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Your Teddy ~ Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)

Requested: No

Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)

Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language

A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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PART TWO

“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were.

From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.

Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts.

“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.”

“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.

“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”

Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat.

“I have something to ask you guys,” you said.

“What is it, dear?”

“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.”

Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.

“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”

“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.”

“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink.

You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.

“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.

“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.”

You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink.

Dear Teddy,

I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days.

I miss you.

y/n

You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage.

“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet.

You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window.

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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.

“Good evening, Professor.”

“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”

His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing.

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Then I shall see you in class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.

“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.”

“I liked your answers, too,” he said.

You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.

“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”

You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near.

“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”

“Alright,” you nodded.

After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger?

Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good night, Teddy.”

“Good night, cara mia.”

You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours.

“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.”

“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”

She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year.

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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.

“Amore, it’s me!”

It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you.

“Teddy?”

He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.”

He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.”

He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move.

“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.

“Of course, tesoro.”

Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.

You shook your head, and he gave you a nod.

“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”

“Hum?”

“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.

Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile.

“I’d like nothing more, love.”

He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.

“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.

He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”

He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.

“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.

“What?” you frowned.

“To wake up with you in my arms.”

“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.”

There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…

“We should get up,” you said.

He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?”

You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, five more minutes.”

But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.

“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.

“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”

You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”

“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.”

Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.

“I can still help you,” he said.

You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.”

He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.

“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him.

And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.

“Oh, really good.”

You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush.

After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.

“y/n? Hi, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it.

“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”

“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.

“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”

Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.

“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”

“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…”

This time, Theo sighed.

“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”

He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.

“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”

“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes.

“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”

Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.”

Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.

“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”

Theo sneered, “Long story.”

You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.

“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”

“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”

Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.

“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.”

The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended, you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move.

“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”

You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.

“y/n!”

You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor.

“Harry?”

“Can we talk?”

Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.

“Sure.”

You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely.

“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”

You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?

“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”

You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.”

Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”

You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”

“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”

You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along.

“You…think they know something?”

Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?”

He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.

“Miss y/l/n.”

“Sir?”

“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you.

“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.

“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”

“I’m well, thank you, sir.”

“And how was your first day here?”

“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”

“Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes. Please, come”

You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed.

“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”

“I want to try.”

For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it.

And also to see if they’re all lying.

Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"

You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet.

“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”

The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”

“Good night, sir.”

You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.

“y/n!”

Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.

“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.”

“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”

After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.

“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”

“A surprise?” you said with a smile.

“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”

His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door.

“Close your eyes, love.”

A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist.

“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents.

“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”

The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.

“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”

The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow…

“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”

“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.”

You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”

“Go ahead, amore.”

“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”

Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.

“What? Who told you?”

You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”

“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!”

“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”

Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.”

“I can wait,” you say.

Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?”

Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.

“Of course, Teddy.”

He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back.

“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.

You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.

“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”

“Sure.

You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb.

“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.”

After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head.

You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered.

He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks.

“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”

He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”

It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent.

“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”

Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.

“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”

He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together.

(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)

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pogueswrld · 1 year ago

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*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

#fred weasley #weasley twins #bill weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #plus sized reader #harry potter #hp fandom #hp fanfic

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redwoodapothecary · 11 months ago

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Caregiver!Tenya Iida Headcanons

A/N: This isn’t something anybody requested, but I’m really getting back into MHA, and I love Iida, so I’m gonna write about it anyway. <3

I don’t think Iida knew about age regression before he met you. But once you tell him about it, he researches more about it as soon as possible. He loves you and it sounded really important to you, so he wants to fully understand what it is.

After he’s done researching, if you don’t bring it back up for a while, he’ll just come up to you and ask you if you have a caregiver. When you say “no” he just asks “well, do you want me to be your caregiver?”

Just. Casually. Like it’s nothing.

And of course, you say yes.

It’s a learning process for both of you when you first regress around him. He immediately asks how old you are and you hold up 2 fingers.

You’re so little, he panics a little bit. But it’s fine! He learns what to do eventually.

He’s so gentle and kind. He’s LARGE and STRONG so he’s constantly worried about accidentally hurting you.

Buys you literally anything and everything you want. He’s rich, so he can afford it. He barely even looks at the price before he’s adding it to his cart.

If you ever feel guilty about it, he always assures you that it’s fine. He’s more than well off. He’s got more than enough money to handle it.

He’s VERY strict. You must got to bed by at least 10pm, wake up at 6am on school days, eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner every single day, and drink enough water. You also have to give him an update on your day at the end of every day. And you aren’t allowed to play until you’ve finished your homework. He always helps you, though!

He loves to call you “sweetheart”. I dunno why but I think he’d use this pet name A LOT.

Always holds your hand if you guys are going in public anywhere or really just outside of either of your rooms.

Like, he’ll be gripping your hand even if you guys are just going into the dorm common room.

The first time you gave him a picture you drew/colored, he almost fainted. He felt so special. He keeps it on his room in his wall.

Whenever he can’t take care of you, either Midoriya or Todoroki take care of you. You started calling them your uncles. Midoriya makes it clear that he really likes it and feels honored. Todoroki seems indifferent but secretly is very happy about it.

Sometimes they’ll all watch you at the same time. That’s always fun. Especially when you make them play with you.

You always manage to stay up past your bed time whenever they come over.

Midoriya is a sucker and when he watches you, it isn’t hard to get him to let you bend the rules a bit.

You can’t tell Tenya, though. BOTH of you will get a lecture and Midoriya might not be allowed to watch you for a while.

Tenya likes being called parental names a LOT. But, if you just wanna call him his name or a different name, that’s fine! It’s about you and your comfort!

He picks you up. A lot. Like I said, he’s super strong. He uses it to his advantage because he knows it makes you feel even smaller.

#age regression #agere #my hero academia agere #my hero academia #mha #MHA agere #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #tenya iida agere #tenya iida x reader agere

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bluepopofanarts · 1 month ago

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I don't give clear spoilers from the S2 but read the next with precautions (I imply things but I prefer giving the warning. I hate spoilers so I try to avoid it to others even if with the S2 my brain was impatient XD).

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Little AU (another after the swap comic XD) where they have met in childhood. They both share the same origin story but one day they just met randomly when Viktor played with his boat (probably just after meeting Singed because I drew an healthy Rio).

The timeline changed her direction to a long-time friendship where they shared every steps of their life. I drew Rio with them but infortunately she had the same fate (I swear I keep the main scenario because I didn't find how to save her. If I find something I'd change the description ! XD Maybe bringing her back with some Hextech magic, even if that implies she is white/gold if you know what I mean lol).

They did their studies together and created te Hexgems. The main difference : they've never created the unstable ones that destroyed the appartment (because Viktor was already here "to crank it") but they also never dared to talk about them. So when the group stole them they both ended up in trial for creating the Hexgems. But Mel saved them both and their part of the story is the same (except the fact that Viktor being put under the spotlight gave him a Councilor place too. He enjoyed that like an introvert in front of a full theatre xD).

For the Zaunist side, and because the Hexgems are stable, they didn't create the deadly huge explosion. Milo finished to free Vander, Claggor created the wall hole and everybody escaped. Even Powder who were already outside, she didn't fly with the explosion like in the original.

BUT

Silco took the Hexgems and started to create weapon with them + the Shimmer.

So yes, Jayce and Viktor are in trouble because they have to create the Hexgates and trying to keep peace. Luckily Victor is the one trying to find peace with Silco. And Vander helped a lot with a certain heartbreaking piece of paper (I'm still crying all the water I drunk in a week everytime I read it ! And !spoiler for the artbook! having the artbook with that letter in it is not helping ! XD)

And because I really love (in a painful, tearful, brain-eating, obsessive, and highly passionate way) what happened to my precious Vitya in the next season, I guess they found peace and gave independance to Zaun but a certain someone set the Council room in fire to start again the hatred (probably a dangerous woman in red who already prouved that she can plot horrible plans !). So Silco is alive but we still have the S2 (yes even the absolute horrific end of the episode 6. Seriously, even after knowing what/why/all the things and reasons, fuck you still, Jayce).

So this is how I fixed the utopic timeline of the episode 7 (not gonna lie guys but I was absolutly not a fan of this moment when I saw it for the first time. For me Arcane was "impossible to give me joy" "this is probably some kind of Arcane bad trip and they are in reality in some kind of deadly nightmare" "everything is fake", I was super suspicious so I did'nt enjoy it like I should have do xD But now I'm fine with that even if a lot of things are illogic, but it's still beautiful to enjoyer peace and love).

Anyway, more Jayvik incoming because they are the biggest brainroat I've ever had in my damn life. Viktor really set my mind in pieces and I don't recover from it. But I forgive him because it's Viktor <3

Merry Christmas even if it's the end of the day ! (almost 10pm here xD)

#arcane #arcane viktor #arcane jayce #jayvik #jayce x viktor #arcane au

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pixelatedraindrops · 1 year ago

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RAINCODE COMIC COLLAB~☔️

BEHOLD THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!!

3 full weeks of work and its finally completed!

So @kazinsblog and I did another raincode art collab together but this one was a HUGE project! This one's a full 18 page comic!

Idk if you all remember the comic idea that Kazin was planning to do that involved Yuma overworking himself until he gets sick and then gets tended to by everyone else. But when I saw it, I decided to ask her if she was willing to possibly collaborate on it, remaking it where she sketched it and I colored it.

Kazin's Beta images: 1 2 3 4

So here's the results of all that work. We've been at this since December 17th so this has been an almost full month collaboration. And of course mine's a bit more altered to my own style as well as adding my own touches and making it a little more whumpy/extreme... X'D I also freehand drew shinigami in my version as well.

Both our versions look pretty different! The only thing that are the same are the poses. So feel free to check out Kazin's traditional version as well!

Since its an 18 page comic, I decided to put it under a keep reading so it won't clutter everyone's timelines. Also, I will be narrating the pages because I love narrating sick filler type stories. So brace yourself for a VERY LOOONG post!! Def need time to read this one! (and no purple tinted filters here this time!)

Also note: If the writing is blue, it means the character is thinking, just like in the game! :)

And I apologize on the inconsistency of Yuma's bangs... I thought it was one way before so half of the comic he looks like he has square bangs... oof XD I fix it around page 10

ANYWAY, hope you enjoy this soft buffet, Raincode Community! 🌡️💕

(Page 1)

Our story begins on an ordinary day in Kanai Ward. Rainy gloomy and depressing as ever. Our little victim... wait... XD I mean protagonist Yuma decides to go out to investigate more about Kanai Ward to try to track down it's supposed ultimate secret. Yakou sets him off wishes him well and tells him to be careful. However, as he's out, he finds out a lot of people in the city need help. Because of his good nature and unable to turn down someone in need, he decides to help whoever he can. (the ultimate side-questing lol) Before he knows it, he's soaking wet and he had helped 10 people in total. Time passed and it was almost evening so he returns to the submarine. Yuma was completely unphased by this. (and he didn't dry himself off for 4 hours due to being occupied with tasks)

(Page 2)

Yuma returns to the Agency's submarine to greet his chief holding his meatbun order. (that also got wet) But Yakou notices that the trainee is sopping wet to the core and shivering. He immediately loudly demands that he sit down so he can tend to him. Yuma does as he's told and sits on the checkered sofa. Yakou rushes to the shower room to grab some small towels to help him dry off. But because Yakou is so panicked, he ends up being very rough in drying Yuma, pulling his hair and causing the small boy pain. After he dries him off, he tells Yuma he isn't allowed to leave anymore for the rest of the day and demands him to rest. Yuma tries to retaliate using puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. Yakou is immune.

(Page 3)

The next day Yuma asks Yakou if he can go out to work after he finishes his morning chores around the place looking very eager. Yakou still looks a little concerned by how tired Yuma looks, so he tells him to not go out alone. He assigns him a partner to go with the rest of the week.

On the first day he's paired with Halara. The two of them are asked to investigate the art gallery of Ginma. (maybe after the nail man case) But over time, Yuma starts developing a lingering cough that persists for quite some time. Halara asks Yuma is he's okay, to which Yuma lies saying that it's due to the dust of the room. But of course being sharp, Halara isn't buying it. But they decide to not persist him further.

On the second day, he's paired with Desuhiko. They're asked to go help out at the Aetheria Academy with another case (not murder related this time) However on the way to the school and in Ginma, Yuma starts slowing down, he's shaking and is a little wobbly. Desuhiko notices this and asks if he wants to go to the cafe for a drink. Yuma nods and as they go to the cafe and order some coffee, Yuma takes off his hat and coat and Desuhiko finally realizes how pale he looks. He's even slower at replying to him as he speaks, as if he's in a daze. Desuhiko decides to take Yuma back to the agency after this.

(Page 4)

On Day three, he's paired with Fubuki. But he doesn't even make it to the case as when he goes to the sun and moon hotel to meet with her, Fubuki notices and points out that Yuma's face looks red. The boy clearly had a fever building. Yuma argues with her but Fubuki persists. The two of them try to go to the case but Yuma nearly collapses. So Fubuki returns him to the agency.

On the fourth day where he's supposed to be paired with Vivia he spends a majority of the day passed out. Vivia decides to watch over him using his forte to not disturb him. During the night while he's asleep, his breathing gets more labored and he's completely restless. Vivia looks at him deeply worried for his dear friend's well being.

The next morning Yuma somehow finds the strength to get himself up. Maybe that one day of rest was enough. But Yakou insists that he stays put today. Angrily yelling at him to be still and take today off as well.

Meanwhile, a certain two seem to notice each other...

(Page 5)

Vivia's spirit notices Shinigami and decides to give her a warning. Make sure Yuma listens to Yakou and doesn't leave. Giving her the iciest glare, Shinigami fearfully agrees.

But this effort would be for naught, despite how he feels, Yuma's relentless determination forces himself up, putting on his rain attire and heads up the steps of the sub to the outside when Yakou isn't looking. Shinigami does what she can to stop him, but he doesn't listen...and Shinigami being a ghost, there was nothing she could do to physically hold him back. All she could do was follow, and prepare for the inevitable.

By some miracle he makes it to the church, up the stairs to speak to the nun. Who tells him to play therapy again for the townsfolk. He nods and heads to his first client. But when he returns to kamasaki to speak to him, he can barely make out what he's saying as he lets out a few more coughs.

Once he leaves the client, before long, Yuma could hear something in his body snap.

(Note: I direct most of the story, but Vivia conversing with Shinigami in spirit mode was actually Kazin's idea! So credit to her for that, So silly and fun! ^^)

(Page 6)

Yuma's body had finally reached it's limit. All the fatigue, chills and body aches had hit him all at once at full force like armed weaponry. His head began throbbing, he was shaking violently and uncontrollably, he felt nauseated by the rain's smell, and his body heat and the lingering dizziness was unbearable. He found a safe corner in the alleyway of Kamasaki to collapse. Telling Shinigami she was right and he should have listened to her, while the burning fever and cold rain wrecked his delicate frame even further. His voice was hardly audible, but Shinigami still heard and practically tells him to go back. But Yuma had no strength left...

Then like clockwork as they finish speaking, he could hear his name called. At first it sounded kind and questionable. But that rapidly changed, the voice now angrily yelling out his full name. As he looked up this voice belonged to...Yakou. He looks down at the boy in pure disappointment and anger.

Turns out a certain someone was tailing him. And alerted Yakou what happened just in time.

(Note: I make the red darker the more extreme the temperature and lighter the less extreme. I got to experiment with all sorts of new ways to color fevers hehe~ >w<)

(Page 7)

Yuma shockingly looks up at Yakou. Oh no, he was so BUSTED! Shinigami even says as much. Yakou practically scoops Yuma in his arms carrying him back to the agency. As he was lifted Yuma's world begun spinning. He could barely hear the chief nagging him in a panicked tone. It was all distorted and it was making his head hurt more. Yakou placed a hand to his cheek and was shocked by how hot it felt. All Yuma could do was apologize and hope his world stops spinning and that Yakou eventually stops yelling... (also I put numbers for the order to read the speech bubbles in)

Upon returning to the agency, Yakou dries Yuma off, asks Desuhiko to give him a warm set of clothes to borrow and put him to his own bed. Grabbing a basin of very cold water, washcloths and a digital thermometer. He placed one of the wet cold cloths under his bangs and upon reading the boy's temperature, it was high. Almost high enough to visit the ER. Yakou was even more mad, but speaks in a non yelling tone. Giving Yuma another stern warning to not leave the bed. To which Yuma weakly agrees to.

But Yakou's back to yelling again, feeling paranoid Yuma would be missing by the time he gets back from getting the supplies. So he drills that message right into the boy's already throbbing head once more. Everyone else in the office awkwardly listen in as the sick trainee gets scolded.

(Note: Just an FYI, Yuma's speech bubbles being wavy is a sign his voice is raspy and the text being a bit hard to read means his voice is hardly audible)

(Page 8)

Yakou leaves Yuma alone and walks into the office in his raincoat telling the other detectives that he'll be leaving soon and to watch over Yuma in his absence and NOT let him leave. He is so full of anger and anxiety that he yells at all of them too.

Everyone agrees and as Yakou leaves, they all discuss among themselves Yuma's state the days they were partners with him. He was in bad shape. And he only got worse as the days went by. They all knew.

(Page 9)

Meanwhile back in Yakou's quarters, Yuma was getting lectured yet again. This time by his death god partner, Shinigami. The poor trainee only wanted peace and quiet to make the pain in his head go away, using what little energy he has remaining speaking in his head he tried telling her to stop.

But the aggravated spirit persisted, saying that as his mentor she had the right to scold him just as much as Yakou. She continued her rant, until an abrupt sound from her master shut her up.

The few coughs that came from Yuma eventually erupted into a full blown coughing fit. The coughs sounding more wet, rough and serious. After coughing 10 to 15 times in a row Yuma was exhausted. Shinigami looked down at him panting with concern and pity in her eyes. She decided to stop the lecture for his sake.

After the fit, Yuma was left raggedly breathing. As Shinigami gave him her permission to rest and take it easy, he didn't answer. He couldn't. That fit completely mangled his throat. He was not able to speak vocally or in thought process anymore due to his head being in too much pain. As was the rest of his body, aching and burning. So he didn't answer her. All he could do was hope sleep would eventually take hold of him to make all this awful heat and pain stop even if for a just moment.

(Note: That's the penalty Yuma... x'D Sorry I gotta make him suffer lol. Also this is the only page that’s actually read left to right. I messed that up, sorry!!)

(Page 10)

After some time passed it was time for the Master Detectives to all take part in taking care of Yuma. The whole agency had a day off to do this. So upon his return, Yakou instructs everyone to look after Yuma in 2 hour shifts through the day. Even if it was just to watch him sleep. He couldn't be left alone.

Halara was first. Their task was to help Yuma take the medicine that was bought. There were three types of medicine for him to take. Antibiotics (white pills) for the general illness symptoms, painkillers (red and white pills) for the headache/fever, and finally...cough syrup. (aka his least favorite... XD) Halara made sure to be very gentle with Yuma propping him upward as his whole body was burning and he was very shaky. He even had trouble drinking the water, so Halara had to get a mug instead so they could help him drink it by holding the handle, and using the other hand to support his back. Despite the struggle, Halara worked diligently to complete their task as a caretaker in full. (as for who paid them to do this...idk I'll leave that to your imagination XD)

(The cough syrup idea was inspired by this fic :3)

Desuhiko had the second shift and the whole time he was waiting for his turn, he was writing a song for Yuma. Having the delusion that his angelic voice would lul the sick boy to sleep, he played his guitar and began singing. Yuma's headache did improve enough to speak in his head now, but that wouldn't last, as the loud noises from the guitar made his head pound even further with every strum. Shinigami begs for the noise to cease fire on her poor eardrums, but Yuma doesn't have it in him to stop Desuhiko. The gesture was kind so he decided to try to listen to the whole song, despite the noise. He does eventually tell him to stop though (using hand gestures) when another song comes afterward. So then the two spend their time conversing for a bit, (though desuhiko does more of the talking as yuma just nods or makes small noises/hand gestures due to his throat still hurting too much to talk) Desuhiko even telling him he could keep the sweater and shorts he had lent to him. To which Yuma softly smiles at him as a thank you before he eventually falls asleep again.

Fubuki has the third shift, and her task was to feed Yuma the warm vegetable soup that was bought earlier and that Halara had just finished making, along with Fubuki's help. She volunteers to feed him as she remembers a time she was ill as a child in the clockford mansion and one of her servants tended to her, feeding her soup just the same. Unfortunately, because this was a memory of her early childhood, she repeats similar phrases as the servant did when she was feeding Yuma, who was clearly not a small child. Yuma's fever had dropped enough to where he could find a bit of strength to try and sit up on his own now, and his once mangled throat’s condition had improved for him to speak a little bit. As he listened to Fubuki's rambling he tries to play along with her despite the whole thing being a bit embarrassing for someone his age. At least the soup was nice and warm. It felt good going down his very sore throat.

(Funny Fact: The order that Yuma is both partnered and tended to by each detective, is the same order as the chapters in game he's partnered with them LOL)

(Page 11)

It was evening, and now it was Vivia's turn to take the fourth and final shift. At first he was just going to sit and watch Yuma while he read his book quietly, but Yakou suggested that he read one of his books out loud to Yuma to help him relax better like a bedtime story. Vivia was unsure at first, as he's never read to anyone before. But he decided to give it a try. He asks Yuma what his preference in literature is before he starts, and Yuma tells him he enjoys detective novels the most. So he pulls out the novel that was in his reading list and begins to read it out loud to him. Turns out he was quite a natural at narrating, and his slow voice was very soothing. Yuma felt so relaxed that he felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but he tries to stay awake to listen to the story a bit more. Shinigami however, conks out immediately. (fyi: yes this is the novel Vivia talks about in his final gumshoe gab. I tried to make up stuff based on it.. X'D)

Once the clock strikes 9pm and night falls, the Master Detectives all wish Yuma well and leave to return to the hotel to retire for the night. It was just Yakou and Yuma now. Yakou, who had just come back from another errand, walks over to Yuma who was now fast asleep. He looked a little better so Yakou removed the towel from his forehead and places his hand onto it. It still felt warm but no longer as hot as it did hours ago. Meaning he was out of the danger zone, much to Yakou's relief. He places the towel back in the water basin wringing it out and re-applying it to his forehead. Then he lets out a yawn. He was pretty tired. He decides that instead of sleeping in the office on one of the sofas, he'd stay by Yuma's side. His removes his jacket, goes and turns off the overhead lights, sits down and places his head down on his desk. Then after telling the sleeping trainee goodnight he turns off the small light by his desk.

OKAY FUN FACT: The comic WAS going to end here going on to the final page... Buuut~ We were STARVING for some good ol' Yakou Fathero :3 So... Enjoy these bonus 6 pages of Yakou having a shift of his own to look after Yuma in the middle of the night. And its the longest shift.

This ones for you Yakou Fathero fans! Eat your fill!

(I know we sure did :3)

Also I apologize if the lighting here is inaccurate ;w; I tried my best I'm no pro LOL

(Page 12)

A little past midnight, Yuma was stirring in his sleep. Making all sorts of groaning sounds as if he was in pain. He was likely having a nightmare. This is confirmed by his eyes suddenly opening and him violently flinging himself up screaming, and the cold cloth flying off his forehead.

This sound wakes Yakou up immediately as he puts his glasses back on asking Yuma if he's okay. He flicks the light by his desk on to check on him. Yuma's found shaking with tears in his eyes stating quietly that it was just a dream. Yakou sympathizes with Yuma as fever dreams were usually not fun, but a fever NIGHTMARE was always bad. The chief offers the shaking trainee some water to try to help him settle down.

(FYI: Shinigami is going to be absent from this part of the story because I think her banter and antics would ruin the fluff, so she'll just be lurking above in the shelf like a cat the whole time.)

(Page 13)

Yuma accepts the water practically snatching it from Yakou's hands and quickly gulping it down. Yakou tells him to pace himself not wanting him to choke. Once he exhales from the water drink, Yuma sheepishly apologizes for waking Yakou up with his scream, feeling like a burden. Yakou reassures him it's okay and decides to ask him the question of why he pushed himself this far while he was still awake. Hard enough to make himself sick. Why did he do it?

Yuma was surprised by this but decides to try to tell him. He hands the water glass back and began talking. Under his raspy voice and somewhat heavy breathing, he says that he wanted to be useful as he felt like a burden to everyone since he lost his memory. He also says that he likes helping others and that it feels familiar to him. Determined to try to unlock a core memory of his past he kept doing this, even to the point of pushing his limits.

Then he suddenly stopped speaking...

(Page 14)

...aaand cue the coughing fit. Yuma's throat got scratchy and irritated after his long explanation, causing him to cough about 5/8 times in a row. Not as bad as his previous fit but it was more than enough to startle and worry Yakou.

Yakou quickly hands Yuma the water glass he had just taken from him hoping it would soothe his throat. He tells him that helping others is a good thing but he shouldn't push himself to the point that his health gets affected. Yuma quietly nods and as he sips the water still shaking, Yakou feels bad and decides to apologize to him for being harsh before. Stating that he only lost his temper because he was scared and worried for him. He also places his hand to Yuma's cheek in both comfort and to check his temperature. It felt slightly warmer than a few hours ago.

Yuma quietly apologizes to Yakou for worrying him, still holding the water glass. Yakou forgives him. Then he takes the glass from him and then the towel that fell off Yuma's forehead. He grabs a fresh one and soaks it in the basin wringing it out and places it back on the trainee’s forehead unintentionally a bit roughly. Yuma groans and shivers a little from the cold of it.

Yakou then lies Yuma back down, tucking him back in trying to make him comfortable. But his actions were a bit too comforting. He was not meaning to in any way and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he was treating Yuma like a little kid. Yuma notices and feels a little embarrassed by it, but decides to only say it in his head.

Yakou decides to do one more thing before he lets him go back to sleep.

(Note: Hey far as anyone's concerned Yuma, you are practically his BABY when you are having a sick day, so deal with it hehehe :3c)

(Page 15)

Temperature taking page time :D (my favorite, teehee! I know some cultures and in anime they take the temperature under the arm, but there's just something so endearing and adorable about a sickie with a thermometer in their mouth <3 OKAY MY RAMBLING ASIDE...)

Yakou is now a bit concerned that Yuma's fever spiked again after that little harsh coughing fit so he decides to take his temperature one more time before letting Yuma go to sleep again. Yuma obliges and goes along with it opening his mouth as the device is inserted.

After 15 seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. Yuma shyly pulls the duvet up to his face and hides as he meekly asks if its any better feeling a little nervous. Yakou responds that it is better than it was the first time, where it was a dangerous degree.

However, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. The fever was still there and although it went down, it was still in the red. Yakou states that he's still feverish to which Yuma just apologizes. Poor thing just wants this to be over, he really doesn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

(sorry yuma I can't let you off that easily hehe 😈)

(also yes I put an instruction manual for how the thermometer works, I am so obsessed that I even give the thermometer lore LMAO. Sorry if I'm inaccurate in any of those readings. I used google... ^^;)

(Page 16)

Yakou places the thermometer back on the desk and tells Yuma to go to sleep. Saying the fever will likely break by morning. To which Yuma states that he's in Yakou's bed and that he should return to the checkered sofa so his boss could sleep, attempting to try getting up. But Yakou puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him and denies this and says his desk is fine and that Yuma needed the bed more than him.

He also says that if Yuma had another bad dream that he would be there for him. Yuma smiles at Yakou quietly thanking him as he's tucked back into the duvet. Yakou pats it gently telling the trainee to close his eyes.

It isn't long before Yuma is back to being fast asleep. (and shinigami too)

Yakou monologues to himself for a bit groaning at how much trouble this small detective has been for him since he showed up. But then he switches his tune and places a hand to Yuma's head petting it softly. He says he's happy he's working hard for the sake of his memories but right now he needs to work on getting better. Saying it would help everyone in the agency if he wanted to help people.

He wishes him well continuing to pet his head for a bit longer to soothe him before going back to sleep himself turning the light off again.

(Page 17)

2 hours later, Yuma was stirring and whining in his sleep once again. Yakou groggily wakes up wiping his tired eyes upon hearing the soft noises the small trainee was uttering. And he was crying again. Can only be one thing: Another nightmare.

Instead of turning the light on to wake him up, Yakou moves his chair close to him sitting at his side. Not saying a single word. (cept in his head lol) He reaches his hand for Yuma's as it twitches and he takes hold of it gently.

Yakou eventually leans on the bed as he does so and falls asleep sitting up again. Yuma's groaning and and heavy breathing begin to settle down a little as he felt Yakou's presence close by.

Then he smiles as he closes his hand in his sleep holding Yakou's hand back, leaning a bit close to it. He felt safe again... <3

(Note: This poor thing has way too much trauma... ;w; I headcanon that he's prone to night terrors on occasion, but when he gets a fever, its even WORSE. Fevers do be messing with your head... x3)

(Page 18 Final)

The next morning when Yakou wakes up, he checks on Yuma. He still felt slightly warm but he looked much better. Seemed the worst was over and it would likely last just one more day.

When he's fully awake and at his desk, Desuhiko shows up asking Yakou if Yuma's okay and offered to wake him up. Yakou denies it saying Yuma needed one more day of rest, the fever may have been only slight now, but in the rain it would rise again easily.

Desuhiko agrees and declares that he's going to work hard today. Likely to make up for Yuma's absence. Yakou teases him and the two have a bit of a banter.

Yuma meanwhile is asleep peacefully. Still having a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he's able to sleep a lot easier now. His fever was slowly but surely breaking. (now in the yellow) Shinigami sleeps beside him, making sure she protects him from any nightmares in yakou's absence. (after all only SHE can give her master nightmares)

He wakes up fully recovered the following morning thanking everyone for taking such good care of him, and he makes sure to not push himself anymore. And continues searching for the city's ultimate secret while pacing himself to help others from now on.

THE END ❤️

(I practically made this into a sickfic in its own right... XD)

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!! This is just a little artist credit page I made for Kazin and I c: Also art semi-face reveal?? xD Kinda?? Idk lol (we just two gals that like our sick comfort haha x3)

Anyway thank you again Kazin for doing this with me!! It was hard work but it was a blast and the final result came out amazing. Its surely a project I will cherish forever~ 💜🩷✨🌡️

A wholesome story to start 2024 on a good note.

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billerak · 6 months ago

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Bumble that Bee or something idk

I recently finished RWBY (catching up after years leaving it aside) and I have thoughts and feelings and, as I am me, a lot of those are about the canonical WLW couple (sans the secondary wives in V6). So I put my thoughts into a rant. It's not as negative as the word 'rant' would have you believe but I don't wanna call it an essay or whatever. It's still pretty negative tho, so be warned. Anyways on with it:

RWBY is a mess.

Sometimes, it's a wonderful mess. Others, it's a terrible one.

I could spend a few paragraphs explaining what I mean, but I think anyone who watches RWBY with a critical eye knows what I'm getting at. Love RWBY, hate RWBY, just don't try to tell me it's good.

So, once that's established, let's get to the meat of this rant: Bumblebee.

Or should I say Fumblebee? Eh? EH?

Alright you can stop reading, have a good day.

Let me start by making a sharing something about myself: I'm Agender and Bi/Pan. I make a living out of writing yuri/gl/wlw or however you wanna call it. I watch entire seasonal fucking anime on the off chance it may be yuri and most of the time I hate myself for it by the end because they never fucking deliver.

All of this is to say, I like the concept of Bumblebee, the problem is it was treated like shit.

In this rant or whatever the fuck I should call it, I'm just going to talk about the things this ship makes me feel. As established I make a living out of writing romances like the one this show tried to depict—and in case you're wondering, I have written slowburns so slow the first romantic interactions between characters didn't happen until 300k words into a fic. I did it twice, fyi—so I believe I have fair grounds to judge this.

So let's tackle this from the beginning. Was it planned from the start?

No, I don't take the writers word for it. It's painfully apparent it's not the case. I'm fairly certain BlackSun was gonna be a thing until they decided to write him out of the story in V6. Or perhaps they decided on Bumblebee and so they wrote him out of the story. Either way, everything prior to V6 I call into question.

Sure, Blake and Yang have their moments. But it's important to point out they're not romantically coded. RWBY isn't subtle about romance, and it starts pulling the same sort of obvious romantic tropes as all the het stuff going on in the show for Bumblebee going into V7. Prior to that? Nothing. Not a single blush or any explicit show of romantic attraction.

And before any disingenuous bastard tries to say something like "oh but blushes aren't always romantic" or "no you don't need blushes to show romantic attraction" allow me to say you are fucking wrong. Blushing is the universal language for embarrassment or love related things. And RWBY uses this shit all the time. INCLUDING Bumblebee past V7.

So yeah, while the writers probably did draw from previous material—and I think the VA's shipped them since the start?—I do not believe this ship was planned from the beginning.

But that's ok! I don't think it's a huge issue, really. Sure I'd have liked to see actual development but I don't need it to work retroactively if it makes sense from the moment they decide to go for it. So, 3 volumes and a half of development. Lots of time to put in the work, add the details, and-

Oh, no. Wait. They spend most of V8 separated. Hmm. K' so, 2 volumes and a half-

Wait. Oh. Oh they… they really have that little screentime together in V6, huh. Wow. Just. Huh.

Ok, the Adam fight is good. It's a strong setup! After fighting and making up for what Blake did after the Fall of Beacon, they finally come together to beat the demon that drew them apart in the first place. They hold each other close after beating him and it's good and I'm gonna say this is when they both actually fall for each other. We can argue about budding feelings or whatever, but I mean this is the moment they become aware of it one way or another.

So Volume 7 has them kinda being together? Honestly, they act like a new couple. Which is weird in retrospect. I think revealing they'd started dating after V6 would have made more sense than, uh... pretending this was a slowburn? Through V7 they stick to each other and fight in perfect synch and blush and all of that romantic stuff. It feels like… well, like they're kind of already an item but the show has other shit to worry about atm.

Then v8 is amazing really. Split the characters over an honestly kind of nonsensical ideological split, keep them apart most of the season, make Yang to be kiiind of an asshole in that one conversation with Kyle (<- my name for the post-v7 Generic McGenericus haircut Jaune. Yes this unironical, the friend I ranted to about this while watching the show can confirm).

To add insult to injury, the split doesn't even accomplish anything for the ship. The only two characters that get development out of being apart are Ren and Nora. These characters were CLEARLY in love last season why are they not having appropriate amounts of angst over this? Like, at this point we're not arguing whether they were planning on making Bumblebee canon or not, the point is asking why it feels like they weren't trying.

And then, Volume 9. For some context, I like V9. I think I'm in a minority, at least in the places I frequent about this stuff. Always comes with the caveat of 'it's still RWBY', of course, but I appreciate it. After the initial whiplash, I think making a fairy-tale season for a show that was born out of the concept of "what if Red Riding Hood had a sick scythe and used it to mow down hundreds of bad wolves" is actually a really fucking good idea.

That being said, the way they do Bumblebee is really strange.

They're basically back to their V7 selves. It feels like they're either already dating or on the verge of dating. I need to stress just how comfortable they seem to be around each other with the sole exception of that one time Blake didn't grab Yang's hand, but it didn't feel particularly awkward.

Then BOOM mind storm thing and while Ruby, Weiss and Jaune talk about like, actual issues, Jaune implies Blake and Yang had 'something more important to deal with'. And that something is RWBY's version of the room you can't leave unless you have sex.

Sans the sex I guess.

In the void, I think the scene(s?) is good. It's nice, the music is evocative, it's well framed and paced. In another story, it would really have been a perfect climax for a budding relationship.

The problem is this is not another story. These two have NOT seemed like two people awkwardly in love too scared to tell it to each other. In fact, it kinda felt like the exact opposite. If they kissed at the end of any episode for any reason, at this point, it would've felt correct. A simple quiet stare while sitting close and them just finally leaning in to take that final step would've been just as good if not better.

The bridge thing? It's the climax to an arc that didn't happen. Relationships don't need to be slowburns for me to like them, but if you're gonna pretend you were making a slowburn, at least do it right. Why did they need the bridge thing to finally get together? Come on! There was plenty of opportunity during V9 prior to this episode to at least make a show of them being awkward. Make it clear they were finally on the verge but were holding back on the final step. Make it actually cause some conflict, preferably between them as their fear grows into uncertainty and doubts.

Then the bridge would've felt cathartic. Force them to resolve said conflict, and the only way to do it is through admitting their feelings. Sure, it would've still been few episodes, but fuck man I'm sure they could've scraped a few minutes here and there to make it somewhat competent.

I like Bumblebee as a concept. I think the avid fans of this ship look at the concept, not at what the show did, and say "this is canon" and run with it. I don't blame anyone who is a big fan of this ship but… I just can't like it in its current state. I'm sure there's fanfics that fix it, I may give some a read.

Hell, just compare Bumblebee's development to Renora. Those guys have been kind of obviously in love from second one and Nora's entire character being focused on Ren was made into an actual plot point by the end.

Anyways that's about it for bumblebee. Here's some extra thoughts on shipping in RWBY in general.

If we look at the earlier seasons, I honestly think you'd have a stronger argument to make for White Rose being a couple. If we look at the later seasons, Nuts n' Dolts has a stronger impact. I already mentioned it but Blake/Sun had obviously a thing going on that didn't pan out. I hope chameleon girl whose name I don't remember gets a gf at some point tho.

I pray to fucking god they're not building up fucking Oscar and Ruby cuz they had a few awkward scenes here and there and they make me feel wrong in all sorts of ways.

Given how little interaction Ruby and Weiss have had despite how much time they've supposedly spent together, I think the writers are making an active effort to discourage White Rose. I'm not gonna get into the author's self insert being a love interest for Weiss at one point but let's just say the writers seem invested in making extra-sure Weiss stays het. I've made my peace with that. And Penny is fucking dead again so Nuts n' Dolts is a no go (canonically I mean I may read a fanfic or two about them they're very cute).

If they're gonna give Ruby a relationship by the end (which I kinda hope they don't at this point), I think it should be Kyle. They've had nice moments together and seriously shipping Oscar with Ruby just feels fucking weird. Like I assume Ozma's gonna be fucking gone from Oscar's body by the end of this story but even then idk that guy had a centuries old man is his head, it's fucked up.

Anyways that's enough. Why did you read to the end? Thanks for reading anyways.

#RWBY #bumblebee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #yang x blake #the bees #I... I think this ship is also called the bees idk I haven't stayed in contact with the fandom sorry #shipping #rwby ships

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twstfanblog · 1 year ago

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*~250 Followers Fic~*

A/N: Ignore me taking so long to get this out. I love how the fall gives me hit after hit and they only get worse in the winter XD. But I've got plenty of WIPs in the pot to work with. Enjoy this fic though!

Edit: Had to redo some tags. A lot of them got deleted somehow

Warnings: They/She OC, minor vomiting scene.

Main Pairings: Polygamous OC dating 3 people- YuuxMalleus, YuuxAzul, YuuxAzul, Alluded to Trey/Jade, Leona/Ruggie

A series of videos were posted to all of Cater’s socials, his Magicam, his Twstr, and even his Thimble over the course of a single day. The increase in activity drew in his followers and peaking curiosity. The first video opened with Yuu, smiling in a nice blazer with the NRC logo over the right breast.

“Hello to the audience of Cay-Cay-Cutie! I am sure you recognize me from my cryptid appearances in the background of Cater’s videos, but I’ll introduce myself anyway. I’m Yuu and I’m stealing Cater’s socials to record and post Night Raven College’s first annual Spice Endurance Competition!”

They walk to the center of the mirror chamber, gesturing to the seven mirrors, "Each dorm will be taking part in this little contest. Points will be given for every person who finishes the challenge. We're looking for clean bowls!"

She steps to the side, allowing Grim to float into view. The cat monster smiled smugly as he sported a new grand bowtie with an emblem of NRC in the center, “Join me and my co-host, Grim, in seeing how each dorm manages the challenge! Who will win? Who will lose? Who’s gonna CRY!? Find out in the next series of videos!”

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The first video after the introduction simply had the four suits of a card deck and a rose as the title. Opening it showed Yuu, smiling as she walked through a lush rose garden with a stylized stamp of 'Heartslabyul' in the corner, “Welcome back, and thanks for clicking the video! I’m live on the scene at the Heartslabyul dorm, home of the great Cay-Cay himself.”

The camera swings around, showing the various dorm members waiting patiently at the tables for the ghosts to bring out the spicy dishes. At the main table, sitting beside Riddle was Cater. Catching Yuu finally arriving, he smiled and waved, “Yuu-Chan~! Over here sweetie, bring my fans!”

“Yeah, yeah We’re coming…” Grim mutters under his breath, missing Yuu briefly showing his pouting face to the camera before it moves back to Cater and the others.

“It’s Cay-Cay and crew! Lined up and ready for the Spice Endurance Challenge!” Cater puts on his persona, smiling and winking at the camera with a number of cute gestures and poses.

Trey smiles softly from his place on Riddle’s other side, muttering in good nature, “Do we not get names?”

Yuu instantly moves the camera away from Cater’s display, almost shoving it into Trey’s surprised face, “Why is that baking prodigy, Trey Clover, competing? Will such a handsome, talented, connected, single, man take home a victory for his dorm?”

The green-haired junior turned his face away from the camera, pulling his hat over his eyes trying to hide his blushing expression, “Stop…”

Deuce, the caring freshman he was, saw how embarrassed Trey was. He leaned on the table, nearly laying on it in an effort to shield Trey from view, “I’m Deuce Spade! I’m also competing to show how great Heartslabyul is!” After a few moments, his determined expression softens to a smile, waving briefly to the camera, “Hi mom! If you’re watching. I don’t know if you’re watching…Wait, did I tell my mom about Diamond-Senpai’s social media…medias?”

“Ok, enough of that.” Ace’s hand shoves Deuce’s head out of the way, pushing the other freshman directly onto the table to take up the space. With a cocky smirk, he pointed at himself with a thumb, “I’m Ace Trappola! And I’m gonna win this stupid little contest thought up by old Ramshackle, over here.”

“Both of you get off the table.”

Ace and Deuce scramble off the table, both of them trying to put space between them and their annoyed housewarden. Yuu angles the camera over, showing Riddle’s angered glare at the two freshmen. Seeing he was being filmed, he coughed into his fist, calming his temper, “Hello. I am Riddle Rosehearts, the current house-warden of Heartslabyul. I’m looking forward to this new school event.”

“Riddle Rosehearts, everyone. And, no, the stick has yet to be found in his ass.”

“Excuse you-”

Grim groaned, floating into view to hide Riddle’s reddening face, “Can we start already? I wanna eat grub, not re-meet all these losers…”

Cater forcibly moved the camera to view him again, a small pout on his face. Seeing the focus back on him, he smiled, “Now listen up cuties! Yuu-Chan and Grim-Chan will be back after we eat. Not gonna be that kinda content channel, sorry folks.”

Yuu poked their head from the bottom of the screen, smiling at the camera, “I see the ghosts bringing out the noods! Round one of the Spice Endurance Challenge, start!” Their expression blanks for a moment, “Oh, hang on…”

They take the camera back, pointing it toward Riddle and making the motion of signing the cross at him. Reaching forward and dipping their fingers into his cup of tea before flicking the liquid at him, “Ok, now we can start!”

Riddle looked at himself in confusion in the background, seeing the spots of tea on his uniform, “What did you just do?”

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The video has a brief ad roll, coming back to Yuu struggling to not laugh, “Welcome back! Let’s see how they did!”

The camera moves in a sweep of the garden, showing a number of Heartslabyul students guzzling down their tea or eating heaping spoonfuls of whipped cream that had made their way to the tables. At the main table, Cater sat in his chair working on a second bowl of spicy noodles, even though it was clear the dish was too spicy for him to handle. Beside him was Riddle face down on the table, unmoving. Trey was nowhere in sight, but Ace and Deuce were both in the fountain, heads dunked under the water. Grim was the only other person at the table, slurping up Ace and Deuce’s unfinished bowls.

Yuu zoomed in on Grim’s happy face, “Be careful, Grim, you don’t wanna get spicy in your eyes.”

At Grim’s happy chirp, Yuu moved away to focus on Cater’s flushed face, “And, just as I’m sure he was, Cater has taken to the challenge with grace and style!”

Cater simply flashed a peace sign, smiling as he covered his mouth to finish off Riddle’s bowl. Chewing, he pointed toward Riddle.

“Oh right.” Yuu moves closer to Riddle, a hand moving into frame to press against the prone redhead’s neck, checking his pulse, “...Ok, he’s still alive, where’s Trey?”

“I’m back! Is he still out?” Trey rushed into the area, carrying two massive bowls of whipped cream. Placing them on the table, he lifted Riddle’s head haphazardly by the hair. The redhead was clearly out of it with his face coated in sweat and completely red with his mouth hanging open. Instead of trying to feed the chilled topping to Riddle, Trey simply put him face down into the first bowl, ignoring the hissing sound and steam escaping from the sides.

Turning around Yuu yelled toward Ace and Deuce, “Aye! Trey’s back! Stop drinking the fountain water!” They mutter under their breath, “You’re gonna get a fucking infection…”

Grim floated beside Yuu, slurping up the last of his noodles as he faced the camera, “And that’s Heartslabyul! My henchmen will be tallying up the losers left standing and then we’ll move on to the next dorm!”

“That’s right, Grim! At least we have one clear winner! Cater, say bye-bye!”

Cater settled beside Yuu, waving and winking at the camera, “Bye-bye chat! All your love helped me through this challenge so remember to like and follow to keep up with the other videos! #Hotey-Ate-Spicy #Spice-Endurance-Challenge #Not-Click-Bait!”

“On to the next dorm!”

Grim floated over Riddle, his face slowly morphing into a grimace of worry, “Is he breathing?”

“...”

Yuu looked over, seeing Trey trying to stop Ace and Deuce from fighting over the bowl of whipped cream, “Hey, Trey…Riddle might need medical attention.”

“Of course he does…”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video had a series of emojis being A sunset, a lion, a wolf, and oddly enough a donut. The video starts with a simple text of 'Savanaclaw' that was animated to rip away. Yuu now stood in a new location with a number of rowdy students in the background.

“Secondary location~! We’re here in Savanaclaw, waiting in prep for the second round to start.”

“Queenie’s dorm really didn’t last long did they?” The camera cuts to the voice, Leona lazing in a lounge chair as he smugly smiles. The dorm leader a picture of calm and cool while the dorm continued in excited chaos around them.

“You know damn well, Riddle is getting milk injected into his bloodstream right now. Introduce yourself and pay your respects, you ass.”

The beastman simply growls, rolling his eyes, “If people don’t know who I am, then they aren’t worth the air to say my name.’ Jack’s torso manages to walk into view, arms crossed as he was clearly scolding his house-warden, “Senpai, you should introduce yourself, It’s only polite if you’re being interviewed.”

Leona huffs, locking eyes with Yuu before he gestures upward. The camera moves, showing Jack’s shocked face before his ears pin back in nervousness.

“Uh…”

“Go on runt, introduce yourself.” Leona laughs from off-screen, “It’s only polite after all.”

Jack seemed to be fighting himself, before sighing, “I’m Jack Howl…The contest sounded interesting so I wanted to test myself…”

Yuu quickly turned the camera toward themselves, smiling as they stated, “He has a bet with our firstie squad who could survive the challenge the longest.” They turn the camera back just in time to catch Jack’s embarrassed flush, the wolf beastman turning around to hide his face.

“Don’t say that! Like I would do something like this over such a stupid bet!”

Grim snickers, floating up beside Jack, “If it helps, Ace and Deuce couldn’t even finish their bowls.”

“Really?” Jack turns around, ears perked and tail wagging in mild excitement. But seeing Yuu was still filming him, he scoffed and turned back around, stomping away from them.

Yuu giggles, filming Grim floating in the air as he cackles at Jack’s reaction before they catch someone walking in the background.

“Excuse me, good sir, the fuck?”

Ruggie’s ears twitch, turning around with an uneasy-going grin. In his arms, he carried a number of large empty food containers, “Hey there buddy of mine. What ya need? I’m a little busy.”

“The fuck are you doing with a sales lady’s worth of Tupperware?”

Lifting the containers in his arms, Ruggie simply shrugged, “What? There’s probably gonna be leftovers. I’m just being responsible, can’t have perfectly good food going to waste.”

“Rug-ward, I’m begging you to have respect for yourself. Don’t eat other’s scraps.”

“Free food is free food, prefect, don’t know what to tell ya.”

Yuu turns the camera back to their face, an annoyed scowl clear, "That was Rug-ward Bucci the fifth, everyone. Taking self-respect to new lows."

"Ey!"

"Oi, when is this starting? I'm gonna leave if this takes any longer."

The camera moves back to Leona's lounging figure, "Leona." Yuu waited until the beastman was looking toward them, "Shut up."

The view just barely pulled away as Leona’s hand springs up, his middle finger held out proudly. Yuu blew the camera a kiss, winking coyly, “Leona Kingscholar. Sorry to the masses, he’s single.”

Off-screen, Ruggie shouts out in mild annoyance, “No, he’s not!”

“O-oh, fuck!” Yuu barely managed to stop her choking laugh, looking to the side in surprise. As Yuu giggled, Grim popped into view, a big grin on his face.

“Food’s here! Turn the camera off!”

“Grim! Hold on!” Yuu wrestles the camera from Grim’s paws, smiling while keeping Grim at a distance, “Welp, round two is about to start! Let’s wish our Savanaclaw contestants luck! Also, fuck Leona Kingscholar, that is all.” “Fuck off, prefect!”

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After the ads, the video started again. Yuu was now shown under a table, the sounds of people yelling heard from under the cloth, “Yeah, I don’t know what I was expecting. The second someone started winning, everyone started fighting and that turned into a food fight. Which, if you’ve ever rubbed your eyes after cutting peppers, is a horrible idea…”

Hearing the sounds of the brawl ending, Yuu crawled out from under the table and showed the area. Broken plates and spilled noodles were everywhere, some Savanaclaw members were seen on the ground curled in on themselves as they squirmed in pain, no doubt in agony from stray spice sauce in their eyes.

Jack was seen, openly sweating with his ears pinned back, tongue out as he panted. His bowl was death-gripped in his hands, empty and somehow not shattered into pieces from Jack’s strength. His distressed expression morphs into a stern glare, shoving his bowl forward to show that it was empty.

Yuu’s gave a thumbs up, “Good job, Jack! Go take a cold shower, you are literally coated in sweat. It’s gross.”

They turn away just as Jack lets out a tired groan, head tipping back in a mock howl of agony. Instead, the camera catches Ruggie walking through the set-up tables. The hyena beastman dumped half-empty bowls into his waiting Tupperware containers. The 2nd year even taking time to slurp up a few stray noodles.

“Ruginald! My god! Stop it!”

He shrugged, glaring over to Yuu and making sure to harshly tip a bowl into a container, “Don’t you scold me! I don’t have to pay for lunch or dinner for like two weeks with all this!”

“Did you even compete!?”

Ruggie simply waved them away, once he knew there was no cash prize, the hyena had no reason to actually compete in the hellish contest. But, having access to free food was always good in his book.

Yuu groans, scanning the crowd before finally spotting the house-warden. Leona was back in his lounge chair, stretched out and eyes closed as contained chaos rang out around him. Yuu stood over him with the camera in his face, waiting for the 3rd year to acknowledge their presence.

Groaning, Leona cracked an eye open, “What…?”

“Your results, your royal highness.”

He clicks his tongue, reaching under his chair and pulling out an empty bowl.

“...Mother fucker, did you cheat!?”

Leona only smirked, closing his eye and putting the completely clean bowl back under his chair, “You stated we needed to show a cleared bowl to get the win. Maybe I liked it so much I licked it clean.”

Yuu reached over, managing to bypass Leona’s batting tail to flick the beastman on the ear, “Dirty fucking cheater. A point for you, I guess. Rather you just cheat instead of actually causing a riot like last time.”

Their scolding didn’t dampen Leona’s smirk. He only lifted his hand to show his middle finger to the camera.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The third post was titled with a coral branch, bubbles, an octopus, and weirdly enough, two eel emojis. The video opened seemingly underwater, fish swimming leisurely in the tinted lighting as cursive letters spell out 'Octavinelle' before fading. Smooth jazz played throughout the area, the camera movements suddenly smoother and showcasing the classy decor of the room.

The camera sweeps over other dorm members, sitting poised and ready in suits before the camera is brought over to a two-seated table. Azul sat across the table from Yuu, smiling and tilting his head in greeting while Yuu started speaking.

“Welcome back! I’m here in the opulent Mostro Lounge, with self-made man, Azul Ashengrotto. The owner of said lounge has been oh so kind as to allow us to host in his establishment during prime operation hours.”

Azul smiled, showing his teeth as he turned to Yuu, placing a hand over theirs, “Yes! But, as the house-warden of the house of benevolence, it was only right for me to allow my dear pearl to use my venue for their little contest.” He closes his eyes, bringing Yuu's hand to kiss their knuckles gently.

Yuu nods at Azul’s speech, though their eyes clearly state Azul was already toeing some kind of line with his teasing, “Well said, Azul. But that’s right folks! Our third location is under the sea in the Octavinelle dorm. Maybe the cool waters will ease the fiery spice challenge.”

“But, if it does prove too much,” Azul leans off to the side for a moment, grabbing a glass from a tray from an off-screen Floyd, “Try our newest drink to cool down. Ocean Lemon-Maid. Only at the Mostro Lounge for this week to celebrate Night Raven College’s first annual Spice Endurance Challenge.”

Yuu keeps smiling but strains to whisper, “Are you really using this to fucking advertise that damn drink…”

Azul smiles back at Yuu, fully turning to offer them the blue ombre drink, “Well, how about a free sample? Only for you though, my dear.”

“What, I can’t try it!?” Grim’s voice calls out from somewhere off-camera.

“No.” Azul didn’t even turn his head, eyes only flickering toward the camera in a brief annoyed glance.

Yuu leans closer to Azul, whispering coyly in his ear, “Let him have some.”

Azul visibly shivers on screen, placing the drink down before turning toward the camera with a mildly flushed face, “Cut the recording.” Without waiting for an affirmative, he turned back to Yuu, “No, I’m not letting him have any. You know Grim can’t hold a glass for more than 10 seconds.”

“Pwease~? Look at him, he’s wasting away!” Yuu rests their head against Azul’s shoulder, their arm reaching behind him to twirl his long strand of hair.

The two of them engage in a near-silent conversation, Yuu clearly sneaking in a few flirtatious comments if Azul’s flustered expression was anything to note.

Floyd groans, stepping into frame to cross his arms at the two of them, “Are you guys really gonna sit here and be gross until we start? You could have done this in Azul’s office and I wouldn’t have had to wear this dumb tie!”

Jade speaks from behind the camera, “Floyd, you’re supposed to wear your tie anyway. Just think of it as a favor Azul will have to owe you later.”

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“Yay! Azul, you’ll owe me a big favor later, okay?”

“I didn’t agree to that!?”

“Ah~! Babe, how benevolent of you.” Yuu cups Azul’s opposite cheek, pulling him closer to press a kiss to the cheek closest to them. Pulling away and smiling at the blueish blush creeping on his face, “What a kind and giving boyfriend I have. Makes me feel so lucky to be with you~.”

Azul only pushed his glasses up, a smile on his face while he tried to get his hearts under control, “Well…It only makes sense! I am truly the most generous person you know, my pearl. As your lover, it is a goal to ensure you have all your heart desires.”

“I know. Grim, you can try the drink.”

“Wha-” “YEAH!” Grim swoops into view, grabbing the glass cup with both of his paws before zipping away and cackling.

A few moments pass by before Azul turns to Yuu with an annoyed glare, “Really?”

“I’ll make sure to pay you back if he breaks the glass.”

Azul rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath, “With what money?”

“I’ll pay you back the way we both like.”

The blue blush returns full force once Azul realizes just what Yuu was offering him.

Jade speaks up again, angling the camera slightly downward, “I’m not sure if Cater-San can use this in his video.”

“...” Azul snaps over to Jade, surprised expression changing into a glare, “Are you still filming!?”

The sound of glass breaking off-screen makes Azul groan before he stands, stomping off toward an apologizing Grim.

Yuu smiles, waving at the camera as Floyd shoves his face into their space. His sharp teeth on display as he smiles with his arms wrapped around Yuu’s shoulders. From the background, they could hear Azul scolding Grim and listing off a number of chores the cat monster would be forced to do just to make up for breaking a single glass. Jade soon angles the camera to allow himself to be in frame with his brother and Yuu.

"Guess that leaves me with these two! Jade and Floyd Leech. And if you think you know their family, no you don't."

“The ghosts shall be here soon.” Jade smiles, his own sharp teeth just barely shown, “Round Three will begin shortly.”

“Thank you for the transition point, Jade. Join us in a few moments to see if Octavinelle will sink or swim!”

“Hehehehe, Shrimpy’s got puns!”

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“As you can see, things did not go well.” Yuu held the camera up, a hand patting Azul’s back. The Octo-Mer was hunched over, coughing wildly as he struggled, “At the very least no one’s-Op, spoke too soon. Jade’s on the floor…”

The camera moves, showing Jade face down on the ground. Floyd was shown pacing around the background rubbing at his own tongue with a cloth. In a furious motion, the Eel-Mer whining about the burning. The other Octavinelle students were in various states of distress, most of them all with the bright blue drink on their tables. Trey could also be seen in the background, giving out small baggies of what seemed to be whipped cream to those without the drink.

Yuu turns the camera back to their face, just in time for Azul to brace himself against their side, his other hand clutching onto a glass of lemonade.

“Remember! Ocean Lemon-Maid to cool your burning taste buds! Only at Mostro Lounge for a limited time!” With that, he turned away, chugging the iced juice until the glass was empty. Yuu watched him slam the glass on the table, jumping at the loud clank fearing it would break from the impact.

Azul takes a gasping breath and then looks at the glass still in his grasp, “That actually worked…?”

“Motherfu-I told you lemonade helps with spicy food, you asshole!”

“You tell me…a lot of things, my pearl.” Azul looks at the camera with a strained smile, knowing he had basically admitted to possibly false advertisement plus underestimating his beloved date-mate, “I’m simply pleasantly surprised that it was just as delicious and effective as you said it would be!”

Yuu huffs, walking away as Azul tries to call out to them, “Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky, you’re so cute, you sunshine punk.” Walking over to Trey, Yuu tugged at his sleeve, “Trey, is everybody okay at Heartslabyul?”

“Yeah.” Trey smiles, waving to the camera before focusing on Yuu, “Everyone’s calmed down or are resting, so I decided to make some more whipped cream and bring it to the other dorms to help out.”

Jade popped up, face beet red and slightly sweaty. He rested his cheek against his palm, leaning on his elbow on the floor, “Oh Trey-San, so dependable as always…”

“Hello, Jade.” Trey held out a baggy of whipped cream, smiling at Jade trying to appear in his normal state of suave. He instead jumped when Floyd ripped the baggie from his hands, shoving the plastic and all into his mouth, “F-Floyd! The plastic-!”

Jade simply waved off Trey’s worry, not even flinching as his brother tore apart the baggie and nearly ate the plastic, “It’s fine, he’s eaten worse.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video was titled with a snake, a genie lamp, and a sun emoji. Opening from a bird’s eye view of the massive dorm as 'Scarabia' faded into frame only to be blown away as if it was made of sand. The camera flew around the area, showcasing the ornate landscaping then quickly landed beside a waiting Yuu and Grim, Kalim’s voice coming from behind the lens.

“Was that good? Using the carpet to get the whole dorm in shot was such a good idea, Jamil!”

Jamil walked past the frame, glancing over as he carried a tray of precut meats and vegetables to a hotpot set up away from the other tables. He set the tray on the table, walking over to slip an arm around Yuu's waist and pressing a kiss on their cheek before answering Kalim. “It was a simple idea. No need for the praise-"

Yuu reaches up, squishing Jamil’s cheeks in a single hand, smiling at the annoyed glance he gives them, "Shut up and take the compliment, you beautiful bastard."

Jamil keeps eye contact, clicking his tongue before pulling his face away. He doesn't stay away for long, tilting his head to rest against Yuu's, "Anyway. Here, Kalim. Since you can't participate, I took the liberty of making you a hotpot selection. The oil should be up to temp by now…"

Grim had floated over, mildly grappling with the house-warden before he had the camera in his paws telling them they needed to introduce themselves. Kalim's smiling face came into view, hands braced on his hips as he nearly shouted out, "I'm Kalim al Asim! And I'm super excited to see what the ghosts made! Jamil cooks for all of us all the time and he has a way better spice tolerance than most people. We're used to eating spicy food in Scarabia!"

The camera quickly turns to Jamil, the dark-eyed student raising an eyebrow before nodding his head, "Jamil Viper, vice warden of Scarabia." Jamil let a small smirk form on his face, pulling Yuu closer to speak to them directly, "This will be a very fun 'challenge', spicy food is basically a daily part of life in the Scalding Sands. Though…it'll be nice to be cooked for by someone else for once…"

Kalim frowned, turning to pout at Jamil, "Hey! I cooked just last week!"

"Kalim, I'm glad you're trying to learn to feed yourself, but a bag of warmed-up trail mix with half-melted cheese is not an actual meal."

The house-warden looks away, mumbling under his breath with a pout, "I'm proud of my girl dinners…"

"Yeah…about that." Yuu smiles sheepishly, hip bumping against Jamil’s teasingly, "I was pretty sure you guys would breeze through this challenge so~...I called in help from a guest chef!"

"...Guest chef…?"

Kalim perks up, waving to someone off-screen in the distance, "Lilia!? What are you doing here!?"

Jamil felt an intense sense of dread seeing the Diasomnia student for some reason, "What?"

Yuu grabs the camera, smiling wide as they bring it closer, "Time to put those scalding sands to the test! Who will win? Scarabia or Fae-powered spicy home cooking! Find out after the ads!"

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Yuu's face was in frame as the video came back, "Ok, in hindsight, this could count as a war crime and I am very sorry."

All around, the Scarabia students were in deep distress. Many of them simply laying prone on the ground or face down on the tables. The only ones who still seemed able-bodied were the ones in front of untouched bowls of black and purple-tinted masses of "noodles". Lilia could be seen floating over the crowd, a pout on his face as he surveyed the students.

"Hmmm…maybe the milk I used for the sauce had gone bad? I don't know why all of you got so sick…"

The camera angles over to Kalim, the dorm leader looking at his classmates with a confused yet panicked expression, "I should…call someone, right?"

"Yeah…yeah, call the nurse…or a hazmat team, either or. Jamil…Jamil, baby, you ok?"

Jamil stood braced against a wall with an almost clawing grasp, an empty bowl marked with blacked sludge clutched in his other hand. The second year panted in a clearly distressed pattern, body slicked with sweat and shaking.

"...Babe, you did not have to actually finish the bowl. You would have gotten the win just from tasting it…"

The glare Jamil throws over his shoulder would have been vicious if it didn't look like an angry toddler on the verge of tears. Only to have his face pale and snap back toward the wall, a loud retching sound being heard before Yuu moved the camera away and set it on a table.

"OH! Okay, good God. Alright. Hold on, babe, I'm coming. Grim, go get Trey from Octavinelle!"

Yuu rushes over, the vomiting sounds only getting worse, Grim being seen floating in the opposite direction with a grossed out face before the video ends.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next video had the emoji title of a crown, a bullseye, an apple, and a sparkle. The opening was the highest quality yet, showcasing the grand design of the dorm and even wilderness shots. Smooth transitions only showing this was a prepared film roll meant to only present the best the dorm had to offer. The opening ends with elegant lettering titled 'Pomefiore' before the image fades into Vil and Yuu sitting on a loveseat in the Pomefiore lounge.

"Welcome back, cuties. I'm here with Vil Shoenheit in the Pomefiore lounge for the next part of the Spice Endurance Challenge-"

"Why is this still going?"

"Hm?" Yuu blinks, tilting their head in false confusion while Vil looks at them with crossed arms, "...It's still going because we aren't done, Vil."

"You subjected all of Scarabia to what could only be classified as Chemical Warfare. That's plenty of reason to end this nonsensical little "event" you managed to strong-arm Crowley into approving."

"You know Vil, just because you can't eat seasoning past waving a salt shaker at your food, doesn't mean other people don't like it."

"Jamil has food poisoning, Yuu."

"He's fine."

"80% of Scarbia is in the infirmary."

"They're. Fiiiiiine…"

Vil sighed, rolling his eyes and flicking open a pocket mirror. As he checked over his lipstick, he muttered, "Just finish your mediocre intro. Neither you nor Cater have the funds to book me on film for long."

"Primadonna Bitch- anyway, Cuties! Vil here is actually very knowledgeable about food science and is kind enough to give us a crash course in the health benefits and downfalls of a spice-heavy diet.

" It's my pleasure, Yuu." Vil snaps the mirror closed, placing it in his sleeve with a fluid motion before looking toward the camera, "The compound found inside spicy foods known as "Capcaisin" has been shown in moderate amounts to increase metabolism, improve digestive health, and even extend lifespans in some cases. But the true downfall comes from excessive consumption of it. Leading to a number of issues involving extreme irritation of tissue both internal and external. It's also been shown to increase bad cholesterol in cases."

Vil turns to Yuu, smiling sweetly as he tilts his head in a clearly practiced movement, "Which is why I feel this challenge is not only foolish but dangerous for my dorm."

Yuu smiles back, copying Vil's head tilt in a mocking over-performed mirroring, " Don't worry Vil. One day you'll be able to handle spicy food like Salsa or Wheat Bread."

The dorm head looked one second away from poisoning his co-host, only to be interrupted by the voice behind the camera.

"Ah~! I'm so excited to see the level of spiciness we will be graced with today! It's always a pleasant treat to enjoy a food that has the power to physically impact the body."

"Oh, you like spicy food Rook?" Yuu had stood from the couch, leaving behind a calmed Vil, and grabbed the camera. Turning it around to show the bob-haired student, "May I introduce the hunter of beauty and love, Rook Hunt."

Rook smiled, closing his eyes as he gave a polite half bow, "Bonjour beautés! And to answer mon vieille amor, I indulge in spicy food if it is the culture of the area my family visits on our yearly vacation. The smell, the taste, the visuals! Spicy food is another form of beauty that I adore exploring. This challenge will be a test of mon skills!"

"Well, I'm glad someone," the camera swings back quickly, just barely showing Vil in focus before moving back to Rook's smiling face, "is excited for my fun, wholesome challenge!"

Vil speaks up from behind the camera, "Scarabia. Infirmary. Chemical Warfare."

The sound of the door clicking open pulls their attention to it. The camera focuses on a startled Epel, the first year not expecting to walk into being filmed. He tried to hide it, sheepishly brushing his hair with his fingers as he cleared his throat.

"The dining room is ready. Everyone who was approved to compete is waiting to start." He smiled gently at the camera, his practiced persona coming across as calm and pleasant.

Rook exclaims off-camera, moving toward the door and starting to wax poetic about the challenge. Holding the door open for Vil to walk through, the house-warden going to look over the event and make sure his dormmates weren't slacking in their table manners.

Once the two third years were out of the room, Yuu turned the camera toward Epel, “The myth, the legend. Epel Felmier, anything to say to the masses about your upcoming challenge?”

Epel walks beside them, looking in front of them. After checking that Vil and Rook weren’t looking at them, he turned to the camera. His serene expression changed to a wicked almost cocky smirk, the hint of a southern twang coming into his voice, “Those other losers are goin' fuckin' down-”

“Epel!”

The lavender-haired first-year snaps back into a “proper” look, “I didn’t do noth-ahem- I haven’t done anything!” He rushes forward, running to catch up with his upperclassmen.

Yuu moves the camera to their face, sticking out their tongue and winking before the video cuts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The video comes back from the ad roll. Yuu is seen standing beside Vil as he gives out small glasses of chocolate milk. They lean closer to Vil, smiling as the third year looks at them from the corner of his eye, "Wow, that was boring as shit."

Vil stealthily elbows Yuu in the sternum, just enough to jostle her off of his person but not enough to hurt, "If by boring, you must mean civilized. Or maybe mannered. I'll even accept refined."

"That's what I said. Boring." Yuu walks the floor, showing the many unfinished bowls, "Most took one slurp of noodles and instantly forfeited. But, Vil made them sit and suffer through the spice until the buzzer rang since they made the choice to do the challenge. Some actually managed to finish though."

Yuu moves the camera toward Rook. The Florian smiling with a red face but mostly unfazed, taking small sips of his chilled milk.

"Was it good, Rook?"

"It was wondrous! The taste reminded me of a family-owned business ma famille visited at the edge of the Scalding Sands in my youth. I will admit, I believe this was spicier! All in all, beauté! 100 points from me!"

"I'm so glad!" The camera moves over to Epel, the first year hunched over with his hands gripping onto his knees as he panted, "How about you, Epel? Did you have fun?"

The shorter first year doesn't turn around, only lifting one of his arms to flip the bird.

"EPEL!"

Epel finally looks up, glaring over his shoulder at Vil. His face was bright red, sweat clearly dripping down his face. His shirt was unbuttoned, his tie undone and hanging limply around his neck. Shaking his head, he looked over to Grim, the cat monster lazily slurped up noodles from the unfinished bowls, "Time!?"

Grim huffed, eyes looking to the wall clock to his left. Chewing before he swallowed, "You're at 3 minutes."

"GAWD DAUMN’IT!"

"EPEL!"

Yuu chuckles, "Just take the milk, Epel." They shake their head as Epel waves Vil away, nonverbally telling the house-warden to leave him alone, “Epel, you’re suffering. Just drink the damn milk.”

“No!” The first-year groans at Vil’s glare, shaking his head as though it would shake the spice out of his mouth, “ ‘m nawt givin’ up til ah outlast those two bootlickers at least!”

“You’re drooling on the nice rug, Epel. Tap out before Vil makes us cut the cameras to beat your ass.”

“FUCK OFF BEFORE AH CREAM YAWR CORN!”

“Before you what my what!?” Yuu laughs, almost dropping the camera from their shaking. Their laughter only grew stronger seeing Vil’s figure walking into frame and covering the camera before the feed cuts.

~*~*~*~*~*~

This opening was the shortest so far. A black screen with bright blue lights lining out blocky text to spell 'Ignihyde' before the text enlarges. The text engulfs the screen, transitioning to show Yuu lounging on a futuristic couch with a giddy Ortho sitting on the armrest.

" Welcome back, Cuties! I'm here in the cutting-edge Ignihyde lounge with the darling of the underworld, Ortho Shroud."

Ortho waved happily, eyes closed to show the illusion of a smile, "Hello everyone! I'm happy I was asked to help host this segment. Ignihyde will do their best to win this challenge! We've had nights where we trained by eating spicy chips and candy. I believe the overall spice tolerance of the dorm increased by 18.7%!"

Yuu leans closer to Ortho, giving a stage whisper, "Is that high?"

Ortho leans just as close, eyes wide as he nodded softly, "Yes. Those are very good numbers."

"Well, you heard the numbers folks! Ignihyde could take the crown!"

"CROWN!?"

The camera wipes over to the shout. Huddled out of sight were most of the challengers. But seeing the camera focused on them, they began to scatter and shove at each other. Idia was the unlucky one left behind, even though he was the one who shouted.

He shied away from the lens, lips pressed together in a frown as he scrambled to pull his hood over his head, "Y-you…you said that the prize was a class credit…what am I supposed to do with some dumb IRL crown…?"

Ortho fell into view, thankfully shielding his brother from view and helping to calm his nerves, "Nii-San! Think about it though. If we had a physical crown, we could display it! It'll be a conversation starter for new students and a point of pride!"

Idia simply sulked harder, almost appearing to fold under an invisible weight as his back hunched farther, "I was gonna use that free credit to get out of gym for the semester…what am I gonna do now…?"

"Nii-San…"

Yuu smiled from their seat, standing up to grab the camera from Grim and walk closer to Idia, ignoring him trying to close his hoodie opening around his face, " C'mon, Idia! You may not have a free class credit, but you get a free crown~. Think of the cosplay potential!"

"..." Idia slowly perked up, mumbling under his breath, "There is…the King of the Soul Darks cosplay I've been wanting to try…having a crown already made would save time if I don't have to change it up too much…" With a frown and panic still clear on his face, Idia turns back to Yuu and nods, "Fine…"

"Great! You were going to do it anyway since you agreed to in the first place. A verbal contract is still a contract, Idia, and I'm not above dragging you through a whole legal process over it.."

"Geez! Why are you always so aggro to me!?" He scowls, turning to sulk as the tips of his hair flicker into a red hue, "I swear I thought you and Azul-Shi dating would nerf you both, it just buffed your worst stats instead. Not to mention all the debuff attacks you gained from getting Jamil-Shi and Malleus-Shi…"

Yuu laughs from behind the camera, shooing Idia away, "Yeah, yeah. Go cry about it at the table. The ghosts will be here soon."

Ortho floated behind Idia, brows downturn as he whined slightly, "Nii-San! You promised you'd do the event since you said it was too dangerous for me to do!" His expression perked up, tilting his head in a show of excitement, " But, if you really don't want to do it, I'll compete in your place!"

"No, Ortho." Idia shakes his head, taking his seat at the head of the table, "I normally don't mind making the proper upgrades for you to taste and eat food. But the level of spice that was advertised got me worried about the internal damage your wiring could take. I'm all for you having fun, but not at your own risk…"

"Ah…that's true…but if you really don't want to…"

Idia smiles, small and soft as he ruffles the flames on Ortho's head, "I'm fine. I'm upset the loot isn't gonna be as good as I thought. But loot is loot ya know? Plus, you did help me grind for this. It'd be a waste to let all your hard work go untested."

"Omg, y'all cute as fuck."

Ortho giggles, eyes closing in joy as Idia turns to the camera with a glare, "Do you mine? This is a family-only cut scene here…"

The sound of Grim yelling broke their moment, the cat monster yelling about seeing the familiar line of ghosts entering the pocket dimension.

Yuu angles the camera back to their face, smiling and throwing up a peace sign, "It's that time again, Cuties! Who will win? The Spice of Life or the Spawn of Hades? Find out after this commercial break!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The camera cuts back to screaming.The whole of Ignihyde surrounded Idia as he struggled to slurp up the noodles in his bowl, face red and the color slowly spreading into his hair. The other dorm members all shouted encouragement, chanting out Idia’s name and let out a wild cheer when he swallowed the last of the noodles.

Yuu points to the bowl from out of frame, managing to yell over the cheering Ignihyde members, "You gotta drink the broth! The broth!"

Idia gives out a frustrated yell, but grabs onto the bowl and brings it to his face. The chant changed from his name to a simple 'Chug'. Yuu swings the camera around, showing the other dorm members in their various states of post-spice consumption. But closest in the crowd were Cater and Ortho, each cheering on either of Idia’s sides.

Before long, the sound of a bowl hitting the table made the crowd go wild. Ignihyde yelled and jumped around. A simple victory but one that the dorm would be sure to hold over anyone who brought up the challenge. At that point, they were the only dorm that managed to have everyone finish their bowls.

Yuu cheers, moving the camera to show her and Grim joining the hug that Ortho and Cater engulfed Idia in, " He did it! He finished the bowl of broth and all! The spawn of Hades beat the Spice of Life!!!"

The video ends on Idia’s teary smile, the house-warden smiling through the burning to give a peace sign.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Diasomnia was intimidating, even through the medium of film. Yuu only showed the large imposing castle against the dark sky, the silence of their boots crunching on dried dirt.

Opening the massive doors, Yuu is greeted by a few Diasomnia students, most of them jumping up and rushing to the dining room upon seeing them. Walking to the seemingly mile-long dining hall, Yuu quickly ran to the end of the table, "Malleus! I'm here!"

The Draconia heir looks up from the table, smiling brightly and opening his arms to accept their hug. Chuckling as Yuu makes themselves at home in his lap, "Child of man. I'm glad you've come. I was beginning to worry you had forgotten about me…"

Yuu coos, camera angled away but you could hear the over dramatic sounds of them pressing kisses to Malleus's face, "I could never forget you. You're too tall for that."

Pulling away, Yuu laughs, showing Malleus's pouting face before showing the camera a snoozing Silver, "Silver!"

Aurora eyes snap open, looking around in brief panic before he calms. Making eye contact, he eased back into his normal neutral expression, "Oh, Yuu. It's starting soon then?"

"Yep! You guys are the last dorm of the night so let's try to get this wrapped up nice and neat. Roll call boys!"

Silver nods, sitting up straighter in his chair, "I'm Silver…VanRouge. I'm not sure if I enjoy spicy food…but Lilia said this would be a good experience and excuse to find out."

The camera moves, Sebek nearly sending his chair to the floor from how fast he stood up, "Im Sebek Zigvolt! The only reason I'm doing this pitiful human challenge is to show the might of not only Diasomnia, but of Waka-Sama himself!"

Yuu moved closer, speaking in a stage whisper to Sebek's serious expression, "Hey Sebek, can you yell louder? I think the dead are still asleep."

Sebek's frown only grew deeper, clearly biting his tongue to not insult his employer's lover.

The camera moved to show Malleus, the horned fae still pouting and remaining silent.

"..." Yuu tilts their head, "Peligroso?"

"...Do you really only remember me because I'm tall?"

"Oh my God. Sebek hold this." The camera was shoved into Sebek's hands. The first-year fumbling and turned it off briefly. When the camera cuts back in, Yuu is on Malleus's lap. Yuu was asking Sebek to double-check check the camera was on again as Malleus happily hummed into Yuu's neck.

Yuu had to prompt him to look up and acknowledge the camera to introduce himself, "I am Malleus Draconia, heir of Briar Valley. I'm curious to see if the human concept of 'spicy' will even register to my pallet."

"Because you can breathe fire, you think you can't taste if food is spicy?" Yuu tilts their head in question, comfortably lounging in Malleus's hold, giggling when the fae responds by breathing a smoke ring at them.

The camera was forcibly moved, ruby eyes glittering in excitement, "Hello~! You saw me earlier today as a guest chef! I'm Lilia VanRouge. I'm so excited for this challenge!" He pouts, releasing his hold on the camera to float over Malleus and Yuu, "Though I am mildly upset. They wouldn't let me cook for our dorm like I did for Scarabia…"

"Well Lilia, you are competing. It'd be a conflict of interest." Not to mention his food would simply take out the whole dorm that he did Scarabia…

Silver shuddered briefly, thankful he didn't have to eat his father's idea of 'spicy food'. Once the phantom stomach pains had ended, he questioned Yuu, "Did you not come with Grim?"

"He stopped at the kitchen to see if he could get a bowl before the challenge started. He's done pretty well waiting at each challenge all day so this was to be expected…"

No more than 10 minutes had passed before Grim rushed into the room, crashing into Yuu's arms. He looked up with a panicked expression, "We gotta cancel."

"What?"

Jamil suddenly appeared, covering Grim's mouth and pulling him off Yuu's lap, "Don't mind him. He's just mad I didn't let him have any of the food."

Lilia perks up, smiling at the Scarabia student, "Oh Jamil! So good to see you up again. Feeling better I see?"

"Oh, I'm going to."

Yuu climbs off Malleus's lap, smiling nervously at Jamil’s calm expression, "Hey Jamil…babe

…were you…in the kitchen?"

"Yes. I decided to pay Lilia back for giving our dorm such a challenge. So I convinced the ghosts to let me be a guest chef."

"..." Yuu smiles to the camera, making eye contact with Sebek who seemed just as on edge as they were, "Riiiiight…Well! I guess I'm right to assume the ghosts- oh! There they are! Sebek, give Grim the camera and go sit."

Sebek mumbled briefly, stating that Yuu wasn't 'the boss of him' before handing the camera to a nervous Grim. Yuu realized why Grim was nervous. The food was hot, of course, but the smell was much different than the standard spicy noodles every other dorm had gotten. The scent was almost painful. Clear, bright orange flecks are seen in the steamy broth. A few students were already tearing up from the vapors alone, turning away to try to clear their eyes.

"..." Yuu whispers, standing beside a smiling Jamil, "Babe, what the fuck did you do?"

Jamil shrugged, looking at the camera with a serene smile, "Oh I just added some dried peppers that I had in the Scarabia kitchen that Kalim had imported. A few sauces from my personal stash. A few tablespoons of pure capcaisin."

"Jamil…" Yuu was struggling to not laugh, realizing the actual danger Jamil had just brought into the dorm, "Jamil, there's innocent people here."

He reaches over, his hand gripping onto Yuu's chin to keep them in place as he turns his head. Almost hissing out with a growl from his throat, "I don't care."

"Jamil." Their laughter was high, amused but on the edge of hysteria.

Silver looked into the bowl before him. Raising his hand as he followed his gut, "I'd like to forfeit."

The Scarbia student nodded, mildly disappointed one of his victims had the brain cells to drop out, "That'd be for the best."

Yuu looked to the camera, smiling through the worry, "If you're watching, pray for them!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

"You could have killed someone."

Jamil’s satisfied smile slid into an annoyed frown, raising an eyebrow in question, "What do you call what happened in Scarabia?"

"A miscalculation. This was just attempted manslaughter, again."

Grim floated over the 'remains' of Diasomnia. Silver doing his best to help Trey pass out baggies of whipped cream or casting cooling charms on the groaning students. Malleus sat at the head of the table, hands clasped tightly and face tense, but still pale. Sebek lay prone on the floor, eyes closed as if he was sleeping. The only hint that he had taken part in the challenge was that his face was beet red, almost glowing.

Lilia stood braced against a wall, taking deep and slow breaths. His jacket and vest were off, anything to keep his body cool. He looked over his shoulder, face carrying a decent blush from the heat, "What did you use?"

"Trade secret."

"Hmmp. I suppose. We really must cook together Jamil! I haven't had food with such a kick since I first had Scalding Sands cuisine! Though…next time maybe use a bit less of your 'trade secret'? It was so spicy I couldn't taste anything…"

Jamil smiles, shrugging and moving to leave the room, "Aw. Too bad. But, I guess we'll see if I have the time in my schedule." He stops at Yuu, pressing a kiss to their cheek and waving goodbye, "Later."

Shaking their head, they watch their boyfriend leave, "He really showed up, committed a crime, and said 'Later'." Their gaze turns to Malleus, the fae staring down at the table as though it would unlock untold secrets, "Malleus? You okay?"

The fae looks up, frowning before he tried to speak. Instead of words, all that came out of his open mouth was a ball of green fire. The flames thankfully stopped the moment he closed his mouth, though it left the table heavily scorched.

"O-oh! Oh, baby boy…was it spicy?" Yuu laughs at the pout Malleus sends their way. They walk over to nuzzle and press kisses to Malleus's cheeks, Grim turning away from them to film Sebek's still form.

Moments pass before Grim calls out, "Hey, is he breathing?"

…

Silver walks over, a finger placed under Sebek's nose to check his breathing.

…

"..." Silver breathes a sigh of relief, "He's breathing."

Yuu speaks up, "Okay, he needs a whole ass hospital…"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The final video opened with Yuu sitting in the Ramshackle lounge, the fireplace alight and casting the room in a warm glow as they stroked a sleeping Grim.

"Well, Cuties. We had a fun day. We saw some sights, heard some sounds, committed a few crimes. A successful prank if I do say so myself."

Yuu pauses smiling at the camera before they nod, "Yes. A prank. This was all a little joke that I now realize, I probably shouldn't have done. I forget sometimes that Night Raven boys are competitive, and vicious, and a little stupid." Their laughter momentarily disturbed Grim. The cat monster huffs on their lap until they quiet down.

Once they were sure Grim was peacefully sleeping, Yuu looked back to the camera, "But in all seriousness, I'm not taking responsibility for the various food crimes committed on film today. Like…Lilia was a mistake that I should have seen coming. I did not know Jamil was going to come in with the fucking chair at the last round…I hope the nurse isn't mad at me. She's a nice lady…"

They shrug, "Well, Cuties. That's all for today from me! This is Yuu signing off and let's hope you don't see me hosting a challenge again, because at this point I fear I will actually get someone killed with my cruel and unusual torture methods. Or as I like to call them, Funny Little Ha-Ha's."

Yuu smiles, waving as the video fades to black.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #yuu oc #malleus x yuu #azul x yuu #jamil x yuu #twst heartslabyul #twst savanaclaw #twst octavinelle #twst scarabia #twst pomefiore #twst ignihyde #twst diasomnia

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camellia-salazar · 1 year ago

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January's Set of Fan Art/Doodles

OH GOD I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS!! Good thing I just remembered before it was too late. I didn't get to draw and post this the day of but at least I got to post it before January ends.

I also tried to match the art style just like with other characters from other shows and stuff.

The set of Kindergarten fan doodles took forever to finish. It also felt forever getting back into the game. Idk why I put it off for so long I loved the game so much back in 9th grade.

Shit I failed to change the Hexley twin's sleeves back to long hhh

Characters from my January interests (besides Willow I just wanted to draw him). 4 characters I drew because of reactions, 3 because I got into them myself, and Alastor for both and because I'm also watching Hazbin Hotel with my parents and sister. Also I miss Geologist Randy, ngl. 🥲 And I didn't even watch 101DS yet I'm watching the 90s show first and there's like 65 episodes 💀 AND THE SECOND MOVIE AFTER 😭 idek if they matter for 101DS

I just felt like drawing them. Probably my two most favorite villains of WC. They were also the two most heart broken. Huh.

Just a quick draw of Hollyleaf (or Hollypaw cause of no scars). Nothing much to say on it I just drew her, just because.

Thanks for viewing my fan art! Hope you had a great January 2024!! 💖✨👋

Read more down below if you want to ⬇️:

Oh and I also drew Warrior Cats x Hazbin Hotel AU. I had a blast with that, so if any one wants to see it let me know. (I also made a Warriors x BJHM AU a while back, not as proud of it as I am of WC x HH but I might show you that one before the other one just because its older).

There was gonna be another page of fan doodles but my tablet died and I don't think I'll have enough time to finish it when it's charged before midnight (my fault for putting it off tbh). So I'm gonna post it for February. Thanks for waiting on me to post it. Man am I hooked on new content this month and probably next month too. Can't wait to watch em.

I got a few sort of new fan art that I'll post next month just because I want to put in tags for them.

But anyway thanks again! Cya in February!! 💖✨👋

(curse the tag limit... Why couldn't it be 50 tags instead of 30?)

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eternaltae7 · 4 months ago

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Hani’s Relationship with Hoshi and Seungkwan

Fox of BTS | BTS 8th Member

Hani shares a lively and dynamic friendship with Hoshi (Soonyoung) and Seungkwan from Seventeen, often referring to them as the “3 Amigos.” Hoshi, known for his vibrant personality, was the first of the two to meet Hani. When they crossed paths during a music event, he immediately took a liking to her. Recognizing that Hani was somewhat shy and reserved, Hoshi made it his mission to help her come out of her shell.

Shortly after they met, Hoshi introduced Hani to Seungkwan, whose boisterous energy perfectly complemented Hoshi’s more playful vibe. Seungkwan’s infectious laughter and humor quickly drew Hani in, and the trio soon formed an inseparable bond. However, Hoshi occasionally teases that he regrets introducing her to Seungkwan because now he has to share her affection and attention with his fellow member. The two often engage in light-hearted banter and friendly competition over who gets to be Hani’s “best friend,” leading to hilarious arguments and playful antics.

Despite their loud personalities, Hoshi and Seungkwan help Hani come out of her shell, encouraging her to be more outgoing and adventurous. Hani appreciates their support and feels safe expressing herself around them, knowing they’ll always have her back. They frequently engage in fun activities together, including dance challenges, which they post on their TikTok accounts. Their videos showcase their chemistry and humor, often leaving fans in stitches as they try to keep up with the latest trends.

Tik Tok Dance Video

One day, the trio decided to film a TikTok dance challenge to one of the latest K-pop hits. Hoshi and Seungkwan were especially excited, their competitive spirits flaring up as they debated over who would be the better dancer. Hani stood in the middle, laughing at their antics as they argued about the best choreography.

“Come on, Hani! You know I’m the better dancer!” Hoshi exclaimed, striking a pose and showing off his moves with exaggerated flair.

“Please! I can’t believe you just said that!” Seungkwan shot back, folding his arms with a smirk. “You’ve got nothing on my vocal line!”

Hani giggled, feeling grateful for her friends’ playful energy. “Okay, okay! Let’s just see who can nail the choreography first,” she suggested, trying to keep the peace while also wanting to join in on the fun.

After a few practice runs, they set up the camera, and the three of them launched into the routine. Hani’s movements were fluid and graceful, and her confidence had grown with each take. Hoshi and Seungkwan added their signature flair, making the whole performance entertaining. However, midway through the dance, Hoshi missed a step and bumped into Seungkwan, causing them both to stumble and burst into laughter.

Hani couldn’t help but join in, her laughter ringing through the air. “You guys are such a mess!” she teased, wiping tears of joy from her eyes.

Despite the hiccups, they finished the dance and decided to upload the video anyway. The fans loved it, and the comments flooded in, praising their chemistry and how much fun they seemed to have together. The “3 amigos” had once again created a memorable moment that not only showcased their friendship but also reminded Hani of how lucky she was to have such supportive and joyful friends in her life.

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koduflower2000 · 1 year ago

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hey guys, i am back

oh man, I missed Tumblr.

Anyways, here's the first 5 of the OCs of my moots I drew this year.

Enjoy :D

@clownpalette silly turtle LOL

@homobrainjuice BRAINJUICE IS BACK IN THE FLESH

@penipenimermaids Merpen loves you!

@spinspoon it's your favorite silly boy!! :D

@fizzycereal ATLAS PATS STRIKES AGAIN

But seriously, I just wanted to do it all for Christmas Special, but OH BOY THE PROCASTINATION WENT HARD LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HOWEVER I HAVE BEEN DETERMINED TO FINISH EVERYTHING FOR 3 DAYS AFTER THE VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

And speaking of asks, I planned to answer them tomorrow, so anyone is free to ask me more if interested.

anyways, I'm tired now and I'm gonna sleep.

Goodnight! :)

#koduflower2000 talks #koduflower2000 art

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herotome · 1 year ago

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Special Informal Devlog

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Aaaa. I missed the update last week... as we crawl closer and closer to release, it's become harder for me to write devlogs. I'm making progress every single day, and that makes me so frustrated that it isn't done yet, you know? 😭 Something something curse of perfectionism...

Anyway.

I thought I'd try something a little different with this post by chronicling a specific screen I've worked very hard on, from start to finish!

(Pictured: a preview of where we're gonna end up)

It all began on... August 2021?! Yowza, two years ago! When I posted a poll on tumblr and on itch about how I should handle flirt indicators. The votes were split 50/50 between two popular options, and I was able to surmise that yall would really, really love an option to toggle between the two.

It didn't take me long to figure out how to implement the toggle itself.

The following year (September 2022), I came up with the idea of putting in an illustrated tutorial on how my flirt indication system works - after all, poll participants had told me that they loved the idea and had never seen it before in other games. I was on a treadmill at the time, so I quickly doodled the idea on my phone. It looks like this:

Then when I got home, I did a rough pen draft to solidify the idea...

I worked on the digital version over the next 2-3 weeks, and asked my friends for help with editing the text to ensure clarity.

.... Then I took a looong break from the infographic to, uh.... write, edit, playtest the game, draw expressions for Griffin CG, draw expressions for the landlord, work on a new Clammy Lady sprite, playtest the game again, make all the characters blink, make the first glowing animation for Jade's powers, code in Griffin's CG expressions, stress about paypal making changes in my country, do concept art for upcoming npcs, write some more, playtest some more, draw a birthday picture for Dart, write devlogs every single week, make sure all my files were safely transferred to my new laptop before my old one completely died... etc.

So it was February 2023 by the time I came back around to try implementing the infographic in code :')

... It was functional, but no matter what I tried, I didn't like how it looked with everything crammed into one page.

... Then I got really sick... but after I recovered and did some more work (drawing, writing, playtesting, etc) I came back to the infographic with the intention to learn how to code pages in renpy.

Still didn't look phenomenal, but there's a whole lot more breathing room! This was in April 2023.

I took another "break" (worked on a million other things) and then... FINALLY... in late August 2023, just a few weeks ago, I had an art breakthrough!

I had garnered a better understanding of color and poses, and as a result my chibis became a LOT cuter! I was able to redraw most of them without too much hassle - whereas when I first started, it would take me all day to draw a single one.

I also drew custom heart icons (a plain heart, a golden heart, and a broken heart), figured out how to make text buttons look more fun and intuitive..

And here's where we're at now!!! I still need to draw eyes for Dart.... but I researched and absorbed a lot about screen compositions, and had a rather late realization that I could re-use backgrounds and assets I already have in the game.

That's it for the special edition. I'll update with more soon!

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

#herotome update #herotome highlights #interactive fiction #indie game #oelvn #otome #visual novel #otome game #english otome #indie #chibis #anime

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kdrama-movies-more · 5 months ago

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놀아주는 여자 Web Novel Author: Park Soo-jung's Blog

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A: Visit to the Filming Set (2023)

"I visited the set of Playful Woman. I visited with the production company CEO and greeted the director and actors.

Because the weather was hot, we also sent a coffee truck to cheer them on. I went with Jun-soo and only Jun-soo took a certification photo…lol

The production company's PDs kindly guided me around the set so I was able to tour it all.

I didn't take any pictures because I was worried that someone might appear for an unreleased drama, but I looked around Ji-hwan's house, Go Yang-hee's office, Mi-ho's house, etc, and it was all so interesting.

I used to watch a lot of outdoor filming when I was a drama fan, but this is my first time on a set….

Ji-hwan's office and home really smell like a Romance male lead. Meow’s office was luxurious. Actually, seeing the appreciation plaque with Go Yang-hee's name on it was kind of amazing hahaha

(I will delete spoilers from below on haha)

On this day, Ji-hwan, Eun-ha, Dong-hee, and Il-young were on set.

Unfortunately, I guess Mi-ho and Hyun-woo actors didn't have any filming that day, and I was curious about Yena too...And the actor who played Miho's father is someone I like, so I was sad that I couldn't see him ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

First, I greeted the actors, watched them film, and got their autographs during the intermission after the scene ended.

First of all, our Eun-ha, Han Seon-hwa.

We happened to be filming a scene where Eunha was just throwing her heart out to Jihwan, and she was really pretty and good at it! He said it was amazing seeing the original author for the first time haha.

Before I met Uhm Tae-goo, I knew from entertainment shows that he was very shy, so I tried not to talk to him lol, but contrary to my expectations(?), he welcomed me very warmly.

When he signed it, he said, “I’m a lot smaller than you thought in the original…” (ㅠ_ㅠ) “No, you’re so cool!” I said that and I meant it lol.

He looks great on screen, but he's really cool in person.

I didn't get to tell you, but at the beginning of this year, I was actually wishing for Taegu Eom to have a huge success…

By the way, TMI but my husband's name is Uhm Tae-*, so Mr. Uhm Tae-goo is like no one else lol.

The next autograph is actor Yang Hyun-min, who plays the role of Jae-soo among the group.

Actually, the names and lineup of the characters are different from the original, lol. At first, I didn't know what their roles were. Sorry.

"But this author is a washout huh? I asked, and he was surprised and said, "The author is the best... How could I possibly say the author is a washout..."ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I also got the autograph of DKZ Jaechan, who plays Donghee.

ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Among the writers I'm close with, there's someone who enjoyed Jae-chan's dramas, so I had to brag about it, so I looked for Jae-chan's autograph diligently, and he was resting on a chair that looked like a male protagonist (you'll know him if you watch it on TV). Actually, before this Junsu came back from the bathroom and said, "There are two really handsome guys in the bathroom." I found out that one of them was Jaechan. As expected of a professional idol, he was really pretty and handsome.

The last one is Il-young, actor Kim Hyun-jin, who I loved the most in the original work.

He's really handsome, of course, and his tall height and his face is… small. Lol.

Since there is a tall person in my family, most people don't think as tall, but found out that I am really tall… and later I looked up his profile and found out that I am 189cm tall.

Anyway, our Il-young is cool from the visual standpoint. He said he hasn't signed much yet and was wondering what to write as a comment, so I just said, "I love you", and he really did lol. Now that look, he even drew a heart.

Il-young should've just been mine… I made him get with Mi-ho for nothing (groaning)

I greeted you warmly and finished my visit to the filming set.

The production company gave me the script for episode 12 as a gift. My name is also printed beautifully on the cover :) I originally thought it was going to be 12 episodes, but they said it was going to be 16 episodes.

I hope the remaining filming goes well, and I also want to see you on TV soon."

B. Watching Episode 2 Live (2024)

"While Jun-soo and I were watching the 2nd episode, the food poisoning milk episode came up.

I had a feeling from the moment Eunha ran into the hospital- "Now the mothers will throw milk at Eun-ha and Ji-hwan will block it with his body XD"

"Of course Mom would know because Mom wrote it."

"No, no that's not something I wrote. It's an episode created by a drama writer."

"But how do you know?"

"Mom has a knack for romance lol"

But I wonder what happens when I close my eyes and count to ten. Will he handle the parents while counting to ten...

I'm curious so I'll watch next week too.

Let’s all watch together hehe"

#my sweet mobster #kdrama #the woman who plays #playing with the hot gangster

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guessimate · 6 months ago

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Today I'm finishing playing the Bruni family, whom we visited in the previous post already. I'm playing the main part of the family for 2 seasons, therefore we are also starting round VII.

I rolled another ROS for them and it turned out to be a time of fast/lent. Sims would only be allowed to eat one meal at a table a day (excluding pregnant sims and children). I decided against using fresh ingredients like fish because they are very filling, and I had my sims prepare regular grilled cheese instead.

I also allow my sims to drink water from the sink if they are on the brink of heatstroke etc. I decided against rolling for possible deaths, at least for this household, since they were already getting two deaths of old age anyway.

Additionally, I only allowed my sims to go to the community bathhouse once this round, because I didn't want their needs to reset or something. Hungry and stinky sims are not very cooperative...

Apparently Romans would fast if an important battle was coming, but I hope no war will come to my empire yet... From my limited google research it looks like Romans would only eat 1 proper meal per day on a regular basis... I don't think Sims would appreciate it very much.

Since the emperor is dying this round, this lent could be to honor his death. Because this ROS is happening to the emperor's family, I decided to apply it to everyone in the summer. Emperor Geatano imposed a lot of rules on his people, first banning marriages in spring, and now asking his people to hold a fast.

This ban could turn out to be really bad for the Orange family who have a werewolf. On the other hand the Imagos were baking a lot last round, perhaps in preparation for what was to come.

~*~

The imperial couple got their wedding anniversary, but I didn't throw any more parties for their grandchildren's birthdays. I didn't think it would make much sense to eat cakes if they were fasting, so everyone aged up without much fanfare.

~*~

I decided to give the future emperor Mnevis a shorter hairstyle when he aged up. Apparently facial hair and long hair in general was unacceptable at some point in the Roman Empire, so it would make sense to have all my male sims have their hair shaved once the new emperor rises to power.

Mnevis took a liking to the arts and drew some pictures of his grandparents. He's going to be a patron of arts with his 8 creativity skill points. He's following into his uncle Nepri's footsteps (who had drawn a picture of his now deceased brother before). The emperor's estate is slowly turning into an art gallery.

~*~

Because all Geatano wanted to do was to send his offspring to university and university is not unlocked until the Middle Ages, I decided to fulfill Nepri's wish of getting into the private school.

The headmaster was not very impressed with the big and largely empty rooms, but he absolutely loved talking to the empress and he thought the Sunday meal was exquisite (starving will do it to you!). They really bribed him with a freshly-cooked meal of blackened catfish in the time of fasting.

~*~

What's up with my Knowledge aspiration teens and getting Ds because they don't want to do homework...? It's the second time it's happening in this neighbourhood! Maybe it makes sense. After all they didn't go to school as children in 'prehistorical' times and now they are struggling to grasp the basics.

Nepri got a D and then wanted to learn to study and get an A. Sadly, he didn't manage to get through his huge pile of homework. Thankfully his grades only deteriorated so much at the end of his teenage years, so he didn't get fired from his job. He's still a Seminary Student level 3 of the Church of the Watcher career and he kept his job level when he aged up into an adult.

Nepri was afraid of being uneducated, but unfortunately this fear had to come true... Even though he was a happy teen, aspiration failure awaited him on his birthday. Even if it weren't ancient times, he probably wouldn't have gone to university with almost failing grades.

Nepri is attracted to Venus Primula, the Knowledge aspiration alien. It took him a while to get a crush on her, but he wanted to have a dream date and make out, so eventually he caught some feelings towards her. I will probably play the Oranges (and Venus) next.

~*~

I thought the emperor and his wife would die this round, but I had some odd bug with them getting extra days of life, as if they had drunk the elixir of life. In the end, I aged them up with the sim blender to help them get to the place of eternal rest.

Empress Bunefer died having accumulated ~325.000 aspiration points, and Geatano had ~250,000 points when Grim Reaper finally decided to pay him a visit. They died happy, having produced 6 children and 6 grandchildren (and counting, but they'll never meet more of them!).

The emperor's seat is technically vacant now. Nepri will sit on the throne before he gives it to his nephew (who is still a child for now).

~*~

Sesheshet was rolled to be a Romance sim, like her aunt Baset. I do have hopes that she will turn out to be more into finding her one true love when she ages to an adult, but I will allow her to do her exploring as a teen if she wants to.

~*~

Gautseshen and the court jester will be back home next round to tell the tale of Satet and the Far East... But the original emperor won't be there to listen to them.

#round 7 #bruni #emperor #tot #test of time #ancient

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valentinoappreciator · 2 years ago

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One piece of Blitz / Mox smut, coming up hot!

Media: Helluva Boss

Pairing: Blitzø / Moxxie

Rating: E for Explicit

Word count: 10.2k (what. the. fuck.)

Warnings: None apply

Additional tags: Safeword (and use of it), panic attack, semi-public flirting, anal fingering / sex, Daddy kink, light Dom / sub vibes, polyamorous stuff, slight spoilers for s2 ep3? i think, emotions be a thing even for Blitzø, gentle & loving & caring Blitzø

Where else to read: AO3 (username: TheWeirdDane ; title: Would You Spare Me A Glance Tonight?)

Author's note: I started and finished this in like 2-3 days ? First fic for Helluva Boss but wanted to join in on the fun <3 Blitz is like a drug to me

ANYWAY. FIC TIME.

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It wasn’t often that Moxxie and Millie were in agreement about who they invited into their bedroom. There had been imps that had Millie starstruck, but left Moxxie with a dirty taste in his mouth. Vice versa, there had been demons that got Moxxie unusually hot and bothered, but where Millie drew a hard, proverbial line in the proverbial sand.

There was, however, at least one imp down here in Hell that they both fancied, albeit in different ways. For Moxxie, it was specifically the desire to fuck their boss. He was insufferable, and he was obnoxious, and worst of all, he was fucking hot.

Every day at work, Moxxie had to pretend he didn’t find Blitzø infuriatingly hot. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it; Blitzø was nosy as hell and invaded everyone’s privacy, didn’t seem to care about other creatures than himself, and he always made unnecessary and vulgar comments on everything and everyone.

Truly, he should find the imp insufferable, full stop. Nothing more. But, truth be told, the insufferableness got Moxxie very hot and bothered. The confident strides, the arrogance, the self-assuredness, the way nothing seemed able to dampen Blitzø’s spirits.

It was truly the worst crush he could possibly have.

Luckily, he could vent his frustrations to Millie, and Millie could reassure him. She understood him like no one else did, and he was eternally grateful to have such an understanding, lovely, loyal wife. Something he made sure to tell her every chance he got, loving how it made her giggle.

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After a particularly difficult client, Blitzø took them out for drinks to celebrate a job well done. He had booked a private table at a new dive, and arrived well before the rest of the crew. Sitting with his drink, his head snapped up when he heard the doors open and his co-workers’ voices drift through the bar. Quite an accomplishment, considering the kind of music that played over the speakers.

“Finally you lazy fucks are here!” he exclaimed, waving an arm to get their attention, as if his voice wasn't perfectly fine for that. “And Loony, sweetie, you look practically hellish!”

“Shut up, dad!” she hissed and looked around, almost as if she wanted to see if anyone had heard him. Everyone in the dive had, of course, with Blitzø being obnoxiously loud, but no one was stupid enough to mock or make fun of a hellhound.

“What took you sickos so long? Would’ve thought you couldn’t come fast enough, Moxxie,” he grinned and scooted over in the booth to make room for Loona, Moxxie, and Millie.

“We’re perfectly on time, sir, you are just early,” Moxxie said dryly, perfectly ignoring the other half of his boss’ quip. He was sat next to Blitzø, which filled him with both dread and excitement. With Millie on his other side, Loona sat down on Blitzø’s right side, practically caging the two against each other.

Sitting this close together - they were practically rubbing elbows! - Moxxie was painfully aware of how good Blitzø smelled. If he had been less self-conscious, he might’ve asked what cologne he was using. As it were, however, he settled for breathing quietly, but deeply, through his nose, aiming to embed the smell in his brain forever.

“What do you guys want?” Blitzø asked.

“What do they have?”

Moxxie looked for a drink card, but didn’t see any. Blitzø shrugged.

“No idea, but I’m sure even you could find something here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, you just seem very picky.”

“Which is kinda funny,” Loona chimed in.

Moxxie took a deep breath. He had a feeling his patience would be severely tested tonight.

“Pray tell, Loona, why is it kind of funny?”

“You know. Because you’re fat.”

“I am not fat!” he exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few of the other patrons and making Blitzø laugh loudly. Moxxie’s cheeks got warm. “I am not fat!” he hissed, quieter, and pointed at Loona, who once more had her snout in her phone.

She was smirking, and it was annoying enough that Moxxie gestured for Millie to move so he could get his first drink.

‘First drink of many, if this is any indicator of how tonight’s going to go,’ he thought to himself with a soft sigh.

Millie went with him to the bar where they eyed the many bottles of various hard liquors.

“How fast do you think that one could knock me out?” he asked and pointed towards one with a bright green liquid, irritation clear in his voice. Despite having talked to Millie, it was the male bartender who answered.

“One shot, and you’d be out cold, little fella,” he supplied helpfully.

“Excellent. I’ll take three.”

“Moxxie, sweetie,” Millie said softly, taking one of his hands in hers. “Don’t let them get to you. And do not pour those shots!”

The bartender, who was a rather handsome bull-like demon, stopped dead in his tracks, in the process of reaching for the bottle. He looked surprised to hear a female imp talk so firmly.

“We’ll take two of those instead.”

She pointed towards a bottle with a transparent liquid, and the bartender hastily grabbed it, poured two shots, and set the glasses down in front of them.

“Thanks.”

They took their glasses and weaved their way through the crowd. It was getting increasingly full in here.

“Finally!” Blitzø exclaimed as they sat down in the booth again. “What’d you get?”

He grabbed one of the glasses and lifted it to his nose to sniff it. His face contorted.

“Ugh! What in Satan’s asscrack is that?”

Truthfully, Moxxie didn’t know, and thus looked to Millie, who appeared confused.

“Y’all don’t know this?”

When none of them answered, she pushed some hair behind her horn, smiling bashfully.

“It’s from the Wrath ring!”

“Oh, so it’s some local whackjob hill-billy’s backyard hootch, isn’t it?”

“Yeah!” she said, beaming at Blitzø. Moxxie felt less and less desire to drink it with every passing second. But, they had paid for it, and he didn’t like wasting things, so it was with a defeated sigh that he lifted his glass.

“Cheers...?”

“Cheers, you fuckos, to a job well done! Loony, quick, take a pic!”

Loona rolled her eyes but nonetheless leaned into Blitzø, who grabbed Millie and Moxxie so they could all squeeze together in the photo.

Moxxie had to admit that, being this close to Blitzø, his heartbeat accelerated, and he involuntarily sniffed his boss’ coat. Discreetly, of course. Or maybe only Millie noticed because Blitzø was busy pestering and gushing over Loona, and he hadn’t been discreet at all. She simply sent him a knowing grin that made him blush. Seeking out her tail with his own, they entwined, and he smiled into his glass before downing its contents.

He immediately regretted it.

The taste of alcohol was so strong and prominent that his eyes watered and his throat burned. Blitzø smacked his lips after taking a sip of his own drink, and laughed at Moxxie’s misery and gagging.

“No reason for those choking sounds, Mox. Not yet, anyway.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Moxxie croaked with a hand on his throat, “shut the fuck up.”

Blitzø grinned while Millie sympathetically stroked Moxxie’s back.

“Oh, so you like being bratty, huh? Well, not to worry, I’ll be shutting you up real good later tonight,” he promised, avoiding Moxxie’s glare by instead fawning over Loona, who snarled at him, her ears laid back.

“With the amount of snooping you do, Blitz, I would’ve thought that you---”

“That I what, Mills? Can’t hear you over this epic fucking song they’re playing! Come on, somebody, dance with me!”

Blitzø had one foot on their table, the other on the seat, and he looked around at them excitedly. No one moved a muscle.

“Oh, come on,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “Are you chucklefucks too scared to dance?”

“I don’t dance,” Millie said with a shrug. Blitzø looked towards Loona.

“I’m not gonna be seen dancing with you,” Loona scoffed. Blitzø looked towards Moxxie, now waggling his eyebrows.

“No. Definitely not, sir. I am not dancing with you! You’re my boss!”

“Oh, grow a pair, Mox, it’s not like we’re gonna fuck on the middle of the dance floor! Unless that’s what you’re into, of course, in which case I guess I could be persuaded.”

Moxxie groaned and slapped a hand over his face.

“Why are you always so vulgar? Does this kind of talk seriously get you anything?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. So, now, come on, Mox, or you’ll miss your chance!”

“Happy to, sir.”

Blitzø scoffed and leapt off the table. His long tail flicked from side to side before grabbing his half-full glass of beer.

“See you, suckers!” he shouted and squeezed himself through the crowd to get to the dance floor.

Moxxie sighed and leaned back against the booth, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why is he always on my case? Why doesn’t he bother you guys as much as he bothers me?” he complained.

Loona shrugged.

“He bothers me all the time,” she said. “Doesn’t mean he means it, you know.”

“Excuse me?”

“What, didn’t you hear me? Too much fat in your ears?”

“What?!”

Loona’s lips twitched into something that was nearly a grin.

“Just because he bothers you doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you.”

“But why would he bother me if he doesn’t mean it?”

“Fuck’s sake, I don’t know! Take that up with him in couples therapy or some shit!”

“Couples therapy...? Oh, come on!” he groaned, his cheeks heating up.

She sent him a glance, then looked at her phone again, before her head snapped up, and she looked at him again. He recoiled slightly.

“Oh shit, Mox, are you blushing?”

“What? No, of course not!” he lied, suddenly wishing he had more alcohol to hide his face in.

“You totally are!” And then, much to his horror, and before he could stop her, Loona shouted, from the top of her lungs.

“Hey Blitz!”

Liquid ice ran through Moxxie’s veins, and he looked at Millie who had a giant, shit-eating grin on her face.

“Don’t let him take me dancing,” he pleaded, but Millie simply snickered.

“I know you want to, honey, it’s okay. Oh, here he comes!”

Blitzø pushed through the crowd, his now empty beer glass cradled in his hands. He looked drunk for a guy who’s only had one beer, leading his employees to think he might have had a few shots while he was away.

“What’s up, Loony, everything okay?” he asked, slurring slightly.

She rolled her eyes and gestured to Moxxie.

“I think fatty-chatty has something he wants to say.”

Moxxie didn’t know what he wanted to comment on first; her insult, or her insolence.

“I do not!” he then exclaimed instead of doing either of those.

“Then what the fuck was the fucking point of hauling me back here? I was having fun!”

“Sorry, sir,” Moxxie said, looking to the side. He was very acutely aware that he was still blushing, curse his body! He was also aware of how Blitzø stared intensely at him. Oh crumbs, he was going to notice, wasn’t he?

“Wait... fuck, Mox, are you blushing?” Blitzø laughed, and Moxxie wanted to bury himself. “You guys humiliated Moxxie without inviting me? Shame on you all!”

Moxxie groaned and put his head on the table.

“Just leave me to die,” he mumbled.

“No fucking way. Come on, loser, we’re going dancing!”

There was a sudden, sharp yank on his arm, and he knew it was Blitzø. Untangling his tail from Millie’s, he sighed in defeat.

“If I dance with you, sir, will you leave me alone?”

“Absolutely not, it’ll just make me want to humiliate you more!”

Well, at least he was honest.

Moxxie let himself be dragged out of the booth and stumbled after a way too eager Blitzø. Reaching the dance floor to the last notes of the current song, the crowd clapped and cheered, eager for the next one. Moxxie, on the other hand, felt that death’s swift embrace would be the kindest option right now.

A feeling that only increased when the first note of the next song reached his ears. It was slow. Waiting a few beats to see if it sped up, he was mortified when he realised that no, it would stay calm and slow all the way through. It was a song to slow dance to.

Blitzø looked surprised as well, albeit only for a second before it was gone from his face, and then there was only mischievous glee in his eyes.

“Well well well,” he practically purred, and Moxxie once more cursed his useless body for blushing, just as Blitzø pulled him closer by his hand.

“Just relax and enjoy it, Mox.”

That was most definitely an innuendo. Moxxie groaned and looked away, but obediently put one hand on Blitzø’s shoulder, the other remaining in Blitzø’s grasp. His tail swished from side to side, as if agitated. He tensed when Blitzø grabbed his waist with surprising tenderness, and oddly enough did relax as they started swaying together.

“You’re not used to leading, are you?” Blitzø chuckled.

“Does it matter what I say? You’ll still treat me like chickenshit.”

“Mox, I’m appalled you’d think that of me.”

Moxxie glared at him.

“No, you’re right, I totally would. I’m just saying, you fell into the woman’s role quite naturally.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

“Yeah well, take it or leave it.”

“Oh, I’m happy to lead. Who knows where this will take us,” Blitzø murmured, making Moxxie blush something fierce.

For all his energy and constant hyperness, Blitzø was surprisingly good at slow dancing. He swayed slowly and gently with Moxxie, who, with each passing second, felt more and more at ease with the entire situation. He was hyper-aware that he was dancing with his boss, and that he wanted said boss to pull him closer, but at the same time, it was like Blitzø knew how vulnerable he was in this situation, which meant that Moxxie let down his guard. Just a bit.

Roughly halfway through the song - Moxxie would never tell a soul that this song was actually one of his favourites - however, Blitzø did something that almost made him black out. His boss did pull him closer, close enough that Moxxie could lean his cheek against his chest, and then he slid his hand lower. From Moxxie’s waist to his hip, not only pulling him in, but keeping him there.

“Sir, what are you---” He knew very well what Blitzø was doing, but it apparently wasn’t registering in his brain.

“You know my name, Mox. Use it.” His voice was soft, but firm.

Moxxie swallowed hard. In his mind, there was a clear, strong disconnect between calling Blitzø anything but ‘sir’. It simply did not compute. Probably due to his upbringing - something he didn’t wish to think about now, or ever - it took him a few seconds to process the command.

“Blitz,” he then said, so softly that it made Blitzø look down at him, his eyes wide and pupils dilated in the dark.

It was like they were both caught in the headlights of a truck. They had stopped moving. Only their rapid breathing proved that they were still alive. Blitzø’s hand tightened its grip on Moxxie’s hip, prompting him to let out a soft, quiet moan that he immediately regretted.

Oddly enough, Blitzø didn’t mock him. On the contrary, he looked... conflicted?

No, that was impossible. Blitzø had the emotional range of a fork; there was no way he was conflicted. If he wanted to do something, he did it. If he wanted to say something, he said it. But then... why did he look down at Moxxie’s lips before looking him in the eyes again? And why did his hand suddenly slacken its grip of Moxxie’s hip?

“Sir--- Blitz, please don’t let go,” he whispered before knowing what came over him. Blitzø blinked down at him, biting his lower lip.

“If I don’t, I’ll end up kissing you.”

His voice was so soft, so torn, that it made Moxxie’s mind reel. He looked up at Blitzø with wide eyes. He knew he had permission from Millie, but actually making a move still felt like crossing an immense boundary. Like he was stepping into territory he would never return unscathed from.

He swallowed hard.

It was now or never, before Blitzø reached a decision that contradicted Moxxie’s own desires.

It was with an aggressively beating heart that he took Blitzø’s hand in his own, before placing it back on his waist, maintaining eye contact.

“There,” he said with a soft smile. “Isn’t that much better?”

The breath audibly hitched in Blitzø’s throat.

“I’m not kidding, Mox,” he whispered, sounding winded, as if he’d run a marathon. As he spoke, he slowly slid his other hand from Moxxie’s hand and to his cheek, cupping his face. Moxxie felt like his heart was going to burst at the seams.

“Don’t make me do this...”

“With all due respect, I’m not making you do anything,” he murmured, just before Blitzø kissed him. His heart beat so hard it was making him queasy, and to forget about that, he instead focused on Blitzø’s lips as they passed over his own.

He let go of the hand on his waist to instead take a gentle hold of Blitzø’s wrist. At first, Blitzø tensed, but when Moxxie pressed into the kiss, into him, he relaxed again.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbled against his lips, “Millie and I have an agreement. You’re not trespassing or crossing a boundary. It’s okay.”

Blitzø groaned into his mouth, and suddenly, the kiss became deep and demanding, pulling all air from Moxxie’s lungs. His hand gripped Blitzø’s wrist tighter, and he let out a quiet moan, his eyes closing.

Someone bumped into them, grunting something about ‘get a room’, resulting in Moxxie losing his balance and clinging to Blitzø, who stumbled forward but managed to keep upright.

“Get the fuck outta here if you can’t handle two guys kissing, you fucking prude!” Blitzø shouted after whoever had bumped into them. Moxxie couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, the adrenaline and excitement of the whole situation making him practically delirious. Blitzø sent him a look like he had completely lost his marbles, before he, too, began laughing.

He pulled Moxxie into a standing position.

“Should we... head back?” Moxxie eventually asked when Blitzø seemed glued to the spot. The question seemed to pull him out of whatever trance he had been in.

“Your place or mine?” he grinned, flashing his many sharp teeth. Moxxie’s cheeks were burning by the time he finally stammered that he meant that they should get back to the booth. “No need to be shy now, Mox.”

As they slowly weaved their way back, Blitzø’s tail flicked from side to side, almost as if anxious. Moxxie glanced from his long tail and to his face. The second it took for Blitzø to realise he was being observed, he looked thoughtful - conflicted - but then he blew Moxxie a kiss, and Moxxie nearly tripped over himself.

Reaching the booth, they found Millie sitting by herself, with no sign of Loona.

“Where’s my baby?” Blitzø asked immediately, looking around the nearby booths.

“She got a text from Vortex about a party,” Millie replied and downed another shot that smelled suspiciously like the whackjob hill-billy’s backyard hootch they had earlier. “Said something about us being lame and boring.”

Blitzø proceeded to have a minor breakdown, while Moxxie made eye contact with Millie, and couldn’t stop a wide grin from splitting his face in half. His heart, though having slowed down, still beat fast in his chest. He was trembling slightly from the excitement.

“Relax, Blitz,” Millie said, patting the space next to her. “She’ll be in safe hands... paws... whatever, with Vortex.”

“Will Verosika be there?”

“Hell if I know. She didn’t mention her,” Millie shrugged.

Blitzø sighed deeply, making puppy eyes at the exit, but eventually let himself be persuaded to sit down next to Millie, while Moxxie crawled up on his other side.

“How was the dance?” Millie asked with a smug smile, the question directed at Blitzø who did seem to liven up at that, if only for a second before he glanced between Millie and Moxxie. He seemed to struggle with his reply, something highly uncharacteristic.

“Your husband’s a shitty dancer,” he eventually settled on with a snicker. “I had to lead him through the entire fucking thing! I thought you had taught him better, Mills. Anyway, what’re you having?”

“I was thinking of getting a beer. Y’know, something light. Do you guys want anything?”

“Beer sounds awesome,” Blitzø hummed.

“I’ll have a beer as well. Thank you, honey.” Moxxie reached over to kiss his wife before she left the booth. Neither of them missed how intensely Blitzø observed them, completely shamelessly. Like this was a regular occurrence, which it was, truth be told. Blitzø had no concept of privacy or personal space, and often watched them through the windows of their apartment. A few times, they had even caught him videotaping them getting it on.

Sometimes, Moxxie wondered if it was because he was painfully lonely. It seemed to him like Millie, Loona, and himself was the only company that Blitzø ever had. Aside from the royal Goetia, of course, but Blitzø never really talked about him, unless they needed Stolas’ grimoire to access the living world, in which case, Blitzø would be gone for the night. It was obvious, even to Moxxie, that they were only allowed to use the powers of the grimoire because of the sex Blitzø and Stolas had.

A transactional fucking, as Blitzø liked to call it.

“You look really stupid when you’re deep in thought, you know that?”

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

“Thank you, sir. I’ll try not to think in the future.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard for you,” Blitzø purred and ran a claw down his spine. Moxxie immediately straightened with a sharp intake of air, then glared at Blitzø while trying to ignore the way heat coiled in his lower stomach.

“What? Don’t act like you didn’t like that.”

Moxxie sighed. Much to his annoyance, he was right. But, that also gave him an idea, just to fuck with Blitzø. Metaphorically, of course.

He leaned in close to the bigger imp, sitting up slightly on the seat so it was easier to murmur into his ear.

“I really did like it. Do you think you could do it again, sir?”

Gambling on addressing Blitzø by his more formal title really paid off. He stared out in front of him, as if transfixed by something in the distance, but he breathed in so sharply that Moxxie could hear it.

“What in the fuck?” he then asked, sounding a tad out of breath and turning his head to look at Moxxie, who shrugged and sat back down on his seat, pretending he hadn’t said anything out of the ordinary.

Blitzø puffed out his chest, leaning in close against Moxxie, who knew he was about to get attacked. Where was Millie when he needed her?! How long could it take to get three beers?!

He breathed heavily already before Blitzø said anything, but when he did, his words were accompanied by a claw slowly sliding down the length of his spine again.

“Don’t worry, Mox, I’ll make that little head of yours blissfully empty.”

Moxxie tried to remain calm, but couldn’t ignore the way his cock throbbed, or the way his heart skipped a beat. He knew he was blushing hard, but he had a feeling he hadn’t really stopped blushing since the first time tonight.

With half-hooded eyes, he turned his head to look at his boss. He even bit his lower lip in that way that female imps and demons always did. It looked so ridiculously seductive when they did it, so he really hoped it had the same effect on Blitzø.

“How would you do that, Blitz?” he asked quietly, tuning his voice to a lower pitch.

Blitzø had clearly not expected Moxxie to play along, and scooted a bit backwards, away from his employee. Moxxie followed him, letting his tail wrap around his boss’ ankle.

“I didn’t take you for the kind of guy to leave someone hanging,” he purred, and although his voice trembled, this didn’t deter him. It also didn’t seem to matter to Blitzø. “So, come on, won’t you tell me all about how good you’d make me feel?”

“Mox,” Blitzø croaked. He tried to push further back when Moxxie advanced on him, but misjudged the distance between his hand and the booth, and ended up on his back on the seat. Moxxie saw his chance and seized it.

Slithering onto his boss to straddle him, he realised how hard Blitzø was when he sat down on him.

It made a shudder ripple through him, and he let out a soft moan.

“Mox, you’re married! To someone way out of your league, granted, but you can’t just---”

“And I already told you it’s fine. Thank you for the insult, by the way. Very nice,” Moxxie said dryly, leaning down on Blitzø and caging him in by placing his hands on either side of his head. He glanced out at the bar, realising that they were not being shy or quiet, and that other hell creatures could easily see and hear them.

For once, this didn’t deter him.

He must be more eager than he thought. That, or the one shot he had had was just that strong.

That had to be it. There was no way in Hell that Blitzø got him so worked up. That would be ridiculous!

But when he looked down at his boss’ wide eyes and slightly open mouth, he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. There really was something about Blitzø that got him going. He couldn’t put his finger on it, and at the moment, he also couldn’t care less.

“What do you mean, it’s fine?” Blitzø asked.

Moxxie rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that night.

“It means that Millie and I have an agreement, okay? That’s all you need to know for the time being. Now, shut up,” Moxxie said, rather gruffly, and crashed their mouths together. Blitzø made a surprised sound in his throat, but when Moxxie didn’t relent, he seemed to melt into it.

One of his hands came up to rest on the back of Moxxie’s head, the other taking a firm hold of his waist. A full-body shudder wrecked through Blitzø, making his cock bob, and Moxxie, who usually wasn’t very smug, smirked.

“Do you like that, sir?” he purred.

“Shut the fuck up,” Blitzø groaned, pulling Moxxie firmer against his body to deepen the kiss. Moxxie let out a pleased sigh and slid his hands over his boss’ massive horns. Reaching the base of them, he rubbed the skin slowly, and Blitzø moaned. An honest-to-Satan moan of pure bliss.

“So that’s your good spot,” Moxxie murmured against his lips, his own twitching into a wide grin.

“I’ll kill you if you spill about it,” Blitzø said, trying to sound threatening but only managing an ounce of menace in his voice.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Moxxie promised and pushed his tongue into Blitzø’s mouth. Blitzø went rigid before a shudder made him sag back against the seat, and he pushed his own tongue against Moxxie’s with a needy sound.

Moxxie’s mind was reeling. How many times hadn’t he fantasised about this? Maybe not this exact scenario, but the general gist of it; having Blitzø beneath him, kissing him, making him feel good? He sure couldn’t count it on one hand, and probably not on two, either.

He couldn’t help a moan of his own, and felt Blitzø’s lips tug into a smug smile.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Mox?” he purred, sliding one hand up to his horns and grabbing one of them firmly to yank his head back. Moxxie yelped, trying to look indignantly down at his boss, but his body betrayed him by shuddering. “But I’ll do you one better,” Blitzø continued, and suddenly sat up, his free hand steadying Moxxie on his lap, before sinking his teeth into his neck.

Now, Moxxie was no stranger to the rougher genres of sex. He was familiar with certain aspects of it, and knew what he liked. Unfortunately, he hadn’t counted on Blitzø to know as well. However, when Blitzø bit his neck, Moxxie went rigid, and his hands fisted on his boss’ back, bundling in his coat.

“Blitz!” he gasped, and upon hearing his name said in such a shrill tone, Blitzø growled low in his throat and pushed Moxxie on his back, covering him with his own much bigger body. Moxxie craned his neck, a sharp whimper rising into his throat and spilling out between his gritted teeth. Being granted better access to the expanse of unmarked skin, Blitzø groaned shakily, and sucked on the flesh. He tugged sharply on Moxxie’s horn again, and Moxxie moaned loudly, prompting him to slap his hands over his mouth, looking mortified.

Blitzø released his throat and grinned down at him.

“How’s that for making you feel good, bitch?”

Moxxie made a sound of immense embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. Blitzø laughed and, in a moment of true vulnerability, stroked Moxxie’s cheek so tenderly it was almost like a lover’s gentle caress.

“It’s okay, Mox,” he whispered. A beat of silence. Then... “What exactly is this agreement you have with Millie? How far can we go?”

“As far as we want.”

Blitzø narrowed his eyes.

“That’s awfully fucking vague. Anything that’s off limits?”

Moxxie removed his hands from his face to instead stroke Blitzø’s shoulders.

“Remember who you’re talking to. I’m sure you’re way more experienced and wild in bed than I am. I don’t... know what my limits are.”

“I don’t know, Mox,” Blitzø said, grinning, “you were the one who made the first move, and you were the one to pin me down in a booth in a public bar. Should I have you arrested for public indecency?”

Moxxie laughed softly.

“With all due respect, sir, we’re in Hell. Public indecency is an access card.”

Blitzø shrugged.

“How about the arresting part, then?” he purred, wiggling his eyebrows and making Moxxie’s skin erupt in goosebumps. “Interesting. Should’ve known you’re secretly a fucking freak! It’s always the quiet ones.”

Moxxie groaned and rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but smile up at Blitzø.

“Wanna get outta here?” Blitzø then asked, gesturing towards the exit with his head. The way the light caught in his beautifully curved horns had Moxxie speechless for a second.

“S-Sure,” he mumbled.

They untangled themselves from each other, and Blitzø was gentlemanly enough to help Moxxie to his feet.

“What about Mills?”

Moxxie looked around; he couldn’t see her anywhere. Pulling out his phone, he saw a text from her. It said:

Have a good time, honey! I hope you’ll tell me all about it tomorrow ;)

He held his phone up to Blitzø with a trembling hand.

“Good enough for me. Let’s go.”

They managed to get home without being too handsy with each other and draw the attention of others, but the second the front door was slammed shut, Blitzø crowded Moxxie against the wall.

“Now’s the time to back out if you’ve changed your mind,” he growled and bent forward to suck on the faint mark he had already made. His hands were on Moxxie’s hips, pinning him to the wall.

“In your nightmares,” Moxxie moaned, squirming slightly in Blitzø’s grasp and reaching up to grab the back of his shoulders.

They were still in their clothes, and Moxxie was desperate to get out of them. He was painfully hard and aching for any kind of touch.

“Safeword?”

“Strawberry,” Moxxie whispered without even having to think about it. He and Millie didn’t use safewords, but ever since fantasising about Blitzø, and especially since being given permission to have sex with him, he had become aware that a safeword was probably a good idea. So, he had come up with this one - strawberry. Simple!

Blitzø snickered. “Strawberry, really?”

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

“It’s not something I’d normally scream during sex, which is the point of a safeword! Now, do you want to fuck me or not?”

Blitzø’s eyebrows shot up on his face. Moxxie once more wanted to bury himself.

“So you are a fucking bottom.”

“Excuse you, I contain multitudes!”

Blitzø laughed, but it was oddly... fond, and cupped Moxxie’s cheek.

“Sure you do. Between being pegged and wanting me to fuck you, I’m sure you have it in you to be on top. Somewhere deep inside. Very deep.”

“You’re really not speaking very well for your case.”

“You know I’m right. Anything I can’t call you?”

“Let’s take that as it comes. I can’t... can’t think straight,” Moxxie admitted, breathing shakily as Blitzø slid his hand from his cheek and down over his chest, skirting over his stomach before ending by his cock, stroking the sizable tent in his pants.

Blitzø leaned against him, purring into his ear.

“You’re bigger than I imagined.”

“You’ve imagined my cock, sir?”

“Of course. Everyone imagines everyone naked and what they’re like in the sack!”

“I... I really don’t think that is---”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you strip for me, right now,” Blitzø rumbled, his voice leaving no room for arguments. Moxxie shuddered, and began undressing. Blitzø pulled back, lounging on the nearby couch so he had a proper view of Moxxie. His tail flicked slowly from side to side, his pupils blown wide and taking in every one of Moxxie’s moves.

Moxxie didn’t waste time or energy trying to be sexy. He knew he would fail spectacularly at that, anyway, and just focused on getting out of his clothes as quickly as possible.

“What’s the rush, baby? We have all night. Not that I don’t appreciate how eager you are, of course,” Blitzø grinned, and had to suppress a shudder when Moxxie walked towards him in all his naked glory. He looked self-conscious; rubbing his right arm with his left hand, the tip of his tail pointing downward and swishing anxiously, his gaze darting around the room and very clearly trying not to look at Blitzø.

“Looking good, Moxxie,” he purred, trying to soothe his nerves. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Moxxie flushed deeply, but sheer surprise made him lower his hands.

“Did you... did you just call yourself Daddy?”

Blitzø grinned and spread his legs to make room for Moxxie.

“Don’t pretend you’re not a fan, I saw how it made your cock twitch.”

Moxxie made a sound of deep shame but nonetheless moved to sit between Blitzø’s legs. Nestling his back against his boss’ chest, he was immediately enveloped in his scent and arms. He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and exhaled just as deeply, leaning his head back against Blitzø’s shoulder.

“I’ve just... I’ve never played with that aspect of sex,” he mumbled.

“No surprise there.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Moxxie huffed, a shiver rippling through him when Blitzø slowly stroked down his arms.

“You don’t exactly scream ‘daddy’ vibes, Mox.”

“Oh, and you do?”

Blitzø snickered, sliding his claws over Moxxie’s sides.

“Face it, Mox, I’m just a whole other league than you.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help but press himself harder against Blitzø’s chest when he dragged his claws across his inner thighs.

“W-Who of us has a wife, huh?”

Blitzø’s claws dug into his thighs, and Moxxie yelped. Squirming in his grasp only made the claws sinker deeper into his skin. He breathed shakily, closing his eyes tightly. That felt... so fucking good.

“And who is going to let his boss fuck him because he just can’t resist him, hmm?”

Moxxie moaned. Blitzø’s hands were so close to his cock, yet they seemed so far away, and it was driving him insane. He writhed again, making Blitzø snicker.

“What’s the matter, baby? Do you want Daddy to touch you?”

“Don’t call yourself that,” he croaked, his skin heating up and erupting in goosebumps. He hated the way his cock bobbed, making it painfully clear that he was into it.

“Are you gonna be disobedient? Gonna be bratty, hmm?” Blitzø grinned, but there was something in his voice that threw Moxxie off for a second. There was want in his voice, a wanton need, like he wanted Moxxie to be bratty and disobedient.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, needing to know if he was correct. Blitzø was suddenly quiet; something that Moxxie took to mean he was correct.

“Well, then you can go fuck yourself,” he then said, making a move as if he was going to leave. Blitzø immediately grabbed his thighs tightly with his long claws, pulling him back against his chest and growling into his ear.

“Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to,” he snarled, and Moxxie hated how eagerly his cock bobbed at the rough treatment. Yet, despite his body’s reactions, his mind reared. This was not right. It felt wrong. It felt bad. Something inside him lurched. Memories of his father flashed in front of his eyes; his father calling him a disobedient little bitch, his father ordering him to do things that felt wrong, his father hurting him, his father making him hurt... others.

He felt sick.

This needed to stop, right now, or he might actually suffer a panic attack.

“Do you unders---”

“Strawberry,” Moxxie croaked, abruptly, staring down at the couch with eyes that suddenly stung.

To his credit, Blitzø’s voice was immediately soft when he spoke, and he gently wrapped his arms around Moxxie.

“Okay. It’s okay, Mox. It’s me.”

Moxxie grabbed Blitzø’s arms tightly, breathing hard. He hadn’t realised how tense he had gotten, but now that he was aware, he began trembling as his muscles tried to relax.

“It’s alright, Mox. I’ve got you. It’s just the two of us. We’re alone. Just the two of us.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” Moxxie began, but Blitzø gently, yet firmly stopped him.

“No, none of that, Moxxie. No apologising, and no ‘sir’-ing me. You know my name, and at this point, you can use it. We’re there. We’ve reached that point.”

Moxxie nodded slightly, lifting his hand to wipe his eyes.

“Do you need tissues?”

He shook his head vehemently, and the very thought that Blitzø might leave - even if just to grab the nearby tissues - made him cling to his boss’ arms again.

“Okay. It’s okay, Mox, I’m not going to leave,” Blitzø reassured him, squeezing him against his chest.

Moxxie took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“That’s it,” Blitzø praised softly and kissed one of Moxxie’s horns.

Moxxie tensed in his arms.

“What did you--- did you just...” He trailed off.

Blitzø shrugged, chuckling softly.

“I had saved that for when I wanted to drive you mad with desire to have me rail you, but it seems that you need the comfort more right now.”

A beat in silence.

“And maybe we don’t mention that part to Mills,” he then said, sounding sheepish. Moxxie smiled weakly.

“Sorry, sir--- Blitz. Millie and I share everything.”

“Disgusting,” Blitzø laughed, pressing his face in the tight space between Moxxie’s horns to nuzzle his white, fluffy hair.

They sat like that, quiet, for a little while. When Moxxie finally breathed easy again, Blitzø tentatively released him from the tight grip, and seeing as Moxxie didn’t panic again, he fully let go of him.

Gingerly turning Moxxie around, Blitzø’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, stroking one of Moxxie’s horns before cupping his face with both hands.

“What do you need?”

Moxxie lifted his hands, but seemed hesitant for a few seconds, before he gently grabbed Blitzø’s wrists.

“Can you... can you kiss me?” he mumbled, averting his eyes. He felt like a fucking idiot, but he could unpack that later.

“Look at me, please?” The sheer gentleness in Blitzø’s voice drew his gaze, and then Blitzø smiled a bit wider. “That’s it. Thank you. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Don’t close them.” He kept his voice soft and kind as he stroked Moxxie’s cheeks with his claws.

Moxxie nodded, and Blitzø closed the distance between them to kiss him. A soft sound escaped him, but he kept his word, and kept looking at Blitzø, who also maintained eye contact.

“That’s it,” he praised, making Moxxie shudder. Well, if tonight wasn’t full of emotional whiplashes... “Relax, I got you.”

Moxxie whimpered quietly and pressed himself into Blitzø, who slid his hands down around his body, grabbing his hips and pulling him against him. Moxxie let himself be pulled, but also moved his own arms around Blitzø’s neck, desperate for physical contact.

“Look at you, doing so well for me,” Blitzø continued softly against his lips, pulling all air from Moxxie’s lungs. His cock, which had gone flaccid in his panic attack, was starting to bob again. Heat once more swirled and coiled in his lower stomach, spreading through his entire body to make his claws tingle and his skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Now, can you do something for me, Mox?”

Moxxie nodded, and only pulled back because he was in dire need of air. He felt woozy and lightheaded.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice rough and quiet. He cleared his throat, Blitzø smiling.

“I just want you against my chest again. I want to take good care of you.”

Moxxie shuddered at the implication, then moved into the desired position, nuzzling himself firmly back against his boss’ chest. It felt good. It felt safe.

“That’s good,” Blitzø murmured, rubbing Moxxie’s shoulders and upper arms soothingly before moving down over his abdomen. Moxxie automatically sucked in his stomach. If he noticed, Blitzø didn’t comment on it. Upon reaching his thighs, he gently stroked the claw marks he had left earlier.

“Sorry about these,” he mumbled, and Moxxie couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s fine, Blitz. It felt good. Well, right up until... you know.”

He felt Blitzø nod behind him as he leaned in over him, caging in Moxxie in his arms. His claws dragged over Moxxie’s thighs, making him shudder, before he took Moxxie’s cock in his hand and began stroking him.

Moxxie inhaled sharply, pushing back against Blitzø. There was something deeply arousing about having Blitzø practically loom over him as he stroked his cock; something he wasn’t sure he could articulate properly. But, Hell, why would he need to articulate it, anyway? Why shouldn’t he just lean back and let himself enjoy this?

That’s exactly what he did. He relaxed in his boss’ grasp with a shuddering sigh, leaning his head back against Blitzø’s broader body.

“That’s it, Mox, just relax, let me take care of you.”

Blitzø was starting to get worked up again, having also gone limp when Moxxie had panicked. Moxxie could now feel his cock against his lower back, and judging from the throbbing, he wasn’t small. He swallowed heavily, wondering if he would be able to take it all. There was a sizable size difference between him and Blitzø, after all. Not just in height, but also in cock, it would seem.

“Blitz,” he whispered, not really knowing if he wanted to say more, and in that case, what he wanted to say. Maybe he just wanted to let his name roll off his tongue like that. It did feel really good.

“I’m here,” Blitzø said, in the same hushed tone, continuing to stroke him until he was fully hard. “Look at you, responding so well,” he continued, and... was that a slight tremor to his voice? Moxxie wasn’t sure, and didn’t comment on it, knowing that Blitzø most likely wouldn’t appreciate that.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Blitz,” he immediately moaned, arching his back slightly against Blitzø’s sturdy chest. “It feels... it feels really good. Your hand has a firm grip, but it’s not too tight, and---”

“Okay, Mox, there’s no need to hyper analyse the situation. Just focus on how it makes you feel.”

Moxxie blushed, bobbing his head in a nod.

“Sorry.”

He closed his eyes. Blitzø gradually sped up, pumping him harder, and with time, Moxxie began bucking his hips, pushing his cock into Blitzø’s hand. At this point, his breathing was hard but shallow, and his eyes closed tightly. He was focusing so intensely on the pleasure coursing through him that he was only vaguely aware of Blitzø’s free hand on one of his horns. His claws scratched over the sharp angles before grabbing it, then pulled his head back firmly, but still with enough gentleness that Moxxie could pull free if he wanted to.

Which he didn’t.

No, he moaned deeply, a full-body shudder wrecking him.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Blitzø positively growled, and oh dear, he was getting really worked up, wasn’t he? His hips were beginning to buck slightly, and it was clear to Moxxie that he was really trying to stop them from doing it. Something about this made him moan again, but this time, it was a sharp, choked off sound, like he was being strangled.

Fuck it. No pain, no gain, right? Besides, it wasn’t like he hadn’t been fucked before. Millie was a big fan of pegging him, and truth be told, so was he. This was slightly different, though; it was his boss, and he wouldn’t be penetrated by a strap-on with a toy, but an actual cock.

He swallowed hard.

“Blitz,” he moaned, squirming slightly but without moving much; Blitzø’s grip was simply too tight. “Blitz, can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” Blitzø replied, but it sounded forced, like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Will you fuck me? Please?”

Blitzø went rigid as he inhaled sharply.

“You sure? I don’t... I mean, I’m not gentle.”

“I’m counting on it,” Moxxie whispered, relishing the way Blitzø now shuddered.

“Then fucking Hell yes, I will.”

Moxxie laughed softly.

They unwrapped from each other and went to the bedroom where Moxxie crawled onto the bed, Blitzø right on his heels.

“Aren’t you... going to undress? You’re still in your suit...”

“Nah,” Blitzø simply replied, and pushed Moxxie onto his back to kiss him hard. Moxxie whimpered, but arched himself into his boss while eagerly returning the kiss.

“Let me at least see what you’re about to shove in me,” Moxxie whined, and Blitzø snickered against his lips.

“So forward, Mox! But since you asked nicely...”

He pulled back and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock.

On one hand, Moxxie wished he had never asked to see it. On the other hand, he almost salivated at the sight. Definitely above average in length and girth, the underside of the shaft was littered with small barbs that looked like they would hurt. The head of his cock was also framed by spikes, not unlike the spikes on his head and back, only way, way smaller - thankfully.

“Can I...?” he asked, reaching out a hand and looking up at Blitzø.

“Be my guest.”

He tentatively touched the barbs, and Blitzø let out a shaky sigh, leaning his head slightly back.

They weren’t too rigid, but actually felt slightly malleable. Spurred on by Blitzø’s grunt as he ran his hand around the shaft, Moxxie enclosed his cock in his hand and began stroking.

“Moxxie...” Blitzø growled, a warning lilt to his voice.

“Just testing, sir--- I mean, Blitz.”

“You know what? Changed my mind,” Blitzø said with a wide grin and pushed Moxxie on his back again, pinning his hands beside his head and relishing the way he shuddered. “Call me ‘sir’. Is that... okay?”

He crashed their mouths together in a fierce kiss that stole all the air from Moxxie’s lungs. He kicked his legs slightly, squirming, but Blitzø was stronger and effortlessly held Moxxie down; something that Moxxie hadn’t known he was into. But now that Blitzø did it, he saw stars, and moaned shakily.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered in-between kisses.

“Good. On your hands and knees, now,” Blitzø growled and pulled back again. Moxxie wasted approximately zero seconds, immediately turning over and pushing himself onto his hands and knees for Blitzø. He was trembling all over, and his cock dripped pre-cum onto the covers. Embarrassing.

“Where do you keep lube?”

“Bedside table,” Moxxie whispered and pointed towards the top drawer of the bedside table with his tail.

“Within reach. Of course.” Blitzø leaned in over him - Moxxie tried very hard to suppress a shiver - and opened the drawer with slightly more force than necessary, nearly tearing it out. He found the purple bottle of lube and resumed his position behind Moxxie. The cap was popped open, and a few seconds later, Blitzø lifted Moxxie’s tail before touching his wet, sticky fingers to his hole.

Moxxie moaned and shoved his face into the pillows. It wasn’t like he didn’t like being prepared, but whenever he got pegged, he was always so excruciatingly horny that he wanted to be stuffed sooner rather than later. Thus, he made more sounds than he normally would, and he couldn’t help himself; he pushed back against Blitzø’s fingers as they circled his hole.

“Oh, someone is eager,” Blitzø teased, stroking his hand down Moxxie’s spine. “You ready?”

“Please, sir.”

Blitzø let out a shaky growl and pushed one finger inside him. Both of the imps felt immense pleasure surge through them, but whereas Moxxie gasped loudly, Blitzø was more controlled, and simply worked his finger deeper, until he was knuckle deep. Now he was strangely quiet, however, knowing that if he said anything, the tremor in his voice would be evident. And he couldn’t afford to jeopardise his reputation as a hard-ass.

He began thrusting his finger, applying another generous dollop of lube, and Moxxie shivered hard, squeezing the pillows tighter with his claws. His tail flicked from side to side, pleasure coiling in his belly and dripping from his cock.

“Please, sir,” Moxxie repeated, nothing more than a shaky croak, and bucked back against him. “Fuck me, please, I can take it.”

“I don’t doubt that, Mox, but I’m not about to break you. Mills would tear out my spine through my mouth if I hurt you.”

Moxxie laughed breathlessly. Yeah. Yeah, she would.

“So, I’m going to prepare you properly so you can take my cock without being a little bitch about it, okay?”

A shudder went through the smaller imp before he relaxed, and Blitzø grinned down at the back of his head.

“There you go. That’s a good boy.”

Moxxie wasn’t prepared for being called a good boy, but it made something warm and sticky slosh through his veins. A gasp escaped him, and he inadvertently clenched around Blitzø’s finger.

“So that gets you, huh?” Blitzø teased, his voice strained, and pushed another finger in beside the first. He groaned at the warm tightness, leaning in over Moxxie and supporting himself on his other hand.

“Is that okay? Calling you a good boy?”

“Yes,” Moxxie rasped with a tight voice. “Fuck yes, it... it really gets me good, sir.”

“Good. Just checking in.”

With that out of the way, Blitzø began thrusting both fingers firmly. Pulling them almost all the way out before sinking them deep inside him again, he set a steady rhythm, working on opening a gasping and moaning Moxxie. When he started sounding a bit too relaxed, however, Blitzø added a third finger, just to keep him on his toes.

“Fuck,” he croaked, making Blitzø grin widely. His forked tongue passed over his lips and tickled Moxxie’s cheek. “Sir, please, I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Come on, you know what!”

“Of course I do. I just want to humiliate you by hearing you say it.”

“You’re a real jerk, you know that?”

“Aww, thank you for noticing! Now, tell me what I want to hear, or you won’t get what you want.”

“Classy. Trying to pretend you don’t want it just as much as I do.”

“Eh.”

Moxxie rolled his eyes, shoving his face into the pillows again. He needed a moment to prepare himself, something Blitzø seemed to notice.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to if---”

“Stop patronising me, sir, and start fucking me instead.”

Blitzø shuddered, a wide grin draping itself over his face.

“Now that’s more like it.”

He withdrew his fingers from his ass, and Moxxie let out a soft moan. There were a few seconds where nothing really happened - aside from Blitzø lubing up his cock - and Moxxie’s mind began rearing again. It had been a long time since he had taken an actual cock, and back then, it hadn’t been as big as Blitzø’s. Not to mention that Blitzø’s cock had fucking barbs! What kind of cock had barbs?!

Just as he started mentally backpedalling, he felt the blunt, barbed head of Blitzø’s cock press against his tight ring of muscle, and the warm slickness instantly melted away his worries.

This was going to feel amazing.

They moaned in unison as Blitzø pushed forward, penetrating him with slight difficulty.

“Christ on a fucking stick, how are you still so tight?” he grunted, putting a hand on Moxxie’s hip while the other remained on the pillow next to his head. His claws dug into the soft fabric.

“With all due respect, sir, you’re just very big,” Moxxie croaked, tripping over the words and doing his best to relax, thus allowing Blitzø deeper inside him. He breathed deeply, and Blitzø groaned loudly as he sank further in.

Moxxie felt the barbs around the head of him scrape over his flesh, and went rigid. It didn’t... okay, it did hurt, but it wasn’t the sharp kind of unpleasant pain he had expected. Rather, it was a kind of pleasant pain he hadn’t experienced before, and he didn’t know how to explain it. All he knew was that it made his cock throb fiercely.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against the pillow.

“Couldn’t agree more,” Blitzø growled, and began sliding deeper into Moxxie. He was almost being considerate, pushing forward at a slow pace, until Moxxie’s ass clenched around him. Then, all bets were off, and he slammed as deep inside him as he could, savouring Moxxie’s choked off gasp while he himself stifled a moan by biting his lower lip.

“Fuck!” Moxxie cried out, trembling like a leaf. Blitzø finally straightened, grabbing both of Moxxie’s hips, and began moving. He pulled so far back that only his barbed head was inside him, and then pushed deep inside with a hard thrust, jerking Moxxie’s smaller body slightly over the covers. Moxxie groaned with each move, but despite the pain of the barbs - or maybe because of it? - he was enjoying himself immensely.

As the seconds passed by, Blitzø’s thrusts got firm before turning hard, eventually becoming rough, and through it all, Moxxie thought he was going to black out from the onslaught of sensations. Not only was he being stretched almost painfully, but the barbs scraped over his flesh, enhancing the entire experience. The more eager Blitzø got, the harder the spikes became, until they almost hooked themselves into his inner walls. Only then did he grit his teeth, a faint wish that he hadn’t agreed to this flaring in his chest. It was snuffed out just as fast as it had appeared, though, when Blitzø reached around to stroke his cock.

The touch made Moxxie gasp sharply.

“Oh, you got so tight there, Mox,” Blitzø growled, pumping him leisurely. “It’s like you don’t even want me to pull out of your ass.”

Moxxie blushed hard, his hole fluttering around Blitzø’s cock.

“Who would’ve thought that a little bitch like you---”

“Hey!”

“--- would take my cock so fucking well?” he continued with a grin, completely ignoring Moxxie’s exclamation in favour of fucking him harder. He was panting slightly, timing his thrusts with his strokes of Moxxie’s cock.

With each pump of his cock, Moxxie gasped, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Considering the many emotions he had been subjected to tonight, it was a miracle he was still holding it together.

“Sir, I’m close,” he rasped, mortified by the fact that he was eagerly pushing back against Blitzø, but delighted that each move got a choked off moan out of his boss.

“Then how about we up the ante?” It was a shaky growl, a shaky question that didn’t need an answer. Moxxie already had an idea what Blitzø was going to do.

He was both right, and terribly wrong.

Blitzø did squeeze his cock tighter, and he did pump him faster, but he also bit down into Moxxie’s shoulder, hard. This particular action sent Moxxie over the edge, and he came with a sharp cry, spilling into Blitzø’s hand and onto the covers.

“That’s it, baby, come for me,” Blitzø growled, thrusting ruthlessly into him, desperately seeking his own release. Moxxie’s ass pulsated rhythmically around Blitzø as his orgasm overtook him, prompting him to groan and slam into him even harder. “Fuck, Mox, your ass is so desperate for my cock...”

Why was he being so vulgar, and why was it so hot?!

Moxxie groaned shakily.

“Where can I come?” Blitzø then asked, his voice a hard, tight line. Moxxie blinked slowly, feeling all kinds of warm and fuzzy and tingly.

“Anywhere you want, sir,” he practically purred, and apparently, this was exactly the thing Blitzø needed to hear, because next thing Moxxie knew, he felt his cock throb and jerk repeatedly, and he knew he was coming inside him.

Knowing this made him inhale sharply while Blitzø let out a string of curses, his claws digging harshly into Moxxie’s hips, pulling him back against him.

On one hand, Moxxie wished Blitzø’s orgasm would have lasted longer - a part of him really wanted him to be full of his boss’ cum, apparently - but on the other hand, he knew that was unrealistic.

“Fuck,” Blitzø eventually whispered when his orgasm had died out, and pulled out of Moxxie surprisingly gently. Moxxie still winced, especially when the barbs - once more soft and malleable - dragged over his sensitive flesh.

“Yeah,” he agreed shakily, allowing himself to slump against the bed while steering clear of the pool of cum right below him.

Blitzø joined him. That is to say, he laid down on his back next to Moxxie, stretching languidly, but remained within touching distance. Moxxie took full advantage of this, and rolled on his side to curl up against Blitzø.

They were both quiet for a little while, both imps’ brains working in highest gear.

“I’m really not trespassing, right?” Blitzø asked, sounding oddly... genuine. Moxxie couldn’t help but smile, and scooted closer. Tentatively, he put his head on Blitzø’s chest. While Moxxie was a huge fan of post-coital cuddling, he had a feeling that Blitzø wasn’t.

That begged the question; why did he allow it?

“You’re not. Millie and I have an agreement, as I believe I have told you a hundred times already.”

Blitzø snorted.

“Alright, Moxxie, there’s no need to get snarky, or I will have to shut you up.”

Moxxie grinned, feeling all sorts giddy inside. Elated, was probably the right word.

“Gags and bondage gear are in a box in the closet, if you really feel like it,” he said as casually as he could, and by Satan, it was worth it, just to hear Blitzø choke on a sharp intake of air.

Then his boss laughed, and it was warm and free and genuine.

“And here I thought you two were all about ‘tender lovemaking’ and boring missionary with the lights off.”

“Yeah well, you learn something new every day.”

They fell into a comfortable silence where Blitzø put a hand on Moxxie’s horns, stroking them gently.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, okay? With Millie present,” Moxxie suggested. “We need to talk about what this means for all three of us.”

Blitzø hummed noncommittally.

“Blitz.”

“I guess,” he then said, and Moxxie didn’t need to look at him to see that he was rolling his eyes. But at the same time, there was a smile in his voice, reassuring Moxxie that this hadn’t been a total disaster of an idea.

“Good. Now that you have promised to stay, we should probably change the bed sheets.” Moxxie was about to get up when Blitzø pulled on his horn, forcing him to stay against his chest.

“That’s your responsibility. You come, you change, as the old saying goes.”

“That’s not a saying in any way, shape, or form.”

“Well, I’m making it one.”

Another few minutes of silence stretched out between them, and Moxxie was dozing off when Blitzø talked again.

“So... do you freaks really have a box of gags and bondage gear in the closet?”

“No,” Moxxie yawned.

“Oh...” Blitzø sounded almost disappointed, and Moxxie smiled smugly.

“It’s under the bed.”

#text #my post #helluva boss #helluva boss fic #blitzo helluva boss #moxxie helluva boss #millie helluva boss #loona helluva boss #helluva boss fanfiction #nsft #whats their ship name #i really need to know #ive seen people use bloxxie ??#that sounds clonky but okay #anyway.#have the fic

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