysen grumbled. “We can talk later.”

“Perhaps enroute to Kashyyyk?” she called over Graysen’s retreating back. He merely waved her off and Elain, still angry, sucked at her teeth.

“He’s not going to go to Kashyyyk, Elain,” Lucien told her.

“I know that,” she snapped in response. She turned for her office door and Lucien trotted behind, utterly besotted.

“I know you said it as a joke,” Lucien began the moment her office door hissed shut behind him. “But I consider it set in stone that you’ll spend the night with me?”

Elain braced her palms on her sleek, white desk. Plants hung from a large window, the setting sun filtering warmly into the room. She looked up at him, framed by an abstract gold and pink portrait framed in carved white wood.

“I have a blaster under this desk,” she warned.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Lucien replied. Elain studied him, her eyes a brand as they travelled down his body. It was a goodbody, too. His face was a little beaten up, one eye missing from a fire fight, replaced with a golden eye that gave him a distinct advantage in air fights. The scar over that cut through could be ugly, too, though the rest of him—flawless.

He’d never had a complaint, though he’d never made a pass at a Queen’s sister, either.

“I think, if I told you that you’re cute, you’d tell me you know,” Elain began, straightening from behind her desk. Lucien went still for a moment, his body tightening.

“Nesta told me you’re a real hot head,” she continued, dragging a finger over the surface of her desk while walking towards him. “Flyboy,she called you.”

“You asked about me?” His heart pounded a beat that seemed to fill the silence between them. He was tempted to grip the back of the black leather chair situated in front of him, knees shaking with anticipation…and, if he was honest, a little fear.

Elain shrugged, cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of pink he’d ever seen. She stopped at the front of her desk, only a chair between them. “You made an impression. Why are you here, again, Lucien?”

He lived and died by his name on her lips. He would have crawled over razors to hear her say it again.

“I uh…” he cleared his throat. “I wanted to see you in action.”

“You picked a poor day for that,” she replied, some of the sensuality fading. Lucien pushed the chair out of his way, walking until he was hovering over her.

“I’m so tired of politicians placating their wealthy donors,” he told her, risking the moment to brush a loose wisp of hair from her forehead. “You were so…so…” he needed something eloquent to press upon her what it meant to him to hear her state his lived reality so clearly. “Magnificent. You understand.I…I am a little nervous, if we’re being honest. I’m not sure if—” She silenced him with her mouth, surging upwards on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gasped, surprised by her boldness.

She slid back to the floor before he could grasp for her. “Sorry,” she murmured, looking at her feet. “You just talk a lot.”

He choked on the air he breathed. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” Still, Lucien couldn’t resist cupping her face, thumb brushing over her soft cheek. “I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Stop talking and—” It felt good to silence her, to take control of the moment. He wasn’t particularly nice about it, though he was careful not to hurt her, hoisting her up on her desk to level the distance between them. Elain gasped at his shoulders and opened her mouth, her tongue clearly skilled at more than just speaking. He groaned despite himself, lost in the bright, sweet taste of her. Her kiss was honeyed lightning, igniting something wild and reckless in him. He pressed further, until he had her flat against her desk. Something fragile shattered on the floor behind them for all she seemed to care. She raked her fingers through his hair, undoing the messy ponytail tied against the back of his neck.

He ran a hand up her body, eyes rolling in the back of his head when her legs wrapped around his hips, dragging him closer still until there was nothing but fabric separating them. She could feel the very real proof of his desire grinding against her.

“This is happening,” he breathed, half delirious at the thought. Elain nipped at the skin of his throat.

“Shut up, Lucien,” she replied, pulling him back for a messy kiss. Her dress tangled around her legs until he slid his hands over her thighs, wondering if it was right to take her like this. She answered for him, decisive and lovely as she pushed his jacket off his body and reached for the hem of his shirt. She had it off before he could protest, leaning up on her elbows to look at him. Lucien stood then, nearly laughing at the sight of the senator laid over her desk, legs hanging from the sides.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked, running a hand down the flat, muscular plains of his torso. She grinned, beckoning for him to return with the crook of her finger. He had other, more interesting ideas. Lucien sank to his knees and finished lifting her skirts. She was nearly bare, save for a strip of cloth that was easy enough to push out of the way. He heard her breath catch overhead though in truth, he was utterly fixated on the sight of her glistening sex.

“Are you wet already?” he asked, brushing his thumb over the enterance. “Or have you been since we met?”

“You are so cocky,” she accused.

“That wasn’t a denial,” he reminded her with a grin. Ignoring how his body screamed, begged to be inside her, Lucien lowered himself even further, prostrating himself before his Queen. He would have done anythingshe demanded of him, committed atrocities in her name. That she only asked him to pleasure her made him delirious.

She exhaled loudly at the first swipe of his tongue, the sound punctuated only by another crash of an object once housed on her desk. Unable to suppress his smile, Lucien continued. He moved at a slow, torturous pace until he found that swollen, quivering bud, circling it. She gripped his hair.

“Stars, Lucien,” she panted. He nearly raised his head and demanded who hadn’t been doing this before but decided he couldn’t stand the thought of any other man touching her. Her past was buried in that moment, incinerated, the ashes blown to nothing in the wind. It would only be him, them.

“Say it again,” he begged instead, picking up the pace when her fingers tugged at his hair.

“Earn it,” was her reply, her nails digging against his scalp. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, narrowing his world to only her. The taste of her was heady, overwhelming. He all but forgot his own need, utterly entranced in the sounds he heard.

He couldn’t resist being in her, though. She was far too tempting, her wetness coating his face. One hand gripped her thigh while the other slid one finger into the tight heat of her. He could feel her squeeze against his skin, both on his hand and his cock. His brain exploded beneath the awareness of what it might feel like to be buried inside her, demanding he finish this so they might find out.

“Lucien,” she gasped again. He groaned against her, so tightly wound he could feel his sanity starting to slip. It was a punishment only for him, to push that second finger in her, to feel her grip him like a vice. He pumped, mouth working her until her legs wrapped around his ears, hand holding him in place.

She wasn’t quiet. Anyone nearby might have heard the strangled plea that erupted from her. She tugged at his hair and Lucien flew to his feet, kissing her roughly, desperately. He wanted her to taste herself, to see the manifested proof of her desire.

Elain, the clever thing, undid his pants before he realized what was happening, too transfixed by her mouth and mingled taste of them. “Say it,” he demanded roughly, his voice foreign to even his own ears. Elain, dress hiked over her hips, her hair in disarray, eyes so dark they seemed pupilless, looked up at him.

“Lucien please,” she panted, hand wrapped around the thick shaft of his cock. She stroked once as he attempted to control his breathing through his mouth, his forehead pressed against her own.

“What have you done to me?” he asked, pressing the tip against her soaked opening.

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, arching her back as though the waiting was painful for her. Lucien braced his body against the desk, one palm flat on the cool surface, and slid wholly inside her.

Star erupted behind his vision, brighter than anything he’d ever seen. For a moment he was struck dumb, unable to do anything but breathe. A soft ringing and Elain’s own panting was the only sound he heard.

“Stars, Elain,” he gasped. She only nodded; her eyes locked on his. He couldn’t fail now, not when he’d come so far. Kriff, he’d only meant to watch her work. Only in his darkest imaginings did he picture having her. Lucien could hardly stand to withdraw, even an inch though the shuddering pleasure of returning fully to her made him dizzy with need. Had he ever felt so overwhelmed by pleasure, so utterly hot and cold all at once?

He pressed the pad of his thumb against her still trembling, swollen clit and rubbed. Lucien knew he wasn’t long for this world, that he’d finish embarrassingly quickly and needed to see her come at least once more. She mewled soft sounds of pleasure that seemed to settle in the base of his cock, driving him until he was more beast than man, a creature older than time itself.

She tightened around him, her back arched as though invisible hands pulled he by strings. He felt her before he heard her, felt the soft flush of warmth, the vise like grip around his too hard cock. Lucien grunted—he might have been embarrassed by the sound that escaped his throat had the whole thing not felt so good. White light exploded behind his eyes as he shattered to pieces, lightning filling his veins. For a moment he was nothing at all, existed only at her pleasure.

His legs shook and it was all he could do to not fall to the floor, to let her see how utterly besotted he was. Elain watched him slide out of her body, sitting up like a princess to primly cover her knees in her skirt. He contrast, he sat legs apart in her chair, grunting like a goblin running for its life. Long strands of his hair hung in his face and he was sure there was nothing handsome about him now.

“What are you looking for?” she asked after a long moment of silence.

“A wife,” he replied, eyes locking with hers. “But dinner will do. Let me buy you dinner.”

It was more plea than statement. Elain smiled so sweetly, hopping off the desk.

“Will you put your pants back on, or…?”

He practically tripped out of his chair, dressing himself without a shred of elegance of dignity. Elain watched, amused, slipping her hand into his. “So. A wife, huh? I didn’t think cocky flyboys settled down.”

“You’re wrong,” he informed her, stopping to pull her against him. He just needed to touch her for a moment, to feel her close. “You’ll see.”

She had no idea.

But she would.