#an end to these devilish actions of my anonymous friend

[pigeonobsession]

hey real quick is there a union a catboy such as I can join for my friend being oh so mean and cruel to me (making me flustered [FOR FUN!])? If I'm gonna be dealing with this horrible mental distress I'm in I would at least like dental

[dulceateez]

𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡!𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳

𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨 

it wasn’t anything extraordinary, nothing out of the ordinary from him. he’s a gentleman. always has been and always will be. he treats everyone with the same amount of respect and love, but this time was different. after a surprise practice fire drill, you rush along with your classmates into the bitter fall wind, hugging your arms close to your chest. your legs shivering and lips trembling. you mentally scold yourself for wearing such a thin outfit. but here comes your hero; with a big hoodie in his hand. you slip into the clothing and wallow in his cozy, floral, manly scent. you look up at him to thank him but his arm wraps around your shoulders and brought you closer to his body. your cheeks turned crimson and you melt into his warmth, forgetting about the harsh cold; “y/n-ah, how can you wear such an outfit when it’s so cold outside! you need to dress warmer now, keep my hoodie for when you walk home today.” 

𝘴𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘸𝘢 

you didn’t know him prior to this interaction; heard of him. yes, of course you’ve heard of him. everyone has a crush on this boy and you understand the appeal. still, you’ve never felt the butterflies in your stomach when he flashes a smile in the direction of you and your friends. at least not until that subtle touch you felt on the small of your back as he passed by. who knew the crowded hallway could feel so empty after experiencing the seonghwa effect. what made your heart race was when he turned to flash you a smirk so devilish that it sent you straight to heaven. did you just fall for the more unattainable guy in this school? yes. do you regret it? no. you felt your mind warp into one like his followers.’ perhaps you dressed yourself up more and paid extra attention to your actions after the encounter; something you’ll never admit to yourself or anyone else. you want to feel his effect once more and that’s exactly why you fell for him. 

𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 

he’s the sweet boy next door, an eager puppy that always awaits your arrival, stalking your movements with child-like admiration. he finds you absolutely beautiful, since the day he moved in, but you’re taking longer to come around. but tonight changes the way you view him. your day was stressful, tear inducing even, and you just want to lay in bed and snuggle your favorite stuffed animal. the puppy analyzes your movements from afar and springs into action when you stomp right into your room as opposed to going into the kitchen for a snack like always. you lay in a puddle of your own self-pity when you hear thuds against your windowpane, you pull back the curtains and look down to see the homey boy smiling up at you with a bag of your favorite chips in hand. he gives it a shake, as if he’s coaxing you, you open the window up for him to climb into and he wastes no time in engulfing you in a bear hug. you replace the golden retriever plushy with him. as the two of you lay, not saying a single word, your heart starts to beat fast against his stomach; “y/n? are you nervous? do i make you nervous! you make me so nervous but i love it.” 

𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 

how can someone not fall for such a sweet little human? his hair is fluffy like cotton candy, cheeks puffy like mochi, eyes shinning brighter than the hard chocolate coating on candies. while his voice is as deep as the ocean it seems, his kind words contrast his tone. you often dreamt about the feelings of his lips; are they soft like clouds or do they send you to them? there was never one moment that solidified your attraction to him. from the first time you saw him, you’ve only had eyes for him. however, when you saw him giggling softly with his group of loud friends. the stark contrast between their bold and loud behavior and his gentle nature makes your heart go crazy. you suddenly became jealous--wanting to be the reason behind his laughter and his smiles, wanting to be the reason why he’s so bright and cheery. perhaps one day you will be. 

𝘴𝘢𝘯 

dimples. his cute little dimples. a dimpled boy like him never goes unnoticed. that’s how you noticed him, his cute smile and even cuter dimples. he sat across from you in the library once, taking notes from his textbook and writing them down on notebook paper. you admired him from afar. he was doing the same thing, raking his eyes over your body and face. finally, you built up the courage to introduce yourself to him and your fixation on his grew into a crush just by the way his eyes looked up at you: charming and hopeful. he removed his backpack from the seat next to him and invited you to sit down with him, a welcoming smile the whole time. while the two you studied independently, he kept sliding silly drawings under your fingertips. that’s when you knew for certain that you fell for the dimpled boy. and you fell for him hard after he asked you, “wanna go out and get a coffee or something after?” 

𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪 

who knew being burnt by your newly bought cup of coffee could end so sweetly? you’ve long forgotten about the burning sensation when you locked eyes with the empathetic set of eyes that stared back at you. annoyed? yes. but  how can someone stay mad at an innocent face like his? you’ve seen him around the campus, always thought he was attractive, but a handsome face doesn’t leave and impression on you. however, him stripping out of his hoodie to give to you, leaving him in a very thin white t-shirt, made your heart swoon. he panicked upon seeing your skin turn into red. not knowing what else to do, he gently took your wrist and guided you into the nurses office where he stood by you every step of the way. even offered to take you to the hospital; but you two settled on him buying you a new cup of coffee...of course he joins you as well. 

𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 

the cockiness he has drives you crazy in the worst way possible. you hate his smirks and hate his abrupt laughter. what you don’t hate is how friendly and social he is--you’re envious of those traits. he treats everyone like he’s their buddy and makes sure everyone is included somehow. you’re more on the shy side and an easy target for bullies to pick on, that’s why you didn’t believe him when he spoke so kindly to you. but the moment that made you realize that your heart has fallen for him? when he scared off the bullies. you’ve never seen this side of him; snarling teeth, fist balled, veins on his neck prominent with anger. after seeing you on the brink of tears after having insults thrown your way, he can’t just sit around and enable this behavior by not saying anything. the friendly, but somewhat annoying, facade disappears. he shakes the guy by his collar, venom being spit on his face. once he scared the man out of his wits, he turns to you and approaches you softly, gently grabbing your hands; “has he been bothering you lately? i’ll make sure he never even looks in your direction.” 

𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘰

such a sultry voice with high notes that reach the gods surrounding the earth, how can someone just move on from this type of singing? it was an immediate attraction to the anonymous man behind the honey voice. you began to wonder what he may look like--setting your expectations higher than the notes he is able to sing. you never built up the courage to peek into the music room and steal a glance and you always chickened out on staying after to see who leaves the room. it wasn’t until the day of the school’s choir when you found out who the voice belonged to. the quiet kid steps up to the mic and begins singing; your ears perked up instantly. the voice so familiar and you knew from exactly where. he stared at you as he sang the sweet lyrics, never breaking eye contact despite his solo ending. you felt alone in the audience, like everyone has disappeared and now it’s just him serenading you, warmth is all you felt. 

◌ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ◌ @blaqpinksthetic​ @tinkerbellwoo​

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I Found Love On Christmas Eve❤️🎄❄️💋🦇🕷️🕸️💕: A cute, fluffy Stangel holiday fic for @princessrainbowpastel / @stelladelano!

I honestly should have posted this in December, but I got hella distracted by stuff, mainly Tumblr, school, roleplay, and "other things" lol. But here ya go bestie! Enjoy!💋

I had so much fun writing this (I wrote it awhile ago and saved it in the my notepad app), and I would love to thank @ren-c-leyn for double checking and enjoying reading this!🙂 I'm proud of how self-indulegent this is lol!💕 Warning: this is VERY long lol!😁😁😁)

Stella was in her dressing room getting herself ready for her next strip show! Being that it was December, the club she worked at made its female workers all wear sexy santa girl costumes.

As she got ready, the bat couldn't help but think of Mystery Fan (as she liked to call them) and all the wonderful gifts they have been sending her for months. She let out a happy sigh as the thought of them always made her day. Whoever this mysterious admirer was, they had to be the sweetest, kindest, most heartfelt demon in all of Hell. She had to admit - with every gift and letter they had sent, she was falling for them more and more. Stella felt like a school girl finding and receiving gifts and love letters from a shy, secret admirer in her locker.

'The day I meet this person,' Stella thought, putting the finishing touches to her Christmas themed makeup, 'Will be the happiest day of my life!' Little did the scarlet haired cutie know that that day was today.

When the show came to an end, Stella heads back to her dressing room, changes into her regular attire, and begins to pack up. A Christmas party was being thrown at the hotel today and she didn't want to miss it or be late. Once she was packed and ready, Stella heads to her car and starts to drive back to the hotel.

As she drives, she spots happy demon couples on the sidewalk, handing and receiving gifts and letters to and from one another. Their reactions to the items were all the same - cheery and content. Seeing such a sight makes Stella frown slightly as she let out a soft sigh. She really wishes she could receive something from the passionate person who's been on her mind for months now: Mystery Fan. Just the thought of hearing their romantic words being said to her up close and in person made the redhead's heart race.

When Stella arrives at the Hazbin Hotel, she parks her car and steps out of it. The bat saw the exterior of the place and was astound by how it looked. The building was covered head to toe with Christmas decorations and lights!

"Wow, Charlie really went all out this year..." said Stella, amazed and impressed by her friend's work. The bubbly blonde really gave the place the right design for the holidays.

As she enters the hotel, Stella let's out a surprised gasp. The inside looked absolutely gorgeous! Like the exterior, the interior of the place was also nicely covered in Christmas decorations. It was like walking into a Christmas wonderland! In the background, holiday music could be heard playing from the intercom.

At the party, all of Stella's friends were there, having fun and celebrating while wearing ugly Christmas sweaters. Well, almost all her friends. The only person who seemed to be missing was Angel Dust.

Niffty was happily collecting candy canes from the Christmas tree and placing them inside her stocking, Charlie and Vaggie were having a lively conversation together on the lobby sofa as they held cups of hot cocoa in their hands, and at the hotel mini bar, Alastor was seen hanging out at the counter speaking to Husk as he cleaned shot glasses. The grouchy bartender couldn't help but groan and roll his eyes each time the radio demon spoke to him.

While talking to Vaggie, Charlie spots Stella from the corner of her eye. "Stella! You're here!" the Hell-born princess gasped, thrilled to see the other female as she gestures for her to come over.

When she does so, Charlie gives Stella a pure, genuine grin. Now the party could really get started!

A montage of cute Christmas photos begins as "My Secret Santa" plays. The first photo is of Charlie, Vaggie, and Stella with mics in their hands, singing Christmas karaoke songs together. Alastor, Husk, and Niffty are there as well, watching the three girls. Niffty cheers for them, Alastor looks amused by the whole thing, and Husk doesn't seem to care.

The second one is of Charlie and Stella smiling and hugging each other while wearing reindeer antler headbands and light up Rudolph noses.

The third photo is of Stella and Vaggie wearing Christmas tree glasses. In the photo, Stella is grinning while holding up bunny ears with her hand above Vaggie's head, and Vaggie has a cute, calm smile on her face while holding up a peace sign with her hand.

The fourth photo is of Stella and Niffty enjoying candy canes together.

The fifth one is of Stella, Husk, and Alastor. In the photo, Stella has a mischievous and flirty look on her face as she holds up a mistletoe plant for the two males to see. Husk, of course, wants nothing to do with kissing of any kind with her as he has an irritated expression on his face, while Alastor, with a large grin of his face, slightly pushes Husk towards her as if saying "Please, take him, not me." And the sixth and last photo is of Stella and the others taking a group Christmas photo together.

After the montage comes to an end, the gang all decide to play a fun little game of pin the tail on the reindeer! Vaggie was the blindfolded pinner and Alastor, being a deer demon, was decided by everyone to be the reindeer. The moth had a devilish grin on her face, her hair bow reacting the same as it formed onto itself a wicked grin with razor, sharp triangular teeth. She saw this as the perfect opportunity to get back at Alastor for constantly pestering her and getting under her skin. The radio demon saw the look on the hotel manager's face and didn't like where this was going as a nervous sweat droplet appeared on his forehead. Before Stella could record this amazing, hilarious moment on her phone, her stomach slightly growled. She decided that the best thing to do now is to take a quick cake break and come back to the action later. Hopefully, she'd be able to capture at least some of it on her device.

Once she steps inside the kitchen, she sees the delicious looking Gingerbread Cheesecake sitting on the countertop, making her mouth water. She happily cuts herself a piece, sits down at the table, and partakes in the rich, sweet dessert. As she was eating, she began to think about Angel Dust. She hoped that the spider was doing okay (especially around this time of year).

In her mind, she wondered why he didn't show up at the party yet. Was he just really busy at the studio and couldn't arrive, or was the arachnid secretly upset with her about something and was trying to avoid her to the best of his abilities? As all these thoughts about where her best friend could be and why he wasn't at the party yet clouded her mind, Stella's stomach began to feel weird and somehow, to her, the cake that she was eating began to taste less and less sweet. She slowly stopped eating, puts her fork down, and utters out a small, tired sigh as she sadly rests her head on the table.

Charlie, entering the kitchen, sees a glum Stella at the table with her head down. Being the kind friend she is, the princess instantly becomes concerned over the bat's well being as she quickly heads over to take a seat next to her.

"What's wrong, Stel? Is everything alright?" Charlie asked, putting a comforting hand on Stella's shoulder. Stella slightly lifts her head up to look at Charlie before sighing. "Oh, it's nothing." she replied before putting her head back down. Now, Charlie obviously knew that that wasn't the case, but, before she could say anything, she suddenly remembered why she came into the kitchen in the first place.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot!" She pulls out a small present and shows it off to Stella. "Someone wanted me to give this to you." she smiled. "Huh?" This got Stella's attention as she raises her head up to look at Charlie and the gift.

"The person decided that it would be best to stay anonymous...for now..." Charlie continued, handing the unknown gift to Stella as she gave her a small wink. What did Charlie mean by that? Stella's scarlet colored eyes slowly examined the present box that was in her hands. She saw that it was beautifully wrapped and had a cute bow on top that was tied perfectly. The bat brought the box close to her ear and shook it slightly to figure out what was inside. Whatever it was, it didn't weigh much. She takes a look at the tag and reads it. "To Stella from..." Stella lets out a surprised gasp as she got to the last word "#1 fan!" She couldn't believe it! So not only was this mystery demon a common patron at the strip club she worked at, but they also knew where she lived and was in cahoots with Charlie.

"Wait, Charlie, you know about my #1 fan and who they are?!" Stella asked, hoping to get some sort of explanation. Charlie let out a hum. "You could say that..." she giggled, not spilling the beans. "Well, who are they!? They've been sending me stuff for months now, and i've been dying to know who they are!" Stella at this point craved any answer.

The princess, letting out another girlish giggle, replies with, "Well, they didn't want me telling you who they were buuut," She gave Stella a sincere smile. "Let's just say they're someone who cares and...I'm really proud of them for doing this." Charlie gives Stella another wink before leaving. She soon comes to the realization that Mystery Fan is someone in the hotel.

Alone in the kitchen, Stella began to carefully unwrap her present. As she tears off the the last remaining piece of wrapping paper, she sees that the gift inside is a teddy bear, wearing a Santa hat and has an envelope with a heart stamp taped to its right hand. Stella removes the envelope from the stuffed teddy's hand and opens it.

The bat sees a letter inside and starts reading. When she got to the last sentence, the redhead smiled softly as her cheeks change to a light pink color. She felt a warmness like no other in her heart. It was official; Stella Taylor Delano was in love with Mystery Fan.

Out of all the cards and letters they had send her, this one had to be most heartfelt.

The letter read:

“Stella Taylor Delano,

You truly are the only woman who can make me happy. Simply seeing your smile makes me realize that life in this literal Hell hole is worth living. My love grows for you each and everyday. I guess you could say that i'm addicted to you, and you are the only drug that keeps me functioning. When I look into your eyes, I see the real me, a person that lives for a goal and a purpose now...and that's being with you. This will be my last and final letter as I want to come out of my shell and reveal who I am. Meet me on the hotel rooftop at 10. See you soon~

Love, Your #1 Fan xoxo”

Stella was feeling extremely excited, as well as anxious, but still remained touched by the love letter written to her. She was finally going to meet Mystery Fan face to face! But who could they be, she wondered. Looks like she'll find out at 10. The bat makes a mental note to get herself ready at around 9:30 and head up to the roof at 9:55. Once she does, she leaves the kitchen and makes her way back to the others.

Stella hopes that they're still playing pin the tail on the reindeer so that she could record a bit of funny footage on her phone of a terrified Alastor running away from a vengeance seeking Vaggie with a pin.

Once the party came to an end, everyone decided to hit the hay for tonight. Well, almost everyone. Stella had to get ready for her meet up "date" with Mystery Fan.

Being that she was meeting this unknown, romantic stranger for the first time, she wanted to look her absolute best with the right outfit. The only problem is, Stella had so many good outfits in her closet. Which one would be perfect for Mystery Fan? This calls for a fashion montage.

In her room, Stella sets down on her bed a variety of her favorite winter sweaters and skirts to try on. She first tries on a pink sweater that had little, mini red hearts on them that she found to be cute, but the sweater wasn't the right cut unfortunately.

The next thing she puts on is a sweater / skirt combo that she thought made her look smoking hot, but at the same time she felt it wasn't quite right.

The red and white sweater? Too fluffy. The black skirt with stockings? No way. The yellow bikini she wore to the beach last year? Wait, how did THAT even get in her pile?! Doesn't matter, it was too much anyways and wasn't right for the weather, so she tosses the swimwear aside.

The bat was pickier than normal, tossing away beloved outfits in her hunt for perfection. Finally, after casting away so many outfit choices, Stella let's out a small, surprised gasp as the last outfit remaining on her bed was one to her liking.

It was a white sweater; long, dark gray sweatshirt; light plaid scarf; black knit gloves; a whitish, light pink knit beanie; black sheer tights; dark gray, and knee-high, suede boots. She found it to be absolutely adorable as she tried it on and modeled in it in front of her mirror. Yup, this outfit was the one!

After adding a bit of makeup to her features, Stella was set and ready to go! At around 9:55, almost 9:56, Stella double checks herself in the mirror to ensure that she looked good for her little "date".

After doing so, Stella hurries out of her room and heads to the rooftop stairs. When she arrives on the roof, Stella's scarlet eyes widden in shock as the bat was beyond surprised by the demon she's met with. It was Alastor!

The deer demon was at ease as he fed the large, demon birds who were with him bloody chopped up demon parts from a small, brown sack that was dripping in blood. When he notices a figure near of the corner of his eye, he turns to see a perplexed Stella gazing at him.

Alastor is the first to break the silence. "Surprised to see you here, my dear," he said, giving the red head one of his typical dark and brooding grins. "I knew it~" Stella gave the radio host a flirty smirk. "So all that pretending not to be interested was all an act, huh? Heh. It's always the ones you least expect. I had a feeling you couldn't resist all this~" she purred, signaling at her curves.

"I really liked those letters and gifts you've been sending me for the past few months. Who knew a powerful Overlord such as yourself had such a big heart~" She gave him a playful smile and wink. Hearing these words caused Alastor to blink for a bit before tilting his head slightly in confusion. "Pardon me?" he asked, wondering what Stella could be talking about.

Stella was a bit thrown off by Alastor's reaction. "That letter you wrote to me; it said that you wanted the two of us to meet here tonight at 10 because you were my #Fan 1, and...you also told me...that...you loved me..." Just thinking about all the stuff written from that recent letter caused Stella to flush, smiling at herself.

Alastor, now processing Stella's words, merely chuckled. "Me? A fan of yours? Not only that, but ME...love...YOU? Hahaha! My dear, don't be ridiculous. That's absolute nonsense! I'm only here because feeding these filthy, disgusting scavengers just so happens to be a favorite past time of mine." He smiled, being extremely uncompromisingly forthright with his rather rude remark.

"O-Oh..." Stella looked down as her shoulders slumped and her cheeks reddened in embarrassment, trying her best to blink back any tears. Alastor tossed the last remaining body part from the sack to the birds who fought and squawked over it. Devouring it quickly, the birds look to Alastor for more. "Sorry, but it looks like i'm all out," he told them as he threw down the empty sack to prove it.

The birds, seeing that there was nothing left, soon depart to the skies. Alastor waves a small good bye to them as looks to a heartbroken Stella who continued to look down. "Well, it's rather late, so I think i'll be heading inside. I'll be seeing you. Hopefully, whoever you're suppose to meet here shows up. Though, with how behind time they seem to be, I don't think they will." And with that, Alastor was gone. Stella sadly sighed to herself as she took out her phone to look at the time. It was 10:15. Mystery Fan, whoever and wherever they were, was late.

A sad, heavy sigh escaped Angel's lips as he was in is dressing room, sitting in front of his vanity mirror, getting himself ready for his next shoot. He felt absolutely awful about everything. He had wrote to Stella a confessional letter about his true feelings for her and how much the scarlet haired beauty meant to him. He remembered that in said letter he had mentioned that he would meet her at the Happy Hotel rooftop at 10, and right now it was 10:20.

His original plan was to leave work at around 9:45 to get to her, but he knew that Val would practically lose his shit again if he found out his favorite star skipped work.

Angel sighed for a second time. He really hoped that Stella would still be at the roof by the time he got to her. As Angel thought about what to do, the spider soon came to a realization that Stella, the girl who he loved with all his heart, was much more important than the feelings of his abuse boss, no matter how much he feared him. He had to find a way to sneek out without Valentino noticing. But how, he thought.

As the arachnid looked around the room in search of something that could help him in his escape plan, his eyes came to the body pillow of himself dressed in a school girl uniform that was laying up in the corner. This gave him an idea.

An irritated Valentino was seen at the studio's indoor film set, sitting in his director's chair as he waited for Angel to be in the next scene for his latest flick.

As the mothman waits, he taps on the side of his chair repeatedly with his index finger, clearly angry. Eventually, his patients wears thin as the fury that was bottled up inside him explodes as he storms out in search for his favorite money maker.

When he arrives at Angel's dressing room door, he bursts it open with all his might, nearly breaking it. He sees "Angel" sitting there in front of his mirror and marches on over to him.

"Angelcakes, you seem to be taking your sweet time in here. Don't you know I have a business to run and money to make?" he growled, now behind the spider. "Angel" said nothing as he continued to sit still in his chair. Valentino took this as his employee ignoring him, which he found extremely disrespectful and a huge insult to his ego. The pimp pulled out his pistol and pointed it behind "Angel's" head as he formed a wicked smirk.

"The silent treatment, huh? Well, let's see how silent you are when I blow your--" Suddenly, "Angel" fell to the ground. This reveals that "Angel" was really just Angel's body pillow dressed in his clothing and wearing one on his drag wigs.

Val was a bit stunned by this, but once the hamster on a wheel in his brian began to run and he slowly puts the pieces together, he figures out that the actual Angel Dust had skipped work...AGAIN. This caused an already vexed Val to turn red with rage. "ANGEL!!!" he angrily yelled at the top of his lungs, loud enough that his shouting echoed across the large building. As the real Angel Dust was running down a hall with a panic-stricken look on his face, he heard his boss's echo, which made him pick up the pace and run faster.

The speedy spider hightailed it out of the studio door as he made a run for it down the streets. He would have the deal with the consequences of leaving work later, but right now, he had to get to Stella, and fast.

Millie and Moxxie were happily walking home together down the downtown streets on a chilly, Christmas Eve night hand in hand after their little trip from the store, where they bought a Christmas themed cake for tommorrow.

"You excited for tomorrow, Mill?" Moxxie asked his wife sweetly. Millie smiles as she cuddles closer to her husband.

"I sure am, sweetie," she replies. Their peaceful walk is soon interrupted when they hear the sound of running footsteps coming towards them. Moxxie rasies a suspicious eyebrow at this, and Millie, concerned, hugs her hubby's arm tightly. The running demon is revealed to be Angel Dust, who's practically speeding towards them in a hurry.

"Outta the way! I'm late!" he shouts at the couple. When Angel sprints past Moxxie and Millie, his speed causes the two of them to spin around uncontrollably.

The cake flies out of Moxxie's hand and into the air. When the couple stop spinning, they both fall down bottom first to the ground, completely dizzy.

Moxxie, first to regain a bit of his balance, gets up as he shakes his head. He soon helps Millie up.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worried that she might have gotten hurt. "I'm fine, hun, don't worry." Millie gives him a reassuring smile.

The female imp quickly notices that something is missing and looks left and right for it. "Where's the cake?!" The minute Millie asks this, the cake, now out of its plastic container, comes falling to the ground in a splat.

"Oh no!" she gasps, holding a hand over her mouth in shock. Moxxie, angry beyond belief at this, waves a fist at Angel Dust who was long gone.

"Hey buddy, maybe watch where you're going next time!!!" He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself down before turning to Millie and the cake. "Great," he sighed, slightly vexed.

"Look what that guy made us do. Where are we going to get another cake at this time of night, hun? I'm sure the supermarket is closed by now, and tommorrow's Christmas. You know how packed supermarkets can get on that day."

Millie put a reassuring hand on Moxxie's shoulder as she gave the male imp a peck on the cheek "Aw, sweetie, don't worry. I think we have some cake ingredients at home. We'll just have to make our own cake this year. How does that sound?" Moxxie, now at ease thanks to his wife, smiles warmly at her. "Sounds fine to me."

Blitzo was walking down the street with a huge grin of his face. In his arms was a glass jar that was filled to the brim with marbles. "Loonie's gonna love her present this year! A bunch of marbles! I mean, who doesn't love marbles? I know I d--" The jar nearly slips out of his hand, causing the imp boss to stop mid-sentence.

He let's out a relieved sigh when it doesn't. "Ha, you know, more a minute there I thought--"

Just then, Angel runs past Blitzo, bumping into him slighty as he loses hold of the jar and drops it. When it hits the ground, marbles and shattered glass pieces go everywhere. "Oh shit!" he cried out. "I lost my marbles...literally!"

As Millie and Moxxie continue their little stroll home, they hear the sound of someone crying up ahead. The voice sounds quite familiar to them. When they got closer, they see that the weeping belonged to none other than their boss, who was on his knees with dramatic tears in his eyes.

"Oh cry! Oh sob! Oh weep! Oh other noises that show complete and utter sadness!" Blitzo cried, putting a hand over his face and slightly peeking out to see if anyone would feel sympathy for his unfortunate predicament.

"Oh no," Millie quietly gasped, putting both hands over her mouth. Seeing her boss in such a state instantly brought her bubbly mood down.

Meanwhile, Moxxie just rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he huffed, not buying his boss's "sorrowful" behavior at all. "Come on, Moxx. Let's go see what's wrong with Blitzo." she grabbed her husband's hand and dragged him over with her to their boss. Moxxie let out a groan, not wanting to deal with Blitzo on the day before Christmas.

"Blitzo, what's wrong? Is everything alright?" Millie asked as she and Moxxie arrived to him, a mix of concern and worry in her voice.

The red imp brought his hand down from his face when he heard Millie, and looked to see his two workers. The minute he saw them, the waterworks really came on. Blitzo gives to Millie an overdramatic hug, as he cried in her arms.

"NO, MILLS! EVERYTHING IS NOT ALRIGHT! I'VE LOST THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TONIGHT...MY MARBLES!" he then proceeds to cry more as Millie gives him reassuring head rubs.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! It's okay, sir. We all do sometimes." "At least he's finally admitted it," Moxxie whispers in his wife's ear, a slight chuckle in his voice. "Moxx!" Millie whispers back, lightly scolding him. "He's our boss. We've got to help him. Plus, it's near the holidays. No would deserves to feel sad during this time."

She then puts her on focus back on Blitzo. "Sir, I know the perfect activity that'll help regain your marbles! How about we all watch Christmas movies and--" "How the hell is watching Christmas movies going to help me get my marbles back? They're on the ground, Millie."

Blitzo shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He swears, Mills could be such an airhead sometimes. "Huh?" Millie and Moxxie both look on the ground to see that Blitzo was right. A small number marbles were on the ground as well as a few pieces of glass.

"I had them all in a jar, but I dropped the stupid thing and it broke. Hell, some of them even rolled away," Blitzo explains, teary-eyed.

As Millie thinks on what to do to help her boss, she gets an idea, a light bulb quickly appearing above her head. "I know! Me and Moxxie can help you pick the marbles up! Sure, we won't be able to get every one, but it's better than getting nothing!" she said, beaming brightly.

Hearing this somehow made Blitzo feel instantly better, his "sad" demeanor quickly fading away as he stood tall. "You're right, Millie! Wow, what an excellent idea I came up with! You two are the best employees a guy could ask for! I'm definitely giving you both a raise for this!"

Moxxie's jaw nearly dropped hearing this. "A-A-A raise?! Wait, you really mean it sir?!" Blitzo gives Moxxie a hearty smile. "Of course not! Now come on! Let's get to marble pickin'!" This made Millie smile while Moxxie glared at his boss, mumbling something about him under his breath.

Angel, now speeding up the hotel rooftop stairs like a madman, nearly breaks the door down when he bursts it open. "Stella I--!!" the spider stopped mid sentence when he sees that no one, expect for him, was there, causing his heart to sink.

"Oh no..." He takes out his phone from his suit pocket to see what time it was. 11:15. He breaths out a sigh of defeat as he put his device away and goes over to the end of the roof to look at the city.

Feeling beyond disappointed in himself and the situation, Angel uses his hands to cover his face. If only he'd have arrived on time, Stella would still be there. He honestly doesn't blame her for leaving. Suddenly, he hears someone call his name. "Angel?" Surprised by the voice, he turns around and sees Stella at the door.

"What are you doing up here?" she asks, concern laced in her voice due to how late it was. "Heh. I should be askin' you the same thing," Angel chuckles, a soft smile planted on his face at Stella.

God, she was absolutely beautiful to him. Stella bubbles out a giggle at the spider's playful demeanor.

"Well, I came here for my glove. I noticed that it wasn't in my pocket and figured i'd must have dropped it when I left. I was up here before. I was waiting for someone to show but..." Stella stops when she hears her voice slighty crack at "but" and quickly pulls herself together, not wanting to let out any tears like before.

"Well...let's just say...they didn't show up. They've been constantly sending me letters, telling me how much they cared, but...I guess they don't. Which is fine, haha! I'll be fine! I'll be...fine." The bat clearly wasn't fine with the heartbroken look on her face, and honestly just wanted today to be over.

Before she left again, Angel decided that now would be a good time to speak up.

"Stel, wait!" he called out to her. The minute she heard her name, the redhead turned back around to Angel, giving the spider her full attention. "Yes?" Angel clears his voice and nervously scratches the back of his head while looking down at the ground, cheeks flushed. He's usually the cocky, confident type, so seeing himself in such a state confused even him.

Shyly looking up to Stella, a blush still apparent on his face as his fingers started to fidget, Angel began to speak. "W-Well, about those, um, letters you've been getting...I, uh, you see, um, I wanted to say..." The spider stopped talking after "say", his nervousness not allowing him to get his full words out.

Stella's eyes soften at him, having a feeling that she knew exactly what Angel was going to say. "Yeah?" The spider took a deep breath, stopped his fidgeting, looked Stella in the eyes and gave the bat the most sincere smile.

"I wanted to say, Stel, that I met every word in all of them. Ever since the day we meant, I started gaining these feelings fer ya, and I thought that sooner or later the feelings would just, ya know, just go away. But...they haven't. In fact, they've gotten stronger. I started fallin' fer ya more and more each time we hung out. I couldn't get ya out of my head. You and I are best friends, so it all felt weird." He let's out a sigh. "Stella Taylor Delano, I know this might sound crazy, maybe even insane for me to say but...I love you. I didn't think I would ever have to say those words to a girl before, but it's true. You mean the world to me and make life in the afterlife more fun and worth living. Stel, I love you, and it would mean the absolute world to mean if ya loved me back." The spider awaited for the red head's response.

Stella's grey cheeks blushed crimson as touched tears began to course down her cheeks. She wiped her face a bit with her coat sleeve, but the salty liquid continued to fall as she walked towards him.

"A-Angel," she began, a sniffling mess. "Y-You really mean it?" The spider gave her a playful, but caring grin. "You know it, toots~!"

"A-Angel?"

"Yeah? What is it, babe?"

Once Stella was in front of him, she softly cupped his face and smiled in his direction. "I have something that I wanna confess that might sound crazy too."

"Y-You do?" he stuttered, his face turning as red as Stella's. "Well, what is it?"

As Stella started to talk to him, her smile still stayed on her face. "Angel Dust...I feel the same way. I love you too."

"Really?" he asked, his face getting close to her. "Really," she replied, her face getting close as well.

Their faces were now inches away from each other. They could feel each other's hot breath on their lips as the two's hearts were beating like drums. With just one movement, Stella and Angel locked lips.

As they shared their sweet kiss, flakes of snow began to fall from the sky as "I Found Love" started to play in the background.

"Oh, Moxxie! Just look at it! It looks absolutely gorgeous!" gasped Millie. The female imp and her hubby were in their kitchen putting the finishing touches to the Christmas cake that they baked together.

"It just needs one more thing..." Moxxie said as he looked on the counter for any decorations that would complete the cake.

"Ah ha!" he picked up the Christmas star cake decoration and placed it on top. "A star!" he smiled as he put his hand on his wife's waist and brought her close to him for a cheek kiss.

A giggle emerged from her lips as she smiled back at him. "Oh Moxx, this has to be the best Christmas ever," Millie sighed contently as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, Loonie~!" Blitzo cooed as he arrived to Loona who was waiting for him at the end of the snowy sidewalk. The imp was carrying with him a plastic baggie that was barely filled with marbles as he shows them off for her to see.

"Gotcha a little Christmas Eve gift~ I had a jar for these, but it broke. Wasn't my fault though, some asshole ran into me. So, what do you think?"

Loona facepalms herself as she groans in annoyance at her dad's boss's lame ass "gift".

Back on the rooftop, we see our main couple still sweetly smooching. At the roof door, Niffty suddenly pops her head out and spots the two making out and giggles madly in fangirl victory, pulling out a notepad and pencil and doodling the cinematic masterpiece she's witnessing.

"MY OTP IS CANON, MY OTP IS CANON, MY OTP IS FREAKIN' CANON!" she quietly streaks, not wanting the lovebirds to hear or see her.

"Perfect!" she says as she takes a look at her finished work.

The drawling is a cute animu like doodle of Stella and Angel kissing. She then takes out her cellphone, turns off her camera flash, and quickly snaps a photo of the two before giggling to herself again and silently slipping away. Boy, her Stangel fanfiction is gonna be awesome with all this official content she's gotten!

Once Stella and Angel slowly pull away, they both hold each other's gaze as their eyes sparkle in wonderment. The kiss felt like something straight out of a fairytale. The two soon realize that they've been staring at one another for too long as they both apologize in unison and quickly look away, blushing like crazy.

While they continue their lack of eye contact, Stella feels a snowflake land on her nose as she looks up to see that it's snowing. As the snow continues to fall, bits of it gets in Stella's hair. Angel looks back to her and notices this.

A soft, genuine look appears on his features as he brushes some of the snow off of her head and lifts her hoodie up.

"There," he smiled warmly to the bat.

Stella returns the warm look and smiles back. "Thanks," she says, her heart melting.

"Soooo, uh," Angel cleared his throat as he started to blush, shyly looking away yet again as he scratches the back of his head.

"Does this mean we're, like, a thing now?" he asked, a bit worried about Stella's reply. The red head giggled at his shy state as she hummed out, "It seems so," she gently grabbed his upper hand, squeezing it a bit.

The spider chuckled as he grinned at Stella. "Good. I'm glad." The now official couple held hands as they walked back inside. This was definitely the start of a cute, beautiful relationship.

[pynches]

risk it all (for you) ch2

a/n: new chapter is up! no trigger warnings for this one just a bit of swearing. let me know what you think <3

Okay, so, maybe, just maybe, they were wrong about how easy this fake-dating thing would be.

Things were already looking down when they talked to Gansey before school. The three boys were seated in the Camaro, on the side of the road, after Adam blurted it out and Gansey swivelled into the berm.

“What do you mean you’re ‘fake-dating’?” Gansey asked indignantly. “Why would you?”

“That little fuckbag was beating up this gay kid,” Ronan said as a manner of explanation, which was clearly not enough for Gansey who looked even more confused than he already was.

“Preston was beating up Theodore and Ronan got between them. I told them we were dating in the hopes that Ronan and his scary self would stop the asshole from beating up gay people.”

“Adam!” Gansey, yelped, his mouth slightly open and his eyes bulging comically at Adam’s use of profanity. 
Adam just shrugged.

“Fine, well, I get where you’re coming from but is this a good idea? Maybe we should think this over, brainstorm a little. I have read in an article that-“

“It happened, Dick,” Ronan interrupted. “No stopping it now.”

Adam shuffled awkwardly in the backseat. “We’re only asking you to play along if anyone asks.”

“You’re asking me to lie,” Gansey corrected, but he looked contemplative. “But I suppose it is for a good cause. It shouldn’t have happened, to Theodore I mean. It’s not right.”

Adam sighed in relief and saw Ronan’s shoulders relax as well. Gansey looked more put out by the fact that he had to lie to people than by the prospect of Adam and Ronan dating each other, even if it was fake. Gansey’s opinion, as much as the Gangsey didn’t want to admit it, mattered to every single one of them. Probably most to Ronan, who would go to the ends of the earth for him. Adam knew that if Gansey disapproved, it would have hurt him more than he would ever let on, and Gansey, being not observant at all, would’ve been none the wiser.

With the Gansey crisis averted, they embarked on their journey towards Aglionby, where the way they acted could make or break this entire plan. Aglionby, being an all-boys school, didn’t have a lot of couples. Not any actually. Adam didn’t think there were really only straight boys on that school, he had seen the way some looked at Ronan or Gansey and it wasn’t a look of fear or platonic admiration alone. But still, there were no couples behaving as couples out in the open. There were no boys holding hands, kissing in the hallways, no pecks on cheeks, or even hugs that weren’t one-armed. Toxic masculinity is a real thing and Aglionby was oozing with it.

Adam wasn’t scared to hold Ronan’s hand or anything. He was with Ronan. If anyone looked at them funny or said something rude, Ronan would punch their lights out, no questions asked. The thing was though, Adam tried so hard to fit in, to not draw attention to himself. To not draw attention to his second-hand clothing or his second-hand books. To not draw attention to the bruises he had received before he moved out. And now he was willingly putting himself in the spotlight because of some stupid thing that he just blurted out without thinking.

Ronan was looking cool, composed, bored almost. But Adam could see the tension coiling his body tight. He could see his jaw clenching and unclenching more as they got closer to the school building. Adam was sure that Ronan had never been in a relationship. Adam was his first and it wasn’t even real. He felt guilty and privileged at the same time.

Ronan was nervous. This was not a feeling he had a lot. He was never nervous for his first day of school, because before the accident everybody liked him, and after everybody feared him. Nobody would mess with him and he knew that, but pretending to be in a relationship with the guy he had feelings for turned his stomach. What if he completely messed this up and showed Adam that he was a shit boyfriend? What if this lead to him going from having a small chance with Adam to having absolutely zero chances of ever getting Adam’s attention in that way. Though, Ronan also saw this as an opportunity, a selfish one, but an opportunity. He could hold Adam’s hand, wouldn’t have to hold back all the time from touching him. He couldn’t even count the amounts of time that he had wanted to touch Adam but refrained from it, too scared to cross the invisible line that was always stretched between them. And now they were going to cross it.

They arrived at the parking area 10 minutes before classes began. Gansey got out first and prompted them to follow. Adam suddenly didn’t know how to act natural anymore. He felt as if all eyes were on them, and they probably were, aware of every action the boys took.

Ronan ended up on his right, mindful of his deaf ear, and Gansey walked in front of them, a presidential smile on, almost challenging people to say something.

“Are you gonna hold my hand or what, Parrish?”

When Adam glanced sideways he took note of Ronan's devilish smirk and matched it with one of his own. “Can you handle it?”

Ronan raised his eyebrows and flushed slightly. Without any preamble, Ronan grabbed Adam’s hand in his own, their finger intertwining. An unexplainable fluttering took over Adam’s stomach which he immediately related to nerves. It couldn’t be anything else, right?

The stares were definitely unavoidable and it was difficult to ignore, but with Ronan’s hand in his, Adam felt a little braver. He straightened his back and looked some of the boys in the eyes, daring them to yell a slur.

They moved like an impenetrable wall of pure defiance and confident even though neither of the boys felt that way. Adam was still mourning his dead anonymity, Ronan was silently freaking out because he was finally holding Adam’s hand while realising that this was not how he wanted it to happen for the first time, and Gansey was contemplating how his friends had managed to get themselves in this situation and how he could help without being subjected to Ronan’s hostility and Adam’s need for independence.

“So, it’s true.” The two boys looked from Ronan and Adam where they were standing beside Adam’s locker, back to each other.

“Got a problem with that?” Ronan asked, suddenly turning. He had probably scared the poor boys to death. Adam just shook his head and tried to remember what books he needed for his next classes.

“No, not at all!” One of the boys answered in complete excitement. “My boyfriend and I were actually hoping we could come out one day, that we didn’t have to hide anymore and I guess now we don’t.”

They both beamed at Adam and Ronan and walked away with their arms slung around each other, on hand dipping lower to just above the waistline of the other.

“That is what a couple looks like.”

Ronan turned around again. “Am I not giving you enough love, Parrish?” Ronan asked mockingly which, in turn, made Adam’s mouth twitch. Ronan smirked in success.

“Trouble in paradise already?”

That snooty voice could only come from one pretentious bastard in the entire vicinity. “Preston.” Adam nodded, though the fire in his eyes was burning. He hadn’t forgotten what happened the day before.

“Doucheface,” Ronan said, looming dangerously over him. “What makes you think that you can say anything.”

“Well, I don’t believe you’re dating.” Preston crossed his arms over his chest. “Prove it to me.”

“We don’t have to prove you shit, Windsor.” Ronan said his last name the same way he would say garbage or Trump. With a certain level of pure disgust.

“You don’t kiss, you don’t hug, you even still call each other by your last names,” Preston smirked. “Doesn’t really sound like a relationship to me.”

Ronan was already rolling up the sleeves of his leather jacket but luckily for Preston, the bell rang.

“Think about it,” Preston said walking away. Ronan would very much like to kick him off his high fucking horse.

“We need to talk after class,” Adam said, closing his bag and slamming his locker shut. “Meet me during the break by Gansey’s car.” Ronan could just nod before Adam took off, the fear of getting late etched into his movements.

-

When Adam walked out of the school, he could already spot Ronan’s lean frame. The shaved head that suited him a little too well, the curls of his tattoo peaking out of his probably dreamt up leather jacket, the purposely and expensive ripped jeans, with his signature combat boots underneath them. An entire outfit that could have paid Adam’s rent for two months, though for some reason, Adam wasn’t that agitated by it. The boy was Ronan after all.

“What do you so desperately need to talk about that it couldn’t wait until after school?” Ronan asked the moment Adam was within hearing shot.

“We need to revise the rules.”

“Why the fuck would we, Parrish?”

“Because you’re still calling me by my last name?” Adam said indigently and raised an eyebrow. “Listen, I got the keys to the Camaro, yes, Gansey gave them to me, please just get in and let’s discuss this.” Ronan rolled his eyes but opened the car door and got in, hands drumming on the dashboard before him.

“About what Preston said-“

“Who the fuck cares about what that asshole says?”

“The entire school, Lynch!” Adam nearly yelled. “If he doesn’t believe us nobody will.” This shut Ronan up for a second and Adam took a breath of relief.

“Now, he was talking about the fact that we don’t hug or kiss or call each other by our first names, at least. How did we forget to talk about hugs?”

“We never hug,” Ronan answered, shrugging his shoulders. “Didn’t think about it.”

“That’s the problem, Lynch!” Adam was getting worked up now. It was one thing to be openly in a relationship with a boy in a homophobic all-boys school while he actually just wanted to keep his head down and get out of this town before it swallowed him whole, but it was another thing to be revealed as a liar about said subject. It would ruin him for life.

“We’re not gonna talk about the whole boundaries thing again, are we?”

“We have to,” Adam replied. “I don’t mind hugs,” he added, avoiding Ronan’s stare. He really didn’t. Sometimes he thought about hugging Ronan, what it would feel like, if Ronan was really as sharp as he presented himself to be.

“Me neither.”

“What about cheek and forehead kisses?” Adam asked, not sure if he was crossing a line that would set Ronan off.

“What about them?” Ronan replied but he didn’t sound disgusted. Instead, he had a curious glance in his eyes with a dose of comprehension, as if he wasn’t sure he heard it correctly and didn’t want to give himself the hope that he had.

“Are they okay?”

“Why not,” Ronan said begrudgingly. “I don’t see why they are necessary though.”

“Have you never seen a romantic movie?” Adam asked. “Like at all?”

“Do I look like the type?”

Ronan didn’t but that didn’t mean shit in Ronan’s case. He also didn’t look the type to hold baby mouses against his cheek to feel their heartbeat but he did that as well, though sometimes Adam wondered if he had dreamt it.

“Look like, no.” Ronan raised an eyebrow. “Have you never seen it in the car movies you watch either?”

“I never pay attention.”

“That’s a lie, Lynch.”

“I don’t lie.” Ronan retorted.

Adam knew he didn’t, though he didn’t always tell the full truth either. So, Adam didn’t answer, just waited in silence until Ronan spilled.

Ronan sighed and looked up to Adam, deciding on a truth. “I didn’t know how far I could go with you. You looking uncomfortable as hell isn’t gonna sell this.”

But Adam knew what Ronan’s underlying meaning was. He didn’t want to hurt Adam. Didn’t want to make him feel trapped or uncomfortable. It was oddly sweet.

“Well, casual touches are fine, hugs and those kisses as well. I don’t mind pet names and, don’t look at me like that, most couples use them.”

“What if Parrish is my pet name for you?” Ronan asked with a smirk playing on his lips.

Adam felt his cheeks heat up. “You can have multiple.”

“Same goes for me.”

“Hmm?” Adam asked, still put off by Ronan actually flirting with him. Or was he imagining it? It was already getting harder to distinguish between real and fake and they had barely started this fake-dating thing.

“Casual touches, hugs, those kisses, pet names, they’re fine with me as well,” Ronan said casually. “As long as you don’t call me anything stupid.”

“Sugarplum?”

“No.”

“Honeybun?”

“Parrish.”

“Babycakes?”

“Murder.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” Adam laughed throwing his hands up. If Ronan looked a little too long, nobody commented on it. “Babe?”

Ronan’s pale skin turned slightly red, beginning at his neck and slowly creeping up on his cheeks. “Whatever.”

Adam grinned, babe it is.

[ghostofviperwrites]

Lunchtime Rush

Requested by: anonymous

Pairing:  Evil/FC/Sanada

Category:  Smut

Warnings:  Smut.  Language. Threesome

67.          I’m not saying I want a threesome, but I’m not opposed to it

“I don’t want her Evil,” Sanada said in exasperation at his angry friend.  Evil had been bitching at him for the past thirty minutes about this fucking girl.  He was about at the end of his patience.  

“I know you don’t.  That’s what’s pissing me off.  Fucking bitch is panting after you and you don’t even care.”   Evil said.  

“You really want some stuck up bitch who’s only looking for the pretty face and fat wallet?”  Sanada asked skeptically. 

“Not to keep.  I just want to fuck her.  But she’s too busy trying to get in your pants to give me the time of day.”  Evil grumbled.   He didn’t think he was asking much. He just wanted to bend her over whatever surface happened to be available and make her scream. 

“I’ve told her I’m not interested.  Repeatedly.”  Sanada said with a roll of his eyes.   “Don’t take it out on me because you can’t get the pussy you want.”     

Evil’s quick denial was met with Sanada’s steely glare letting Evil know he was in fact being a dick to his friend and Sanada was done with it.  Blowing out a harsh breath Evil shook his head rising to his feet. 

“Let’s go eat. I’m buying.”  Evil said by way of apology.   Sanada nodded his head in acceptance, grabbing his coat and following Evil out of the locker room. 

The two walked down the streets of Tokyo towards a little café a few blocks from the arena, taking up residence at their usual table on the patio.  It was one of their frequent spots.  They had a little wager going on for the attentions of the cute little waitress who worked the patio section.   Poor girl had no idea that she was just a pawn in their little competition.   Unfortunately, they were kind of at a stalemate as she seemed equally drawn to both men and hadn’t exhibited a clear preference for them to declare a winner. 

“Hi boys,” Emi greeted them as she came outside to see them sitting at their usual table.  She tried not to look too enthusiastic not wanting to make a fool of herself.  Emi couldn’t deny that she had a massive crush on both men.  They were so charming and charismatic and such flirts she couldn’t help but fall for them.  

“If it isn’t my favorite waitress.” Sanada said with a smile, turning on the charm.  “How are you doing today Emi?”  Emi giggled, hating her girlish reaction, but she just couldn’t help it.  When he grabbed her hand pulling it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand in his usual greeting, she never could stop the sigh that rippled from her lips.   She was glad he was gentleman enough not to call her out on it, because she knew he noticed every time as he would get a pleased smirk as he released her hand.  

Evil was the complete opposite to the smooth Sanada.  He didn’t flower her with pretty words and gestures.  No, he managed to seduce her with nothing more than brief touches of his fingers and those damn sex eyes of his.  His gaze screamed sex and pleasure to Emi and she couldn’t help but wet her panties every time he fixed her in his gaze.

“The usual drinks?” She asked sounding a bit breathless as she tore her eyes from Evil.   Receiving their nods of confirmation Emi hurried inside chastising herself for once again acting a fool in front of them.  

“I’m getting bored.”  Sanada announced as he watched her leave before turning his attention back to Evil.  “I’m tired of playing.  I want to fuck her and move on.” 

“How do you know she’s going to fuck you?” Evil asked with a snort.  “She wants me just as bad as you.” 

“Maybe I should let you have her.  Seeing how you can’t get anyone else.”  Sanada said with a smirk, choking back a laugh as Evil looked like he was ready to kill him.  

“Let me have her? As if she doesn’t want me.” Evil said incredulously.  “Fuck you Seiya! You think I need a pity fuck from some slut?” He growled fists clenching as he imagined them punching Sanada’s smug face. 

Sanada leaned back in his chair with an amused expression as he let his friend rant.  It was always fun to get Evil all wound up.  So long as he wasn’t taking it out on him, Sanada loved to get his friend all flustered. 

“We could call it a tie.”  Sanada suggested after a few moments.   “I’m willing to concede she wants you as well.”  His words earned him another irritated glance from Evil.  “We could both fuck her.  I’m not saying I want a threesome, but I’m not opposed to it.” He flashed a devilish smirk when Evil stared blankly at him, flat out calling him on his bullshit.  Sanada was always down for a threesome and Evil damn well knew it.  

“Fine, we’ll both fuck her.”  Evil capitulated just as she walked outside with their drinks in hand.  Evil reached to grab his drink from her, letting his fingers trail along her forearm to her hand as he did so noting the rising goosebumps left in the wake of his touch.   Flustered Emi’s hands fluttered about looking for her notepad as she tried to hide how affected she was by that simple touch.  She really wasn’t prepared for Sanada’s hand to reach into the back pocket of her jeans and pull out the notebook hidden there.   She could feel a different energy in the air looking uncertainly from Sanada to Evil chewing on her lip nervously as Sanada gently handed her the notebook. 

“Emi, look at me.”  Sanada said making her focus on him.  “Do you have a private room here? For parties and such?”  Emi nodded slowly, getting startled when both Evil and Sanada rose to their feet. “Show us.”   He said gesturing for her to lead the way.  The two men followed after the waitress as she led them through the main dining room to a closed off room to the back that they used for private groups.  

“Are you guys interested in using this room?”  Emi asked her heart picking up speed as she watched Evil close and lock the door, enclosing her in the room with them.   “I can check the calendar to see if it’s available…”  She trailed off as they stepped closer.

“We’re interested in using it right now.”  Sanada said reaching his hand up to stroke down the side of her face before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling Emi tight to his body.  “Get down on your knees for us.”  He whispered into her hair, letting go of her neck and stepping back to stand next to Evil.

“But…but I have tables.”  Emi protested weakly.

“Fuck your tables.” Evil snapped. “On your knees.”  

Emi hesitantly dropped down to her knees and waited for their next actions.  In all her fantasies she had never imagined this particular scenario.  Usually she thought about Evil or Sanada taking her.  Realistically she never thought she had a chance, just lived for their flirting when they came in.  Never had she thought they would both want her at the same time.   

She licked her lips as both men unzipped their pants her hands reaching out eagerly to grab their cocks, their thickness filling her hands as she stroked them.  Her right hand kept stroking Sanada as she opened her mouth and took Evil’s cock in sucking hard as he slipped through her lips. 

“Told you she liked me better.” Evil taunted Sanada as Emi slid him into her throat. 

“Keep pushing me asshole.”  Sanada snapped pulling himself out of Emi’s hand and moving around behind her and pulling her off Evil’s cock earning a grunt of disapproval from him.  “Change of plans sweetheart get up.”   He waited impatiently as Emi rose making her give a startled yelp as he pulled her to him and shoved her jeans down her legs.  Evil smirked as he moved over to one of the tables and sat on the ledge as Sanada pushed her face back down into Evil’s lap as he lined his cock up with her pussy. 

Emi let them manhandle her into the position they wanted, having a feeling any input on her part would be firmly rejected by the two volatile men.   Opening her mouth she took Evil into her throat again, running her tongue along his cock as Sanada pressed himself into her cunt.   Emi’s fingers dug into Evil’s thighs as she struggled to keep her balance against the rough thrusting of Sanada, every push sending Evil deeper into her throat until she was gagging on him.  

Emi moaned around Evil’s cock as Sanada drove deep inside her, her pussy clenching around him as her pleasure rose. Evil’s hands latched onto her hair taking control of her movements as he bobbed her along his dick.  Emi worked to keep her tongue stroking him and sucking hard against his length as he used her mouth.   On some unspoken signal Sanada pulled out of her pussy and she was spun around, her mouth attached to Sanada’s cock before she even realized what was happening as Evil pushed his cock into her pussy as he brought her down on his lap.  

The two quickly settled into a rhythm, Sanada pushing her head down on him in time with Evil’s thrusts.   Once again Emi was just along for the ride, letting them take control as they seemed to know quite well what they were doing.  Her body was pulsing with pleasure teetering on the edge of orgasm and they had barely even touched her.  The situation itself was pushing her along, thoughts of her abandoned tables running through her mind, of her boss banging on the door looking for her, of someone standing outside listening to her getting fucked.  All these thoughts were serving to drive her to the brink, her cunt gripping Sanada’s cock with each of his thrusts.  

With no warning Evil grunted, his seed filling Emi’s surprised mouth making her struggle to swallow him and cough as it hit the back of her throat.  Cum leaked out of her mouth as she pulled off of him, gasping to get air. Moving from the table, Evil made way for Sanada to push her forward his hand moving to the back of her neck as he fucked her with long deep strokes until his thrusts slowed and a final deep push had him filling her pussy.  

The two didn’t say another word to her, just tucked themselves back in their pants and walked out the door, leaving Emi bent over the table with cum dripping down her legs. 

They swung by their table on the way out, Evil putting down enough money to cover the check before they walked out and headed back to the dome.  

[minniemonu-reverie]

SRK: Part Two- Time For Coffee?

~Super Rich Kids~

Master List in bio

Part Two – Time for Coffee?

Genre: Humor, fluff, smol angst

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

             Class couldn’t have ended any sooner. Being surrounded by seven severely attractive males was taking a toll on your mental state. You could feel daggers being shot at you every time Namjoon turned around to talk to one of the others. Jimin kept leaning around you to talk to Hoseok and made sure to smile at you every, single, time he brushed against you. At least they stopped trying to make you converse seeing that they were caught up amongst themselves. On top of that, your professor had given a semester long assignment. Woo hoo. You were paired up anonymously, the teacher knew who was paired of course, and you were going to spend the semester editing your partner’s assignments. At the end of the semester, you would find out who you were with, but you really didn’t care. You were moving very slowly to pack your things, seeing that you didn’t have another class for a couple hours, and you figured the slower you packed up the faster the guys would leave without trying to drag you along.

You already told Remi you were on your way to the coffee shop she worked at, but it was getting there without any of these random guys that was posing to be the problem. “Hey, Y/N! Are you doing anything? Do you have another class to get to? You should come hang out with us!” Suddenly, you felt an arm around your shoulders, and you felt your temperature rise, and why couldn’t you just get to Remi? WHY? “Sorry, I have plans.” You muttered, shifting out of the embrace of Jimin and continuing to put your things away. You grabbed your bag and looked up at him. He had a pout on his face and your heart sank.  Precious bean. “Planssss? But what about meeee?” Jimin whined, giving you puppy dog eyes. This guy made you straight soft, but you rolled your eyes to try and fight off the feelings taking hold of you.  “What about you? Who are you? We literally just met, and I don’t feel comfortable going somewhere with a bunch of guys I don’t know.” You watched Jimin’s face fall into despair and your heart ached.  Oops. Maybe that was a little harsh. “I’m sorry. I just, I’m having a rough morning…”  You stutter out, shifting uncomfortably.

             You hear a “humph” behind you and automatically knew who it came from. Mr. Holier Than Thou himself. Namjoon had his messenger bag on and looked impatient. “Are we leaving, or are we going to stand here all day?” He huffed. You could’ve sworn he was about to start tapping his foot like he was your mom. “Jimin, stop harassing the poor girl and let her leave.” Yoongi spoke up, giving you a shy smile before grabbing Jimin and moving him away from your personal bubble. Instant relief flooded through you, even though you were annoyed with Namjoon.  “Jeeze guys, I was just trying to be nice.” Jimin mumbled, looking awfully hurt. Why was he having this effect on you? He looked like a soft little lamb and you just wanted to bring his smile back. You felt like you were going to regret your next actions, but your day was already a train wreck so why not continue down the path of destruction?  “Well,” You started, and felt all 7 pairs of eyes shoot to you. You looked at your feet. “I mean, I don’t have my next class for a couple of hours…” You looked up to see Jimin’s face light up, and Namjoon looked even more unimpressed. “I was going to visit my friend at work, she works at a coffee shop, but if you want to come with me, I guess I wouldn’t mind?”  Jimin almost tackled you to the ground in delight. “AW YEAH! LET’S GOOOO! Tae, you’re coming right? Kookie? Jin? Guys?”  Taehyung nodded enthusiastically, coming around to your other side and slinging his arm around you. “I would never pass up getting treated to coffee by such a beautiful lady.” Jin said, running a hand through his hair and giving you a devilish smirk. Jungkook smacked Jin on the back, causing him to trip. “NOT COOL!” Jin bellowed, adjusting himself and shooting Jungkook a glare. “What isn’t cool is whatever the hell you just tried to do.” Jungkook chided, giving Jin his signature bunny smile. “I’m in if that coffee shop has banana milk and an outlet for my phone. Playing games for the past two hours really drained it.” You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to try and stop yourself from being embarrassed once again. It didn’t work. A chorus of “aww” echoed around you as the guys gushed over you. “Don’t worry, there’s banana milk, and I’m sure we can find you an outlet for your phone.” You answered between giggles, and suddenly you felt a little more comfortable with this random group of guys. Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon weren’t coming along. They had “other important things” to deal with. Which sounded shady af, but no one seemed to answer your questioning glance. Hoseok and Yoongi gave you waves goodbye, but Namjoon just stormed away as if you had done something incredibly offensive to him.

 “Okay, so what is his problem?” You huff, crossing your arms. The five of you were finally outside and headed over to the coffee shop. You didn’t have time to text Remi that you were bringing some new “friends”, so you hoped she wouldn’t freak out, but you knew she would. She wasn’t a subtle lady when it came to reactions. Hopefully she wouldn’t die from a heart attack. “Oh, don’t worry about Namjoonie.” Taehyung snickered, tossing his head back to look at you. “He’s just in a mood today. Things haven’t been going very smoothly lately and he just decided to take his anger out on you. Purely because you caused a scene right in the middle of his speech. He doesn’t hate you though, I promise.”  You give him a skeptical look. “Sure didn’t seem that way. I felt him trying to light me on fire with his eyes.”

             Jimin ran up beside Taehyung and linked arms with him, forcing him to fall back in line with you. “So, why were you late anyway Y/N?” “Ugh, I woke up late. I forgot to set my alarm.” “Common mistake, but hey, if it didn’t happen, we wouldn’t be going for coffee right now!” “I guess you’re right… So why are all of you here anyway? Are you new?”  Jimin and Taehyung giggled to themselves, and Jin spoke up. “Yeah, we’re all transfer students. The seven of us grew up together, our families are really close. We were in private school for most of our lives and our parents thought it would be good for us to see the world, so here we are. Expanding our horizons.” “I don’t need to expand my horizons, I need to expand my closet!” Taehyung interjected. “Do you have any fancy little boutiques here? If they make a good enough impression on me, I’ll model their clothes in my next shoot.” You stopped in your tracks, a big question mark written on your face. “What do you mean? Are you like a model or something?”  Taehyung beamed his boxy smile. “Oh, I’m not just a model, I am the model.”  Jimin smacked his arm. “Excuse me, you’re not the only model Tae.” Your mouth fell open as you stared at the duo beaming at you. Of course, they were models, just look at them. Good God, what have I gotten myself into? “We’ll show you some of our photoshoots once we get to the coffee shop, you’re in for a surprise.” Jimin winked and took Taehyung by the arm and away from you so they could discuss what they were going to show you.

             Jin and Jungkook replaced them at your side. “And what do you two do? Are you some sort of secret undercover spy? No wonder everyone was so into you guys in class before I made a fool of myself! Why didn’t you tell me you guys were like famous or something?” You shrieked, feeling extremely vulnerable that the only accomplishment you had was that one time you ate ten tacos, and the only person to witness that was Remi. “Oh, no. I’m not famous. I’m actually training to be a chef. My parents just wanted me to make sure I had a back up plan in case things didn’t work out. Which, I totally agree with, but it is really hard to keep up with everything sometimes.” Jin explained, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. Jungkook didn’t look eager to share his story, and Jin nudged him. “Ah, I haven’t really, uh, figured out what I want to do yet. I’m kinda just here for the ride so far.” Jungkook looked down in embarrassment, shrugging his shoulders.

             You reached your hand out to him, awkwardly giving him a light pat on the head. “No worries, I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a long time, and sometimes I wonder if what I’m doing is the right thing. We never really know what path we’re going to end up on, but all you can do is make the most of it.” Jungkook gave you a sincere smile, and you saw Taehyung pretend to wipe a tear from his eye. “That was beautiful Y/N.” You blushed profusely, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I was just being honest. I didn’t really mean to come off philosophical or anything.” “Just take the compliment baby girl.” Jimin said with a wink.  You audibly choked, making the guys stare at you with concern. “Sorry,” You rasped, “I just did not expect that. Baby girl?” “What? You don’t like it?” He gave you his fake pouty face, making you cave instantly. “No, it’s fine, I just. I. Uh.” “SO,” Taehyung interrupted, saving you from your awkward rambling. “What are you doing with your life Y/N? Do you have a job? What are your future goals?” “Oh, uhm…” You couldn’t tell them about your part -time job. It was far too embarrassing. It was bad enough that they gushed this hard over you, if they found out you worked at a maid café? You were going to be royally screwed. Images flashed through your mind as you saw yourself in uniform and all seven of them at a table, demanding odd things from you. You cringed inwardly. “Yeah, I have a job. I’m a server at a small restaurant. Also, I’m obviously studying English. I plan on being a writer.” “Oh, a writer? That’s so cool! You should talk to-” Jin smacked Jungkook on the head.  “Dude.”  Jungkook laughed nervously.  “Oh, right. Sorry.” Your eyebrow shot up, a distrustful look crossing your face. “I’ll just pretend that you aren’t being weird, since we have finally made it!” You stop in front of a cozy looking hole in the wall café, your arms outstretched.

             The guys all got super excited and rushed around you to get inside. You shook your head and followed them in. You heard the familiar bell jingle as the door swings. You instantly relax, this is one of your safe places and even when Remi isn’t working, you two frequent here. You had been coming here since the beginning of your friendship and eventually Remi was hired on as a barista. The feel of the café is very intimate and cozy. Fairy lights hang around the walls and there are mismatched chairs and eclectic décor. The coffee shop also doubles as a book store. There are stairs that lead up to a second seating area, and there are bookshelves scattered around. The scent of coffee is strong, and your mouth starts to water. The guys have already found a table by the window and are waiting for you to join them. Suddenly, a pair of hands grab your shoulders and pull you behind a bookshelf.

[y-not-loki]

Performance Night | Original Fic

A/N: Was a request from someone who preferred to go as anonymous. I’ve been working on this for months, which is embarrassing, because it should have been easy for me to write but I always found Original Fiction difficult. *shrugs* Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing, siren character swallows shifter character whole, gore (cutting zombies in half and putting them together again), if there’s anything else (probably will be other things), let me know.

Word Count: 6 602

Prompt: N/A

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS, CREDIT GOES TO ANONYMOUS WHO COLLABORATED WITH ME AND GAVE ME IDEAS TO PUT IN, I ONLY WROTE IT AND ADDED IN DETAILS SUCH AS NAMES, POEMS, SOME FILLER-ACTS AND THINGS LIKE THAT, ANY BIG ACTS WERE IDEAS OF ANONYMOUS*

“Gather around, gather around!” Madame Dynamite called out, her French accent standing out in all the riff raff that was the Cirque du Monstrueux, voices and accents from all over the country, and even the world, mixed and blended to make the only noise that would suit their mismatched family.

Vivant stood faithfully at her mother’s side, picking at the stitches that tied her hands together. Madame Dynamite swatted her hand away, and Vivant glanced up with her vacant eyes, before staring at the other monsters, cryptids and mythical creatures that had gathered around.

“Today, we end our tour around Australia.” Her voice carried around the crowd easily, her vampire allure, one of the few characteristics she shared with her Fae cousins, making everyone’s eyes instinctively draw towards her. She swept her long, black hair into a half-bun and turned around, and with one hand easily lights her cigarette attached to her long gothic cigarette holder with the cigar already dangling from her daughter’s rotting mouth. “You know your jobs, but make sure you leave a good impression. We want this to be a success. Now come along, Vivant, we really must get your cannon ready.” She swept away, her black gothic dress fluttering behind her, and Vivant skipped along behind her, her long, black hair floating behind her in a wind that wasn’t there.

Madame Dynamite blew out a long trail of smoke as she left, and it magically shifted into the Cirque du Monstrueux symbol, a fanged skull with two dance batons crossed behind it. A symbol that had been decided upon nearly a millennium ago by Madame Dynamite’s grandmother.

The chimeras were led away by their respective shifter caretakers, usually because they were multiple parts of an animal, they had one dominant animal, and they were paired up with a shifter of that animal.

The vampires got ready, pulling on their acrobats’ outfits.

The bigfoots were getting their pretend stilts ready and grabbing their juggling items.

And the rarest mythical being, a siren, was talking to her shifter boyfriend in the corner, she had lifted her top half above the edge of the pool that had been moved there. Their act was the most popular one, herself being the only siren known in existence.

The fire mages had followed the chimeras and their trainers, getting ready to start their fire manipulation.

Everything was as chaotic as it usually was on performance night. Especially their first performance night with The dragons that currently were hidden in the rafters of the ring that was to be lit by their special dragon-flame.

Everything was going to be perfect. Hopefully. Everyone was layering on their glow-in-the-dark make-up and coating themselves in the special potions that the witches had brewed to resist any flames. Siesta, the siren, had an entire pool of the potion. Or at least a diluted version of the potion, as she wouldn’t be able to breathe in pure potion.

A whistle sounded and everything went quiet. It was so sudden that most believed it to be magic, and it nearly was.

Madame Dynamite’s voice carried out through the crowd, as she gave her customary welcome poem.

“Enemies and friends,

Everyone here has quirks.

Vampires at both ends,” – she gestured to the tight rope high above their heads, with vampires on either end of the rope, and followed up by nodding her head and walking around to each act as she spoke of them –

“and zombies with their perks.

Dragons with their fire,

Sirens with their lure,

Wizards using pyres,

And witches, oh so pure.

Ghosts galore,

And the occasional gore.

This is the circus of the monstrous,

The circus of the devilish,

The circus of the humongous,

The circus of the hellish.

Welcome to the Cirque du Monstrueux!” She shouted the last line, throwing her hands out and head up as the dragons roared, taking flight and lighting the ring around the performers on fire, causing the audience to lean back just as the chimera animated themselves, their respective trainers making them leap through loops of fire, before jumping and standing on their backs as they blew flames, flying around, above the audience, and sometimes into the rafters, weaving through the dragons smoothly.

The wizards and witches used their wands and hands, weaving the fire into flowers, cards, ribbons, even animated animals to impress the audience.

The vampires launched into action, leaping and flipping across the almost-invisible wires, making it seem as if they were flying through the air.

As the chaos unfolded, Madame Dee pulled a skull off her wide-brimmed black hat, the skull of an ancestor, whose name was long lost, and lit it with her cigarette. Wordlessly, she gathered the attention of everyone and threw it up, higher than visible, even though it was a flaming ball.

Vivant was standing off to the side, occasionally going behind the big scene to grab explosives, then coming back out and setting up her cannon, drawing some attention to herself, but not too much attention. The humans were curious about what the little zombie girl with the fat cigar and steampunk goggles was doing with more explosives than they had seen in their lives and a massive cannon that was taller than her.

“I’d like everyone to focus your eyes on the lights above us, slightly below our dragon friends.” Madame Dynamite’s voice cut through all the chatter, even though only a portion of the audience understood her with her thick French accent.

Partially invisible forms appeared, waltzing and gliding through the air, weaving between themselves and the blobs slowly focused. The ghosts swapped partners halfway through the Allemande, then again during the Courante and Sarabande, the looked akin to floating clouds of different colours with flames and sparks lighting up the background. During the Gigue, a new ghost flew through the walls, weaving in and out fast enough that the humans knew that they were there, but couldn’t pin point their features. By then, almost all the music geeks in the audience knew these were Baroque-era ghosts, purely from the music and the characteristics of their dances.

The Gigue (last dance in the suite) finished, and the Baroque-era ghosts bowed gracefully, glancing around almost warily, then the figure that no one could pinpoint suddenly appeared dramatically.

“Hey humans! ‘Tis I, the frenchiest fry!” He shouted. It was almost definitely a he, for he had short hair, triangular form, flat chest, and slightly deep voice, even though it sounded as though he was only 14 or 15.

The other ghosts looked panicked in an almost comical way, but they weren’t honestly all that panicked, just mildly annoyed. “Billy, was this really necessary?” One the older ghosts stepped (or floated forward).

He summoned a dancing baton out of nowhere and started whirling it around, stepping back into a long stance. “Don’t fuck with me, I have the power of God and anime on my side!” He shouted, and the parents in the audience looked horrified as they covered mildly amused children’s ears. The teens who knew exactly what he was referencing were ecstatic that there was something that they had understood or found enjoyment in the circus, as they had only been forced along to accompany families in family outings even though the thought of acrobatic vampires and fire-bending mages had piqued their interest, but they would never tell anyone.

“Billy!” The elderly ghost (named George) exclaimed admonished, and Billy only turned to him with a smirk, before disappearing with a bow as George started to storm (literally, a storm brewed over his head somehow, probably one of the mages finding amusement in their bickering) after him.

The ghosts flew back, bowing and waving at the excited audience, if the first act was going to be this amusing, they could barely wait for the next ones!

Their eyes immediately returned to Madame Dynamite, who gave them a sharp-toothed smile, showing off her impressively long (but still managing to be short by vampire standards) fangs to the audience.

“Now welcome our famously tall bigfoots and our dazzlingly graceful vampires.” She introduced them, and jaunty music began as multiple bigfoots stumbled into the ring with hilariously coloured clown outfits, the famous red nose and juggling items. Each of the 6 bigfoots had a different item, one had coloured bean bags, another had soft balls. One could even be seen throwing loops of fire (touchable fire made by the mages, of course).

They started lumbering around, their clothes emphasizing their already comically long legs to make them look almost like humans on stilts.

The bigfoots lumbered around the edge of the ring, walking around in a rehearsed order and occasionally swapping whatever they were juggling.

The audience began to note the net that was attached to their belts, expanding between them as the vampires occasionally bounced off them, purposefully jumping off their platforms to fall and jump back up as their partner on the trapeze caught them and threw them back up onto the tight ropes, where they danced elegantly in a style that was not of this era.

The audience ‘ooh’ed and ‘aah’ed as they turned their allure on and almost everyone in the room swooned at their smooth movements, momentarily forgetting what ‘monsters’ they were for just needing to drink blood to survive.

The main part of it, was when Aoife came out, drenched in a layer of fire-proof potion and a layer of flammable liquid (thankfully they didn’t cancel out or cause any sort of reactions when they came into contact, so it was a relatively safe show for Aoife), and a chimera swooped down, lighting her on fire, and she looked like an ethereal being, a fire elemental, which were rare, and only known to exist in fire-prone areas (not the Cirque du Monstrueux, or any circus for that matter).

She was the master acrobat and the choreographer for all the vampires and tight-ropers for the circus, and she had come up with the routine herself and was rather proud of it, as it included multiple flips and even a few areas where she turned into a bat and ‘blew’ fire using a technique that the witches had shown her.

The audience clapped and cheered for the vampire, who landed elegantly with a flourish and bowed with grace that could only come with practice. She had, after all, been one of the founding members and a mother figure for Madame Dynamite.

Madame Dynamite cleared her throat, gathering the attention of everyone in the massive tent (which was surely bigger on the inside, how else would they fit the dragons?!) and began directing their attention away from the flashily out-fitted vampires exiting the ring, and towards the chimera, who had their trainers on their backs, their trainers were riding them like surfboards, standing on their backs with their knees bent and their centre of gravity low enough to stay on their chimera.

The trainers waved down at the crowd, happily accepting the attention, and reached down to catch the attention of their respective chimera in their special way, causing them all to roar and acknowledge the audience in a cacophony of growls, purrs, chirps and even a few whistles.

The chimera breathed fire, close enough to the audience for them to feel the heat, but the tongues of flame were suddenly swept away by the fire mages, shaped to be flowers (one particular mage could be seen handing a bouquet of fire roses to another mage).

The audience held their breath as the trainers bounced from chimera to chimera, and breathed out as one when they landed on their original chimera, whilst the mages blew fire, created whips and gave a new meaning to ‘dancing like fire’.

The audience didn’t even notice as the chimera disappeared into the rafters, as their gaze was fixated on the central mage, who seemed to be standing on a column of fire, getting raised up in a spiral with her arms raised and hair life flames. She wore a beautiful cloak that looked like it was on fire and a dress that touched her knees that was covered in jewels that made her look like she was a flame, dazzling and glinting in the light of her flames.

The fire danced across her skin, and when she opened her eyes, it was quite obvious her eyes were orange, a bright fiery colour that was emphasized by her pale skin and the orange freckles that covered almost every inch of whatever the audience could see of her.

She was flame personified.

Her name? Dame Chama. Mistress of the flames, face of destruction and the consumer of worlds.

This was only a small demonstration of what she could do, and she could be out there, destroying other worlds for fun, if she wasn’t blood-bound to Madame Dynamite, or as she’s affectionately called by the performers, Ma’am Dee.

The other fire mages held their breath, praying that the blood-oath to Madame Dynamite was strong enough to keep Dame Chama’s column of flame from burning them to dust as they went through the exit routine. All the lower class mages would walk in first, tossing fire flowers into the crowd, but making sure they don’t make it far enough to burn an audience member, and then the higher class mages would ride their fire familiars into the column of the flame. The column should lead to their trailers.

Too bad Dame Chama didn’t care enough to learn all their separate trailers, so as per usual, some of the mages ended up in separate chambers.

What of Dame Chama? She still stood atop the column of light and heat, the fire growing and dancing under her impeccable control.

She could destroy this circus right there, burn the filthy humans until they were nothing but charred spots on the ground, and the tent nothing but ashes… but she wouldn’t, because she’s a good girl. Mostly.

She bowed, gave the audience a predatory grin, before sinking smoothly into the column of flames, flame-travelling into the candles that currently lit up her trailer, and just as the column of flames disappeared, she decided that she could play along with Madame Dynamite’s little game, pulling the pool of water into the centre of the ring, right where her fire had been.

But pulling the siren with it made it all the more difficult, she already had to pull in a massive pool, filled with water (which dampens her flame game), as well as a tall ladder with a diving board. But pulling a creature not only of a different species, but a creature of the opposite elemental alignment was difficult.

Luckily, she’s a goddess, and if there’s anything a goddess can do, it’s be completely over-powered and manage to do things that aren’t meant to be physically possible. Dame Chama was one of those deities that loved to use their ability to make all others seem incompetent.

The siren leapt out of the water, diving back in as the audience got time to figure out what it was exactly as the ripples disappeared. She dove as deep down into the (charmed) bottomless pool as she dared, before using powerful pumps of her tail to propel her out of the water so that she had long enough for the humans to see what and who she really was.

“Humans, I present to you….” The drum roll thrummed in her bones as her hearts pumped wildly.

She broke the surface, and a loud crash could be heard as a hundred pairs of hands clapped for her.

“Siesta! Our siren!” Ma’am Dee shouted over the din. In the second she hovered before falling down, she flashed all the humans a sharp-toothed grin, saluted and flipped backwards to dive headfirst into the water again. Ma’am Dee was giving the audience facts about her, and her species, although it still was to be proved that there were others like her.

Once she was submerged again, the voices outside of her own little world warbled and muffled, she pulled out a hairclip out of her thick, dark hair. Swimming deeper again into the depths of her tank, she surfaced, threw the clip in the air, and it shimmered, getting brighter until all the humans had to look away. When they looked back, a pipe had landed in Siesta’s hands and she grinned, half out of the water, before blowing into it, bubbles of different colours and consistency, some popping above the audience in a shower of glitter, others formed with snow inside them or a small flame. No one knew now that happened, only Siesta, who thrived in the chaos that the bubble-encased flame caused.

Her favourite trick of all was when her boyfriend, an octopus shape-shifter dove off the diving board, a hundred metres above her. Of course, there was mild discomfort when she swallowed him whole, but it was worth it, seeing the shock of the little, pale, sickly-pink humans. She flipped again, and the bubbles increased in number, Madame Dee had somehow gotten inside one of the bubbles and was now narrating inside of it, voice slightly wobbly and she sounded as if she were underwater.

Surfacing so that she could continue to blow bubbles and watch her boyfriend climb up the ladder to the diving board, Siesta silently willed him to go faster.

The audience was now chanting for Siesta to sing. The sounds of their chants made the water tremble, and some of them were stamping their feet, Siesta could feel it rippling through the water.

Oh no. This was not good.

Madame Dee was trying desperately to get the audience under control. They all knew what happens if Siesta sung; everyone would be enchanted by her melody and instantly be controlled by her mind. The last time she sung, she almost got a fire mage to light Vivant on fire. Madame Dee did not take kindly to any purposeful bodily harm out of performance to her daughter.

She directed the bubbles towards her boyfriend, Damian the octopus-shifter, and he was swallowed up in a massive empty bubble, rising up to the board much faster than he would have gotten there if he had continued to climb.

He nodded in thanks, a small smile gracing his lips and Siesta felt something rise in her. Well, at least she definitely knew her feelings hadn’t fizzled out.

He landed on the diving board with a small bounce, which eventually turned into a bigger bounce as he got ready for the plunge. Nodding at his girlfriend, he jumped upwards, somersaulted, landed on the diving board, before jumping forward, somersaulting and twisting as if he were dancing through the air.

Whilst he had been doing that, Siesta had travelled as deep down into the water as she dared, and as soon as his feet hit the diving board the last time, she pushed upwards with long strokes of her tail. The water rushed past her face, hitting her cheeks and tugging at her hair, and the fins that protruded along her spine and neck, as well as her forearms and the entire back of her tail, flattened as she gained speed. They were only there for direction, and right now, she didn’t need the extra drag if she already had muscle-memorised aim.

She broke the surface with as gasp, as the cold night’s air hit her skin and made it almost sting.

Damian was spiralling head first, like a screw driver, straight for her head, and she grinned as her jaw unhinged unnaturally. The horrified gasps from the audience were music to her auditory sensors, as she swallowed Damian whole.

The sudden fullness took her by surprise, as it did every time, but she swallowed the mild discomfort at swallowing a humanoid and flipped backwards, slipping into the cool water with only the slightest ripple. She felt something inside her shift, and hoped it was only Damian changing into an octopus to get more comfortable. But it’s hardly possible to get comfortable in another’s stomach of all places.

Back-flipping in the water, Siesta rose slowly, so she could lay on top of the water on her back, showing the full length of her tail, almost twice the length of her human portion, and the light underbelly contrasting her darker back. She was almost serpentine with the way that her tail was scaled. Long, large and white scales covered the width of the underside of her tail, and the fins that stuck out on the sides and back were laced with poison. One touch of them could kill a human; two drops of her poison could paralyse a baby zombie or fully-grown vampire.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the zombie child, Vivant, stumble into the ring and throw in a lit bomb. Ah yes, the bomb the size of her torso with a fish skeleton marking etched onto the side. It floated up to her, and she batted it around, the fuse slowly getting eaten by sparks.

Madame Dee started talking again, but Siesta started ignoring her out of habit, it was the same speech, over and over again. Something, something, twin ghost magicians, something, something. Her voice would sound warbled and muffled, then get clear again, then the muffling quality of her bubbles returned.

She had maybe another five seconds, according to the length of the fuse, so she looked up into the faces of the audience. After extensive research and experimentation (a hobby of hers), she figured it was astonishment and curiosity.

A bright flash and a loud bang startled her. Over five centuries of this with Damian and the exact same act, and she was still surprised every time the bomb went off. Sometimes it annoyed her.

When the light and dots that danced in her vision died down and the unnerving feeling of having no gravitational centre dissapitated, she was behind the tent. Of course she was, that’s what the transportation bomb did.

Inside the big tent, Vivant dusted her hands off and disappeared behind the tent to check in Siesta, who regurgitated Damian the octopus some time between the landing and the arrival of Vivant, who could be seen carrying as many sticks of dynamite as her little rotten and stitched-together arms could, before stumbling back into the ring to load up her cannon, which was currently sitting to the far side.

The audience paid closer attention to the little zombie girl now, taking note of the bizarre stitches that covered almost every inch of her, some healed, others still with the actual thread on them. How she healed, no one knew, no one but her mother, the person who had brought her back to ‘life’. They made note of the pale, sickly looking lines of skin on the left side of her forehead, obviously lightning markings, as she had once had to fly through a storm to get to their next destination. Of course, she had similar markings along her body, when she got shot out of the cannon to their next destination as the final act, she often had to fly through storms, and whilst she didn’t carry that much metal, half her stitches were made of thin wire to make sure she held together through the flight. Usually she changed to wire the morning before the final night.

Of course, half the audience’s attention was still on Madame Dee, who was still making her way through all the bubbles. She’d pop one bubble with the end of her cigarette, and then land in another one, before popping that one. Eventually, when she got close to the ground, or at least a safe landing distance for an old vampire such as she (an estimated 20 metres), she took a long drag of the cigarette and blew out slowly, filling the bubble with smoke, filling it until it grew, and grew, and popped.

She landed with a flourished, bowed over, holding both hands out, then pulled herself together and smirking at the audience.

“And now, our magical ghost twins. Trained in sorcery and illusions, these two will show you the true extent of what we can do as what you call… monsters.” Madame Dee made a great sweeping gesture at the audience, then pointed at the little opening to the outside of the tent on the other side of the audience.

The curtains didn’t move an inch, instead, two figures appeared, phasing through the curtains and floating up in sync, opposite each other and an arm’s length away, before back-flipping in the air and floating down to either side of Madame Dee.

“They would like to call for a volunteer! Anyone up for the show of their lives?” Madame Dee called out. There was silence. No emotion showed in the eyes of either of the ghosts, and Madame Dee looked grim behind her show mask.

“I volunteer….” All eyes darted over to Vivant, their back up volunteer for this sort of situation. She fingered at threads keeping the two halves of her hand together, before stepping closer to the twin magicians. They looked rather similar to Vivant in terms of hair length, liveliness, and clothing, but other than that, they were vastly different. Whilst the shared the top hat, long hair and black stare, Vivant’s top hat was pitch black and rather frilly, and had a pair of steam-punk goggles resting on the rim, and the twin magicians were pale, emanating a white aura, all their clothes a blinding white, including their simple top hats, which only had a singular black band around the base, but other than that, their bright billowing capes and striped pants and shirts contrasted greatly with Vivant’s black frilly dress. Vivant huffed out lightly, the smoke from her cigar twirling upwards.

“Well, shall we get started then?” The first ghost, Aidan spoke, voice sounding like the whistling wind that had picked up as the twins made their entrance. Nadia, Aidan’s twin, and Vivant nodded in sync. It showed just how practiced this particular event was, as many humans were too scared of the twins.

“We shall start with the time-weary magic trick, sawing someone in half, first performed by our father, Peter Thomas Tibbles, or more commonly known as P.T. Selbit.” Nadia’s voice sounded airier, as if she weren’t truly there, and her mannerisms further confirmed the appearance that her mind was elsewhere, whilst Aidan seemed alert and very aware of what was happening.

Hurrying her sister, Aidan, swept an arm vaguely to the middle of the ring and a large wooden box on two separate, square tables. “Come on, Vivant. In you get.” Aidan again, proved that she was the more focused one when Nadia nearly walked past the saw that she had been sent to collect. Nadia backtracked quickly, swept the ghostly saw up into her hands, hands with fingertips that dripped what seemed to be mist, but when it reached out to the humans, Nadia’s curiosity getting the better of her and controlling her aura, they felt nothing but cool stinging, a frozen blade that pierced their skin and rippled as they waved it away, only to find that they hadn’t been hurt.

“Rude.” Nadia could be heard muttering as she gave Aidan the other side of the two-man saw. They began working at the wood, it was always a new hollowed out block of wood whenever Vivant had to volunteer. Which was every single time. No one ever wanted to go near the monsters, the cryptids, the creatures that performed for them, and whilst they found it mildly offending, they revelled in the distinct scent of fear that hung in the air every time they got close.

Vivant’s deadened eyes simply looked ahead and she gave no response to behind cut in half. Cut in half literally. Humans started paling, and the adults covered the children’s eyes. Most were thinking: They were going to do that to one of us?!

Of course, they wouldn’t have actually done that to a human, that was only when Vivant volunteers. Otherwise they’d get sued.

The twin ghosts slid the two halves of the table apart in sync, facing it towards the audience to reveal that they had cut at the exact point between floating ribs and intestines so that there was the slightest sliver of flesh that kept her innards inside.

Carefully removing her from the boxes, the twirled around, each holding half of Vivant, before flying around the ring, hovering a few metres above the ground.

Then they started throwing her around. Well, not throwing exactly, they started juggling the halves of Vivant, circling each other in sync. Eventually they became a glowing circle with two halves of zombie flying around between them, and Madame Dee took this as an opportunity to talk a little about her daughter.

“As you all know, the young girl, Vivant, is a zombie. It’s completely safe for this to be done to her, and of course, if one of you had volunteered, we would have used an illusion. Vivant wasn’t always a zombie. She’s my daughter. Was and is. I was already a vampire when she was born, meaning she grew up sickly, prone to all kinds of human diseases. When she was still human, still alive as all of you are, she found great enjoyment in watching the family business,” Madame Dee gestured up at the ghosts who were whirling around, still juggling the halves of Vivant between them.” “But she was too frail and sickly to participate in an act herself. She ended up passing away from pneumonia at around 5, and shortly after, I decided to resurrect her as a zombie to give her a new life. Now she can participate in the circus without any trouble, as she can be reassembled whenever she gets destroyed.” The crowd was silent as the ghosts slowed down.

A slow clap began with a young child, a little boy around the age of Vivant’s physical body, only five years old. Then the audience began to appreciate just how spectacularly talented and unique the circus was. There had always only been one monster circus ever, all the other circuses had been out-competed by the Cirque du Monstrueux, simply because Cirque du Monstrueux was the original and no other circus could quite do what they could.

“And now, you will get a glimpse of just how reparable zombies can be.” Madame Dee gestured at the ghosts, who held each half of Vivant horizontally. Vivant didn’t look bothered at all about her current status of being cut in half at the middle and then juggled, mainly because she didn’t get motion-sickness that easily and her mind was somewhere else at the time (as it always was). They two ghosts slowly put her together again, made sure she was aligned, and then the mist that had been leaking out of their fingertips slowly snaked towards the cut, before sharpening in small threads and acting as wire to sew Vivant together. The strangely ethereal substance made no noise as it slid into Vivant, then out, repeatedly before tying itself together and cutting itself off from where the rest of it connected to the ghost twins’ fingertips.

The glow of the thread slowly leaked into the sealed part of the wound, and the edge glowed brightly for a second, before dying down to reveal just another stitched up scar, a slightly lighter shade of the mottled grey of Vivant’s rotten flesh.

“Finally the ghost girls will show you how indestructible zombies are.” Madame Dynamite spoke softly, so that the audience would quiet down, listen, and watch the show. The ghost girls turned the backs to the audience, and became opaque for a bright second, and when they parted, there was a rocket where they stood.

They pulled out a length of rope, and held a placid Vivant to the side of the rocket, before binding her to the rocket. Soundlessly, Aidan flicked her hand upward and a lit match appeared. Gliding gracefully to either side of the rocket, Aidan and Nadia glowed brightly for one second, seemingly casting one last spell, before Aidan lit the fuse.

Counting together, Aidan and Nadia sounded angelic, their voices mingling perfectly to sound almost human. Almost.

Vivant shot off with a loud boom, and she disappeared through the hole at the very top of the tent, zooming through the ropes that pulled the fabric of the walls together into pole.

She disappeared out of sight, almost comically shining like a little star, just without the little ‘ding’. Aidan and Nadia closed the gap between them so that their shoulders were touching and turned in sync, facing either side of the audience, before waving their arms in identical patterns, glowing lips moving, but nothing but the screams of the damned coming out.

A hundred things suddenly appeared, the displaced air pressing into the audience, then disappearing beneath the canvas of the tent in spirals of wind. A few of them were illusions, the twins being unable to summon such a large number of things – around 200 things – without connecting their power sources. Without looking at the other, the froze, allowing the audience to realise that they had summoned the exact same things in the exact same places to create a mirror image, then the objects started moving, spinning around them creating a mini tornado, like when they had tossed Vivant around.

A few objects flew over their heads and switched sides, an identical objects always passing at the same time, and still, neither twin turned around to see what the other was doing, knowing exactly when the other would send one over and switching at the same time, and the velocity of the objects never wavered, consistent as their bond.

They dropped their arms in sync, and their arms fell at their sides, where they linked their hands and tilted their heads back so they touched and both looked up. Mouths closed, eyes closed and hands held together, they slowed down the objects in sync, sensing something on the edge of the field of energy, and the objects disappeared one by one. The humans began to realise just how much was summoned, after all, humans could only register 50 things at once, and not understands just how much skill it required to summon over a hundred things at once, in the exact same spot as the summoner’s twin.

Right on time, Vivant fell through the gap in the top of the big tent, head first with nonchalance that could only come with patience, practice and time. Halfway to the bottom of the tent, she spat out the skull of an ancestor, name long lost and still burning from Madame Dee’s cigarette.

Catching it with grace, Madame Dynamite put out the flame, brushing off invisible dust, before placing it back on its place on her hat.

Somersaulting, and then planking vertically, Vivant slotted right into the canon that she had meticulously prepared throughout the entire circus.

“Now, it’s time for our grand finale, my daughter, Vivant will be shot out of her canon, but she will not land here, she will land at our next place of performance.” Madame Dee sauntered over to the canon, taking her time as she spoke. “As my daughter is a zombie, she will survive the flight to Shanghai, China. Albeit, she may come out with more battle scars, she will be fine.” Holding the butt of her cigarette against the fuse of the canon, Madame Dee pecked her zombie daughter on the head and in a whisper, wished her good luck.

The fuse was lit and the silence was deafening, the audience straining to see and/or hear what was going on in the ring, but knowing not to get too close. Who knew what they could do? Who knew the true extent of their power? If this was only a show, a display, of their abilities used in a trivial manner, they could kill everyone on the spot without blinking.

Madame Dee’s smooth voice rang out, counting down the seconds, and the audience exploded into action, fear be damned, and leaned forward in their seats, trying to see just how many explosives had been shoved into the canon. “3… 2… 1….” No one said a word, the noise had died down as Madame Dee counted.

A loud boom sounded, sparks flying and what sounded like firecrackers went off. Vivant soared out of the tent for the second time that evening, and Madame Dee grinned up at the sky as Vivant shined for a second, and an almost comical ‘ding’ sound made its way to the ears of the audience. Madame Dynamite turned her long-dead eyes on the awed audience as juggling bigfoots stumbled out, the chimera made a reappearance and the circus seemed to come alive as everyone filtered out slowly, already having seen what they could do from earlier in the show. But a few hung back, a feeling that this wasn’t all to the famous Cirque du Monstrueux.

As the mythical beings trailed out of the tent, Madame Dee, shooed the remaining humans out into the front, following them out. Everyone but the performers were surprised to see a ring of fire mages surrounding the tent.

Raising their arms as one, a spiralling flame, sparking and crackling, formed at the tip of the big tent and at the base of it. Burning the tent up, it collapsed into a flurry of sparks and Dame Chama rose from the flames on a pedestal of flames as the fire mages one by one took a step into the heat and disappeared with the tent.

Last to go was Madame Dynamite, who took a dramatic bow facing the remainder of the audience before the tongues of light licked at her coat impatiently, almost as if it were trying to draw her into the portal. Putting away her cigarette and cigarette holder, Madame Dee grinned, showing off her fangs as she pulled out a big, fat cigar, similar to that of Vivant’s. After lighting it with her cigarette, she pulled out another thing, most of it hidden in her hands, but the remaining audience could still see that it was a bomb. They weren’t going to blow up those who stayed behind, were they?! They weren’t. Well, Madame Dee was going to set the bomb off, but it wasn’t harmful. That much. Lighting the bomb and stepping back lightly, she grinned at the audience, the cigar balancing dangerously on her lips as she took a long drag. Blowing the smoke upwards, it formed the logo on the cigars and cigarettes that Vivant and Madame Dee used, the family sigil, if you will.

“Well, humans of all kinds, this is goodbye… for now.” She threw the bomb up as she backed into the flames suddenly, the bomb hung in the air, a few seconds too long for it to be natural, and Dame Chama could be heard cackling through the pillar of flames that used to be the tent, over the backdrop of whispering audience members and the busy traffic of Shanghai through the portal, but the portal suddenly closed with a snap milliseconds before the bomb hit the floor, leaving no trace of the strange entities that were there just a few minutes ago.

As soon as the bomb hit the grass a few seconds later, it exploded, leaving sparks that formed a massive skull, empty holes staring into the souls of the remaining mortals.

[5hfanfiction]

BLINDFOLD (GUESS WHO)

One shot: The entire class starts to play “hide and clap” with a little twist, well for Camila, there is. What happens to both her and her bestfriend, Lauren once they get caught up in the ‘little twist’?

A/N: Just a short one shot, I hope you enjoy! (5H x 1D fic)

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Junior high. It was about to end in only a few months to last, with Senior high starting to take a peek in to their lives, waiting for them to finish their last year as a young and free student in the four corners of their school. Camila thought to herself, how fast would time fly if their class chooses to spend it on quietness?

It was 10:30am and their Math teacher was out for a teacher’s convention. Turning the next page of the book, Camila felt calm, in fact, so calm that she couldn’t think of anything anymore besides getting the right logarithmic equations for the graphs their teacher left for them to answer. She felt tired, being a result of having lack of sleep due to a bunch of Science home works.

She closed her book for a while and took a deep breath. She stretched her arms and yawned. She definitely needed that sleep. Her elbows propped on the armchair as her chin rested on her palms. Her eyes wandered around the classroom searching for something interesting to do, but landed on the green eyes by her left. The green-eyed girl was situated one seat away from her, and with the eye contact, they shared a smile. It actually lasted for a few seconds, more than Camila could take, so she broke it.

Camila somehow still remained smiling after breaking the eye contact. The girl she just shared a look with, was Lauren Jauregui. The Lauren Jauregui who’s known to be the consistent MVP of the softball team due to her skills, but also the one Camila had a few fun talks with whenever she conducted an interview with her, being a journalist in their school. The Lauren Jauregui who is well-known for her amazing Math abilities, but also the one who stays in school a little longer just to study with Camila for a History exam. The Lauren Jauregui who probably owned the hallways due to her status, but also the one who approached Camila on the first day and went with her when she was lost. And most of all, the Lauren Jauregui who’s cheerful and everyone’s favourite when it comes to social parties and gatherings, but also the one who cried in Camila’s arms when her father never came back after she finished sophomore year.

Camila was special to Lauren when it came to connecting and being vulnerable. Lauren was special to Camila too, but she was, in a different way. Along the way, Camila grew an unbearable feeling, with her heart pounding and having puppy eyes every time she was with the girl. She liked her for her heart and not for her status, but unfortunately, she would always feel down when she thinks of the fact that maybe, the feeling isn’t the same. That she was just a trusted close friend to her, that when she needed to pour her heart out, she needed to be there, but she was nothing more than that to her.

Camila and Lauren have been friends since freshman, in fact, they were each other’s first friends in high school, until they parted ways, have gone to different groups, but somehow still found ways to reconnect with each other like going out for coffee, hanging out after a short school interview, or sitting silent on the school rooftop when one of them just wanted to let out some emotions. They always had this unspoken promise to be there for one another because they knew each other ever since they’re lives kind of changed as they stepped foot in to the high school life.

They provided each other that safe haven no matter how far they got. Lauren will always be there to smile at Camila in the crowd during her games, and Camila will always be there to smile back.

Camila haven’t noticed the change of activity in the classroom until she felt her Math book drop from her armchair. She whined to herself for letting it slip, but before she could pick it up, Lauren stopped her reaching hand halfway, and reached for the book herself. She didn’t even notice the green-eyed girl dismount from her seat. Lauren smiled as she placed the book back on Camila’s armchair, and not only did she do that, but also pinched the smaller girl’s cheeks before heading to the lockers at the back of their room.

Camila blushed when Lauren was now out of her sight. She just gets all flustered because of her. Having feelings for a friend is fun since you guys grow a bond already, but at the same time, it’s really difficult to control yourself around them.

“Guys, I’m bored. Let’s go play or do something.” One of the students, Dinah, said to the entire class. Almost all the students agreed, including Camila, also having noticed the very mundane atmosphere. Some students headed outside for a breather or went to the restroom, and some declined, just preferring to watch the action that would take place.

Normani said, “Sure, what game do you guys want?”

The group of students pondered and proceeded to think. Camila just waited for anything that they would come up with.

“How about…” The curly-haired tall boy trailed. “How about that game where you blindfold someone, they’ll go find you, and they have to guess who that person is. And when person was guessed, they’ll be the new ‘it’.”

“You mean ‘Hide and Clap?’” The blond Irish boy asked.

“Maybe?” He replied.

Dinah interrupted. “I think we can go with that, except maybe running can be involved. But when the ‘it’ grabs you or something, you are not allowed to escape from them and that’s when they’ll find out who you are. It’s more fun, and will be more of a challenge for the ‘it’.”

They all chuckled and agreed. The curly-haired boy said while smiling, “You are evil, Dinah.”

“Just being creative, Harry.” The girl replied and they all formed a circle with Dinah singing a short song that’ll last until the song stops on a player.

“….As. Sharp. As. A. Pen.” Dinah finished with her finger pointed at Lauren.

All except Lauren were relieved for not being the ‘it’, at the same time, teased the green-eyed girl.

Camila laughed and said, “Lauren’s the ‘it’.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Lauren said, jokingly rolling her eyes. She turned around, waiting for the blindfold to take place.

Zayn did the honour of blindfolding her and making sure she couldn’t see. Ally whispered something to Dinah, and Dinah made a step towards the blindfolded girl.

“Don’t worry, Lo. You can ask us to clap as many times as you want.” She finished, then pinched her nose. Lauren’s face scrunched up at the action and slapped away Dinah’s hand. “Okay spin her around.”

Zayn held her by the shoulders to spin her around. “1….2…….3!” He said, then they all made a move to get far away from her. Their classroom chairs were tidied up to one side, leaving a massive space for them to run and play.

Camila hid by the curtain behind Lauren. Others hid in the corner or behind the teacher’s desk.

Lauren’s arms stretched out, trying to feel if there was someone or maybe just navigating her way. A few giggles were heard by her when she did that, and now, all she had to do was know where they stood.

“Clap!” The girl said and everyone clapped. She walked further from Camila while literally every player transported to the brown-eyed girl’s spot.

Now, she was facing the wrong direction, unknowing to the fact that the players were behind her.

The moment Camila checked Lauren’s steady position, she thought of something crazy. Something that she really felt the need to do, now that this game would be the best chance to do it.

So without a second thought, she ran over to the blindfolded girl, and as she got close enough, she placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Lauren was caught by surprise. The girl reached out to know who did that, but was too late. Camila quickly returned to her former spot while the other players were stunned too at the action, then making giggling sounds and fist-bumping with the brunette afterwards.

“Who was that?” Lauren said referring to the one who kissed her. She seemed to pick up the giggling from behind her, so she faced their direction. Many of the players started to scram away quietly while Camila decided to stay until she gets close. Lauren was walking steadily to her direction, getting closer and closer.

Dinah, to her right, tried to get the small girl’s attention by waving her hands, thinking that Camila is crazy for letting the blindfolded girl get to her. Camila just waved Dinah off, reassuring her that she would be fine.

When the green-eyed girl got to a very close proximity with her, Camila closed the distance by placing a chaste kiss on her lips this time.

Everyone made gasping sounds, amused by the scene. Camila, on the other hand, ran away as fast as she could to the other side of the room beside Louis, with her smile so evident and cheeks presenting a tomato colour.

“I swear to god, who are you?!” Lauren asked, almost annoyed, which made the majority laugh.

Watching the blindfolded girl wander around, Louis looked at Camila with a smug expression. The girl picked up on it easily.

“So, you and Jauregui huh?” He said.

Camila just snorted, “In my dreams.” Her hopes to have Lauren to like her, are just way low. The thought of the green-eyed girl falling for someone like her, seemed impossible. Why would she even develop feelings for a lame dork like her?

Camila continued, “Just had to let my feelings out in an anonymous way.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Mila.” He replied. “Oh, she’s coming our way!” With that, the British boy got up to his feet and went to another location in the room.

Camila, once again, stayed. One more time, she thought, with a slightly devilish expression – well devilish but cute expression.

She waited for the blindfolded girl to get closer. Lauren’s arms were stretched just in case she reaches one of the players or maybe hit a wall.

But before anyone has ever expected it coming, Camila runs to her, catches her off-guard, and kisses her pinkish lips once again. She was about to break away from the kiss and run away, until Lauren instantly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in closer. She was caught and she can’t escape anymore. But what surprised her was that Lauren stayed put, and indeed, kissed her back. The small brunette couldn’t believe it. Lauren’s lips felt like heaven, so soft and so gentle. She found herself closing her eyes at the sensation the green-eyed girl’s lips brought.

Camila felt her insides exploding, new to the fact that she was sharing a real kiss with the girl she developed feelings for. The sounds and reactions from their classmates were not a care anymore. All she could think about was the amazing girl holding her.

Lauren pulled away for a moment when they were out of breath. She chuckled as she touched the face of the small girl, and rubbed her cheeks with her thumb. “Uhuh, just when you thought you were getting away this time.” She said with huskiness in which Camila would die for just to hear. “Naughty girl.”

The smaller one’s face burned at the last phrase. She was stagnant, not knowing what to say or react.

Dinah, from the other side of the room who was amused watching their scene, said to Lauren. “Well, Jauregui, come and guess who this naughty girl is.”

Lauren, still with a blindfold, smiled widely. Camila’s heartbeat picked up its pace at the sight and at the thought that she may actually know that it was her.

“I don’t need to guess.” Lauren said. “I know who she is.” With that, Camila shared a look with Louis. All the redness from Camila’s face was now gone. She’s done. She’ll never have the audacity to face Lauren anymore.

But Lauren continued, “So Camila Cabello, do you mind if I kiss you for the rest of my life?”

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A/N: wOOH you have made it to the end and have a great life :)

[siriusordo]

Never Have I Ever

Written for the 2017 MEFFW Secret Santa Fic Exchange. A holiday party, mistletoe, and a drinking game. What could possibly happen? FShenko.

A/N: I hope everyone had a great holiday season. This was written as my gift fic for @alyssalenko  for the Mass Effect Secret Santa Fic Exchange 2017. I was thrilled with this match. After signing up I'd looked through the requests and saw this one. I loved it and considered writing something for it, whether I received it or not. Imagine my excitement and surprise when I opened my assignment email and found I'd been matched with her. I really loved writing this! Thanks again to @jediserenity82 for beta'ing this for me!

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Never Have I Ever

"Mistletoe!"

"You have to kiss her, Major!" Samantha's delighted voice added, pointing at a green sprig above the couple.

This was the third time they'd been caught standing underneath a piece of the holiday plant this evening. It seemed like the devilish little things were hanging all over the rec room. Although it was possible that some of the crew was taking great delight in moving it around or maybe it just felt that way to Shepard.

She didn't mind kissing Kaidan, honestly she didn't. Who would? It was just the constant displays of public affection were dangerous for them. If Alliance Command got wind of their relationship, there could be consequences. At best, one of them may be reassigned, at worst they could face a court martial for fraternization. She honestly didn't want to go through that again. As they were Spectres, they were technically Council representatives and outside the Alliance's direct command, but this was still an Alliance ship and she just didn't want to take the chance. She wasn't sure she could do this without Kaidan at her side.

Before Shepard could protest, the Major leaned in and gently pressed his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy his touch, but it seemed to end just as quickly as it began. "Don't worry so much," he whispered against her lips.

"Can't help it, it's my job," she returned with a smile.

"For tonight," Kaidan added as he used a fingertip to trace along her jawline. "For me?"

"I'll try," Shepard answered. As they parted, she became aware of the cheers and catcalls of their friends and crew-members around them. She shook her head. Everyone meant well, but all it would take was one anonymous complaint to Command and she could lose him again….

"Shepard," Kaidan sighed, knowing she was already losing the battle. "Everyone here just wants to share our happiness with us. There isn't enough of it in the galaxy right now. Let them celebrate."

"You're right," she said, slipping her hand into his and squeezing it gently. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he replied, squeezing back.

"Anyway," James said, coming up behind them and nudging Shepard's shoulder with his larger one. "You and Alenko are one of the worst kept secrets in the galaxy. No use in trying to hide it anyway."

"James!" she sputtered, rubbing her shoulder. Sometimes the big guy just didn't know his own strength.

"What?" he smirked at them. "It's the truth and everyone here but you knows it."

"You know he's right," Garrus added, joining the small circle of friends. "Relax and enjoy the party."

"Garrus! Not you too," Shepard moaned.

"Shepard, I spent a lot of time in the shuttle bay on the first Normandy with that guy," Garrus said, tilting his toward Kaidan and tapping his own nose. "There was no hiding his attraction to you every time you were in the room."

The Major's cheeks flushed at the comment, but he didn't bother trying to deny the truth.

"Do not forget the pool," Tali said from beside Garrus, her words badly slurred.

"Pool?" Shepard questioned, curious.

"On when you two would finally hook up, get vertical, do the deed," Joker explained, joining the expanding group and taking a pull from the beer in his hands. "Got pretty large too, didn't realize the Turian had inside information."

"By the way, you still owe me fifty credits." The aforementioned Turian told Joker.

"The check's in the mail," the pilot answered before turning back to Shepard and Kaidan. "You really should consider moving out from the under the mistletoe," he said, pointing above their heads. "Before Traynor decides you need to kiss him again."

"Did someone call me?" Samantha asked, as if conjured by the mere mention of her name. "By the way, if you're still under the mistletoe in another minute, it will be another kiss."

"What?" Traynor asked when everyone started laughing at the comment.

"Told ya," Joker said with a smug smirk.

"I don't mind kissing Kaidan," Shepard retorted before giving the man a quick kiss to prove her point. "It's just the public displays that make me uneasy."

"This is your crew," Samantha automatically reassured the commander, unknowingly echoing earlier reassurances. "No one will turn you in — no one."

"Thanks Samantha," Shepard said, as Kaidan wrapped in arm around her waist, "thanks everyone, really."

"Now that we got the mushy stuff out of the way, how about we have some fun?" Joker suggested with a smirk.

"What do you suggest?" Tali asked.

"A drinking game," Joker answered.

"Truth or Dare?" James offered with a grin. "Got some ideas for some good dares."

"I don't know," Shepard replied hesitantly. She didn't like to think about some of the dares that James could come up with.

"I was thinking more like 'Never Have I Ever', easier for the cripple than some of the dares that you guys think up," Joker countered, finishing off his beer, "easier to learn the deep dark secrets people are hiding too."

"I'm game," Vega said to no one's surprise.

After taking a moment and giving Joker a calculating look, Shepard replied, "If Joker's offering up a chance to learn some of his secrets I'm in.'

"I'm an open book," the pilot laughed, "just ask me."

Shepard was well aware that wasn't exactly true. Joker cracked jokes and poked fun at himself and others as a deterrence technique. It kept them from getting too close. If he didn't let them in, they couldn't hurt him. "We'll see about that," she mused aloud, glancing at him.

"I'm in," Kaidan said. "Garrus?"

"Sure, why not?" the Turian answered. "Tali?" he asked. When he didn't receive an answer, Garrus glanced over his shoulder and saw the Quarain already passed out on a nearby couch. "Guess she's out," he nearly purred with amusement.

After clearing off a nearby table, the group started to sit down and get comfortable. "Care to join us, Esteban?" James called out to his friend standing nearby.

Turning at his name, Steve asked, "What's going on?"

"Never have I ever with these guys." Vegas answered.

Glancing around, Steve made his way over to the table, grinning as he pulled out a chair and plopped himself down into it. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Laughing, Kaidan stood up and went to the nearby bar. He grabbed some clean shot glasses and handed them to James, who passed them out to the players. Next, Kaidan found a few bottles of alcohol, plus something special for Garrus, and brought them back to the table, putting all but one in the center of the table. After he sat down and filled the small tumbler, he handed the bottle to Shepard, who filled hers and passed it on.

"Everyone ready?" Shepard asked after everyone had filled their shots.

"For those of us that've never played before," Garrus said, getting a disbelieving look from all the other players, "Okay for me — what are the rules?"

"We'll take turns, going around the table, making a statement 'never have I ever' and an action." Shepard explained to her friend. "Such as, never have I ever kissed a girl," all of the players, except Steve, picked up their drinks and knocked them back, putting the empty tumbler back on the table upside down. "You can ask just about anything you want to know about the other players." Picking up her glass, Shepard swallowed the liquid and put it back on the table upside down. She shrugged a shoulder at a few of the questioning looks. "I experimented a little when I was younger."

"Understood," Garrus said, picking up his own shot and finishing it off.

"My turn," Steve declared from Shepard's other side after the glasses were all full again. "Never have I ever kissed a guy." Grabbing his shot, Steve swallowed it in one go. Putting it back on the table upside, he added, "Needed that one."

No one was surprised when Shepard took her shot or when Kaidan quickly followed her example and knocked back his drink with a grin. An eyebrow or two went up when James picked up his drink and knocked it back. "What? he asked, glancing around. "I experimented when I was young, too."

"Was?" Kaidan ribbed. "You're still a kid."

"An old man like you would know," James quickly quipped back.

Kaidan snorted back a laugh and saluted the younger man with his empty glass before setting it on the table and filling it again.

"My turn," James said, looking from Garrus on one side of him and Shepard a few seats down on the other. "Never have I ever kissed an alien." He didn't touch the drink in front of him and instead watched his friends around the table.

Garrus was the first one to pick up his shot. He silently saluted the group and swallowed the liquid. Setting it down, he picked up his bottle and refilled it. Without a word, Traynor picked hers and drank her shot. Grinning, Joker refilled it for her. Eyes scanned the table to see if anyone else would take a drink until they finally settled on Shepard.

Taking a deep breath, she seemed to steel herself against something before picking up the small tumbler and quickly swallowing the shot. Biting her lip, she put the empty glass back and leaned into Kaidan seated next to her. He automatically wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

The silence hung heavily between them, no one knowing exactly what to say or ask. Finally James broke the silence, looking at Garrus and Shepard and asked, "Soooo—enlighten us. Each other?"

Garrus sputtered and choked in indignation. "What?"

"You were on the ship together under Cerberus, you're good friends, and you've both kissed an alien," James explained. "Makes sense."

"If you don't have all the facts maybe," Garrus retorted, shaking his head. "It was Tali if you must know."

"Oh!" James said, leaning back in his chair, looking from the Turian to the Quarian and back. "Oh! I didn't… ummmm... yeah…." he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't know."

"It wasn't yet common knowledge," Garrus said, glancing over at his sleeping girlfriend.

"Congratulations," Shepard smiled at her friends. "The universe could use more happy right now."

The rest of the table quickly followed suit, offering well wishes for the couple. After everyone fell silent, James started to ask, "Then who?"

"Thane," Shepard answered.

"The Drell on the Citadel?" James questioned.

"Yeah," Shepard confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry, Shepard. What was he there for?" James asked.

"Kepral's Syndrome."

"Oh damn," the younger soldier groaned, leaning back in the chair and running an agitated hand across his short hair. "I…." he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Shepard's ill-fated relationship with the Drell assassin wasn't a secret, not really. She knew if their mission didn't kill them, his disease would eventually shorten their time together. It made her treasure every moment she'd had with Thane, and she wouldn't trade it for anything in the universe. Nothing…

"Don't worry," she waved him off. "You didn't know."

"Thanks," he replied, happy that he hadn't accidentally brought up something the Commander preferred not to think about. Sitting quietly for a moment, she could see he was thinking about something, finally he asked puzzled, "But I thought... you and the Major?"

"Weren't together at the time," Kaidan explained. "And I don't begrudge her that time with Thane. He took care of her and loved her when I couldn't." After he finished, Shepard snuggled deeper into his embrace as he kissed the top of her head lovingly.

After basking in Kaidan's warmth, Shepard sat up with a smile and asked, "Who's turn?"

The game continued on. They ribbed each other, joked, and smiled. Everyone took a turn asking questions or downing a drink when they'd done the 'never' asked. They learned about their crew-mates, their pasts and a few secrets. More importantly, they took a moment to relax and have fun.

"My turn," Joker smirked, resting his arms on the table. "Never have I ever had threesome." He looked from person to person, waiting to see if anyone would take a drink until finally someone moved.

Shrugging a shoulder, Samantha picked up the glass in front of her, saluted the table before downing the liquid.

"Traynor?" Joker said, astonished.

"What can I say," she answered, refilling her drink. "I experimented," she deadpanned, echoing others earlier words.

That broke the ice, there was no stopping it. The table erupted into laughter. They laughed until the humans had tears in their eyes. When Shepard managed to pull herself together, she said, "My turn." Giving Joker an almost evil look she asked, "Never have I ever had sex in the pilot seat of the Normandy."

"Hey! Not my chair!" Joker shouted.

Smirking at him, Shepard slowly picked up the shot glass and swallowed the liquor in one gulp, before smacking the empty down on the table.

"Shepard?!" the pilot groaned, slumping in his seat.

Next was James, picking up the tumbler he swallowed the shot in one go. After refilling it, he leaned back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head. "What can I say, she was worth it."

When Traynor, Garrus, and Steve quickly followed, Joker face palmed and slipped further down into his seat. "Tell me you haven't desecrated my chair too?" Joker said, looking pointedly at Kaidan.

"Yeah well," the other man mumbled apologetically as he picked up his glass. "Who do you think was with Shepard?" Finishing the shot, he put the empty back on the table.

Staring at the ceiling petulantly, Joker demanded, "Has anyone not had sex in my chair?!"

Resting her elbow on the table, Shepard put her chin on her palm, smiled at Joker and the full glass in front of him. She said sweetly, "Apparently you."

Turning sharply to the commander, Joker glared at her and gave her the middle finger salute, making the table of players erupt in laughter again. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up," Joker said as he stood up and started to walk away. "We'll see who gets the last laugh."

Leaning against Kaidan's side, Shepard tried to catch her breath. Who knew that Joker's pilot chair was such a popular hot spot? Or that he left it often enough for everyone to use it as often as they had! Poor Joker….

"Not sure he was ready for that answer," Garrus chuckled as he stood up and walked over to the couch where Tali was sleeping. He gently shook her awake and whispered, "Time for bed."

"Mmmmm… okay," she mumbled, sitting up.

Garrus helped her stand up and wrapped a steadying arm around her waist. "Thanks everyone, it's been a great party but it's getting late and some of us have some calibrations to take care of in the morning."

"Night Garrus," Shepard and the other players replied, as the pair slowly turned and headed for the door.

"He's right, it is late and I need to hit the gym tomorrow before duty," James said, stretching as he stood up. "Catch you guys later," he added before heading for the elevator.

"Yeah me too, a shuttle repair in the morning for me." Cortez said, standing up and yelling for Vega to wait for him.

"Apurate amigo!" James replied, as he grabbed the door and kept it from closing. Steve stepped into the elevator and stood between Garrus and James as the doors slid shut.

"My turn to say goodnight," Traynor said to the pair left at the table as she waved at a crewman along the far wall. "I had fun, thanks for including me."

"Thank you for organizing the Christmas party," Shepard smiled at the other woman.

"You're welcome, we needed something to celebrate." Walking away Samantha added, "Have a good night, sirs."

"You too," they replied in unison, as Traynor joined a small group of people.

"It was a great party," Kaidan said, giving Shepard's hand a squeeze under the table. "Shall we call it a night and let the crew party without the officers here?"

"Come to my quarters for a private after party?" she asked with a wink. For a little added persuasion, she dragged the knuckles of their joined hands along his inner thigh and making Kaidan's breath catch in the back of his throat.

"Sounds good," he managed in a steady voice, even as their hands rubbed against his pant-clad cock. "Shall we?"

"The sooner the better," Shepard agreed, letting go of Kaidan's hand. She let her fingertips stroke along the bulge in his pants, before she pulled her hand from underneath the table, stood up, and started for the door.

"You're evil, Shepard." Kaidan groaned, lagging behind as he tried to regain some control over his body.

"I know," she laughed, waiting for him at the door. "But you wouldn't change me."

"No," he readily agreed, "I wouldn't." Even after all this time, the memory of losing her was still very fresh and painful. She was here, she was alive and they were together again. He could never dream of possibly changing anything about her or their situation. When he was finally able to stand up without making it obvious what they'd been doing under the table, Kaidan quickly joined her. "Let's go."

Shepard flashed him a grin as they walked into the hallway and across to the lift. Slapping the pad on the wall, she called it back and they waited silently for it to return. A few seconds later the doors slid open and they stepped in, the door closing automatically. She punched the button for her quarters and as it started to ascend, she leaned into Kaidan's larger body next to her and he wrapped an arm around her waist. She couldn't help a soft sigh of contentment. It was the little moments like this that made it all worth it.

"What the hell?" Shepard cursed when the lift jerked to a halt, nearly knocking her off her feet. At the same time the power cut out, killing the lights and throwing them into pitch black darkness for a brief few moments before the emergency lights kicked on.

"That's weird," Kaidan said as he steadied her.

Patting his arm in thanks, Shepard looked up and called out, "EDI?" When she didn't get the immediate anticipated response, she tried again. "EDI, answer me."

"Yes, Commander?" she reluctantly answered.

"EDI what's going on?"

"It seems the main power to the elevator has been cut," EDI needlessly explained.

"I figured that much EDI, we're stuck in here," Shepard said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Why's the power out?"

"Revenge Shepard," Joker voice suddenly sounded over the speaker.

"Joker? What...?"

"Desecrating my chair," the pilot said. "Really? I have to sit here. And to know that everyone has used it for their..." he hesitated, searching for the word, "extracurricular activities! Ugh! It won't ever be the same."

Looking up at the speaker in the ceiling, Shepard tried to explain, "Joker I…" but he cut her off.

"Luckily, EDI understands, she knows how I feel about the Normandy, my chair and her, so she helped me out."

That sounded ominous and made Shepard almost afraid to ask — almost. "What's going on, Jeff?"

"All power to the ship's elevator has been cut," EDI explained for him, "And can't be reestablished until the engineering crew come on duty in the morning."

"That means no propulsion, lights, surveillance, and after I cut this call, all communications systems," Joker laughed. "Next time think you'll reconsider defiling a guy's chair. Have a good night guys!" As soon as he finished speaking, the line the line cut out.

"Joker!" Shepard angrily demanded. "EDI!" Neither answered. "Dammit!" She sagged against the wall behind her and rubbed her temples in aggravation.

"You okay?" Kaidan asked, stepping closer.

"No," she sighed, aggravated with Joker. "He stranded us here!"

"Yeah, but are you really surprised?"

"No, not really," she answered, running a hand through her hair with a small smile. "And honestly that night was still well worth it."

"Even if we have to spend the rest of the night here?" Kaidan asked, moving closer and resting his forearm against the wall near her head.

"Even if," Shepard reassured him as she looked up through her eyelashes. "Too bad though, I had plans for the rest of the night."

"What kind of plans?" he questioned as he leaned in and stroked her jawline with his fingertips.

She could feel her pulse quicken and her breath hitched. Having him so close, touching her was making her mind fog and thinking clearly was getting difficult. Lacing her tone with the desire she was feeling, Shepard whispered, "One that involved you, me, fewer clothes, and a bed." Slowly licking her lips, she added, "On second thought, the bed was optional."

"God Shepard," Kaidan groaned, continuing to stroke her cheek. "You can't say things like that when we can't do anything about it."

She could feel his rock hard cock pressed against her tummy. She needed to feel more of him... all of him. Reaching up, she threaded her fingers into the hair on the back of his head, taking care to avoid his implant. "Who said we can't?" she asked, before yanking his head down and desperately crashing their lips together.

She was nearly overwhelmed by him. The feeling of his body so close to hers, the fragrance of his aftershave mixed with a musky scent that was uniquely Kaidan, and the taste of him in her mouth. It was a heady mix and she loved it and had missed it when they were apart.

When the need for air made them break the kiss, Kaidan rested his forehead against hers. "We can't," he breathed heavily, "EDI."

"No audio or video feeds," Shepard said, pressing her heated core against him, "Means no EDI."

Needing no more prompting, Kaidan kissed her. This kiss reflected his growing passion, all tongue and teeth; exploring, licking, sucking and tasting. The more he took, the more he wanted. He could never get enough of her.

Breaking the kiss, Kaidan grasped a handful of her hair and gently but firmly pulled her head to the side, exposing the sensitive skin of her neck. He rained down on the flesh, from just below her ear to her pulse point and back. She moaned lustily when he nipped and sucked her ear lobe. "I love you," he whispered breathlessly.

"I love you, too."

"I need you," Kaidan moaned. He thrust his hips against her, trying to create some friction and relieve the tension building inside of him.

"Need you, too," she managed, running a hand down his side, she pulled his shirt out of his waistband of his pants. Not bothering with the snaps, Shepard grabbed two handful of fabric on the front of the shirt and yanked it open, shoving it off of him. Nearly purring in contentment, she stroked the muscles of his chest and down to his abs. She traced the light hair of his 'happy trail' down until it disappeared under the waistband of his pants. She dragged her fingers back and forth along the top of his pants, almost tickling the sensitive skin.

"Too many clothes," he mumbled, grasping the tab of the zipper on her N7 hoodie and lowered it tooth by tooth with what felt like excruciating slowness. He pushed it off her shoulders and Shepard wiggled out of it, letting it fall to the floor. Sliding down her body, Kaidan knelt in front of her, all the time keeping his gaze locked on hers. Releasing the hidden closures on the boot, he pulled it off and tossed it behind him. He took off her sock and stroked the soft skin of her calf. Putting her foot down on the deck, he quickly repeated the procedure with the other boot, putting her foot back on the floor, before standing up.

She bit her lip and watched him efficiently undo her belt and unfastened her pants. Wrapping his his fingers into the fabric of her panties and pants, he pushed both down over the swell of her hips until they pooled at her feet. She stepped out of them and kicked them out of their way. She was left standing in front of him in nothing but her tank top.

"So beautiful," he whispered, stepping closer. Sliding his hands behind her thighs, Kaidan picked her up. He felt her legs wrap around his waist and pull him tightly to her. He could feel her heated core pressed firmly against his achingly hard cock. When she grinded herself against him, Kaidan groaned and nipped her shoulder.

"Kaidan," she whined, thrusting herself into him again, desperately seeking some relief from the growing ache deep inside of her. "Please."

"What do you need, Shepard?" he asked, stroking her side. He pushed up her tank top until her breasts were exposed to the cool air, making the nipples pebble. Reaching out, he circled one with the tip of a finger then the other.

Her hips bucked in response and she moaned, "You — in me. Now!"

Reaching between their bodies, Kaidan unfastened his pants, pushing down his boxer briefs and pants just far enough to free his rock hard cock. He was past ready for this, he ached to feel her. The head of his weeping cock lined up perfectly with the heat of Shepard's opening. "Ready?"

Nodding her head, Shepard grabbed his shoulders and held on.

In one powerful stroke, Kaidan sheathed himself deeply inside of Shepard's body. Crushing their lips together in a rough kiss, Kaidan swallowed her shout of passion as he stretched and filled every inch of her.

When she finally broke the kiss, Shepard demanded, "Now — move."

"Yes ma'am," he replied, pulling out slowly and thrusting back into her heat.

He'd do anything for her. He'd lost Shepard over Alchera. Kaidan had watched as the Normandy exploded and streak across the sky, taking his life with it. He never thought he'd get another chance, but by some miracle, she was here in his arms again and he swore he'd never screw it up again. He'd die first.

"Yes," Shepard murmured, digging her nails into his shoulders and matching his pace.

"Careful," Kaidan hissed in pleasurable pain, thrusting into her again.

Arching her back against the wall, she pressed her center into him. "Harder!"

Kaidan set a demanding pace, slamming into her core as hard as possible, over and over. The force of his thrusts making Shepard's body crash into the wall, then rebound and meet his next thrust into her. With each powerful stroke he drove his cock deeper into her willing body and took them closer and closer to the very edge of passion.

Panting and nearly delirious with passion, Shepard felt a telling warmth gathering in her belly. "K…gonna…c…cum."

Not slowing his pace, Kaidan wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down into each powerful thrust of his hips, each going impossibly deeper inside of her.

"Yes!" she screamed as she came, unraveling at the seams. She felt her he unraveled and came hard, her walls clamping down around Kaidan's cock, which was still buried deep inside of her body.

"God!" Kaidan cried out. With a last shuddering stroke he came, spilling himself deeply inside of her body, filling her with his heat.

They rode out the crashing waves of pleasure together, holding tight to each other.

Finally spent, Kaidan let go of Shepard's legs so she could stand up. Resting a forearm to support his weight, he propped himself up and tried to catch his breath.

"Kaidan," Shepard panted after a long, quiet moment.

"I know," he answered, nuzzling her neck gently, "I know."

Twining her fingers in the curls on his head, Shepard whispered, "You know I'll have to thank Joker later."

"Hmmmm?" he questioned, kissing her neck.

"That was mind blowing."

"Was?" he questioned. They slipped to the floor, wrapped up together. "The night is still young and if we're stuck in here, I plan on making the most of it…."

The End…

A/N: Thanks all! This was a blast! AlyssAlenko, hope you love it as much as I loved writing it!

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Employer’s Daughter (Chapter 6)

Part Five if you need a refresher (I sure did!)

Six - Smart Devil

“No. Life taught me that.”

Your words echoed in Matt Murdock’s ear as he fought the feeling that there was something irritatingly likable about his enemy’s daughter. Although he could sense the ego you held, he could also sense that a large part of it was simply for show, a defense mechanism from the life you’d been forced to lead.

Matt watched while Claire finished stitching you up, obviously a little unnerved by your presence in her apartment.

“Aren’t you going to beat me up like you did Wesley? Insist I give you answers, not that I have them.”

When you were nervous words tended to leave your mouth without much thought and right now you were VERY nervous that his Masked Man might just kill you for answers.

“No, I know you were telling the truth, you know very little, if anything about your father’s plans.”

He spoke with such confidence in this that it was almost spooky, like he had some kind of fifth sense about these things – but between the alcohol they’d given you for the pain and the pain itself you were too tired to question him any further.   ~

“Francis, find my daughter!” Your furious father bellowed through the phone at the man who had spent the last two hours combing the city for your whereabouts.

“She’ll be okay Wilson” Vanessa cooed, trying to prevent the large man in front of her from going nuclear.

Wesley was beside himself but doing his best to seem only as concerned as the rest of Fisk’s employees. Vanessa fell for the act, confused as to why the man responsible for your disappearance could be sharing air with Wilson Fisk at the moment. What Vanessa didn’t know was that despite multiple (serious) character flaws that would forever prevent Wilson Fisk from winning a father of the year award, he did in fact know his daughter was falling in love with (and he had suspicions even sleeping with) his suspicions. The thought of anyone sleeping with his daughter was usually cause enough to murder the man in question, however, James Wesley was not just any man. Wilson Fisk’s fondness for Wesley and the concern for you he was failing to hide was enough to prevent Fisk from smashing his head in – so long as you were found alive. ~

“You know you’re awfully trusting, and casual, for a man going up against my father.” You quipped, walking alongside the Devil on the way back to the hospital.

“You told me you’d keep Claire anonymous and I believe you.” He left it at that, pausing to tilt his head in an odd fashion; much like an attentive dog, every now and then.

“And you believe me? Wilson Fisk’s daughter of all people?” You just wanted to know how this guy could be alive when he was this trusting, especially in such a shady neighborhood.

Matt couldn’t help but let out a laugh, he knew you were just talking because of your nerves, seemed the only one with trust issues was you.

“I do. Is it really that crazy to still have just a little bit of faith in humanity? You said yourself you are not your father, and I’m letting you prove that to me.”

You let out a sigh. You hated to admit it but he made a great point. You weren’t your father, you weren’t going to let the kind nurse be killed for actions that were not necessarily of her own choosing.

He was a smart devil, and you were honestly a bit sad when your stroll came to an end. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen may be your father’s enemy and he may have taken you hostage, but he kept his word and listened to you, and believed you – more than you could say for most of your father’s men. Too bad he was on the opposing side or you felt that maybe you two could have even been classified as friends.

“Well, guess this is where we part ways.” You stated, noting your arrival in the ambulance bay.

“Do you know how to get back to the others?” The Devil asked, as if he had some genuine concern for your safety.

“I’m a big girl, I think I can manage. Until next time Masked Mike.” You grinned, receiving a curt nod from the man in the mask.

“Until next time,’ he paused, ‘but you know, my real name isn’t Mike.”

“I know, but I also know there’s no chance in hell you’re going to tell me your real name so Mike will have to do. Unless you prefer Devil as a first name?”

“Mike it is then.” This time is was his turn to grin as you both parted ways, a little unsure how to feel of your almost friendly banter. ~

“I just need to know who that girl is…” Karen mumbled nose deep in her computer trying to figure out who the mystery girl who possibly saved her life (or that prick of an assistant’s life) was.

Matt Murdock however knew exactly who you were. Y/N Fisk. Wilson Fisk’s daughter. However, knowing this information and sharing it with Karen would blow his devilish secret.

“The way she clings to his side… that’s got to mean something.” Karen’s attention had obviously turned to the news that was playing quietly in the background, Fisk and crew speaking about their latest “success” in improving Hell’s Kitchen.

“Hm?” Matt asked, hoping Karen would fill him in on the visuals he couldn’t piece together through a television.

“The girl, the one that pulled the gun away from the assistant, she’s all but hanging off his side. They have to be together.”

“Fisk’s side? Perhaps she’s like his daughter or something?” Matt pressed, trying to lead Karen to discover what he already knew.

“No, no. James Wesley’s side, must be his girlfriend or something.”

Oh, you hanging off Wesley’s side wasn’t going to guide her to anything but what she already knew, the two of you were somehow involved.

“Isn’t it a bit odd to you that Wilson Fisk would let some random girlfriend be on the news with them? What makes her worthy of the protection that Fisk and those closest to him are under?”

Matt could almost hear Karen taking his point into consideration.

“That’s a good point… I’ll keep digging see if anything about him having a daughter pops up.”

Matt smirked contently to himself, keeping his secret wasn’t always easy but he always felt a certain amount of pride when he was able to guide people to the truth without revealing his methods.  

A/N: There’s proabably hella continuity errors, but I could not for the life of me find parts one and two so, sorry for them if you find any

Also sorry this is like two years late. It’s been a wild time in my life and my most recent post (before this obvs) can fill you in

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As fate would have it - Chapter 36

Chapter 36 - What is this about?

(possible manga spoilers up until chapter 54) (Also sorry I’m so late this week. I’m sick at the moment so everythig runs through queue. But I forgot the chapter so ... sorry (/v\)

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“What in the world are you doing Hiyori?”, Yato asked, a confused expression on his face.

“NOTHING! DON'T LOOK!”, the half Ayakashi screamed and threw a towel in his face, trying to cover his eyes.

She was standing in their bedroom, her old school uniform's shirt halfway put over her head. It was a hilarious picture and Yato burst out laughing as soon as his mind had caught up on what he was seeing.

“STOP LAUGHING YOU IDIOT!”, she screamed embarrassed. “Why are you wearing your old uniform?”, he said, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

“I … I-I'm … I … just … w-wanted t-to … well … see i-if it still f-fit”, she answered.   “Looks like it does!”, Yato answered after Hiyori had pulled down the shirt.

It really did. It got slightly tighter at some parts but other than that, she looked just like twelve years ago. Like she was still the school girl Yato had met. The only thing that had changed was the length of her hair.

“Y-Yeah. It does”, she discovered surprised, “I thought that it, well ... wouldn't. Guess time doesn't change everything.”

“See? I told you that you haven't changed in all those years. You are still the same old Hiyori.”

“I … I think so”, she put on a little smile.

“You've been thinking about being older again haven't you?”, Yato asked after a short break.

“Yes. I can't help it!”, she sighed.

The blue eyed god took her hands and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose before he went over to the closet and started to look for something. Hiyori wanted to ask what he was looking for but right in that moment, Yato pulled out something and immediately started to take off his shirt and his track paints, revealing his favorite capypa underwear. Right when Hiyori was about to open her mouth and ask what he was doing, Yato put on her old uniform. Before she knew it, he stood in front of her wearing her old middle school uniform and smiled at her.

“See, I still fit in this one as well!”, he announced happily.

“Well you aren't aging you jerk!”, Hiyori retorted laughing and threw a pillow into his face.

“Hey!”, the god replied and threw the pillow back into her direction. “What are you doing?”, Tsuki, who had been listening through the half closed door, asked, making her way inside.

What she saw in front of her was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Her mother in her old High School uniform next to her father, wearing the same one that Tsuki was wearing. The young girl couldn't hold back her laughter, causing her parents to join her.

Caught by the commotion, Yukine peeked inside the room and he didn't know if he should run or laugh along. 

After he had witnessed a scene such as this, there was no way it could be unseen. Tsuki put on a devilish expression as soon as she spotted Yukine and said: “You know daddy, I got a spare uniform in my room.”

“OH NO!”, Yukine screamed after Yato's face showed the most terrifying grin he had ever seen. “Hold him!”, the god screamed and Tsuki jumped forward, dashing at her big brother. Yukine ran like he never ran before. Slippery floors didn't matter, he had to stay on his feet. Furniture was no obstacle for him, he just had to jump over it. Doors should not stop him, they only had to be opened way faster than usual. But it was no use. Tsuki had lured him into a trap and there was no where else to run off to. “Don't! Please! Tsuki I'm begging you! You can't do this to me!”, he desperately begged.

“Come on big brother, it's just for fun. It won't hurt I promise!”

“No! PLEASE! NOO!”

Luckily, Yukine was released from his suffering when Yato entered the room, holding his phone and telling him that they had been called out for a job.

Never before had the young boy been so glad that a job came in when it did.

“Let's go!”, he said and rushed to his master's side, “Oh and one last thing.”

“What?”, Yato asked confused.

“Put on normal clothes!”

After Yato was wearing his tracksuit again and he had said goodbye to Hiyori and Tsuki by giving them a kiss on the forehead, the two boys left.

Their job actually came from Tenjin and they helped him out by getting rid of a few Ayakashi that were threatening the students of a school nearby. If Tsuki had known what this job actually was about, she would have insisted on tagging along and use her powers but Yato would never agree to it. She was still learning how to handle her gift and those Ayakashi were way to big. How to deal with small ones, that was something she had become pretty good at but as soon as they got bigger, she wasn't able to get a connection yet. There was also the fact that Hiyori and Tsuki were planning on visiting her parents since the young girl hadn't seen her grandparents in a long time. She had been looking forward to this for weeks now and something like Ayakashi hunting shouldn't prevent her from spending time with her family. The task had been easy enough for the experienced team. Yato and Yukine were working together perfectly after all the years of practice they got. In practically no time the two boys were back at Tenjin's shrine again, where an unfamiliar figure was talking with the wise old god. A middle aged woman dressed in traditional garment was talking to Tenjin.   “This is rather sudden. I certainly do not remember anyone mentioning that another colloquy was taking place this year” the two boys could hear Tenjin say as they got closer.

“It is true that there has been no official announcement yet”, a soft female voice coming from the figure in front of Tenjin explained, “Anyhow, there have been recent events that require a colloquy as soon as possible. I've been send here in heavens behalf to bring you to the meeting place at once.”

“What is going on?”, Yato asked as soon as they reached the two. “Are you the Yato-god?”, the woman asked. “Yes.”

“Then I shall send you off to the heavens as well. A meeting has been ordered in behalf of her majesty and all the gods are to gather at once without further ado.”

“A colloquy? Now? Like, right now?”, the blue eyed god asked disbelieving.

“Yes.”

“W-Wait a minute. And what is it about? I mean, there must be a good reason for it if it can't wait!”

“I have not been ordered to talk about the reasons. I have not been informed about the reasons myself. My only task is to escort you to the meeting place. If there are no more questions, I would ask you to accompany me now.”

Of course there were a lot of questions left but the two gods had no chance to ask because all of them were immediately send to the heavens. Tenjin, Tsuyu, Yato and Yukine found themselves in the middle of the building where the gods usually gathered during their meetings.

The hall was full of other gods and their guideposts. There was a lot of commotion in the room since everyone was asking around if anyone knew the reason for this sudden action of the heavens.

“What the hell?”, Yato asked a little annoyed. “It appears we have no choice on weather we want to participate or not”, Tenjin asserted.

“Oh great. I have to message Hiyori and tell her that we will be gone for a while. Who knows how long this is going to take”, and as he spoke, Yato pulled out his phone and typed a text message for her.

“YATTY!”, the four of them heard a familiar voice from the distance.

Just a few steps away, the others were standing together in a group. Kofuku, Daikoku, Bishamon and Kazuma were now making their way over to their friends. “We were already looking for you! Do you have any idea what's going on here?”, the pink haired goddess asked.

“No”, Yato answered, “You don't know why we are here either?”

Everyone shook their heads at once. Slowly, Yato started to get a strange feeling.

“Did something like this ever happen? Such a sudden meeting? It seems like everyone is freaking out because of it”, Yukine asked curious, observing his surroundings.

“I guess it only happens pretty rarely. Last time they gathered everyone in a rush was … when … “, Kazuma started to explain. “When they sent the obligation force after Ebi”, Kofuku finished his sentence.

“But even so. They never sent us here immediately. We had no time whatsoever after the heaven's guards came to get us”, Bishamon added.

No one knew what to say until suddenly the group started to move. The gods were sent into the conference room while the guideposts were ordered to stay here for the time being.

Through the gaps in the massive group of gods Yato could make out the outlines of Ebisu trying to reach the others but he didn't manage to fight against the force of the group. Before they knew it, they were all covered by the anonymity of the conference room and couldn't tell where anybody was anymore.

And just like that, the colloquy began.

Notes:

Okay there is something that I think is really scary and I just have to get it off my chest. (NOT MANGA SPOILER FREE!!) I am writing all of these Chapters 1 month ahead. And every month when a new Chapter of Noragami comes out something similar is happening?!?! Like ... HOW? O.O It started when the Chapters about Yukine's name cracking were published and then in the Manga ... IT HAPPENED TOO! Then I was writing a chapter that included Kofuku and Daikoku ... and then the Chapter where it wasn't sure if Daikoku would survive came out! I've written a chapter where Hiyori got drunk and published it around the time when the Heaven arc came to an end and they gathered at Kofuku's to drink! I've written about Ebisu in a chapter after not mentioning him in a while ... AND HE GETS A CHAPTER IN THE MANGA AROUND THE TIME IT'S PUBLISHED!!! Now in this chapter Hiyori was trying on her old uniform ... AND THREE DAYS AGO IN THE CHAPTER SHE WAS WEARING HER OLD UNIFORM AS WELL!!! WHAT THE HELL HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE????? I swear I had no idea that these things were going to happen in the Manga when I created these chapters!! I wrote all of these things way before there were even raws out! (I've got someone to proove this btw lol xD) I'm starting to feel freaked out about this ... alright ... enough rambling. Hope you enjoyed the chapter! ^^

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