#and doing this would both help me with time management and quite possibly overwhelm me

[aria0fgold]

It might be the lack of sleep, or the boredom, but I'm going to do a very pro gamer move and make my October, November, and December schedules fully packed by adding challenges. By that I mean I wanna do whumptober for October, Nanowrimo for November, and miscellaneous stuff for December.

I need a calendar for that. Like, I wanna do whumptober for my OCs (I'm sorry dears for the pain but I wanna practice) to get my brain juices running in preparation for Nanowrimo in November, but like not officially Nanowrimo, basically I wanna spend the November writing for my OMORI fics, just completely unedited stuff to get me started on em again. And theeeenn edit em to be uploaded during December.

[mayakern]

hello!! im sorry if this is too much trouble, i know hiring models costs money and im not sure if the cost depends on the amount of photos so i understand if it isnt possible right now, and im sorry for the long ask too haha, but:

im a rollator user (four wheeled walker with a seat) and i often sit on the seat to rest when im out and about. i would love one of your midi skirts in the future when i can afford one, but im not sure how the length and how the various patterns would look while sitting down...

about half of my time spent in public (where i would wear a skirt) is spent sitting to rest, so its really important to me to like how i look sitting too!

so that being said, i was wondering if it would be possible for you to have photos available of models (or yourselves!) sitting down, preferably from a front and side view, just on any average chair, while wearing your skirts?

i imagine it would also be helpful for wheelchair users, for anyone who sits a lot at work, and just in general!

again, i dont know if you pay your models per photo, so i totally understand if this isnt an affordable expense right now! and i dont expect you to go back through on every skirt and add new pics, haha. i just thought i would ask, never hurts to wonder :}

(ps i LOVE your work (the way you draw people, especially peoples hair, and your rendering on your illustrations inspires me to work on my own art SO much), and i hope you and your whole team have a lovely day!)

hi, thank you for the kind words! we've previously done quite a few sitting photos in our skirts, so i'll show some of those below for the meantime. a lot of our designs have similar compositions so hopefully this should help you visualize what various designs might look like sitting!

i'll keep in mind to try to get more sitting photos again in the future, but right now things are super hectic and overwhelming and i may forget, so please don't hate me too much if that happens. 😅

recently devin and i moved across the country and between that, money being tight, and our social media manager quitting, we've been short on both funds and spoons. we're back to shooting photos of us on our phones in our own house and i'm back to working two jobs (doing the art and the social media)

[afroslacks]

Hello! Can I request a drabble or whatever you'll like. How about possibly the reader had feelings for Micheal to everyone it was so obvious but he kinda brushed it off because he got with lorvey. Now they have to work together for sinner.. and he realize how much he was in love with her. is it too late????

Listen to Brent Faiyaz - Wherever I go ( Or not)

Your current project is Sinners. You’ve always admired Ryan Coogler’s work, so when he called offering you a part, you immediately said yes. Your management rearranged everything to fit the project into your already hectic schedule—and now, you’re in Louisiana.

As you arrive at the cast meet-and-greet, you look around and take in the faces you’ll be seeing for the next nine months. You sip from a water bottle while sitting in your seat when Wunmi walks up to you.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” she asks, settling into the vacant seat next to you.

That’s such an odd question, considering you’ve been smiling and enjoying yourself. Your brow lifts. “Great. Why do you ask?”

Wunmi fidgets with her fingers and glances around, almost like she’s searching for someone. “No reason,” she squeaks—obviously hiding something.

You cap your water bottle and place it on the table. “Wunmi…” you begin, preparing to pry the truth out of her.

“Alright, fine. Ryan didn’t tell you this, but Michael B. Jordan is going to be our leading guy—he’s playing both twins,” she blurts, exhaling with relief.

Your heart stutters, skipping a couple of beats at her confession. “Oh.”

Wunmi’s brown eyes study you. “It was supposed to be a secret, but I couldn’t help it,” she explains, gauging your reaction.

Not many people know the history between you and Michael. Sure, there were a few sightings of you two on dates, but no one knew the full story. You always had that will-they-won’t-they energy. It wasn’t quite Ross and Rachel from Friends, but it was close. You started as friends, and over the years, feelings grew—but the timing was never right. You were too busy, he wanted to have fun (and you didn’t fault him, because you wanted the same), long-distance became too much, or you both were still growing.

Eventually, you had the conversation: you’d hold off on a relationship, and if it was meant to be, it would happen. But it was hard to hold off when people could feel the tension and yearning radiating between you two. Whether in close-up or in passing, people always thought you’d make a beautiful couple.

“I’m good. Thank you for letting me know, Wunmi. I know damn well Ryan wasn’t,” you joke, glancing around in anticipation of seeing him again after so long.

Moments later, Michael walks through the door—gold chain, waves on swim, and a signature smile.

“Hello, everybody,” he says as the room erupts in applause and excited chatter.

You're focused on calming your pounding heart at the sight of him. He looked good in his twenties, sure—but now, in his thirties, there’s an overwhelming pull you try to suppress. As he walks further into the room, his eyes find yours immediately. He doesn’t even try to interact with anyone else.

Wunmi glances between the two of you. You curl your lip in a smirk, trying to appear calm, cool, and collected.

“Hey, how you doing?” he asks, nodding at you.

“I’m good. Nice to see you, Bakari.”

His cheeks flush slightly—only a few people call him by his middle name, mostly family. So when you say it, it flusters him just a little. Michael has always thought the two of you should’ve gotten together years ago, but you weren’t ready. You had your reasons. So he stepped back, tried something new. Lori Harvey wasn’t a bad choice, but it wasn’t the same. With you, it was different—his mind always circled back. He hated how public things got with Lori, and the way the media treated him after the breakup felt... off.

But even through it all, no matter where he was, he kept up with you—quietly.

“Well, looks like you’ll be stuck with me for nine months,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to bring back the playful tone of your old dynamic.

“Boy, I ain’t worried about you,” you scoff, waving him off.

Wunmi sits quietly, observing the spark crackling between you two.

“Alright, lil’ mama. We’ll see. I mean—we’re going to be playing love interests,” he says, secretly giddy about the chance to explore something more now that you're both single and available.

“I can be very professional, Michael.”

His eyes darken, softening with familiar longing. “What if I don’t want you to be?”

Your body temperature spikes—right in front of Wunmi, no less.

“Sorry to break this up,” Wunmi cuts in, grabbing your arm and pulling you away. “You two could’ve at least waited until we started filming,” she scolds playfully.

a/n : WHY ARE THE SINNERS FICS SLOWING DOWN :(

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok & Seven co-parenting the borg children should've been real and canon like it is in my heart. It makes sense that Seven suggests Neelix as a good possible caregiver but with how ready Tuvok was to take responsibility for Tressa in 'Innocence' it seems to me like such a wasted opportunity that he doesn't really seem involved at all with the Borg children. With my ha-ha glasses on, there's comedic potential in their dynamic and I think certain people on the ship would hint that it might be the catalyst for a romance but there is 0 romance between them. They're both such proud, I'm-better-than-you type people and I know they'd have strong opinions on how to raise the Borg children that sometimes conflict. 'My Ex-Borg Drone is an Honor Student' type PTA parents. The potential for Tuvok being the (comparatively) more easygoing one is also quite funny. Also, with my sincerity goggles on, I can easily imagine Seven becoming overwhelmed with the sudden responsibility of caring for four children. I understand that everyone on Voyager sort of cares for all the children but Seven is placed as their primary guardian/mother-figure which is a lot to put on someone who's only been fully sentient for a few years herself. Just learned how to eat solid foods semi-recently and now she's a single mom? I think there could be an episode where Seven is clearly struggling with managing four children, her own work duties, her desire to be alone/pursue her own interests, and everyone's expectations for her (womanhood, humanity etc). No one's behind malicious but it's a lot of critiques coming from all sides. Then one evening she's working in astrometrics before someone...B'Elanna? Comes in for some work thing and is like "So, how did the bedtime story go?" because the kids were excited for Seven to read them to sleep and Seven's like I Have To Go Right Now so she rushes to the cargo bay expecting to see a lot of disappointed faces but instead Tuvok's in there, reading aloud. Tuvok gestures for her to stay quiet and finishes the last line. Mezoti, the last clinger-on, finally lets herself regenerate. Seven and Tuvok talk in his quarters about how difficult Seven's been finding the task of essentially raising four kids because I think she'd put a lot pressure on herself because of her personality + Janeway's expectations since she was the one who said Seven should be their guardian. I also think she'd be bewildered by not being able to do this 'task' efficiently. Tuvok talks about how he also found the experience of being a father difficult and bewildering, and he only had one child at the start. He encourages Seven to rely even more on others, that it won't make anyone think less of her for "not being able to handle it" and gives examples from his own life. He makes a point to tell her about how Janeway also helped from time to time - covering his shift or picking up one of his kids etc, to show Seven that he doesn't believe Janeway wants her to try to do everything alone. Seven thinks about this for the night. The next day, in the mess hall, she suggests in front of everyone "We should raise the children together. As a unit." Tuvok's confused. Seven says she noticed a lot of responsibility was shared between Tuvok and his wife. A parental unit. It also leaves the children with another primary caregiver in case one of them dies. ("Dies?" Mezoti asks so Tuvok pulls Seven away). Tuvok tries to explain that he meant more 'it takes a village' (in his Vulcan way) but Seven is like "You like the children. You've raised children. You are reliable. You are more knowledgeable in certain aspects of this general process while I possess superior knowledge of their unique ex-Borg needs. You told me to rely on others. The children can't stop talking about story time. Are you in?" and Tuvok, somewhat dazed, agrees. Seven says Good. Then she leaves. Tom claps Tuvok on the shoulder. "Congratulations, Dad!"

[littlefireball]

ᴊᴏɴɢꜱᴀɴɢ|ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ (ᴍ)

ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ: ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ (ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ)

ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ: ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ (ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ) , ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ)

ʟᴏɴɢ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ʙxʙ|ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴊᴏɴɢꜱᴀɴɢ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴘʀᴇɢ|ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ|ᴏʀᴀʟ ꜱᴇx (ʏᴇᴏ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ)|ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ|ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ| ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ| ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.7ᴋ

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YS|We are horny

Jongsang|Let me fuck you both hard

"Time to sleep, kids~"

"But Y/N, I want to play a little bit longer~"

"Nope, it's already ten. If you don't go to bed, your papa is gonna kill me."

Seonghwa and Hongjoong, together with Woosan, flew to Paris to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Meanwhile, you have been entrusted by Seonghwa to take care of their twins, Rocky and Aurora.

As their good friend, you have been helping to take care of Rocky and Aurora since they were born, especially since Hongjoong lacks any talent when it comes to parenting.

"Okay." Rocky pouted and reluctantly climbed back into bed, while Aurora fell asleep early.

"Y/N, when do papa and daddy come back?"

"After one week? Do you miss them?"

"Yah, also uncle Woo and uncle San."

"They will come back soon." You gently stroked his head and reassured him.

"How about uncle Yunho and uncle Mingi?"

"They are honeymooning in Australia~ You've asked that many times already~" Rocky always asked about the whereabouts of the other uncles every night because he enjoyed spending time with them and was very clingy.

"Oh, then where are uncle Jongho and uncle Yeosang? You said they will come back tonight." Speaking of which, Jongho and Yeosang would return tonight.

"Yah, they should be back tonight. You will see them when you wake up tomorrow~"

"Really? Then I need to sleep quickly! I'll play soccer with them tomorrow!" You nodded indulgently, finally managing to put him to sleep.

"Hu~" Carefully closing the door, you turned around to prepare for a shower. You slowly and deliberately soaked your body in the hot water, feeling the fatigue accumulated within you gradually easing. The thought of Jongho and Yeosang returning happily from their trip sparked a tinge of envy within you.

You have a crush on Jongho for quite some time, but have never expressed your feelings. He already has Yeosang, an omega, and if you were to confess, it could possibly ruin your friendship and their relationship, which is not what you want. Your feelings for Jongho can only be kept in your heart, existing as a fantasy in your mind.

"Oh, yes! I need to take the suppressants! The effects are wearing off!" Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly remembered that you haven't taken the suppressants yet today. You quickly got out of the bathtub.

You have been taking suppressants to suppress your own pheromones and pretend to be a Beta. This allows you to find work more easily and makes it more comfortable to interact with ATEEZ - after all, it is extremely dangerous for an unmarked omega to live under the same roof as four alphas.

As you opened the door, a strange sound suddenly reached your ears. At first, the sound was weak and indistinct, but as you got closer to your room, it became clearer - it was the sound of skin colliding and the gasping of two men.

"Ah~ Jongho~" Suddenly, Yeosang's moaning sound rang in your ears, freezing you in place. You felt a rush of heat surging from the soles of your feet to your whole body, your heart beating faster, and your body trembling uncontrollably. The scent of Jongho, which was uniquely his, filled the air, stirring up the suppressed desires within you.

You clenched your fists, trying to stay calm, but the sound of them making out overwhelmed you. "When did they come back…" It seemed like they came back while you were soaking in the bathtub.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good!" Jongho's cries pushed you closer to the edge, the heat in your body jumping like sparks, ready to burst out any second. Your knees weakened, realizing that the effects of the suppressants were wearing off, and if you didn't take them soon, you would definitely be driven into heat.

"No! No! This can't happen!" You covered your ears with your hands, trying to block out the embarrassing moaning sounds. With a quick step, you tried to run back to your room to take your suppressants and put on earphones to sleep.

However, a childish voice suddenly stopped you. "Y/N?" Rocky, holding DDEONGbyeol and rubbing his eyes, walked up to you.

"What's wrong?" You suppressed your anxious heart and asked gently.

"Ummm… I hear some weird sound and I can't sleep."

"Oh fuck~your pussy is mine." Jongho's sudden moaning made you blush like an apple, and your cunt became wetter.

"Ah~I'm cumming~" You quickly covered Rocky's ears to prevent him from hearing further. If Seonghwa found out, you would be in big trouble.

"Um? Is that uncle Jongho? What is he doing? Did they come back? What is pussy?"

"Huh… Yes! They are playing video games! Yah… video games! LOL, you know." You nervously said, unable to articulate properly, and your flustered expression made Rocky even more puzzled.

"Just go to bed, Rocky."

"But can I play with them? I want to play video games too."

"NO! Ah, I mean they are busy, and it's late." You forgot that both of you were standing right outside Jongho's room, and your shout made everything clear, causing the gasping sounds to immediately stop.

"See? They are sleepy, so they're not playing games now. Let's sleep and play with them tomorrow! Sounds good?" Rocky reluctantly pouted and returned to his room.

Just as you let out a sigh of relief, you realized that your whole body was already burning, as if it was surrounded by an invisible flame, with tiny beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

"Oh no… I need to take the suppressants quickly…" Your legs gave way, and you sat on the floor, feeling the hot flush from your lower body, knowing that the suppressants were becoming invalid and the heat was about to take over.

Jongho's pheromones enveloped you like an invisible heatwave, the intense sensation making you dizzy, and the extreme discomfort in your body was suffocating. "Fuck…" Just then, the door behind you slowly opened, removing the barrier, and Jongho's scent became even stronger.

"Here is an omega… with a peachy scent… Sweet like you, Yeosang." Jongho's figure cast a shadow on you, blocking the moonlight from outside the window. His warm breath fell on your neck, and his slightly cool fingers caressed your back, followed by a soft and intense touch. Jongho planted a kiss on the back of your neck, greedily inhaling your enticing fragrance.

"No, please, Jongho."

"What? You don't want it?" He paid no attention to your words and placed his hands on your arms, causing waves of tingling sensations to wash over you.

"You've been hiding the fact that you're an omega from us for so long."

"I… I… didn't mean to."

"And no alpha marks you." He licked your earlobe, softly whispering in your ear. The mere sound of his voice sent shivers throughout your body, like electricity coursing through your veins.

"Yeosang, do you want a partner?" Partner? What does he mean? Your mind couldn't function properly, as the stimuli from behind prevented you from thinking.

"Yah, you've known all along that I wanted to try." Yeosang leaned against the doorframe, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Then let's teach her."

"On all fours, Y/N," Jongho commanded, and you obediently knelt on the bed. As he slid your lower clothes down, a coolness washed over you, but instead of cooling your body temperature, it only intensified the heat inside you.

"So pretty, aren't you?" Jongho remarked, his hand coming down on your backside, eliciting a shy moan from you. His wet and heated chest pressed against your back as he buried his face in the nape of your neck, inhaling your peachy scent and placing passionate kisses on your skin. His kisses trailed down to your rounded buttocks, soft caresses alternating with gentle presses.

"Open your mouth wide, Y/N. Take Yeosang's cock," Jongho instructed. Yeosang kneeled in front of you, and you lifted your head slightly, obeying Jongho's command. You took Yeosang's cock into your mouth, and the sensations overwhelmed you.

"Fuck, it feels so good! So warm!" Yeosang couldn't help but moan as your warm mouth brought him endless pleasure. The touch of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. Meanwhile, Jongho aimed his erect cock at your wet hole and thrust into you in one powerful motion.

"Hmmm!!!" His size was overwhelming, testing your limits. The sensation of being penetrated was both foreign and incredibly satisfying. Your body instinctively responded, producing more fluids, as you continued to suck on Jongho's cock, trying to fully accept and enjoy the feeling.

"You're sucking me in so well, you slut," Jongho uttered dirty words that further aroused you. Finally, your longtime fantasy was coming true. Your heart raced, the pounding sound loud in your ears. You had never experienced sex before, all of this was new and exciting, and your body craved more - you wanted them to fuck you hard, to penetrate you deeply.

"Fuck her with me, Yeosang," Jongho commanded. Yeosang followed Jongho's movements, thrusting forward at the same time. The rhythm of their moves made you squeal, combining discomfort and pleasure. It was a sensation you had never felt before.

"Oh fuck, your pussy is fucking good, so fucking tight!"

Jongho's thrusts were consistent and deep, filling the emptiness inside you. The friction was intense, making your entire body tremble. And each time he thrust, his balls would slap against your ass, adding an extra touch that pushed you further. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the rapid beating of your heart created a hot tension within you.

"Ha-Ha-oh my god!!"

On the other hand, your tongue continued to pleasure Yeosang's cock, the tip occasionally touching the back of your throat, while your soft lips stroked him, earning moans and groans from him. His moans combined with the lingering scent of both of you, fueling your desires even further.

You tried to suppress the churning in your stomach as you did your best to take in Yeosang's member. "Ah~fuck~" Jongho's pace quickened, the sound of the bed frame creaking and your moans became an erotic symphony.

Yeosang's movements were not as intense as Jongho's, but they were deliberate and unhurried. He grasped your hair, making you bounce back and forth, lifting your head and grunting while Jongho continued to ravish you. It was all too thrilling, teasing your sensitive nerves, pushing you to your limits, and making you even wetter.

"Hmm…"Your cries were muffled, replaced by meaningless syllables. Each vocalization caused vibrations that drove Yeosang closer to losing control. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm approached.

"I'm cumming!" he exclaimed. Jongho, not wanting to waste any of it, instructed, "Cum in her mouth." Yeosang couldn't hold back any longer and after a few more thrusts, he released himself into your mouth. The taste, slightly fishy, made you uneasy.

"Swallow it," you had no option but to comply. Bound by your omega status, you were compelled to obey the alpha's commands. With a heavy heart, you gulped down the liquid, the sensation of it trickling down your throat sending shivers down your spine. As you released your mouth, a wave of overwhelming emotions washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath.

"Ummm…please, I can't take it anymore," you pleaded, but Jongho challenged you.

"Are you sure? It's just foreplay. Can't you handle it? I know you want more." Jongho had no intention of stopping, fueled by the sight of his lover's orgasm.

"You know what? I can't get enough of you. So sweet, so intoxicated af. How dare you, an omega, hide this from us?"

"No…No…I didn't mean to… Please"

"Please what? You want more? Want me to fuck you harder? Say it." His voice was like a siren made you obey, awaken your sexual desire. The heat of your body didn't allow you to resist.

"Please fuck me…I…I want you" Yes, you desired it for so long.

"I want you deep inside me."

"That's my good girl." Jongho pecked your nape and had a smile on his lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you as if it's the last day of the Earth."

The mingling of your peach and Yeosang's vanilla fragrance in the air heightened his primal urges. He thrusted really hard. With each deep and powerful thrust, it felt as though he was completely consuming you.

"Ahhh!!Ahh!! Jjong!!!"

The intense friction was almost too much to bear, and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin became a symphony to your senses.

"Taste yourself, Yeosang," Jongho suddenly lifted you up and settled you in his lap, your legs bent and crossed. His hands crept up to your neck, preventing you from lowering your head, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Jongho's mouth trailed up, seeking out your sensitive earlobe. His lips softly sucked on it, his breath calming your nerves. Pressed against you, his body revealed the strength of his muscles and powerful physique.

Yeosang cupped your face, his fingers caressing your cheeks. You parted your lips, welcoming his tongue into your mouth, relishing the sweetness of his kiss. Mimicking Jongho's teasing kisses, he nibbled and explored your mouth gently.

Beneath you, the movements were anything but gentle. The sounds of kissing mingled with your sweet scent and the warmth of your bodies drove Jongho to a frenzy. His thrusts grew more forceful, aiming to penetrate as deeply as possible.

There was no pause, only rapid movements that repeatedly reached the depths of your being. Your muffled screams turned into stifled sounds and choked sobs. Your lips trembled as the rhythm of your breath was disrupted by overwhelming desire.

"Let her go, I want to hear her," Yeosang reluctantly released your lips. A thin strand of saliva connected you both, trickling down to your chin. Yeosang licked his lips in satisfaction, relishing the sight of his lover ravishing you. The earlier excitement had left him drained of energy.

"Ah fuck!!!" Finally, your screams broke free, and you swore, oblivious to any other presence in the house. Jongho pushed you down onto the bed, his body pressing against yours as before. Your hands were held above your head, fingers intertwined with his, leaving deep crescent imprints on your palms. You buried your face in the sheets, attempting to stifle your cries.

Jongho buried his face in your neck, kissing and licking with unrestrained passion, teasing and eagerly inhaling your scent. His movements grew more intense, the speed reaching an indescribable level. "Oh, Jong-Jong!!!" you sobbed, the overwhelming sensation almost unbearable.

Suddenly, a sharp, intense pain shot through your skin, like a thousand needles. Jongho entered your most intimate space without warning, his size even larger than before.

He knot you.

You cried out in agony, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Please, no more!" you pleaded, feeling like you were at your breaking point.

"You can take it, hold on."

"Please…"

He thrust vigorously, each motion causing you to squirm, his actions becoming erratic. You could do nothing but cry, the pain from the lower core was hard to bear.

"Fuck! All the heat surged through his body as Jongho could feel himself approaching climax. He softly nibbled your nape, releasing his pheromones, and cumming, leaving a lasting mark.

Both of you caught your breath, slowly coming down from the intensity of your shared experience. The sheets bore witness to the emotions that had spilled over, with tears staining the fabric and your cheeks flushed in vulnerability.

"Let's clean up, shall we?" Jongho's touch was tender as he stroked your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded in agreement, feeling a deep connection to his kindness.

With a reassuring hand on your back, he guided you and Yeosang to the bathroom for a soothing shower. As the warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the remnants of passion, you felt a sense of peace enveloping you.

Before you knew it, exhaustion crept in, and you drifted off to sleep nestled between the two of them, finding solace in their presence.

"Papa!! Daddy!!" Rocky and Aurora rushed towards Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who had just returned from their trip, cutely whining, while the others followed behind.

"I miss you so much!!" Seonghwa kissed Aurora's face, looking doting.

"Have you been naughty and caused trouble for Aunt Y/N?"

"No way!"

"We play games with Uncle Jongho every day, and we also play soccer."

"But Uncle Yeosang and Y/N often wake up late and don't play with us," Aurora complained softly.

"They wake up late?"

"It seems like they stay up all night playing LOL and don't let us play," Rocky added, confusing everyone. It was only then that you walked out of the room.

"Yah… we… we play LOL every night…" because you didn't use suppressants anymore, all the alphas present smelled your pheromones mixed with Jongho's scent.

"You… you?! What… you…?"

"Yah, she and Yeosang are mine. She is an omega," Jongho calmly stated the truth, leaving everyone shocked.

"I didn't mean to…"

"Wait! You said you play LOL every night?! What does it mean? You guys better explain to me! What did you let my two babies hear?!!!" Seonghwa angrily shouted and cut you off. He didn't care whether you are omega or beta but only cared for his two children.

"And Papa, what is pussy? Uncle Jongho always says he likes it."

The three of you were frozen in place, with no room for quibbles.

"Y/N, Jongho, and of course you, Yeosang, don't dare to run away. Explain what you guys did to my children!!" Hongjoong said strictly. Oh shit.. looks like you're in big trouble.

[xomakara]

Love Me Now

SUMMARY | Jeno just wants to love you. PAIRING | Jeno/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), fingering, vaginal sex, shower sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 4763 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Finally a solo one for Jeno. I’m literally running out of plots haha

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"Please..." You were backed against the wall, your hands in front of you to stop his advances.

"I can't take it anymore." He leaned into you again, pinning one of your wrists up against the wall with one hand. His other hand moved to your face and he softly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you really want me to stop, Y/N?"

Your heart raced and there was a thin film of sweat covering your body as he kissed you. You couldn't remember ever wanting anyone this badly before.

"Jeno..." You whispered his name, reaching up to push his chest but he stopped you by running his finger from your temple to your jawline.

"Just what have you done to me, Princess?" Jeno whispered, leaning forward and biting your lower lip gently before nipping at it.

You wanted him so badly that you ached, feeling lightheaded and breathless as he continued his onslaught on your mouth. All you could think about was the feel of his tongue in your mouth, his strong hands on your waist.

He pulled away slowly, looking at you with a lustful glint in his eyes. "Y/N..." He breathed. "Will you give me permission to touch you?"

"Jeno...I-" Your mind couldn't even process what he had asked you.

His eyes dropped to your lips. "Yes?"

You bit your lip. He lowered his head and your eyes closed voluntarily when he pressed a soft kiss against your lips. It wasn't quite enough, not nearly enough to satisfy you. The words hung heavy in the air between you both as you stood staring at each other. He ran his hand down your back, his fingers trailing lightly along your spine until he reached the small of your back.

"Jeno..." You murmured, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. "What if the others saw us? What would they think?"

He laughed under his breath. "What would it matter if you and I got caught?"

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out.

"Y/N..." He whispered, bringing his lips close to yours again. "Tell me yes or no."

You blinked once, twice and then again. There was nothing left in your brain except an overwhelming need to feel his lips on yours again. You didn't hesitate; you only knew you wanted to kiss him back. Your hand slipped behind his neck and brought him closer to you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips met yours, stealing your breath and robbing you of all reason.

It was just him, you and that moment in time. That one precious second where everything seemed right. When it felt like the whole world was spinning at a hundred miles per hour, you found your footing and everything made sense again. Everything fell into place, in the most perfect way possible.

"No...no more playing games." He said softly. He lifted your chin so you looked directly at him. "I don't care who catches us."

You nodded, not saying anything. He trailed a gentle line down your cheek with his thumb and then slid his hand to cup your face. His eyes locked with yours. "Is that a 'yes'?"

You smiled and shook your head. "Not yet."

He chuckled, making you smile wider as he brought his lips to your forehead. "Alright then..."

You pushed against his chest and tried to break free but his grip tightened. You gave him an exasperated look. "Jeno, we're attracting a crowd here."

He laughed, looking over his shoulder to see his members looking at the both of you. He looked back at you. "It's not like the guys haven't seen us before."

"That's the guys. What about your manager and the stylists?" You huffed. "I was embarrassed the last time your manager caught us kissing. I'll be damned if she sees me getting fucked by you."

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours as he let you go. "I know...but I can't help myself."

You leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Can you try to wait until after your performance?"

He turned away quickly. "I'll try."

You rolled your eyes. "That means you won't try at all."

He grinned. "I'm gonna make sure you enjoy yourself so much that you forget all about how awkward it was walking in here together."

"Oh god..." You shuddered at the thought. "I'd rather not do that."

"Aw, Y/N." He whined, looking away. "If you'd rather wait, we can always go somewhere else. Home, perhaps?"

You slapped his arm. "You can wait, Lee Jeno. A few hours of no sex, won't kill you. Besides, you'll get some attention from the fans tonight."

He snorted. "But they're not you...it won't be the same."

"Stop whining, baby. We've waited this long, what's another couple hours?"

"Ugh...fine." He sighed dramatically. "I'll wait."

"Good." You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. "Now, I need you to stop being so damn irresistible. You're making it difficult for me to say no."

You waved at the rest of the NCT Dream members and the staff as you and Jeno headed out the doors to your car. You were tired and worn out from the events of the day. All you wanted to do now was go home and crawl into bed. The past couple days had been exhausting, both mentally and physically. If it weren't for Jeno constantly distracting you, you probably would have collapsed in a heap somewhere.

You and Jeno rode in silence, but you couldn't help but notice his hand was inching closer to your knee every few seconds. Every time you moved it away from you, he only pulled it back to try again. If only you weren't the one driving, you wouldn't have minded his touching you in any way, shape or form. You noticed he finally stopped moving his hand after a while. Thank god because the nerves running through your body were getting too intense. It was hard to concentrate on the road when he kept moving his hand closer to you.

"When we get home, I'm locking you in the bedroom and you're never leaving it." You muttered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Sounds good to me." He smirked, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms across his chest.

You sighed. "You're incorrigible, Lee Jeno."

"Whose fault is that?" He pouted.

You glared at him. "Don't start that shit."

He chuckled. "Did I start something?"

"Yup." You grinned evilly. "Incorrigible, indeed."

He licked his lips. "Am I wrong?"

You glared at him again. "I hate you."

"So sexy." He purred, closing his eyes as he leaned in closer to you. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to control myself when you're sitting there looking all sexy and stuff?"

You blushed as he rubbed your thigh gently.

"Fuck, you're killing me here." He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Y/N..."

"Can you not pop a boner until we get home? Please?"

"I promise." He grinned devilishly, licking his lips. "As soon as we get inside though, you better not try to resist."

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you such a freak?"

"Don't hate the player, babe." He shrugged. "Just love the game."

"I can't believe you're taking that quote literally." You mumbled, shaking your head.

He snickered, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. "I'd love to hear you complain when you're enjoying it too much."

"Ew." You grimaced. "Now stop it so I can get us home, you little perv."

He groaned, releasing your leg from his grasp and shifting in his seat. "Fine...I'll behave."

"Good." You sighed.

After you parked the car, you grabbed your bag from the trunk. Jeno followed closely behind you, giving you curious looks every few steps. As you walked into your apartment, Jeno closed the door behind him.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Jeno called out as he watched you walk away from him.

"Shower first, you perv." You giggled, heading towards your bedroom. "Then we'll see."

You stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower as you stripped off your clothes. After stepping into the steaming water, you relaxed and closed your eyes. You couldn't remember the last time you took a nice hot shower, usually showers for you consisted of quick rinses or soaking under the tap for several minutes. Not today though. Today you were indulging in a nice long shower, letting the hot water wash over your body and clear your mind.

Your eyes still closed, you felt a pair of strong hands pulling you back into the hot spray of water. They cupped your breasts and squeezed gently, massaging your nipples between their fingers. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed your body harder against them.

"Mmm...feels good doesn't it?" You heard a voice murmur against your ear.

"Hm..." You moaned, pressing your hips back against him.

"I told you I'd behave until we get home." Jeno said, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

"I know." You replied, opening your eyes. "But you're still annoying."

"It's in my nature to annoy you." He responded.

"And it's in your nature to be obnoxious." You retorted.

He hummed against your skin, nuzzling his nose against your collarbone. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

You froze for a brief second before nodding. "More than once."

He laughed against your skin, sending goosebumps over your body. "Do you love me too?"

"When do I not love you, you big goofball?" You laughed, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"All the time." He kissed you deeply, sealing his lips to yours.

You sighed, pushing against him as you broke apart from his kiss. "Since we're both in the shower, naked and wet...why don't we take advantage of the situation?"

His eyes lit up and he kissed you deeply once again. "Only if you want to."

"Hmm..." You kissed him back, tasting the tangy taste of his mouth. "I think I do."

He released you from his kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to keep rubbing my breasts." You whispered, tugging on his hair gently. "But I also want you to..."

"Yes?" He breathed against your lips.

"I want you to fuck me." You whispered.

"I've been wanting to fuck you since before my performance." He whispered back, kissing your neck once again.

"Good, because I've been dying to feel you inside of me." You sighed, biting your lip as he continued to massage your breast. "Make me feel that amazing cock of yours inside of me."

"Yes, ma'am." He whispered. "Give me permission and I'll fuck you right now."

"Please?" You asked, running your fingers through his wet hair. "I need you so bad, Lee Jeno."

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. "God, you drive me crazy." He murmured against your skin. "How am I supposed to handle myself when you act like this?"

You smiled wickedly, tugging on his hair again. "Because you're strong enough to handle me."

"Why didn't you answer my phone calls last night?" Haechan questioned you the next morning as you both sat at the company's cafe waiting for your drinks.

"You called me last night?" You asked him, taking out your phone from your purse. "Oh shit, you did."

"Did you go cock-crazy because of Jeno, last night? Because that's the only thing that makes sense." Haechan teasingly asked you.

You rolled your eyes. "Why are you guys always so invested in our sex lives?"

"We're all living vicariously through Jeno since he's the only one getting pussy every night." Jaemin answered as he pulled a seat next to Haechan. "Now spill the beans. What happened last night?"

You covered your ears. "I can't hear you! This conversation is for my ears only!"

They both bursted into laughter as you continued covering your ears. Finally, you gave up and looked at each of them individually. "Shower sex...it was fucking fantastic."

"Of course it was fantastic." Jeno pulled out the seat next to you, leaning in and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Are we talking about Jeno and Y/N's sexcapades again?" Renjun huffed, placing his order at the counter. "Damn boy, she got you wrapped around her fingers."

"Come on, Renjun. Just because I bang my girlfriend every night, it doesn't mean you can't get some too." Jeno argued. "Besides, I'm a generous lover."

"How generous?" Haechan tilted his head curiously.

"Well..." Jeno leaned in and winked at you. "A little from column A, a little from column B."

The other boys started laughing loudly, making you cover your ears again.

"I hate you all." You groaned.

"No, you love us." Jaemin laughed. "Look, we just want you to be happy. We love seeing you and Jeno together, it's nice seeing the two of you actually dating instead of hooking up."

You exhaled slowly, lowering your hands from your ears. "Okay, that was unexpected. Who are you and what have you done to Jaemin?"

Jaemin raised an eyebrow at you. "Would you rather me say I turned into Batman overnight?"

"Maybe." You laughed. "Though if I saw you walking down the street dressed like him, I might punch you."

"Ouch, but true." He shook his head, smiling. "Anyway, back to my point. I just want you to be happy. So if being with Jeno makes you happy, then so be it."

You nodded slowly, grabbing your drink from the counter. "Thank you, Jaemin."

"Of course." He nodded. "Anytime."

Jeno grabbed your hand as you stood up to leave, intertwining your fingers with his. You smiled and pulled him along after you as you left the cafe. The air outside was cool and refreshing compared to the humid air within the building. It felt wonderful to let your skin breathe again, feeling completely free and not restrained by anything.

"You know, you could just stay inside with me." Jeno suggested, pulling you towards the car.

"And do what, my big hunk of man meat?" You teased him, wrapping your arm around his waist.

"You know exactly what I would do to you." He smirked, winking.

You blushed as he unlocked the car and opened the passenger side door for you. "See, this is why I have to keep you away from my pussy."

He laughed as he shut the door, following you into the vehicle. "If you really wanted to, you could convince me to keep you away from my dick. All you have to do is ask nicely."

"Uh huh, and what would I have to do to you, to make you agree to my request?" You smiled innocently.

"You have to tell me you love me." He smirked, looking at you over his shoulder.

"I love you, you idiot." You laughed, leaning across the center console to plant a kiss on his cheek.

"Babe, do you even know how adorable you look right now?" He chuckled. "You're seriously just the cutest thing ever."

"What are you doing later?" You turned to face him as he started the car, switching the music from the radio station playing to one playing on his phone.

"Nothing, why?" He glanced at you.

"So, you're free tonight?" You asked, grabbing onto his arm tightly.

"Yeah, why?" He questioned.

"Well, there's something I wanna show you." You grinned.

"Oohh, what is it?" He narrowed his eyes, giving you an inquisitive look.

"I think you're gonna like it." You mumbled, keeping your face close to his.

"Mmmm, what if I don't?" He teased, causing you to laugh softly.

"You're such a baby." You laughed. "Just wait and see, okay?"

"Fine, fine. Whatever you want, baby." He sighed, turning on the road.

Jeno dropped you off at the mall since you told him that you wanted to do some shopping. He promised to pick you up in a few hours, so you wandered from store to store, browsing the different options and thinking about what to buy. At first you weren't sure if you should just give in and buy things but when you wandered into the lingerie store, your decision was made for you.

You didn't know what would stir those loins of your boyfriend since he practically loved seeing you in everything. You couldn't resist the temptation, picking up a cute black lace bra and matching panties. You smiled as you thought about what Jeno would think when he found out.

By the time you had walked to almost every clothing store in the mall, you were exhausted. Your legs were sore from walking so much and you needed to sit down for a while. Looking around the mall for somewhere to sit, you noticed a quiet corner near a small cafe. Grabbing your things, you headed towards it, passing by some pretty girls in short skirts and high heels. They seemed very eager to try on new clothes or shoes.

Finally finding a spot to sit down, you placed your bag and jacket down beside you, leaning back against the chair and closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and instantly smelled your boyfriend's cologne. That made you smile as you relaxed, remembering the past few nights spent with him. Your mind drifted to the thought of what you'd do to him later that evening.

"Ready to go, sweetheart?" Jeno asked, breaking your train of thought.

"Sure, let's go." You yawned, standing up from the chair.

Jeno helped you carry your bags out of the mall, stopping at a restaurant on the way home. After eating dinner, he helped you carry the bags upstairs, putting them down on the floor before sitting on the edge of the bed, holding your hands in his.

"Is everything okay?" You wondered. "You seem kind of stressed out today."

"Just tired, babe." He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "Mark has us practicing this new routine we're working on. It's been a long day."

"Do I have to fight Mark and the rest of the guys for torturing my handsome Jeno?" You giggled, biting your lower lip.

"Only if you really want to." He laughed, shaking his head. "I'd like to see my girlfriend beat up my members."

"That would be fun." You nodded, tracing his nose with your finger.

"Yeah, I'm sure it would." He smirked, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it. "It's good to finally relax though. How was your shopping trip?"

"Fun, exciting." You hummed, leaning forward and kissing his lips.

"Oh really?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands. "Do tell me more about your exciting adventure."

"Maybe later." You playfully swatted his arm. "Why don't you go watch some TV or something while I take a bath?"

"Alright, babe." He kissed your cheek, sliding off the bed and leaving the room.

As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, you went straight for your bags and pulled out the new lingerie set you bought earlier. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you smiled as you thought about how much your boyfriend will enjoy seeing you in it. You carefully put on the bra and panties, standing in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. You threw on one of your large t-shirts and shorts, masking the sexy underwear underneath. Once you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to join Jeno.

You snuggled next to him on the couch, curling your body against his. He shifted so that you were laying down with your head resting on his chest, which made you giggle lightly. You looked over at him and he was already watching some dumb reality show on TV.

"Hey, handsome." You murmured, nuzzling into his shirt.

"Why hello there, beautiful." He said softly, running his fingers through your hair. "Didn't expect you to join me so quickly."

"Can I help it if I love you too much?" You teased him, making him chuckle.

"You're impossible." He said with a sigh. "Why do you always have to make me lose my concentration?"

"Don't worry, handsome. You won't be losing your concentration any time soon." You cooed, nibbling on his ear.

"Who says?" He purred, pressing kisses against your neck.

"This goddess here." You answered, straddling his waist and reaching for his hands to reach under your shirt.

"Oh? What's this?" He questioned, removing your shirt and dropping it to the ground. His fingers traced the hem of your new bra, running his thumb over the lacy cups. Your nipples hardened slightly from the light contact and you shivered slightly, arching your back slightly. He trailed his hands down your sides, dipping them into your shorts. "What else do you have hidden? Or maybe you want me to find it?"

"Mmm, well-" You stuttered, catching your breath as he touched your clit through your panties. "-you may not be able to see it, but I do indeed have something special for you."

"Hmm, and what might that be?" He ran his hands back up your stomach, stopping to pull down your shorts. His breath hitched, noticing the matching bra and panties that you wore. "Is this new? Did you buy these specifically for me?"

"Yes." You moaned, burying your face in his chest. "I hope you like them."

"I love them." He breathed, capturing your mouth with his. "But you look irresistible no matter what you wear. You always do, though."

"Well, thank you." You laughed.

"As much as I love seeing you in your new lingerie," he smirked, moving his hand down between your legs, "I'm more interested in seeing you naked."

"How can I refuse such a request?" You winked, pushing his hand further down until his fingers brushed against your dripping wet pussy.

His fingers slid against your folds, eliciting a loud moan from you. Slowly stroking his fingers over your clit, he kept you in suspense, driving you crazy with lust. Every movement of his fingers sent electric currents through your body, bringing forth pleasure.

You reach behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the fabric fall to the ground. As soon as the straps loosened, your breasts sprung free, jiggling lightly as you squirmed against him.

"Look at you." He groaned, sucking on your left nipple, gently flicking it with his tongue. "Such a fucking goddess. Is this all for me?"

"Only for you, Jeno." You answered, biting your lower lip. "Please use me however you wish."

"God damn, I love you." He growled, rubbing his face along your breasts. "Let me taste you, beautiful."

He wrapped his lips around your nipple and began sucking hungrily. He moved his other hand between your legs, caressing your wet slit. Slowly sliding two fingers inside of you, he rubbed his thumb over your clit, intensifying the pleasure. When he heard your moaning, he bit down on your breast harder, applying more pressure.

You didn't realize how sensitive your nipples were until he began sucking them, pulling and twisting them with each suck. You held his head closer, grinding against his hand as his fingers continued pleasuring you. When you felt your orgasm building, you cried out his name, feeling the waves crashing over you.

"Jesus fuck, baby." He moaned, continuing to stimulate you as you came.

Once you calmed down, you leaned forward, planting soft kisses across his neck.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you.

"I've never been better." You replied, looking into his eyes. "Now please get that big cock of yours ready."

"God, baby, I love how dirty you are." He chuckled, teasingly playing with your hair. "It makes me hard just imagining what I could do to you right now."

"Mmm, I could think of a couple of things myself." You whispered, raising your hips, placing his dick at the entrance of your tight cunt.

He entered you slowly, watching as your inner muscles contracted around him. As soon as he was completely inside of you, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

"Mmmm, sweetheart, you feel so good." He whispered, pulling back slightly to thrust deeper.

Each time he pushed himself into you, you moaned loudly.

"Goddamn, your pussy feels amazing." He groaned, continuing to pump in and out of you. "You feel so tight around me."

He buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply, feeling each stroke of his dick deep within you. In and out he fucked you, bringing you higher and higher with each thrust. Every movement made you feel warm all over. Every inch of you ached for more.

With each pump, you began moaning louder, louder, begging for more. Every single touch of his body made you tremble with excitement. The intense sensations shooting through your body turned you on even more. He could have done anything to you right then and you wouldn't have cared. All you wanted was for him to keep touching you. You could hardly contain your desire to touch him as well.

As you neared another orgasm, you reached up and grabbed his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his skin. This only caused him to thrust faster, making your orgasm hit harder than ever.

You could barely breathe as the waves washed over you. Your whole body shook uncontrollably. Each thrust he made only intensified your pleasure. Eventually, he came inside of you, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot throughout your entire body. You could feel the release inside of you as he held you tight against his chest.

When you finally came down, you panted heavily, your breathing erratic. Finally coming back to earth, you opened your eyes and saw Jeno staring at you. He had a devilish grin on his face and it caused your heart to skip a beat.

"My god, you're incredible." He whispered, still thrusting his dick inside of you.

"You're insatiable." You gasped, closing your eyes and gripping his arms tighter.

"Never enough." He groaned, leaning in and kissing you passionately. "You drive me wild."

Your lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue to enter your mouth. Sensing your hesitance, he slowed down his pace, not wanting to hurt you after having such a powerful orgasm. Once you relaxed, he picked up speed again, pumping in and out of you, savoring every moment.

"Again?" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Let me recover first. Please."

"Nonsense, beautiful." He grinned, bringing his lips back to yours. "There is nothing wrong with going twice in one night."

"Fuck you and your crazy stamina." You sighed, smiling at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips before rolling over onto your back.

You watched as he crawled on top of you, pulling you towards him. Wrapping his arms around you, he stared deeply into your eyes. You brought your hands up to his face, gently running your fingers through his soft hair.

"Jeno..." You whispered, tracing his lips with your fingers. "Thank you."

"For what?" He questioned, kissing your forehead.

"For everything." You answered, holding him close.

"Anything for you, beautiful." He answered, kissing your lips again. "You deserve everything wonderful in life."

"Oh really? What if I want more?" You asked, causing him to laugh.

"Babe, there's nothing that you could possibly ask for that I would deny you." He promised, lowering his lips to yours once more.

"Good, because I have a few ideas." You whispered, running your hands over his back. "I'll let you know when they come to me."

"Sounds like a plan." He answered, lifting off of you. "In the meantime, let's go to bed so I can keep loving you."

You let out a gasp as he lifted you from the couch and made his way to the bedroom. Within minutes, he had you lying in the middle of the bed, while he climbed in beside you.

"Okay, if you're going to take advantage of me while I'm half asleep, I'll wake up and slap your ass." You mumbled, causing him to laugh.

"Haha, sounds like a deal to me." He answered, laying on his side and wrapping an arm around you. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek and eventually your lips.

After some time passed, you fell asleep in his arms.

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2024 ▪ Day 24

▪ Pairing: Lee Felix x Female Reader

▪ Kink: Praise

▪ Genre: Fluff and Smut

▪ Word Count: 2.4k

▪ Warnings: Soft!Dom Felix, Sub!Fem Reader, established relationship, praise, fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

▪ Other Warnings: mentions of and consumption of food

▪ Please let me know if I missed anything

Color(s) Of This Fic: Pale Sepia Yellow and Soft Wheat <3

If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

Enjoy :)

There is something so undeniably empowering about being a hardworking woman in a relationship with an equally as hardworking man.

You and Felix have been together for years, and through those years, you both have witnessed each of the highs and lows that have come with not only your own career paths, but each other's, as well.

Both of your careers are demanding and relentless at times, but you and Felix have figured it out as you've gone and managed to establish a stable balance between your work and home lives when the tides are calm. Sometimes, when things get hectic with either your work projects or Felix's comebacks, the balance falters. For times like those, you both have learned to go with the grain, rather than against it, and now, even in the most hectic moments, there's balance.

You both put your all into what you do, and sometimes, that comes with sacrifices, but those sacrifices feel oddly bearable with such a strong and reliable support system that is based off of unconditional love.

You and Felix always uplift each other and encourage one another through your careers, even if there are little to no similarities between your careers. This has led to watching each other inevitably achieve accomplishment after accomplishment as you both quite literally dominate your respective industries.

For you, there is nothing that compares to watching your longtime boyfriend accept awards with his members on some of the biggest stages in the world. His excitement and happiness in those moments brings you peace and makes your heart sing of happiness of your own. Seeing his group headline some of the biggest events and festivals in the music industry will never feel any less than surreal. Performing in front of thousands of people, doing what they love, all while making history in the industry is something you can honestly say you will never get tired of seeing.

For Felix, watching you work tirelessly on these big work projects for both the improvement and expansion of your company inspires him while his heart swells with pride. He's lost count of how many times he drifted off to sleep without you by his side, sleeping almost peacefully as you work endlessly, all for him to wake up the next morning to find you still working without an ounce of rest.

Unfortunately for your wellbeing and Felix's heart, this has been your reality off and on for the past two months. With your skill set and position within your company, you were tasked with an expansion project a couple months back. If all went well, this project would expand the company's influence and reputation within your industry drastically, opening a gateway of opportunities for both yourself, and your colleagues.

You've been stressed, malnourished, dehydrated, sleep deprived, overwhelmed, and overworked since the second week you spent working on this. Felix has helped out as much as he possibly could whenever he could, doing what he can to make sure you don't work yourself six feet into the ground.

He brought you more water than you could drink, just to make sure you had enough close by to keep you hydrated. He often brought home dinner for you both to share, succeeding in pulling you away from your work long enough to eat together most nights, but sometimes he would just eat quietly beside you and keep you company while you worked. There have been about a week's worth of nights he's pulled you into bed with him as he listened to your protests, only for you to fall asleep the second your head rested against his chest.

Your deadline for this project is in a week, and you let out a deep, relaxed sigh as you finalize the last of your work. Felix is standing right behind you, his hands carefully placed on your shoulders as he gently kneads at the tense muscles. You lean back into his touch, letting your eyes close momentarily as the encumbering weight on your shoulders of all this finally eases.

You reluctantly open your eyes, saving the finished project to your files with a wide smile. Felix mirrors your smile as he watches the save confirmation window appear on your computer screen.

"It's done, it's finally done." You breathe out, feeling internally calm for the first time in almost a full two months.

"You did it, baby!" Felix quietly exclaims, pulling you into him for a hug. "I'm so proud of you, angel, you did so well."

"I still have to present it, Lixie." You giggle in response, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "It's not over yet."

"You'll do amazing with that, too." Felix explains softly, running his hands along your back. "I just know it."

You don't think you've had the chance to thank him for all his efforts to keep you healthy and sane, but you know you'll have more than enough time to make up for worrying him once this is all said and done.

You manage to schedule the presentation the next day, your confidence running high after you review each of the details, and when the presentation goes smoothly, you don't think you can get any happier.

Until you do.

After your presentation, you continue your workday as you normally do, and after a few hours have gone by, you're called back to the conference room you presented in. To say you're anxious is an understatement, but those nerves quickly settle when you walk into the conference room and are met with only your boss waiting for you.

She quickly motions you into the room before she goes over the details of your presentation. She knew she wouldn't regret assigning this task to you, but she was absolutely blown away by what you had produced. Therefore, she knew there was no mistake in promoting you only a few hours after your presentation.

The sheer happiness that courses through you at the news is overwhelming in all the best ways, and the only coherent thought in your mind is telling Felix.

You finish your workday and all but race home, quickly grabbing your things and making a beeline for your front door. You hurriedly walk inside, letting all your things gently clash to the floor before you call Felix.

"Lix?" You call out, only being met with silence before you call out again. "Lix!"

You hear clattering in the distance before Felix races out to you, stopping dead in his tracks before he begins slowly walking towards you.

"How'd it go, what happened?" You can hear the hint of excitement in his voice as he asks, and you get the overwhelming urge to leap into his arms...so, you do.

He immediately knows everything went well. If your body language wasn't a sign clear as day, then your excited giggles surely are.

"I got a promotion!" You tell him, feeling the excitement bubble in your chest all over again now that you've told him.

You watch his eyes widen as his jaw drops before he breaks out into a bright, wide smile. He pulls you back into a hug as he rocks you back and forth.

"Oh my God!" He exclaims, matching your level of excitement like it's second nature. "I'm so proud of you, baby. There's no one more deserving of this, really."

"Thank you, Lixie." You reply, feeling fully at ease as you relax into his hold.

You pull away from him to look into his eyes. As always, they mirror yours, beaming with love and pure happiness as you lean in to press your lips to his. The kiss is slow and soft, a gentle caress as you feel every ounce of stress slowly bleed from your body. You break the kiss to catch your breath, staring into Felix's warm brown eyes as you do so.

He can't help but pull you back into him, reconnecting your lips in a kiss that's just as slow, but not as soft. He's missed you, more than he can put into words, and he finds himself needing as much of you as he can get now that you're temporarily free of responsibility. You melt into each of his gentle touches, craving more of him as his hands find purchase on your waist.

Without breaking the kiss, he slowly walks you both towards your shared room, letting his hands carefully strip you of each article of your clothing. You're quick to do the same, unbothered by the trail of clothes that leads from your front door to the foot of your bed as you sit at the edge of the soft surface, slowly moving further back as you bring Felix with you. He moves seamlessly with you, hovering over your beautifully laid out body as he trails his kisses from your lips to your jaw.

Your hands are quick to tangle in his long blonde locks, keeping him close as he pulls one of your thighs up to his hip. You let out a soft gasp when his lips hit your neck, feeling him smirk against you before his lips trail up to just below your ear.

"M'so proud of you, baby." He lowly whispers to you, enjoying the way you shudder at the sound of his voice. "Worked so, so hard, hm?"

You nod in response, feeling him smile against you as his right hand slowly trails down your body. He lets his fingers dance along your inner thighs, staying away from where you need him most while his other hand kneads at your tits.

"You did, didn't you, angel?" You nod once again, your breathing uneven as his fingers finally press against your clit, rubbing small circles into the bud. "My hardworking baby deserves a reward, don't you think?"

Before you can respond, he stuffs two fingers inside you, tearing a choked moan out of you as your hands fly to grip at his biceps. He slowly pumps his digits in and out of your heat, curling his fingers every time he's knuckles deep inside you.

You let out a breathless moan, your hips rolling forward to get his fingers inside you quicker. He takes the hint, sliding his digits against your walls quicker until he's reached the pace that he knows will have you cumming around his digits in no time.

"Lix-" you choke out, your moans cutting you off as your legs try to close around Felix's hand.

"It's okay, baby, I've got you." He quietly soothes, keeping both your legs pressed against his hips. "Just relax for me, angel."

It takes a few more times of his fingertips pressing against your walls just right for you to cum around his fingers. Your moans broken and high-pitched as your thighs shake against Felix.

"You're so sensitive, angel." Felix breathes out, watching your walls repeatedly clench around his fingers. "It's been too long, hasn't it, baby?"

"Way too long." You answer breathlessly, watching him wrap his hand around the base of his length before he slides his tip through your folds.

He drags the head of his cock against you as slow as he can stand, gathering your arousal before he positions himself at your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, feeling you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer to you as he sinks deeper inside you until he bottoms out.

Neither of you can help the shaky moans that leave your lips, a feeling this good that you've both been deprived of for far too long has both your minds feeling fuzzy. Felix shallowly thrusts into you, desperate for some kind of friction before he pulls almost all the way out of you and thrusts all the way back into you a second later.

His mind goes blank, all coherent thoughts leaving his brain as his body works on autopilot, thrusting into you the way he knows you like at a slow pace. He feels you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his face is buried in your neck. He angles his hips upward, thrusting into you until he finds that spot that has you tightening around him like a vice, and when he does, he makes sure to hit that spot with every thrust.

"Oh my god-" you moan out, clawing at his soft skin as your eyes roll back. "Faster, Lixie, please."

Felix follows your words immediately, dancing to the sound of your beautiful noises as they increase in volume and pitch when his hips speed up. He can feel the gentle throb of your walls around him, and it makes him feel lightheaded as the gentle throb only grows to be less gentle the closer you get to your high.

Neither of you are going to last much longer, especially after going so long without feeling each other, and you both know it. You feel Felix snake his hand between your thighs, rubbing at your bundle of nerves as his thrusts grow sporadic.

"Fuck! Don't stop, Lix, please-" you mewl out, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure as your back arches off the bed.

"Don't plan on it, baby, not until you cum around my cock." He groans out, feeling you clench around him.

"Please, need it so bad," you moan out, your legs tightening around him as you cling to him. "Please, please, please-"

With a few more thrusts, you're cumming around Felix's length, your bare chest pressed firmly against his own as your back arches and your legs shake. Fireworks go off behind your closed eyes as sharp gasps and loud, choked moans spill past your lips endlessly. The sight of you cumming around his length after so long, along with the feeling of your walls hugging his cock as they pulse is enough to send Felix over the edge. His hips pressing flush against yours as he cums deep inside you with shaky moans.

He collapses against you for only a minute before he turns you both onto your sides, pulling you impossibly closer as he holds you while you both slowly come down from your highs and regain control of your breathing.

Felix wants to savor this moment for as long as it'll last, keeping you tucked safely in his embrace where he knows you're happy and taken care of. This has always meant a lot to him, but after watching you put yourself through torture to achieve this incredible milestone for two months, it feels extra important to him.

He wants to start you a warm bath and share a meal with you, without the presence of work, but when he hears your breathing even and calm, your body limp and relaxed as you sleep soundly in his arms, he knows that'll have to wait until another time.

For now, he'll settle for this, and in this moment, it's more than enough.

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Happy Birthday? | Poly!Moonwaterkiller x Fem!Reader

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr x F!Reader WC: 3,163 CW: swearing, teasing type of relationship, mostly fluff, slight angst at the end, slight talks of Regulus’s childhood, no use of Y/N Author's Note: This ship is inspired by @ellecdc please send her love. She's so talented and is just straight up amazing. Also I'm still new to writing so I hope you like it and I'm sorry if it's not good/doesn't make sense.

Summary: It’s regulus birthday so you, Remus and Barty want to make it special but sometimes things don’t go as planned.

I made this ig mood board inspired by the guy idk ive never made one before

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“Bartemius Crouch junior! I swear to all that is holy in this world! If you stick your grubby hands in the frosting one more bloody time!”

“Oh come on Lupin! You can’t blame me, it's just so fucking good!"

Barty yelled, waving his hands around trying to defend himself.

You couldn't help but laugh at hearing two of your boyfriends’ bicker while you put the chicken you just got done seasoning into the oven to cook. 

Admittedly it was quite entertaining and it helped distract you a bit from stressing over the cooking that still needed to be done and the small decorations that needed to be put up for today.

It was Regulus's birthday, so you and Remus had gotten Sirius to take Regulus out for the day so you and your partners could try and surprise him with a birthday dinner for just the four of you. 

You couldn't help but stress seeing as he should be home sooner than later at this point, and you wanted everything to be as perfect as possible since Regulus wasn't completely comfortable with celebrating his birthday still. 

He didn't find the idea of a party and things of that nature to be fun, he found it more stressful and anxiety inducing than anything. (due to his childhood)

So the three of you have always tried to do a little something to make it special for him and to show Regulus that you all love him but never anything too much as to avoid overwhelming or making him uncomfortable. 

“Barty, my love, how about you go and set up the ‘Happy Birthday’ banner?”

“Anything for you angel.”

Barty says with a look that he reserved for only you. 

It was love sick looks. The kind of look that could show the receiver every emotion the other person was feeling. It showed that you were loved by that person with their whole heart. The type of look that had both parties feeling vulnerable in the best way possible.

Even before you all had started dating, when you all were just friends in your earlier years at Hogwarts, he had always looked at you as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. 

He'd look at you as if you were the only good thing left in this world, and to him you were one of the only good things left in this world.

You and two other people that he held closer to his heart than he'd probably be willing to admit most days. 

Though that didn’t mean Barty didn't love Remus and Regulus.

It also didn't mean it was a secret of how much Barty loved Remus and Regulus. In fact he loved them with all his heart. He expressed how much he loved them somewhat often in his own ways.

Especially since he could be known for his flair of the dramatics at times, he had expressed many times that he loved the three of you more than anything. 

Not that anyone could deny, or question it. More like no one would dare to deny or question it. 

Barty has expressed many times how he'd burn down cities, commit unspeakable acts and take on any unforgivable in a heartbeat for Regulus and Remus.

The love Barty held for them two was the kind of love that was teasing and could be chaotic in the best way. 

The type of love that could only be described as a ‘I can pick on them but you can't pick on them because they're mine’ in the most loving way Barty could possibly manage. And may the gods help any poor soul that ever tried to mess with someone who he deemed as his. 

But the love he had for you was a softer kind of love, it was sweet. The kind of love full of things like love sick looks, soft touches, sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

Along with the promises of burning down cities, committing unspeakable acts and taking on unforgivables’, who would expect anything less from Barty?  But I digress.

“Yes please, piss off for fucks sake.”

Remus says in an exasperated tone waving Barty away. Barty then gasps dramatically and clenches his shirt as if he was clutching his ‘pearls’. 

“You don't mean that, Remmy.” Barty all but whined. 

“Plus you couldnt get rid of me even if you wanted to.”

Barty states sending a smirk and wink at Remus, which Remus just responds with by rolling his eyes and hitting Barty with a dish towel playfully to distract Barty from the light blush that's undoubtedly spread across Remus’s face, as to avoid being teased further by him.

“Barty’s right Rem. Even if we wanted to, we're stuck with him, unfortunately.”

You say with a sarcastic little sigh while trying to suppress a smile that threatened to form due to the two men playful arguing. 

Barty then gasps dramatically once more and puts his hand over his heart as if you just stabbed him in the heart as Remus snicker at Bartys reaction and to your comment. 

“Not you as well, angel. You should know that words hurt. You've wounded me, you've basically killed me.”

Barty then pretends to sob as you and Remus shake your heads with smiles on your faces due to his behavior.

“Gods you’ve been spending way too much damn time around Sirius.”

Remus says while rubbing his hands over his face trying to hide his smile. You chuckle and walk up to Barty and give him a hug giving him your best ‘I'm sorry’ look. 

“I’m sorry Barty, I just couldn't help it. Remus has influenced me far too much.. Blame him.”

You say in fake sincerity with a small nod as you hear Remus huff at your comment.

Barty lets out a chuckle and hugs you back with a smile on his face looking down at you as he holds you. 

“It's okay angel, I could never stay upset at you. Lupin on the other hand..”

Barty drags out the end of his sentence with a small smirk on his face as Remus scoffs dramatically at his lovers’ statements.

“Really love? It's my fault is it?”

Remus says with his head tilted to the side and eyebrow raised, as if daring you to continue saying that he should be the one to blame for your ‘cruel’ comment to Barty. 

“Actually Lupin,  I think it is your fault.” Barty stated apparently agreeing with you.

“And what has brought you to that conclusion Junior?” 

Remus says as he walks toward the both of you with a small smirk on his face.

“My angel was just that, an angel. That was until you lot got your Gryffindor hands all over her.”

Barty says with a small shrug, feeling as if his point was valid and made sense. You supposed for Barty it did.

“Is that a fact?” Remus asked while getting closer to you and Barty.

“Yeah, Lupin it is actually.”  Barty says, giving Remus a somewhat challenging look.

“You don't seem to complain when I have my Gryffindor hands all over you, Junior.” 

Remus then winks at a now blushing and flustered Barty. You then cover your mouth trying to hide your own blush while also trying to suppress a giggle.

Barty tries to say some kind of come back and it  just results in him stuttering.

“W-well I- Goddamnit! That’s not fair Lupin!”

“All's fair in love and war Junior.”

Remus says sending another wink at Barty and smirking at you while Barty stares at him with wide eyes in complete silence.

He had managed to make Barty Crouch Jr speechless.

That was actually one of the many things that Remus was good at, especially at the beginning when everything was still new and more unexpected. 

When the four of you were in that space where you weren't officially dating but it was clear to you and everyone who'd been around your little group that you four had very strong feelings for each other.

It had taken Remus no time at all to get comfortable with having at least one of you flustered almost all the time, usually to the point of stuttering or speechlessness. 

He loved seeing you three like that.

Especially Barty.

Barty wasn't someone you could easily make blush let alone actually fluster, especially with just words so whenever Remus would manage to make Barty speechless he felt like he won a reward. 

Barty would never admit it but it was clear as day that Remus was good at making him a flustered stuttering mess. 

And Barty hated it.

“Now love. I believe someone owes someone an apology for trying to place blame.”

Remus says, walking up to you now at arms length and giving you a pointed look now waiting for an apology. 

While Barty mutters a ‘fucking hell’ under his breath and runs his hand through his hair as he walks towards the kitchen counter still mumbling quietly to himself.

“I'm sorry moony. Truly. Do you forgive me?” You say somewhat sincerely knowing Remus doesn't really care all that much. 

“I could never stay mad at you, love.”

Remus says with a small smile he then cups your cheek and gives you a kiss on your forehead, you lean into Remus's kiss taking in the moment and enjoying the affection from your boyfriend.

When suddenly you and Remus feel a cold, grainy substance rain down on you, which you both quickly realize is flour once the shock wore off.

You then hear a familiar giggle, and turn to see none other than a proud looking Barty standing now several feet away, covered in white powder himself. He just stands there proud of himself as if he didn't just cover you both in flour.

As you stare at him wide eyed and mouth a gasp, he just gives you a cheeky little smile.

“You did not just do that Junior.”

“Oh but I think I did, Remmy. That's what you get for teasing and being mean to me.”

Barty then sends a little wink to you and a somewhat apologetic smile.

“Sorry angel. Collateral damage, you understand.”

Barty says with a small shrug and a tone that makes it seem like it's the most reasonable thing that he has ever done.

You simply nod with the most convincing smile you could possibly muster in that moment.

“Of course my love. I understand.”

You say walking near Barty and grabbing a bowl that's filled with whipped cream that you had made earlier. You then walk closer to Barty and with a smile on your face.

“And you'll understand when I do this.”

You say while grabbing a handful of whipped cream and throwing it at Barty just for him to duck in time ending with the cream hitting Remus in the face. You gasp and cover your mouth trying not to laugh as Barty busts out laughing.

“Oh shit Rem! I'm so sorry.”

You say trying hard and failing to suppress your laughter, while Remus wipes his eyes off with his hands.

“It's okay love. All’s forgiven. Just come and give me a kiss.”

“Ummm I would love to, honestly I would… After you clean your face, that is…”

You back away from a now smiling remus while he opens his arms for you and starts walking closer to you. 

“No, now would be fine for me.”

Remus proceeds to walk closer to you as you start to back away towards Barty who's starting to calm down from his laughter.

“Why not kiss Barty?! This is all because of him anyway!”

Barty then gasps.

“Angel! I can't believe you'd throw me under the bus like that… Is it bad that I liked it?”

Barty asks the last part more to himself than to anyone else. He was so caught up in his thoughts for a second that he didn't notice you now using him as a human shield, that was until he felt a clump of whipping cream on his head and looked to see a smirking Remus. 

“Oh. This means war.”

All of a sudden it was every person for themselves. The kitchen was now a war zone. Flour, whipped cream, sugar, powdered sugar, fruits and berries were being thrown all over the place. It was pure chaos. 

The Three you were making a mess out of the kitchen and even bigger messes of yourselves.

Next thing you, you’ve been thrown over Remus’s shoulder while Barty is chasing Remus around the kitchen. 

There’s so much going on, so much laughing and screaming that no one heard the door open. Which meant no one heard Regulus make his way to the kitchen, and so no one noticed him standing in the doorway till you heard him speak.

“I leave you alone for a few hours and suddenly the kitchen explodes?”

Regulus in all his stoic glory just stood there not even looking a little surprised.

All three of you stopped running around, suddenly feeling like kids who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Then all three of you look at eachother then at Regulus.

“Happy Birthday?” You, Remus and Barty said accidentally making it sound more like a question than in an enthusiastic way.

Regulus just points at the oven says.

“The ovens smoking.”

“Oh shit! The chicken!”

You yell as Remus puts you down and he rushes to the oven to take out the now burnt chicken as smoke fills the kitchen.

“Sooo… Chinese?” Said a very uncertain Barty  

After opening some windows, having the Chinese food delivered, a few showers and quite a few cleaning spells the four of you ended up on the couch with a movie on not many words being exchanged.

After the movie was finished and the food had all been mostly finished Remus had brought out the cake that he managed to finish decorating while waiting for the food to arrive.

The three of you had sung (or in Bartys case basically screamed) Happy birthday to Regulus while he sat there with a ghost of a smile on his face. After another hour or so the four of you found yourselves in your shared bed.

You couldn't help but feel guilty since Regulus hadn't really expressed any emotion which wasn’t necessarily not normal about his birthday. You felt like maybe you had upset him in some way, maybe you over stepped or maybe he was irritated due to the mess you Remus and Barty made. 

You were spiraling. 

Till you heard a whisper.

“Thank you..” 

It was quiet for a few seconds, you supposed no one really knew what to say.

“For what Black? I feel like we kinda ruined your birthday.” Said a almost half asleep Barty

“It wasn't ruined Junior! It just didn't go.. as planned..'' defend Remus who laid on the other side of you. 

You and Regulus laid in the middle of Barty and Remus.

“Would the two of you stop bickering for just a moment please?” You say with a small shake of your head and a small chuckle. 

The next second there's a small choir of ‘Sorry angel’ and ‘Sorry love’.

“What are you thanking us for, Reggie?” 

You say pushing some of his black curly hair behind his ear looking at him softly, though he probably couldn't tell since it was dark in the room.

The only light coming through the window from the half moon.

“For today.. I know it didn't go how any of you planned or would have wanted it to go, but still. It was nice. I spent most of the day with my brother though he can be insufferable, loud and dramatic most of the time, it was still nice. And then to come home to the three people who mean everything to me laughing and having fun... That was the best part. I know I'm not the easiest when it comes to celebrating my birthday but, your three and Sirius have been the only people who have ever actually cared for my birthday. You've never treated it like how my parents did. Never used it as an excuse to have a big party full of people I didn't know or care about just so it seemed like we were better then them or make it seem like we were the perfect family, even though it was evident that we weren't. You've always made it about me and always respected what I'm comfortable with and well I appreciate that. So.. Thank you.. I love you.. All three of you..”

“We love you too Reg.” You say quietly, giving Regulus a soft kiss.

“Awwww did Regulus Black just say he loves me.” Barty practically squealed.

Barty then pulls Regulus into him so Regulus’s back is to Barty's front and then proceeds to messily kiss Regulus all over the side of his face while Regulus tries and fails to get away from him.

Remus then starts to laugh harder than you had seen in a while, almost falling off the bed as he hears the bickering between the two (mostly on Regulus' part) and sees the shadows of a struggling Regulus and a very determined Barty. 

You can't help but start to laugh almost as hard as Remus as you try and get the words out to have Barty let go of poor Regulus.

The night continues for only a few more moments it's filled with more laughing and eventually sleepy good night kisses and I love yous.

To say the four of you had an interesting relationship would be an understatement. It could be messy and chaotic, it could be a fucking headache sometimes. 

But there was love. There was always love. 

There were mornings where the four of you would wake up and just lay in bed happier than any of you thought you could ever be.

There were tender kisses and loving touches.

Dreams and promisses of the future.

There were smiles and laughing fits that would fuel you for the days when you felt like you couldn't even get out of bed.

Admittedly, it was a lot most of the time. 

There were screaming matches and arguing at its worst times but at its best times it was you and three people that you couldn't see your life without. Three people that made life easier most of the time. People who could make you laugh till you cried and that would hold you while you cried and fall apart.

This was a life that none of you ever thought you'd have the opportunity to have, and ever so often one of you would feel like you didn't deserve the life you had.

This was the kind of life that probably wouldn’t exist for you guys in different universes. But here, in this universe? This is the life you have and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

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[yanderes-galore]

Romantic concept for Kamui Woods? (MHA)

I can try... Won't be that long though as he doesn't have much screen time...? I struggled to find ideas ngl....

Yandere! Kamui Woods Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Isolation, Abuse of power, Manipulation, Restraints, Kidnapping, Forced relationship.

From what I could find on his personality... Shinji is serious and focused when it comes to his hero work.

Although, occasionally he's emotional when others take credit for what he does.

He's a fast ranking hero and managed to be Top 7 Pro Hero within a short amount of time.

Honestly, despite the stoic behavior he has, he's actually quite emotional.

Shinji's design was supposedly based on Spider-Man from Marvel.

Except instead of trash talking, he tends to take things seriously.

He doesn't bash into villains, instead he restrains them with his Arbor quirk.

Other than that, anything else I write is completely HC.

Shinji seems like he'd have trouble keeping up his stoic persona around you.

He isn't used to romance... He's been so focused on the growth of his hero career that he really hasn't dated.

Imagine if he's actually, like, really flustered around you for some reason?

Maybe you're a civilian he saved... or maybe even a hero yourself...

One time you simply thanked him for his help... and he thought he'd just catch fire.

He's probably had crushes before... He is an adult, after all.

Yet when he meets you... It's the first time he's had such a strong reaction.

If you're a hero, he does everything he can to speak with you and probably discusses ways you two can work together.

If you're a civilian, he wears his civilian clothes and 'checks in' with you.

In both scenarios... He's just hoping he can set up a day to get to know you better.

I like to imagine outside of hero work he acts more emotional.

Again, sort of basing him off Peter Parker...

He finds himself excited and eager to see you and learn how you're doing.

He'd probably have an easier time with a hero obsession.

That way you two can work together more and he doesn't have to go hunting to find you.

Although... If he had a civilian obsession... It would not surprise me if he memorized where your residence is to keep watch over that area.

Isn't it odd how he always comes to your rescue...?

He always tries to play off meeting you as some sort of coincidence.

He was simply patrolling the area.

It definitely isn't because he's acting like a lovestruck teen despite being a grown man.

Shinji tries to keep his feelings secret for the most part.

He doesn't want the press overwhelming you.

Plus then they'll give away how he's feeling... and he isn't ready for that?

In terms of how he'd behave as a yandere, I can see overprotective due to how often he patrols...

I'd also argue that makes him obsessive.

Out of habit he tends to watch who you talk to in order to learn of your inner circle.

There's times he's jealous... yet he usually tries to ignore it.

If you're a civilian he expects you to have friends.

Yet... wouldn't you rather hang out with him?

He's a popular hero... one that's willing to date you if you give him a chance.

So...why would you want to date anyone else?

Or even talk to anyone else....

If you're a hero he still finds himself jealous.

You talk to all sorts of top heroes that it almost makes him feel he has competition.

He feels he needs to impress you.

After all, what if you date one of the other top heroes?

He needs to up his game....

When looking at Shinji's quirk, I can see yandere potential there.

Yet I doubt he'll use it unless it's a last resort.

Like... maybe a confession goes wrong... maybe he comes off too creepy?

He tries not to... but it's hard to overlook the fact he's been stalking you.

Too many coincidences get suspicious.

Maybe you even make the first move and confront him on this?

You keep feeling like you're being watched... the trees outside your house look strange...

With some prying you might be able to make him confess.

Although... He isn't going to agree to leaving you alone.

Even if you got a restraining order or said you needed space... He's still there.

Unfortunately, he's indeed still there like a lovestruck teen.

He doesn't seem like he'd kidnap despite being able to.

I'm thinking maybe when you distance yourself and try to move on from him, like dating someone or moving away...

He might snap.

He probably apologizes as he goes about his plan...

But he's going to knock you out and restrain you with his quirk.

His branches are very strong.

By the time you wake up you feel like you're in a wooden prison, completely unable to move as Shinji greets you in his civilian clothes.

He smiles meekly, clearly nervous about what he's done.

After that he tries to confess, saying he loves you and just couldn't bear to watch you go....

He hates that you gave other heroes or civilians attention when he was right there.

He's the one that's been keeping you safe.

Yet you ignore him?

He tried to be patient... Tried to hope you'd choose him....

Sadly, it was never going to happen, was it?

That's okay... Now he has you...

He'll let you out of your wooden prison when you agree to be his date.

He can wait, it's alright.

He made sure your room was comfy enough and even prepared your favorite food.

Even if you don't agree right away... Maybe now it's okay for him to let the press know he's dating you?

That way... You'll have to be his...

He could NEVER be a liar as a top hero, right?

[mortallychaotickingdom]

I don't even know how to begin since with this post I don't want to fish for sympathy in order to excuse my umpteenth disappearence but rather explain what happened behind the scenes.

In short, it was another long and frustrating period of crisis, both as a person and as an artist; I constantly felt overwhelmed by everything and struggled to focus and deal even with the most basic tasks. With the advent of the New Year I decided to seek for help since I was tired of just surviving. After some research and a couple of impulsive decisions I signed up for a program to receive an ADHD diagnosis. I don't even know what I was expecting from that, I believe that I was just seeking for answers and someone who would tell me that I was not beyond repair. The whole process was quite long and and hearing that I could have been diagnosed as a child if my parents weren't careless idiots made me feel quite remoreseful but at the same time I want to focus on the present rather than on the past.

So yeah, in the end, I got formally diagnosed with ADHD with some discreetly high possibility of being AuDHD (but for now I can't afford to get a proper diagnosis for that as well sigh…). It was definitely an interesting rollercoster of emotions; going through grief, relief and frustration for having spent most of my life feeling broken, misunderstood and unworthy. Having an answer did not repair all the pain and feeling of inadequacy I have felt for my whole life but it had certainly helped me to know myself better and now I feel rather silly for always forcing myself into a mold I couldn't fit in when all I had to do was to change the mold to better fit myself.

Now things are already going better since I am slowly learning to base my expectations on my needs and necessities rather than on pleasing others; the path is still long but I am proud to say that I'm making great progress! I am not sure if I'll be back or not for now since the idea of being on socials still feel very scary and overwheling but I just wanted to let you know that I am still alive and actively working to improve my quality of life thanks to these new information.

Thank you so much for your patience if you managed to read this messy wall of text and I wish you a wonderful day!💕

[apricustar]

Hii JD! I was reading your take on Buck talking about transferring and IDK if this is too personal, but the way you write about Buck sometimes really hits close to home. I do a lot of similar things where I feel like things are on me even if they might not be. How do you break that pattern? What do you think it would take for Buck to break that pattern?

hi nonnie, first of all, thank you for this message, and for trusting me with something personal! (the og post for anyone wanting to read)

let me start by saying this: it hits close to home for me too. i think a big reason i write about buck in the way i do is because i see and understand him; or maybe more truthfully: because i see myself in him. 

watching him at times feels a bit like looking into a mirror. i know why it is he does the things he does, because i've done them too.

there’s that awful feeling of never feeling quite good enough—for someone to stay, to choose you, to love you the way you so badly want to be loved. feeling like too much—like you're taking up too much space, talk too loudly, say too much. believing that if anyone were to fully, really see you, they'd leave; because eventually, it feels like everyone does.

so you start to preempt it. you pull back first. shrink yourself down. maybe start a few arguments, say and do some things without much thought. you make it easier for people to walk away by convincing yourself they were going to anyway. it feels easier if it's on your terms—more manageable, less painful.

i know that spiral all too well. someone's voice changes and my first thought is always what did i do? what did i say wrong? (i wrote more in detail about buck doing this here if you want to read that...) like, okay, the other day i came home and said hi to my roommate. she said hi back but sounded VERY subdued; i took it as her being upset with me. which was made worse by her not asking about how my classes were like usual. instantly my brain was like oh god, she's mad at me, what did i do??? i ran through a whole list of possible offenses and felt so anxious!!!

and then later she came around and told me she'd gotten a grade she was upset about. we talked about the grade and stuff of course, but then i told her i thought she had been mad at me. she was confused and laughed and then i laughed and we then were both laughing and i was like shit! more than 9 times out of 10 it has nothing to do with me, but still, my first instinct is blaming myself and i feel this horrible stomach-dropping anxiety. 

so, so. so buck. how do you break that pattern? how will buck break that pattern? well, to be clear, i am not a mental health professional, nor will i claim to be (though, i am getting my degree!). but from where i stand, i think the first step is recognizing the pattern for what it is: a defense mechanism. a way of trying to grab onto whatever thread of control you can in situations that feel uncertain and overwhelming. 

it comes from somewhere, of course. when you grow up having to guess what version of love—what version of your caretakers—you’re going to get (if you get it at all), you start to prepare for the worst. you scan for danger. you take blame as a shortcut to control: if it’s my fault, maybe i can fix it. maybe i can be better.

and that kind of self-blame becomes automatic—deeply and painfully familiar. a thought cycle that loops endlessly, until it feels like instinct. the truth is, it once served a purpose. but it doesn’t have to keep defining how you move through the world.

one of the best tools for breaking those loops—besides awareness and practicing self-compassion—is learning how to challenge and reframe the thoughts themselves. this is where something like cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) can be incredibly powerful. buck struggles with thoughts like: i ruined everything. i make things worse. if i were better—if I tried harder—this wouldn't have happened. this is all my fault.

CBT helps you slow down in those spirals and ask things like: is this true? is there evidence for it? is there another explanation? it teaches you to catch these thoughts and gently rework them—not 'i always ruin everything,' but 'i made a mistake this time, and that doesn't define me.'

buck's healing won't come from just rewiring those beliefs internally. it's also going to come from the outside—from safety, from consistency, from relationships that stay steady even when he falters. he needs to find someone who doesn't just say 'you matter,' but shows him—again and again—that he doesn't have to be perfect or performative to be worth staying, worth loving.

he has this in the 118– in eddie. he just needs to start believing it.

and that in large part comes from experiencing it over and over again. from letting people close, even when every alarm in his brain is telling him to brace for impact. from trusting that silence doesn't always mean upset, that distance doesn't always mean abandonment. from realizing that real love doesn't evaporate the moment he stops proving himself.

healing doesn't always look like big revelations. sometimes it's choosing to stay—to keep trying—even when you're afraid, especially when you're afraid. it's trying to be kind to yourself even when you feel like you're on a hamster wheel going a million miles. it’s pausing to breathe. to rework the story you’re telling yourself. to stop turning every misstep into a sweeping conclusion about your worth.

it’s learning to believe the kind things someone says, even when they feel impossible. it’s understanding that being loved isn’t a transaction—it’s a truth.

and maybe that's how the pattern finally breaks: not all at once, not in one giant grand gesture, but in the quiet, day-to-day moments. when buck allows himself patience. when he forgives himself. when he doesn’t run. when he lets someone stay. when he starts to believe that maybe—just maybe—he was never too much to begin with. when he allows himself to simply receive affection and care without first questioning it or believing it an impossibility. 

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 34: The Cabin (R)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Warning: This chapter has to do with a person being captured by another person. If this is a trigger for you, please don’t read.

A week later, you sat in your office working from home. You had to take some online credits for your Veterinary license. You turned to your left and looked at your wedding pictures. You and Christian’s wedding picture now stood behind yours and Jake’s.

You gazed at the two pictures for a moment, the contrast between them striking. Christian’s wedding photo was filled with youthful joy, a different chapter of your life—one full of love and promise, but ultimately, marked by loss. Now, Jake’s photo was next to it, a new beginning, one that filled your heart with warmth and excitement, but also uncertainty.

It was surreal, how quickly everything had shifted. You never imagined that your path would lead here, but with Jake, you found yourself looking forward to the future instead of lingering on the past.

You lucked out when your photographer captured a great shot of Jake in his dress whites. Honestly, who wouldn’t want a picture of Jake dressed up? That photo was displayed on the right side of your computer, next to the one of Christian in his Apache helicopter.

You couldn’t help but smile every time you glanced at the picture of Jake in his dress whites. There was something about him in uniform, standing so tall and proud, that made your heart flutter. It was more than just the uniform—it was the man beneath it, the one who’d managed to wrap himself so completely into your life in such a short time. His presence in your life had brought with it a sense of security and warmth that you never knew you needed.

On the other side, Christian’s picture in the cockpit of his Apache helicopter evoked a different kind of feeling—one of reverence for his dedication and the memory of all that he had been. The contrast between the two photos spoke volumes: two men who had shaped your life in their own unique ways, but both with a deep commitment to serving something greater than themselves. You felt an overwhelming sense of peace, knowing that, even though life had taken unexpected turns, you had found love again in the most unexpected of places.

You continued sipping your coffee and reading an online chapter when your phone dinged. You glanced at it:

Possible elk kill. Need you to confirm. Sending location.

You sighed. Guess your certification would have to wait. You stood up and headed to your bedroom to get dressed.

An hour later, you drove down a gravel road that seemed to have been untouched for quite some time. According to the GPS, you were headed in the right direction.

Suddenly, a slightly overgrown clearing appeared, revealing a dilapidated log cabin, and a familiar truck came into view.

It was Scott’s.

You parked your truck next to his and turned off the engine, glancing around at the terrain and the cabin. The only thing that stood out was the smoke rising from the chimney.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you carefully leaned forward to check if your boot knife was secure in your right boot. Satisfied, you took the keys out of the ignition, cautiously opened the truck door, and stepped out, closing it quietly behind you.

“Scott?” you called out.

To your right, startled birds flew out of a tree, making you turn to the noise, placing your hand over your Glock, getting ready to use it if needed.

Then the door of the cabin opens, and Scott walks out. You relax only slightly.

“Y/N. The elk, or what’s left of it, is this way.” He walks down the steps and then starts walking to his left, your right. The same way the birds flying out of the tree came from.

You watch him and he stops. “This way.”

You look at him questionably. Something was telling you something wasn’t right, so you slowly start to follow him, and he continued walking.

“Whose property is this?” You ask as you catch up to him but keep some distance.

“Some family in New York. They saw the elk on their camera.”

You stop in your tracks, looking at Scott, a growing sense of unease creeping up your spine. "I didn’t see any cameras when I pulled in."

Scott pauses, glancing over his shoulder at you. For a brief moment, his expression tightens, and then he gives you a casual smile. "Probably just missed them. They're pretty well hidden."

You nod, but something still doesn’t sit right. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you take another look around the clearing, eyes scanning the perimeter. There’s no sign of cameras, no obvious surveillance equipment, just the woods stretching out around the cabin. The smell of fresh elk blood is in the air, but it doesn’t feel like you’re out here for a simple confirmation of a kill.

You slowly take a step forward, keeping an eye on Scott. “And why did you call me out here? For a confirmation?”

Scott glances at you over his shoulder again, his pace slowing. “Just making sure we’re on the same page. I thought you’d want to take a look yourself. That’s all.”

But something about his tone feels off. Something's wrong here, and you can feel it in your gut.

Your heart rate picks up, and you fight to keep your voice steady. "Just making sure, huh?" You take a careful step forward, but your instincts are screaming for you to step back, to turn and leave before whatever this is goes any further.

Scott doesn’t turn around, but you can tell he's aware of the shift in your demeanor. His shoulders tense, his jaw tightens, and that easy smile of his falters for a brief moment before he turns and faces you fully, the mask of casual confidence slipping just enough to reveal something more calculating beneath.

“Listen,” he says, voice low but sharp, “we’re all just trying to keep things under control. I wouldn’t have called you out here if I didn’t think it was important.”

You lock eyes with him, every muscle in your body now on high alert. "Important for who, Scott?" you ask, a quiet challenge in your voice.

He opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted by a sudden rustling in the brush nearby. Your body stiffens, every muscle instinctively coiling like a spring, ready to react. You glance in the direction of the noise, but before you can process it fully, Scott moves between you and the sound, his posture shifting into something more protective... or perhaps more calculated.

"Stay close," he mutters, his voice tense. You don't need to be told twice. You step back, your hand instinctively moving to the gun at your hip. Something isn't right, and now you can feel the weight of that unease pressing down on you.

Scott seems to be waiting for something, his eyes darting around, scanning the perimeter as if anticipating something. You swallow, trying to steady your breathing. What the hell is going on?

"I’m sorry, Y/N," he said.

Before you had a chance to react, Scott sprayed something into your face, and everything went dark.

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[earthstellar]

I think there's a really potentially dark kind of lonely desperation in the way Mirage kidnaps Noah

Like, Noah immediately starts to panic and yell to be let go, and Mirage's response to this is to lock the doors and go faster

It's fucking terrifying from Noah's point of view, he's confused and is in the process of committing a crime--

--He's not just worried about his own safety, he's suddenly been thrown into a high speed, high profile car chase with a multi-vehicle car pursuit and he's going to be unable to help his family if he ends up in prison

And these are city cops in 1994 and Noah is an adult cis male POC, he is absolutely beyond fucked if any of the cops manage to identify him even if they don't outright catch him

And then Mirage creates a copy of him that is sitting in the driver's seat and taunting the fucking cops, fuck fuck fuck

His fear and panic is overwhelming, he's being trapped and driven somewhere and he can't figure out by who or what or for what purpose, and the cops are after him, and if he's busted then what happens to his mother? What happens to his brother?

It's incredible he stays even somewhat calm.

Meanwhile Mirage is fully having a great time.

He finally found a human like Bumblebee did, the human actually found him! How convenient-- Some may even say it's destiny. Even if the human was trying to steal him. Rude!!!

Now he has someone he can play with, though. Optimus might not yell at him too much since it's not really his fault this human tried to steal him.

Stealing the human instead sounds fun to him, actually. Turnabout is fair play, and all that.

And I do believe that on some level, surely Mirage understands this is not great to do, really.

But Mirage also seems really terribly lonely amongst his team; It doesn't feel like he fits in with them quite as well, and we know all the bots miss Cybertron.

Mirage and Bee seem particularly socially oriented, and Mirage seems to be quite possibly even more outgoing than Bumblebee is, based on both of their portrayals in this and the prior film.

So Mirage might have pushed aside his better judgement in the name of companionship and having fun for once, perhaps for the first time in a very long time, fuck it, we ride.

As someone who can't go out and do things because I'm disabled and COVID will take me out, I truly understand the difficulty of forced isolation into perpetuity.

So I can really feel for Mirage -- He just hit his breaking point, and could not resist the joy of treating the highway like the Speedia 500 racetrack, of really letting his rubber burn and having a potential friend along for the ride.

Plus, he got Noah away from the cops, and that's good, right? It must be! I mean he got the attention of even more cops, but they're probably dead now. That was a pretty sturdy road barrier, after all.

But the fear Noah must have felt in that moment is genuinely upsetting.

His brother's life was on the line here, not his own, as far as he's concerned.

And of course, Mirage would not have known that right away, fair enough.

But even when being begged to stop, Mirage egged on more cops, drew more aggro from the authorities than was needed and did so at extreme risk to his passenger, and carried on. He had a good time.

And that's really fucking scary, that Mirage's loneliness and overall sense of isolation was so severe that in many ways it overrode his compassion to some degree.

When Noah is panicking, Mirage was physically feeling Noah's fear. Feet were digging into his interior, fists slapping against his windows, hands gripping him from the inside, tense with anxiety.

We know Mirage cares deeply about Noah, and later on, Kris as well.

But when they first meet, there's this somewhat blatant disregard for Noah's fear that he only sort of half-heartedly, somewhat jokingly even tries to address while he just keeps flooring it.

Sure, at that point, as far as Mirage knows, this dude was just trying to steal him. He doesn't have a feel for who Noah actually is yet. He doesn't know about Kris. He has a right to be a little suspicious, and it's reasonably understandable if he wants to fuck with someone he thinks is just a bog standard petty car thief for a minute.

But Mirage isn't all that suspicious; He knows the power balance is so wildly in his favour that it's sort of whatever, really. Why investigate when you can be driving?

He eventually "tests" Noah when he finally reveals his root mode to him.

And to be fair, he even acknowledges that this is probably a lot for Noah to deal with.

But then he responds to the equivalent of a Barbie doll shaking a twig at him by levelling a charged weapon directly at Noah's head and chest.

We know that Mirage isn't actually going to fire. Probably.

But Noah doesn't, and all he has is a pipe, after a joy ride from hell that scared the living shit out of him and put his entire family's wellbeing at extreme risk.

It's kind of fucked up; Of course it's understandable from both sides, knowing the perspective of both sides. Noah needs that stolen car money. Mirage was about to get stolen.

It's not the greatest situation for them to be meeting in.

But holy shit.

Mirage is a little... Excessive.

Which is consistent with the behaviour we see from him after he gets more familiar with Noah, and we know he's not going to hurt Noah or Kris, and he's just a very energetic type of bot. Okay.

But I wonder how Mirage behaved prior to meeting Noah. How much of his excitability and outgoing nature and willingness to do pretty much anything comes from the joy he gets from having his own human, getting to have a new friend, finally?

How depressed might he have been previously, given how abundantly happy he is, how quick he is to disregard almost anything else in favour of having a friend-- Even if he has to take a human temporarily captive in order to obtain that friendship?

We know his care for Noah ultimately overrides his sense of self-preservation as well.

But Mirage is extremely intense and high energy, and that's interesting, because you wouldn't necessarily think of a fairly isolated, lonely alien lost on a foreign world as being so upbeat and exuberant.

He wants to be happy. And he's very invested in the few people that can make him happy.

Mirage is the definition of ride or die, and that can actually be pretty scary.

He didn't give a second thought to causing at least one likely fatal car crash with his illusions, so that he and Noah could evade arrest.

We already know he's willing to take out humans if need be.

It's a good thing Noah's a good guy, because I can easily imagine Mirage as willing to do nearly anything to keep the new friend he found...

Anyway, my break's over now. lol

[draw-you-coward]

definitely not prompted by the realization that i am more like boza at work than i am not

~*~

Roza is staring at him.

Trahearne doesn’t know what he wants. He has already surreptitiously checked his foliage (it is fine, if a little dry), and is considering sneaking a glance at the nearest reflective surface to see if there is something on his face. Perhaps Roza is waiting for him to acknowledge something? He had brought in tea when he’d come in earlier, in a surprisingly nice gesture.

“Thank you for the tea,” Trahearne repeats for the second time.

Roza gives him a miniscule nod, but otherwise does not break eye contact. Brambles. What else is there?

Trahearne clears his throat, palpably loud in the quiet office. “Er, the unit stationed at the gate bridge near Arah report that it is blocked by Risen. They want advice on how to proceed.”

Roza’s upper eyelids quiver. Trahearne thinks he has just glanced down at the map and then back up at him once more, but it is truly hard to tell. He just doesn’t… move.

“There are other pathways into the city, of course, but it would be difficult to sneak anything but a small party through. I only barely managed it by myself,” Trahearne blathers on after an uncomfortable stretch of silence.

Roza gives another small nod. Well, it is an acknowledgment, at least.

“We could try the sewers. The water would at least mask them somewhat.”

Roza’s left eyebrow furrows slightly. Is that his ‘that is an idiotic idea’ look, or something else?

Trahearne hears whistling from outside the door, and practically trips over himself to open it. “Laranthir! Could you please come in here a moment?”

The Grand Warmaster pauses, looks at both of them, and pokes his head in. “Is there something I can assist you with? Commander, is all well?”

Roza nods at him, and perhaps the sterile air and desperation both are playing tricks on Trahearne’s mind, but he swears that is his most emotive movement yet. He beckons Laranthir in hurriedly, hope surging when he lays a hearty clap on Roza’s shoulder and the commander doesn’t so much as flinch. They must have worked together in the past, right? Perhaps even closely. Hopefully closely, by Mother’s grace.

“We were—that is, I was just reviewing the situation with the unit at the gate bridge with the commander,” Trahearne elaborates in what he hopes is not too pleading a tone. “Did you, ah… perhaps have any input?”

Laranthir frowns thoughtfully, tracking his eyes across the map. “The… gate bridge? I’m afraid I don’t quite know…”

His gaze meets Trahearne, who tries to mentally convey please help me with him as accurately as he possibly can without words. Roza has at least switched his staring target now, which is a small mercy.

Perhaps the Dream can finally work telepathically, because Laranthir brightens and says, “Ah!” He taps Roza on the back in a frighteningly familiar gesture and asks, “Roza, how do you think they should proceed? Considering all the variables of the situation.”

“They shouldn’t proceed,” Roza says.

“Elaborate?” Laranthir continues easily, as if he has not just pulled a rabbit out of an empty bud.

“It would be suicide. Idiotic. Have them retreat, send in the Pale Reavers by the stealthy route to exterminate resistance. Why would you want a survey team to go into a threat level eight area in the first place?”

The sudden barrage of opinions is almost overwhelming after his prolonged silence. “I, erm,” Trahearne says, not expecting so unequivocal a resistance. Threat level eight? On what scale? “Well… I managed fine.”

Roza gives him a withering stare.

“You can speak freely,” Laranthir adds, a little too helpfully.

“If you would like to go in their place, then of course, what you are suggesting makes perfect sense.” Rarely has sarcasm sounded so snide. “But unless you wish to give our civilian researchers twenty odd years of training in how to infiltrate a zombie-infested wasteland, I would suggest pulling them back.”

Laranthir squeezes his shoulder and winks at Trahearne. “There you go. You just need to ask him. And, ah, be prepared.”

He salutes, then walks out neatly, whistling once more. Trahearne is once again left alone with his commander, who is looking largely unimpressed.

“Shall I pack your things and wish you well?” he snipes. “Don’t forget to bring a bathing suit for the sewers.”

Trahearne is beginning to see his point. He ducks his head. “Alright, fine. Er, how do you suggest we extract them? We can send in a chopper.”

Roza stares into his soul. “You wish to dispatch a loud airborne vehicle to the team of people who could barely pass mandatory defense training and are reliant on camouflage for their survival?”

Trahearne doesn’t know. He walked, for Nightmare’s sake. “I—no! Of course not. What, um, do you suggest?”

“Submarine,” Roza says easily. “We can fit in a small one.”

“Where in Tyria are we going to find a submarine?”

For the first time all day, and to be frank probably all month, Roza smiles. “That, Marshal, is where I come in.”

[sonderinghiraeth]

Banished || Loki/ Goddess! Reader Chapter Two

"Can you get out of here? I've had enough with the Shakespeare today."

Fluorescent light penetrated your view the moment your eyes began to blink open, immediately shielding them with a bare arm. You jerked abrupted from the pain searing down your back, everything burned. Your hair felt matted and your skin stretched tight.

"Hey, hey, lay back down." A raspy voice demanded, and gloved hands pressed you onto the mattress of a bed.

You finally mustered the strength to fully open your eyes, greeted by an olive-toned man examining the arm you had just raised.

"You're lucky you're even in one piece."

"Where am I?" You finally spoke, panic enveloping your senses. A hospital setting, the window to your right showcased a city skyline, IV machines, and a web of bandages on your entire torso. You were burning up.

"Listen, I'm the man you were looking for, Tony Stark." He introduced himself. "You're in Stark Towers in New York. You're safe." He assured, but that didn't stop your full-blown panic attack. The heart monitor to your side began to scream, alerting Tony of the sudden elevation in your heart rate.

"I am not dead?" You whispered, slowly raising your arms. The pain was dull this time and left you with less of an ache from your back.

"No mortal has ever reasoned with Zeus, not even the women, not that I've heard."

You were convinced this was some fever dream before your final goodbye.

"Let's just say I'm a pretty good businessman," Tony smirked, sitting at your bedside. "However, I couldn't stop him from giving you a downside." He stood up, his hands raised in surrender.

"You're banished from coming off of Earth. Like, ever." Typical bluntness coming from Tony.

Your eyes widened, and you were now sure now that this was some horrid punishment cast upon you to relive forever.

Never be able to leave Earth.

Death itself would have been a softer punishment.

Your heart rate soared once more, and your breaths were torn into ragged wheezes from sheer panic. Before Tony could calm you down, the door could be heard swishing open with a loud bang.

"Sister!" A voice almost as booming as Zeus' entered, making the both of you jump.

"Thor I said leave." Tony scolded, but Thor relented, coming to your aid. He caressed the back of your head, your hair quite tangled from the beatdown Zeus had delivered.

"I knew you would make it, you're such a warrior!"

His eyes brimmed with teary relief to see the fellow God, and you couldn't help but laugh despite the pain and panic. Thor always managed to calm you from your overwhelming fear of the crowds at the reunion, and this situation was no different. It distracted you from the chilling fact you could quite possibly never return home.

You focused your gaze on him, pushing away all of the intrusive thoughts of immortal suicide and things of the like.

"Stark told me you had been looking for him, but we've been.. Preoccupied." Thor's demeanor temporarily shifted, and the air in the room became uncomfortable.

"What's happened?" You asked, searching for answers within both Thor and Tony. Tony's eyes spoke more words than his mouth did.

"Loki… Loki has turned for the worst."

That seemed to be all Thor could muster, but Tony bulldozed his vague summary. "He murdered 80 in two days."

You gasped, your hand immediately covering your mouth. The monitor screamed again, and fear consumed your brain and scraped thoughts of blood on Loki's hand like forks on chalkboards.

"Where is he now? Do you have him?"

Your mind rushed, and despite the shocking news of both your fate and Loki's combined, you wished to see him immediately. There had to be a reason for this, as it was known Odin's hand wasn't well-versed in being soft. What had happened to the Loki you knew? The one who danced with you in the moonlight, a boy with a soul full of hope and ambition.

"He is currently somewhere in New York, but we have some good brothers and sisters handling the situation." Thor tried to season Tony's blunt explanation with sugar, but it made you feel no better.

Tony shook his head. "We need your vitals to become stable for at least twenty-four hours before I can get you up and out of this room. Thinking about reindeer games is making your heart rate soar again, and that lightning strike left a really nasty scar." He said as he glanced up at the monitor that read all of your vitals.

You frowned and wished nothing more than to be able to just drink some ambrosia and be on your merry way. That wasn't possible here on earth. Your mind was still panicking that you were to be shunned to earth forever, but it was forced to be a worry for another day. Stressing about everything now would just keep you trapped in this hospital bed longer.

"I'll fill you in on everything, I promise." Thor smiled, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

Tony sighed, taking a datapad with him in his arm. "I'll leave you to it." He muttered, starting to walk towards the door. "I'll come before you go to sleep to check your vitals, don't move from that bed." He pointed his pen at you.

Your lips tightened, and Tony only gave you a wink before disappearing into the hallway.

"What happened to Loki?" You finally asked. "I want to know everything."

Thor began to make himself comfortable at your bedside. "As I've told you, Loki had been becoming more and more agitated as years went by. Ceasing to attend the meeting of the Gods until our recent one was just the beginning. There were times when he could be brutal. He would lash out at our father, disappear for days at a time, lock himself in his room, anything to outcast himself from us."

You could see the sadness pooling in his eyes.

"Odin didn't pick favorites, but I was his true heir. Loki was jealous, he just.. Felt left out. He tried to manipulate all of us, and get revenge. He found out he was a frost giant and not a true Odinson."

Your hand immediately flew up to your mouth. "Thor, I'm so sorry."

You couldn't begin to imagine how Loki felt, and you relived the moment you had shared with Loki just a few years prior.

"I want to be the King of the Nine Realms."

You couldn't imagine the heartache and betrayal that stirred inside of him from finding out he was a Jotun, the immortal enemies of the race he once believed himself to be.

Thor shook his head in response. "None of this is anyone's fault but Loki. We have to find him so I can bring him back to Asgard." He insisted.

You thought to yourself, gripping slightly onto the sheets.

An idea stirred within you. "Could he be redeemed?"

"Perhaps with a little bit of convincing-"

Thor paused, then met eyes with you. "No." He read your mind.

"I did not say anything!"

"You want to redeem Loki yourself."

You crossed your arms, turning your head away from the God of thunder. "He deserves a fresh start away from Asgard for a while if what you're telling me is true. The last thing he is going to want is to return back to Odin." You argued.

Thor's shoulders dropped for a moment. You were right. "With the path he is taking, he might just return to Asgard in an urn."

"I know it doesn't seem great right now." You sighed. "But perhaps he'll come to his senses once we capture him and talk to him. There's always room for reason. We all held a soft spot for each other, I do believe."

"You haven't been around Loki since his turn," Thor nudged your leg slightly. "He is an entirely new person, one without heart, without empathy. He fails to have a soft spot for even my mother. He won't be too excited to see you, I'm sure."

You bit your lip, still persistent with your newfound plan. "I want to see to it that he changes. Not only for the best interest of everyone but for you too. He's still your brother, and I'm sure you wish not to see him locked up forever."

Thor exhaled a sigh through his nose, looking down at the tiled floor of the hospital room.

"I'll do my best to see your wishes come to fruition." He finally agreed, making you give small applause.

"Thank you, Thor, you won't regret it."

He nodded, enveloping you in a secure hug. You eagerly returned, pain cramping up the very core of your spine.

"I can only hope you are right."

Tony was a man of his word, and four days later you were out of your hospital bed and into your own room. This, however, came with the consequence of JARVIS constantly bothering you with check-ins.

"Little Goddess" was the name Stark had told JARVIS to address you by, an endearing yet dry term. It was typical of Tony, as you had already heard him call Thor an array of names ranging from Point Break to He-Man. You were also snappily called Poison Ivy once when Tony had caught you in a not-so-good mood.

Tony, regardless, was still very selfless and had somehow salvaged your bag of belongings. He gave them a good wash and dry before storing them in your closet while you were still hospitalized. He was also kind enough to order you some new, casual clothes to fit in with everyone else. You were thankful to still have what little you had left of home, and you were quick to fit yourself in one of your favorite dresses for your first day of recovery.

A week felt like forever in the tower alone, as the Avengers were busy with everything going on with Loki, and Thor was the only one willing to take out of his time to update you on how things were moving along.

In the midst of your second week, a knock could be heard at your door, and you could barely get out a "Come in." before Thor was busting it open. His eyes were sunken, hung with a certain sadness.

"He's here."

There was no need for further explaining, you hadn't run this fast since the incident with Zeus. Midway down the hall, Thor had taken the liberty of carefully lifting you up and carrying you the rest of the way to the elevator. He pressed for the basement, gently setting you down.

"Tony would also like to speak to you when time allows,"

"About what?" You fumbled with the ties of your dress.

"He did not disclose,"

With that, the elevator door slid open.

The room was dark, yet two figures from the lights of a glass chamber cast shadows down in front of the two of you. One turned, a blonde-headed man with slicked-back hair and a suit that obviously resembled the American flag. He spared you a little smile, approaching Thor.

"Is this her?" He asked.

"Ask her yourself." Thor urged, backing you from out of his shadow and into the dimly lit hallway.

He walked up to you, offering his hand. "Captain America, but you can call me Steve." He greeted.

He didn't give off a snarky aura as Tony did, his eyes were more kind, filled with wisdom rather than wit. His handshake was firm.

You introduced yourself, and your own name felt foreign on your tongue. Usually, your father or mother would greet everyone for you.

Steve stepped away to talk to Thor, just enough to reveal what was held within the chamber, and who Tony was bickering back and forth with.

Loki.

At that very moment, Loki connected his own eyes with you. They were different, far different from the ones you looked into at the reunion. These ice-filled eyes carried the weight of revenge, revenge for a trauma not told. They stared straight through your soul, and your feet carried you faster than your mind could tell you to stop. At this moment, your heart leaked sympathy.

Yet, he unexpectedly smiled a wicked smile, standing from his seat to stalk around the chamber. He was bruised badly, soot marking his cheeks.

"So you thought digging up old bones could shake me, Stark?" His voice was graver than years before.

Tony ignored his quip. "Listen, he's being a bit of a douchebag right now. He's mad because Hulk trampled him, and we're waiting for Thor to see what Odin wants to do with him." He took a look at Loki, then back at you. "Can you just keep an eye on him? From what I understand he has a bit of a soft spot for you, maybe he'll be a little easier to wrangle with you around."

"You understand I can hear through this glass, right?" Loki snarked, now standing in front of you and Tony.

"Frankly, I don't care." Tony finally snapped back, giving him a tired glance before starting to walk towards Thor and Steve.

"I'll be back down here to check on you soon, Alert Jarvis if you need anything at all."

You wanted to grab Tony's arm and plead to him to not leave you here alone and vulnerable, but a mixture of fear and a yearning to make Tony proud kept you quiet.

The three entered the elevator, leaving you, and the man you hardly knew yet adored beyond the heavens.

Well, the man you used to adore beyond the heavens.

You gulped, turning to meet eyes once more.

"I'm sure you didn't expect our reunion to look something quite like this." Loki joked, but you were not in the mood to tease or play jokes.

"Loki, what happened?"

"Please, don't play these childish 'miss you' games." He snarled, lurching to come face to face with you.

"You know damn well what happened, I was denied what was rightfully mine, and Thor rescues the day and snatches it all away from me."

You could see the veins in his neck, this was more than just Loki's thoughts. This was some weird gaslighting and manipulation of another. It was evident that these words were not his, but an echo from someone else. The God of Manipulation had been manipulated.

"I don't know who told you this, but Thor is not your enemy."

"Then what is he?!" He yelled, catching you off guard, but you quickly snapped back.

"He's your brother!"

"Liar!"

You took a step back, Loki was practically breathing down the glass and his eyes narrowed. He was animalistic in nature now, and his breath on the glass created icicles rather than condensation.

"Odin is a liar. He deserves to be heaped up along the pile of the other wretched Gods in Hel!"

He finally turned away from you, a weak attempt to calm himself. Some reunion this was.

Now, you knew Odin wasn't the best in the world, but surely he wasn't going as far to shun Loki of his kinship. That's when you remembered one of the many conversations you and Thor had this past week.

"Loki found out he was not an Odinson, he was a frost giant. That's when our world started falling apart, we assumed the worst for Loki."

You blinked, and once again you viewed Loki as a child. He wasn't looking for revenge, no. Loki was desperately looking for answers, he was chasing the "should've been" that was just shy of his fingertips. Odin denied him of almost everything that was fed to Thor on a silver spoon, it was no wonder Loki was filled with frustration. Just like your father with his own brothers, he happened to pull the short straw.

"I know you are frustrated that you were lied to, I know you are hurt at the thought you have been lied to, but you cannot expect Thor to know all of this the entire time while Odin himself tried to deny the truth."

Loki stood still, back turned. He did not speak, nor did he show any sign that he even heard what you said. Not until his shoulders finally dropped.

"You have not a clue what it will ever feel like to be outcasted from everything you have ever known."

The irony in his words grazed you harder than it should have. You took a deep breath, and it took everything in you not to blow your top. How badly you yourself wanted to lay wrath on Zeus for keeping you from your entire family.

No more dancing in the fields with the nymphs, no more sharing pomegranates with your mother and father while they tell the story of their marriage for the thousandth time, and no more attending the meeting of the Gods, which you were finally becoming used to. It would all be memories forevermore.

You calmed yourself, and your posture improved. "I do now." You whispered.

That piqued his interest, and you saw his shoulders lift. His side profile cast shadows from the fluorescents over you.

"I did not come down to earth to dig up old bones as you told Stark, I came down to earth because Zeus has a very, very high price tag on my neck." You began, clutching onto the tulle of your dress. "He found me while I was hunting for Stark, I don't even know how I survived." You wanted to raise your dress to show the many bandages, but it would hurt you more than it would him. "I was in hospice for two days. No ambrosia, I'm healing just like any other human."

You took another deep breath, you hardly had come face to face yourself with the fact you were about to reveal.

"In return for sparing my life, I am banished to Earth for as long as I live."

Loki finally turned, and his eyes widened in a poorly hidden mixture of shock and disgust.

"I'm sorry?"

"Zeus banished me to Earth, and now I owe my life to Stark for sparing me."

You sighed.

"Although I'm not so sure the punishment is any softer."

You rubbed your arm awkwardly, still unbearably dry from all of the bandages you had been wrapped in just a few weeks prior.

Loki only stood there, he said nothing in response to soften the blow. Everything was now just uncomfortable silence.

"Zeus's hand has mimicked Odin's." He finally broke the calm in the sea of thoughts, putting a hand up against the glass. "And we are the unfortunate victims, undeserving of their wrath."

His apologetic look quickly turned, wickedly snickering at all of the plans that swam in his head.

"We can both get our revenge, we can take what's ours now that it has been stripped from us. You can go home, your father crowned heir to the overworld! I can become king of the nine realms, we can live our lives at peace, without fear."

Loki had turned into a rabid dog, hungry for any inch of power he could pull. It made fear pulse within your sternum.

"Loki." For a moment you played along, round doe eyes staring up at the god of mischief as you aligned your hand with Loki's along with the glass.

"I don't know who's been feeding you so many lies, but you are sorely mistaken."

His shoulders dropped, beginning to back away in anger as his nose crinkled and straightened in rage.

"I am not going to help you overthrow Odin or Zeus. That is a string of fate stronger than Celestial Bronze, a string that not even the Moirae dare to touch. "

"You haven't changed since the day I've met you!" He screamed, his fist clenched, and shot out at the glass to the side of you. You flinched and backed away from the glass you were sure was impenetrable, but you were still scared.

"You're still just a scared little girl, clinging to her mother's dress for direction!"

"And you aren't?!"

Silence struck, and Loki paused. You didn't stop, you were going to make yourself heard.

"I want to hear not another word from you, not for now. We are going to sit here and think. We're both going to think about where we go from here, lest you be confined to the underground of Asgard for the rest of your life immediately." Your words were filled with venom, you spoke before you could think.

You took a seat at the desk to the side of the chamber and were relatively calm at this point. Loki obeyed and reluctantly kept his mouth shut until Tony arrived back at your aid.

"I see you have him on a collar, good job."

"A collar? Do you see me as some dog?" Loki hissed, glaring daggers through Stark.

You sighed. "It would be best if you two didn't bicker, for both of your sanities." You urged, standing up from the desk to walk over to Tony.

"I lost it three years ago." He quipped and gave you a pat on the shoulder. "I'll take over for a while, go talk to Thor in the commons. He said he'd like to talk to you, God business."

He waved his hands dramatically before giving you a smirk. "I'd be quick about it, he's not a happy camper."

What could make Thor so angry if what Tony proclaims is true? You rushed to the elevator, not bothering to say goodbye to Loki. He would have just glared at you with that menacing look that screamed: "rot in hel".

The elevator ride was painfully slow, anticipation tugged at the skirt of your dress with every floor. Finally, the elevator dinged at your arrival, and you swept into the living area. There Thor was sitting, legs and arms both crossed. Tony was right.

He stood to attention, his lip quivering in repression. "Father wants Loki to come back to Asgard immediately, and to be put into the lowest of dungeons until further notice."

Your heart dropped, and your mouth watered from the bile rising in your throat. Everything was a shifting turn of events that made your head spin. Even with Thor's hopeless tone, you knew you had to fight for Loki's redemption.

"You told me we could give him another chance here! You need to barter with your father." You pleaded.

"I've tried, there is no bartering with Gods. You know this."

"Then I will if you won't, for your brother's sake." You frowned. "Give the message to Odin and insist that I will take hold of necessary duties for Loki, and that if anyone is going to keep him out of anyone's hair it's going to be me. I know Odin does not wish to give Loki another chance, but it's also something that can redeem me with Zeus. Tell him that."

You grabbed Thor's hand. "This is the very best possible route for him, caging him as an animal will only turn him even more into one."

Thor sighed, staring straight through you. He was thinking.

"I can only go so far with this, but I will do my very best."

He didn't say another word, instead, he marched towards the elevator with Mjolnir in hand. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you reminded yourself to breathe.

"Good luck Thor, and thank you." You called after him.

He silently nodded, letting the Bifrost carry him away, back to Asgard.

You could only hope you were doing the right thing.

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what

Final Chapter

Masterpost of chapters

Cw: self hate and (non detailed) suicidal ideation but I promise it's not like that the whole way through

1 Hour after the breakup

Not long after Janus had left Remus sobbing on the hotel room floor Remy and Emile arrived to pick him up. As it turned out Janus had been so genuinely concerned about Remus possibly hurting himself whether intentionally or not that he had called the demons and told them Rem's exact location so that he at least wouldn't be alone.

They found Remus surronded by shattered glass as he had thrown every cup into the floor and shattered every bottle on the floor. Not in anger as much as it had been in an attempt to relieve the overwhelming feelings.

Emile had to fly over to him and forcefully pick him up because he at first refused to leave and even after he agreed he still wanted to walk all over the broken glass.

"What do I do without him!?" He sobbed as Remy helped him into the backseat of the car they'd rented.

But by the time Emile had started the car he had already switched to yelling "I'LL FIND JANNIE AND I- I'LL CUT OFF HIS LEGS AND HE WON'T- HE WON'T GET TO LEAVE!"

"Sure girlie" Remy replied with a deadpan look while hugging him.

"HE JUST LEFT!? AND FOR WHAT!!?" Remus sunk deeper into Remy's embrace "I don't know how to live without him"

"It's easy, you just breathe as you always have"

"I don't know how" He repeated.

"You lived for liike 20 years before meeting him-"

"AND I WAS FUCKING MISERABLE THOSE 20 DICKING YEARS! I WANTED TO DIE!"

Remy didn't have any response to that and decided to simply hug him harder.

-

It turned out that Emile and Remy had actually been dreaming about moving to Earth for quite some time despite both having believed it would never happen. To the point that Emile had a binder filled with printed out pictures and collages of what their apartment could look like and lists of which citys had the most lively deaf community.

Therefore as soon as the managers weren't able to hinder them anymore they started the moving process. Roman apparently knew a good estate agent that they got in contact with and not less than a week after they got the keys to their brand new home.

Emile bought flowers to fill the windowsills with while Remy fought with the screwdriver to put the ikea furniture together. Em finally had enough space to start collecting cartoon plushies and Remy had an actual closet to put their clothes in. Em started to volunteer at the local library and came home with his arms covered in snot from kids who'd climbed into his lap while Remy tested out as many restaurants as they could in preparation to know the best places to take Em on date nights.

It was as close to a fairytale happy ending as real life could get, except for the depressing elephant in the living room and that elephant was named Remus.

For several days he laid there on the newly bought couch as lifeless as a corpse. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep and he didn't speak.

"Girlie?" Remy asked while poking his cheek. They had scooted onto the arm rest "How you doing?" They rolled over on top of him.

Remus started to move his hands into signs but Remy grabbed his hands and rubbed their thumbs against his palms "You can like talk. I can lip read. Like you remember you can talk to demons right? Your voice is back girlie"

".....Sure"

"Okay"

He didn't say anything more. His eyes were like muddy water but Remy thought he at least didn't look like he was starving, that was always something.

"Okay so like me and Emmi were thinking of going out for the night so just like don't burn anything down?...Or like if a fire would make you feel better you can start like one tiny fire but keep it in the sink please"

"Mhhmmm"

Not even the opportunity to start a fire excited him, this was badddd "I'll like tell you if I see any particularly nasty rodent"

It barely even got a nod from Remus.

-

A few days later when Remy passed the living room on their way to go to a rollerskating class they got surprised to see that the tv was on, but they had to quickly cover their eyes when they saw an intruder try to stab scissors into a pregnant woman's belly.

"What in the Wrath circle are you watching!? I'm like happy you're doing stuff but Why tHAT"

They sadly had to open their eyes to read Remus' lips "A human movie"

"Human?" Remy wrinkled their nose "Don't you totally hate human media? Stinky poo poo humanws y'know? Saying I was kissing human ass for liking Britney?"

Remus sat confused for a while before remembering he had had a life before Janus. He shrugged and said "Guess I just got different taste"

"Yeah..." Remy crossed their arms and just kinda looked at him for a few long seconds "I guess you have"

The words hadn't been spoken in an angry way or even a standoffish way but still after Remy had left Remus sat still in the living room and sudenly felt like he was invading a stranger's home just as much as that lady was invading the pregnant woman's house.

-

Emile tried to push him to go outside or at least put his head outside the window for a few minutes to get some fresh air, hell even walking circles in the apartment would be enough, until he was practically begging but Remus couldn't.

The sun hurt his eyes and the sounds coming from the neighbors was sometimes enough to trigger a migraine. He couldn't imagine how it would feel if he was outside, but he didn't want to tell either of them about his migraines either. He was the one who had set his fingertips on fire for fun and jumped off trees to hear his ankles crunch so he assumed no one would take him suffering from migraines seriously.

And as the days passed and Emile kept asking and kept checking up on him his expression never changed and his voice never wavered but Remus could tell it was tiring for him. After decades of having to abide by rules they were finally free and here Remus was dragging them down. Forcing them to live around him. Literally making them have to take up less space on their own goddamn couch.

One afternoon Emile came over to him with that same smile that was always plastered over a look of pity "Rem-bem honey could you maybe move out of the living room just for today? You can go sit in our bedroom right? We're having guests- OH of course you can sit with us and have dinner but I just assumed maybe you wouldn't have the energy you totally can if you-"

"It's cool" Remus waved off his rambling "I'll just slug my way over there. I can become the monster hiding under your bed"

"Thanks!" Emile pulled him into a hug but it felt hollow.

A few days after that Remus found out from overhearing a conversation between the couple that the guests that came over had actually been a party with Remy's new fellow deaf friends congratulating the fact that since they could finally stay on Earth for more than a day at a time they had been able to contact a doctor about getting hearing aids.

(Of course for the humans they just said they'd finally found a doctor regarding hearing aids)

He wasn't really sure why Remy hadn't told him, maybe he seemed too conceited right now. Or maybe they had told him and he had just been zoned out.

He hid his head under pillows while hearing Emile and Remy dance around in the kitchen in the middle of the night and wanted to snap his fingers in two every time he heard them kissing. Was it really that much of a mystery why they wouldn't want to share their happiness with him.

The hearing aids didn't give Remy the ability to understand what people were saying but it did make them able to hear low bass tones. If they put their head near Emile's they could hear the lower parts of his voice and when resting on his chest they could even make out his heartbeats.

They excitedly came home to Remus and showed the aids off in their bright blue sparkly glory but as soon as the endorphine high dropped off Remus saw how their expression saddened a little every single time they looked at him.

It was that night while Remy and Emile were out at a concert that Remus wrote a note, fluffed up the pillows on the couch and left.

-

1 year after the breakup

Remus ended up at a nudist weed farm mostly as a result of him having discovered that half a bowl and a joint made his migraines disappear, and also made him lose feeling in his toes but it was worth it.

The days passed by in a hot breeze with Remus busy at work as the appointed fertilizer expert. He spent the days throwing cow shit at the ground and collecting the most rancid pieces of rotten food for his fertilizer pile. The sun stood tall and he quickly turned several shades darker and his freckles became prevalent all over his body.

The only person who could stand to be around the demon while he worked was a human called Peaches. She wasn't crazy enough to actually help him but she would sit beside him and they would take turns in rambling. English wasn't her native language either which ironically enough made it easier for them to communicate. She'd spent her teen years on shock & gore sites and while she didn't look at those anymore Remus thought it was fascinating to hear about them.

The residents of the weed farm all lived in a communal ranch with sleeping rooms that had been filled to the brim with bunkbeds. There was rarely enough space to have privacy and in a way it felt familiar to the quarters in Hell. They woke up with the sun and Remus got high before he had a chance to think and drank more for breakfast than ate. He worked until his arms ached and kept himself busy with horror movies the rest of the time. He'd started watching chronologically.

Six months passed in the blink of an eye and he was onto year 1946 of horror movies.

Remus got close to a guy who had a kink for sleeping which obviously the succubi was excited about because that meant he could slumber through the awful feeding time, but the problem was that the guy was too kind. After the sex when he woke Remus up he was simply too nice, too caring when he scrubbed him off in the shower and too careful about not pushing any of his boundaries. Remus felt ill afterwards and had to make up for the nice things by scratching at his skin or biting his nails until they bleed which got annoying. Which was why he broke it off with the guy and started to prefer prowling for food at the parties.

Once a week the people who wanted drove to the ocean and skinny dipped and on weekends there were almost always parties.

Ironically enough for a nudist colony the parties were one of the few times when most of them dressed up. Not only because outsiders often came to join them but mostly because when they're used to seeing everyone naked being clothed suddenly become something erotic.

The succubi's plan was easy: Get so drunk and high that he blacked out and then hope that by the time he woke again someone would have used him.

Annoyingly enough he kept waking up tucked under a blanket in a bed with a bucket next to him or on the couch with a post-it note stuck to his forehead telling people to keep off of him because he'd blacked out.

In retaliation he stole a white t-shirt and used black marker to write "Cumdump" on it because he was nothing if not succint and eloquent.

At the following party he blacked out within the first 15 minutes and came back with his head hung over the toilet puking his guts up. The scent of a fellow succubi made him in a blur ask.

"Ro-Ro?"

He dug his fingers down into the tiles to pull himself across the floor and teared up when he felt a demon tail caress his cheek. But when his eyes cleared all he saw was a stranger balancing on the edge of the bathtub to blow their cigarette smoke out of the tiny bathroom window.

"Didn't know we could vomit that much to be honest" The sucubi said in their native language.

"Why're here?"

"What?" A smile played on the edge of their lips "Like this is your territory? Have you pissed all over it or something? I heard there was a party, just looking for fun"

Remus nodded and curled down on the floor to keep the rest of his insides inside.

"Have you been to Hell in a while?" The stranger asked "Patton returned. THE Patton. With a human that had turned into a demon. It's chaos. But like the managers aint managing, at least not right now, you don't gotta do this shit if you don't wanna"

"Whatchaaa mean?!?! Im also here for fUNN!"

"Uh-huh. well either way you're ruining the vibe so im outa here. Just like wanted to tell you in case you somehow had mixed the societal change of the century"

"Ahchtually! I dathed that human turhned demon!" Remus slurred out.

The stranger just laughed "You're funny. You should try to become a comedian instead of being miserable here"

The succubi finshed their cigarette before they extended their wings and left while Remus crawled into the bathtub and fell asleep.

No one at the nudist colony said anything to him directly but he could tell that they started to look at him differently. He recognized it immediately because it was the exact same that his fellow succubi used to look at him in Hell. He felt their eyes burning into his back and he knew they could tell he was unable to function properly. Everyone could tell.

People who had offered him a puff of their joint before stopped and everyone spoke in gentler tones to him. Had they had a secret meeting about him?? On the day leading up to the party one of them even asked "Y'know I've heard there's going to be a really pretty uhh moon thingie tomorrow. If maybe you want to stay up outside and watch that"

They said it with a smile but he knew they were just looking for an excuse for him to not go, but of course he still did.

When he stumbled into the kitchen the guy handing out drinks visibly got a look of worry and at first held the tray of shots away from him. But Remus hung around them like a gremlin until they relented and let him drink.

Remus ended up half passed out on a chair in the hallway. The music and echoes of people talking beat through the thin walls and made his head spin. If he focused all of his attention he could wiggle his fingers a little but that was it.

He fell in and out of conciousness and waited for someone to take him, and susprisingly somebody actually did.

"Ro-Ro?" He mumbled.

"Nope"

His head lolled to the side as he got carried up the stairs but slowly recognized the broad shoulders and the still warm sun kissed skin as being Peaches. She carried him into one of the upstairs bedroms and laid him carefully into a bottom bunk and tucked him in.

With his eyes closed he heard her fill a glass of water and put it beside the bed followed by the floor creaking as she turned to leave.

Before suddenly the sound stopped and she stood still for a few hesitant moments followed by a shifting of the bed and she climbed in to sit beside him.

A slight feeling of feeding came over Remus and he relaxed his body to make himself drift off before anything happened.

But the feeding wasn't disgusting.

Peaches leaned forward and simply pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head before backing off.

And it tasted like ripe fruit salad on a hot summer's day. The feeding was as pleasant and filling as when Janus had kissed him.

Remus' eyes shot open and he struggled to sit up "Peach?" He slurred.

She froze as if she had been caught stealing the crown jewels "You- You weren't asleep??!"

"Your kissy?"

"We shouldn't talk about this now! You're drunk and- and if I confess I would want you to remember it! We'll talk more tomorrow okie!?" She hurried to leave the room.

Remus was left with a half filled stomach and a smudged lipgloss stain in his hair.

He had fed.

He could feed in a way he enjoyed on someone who wasn't Janus.

Janus wasn't the piece he was missing.

With his head spinning he laid back down and drew his wings around himself to shut the world out.

-

"I have had a crush on your for uhm a few months now" Peaches covered her face with her hands "I was planning on taking you out on a picnic and I was going to make cute little cookies shaped like chopped off fingers!-"

"That would be cute" Remus agreed.

"But I mucked it up!"

Remus reached out and intertwined his fingers with hers and instantly felt that feeding feeling again "I still think we can have that picnic"

"Really!?"

"Really!"

-

Instead of going to the party that weekend Remus had a picnic. He impressed Peaches by climbing into a tree and catching a bird with his hands and listing every bug species he knew. By the end of it his stomach was stuffed and he had expected to throw half of it up once Peaches asked to be intimate but when the finger cookies ended and the sun went down she just packed the picnic together and asked if he wanted to walk back together.

Remus could feel a migraine coming on so he declined but happily waved her off.

He lit a joint and laid down with his back on the grass and felt the ants crawl across his legs until it tickled. He poked at his stomach before excitedly wiggling his toes around. He had the energy to commit at least like 5 entire crimes.

"She's a human" A voice whispered from behind a tree.

The sounds of bones cracking rang out as a skeletal hand came forward followed by the rest of the stumbling skeleton remains of Roman. Remus started to back away at the sight of his brother's hollowed out cheeks and blaring dark eyes.

"Her life will be over before you can blink and you want to waste her precious time?!" Roman spat out "Just to feed selfishly!? Every second she spends with you she can spend on something that will actually make her happy!"

Remus backed into the cold embrace of Janus who dug his fingers down into his shoulders. His skin had turned ash from loss of blood and the tips of his limbs were blue. There was still blood pouring from the wound in his neck.

"You are going to ruin her life just as you ruined mine" Janus whispered into his ear.

"I haven't even asked her to spend time with me!" Remus threw out as an excuse.

"Good, so she won't care when you leave"

"I like it here!"

"You don't deserve this" Roman said as he bent down to pin Remus to the ground "You left me in Hell! With the manager! I'm ruined now because of you! I'll never be happy again! While all you got was some headaches!"

"You killed me!" Janus snarled "And forced me to live in a body I don't want! No one would ever want to be a demon! But you forced me!"

Remus tried to cover his ears but Janus wrestled his arms back.

"And you can't even respond to Remy and Emile's text messages! You just let them worry! You can't even bother to pretend you're alright! No wonder your brother will never speak to you again"

"You should never have been created. You were just the leftovers of me!"

"The only thing you're able to be is a burden, a nuisance, a liability, a headache, a problem-"

Remus snapped awake as an ant crawled over his face. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his ribs ached from how fast his heart had beaten.

Just to be sure he looked around the woods so there were no Romans or Januses hiding before he ran back to the farm. He stuffed his pockets full of weed and wrote a letter to Peaches explaining that he had been possesed by the devil and had to go to catholic capital to get an ultra exorcism, before quietly slipping out of the window and leaving. In the back of his mind ideas babbled on about how the feeding had worked, if he could go on a date and feed or kiss a stranger at new years. But the front of his mind shut it down. He didn't deserve it.

--

2 years after the breakup.

Remus had no plans left so he just walked along the road going away from the farm. And he kept walking. And walked. And walked. And got a few lifts in exchange for blowjobs that kept him alive. And walked. Until the temperature shifted from sunny to humid to chilly winds.

As a hobby he taught himself how to catch fish with his teeth and started to daydream about ending up in Alaska and becoming neighbors with a family of bears. He would let the baby bears gnaw on his ankles for fun to test out their fangsises and once it turned to winter he would huddle down among the bears, rub his face into their fur, fall asleep and never wake up again.

There would be no humans out in Alaska and no way for people to find him ever again. He could become bear food followed by bear poop and then finally dirt and that dirt would latch itself so far underground that no human being would ever be able to touch him ever again.

Once he ran out of weed to keep his migraines at bay he became unable to walk most days. He just found a nice place on the side of the road to lay down to pretend to be roadkill and every time a passerby stopped to check if he was corpse he would jump up and scare them.

He didn't sleep for fear of seeing Roman or Janus in his dreams again, but he could still feel Roman if faintly which meant he was on Earth somewhere.

-

In exchange for a blowjob Remus had gotten some painkillers, weed and also enough food to last him at least half a day without passing out so instead of pretending to be roadkill again he spent the day walking. Every step he took he pictured a big burly bear to remind himself of his goal and with each step his heart grew warmer until it was glowing in the same way it did when he and Roman were close together.

A car stood on the side of a road at the top of the upcoming hill and for a moment Remus considered sneaking through the woods to get ahead of the car to do his roadkill trick but as he got closer he heard songs from the little mermaid playing through the car's rolled down windows. With horrible taste in music like that he shouldnt be making the poor peoples lives harder he thought.

Remus was not a very smart person which was why it took him until he had reached the top of the hill and got hit by the sweet scent of an Angel that he realized these weren't strangers.

Just as he was about to turn and run the car horn honked "Here I park at the perfect spot to surprise you and you take ages walking like a bitching grandpa!" Roman said as he stepped out of the front seat of the car.

Virgil scooted over and waved at Remus through the open window while Remus backed away.

Remus held his hands and tail up while backing "Okay bro I get that you wanna enact some sweet revenge on me but my energy levels is in the dirt so could you just let me find some quick food and then we can fight to the death and i can let you win"

"Revenge?" Roman took off her heart shaped sunglasses and looked at him "Remus it's June 4th"

"Yeah great day for revenge whatever! Very thematic! Very dramatic!"

"Bro it's our creation-day"

At this point Virgil had gotten out of the car as well and had moved to stand a bit behind Roman with a just as concerned look on his face.

"I get it! Take me out on the same day I was made yeah very cool" Remus blabbered on.

Roman and Virgil shared a look before Ro asked "Genuienly what the hell are you talking about? It's our birthday! I know I didn't come see you last year but I was still working through my shit. But bro-bitch it's a lot harder to hold a grudge when you're no longer miserable"

"You....You sure you're not holding a knife or bomb or something behind your back?"

Remus flinched at first when Roman got close but couldn't help but lean in as she hugged him. He rubbed his cold dirty face against his brother's coat and smeared mud all over it.

"When Emile told me you'd left I assumed you'd joined the black market or started stealing from the louvre or become a graffiti artist, not walking around some backroad in nowhere. Don't tell me this is all you've been doing?" Roman asked while still keeping his hands on Remus' shoulders.

"Nahh. I spent some like some time at this...place. But I'm just....getting really into bears right now....."

"The animal or?"

"Animal"

"Huh"

The air went stale between the three of them which wasn't helped by a lone tractor slowly passing them by. Remus eyed his brother up and down. She still didn't have the same full figure she used to before everything happened but she looked healthier now, like she was capable of opening a jar of pickles on her own again.

Virgil had visibly rubbed off on her because she'd moved on from being inspired by the rococo period to being inspired by the victorian era with dramatic eyeliner and a pin in her hair made to look like a gothic umbrella. The emo looked pretty much the same, his hair had grown a bit longer but that was about it, except for his usual dark color scheme being broken up by a bright red hoodie. At first Remus assumed he had just gotten into the color red before in horror realizing that was most likely one of Roman's hoodies that the angel had taken as his.

"Are you two?" Remus pointed beteween them.

"We're part-time roomates" "We're in a queer platonic thing"

Remus let up into a bastardly little grin "You didn't let me finish! I was uhmm actually going to ask if you're fucking"

Roman didn't dignify him with an answer, instead just smacking him at the back of the head.

She sniffed in the air "Are you...high?"

"I don't even have my wings out bro, How could I be high up"

She shifted her jaw to give him a look of annoyance before shaking her head and turning around "I can't do this. Virgey let's go" She started to walk away "I was just coming to say happy birthday anyway!"

Virgil seemed confused at the very sudden shift. He grabbed Roman by the wrist and whispered to her "What's going on?"

"He always did- does this! Just wrecks himself because he has to feed and he always, always, expected me to come take care of him and clean him up and literally clean up his mess and I am not doing that again!"

"Okay" Virgil knew that being reminded of his life in Hell was triggering for Roman but he could also tell that Remus shouldn't be left alone to his own devices right now "Okay. But I want to talk to him too. You go to your happy mindplace princey and give me like five minutes"

"More like my frustrated mindplace" Roman muttered.

"No" Virgil poked him at the temple "Your happy one"

Roman couldn't say no when Virgil made that grumpy face of his so she rolled her eyes before waving her hand "I'll be over there"

"Sure"

"He isn't storing a massive brother killing sword in his car is he?" Remus asked as Virgil came over.

"No, that he keeps at the apartment"

The angel casually wrapped one of his wings around Remus' back to shuffle him over to the car. Virgil sat down crosslegged on the hood of the car and tapped on the space beside him.

Remus wrought his tail between his hands while his eyes nervously flickered between Virgil and his brother "How's she doing?"

"He's doing better" The angel pointed to Roman who had hunched down in the woods beside the road and was smacking a stick around "Look he's probably imagining he's beating you in a knightly duel right now to get his anger out"

"Yeah that sounds like something he'd do"

"Dude she was like really looking forward to seeing you again, and like nervous but that's just because you're both bloody wrecks"

"She's only a wreck 'cause of me" Remus mumbled.

"If he isn't mad at you the only person you're helping by making yourself miserable is you" Virgil rolled one of the longer strands of his hair around his fingers "I was doing the same. Making myself sad and shitty all the time because I thought that was gonna make it up to Jannie somehow but Jannie is who knows where! On the other side of the bloody earth probably, so the only one me being shitty impacts is me and like at some points it just becomes an excuse doesn't it? Like yeah now I can spend all my time self pitying and not doing anything 'cause of this other person and there's totally nothing I can do about it"

"Sounds about right"

"No! It's not right"

"Sure, whatever you say Angel"

It turned quiet for a while and Remus noticed that Virgil had sewn patches onto the hoodie. Vampire bats, emo bands and witchy cats all mixed together. There was also a pride flag. It was tiny, but a pride flag nonetheless.

"Have you heard anything from...Y'know?" Remus couldn't hold himself from asking any longer.

Virgil visibly tensed up a little just thinking about Janus "Well I haven't...but Roman hasn't been able to keep it a secret that Jannie has called her"

Remus jumped in his seat "WHAT?!"

"He just wanted to check how I was doing, and then after you two broke up I know he called Roman about it, warned you might not be doing good. And like Ro was still kinda bitter about you but he would have run out to get you if Emi and Remy hadn't offered to do it first. So..."

"Nothing more?? Do we know where he lives? Where he is-"

"He doesn't want to be contacted by us and you know that"

Remus wilted into a sad sack but nodded "Yeah I know"

"But clearly there's still some care there, innit? I mean I guess...I guess just knowing he cared enough to call Ro is enough.." Virgil stared down at the ground and both of them knew the other knew that they desperately just wanted Janus to reach out again. "But uh" Virgil fake coughed "How're you doing?"

"I am having suicidal tendencies associated with bears" Remus blurted out.

Virgil's pushed his bangs aside to show how wide his eyes were "Uhm...wow...okay. Like serious?"

He shrugged "Seriousness not something I do"

"Uh-huh"

"Also I've just been walking for like a month now"

"Where?"

"To the bears!"

"You- you're homeless?"

"My home is with the bears-"

"Fuck it's not dude"

Once he started to spill he couldn't stop "Also I'm not high just cause of the feeding. I've been having sucky migraines ever since the manager kicked my ass- you werent there but it happened right before Ro stabbed him- and I was close to killing people or chewing off my fingers but I just smoked some instead"

A second ticked by as Virgil visibly thought before his eyes went even wider "FOR TWO YEARS!?"

"Well they're not like constant-"

"Bro don't give me that bullshit. Just like Jannie telling me his back pain isn't constant. so he didn't need a cane. Wait here"

"Okey dokey emo daddy"

Virgil flew over to Roman and in a hushed voice explained the situation. Remus couldn't hear it but he could tell by the fact that every time Roman looked over to him her expression had turned more and more alarmed. In return Remus made silly faces at her.

"You could've led with being homeless you brainless bacteria" Roman said as he and Virgil came back. "You're coming with us"

"Coming with you two?! I thought you two could make the other come all fine without my help!"

"Bro shut up"

In response Remus made fart noises. Roman whacked him over the head again before pushing him into the backseat of the car. He had to be reminded thrice before he put his seatbelt on and as soon as he had sat down his legs started to feel all gooey.

As the car began to drive he watched the backs of Roman and Virgil and imagined that it was something similar to this that Janus must have seen before the car crash happened.

A playlist of disney I want songs droned on until an alarm on Virgil's phone went off "30 minutes gone by. My time to choose the music"

His hand was halfway to the speaker when Roman nudged his finger "Nu-huh! It's my biiirrtthh-creeaation-daayy. I choose the music"

She took Virgil's hand and pressed a kiss to the top of his wrist "Eyes on the road princey"

"I have two eyes"

"And I have one fear of crashing"

Roman pressed another quick smooch to his skin before letting go, he instead casually put his hand on the side of Virgil's thigh.

The first annual winner of the Patton prize in non human ingenuity had been the demon that figured out that the doors connecting Hell and Heaven to Earth could be built wider and thus let cars go through into Hell, make a U turn and drive out of any garage they wanted to on Earth. Therefore the drive that would have otherwise taken hours only took 45 minutes before Roman stopped outside Virgil's apartment. Before the angel stepped out of the car Ro took his hand.

"Hey I had that Chicago revival I was going to today remember? I'll come sleep over though"

Virgil pressed his thumb down against Roman's warm skin "You've been talking bout your birthday Chiacago show for like a month. I remember"

"Coolio. I'll buy cake, okay bro?" She sent a smile to Remus who did a tired thumbs up before the car rolled away.

Virgil didn't allow Remus inside until he had water hosed himself. An entire pinecone came out of his hair and at least 4 layers of dirt dislocated from his skin.

The apartment hadn't started off as Virgil's but had instead been shared between him and Roman as they lived together but over the last year Roman had slowly tried to get back to the nomadic lifestyle that she preferred. At first she would only be gone for a day at a time but since Virgil had never lived alone even those short bursts of time made him have panic attacks, so Ro stayed with him until he adopted Beetle.

Beetle (short for beetlejuice) ran up to Virgil as soon as he opened the door, her long ears flapping and tail waging. She didn't jump up on him but she did nudge her snoot against his hand.

"I didn't know you had a third in your relationship" Remus blurted out without thinking.

"Gross"

The apartment was medium sized with the entrance being directly tied to the living room which looked exactly like one would imagine a mix of Roman and Virgil would look. It was connected to a kitchen area, the bathroom and two separate bedrooms. Near the couch laid an extravagant dog bed and bowls for food and water, all three of which were visibly the most expensive things in the room.

Beetle seemed watch Virgil's reaction to Remus being there before deciding that the stranger was chill and allowed to be here. So she walked back to her doggy bed and her bone. She was a therapy dog trained to patients with debilitating anxiety. Virgil still had trouble with living alone for more than a week at a time and felt guilty for tying Roman down like he did (despite the demon assuring him that she enjoyed the domestic down time). Having Beetle around at least made it possible for him to leave the house without the fear of being completely alone in case he had a panic attack.

Remus immediate reaction was to crabwalk over to the dog and growl at her in an attempt to speak Dog but Virgil pulled him away by his tail "Dont harass her or I'll kick you out"

"If I behave nicey can I also get bone?" Remus fluttered his eyelashes.

"No"

"Can I get boned?"

"No!"

Remus splat down onto the floor and kicked his legs around so that he went in a circle "Then what can I do???!?!??!? AUUGHGHGHHG MISERY! BOREDOM! DISTRESS! OTHER WORDS!!" Before suddenly sitting straight up again "So why you not go with Ro on the Chimamgo thingie?"

"My social battery needs to charge for an event like that and besides I wouldn't leave you alone in my home with my Beetle"

"Fair" Remus picked at his mustache "But it's not only that innit?" He mimicked his accent.

Virgil sighed but conceded "Janus would have loved seeing a Chiacago revival"

"Yeahhh, there it is. Come here middle sized boy" Remus waved his arms around to welcome him into a hug but Virgil turned directly away from him and just pointed to one of the bedroom doors instead.

"You can stay in there. It's Roman's room but he doesn't sleep so you should be able to use it as well.......And I understand you're in pain but please go outside when you smoke, okay? Weed makes me anxious just thinking about and I don't want the smell stuck in the walls. If you need money for it I'm sure Ro will give you some"

"Hey already throwing me into my own room! I haven't even had time to go thru the apartment and make sure it's suitable for Roman! I haven't even gotten time to interrogate on you on whether you serve my bro!"

Virgil rolled his eyes "Just take the room and stop joking around please"

"Okey dokey pale-guy"

Opening the door made a cloud of Ro's perfume explode into Remus face which caused his eyes to water. There was a conspiracy board on one of the walls with printed out pictures of every Disney film and red string connecting them. The demon looked to Virgil who shrugged and said

"He needs something to do when he's here. He's not a homebody like me"

Remus bounced on the bed to test it out and it was indeed pretty much unused. There was a chafflon in the room so that must be where Roman did his dramatics. The succubi sat down froglegged on the edge of the bed and patted his lap.

"Wanna close our eyes and pretend the other is Jannie while kithing?" He asked with a toothy smile, half eyeing Virgil for a reaction and half serious.

"Some of us are trying to move on"

"Really?"

"Yes"

"Reeeaaalllyyy?"

"I am remembering why I dislike you" Virgil rolled his eyes before glaring at Remus in his pitiful state, trembling slightly from hunger "And also dude I am quite sure if I were to sit in your lap-"

"My penith would break in two"

"Something like that" Virgil sat down on the bed "So you're sitting in mine"

-

One make out session later Remus rolled over onto his back and tapped at his full tummy while humming. Virgil used the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away any saliva stains and checked his breathe so it didn't smell like weed. He pulled his hoodie up to hide any and all hickeys.

His brain fired up it's usual overthinking "You know you and your brother aren't similar like at all. I just- What I'm saying is that if someone mistook you two they would have to do it intentionally. Maybe when I met Ro and you were both starving and miserable and not taking care of yourselves I could maybe get mixing you up but now? You look so different! Like I just wanted to sorta y'know just make sure you knew I'm not kissing you because of Ro. I am like attracted to you two in very different ways for very different reasons"

As Virgil had been babbling Remus hadn't been listening. His eyes had stagnated on the printed out picture of Ariel on the wall until he suddenly rapidly blinked back to reality with his expression hardening.

"Sssooo" Remus kicked his legs in the air "Which twin is the better kisser?"

Virgil glared at him "Dude I'm not even dignifying you with an answer. Were you not list-"

The succubi crawled a little closer to him and nibbled at his arm "What, you don't want some twin on twin action? Some threesome stuff? No sha-"

"Dude honestly I get that you got a weird sense of humor but I don't get humor in this" Virgil replied while forcing him off "I think this is some weird type of self harm you're doing because Ro has let me know how much you both hate that whole topic of uhh like twin incest kink stuff, and I don't like you dragging me into it"

"You admit to wanting to die by bear 1 time and suddenly bitches accuse you of self harming!"

"That 1 time was like 2 hours ago!!"

Remus rolled his eyes and poked his toe into Virgil's side "Romans not here. We can do something more than kissing"

"You're making me uncomfortable dude"

The succubi just pushed closer "Well maybe you shoulda left me by the road then"

Virgil stood up from the bed with his face turning slightly red "I'm- Dude I don't get what you're doing but I'm just gonna leave the room now-"

"Then I'm gonna follow you into the next room"

"Not funny"

"I think very funny. You gonna have to kick me out if you want to stop"

Virgil squinted "Is this pay-back for the time I kissed you? I'm sorry but you can stop being weird now"

Bettle pushed into the room and started to walk circles around Virgil's leg and even stood up on her backlegs to push her paws against his waist.

"Thanks Bebe" Virgil mumbled while patting her on the head but she kept pushing her paws into his legs until he sat down on the floor.

She let out a low but serious growl towards Remus.

"Didn't know she was a guard dog"

"She's not, but she can tell when my heartbeat raises"

Remus shriveled up on the bed. He'd wanted to annoy Virgil so he would kick him out, not elicit genuine anxiety responses "Sorry"

"It's fine or whatever" Virgil patted Beetle who had laid herself across his legs to prevent him from getting up until his heartrate was back to normal "I was kinda expecting something like this when I let you come over"

"Then why did you?"

Virgil shrugged "Because you're a strange fucked up thing but you still don't deserve what you give yourse-"

The front door slammed open which made Virgil jump and Beetle stand up at first in a tense stance before she sniffed in the air. In a second she practically turned into a big puppy as she happily barked (without leaving Virgil's side). Roman entered the room in such a quick pase that he slid across the floor and hit the wall.

"GUYS- Oh hi Beetle. Pretty girrrrll. Yess you arreee. Pretty princess" He let her lick his palms "GUYS YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHO I JUST MET AT THE CHICAGO REVIVAL"

"Lucifer Satan" "One of the many many many guys you know"

"NO!- Well Yes I did met one of the guys I know- BUT" She did a dramatic pause and in that dramatic pause she noticed the situation "wait why are you on the floor" She quinted "Those marks on your neck aren't from me"

Remus held his hands up "You caught me. I am stealing your part-time roomate"

"Okay well I don't care if you kiss him but I do know what Virgil being on the floor means so" Roman put Remus in a headlock and forcefully tidied up his hair.

"NOOOO not my beautiful hair messsss!"

"That's what you get bitch-bro"

Virgil waved his arms to get their attention "Who did you meet? Don't leave us hanging here"

"Oh" Roman gave Remus a final sibling smack before letting go "I met Janus"

Beetle instantly snuggled up against Virgil as his face tensed up so hard that his teeth gritted together "He does love Chicago"

"DiD he Talk to you???" Remus gasped it out so quick he stumbled over the words.

"He did. He wished me a happy birthday..when I told him it was my birthday. He had been planning on sending me a letter anyway so he- Well he wrote it quickly and gave it to me" Roman took out a folded note from her shirtpocket and handed it to Remus "This is for you"

"Did he say where he lives???"

"Shut up and read it bro"

"All you two do is tell me to shut up, you're so mean" He muttered while taking the letter.

Remus clung to the note and held it to his face to catch any linger of Janus' scent but there were none. While he read Roman sat down next to Virgil and lightly wrapped his tail around the angel's back and pushed him closer so he could lay his head on Ro's shoulder if he wanted to.

"He asked how you were doing so I told him about Beetle" Roman whispered to him "He seemed happy to hear you are doing better"

"Am I doing better?"

"You are" Roman stroked his hand against the side of Virgil's face "I promise you that"

Virgil let her wipe a lone tear away from his cheek "And how was he?"

"He's adopted a snake and is trying to learn sign language"

The angel smiled faintly "He's wanted to name his first snake Virginia for a while now. Partially because it's sorta similar to my name. It would be his tiny lil snake Virge"

Roman held him closer "Well I for one would lovvvee to have my own lil snake Virge, if Snakes weren't creepy crawlies obviously"

-

The note went as follows:

Happy Birthday Remus. I think we are both older than we thought we would live to be and isn't that lovely

I was back in England recently to see the national threatres version of Crave by Sarah Kane. It reminded me of you, maybe not the writing itself but the show. I think you would enjoy it

This is not an invite to contact me.

A ticket to the show had been taped to the inside of the note.

A week letter Roman and Virgil dropped Remus off outside the theatre. It had been a quiet week of Remus mostly smoking weed in a nearby park. The times he was in the apartment he spent either sleeping or watching movies on his phone. Every time Virgil or Roman tried to speak to him he threw out every gross joke he could think of until they backed off.

Still he had (in the middle of a high) asked Ro if he wanted to see the play alongside him but she had "Seen Blasted by the same playwright and that was enough for me!". She and Virgil would go have take out and eat it on a nice not noticeable rooftop somewhere. Dinner for Virgil and then dinner for her.

Remus still stupidly held onto the hope of Janus showing up at the show. Standing in the lobby waiting for him or sitting in the crowd, but nothing happened. The show started without any trace of him.

The demon did not like it at first or more accurately he didn't understand it. He still had a hard time keeping up with English when it was more than just a one on one conversation so a play without subtitles and with sophisticated metaphors?? It all went right over his head and up into the atmosphere.

But then the show went on and though the main plot bored him the scenes with the side characters pulled him in. As a man got first his tongue removed, then his arms and lastly his legs Remus became enthralled by how they had done it right in front of him. Things he'd only seen humans do on film before were suddenly just meters away from him.

Flowers grew up from the stage, the show ended and Remus clapped, hottered and hollered like crazy even as the people beside him sideyeed him. The audience left but Remus stayed in his seat with his heart fizzing and popping like bubbles.

Janus had wanted him to see this.

A shudder rang up his back and made him shiver. Remus looked over to his left and expected to see an emaciated Roman or an injured Janus, maybe even a pissed off Virgil.

But as he turned all he saw sitting in the seat next to him was another Remus. A mirror image with his legs rudely splayed onto the seats in front of him and his arms behind his back to make the bones crack. He knew Roman and Janus were doing better. There was no one left to hold him back except for him.

"Great time to run out the door and disappear. Run to the bears" The other Remus spoke in their native language.

"...Feeding off of Virgil is gross but I like kissing him...it's manageable" Remus mumbled back in English "We feed off of Peaches too....Because she liked us....We could-"

Remus slammed his hand down "What we should do is find a sadistic daddy and become a slave. Think about it! We get cut with knives! Whipped probably! Choked! Spat on! And free consistent food! What more could you want!"

"I can-"

"WHAT MORE DO YOU DESERVE?!" It was so loud it reverberated through Remus' skull.

Remus moved his hands up through his hair and gripped onto the bottoms of his horns as his chest heaved up and down, up and down.

"Yeah they're all Trying to be happy. Trying to do better. But if it weren't for you they wouldnt even need to Try! You Ruie-"

"I'M BORED OF IT! IT'S JUST THE SAME PAIN VOER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! IM SICK OF IT! I WANT NEW PAIN AT LEAST! NO MORE BORING FUCKING SEX PAIN, NO MORE BEING SPAT ON FOR 20 YEARS! NOT EVEN ANY WHIPS! IM SICK OF IT! ITS BORING! ITS BORING! ITS BORING!!" Remus yelled.

The yells stuck to the other Remus and made his frail figure start to crumble.

"THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE FELT EXCITED ABOUT SOMETHING IN YEARS! ACTUAL FUCKING YEARS! I FUCKED PEACHES OVER! I'VE GHOSTED REMY AND EMILE! I CREEPED VIRGIL OUT! THIS RUNNING AWAY THING ISNT WORKING! IM STILL HURTING EVERYONE! AND- And I haven't felt emotions this strong since Janus left"

Remus turned to look to his left but the seatings were empty. The lights in the theatre were dimming and the hallway outside had quieted.

He left the theatre and was met with Roman and Virgil waiting for him in the parking lot.

"How was the show snothead?" Roman asked but she soon let up into a shocked gasp as Remus hugged her. She didn't have time to hug him back because he had already backed away.

"You don't happen to know any guys who got contacts within theatre and stuff do you? Who can teach how to do make up and gorey details and special effects?"

Roman shone up and her horns sparkled bright "That play must have been marvelous huh? I think I just might know the perfect guys!"

-----

5 Years after the breakup

"-And I want to thank every single demon, Angel and human here for coming and supporting the opening of the Hellhound sanctuary!" Patton concluded his speech and the crowd roared into applause which made him blush with pride.

Logan stood beside him on the makeshift stage along with Nico the third and a few of the hellpuppies from her recent litter. Behind them acres of grassy plains shaded by trees dragged out, perfect for dozens of paws to run around in. Along with the newly built cottage that belonged to the demon couple. A lot of hellhounds had recently been abandoned whether that be because their owners had moved to Earth or because they had been used by Manager's who now served reformatory sentences.

Someone had to do something about the poor doggy issue! Patton could hardly imagine a better way to live out his life than surronded by bundles of doggies. Logan could imagine funner hobbies but calculating and organising the amount of food and other logistics needed to take care of so many hounds were definitely in his top 10 of funnest hobbies.

Patton squinted when he got off the stage "I hink I see Remus!" He waved his arms around and dashed through the mingling crowd while Logan did the sensible thing and flew slightly over the crowd "REMUS!! REMUS!! LOOKIE! ITS ME! PATTON!"

"Uhm. Hi daddio" Remus responded with the adequate level of awkwardness deserved for a guy who'd been nothing but a spooky myth for a lifetime and an acquaintance at best for 5 years.

Next to Remus was an Angel who had casually looped his arm around the demon's shoulders.

"Patton meet boyfriend. Boyfriend meet Patton" Remus motioned between them.

The older demon gasped and covered his mouth at the sight of young love "Does Boyfriend have a name?"

"I haven't decided on one yet. Guardian Angels were only given numbers yknow. Right now im trying out Eunice"

"Oh, well hello Eunice" Patton cleared his throat before posing with his finger pushing his glasses up "Either of you notice anything...special?"

"......." "....You smell like dog poop"

"Maybe so BUT that isn't it!" Patton held up his glasses "They're real now! No more fake glasses for me, no sir!"

"What, did your eyes start sucking?"

"Yep!"

"It comes with aging" Logan explained "I could explain the science behind it-"

"I'm good blue daddy"

"Yep! I'm the first succubi to live long enough to need glasses" Patton did happy tippy taps "Can't wait to get more wrinkles and saggy skin!!"

"Uhh congrats?" "Happy aging" Eunice and Remus replied.

"He's going around telling everyone" Was the last thing Logan said before getting dragged away by Patton to go tell someone else.

"Do we wanna leave ooooorrr? We just came 'cause you owed them one right?" Eunice asked.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna check if some dudes I know are here. Remy and Emi y'know"

"Oki babe" Eunice kissed him on the cheek before Remus ran through the crowd until he found Emile and Remy.

"BIATCHES!!" He yelled and knocked his tail on Remy's shoulder.

"GIRLIE!"

"REM-BEM!"

The three of them met in a grouphug and jumped around in a happy snuggly circle for a bit. Remus nuzzled his face up between Emile's soft cheek and Remy's leather jacket. The conversation they had wasn't anything special, just catching up. Remy exchanged the latest gossip for Remus' latest love adventures.

"So girl How long Eunice been around?"

"Two months!"

"Wowza"

Remy and Emile glanced to each other before both said at the same time "I'm betting liikkke 5 dollars on it lasting only anotha month" "I'm betting on it continuing for another 2 months!"

Remus pinched Emile's cheeks "Always the optimist. That's why you're broke"

"One of them must have lasted more than 2 months right? Right???" Emile asked.

"Well there was briefly Peaches"

Who Remus had returned to to apologize and who had gone on another date with him but soon after broke it off with him simply because she couldn't trust him again after he had suddenly left.

"Then that ace angel for like a few weeks"

They'd broken up once the Angel saw Remus eat a moldy piece of bread from a public bench and got so disgusted he couldn't kiss him again.

"Then the really niceys demon"

Who had been indeed very nice but not ace and while Remus got to feed off of them in the way he liked most of the time he also went along with the sex stuff. It had been the demon who broke it off because they noticed he didn't like it and while they enjoyed his company they were seeking a relationship that included intimacy.

"Then the one we don't talk about" Remy added in.

"Yeaaahhh"

Who Remus met after relapsing into self harm and had therefore sought out someone with violent kinks who didn't respect boundaries and immediately moved in with them. He'd gotten strangled half to death a few dozen times and reminded himself he deserved it because he'd done the same thing to Janus. He left after his arm had gotten fractured in three different places during a session and his migraines had gotten so bad that they were constant. He'd crashed at Remy and Emile's place where the three of them were able to connect again as friends.

"And the medley of demons you dated for like a week at best"

Remus nodded "Is sad they couldn't take hearing me talk about the gore puke dolls triology because I really liked some of them"

"Oh but you're still together with Virgil!" Emile exclaimed.

"No no! We're not dating! We just kiss recreationally which is nice because he knows to stop when I start feeding off of it! In the non fun way y'know"

Emile grimaced because he didn't quite get it but he nodded nonetheless.

"Let's just hope Eunice goes better. And that uhhh you dont like start discussing the uh gore puke doll things to him"

As the conversation ebbed towards an end Emile suddenly asked "Rem-bem when was the last time you visited Hell?"

"Haven't been since...It all happened"

He smiled "I think you should go, just a lil visit"

"Big agree girl"

-

2 weeks later Emile gave 5 dollars to Remy because Eunice had decided on using the name Janice which led to a messy but ultimately amicable breakup.

Newly single Remus thought What the Hell and went to Hell. He didnt have to say a code to open the door, all it took was laying his hand on the doorknob and it swung open. The light shone warm and inviting.

"Excuse me" An Angel pushed past him through the door. They carried a boquette of roses and a nervous smile on their face.

The entrance to the succubi quarters were no longer baren and white. Instead there were bicycles lined up near the doors along with a large map that showcased the entire quarters. The walls were a bright red with firestreakds at the bottom but he could see that further down the hallway it shifted to orange.

The biggest thing was the huge corkboard plastered on the wall which held dozens upon dozens of posters and ads for events coming up. Just at a quick glance Remus saw an open invite to the Gardening club located in the Envy quarters, a poll deciding which color to make Wall #3631 and photo of where the wall was located and a poster thanking people for helping someone find their missing Hellhound.

As he looked around a group of demons dressed as painters followed by another group dressed as builders walked past. He got curious enough to want to follow but a specific poster caught his attention and his breathe caught in his throat.

"What if you are an Asexual Succubus? No need to panic! Come to the Monthly meeting for all asexual, aromantic or aroace succubi!

Free Coffee & Juice!

Location: T-Hall Time: 17:30 - 20"

Along with the texts were flags similar to the human ones but the color schemes were different since they after all were not human.

The meeting was going to be today.

Like in a daze Remus grabbed one of the paper maps and started walking towards the former meeting room now renamed T-Hall. As he walked he pasted the painter demons making use of their wings to paint one of the walls into a vibrant moss green and soon after passed the builders working on making one of the former cramped sleeping halls into separate apartments.

He passed newly mounted libraries, gardens and even a few storefronts. There was a greed demon selling second hand clothing, a bakery run by gluttonous demons and a pride demon selling self sewn clothing. He passed a gym run by wrath demons and noticed that the pool rooms had signs over the doorframes now. "Hot sauna" "Nudist pool" "Pool/showers(Sex not allowed)" "Pool/Showers (Sex allowed"

Finally he got to the T-Hall and opened the doors that used to lead to the manager but now instead led into....just a normal room. The walls had been painted light blue and chairs had been arranged into a large circle. There were already 50 or so succubi in the room, and one in particular was swarmed by demons trying to talk to them. He guessed that was the event organizer. There was even a manager sitting on one of the chairs who was busy trying to make themself as small as possible, all four arms tucked to their sides and face red.

Remus took a seat near the exit and waited until the meeting started.

"Wow I think this an attendance record! Do we have any newcomers here?"

A few in the crowd raised their tails and Remus did too.

"Great! Well if any of you are new to your identities you can stay behind after we've wrapped if y'all need help with how to feed. Aside from the obvious things like asexual succubi feeding off of the lust for love and aroace succubi feeding off of the lust for companionship. But yes I thought we could start today's meeting with-"

The demon continuing but Remus had stopped listening.

It had been said so casually. Feeding off of Love. Janus' love, Peaches' love, the sweet kisses from people he'd just met while the first sparks flew. It made sense now that he heard it. It felt obvious even.

Maybe if he had ever bothered to talk to humans before he met Janus he could have even figured it out earlier.

He shook his head. This wasn't the time to claw at himself for past mistakes. He was surronded by a room of people who had most likely done similar mistakes.

The words repeated over and over in his thoughts. With the ease it had been said. Feeding off of love. Like it was nothing. Like it was just a thing that happened.

Remus moved his tail tightly around himself, put his head in his hands and let himself cry for the first time in years. A stranger that sat near him put their hand on his shoulder and another handed him a tissue to blow his nose.

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7 years after the breakup

The sixth annual winner of the Patton prize for non human ingenuity had been an Angel who had figured out how to harness Guardian Angel's slight healing ability into a painkiller. The result was a painkiller that was about triple as strong as a human made one. Remus had happily been one of the guineapigs it was tested out on and it was near finalization. He had been given a prescription ahead of the general population and so far it kept the amount of days he spent agonizing in migraine pain down to one day a month. He still wore sunglasses every time the sun stood high, noise cancelling headphones in crowded places and his apartment had to have special dim lights installed but his condition was liveable now. Manageable even.

There had been an ad in the newspaper for a speed-dating brunch so he scurried over to it and got himself a nice big feast before work in the evening.

He spent the inbetween hours between feeding and work to practice the homework he'd gotten from his weekly stunt class which mainly meant he had an excuse to ram himself into a wall for fun.

Finally it got time for work and he felt his tail start to wag as soon as he got close to the theatre. It was a middle sized one but Virgil had promised to come watch since it was the premiere. Roman didn't have time this week but she promised she would come see as soon as she could...even if the play was a bit too horror-y for her liking.

He rehearsed with the actor playing Katurian one last time on how much weight he should put into his arms to make the strangulation look real without hurting his fellow actor. Before throwing a few lit matches into the prop trashcan to make sure it was safe to use on stage.

The demon joined hands with the rest of the backstage crew and nervously hopped around in one big circle as the theatre started to fill with the noises of the audience.

While he wasn't the main make up artist he was the one in charge of adding any and all fake injuries, prosthetics and gorey bits but since the first act didn't have any torture scenes he could chill out backstage for the first 20 minutes and make sure the actor playing Michal's bruising was as realistic as possible.

Remus sat and listened to every gasp or cry of horror that came from the audience with a smile.

In the short interval he sneaked a peek from between the curtains out into the audience. Since Virgil always chose the seats in the darkest corners in the back of the room he couldn't catch sight of the Angel but he could smell him.

He let his eyes wander of the rest of the crowd. Groups in their mid-twenties and old culture ladies mixed with teens who'd heard it was a horror play.

And then there in the front row sat Janus.

He was sipping on a glass of wine he'd bought from the bar and was talking to a man in the seat next to him. He was leaning close enough to infer that the man wasn't a stranger.

Remus heart caught in his throat. His name hadn't been anywhere on the posters so Janus couldn't have known he would be here, right?

The man looked nothing like Remus. Could it be a date? Did Virgil know he was here?

"Hey. Make ups waiting" One of the crewmembers said while tapping Remus on the shoulder.

The demon shook himself off but it only lead to him zoning out. He let his muscle memory take over for the rest of the show. Even when the actor playing Michal hugged him as he got off the stage Remus couldn't fully feel it. All he could think about was how his name was in the credits on the playbill. If Janus read it...

Would Janus even want him to go up and talk to him?

The show ended and the actors bowed for their applause. Remus got shuffled along with the rest of the crew out into the lobby where the actors were busy shaking hands with people. As soon as he got the chance he sneaked off to press himself close to a wall to hide.

He saw the man Janus had been talking with walking up to one of the actors but didn't catch any glimpse of Ja-

"Hey" Janus slid into his view.

Remus didn't just jump. His wings extended and he did a full aerial loop before coming back down to the ground. With his eyes wide and heart racing he looked at Janus.

"Hi. Hi. Hello. You- You are here. And right as we speak a hurricane is probably killing people somewhere out in the world" Remus blurted out.

Janus was still just as beautiful as the last time he'd seen him. He wore a pretty purple silken skirt and a gold button up that matched his golden horns and scars. He had a cane that he leaned on which had tiny snakes engraved into the wood and his hair had been tied back into two afro puffs.

There was a wrinkle next to his mouth left from either laughing or smirking, maybe both.

"I saw your name" Janus said while holding up the playbill.

"Yeahhh. It's like my uhhh 12th show"

"Next will be lucky number 13 then"

"HAH! YEAH! Hope a piano lands on my head! Kills me instantly! Splatter ALL over the stage!"

Janus smiled "I liked the show"

"Well I didn't write it"

"No way!?! I thought for sure you must have!" Janus snarked before chuckling to himself.

Remus noticed that all four of Janus' hands gesticulated when he talked, well except for the one leaning on the cane. And his tail moved every now and then to smooth out his skirt. Being a demon looked so natural to him nowadays.

"Hehe yeaah I just did some of the makeup and special effects and stuff Oh and also I showed the actor how to put the pillow over the other guys face without hurting him!"

Janus' expression twitched into a bit of a grimace "Oh because you have such experience with using pillows as a method of strangulation. I see"

Remus wanted to throw himself into a cementmaker and become a part of the pavement.

"Well anyway, It was nice seeing you darling" Janus moved one of his hands to squeeze Remus' arm but as soon as he did his mouth swung open and he squeezed again "You have muscles now!?"

Remus glanced down at himself and then back up. He had to wear black button ups and full lenght pants as part of the crew waredrob which hid his figure "Yep. Guess I do. Turns out my natural body is actually a lot closer to Roman's and like wider. Stronger y'know"

"Wooow. Who would have ever thought that malnurition did not make a body healthy" Janus pressed in a last squeeze before keeping his hands to himself. It nearly looked like he was blushing.

"The working out also helps. I'm training to be one of them stunt dudes so lotsa running around and throwing heavy shit"

"I bet you do huh. Bet you do. All sweaty and muscly and stuff" Janus looked down into the floor and scratched at his head before looking up again. He seemed a bit lost in thought, or maybe more accurately lost in imagination.

"So were you with a friend or?" Remus interrupted his daydream session.

Janus' normal cold expression returned "Actually Remus I have no obligation to tell you about any of my relationships, and I won't"

"..."

"I hope your 13th show goes well too, genuinely"

Janus turned to leave but Remus exclaimed "WAIt! Wait! Virgil's here! Just- Y'know in case you wanna-"

"Thanks...But I'm not ready"

"Yeah that's- That's- I hope you do good too. And don't get eaten by Alligators or set on fire or anything"

"I would survive it either way" Janus walked away and Remus was left reeling.

After catching his breathe Remus went outside to find Virgil sitting on the side of the stairs leading up to the threatre. Beetle was letting him rest his head against her soft fur which usually meant she had just calmed him down from a panic attck.

"You seen a ghost or something" Remus tried to joke.

"I saw him" Virgil mumbled back "And I froze. Beetle dragged me outside when I started hyperventilating. I thought I'd moved on but just seeing him..."

"He talked to me" Remus said as he sat down next to him "He said he wasn't ready to talk to you either. Don't think it's just you who reacts strongly to the other. But he didn't say he didn't wanna talk to you, just not right now. Do you wanna?"

"Of cou-" Virgil bit his tongue and hesitated before asking "What did he say to you?"

"Oh y'know just that he never got over me and is madly in love with me and all that"

It got a sligtl smile from Virgil which was all Remus wanted.

"Your show was good by the way. Sorry Jan kinda upstaged it just by existing"

"That's his talent"

"Truly"

Remus bumped his shoulder against Virgil's "You forgot somethig"

"Right" Virgil cupped his face "Congrats on the show" And kissed him sweetly.

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9 years after the breakup

Remus fell in love again. It lasted for nearly an entire year this time. He and his partner had even started to discuss moving in together. They were both ace as well. But his partner wanted to move back to Hell but Hell had never been home for Remus nor would it ever be. Besides he was happy with his job at the theatre and thought it could last him another 10 years until someone noticed he wasn't aging. Maybe even 15 years if he dyed the tip of his hair grey.

They broke up.

Remus took a week away from work to stay at Virgil's place. The angel even let him sleep in one of his hoodies, and Remy spent hours on the phone with him just letting him rant until his fists didn't have the urge to tear his own hair out anymore. He just had to keep retelling himself that losing one person that loved him didn't mean that there weren't others who did.

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10 years after the breakup

There wasn't anything special about that day, not even anything peculiar. Not when it started at least.

Remus had gotten his first role in a human movie! It was an indie horror movie filmed near his apartment. He was going to play a zombie and do most of the stunt work. He wasn't an actor but he could froth at the mouth and spit out fake blood. Real blood too!

He had contributed to a few demon made movies before. The biggest genre within demon cinema right now was "human dramas" so most of what he'd helped with was painting demon's horns and tails green as to make them disappear with green screen.

But the shooting of the film was still a few weeks away and therefore for now all he could do was train his body for it. Roman had kept insisting that yoga would be good if he wanted his body loose enough to look like a rotting corpse running around and Remus had finally given in. Roman took him to a scenic mountain and brought yoga mats for the both of them.

"Just imagine your leaning down to reach for your sword!!" She exclaimed while doing a forward fold.

"WHO THE HELL PICKS UP THEIR SWORD THIS WAY!?!?"

"aLRIGHT And now imagine your with your lover but OH No! Evil vampires crash in through the door and you have to swiftly go into action!" Roman continued as she pulled herself into a firefly pose.

"WHAT THE FUCK???"

"And This is when you have to kick someoone in the face!" Roman did a flying crow pose.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY BONES???"

One of the mountain goats started to eat Remus' hair which made him fall over and mercifully Roman thought that was enough for today.

"I do feel more like a Zombie now yeah" Remus muttered while laying with his back on the soft grass.

"Told you so" Roman poked her toe into his rib which made him try and bite at her foot. It just ended with them wrestling which Remus in the end won by putting his nasty fingers up her nostrils.

They hugged and said goodbye for now. Roman was taking Virgil (and the newly turned Hellhound Beetle) to see a movie. Obviously she had pre checked so that the showing was only half sold out because Virgil still couldn't enter a packed cinema without panicking. It was a big step up from ten years ago when he couldn't go to a cinema at all.

Remus had to make dinner by going on Dinge (Demon Hinge) and Blasmphar (Angel Grindr). He sent lovey dovey messages to every handsome fellow he saw and every time he got a flustered response he got about half a hot dogs worth of food.

But when he came into his apartment he noticed that a letter had been stuck through his mailbox which was unusual because the only packages he usually got was either halloween props he'd ordered or CDs from Remy. The letter had been sealed with a personalized seal and the only person he knew who was dramatic enough to have a personalized seal was Roman.

Remus ripped open the letter but quickly noticed this was definitely not Roman's hand writing. oh SHIT he knew TWO people who were dramatic enough to have a personalized seal.

"Hello Remus

Sealed within the paper of this letter is a poison and by touching it you have now been contaminated. You will henceforth die within 5 minutes.

Just Kidding

Please don't try and lick the letter. I assure you there is no real poison"

Remus had just been about to try and lick the paper.

"The thought of meeting you doesn't leave me uneasy anymore. This isn't to say you have to come see me. I won't make you do anything you don't want but I will share my adress. I'm usually home most afternoons but not on thursdays, that's my jazz club evening. Again, only if you want to.

Signed, Janus"

On the bottom of the paper was a neatly written adress. It was in another country but it wouldn't be hard for Remus to get there.

Remus procedded to explode for about half an hour which resulted in his entire apartment looking like it had been hit by a tornado. It was the joyous kind of explosion. Happy flaps and waggy tails and bouncy feet.

His downstairs neighbor came up to complain but that by that point Remus had already taken his bag, put his least smelly clothes on and left.

-

The apartment was near the city centre but not too close to be constantly filled with noise. When Remus looked up he could see the balcony belonging to Janus' apartment. It was overflowing with green plants and a pride flag hung from the window.

Just as he was about to enter the building he suddenly got worried it was rude not showing up without a gift, so he crawled around in the grass for a while until he found a ladybug and trapped it between his hands. good enough. Not too romantic but not too distant either.

A note had been taped onto the door of Janus' apartment. "If you see any dead rodents/Your cat keeps bringing you dead rodents please knock on my door (I have several hungry snakes)"

Having ladybug filled hands did mean Remus had to knock on the door using his forehead but he didn't mind. He did mind what felt like an excruciating long wait for the door to open. The inside of his mouth started to stick together with worry.

The door opened and there Janus was.

"Huh, I wasn't expecting you to come immediately but on second thought mayhaps I should have"

"That's what she said" Remus couldn't stop himself.

Janus didn't exactly break into a smile but the edges of his lips twinged enough to show the edges of his sharp teeth.

"Want to come in?"

"In you? Fuck I mean- In me?" If Remus wasn't holding a ladybug he would have facepalmed.

"Do I make you nervous darling? Or is there a bomb taped to your back?" Janus teased.

"No. Well. I gotya a thingie" He opened his hands and the ladybug immediately got out it's wing and flew away.

"A gift that escapes. You're truly living in the future Remus"

Remus wanted all of his bones to break all at once and to become dust "Yeahhghhhagh"

"Come on, you're letting the oxygen out" Janus shuffled him into the apartment "Take your shoes off"

"Want me to take anythig else oofff?" Remus cursed his nervous rsponse being inuendos.

Janus smirked "See this is how you get in trouble. Talking like this in a strangers apartment"

"Are you?" Remus met his eyes "Are you a stranger?"

"Yes dear, I think I am. That doesn't have to be a bad thing"

The living room housed a huge terrarium which held three long snakes. One was lazing about on a branch while the other two were snakeing (snake snacking) on leftovers from breakfast.

"That's Jane, Virginia and Sylvia" Janus introduced before Remus even had time to ask.

"What's the largest thing they've eaten??" The demon instead asked.

"A Human of course" He snarked back.

"What do you do with their shed skin???? Can I have some??"

"Maybe if you bark nicely"

Janus leant on his cane as he walked over to the living room couch and sat down. The demon hesitated and did a few spins around the room before sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. The coffee table was too littered with books, leftover teamugs and crosswords to actually hold any cofee.

"Sor-"

"I don't need to hear another apology from you Remus"

The demon didn't know what else to say. He looked down at the floor before his eyes got caught on the cane again.

"Even if we're strangers we still got someting in common. Now we're both disabled!" Remus did jazz hands "I got so fucked over by the Manager that one time you uhm DIEd that I've got migraines ever since" He covered his mouth "Ough maybe you don't wanna talk about that shit"

"It's fine. That's...Do you take anything for it?"

"YeaahhH. Weed and also for a few years meds! I'm all gucci now! Hye listen to me! I know what Gucci is! I'm a real English expert!"

Janus' expression softened "That's good. I had a backbrace custom made to fit with my arms but I find that the cane helps too, or at least the future me will thank me for it....And I think I want future me to live as good and as long as he can"

"Well you already know what I've been doing. Putting fake blood on bitches. So" Remus scooted ever so slightly closer and let his big red eyes stare daggers into Janus "What you been doing? Uhm aside from the snakes!"

He began to sign 'For one I have learned sign language'

Remus began too happy flap before remmebering he needed his hands 'Thats SO COOOOOL!!'

'I have also learned French, swahili and I am working on my spanish'

"WOWOWOWOW" He switched 'I still only know English, Demon and sign'

'Eh. I know four. You know 3. Not bad for either, innit?'

'How the fuck did you put a british accent into sign???'

'I never reveal my techniques'

Remus laughed "Y'know for a stranger I feel ease around you...tho I guess I uhm I show my ass and eat trash in front of most strangers so I guess I feel easy around mosta them- BUTWHATELSEYOUDONE??"

"I got to try out my dream job! Which obviously was to be one of those bastards that scam people out of money at amusement parks. I had one of those throwing bottle games and the prizes where gigantic pieces of chocolate. It was a good way to get used to feeding off of misery because nothing is sweater than the misery of a cocky guy who tries to win a dozen times in front of his legion of just as assholeish guy friends just to walk away empty handed"

Janus let out a well rehearsed evil laugh and Remus joined in.

"But that is in the past now. It was amusing for a while but currently am on my 6th year of law school"

"Is that how long humans usually take?"

"No actually it takes 500 years for a human. Or 3 years, but I...I think I like academia....I just did not function within the human system of rigid academia where everyone learns in the same fast pace. Now when I have so many years ahead of me I can create my own pace. I'm not even sure if I want to work within law later or if I just wanted to have the knowledge but I have made a list of other jobs I want to try and Oh- My goal is actually to learn at least 50 languages and obviously also visit every country"

His tail was casually swinging back and forth.

"So...You like being demon?"

Janus took a moment before replying "I like the life I've created for myself and being a demon has helped in that yes. The wings totally don't help at all either. No never. Especially not when my spine hurts too much to walk"

"Goodie!! Good thing I killed you then!"

Remus was a bit surprised to hear Janus burst into a laugh but his heart warmed at hearing it again. His apperance may have changed a bit but his voice was the same.

"There was another thing I wanted to tell you" Janus continued while letting two of his arms lean on the top of the couch.

"That there's Aliens???"

"No. Maybe. Yes actually and the Aliens are called Angels and Demons" Janus leant a bit closer "But seriously-"

"WAIT!! Before...Before serious time I gotta ask" Remus held his hand over his heart "For the sake of my bro....Have you thought about contacting Virge?"

Janus glanced away and poked at the top of his cane "I have. Originally my plan was to make him wait for 17 years because that was the amount of time that he lied to me, but that seems a bit immature now. Please don't tell him so that his hopes don't get raised for nothing but I have played with the thought of seeing him...Maybe...I am not as sure about it as I was about you"

"Okay." He ziptied his mouth "I won't tell him nada!"

"Look at you throwing in spanish too!"

"Hehe yeah I knew a spanish weed smoking girl once sssooo learned some"

Janus patted him on the head "Good boy"

Hearing those words again made a shiver go up through Remus' tail which caused it to raise straight up into the sky. Janus snickered at his goofy expression.

"Lovely to see that you still haven't learned how to hide your emotions"

"HEhe yeaahhgh. That's my Remus charrrmm. What were you gonna say?" He tilted his head and smiled and to his surprise Janus' cheeks went a tad bit red.

He cleared his throat before speaking "I have gotten to know a lot more people and I have a number of men who I met quite regularly if I ever..feel the need so to speak. So"

"Did you invite me over just to brag about how much dick you're getting???"

"Well yes! But also" Janus took Remus' hand in his "I think I'm ready to have a relationship with you again...A Platonic one for now but I...I want to talk to you again...I want to talk to you often...I missed doing so...And I just wanted you to know that I will never ask you to have sex with me ever again! I assure you I am doing perfectly fine in my sex life without ANY of your involvment! Part of why I waited so long to contact you was that I wanted to make sure I was able to- That we were able to be together without being toxic for one another and I hated the way my lust made you feel! I wanted a chance to get to know myself when I was all alone, without any close relationships, but even now when I have become a version of myself that I like I still find myself thinking of you and....and...Well that means something, doesn't it" He ran out of steam "Basically I just wanted to assure you that going forward I won't knowingly feed you any lust, and if I do so accientally I will immediately stop"

Remus blinked "..........It would be so funny if I told you I'm no longer ace right now"

Janus snickered which made Remus chuckle which made both of them laugh.

"I've missed you too Jannie" Remus got out between burst of giggles.

It was a bit unclear of who moved first but it was Janus who locked his arms around Remus in a tight hug and Remus who let his head rest on Janus' shoulder.

They held eachother for a long time.

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5 Years after their reunion.

"Darling be a dear and help me up"

"Yeeesss Sir"

Remus holstered Janus up to sit on his arm so that he could tape a banner spelling out Congratulations onto the wall. He tapped on his boyfriend's head when he wanted to come back down.

It took Remus' brain a second to load before he exclaimed "HEY WAIT! You got wINGS! You don't need me carrying you!"

Janus dramatically pretend to fall into Remus' embrace "Oh but how else could I eveeeerrr get the chance to touch those arms of yours"

The demon happily flexed his arm and let Janus snuggle up against him "You can always just ask Janey-Maney"

"That's my good Remus-Bemus"

"ZIP IT WITH THE MIDDLE SCHOOL FLIRTING!!!" Roman interrupted from the other side of the room. "DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE IN THE HONEYMOON PHASE AGAIN! WE'RE ON A SERIOUS MISSION!" Beetle stood by his side and started to bark "Beetle says he's almost here!! Get DOWN!"

Remus slid down under a table while his twin put the couch cushions over herself and Beetle crawled in under the couch. Janus stood still with his arms crossed.

"Are you certain he will enjoy a surprise party? I would consider myself the Virgil expert here and I don't think he would"

"Nuh-uh! You're the Virgil historian! I however! Am the current Virgil expert!" Roman argued "And OBViously it's not a total surprise! I forewarned him I would hold a surprise party for him sometime this week so he could prepare but I didn't say when!"

That was good enough for Janus and he crawled down beside his boyfriend, which totally didn't act as an excuse to huddle close together. And he totally didn't drag Remus by the collar even closer and throw in a quick kiss before the sound of the door opening made them all go quiet.

The couple waited until Roman signed 'NOW',

All three of them, with Beetle following soon behind, jumped up and yelled "CONGRATULATIONS!!" "HAPPY LOSS OF VIRNIGITY VIRGIN!" "Woohoo you learned how to speak Dog!"

Roman sent glares to the other two and mumbled "Guys I thought we practiced doing normal congrats"

Their sights turned to look at Virgil who stood red faced with his trainee dog by his side. Even his nose turned red as he tried to hold back happy tears, Janus was the first to recognise it and quickly went in to hug him.

"I guess that this is the new recruit" Janus said softly while patting the dog on the head.

"Yeah. The first therapy dog that I've trained all on my! I got my certificate today too!" He cracked up into a grin and the twins both tackled him into a hug.

Roman won the hug and got to spin Virgil around until he made the Angel giggle to which he kissed him.

"So are you keeping him?? Beetle sibling?"

"Nah. It's not like I need double anxiety dogs. He'll get a nice new home"

Roman's wings flapped him up into the air "OH! Virgie! I got cake! Here Here!" She dragged Virgil along to the kitchen.

Remus moved to join them but Janus held him back for a moment "Your hair is stuck in your horn" He leant up on his toes to untangle the curls.

Their eyes met and Remus smiled at him with such a bright light in his eyes that Janus couldn't help but swoon. He cupped the succubi's face and leant their foreheads together to be as close to him as inhumanly possible. Roman and Virgil could be heard laughing from the other room.

Remus closed his eyes and felt the feeling of feeding off of Janus, his boyfriend's, love. It tasted like Home.

noun,singular suc·cu·bus  [ sʌk-jʊ-bəs ].  

a demon typically taking a human form, who feeds off of the lust for relationships whether that be sexual, romantic or platonic

An category of demon, originating from the circle of lust but who can be found living in Hell, Heaven or Earth

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