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Sunsets and footballers (Part 95)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (72) / Alexia Putellas x Character (47) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (27)

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LUCY POV

“Okay Luce, a kiss is fine, but the tongue is a little too much…” YFN said, pulling away and murmuring against her cheek. It was hard to miss the flashing of cameras around them and Lucy could tell she was feeling a little uncomfortable, most likely with her sling and knee brace. As her little Australian pressed her body into Lucy’s as if to hide herself from the cameras, she tightened her arms around her. She’d never be uncomfortable with Lucy, and that made her heart swell at the thought.

Lucy allowed herself a small chuckle. The sinking feeling of the Olympics had disappeared for the moment. She’d finally kissed her girl at a game. In front of friends and family. In front of the world.

She groaned into her.

“We have some special people to go see, Luce.”

Lucy blanked. “The… team? I wasn’t too mean to them…”

YFN squeezed tight before she pulled back and pet her forehead. “Lose a few brain cells with that header, did we?”

Lucy couldn’t help but grin at that cheeky expression of hers. She loved her cheeky. “Yes, you’re going to have to help me shower and feed me from now on.”

“LUCY!” Several small voices sounded. YFN turned in Lucy’s arms as they both watched Freddie and Alzira running towards them in front of the Bronze family. Jorge looked like he was chasing to catch them and give the couple their space, but he was failing in that task.

“Your special people…” YFN murmured, capturing Lucy’s cheeks between one hand and pecking her on the lips.

She stepped back out of her embrace just in time for the lunging children. Lucy fell dramatically to the ground and that excited them further as they leapt on her. It was exactly what she needed. Her special people.

“You did a goal!” Alzira cheeped as Lucy sat up to tickle her.

“I did! Did you see?”

“Yeah!”

“Rightttt here!” Freddie said, smacking her in the forehead. Lucy fell backwards like a starfish with her arms out and was rewarded with their little bodies falling onto her ribs.

“You’re not dead!”

“Wake up!”

She chuckled and sat up on her elbows, rubbing her forehead. “Is it red?”

“Yeah!”

“And so are your cheeks.” Freddie said, looking over at YFN. Although he didn’t really understand, he made a kissing sound.

Lucy rolled her eyes and looked over at her girl. Her parents were now standing by her and watching on, chatting away. Her mum said something and then shared a laugh with YFN as she gestured to Lucy. Her girl blushed slightly and pressed her lips together to cover it. She caught Lucy’s eye and the footballer gave her a look that said she knew what she was thinking.

Jorge and Charis came over to try and calm the excited kids while Sophie and her girlfriend came over to console her.

“Great game, sis,” Sophie said, offering her a hand up. Lucy was a mess of sweat and fatigue, but managed to get back to her feet with the help.

“Nice header!” Jorge grinned, slapping her on the back.

“Just needed one more,” she said a little more understanding than dejected this time.

“Football is ruthless, sis. You know that better than anyone.”

She hummed a response, her eyes on YFN as they approached. Her arm went out towards YFN when Lucy’s mum grabbed her around the neck and pulled her down into a hug. “Oh honey, you did so well!”

Lucy knew how well she played and struggled against herself to not roll her eyes. “Thanks mum.”

Her hand still out searching, found YFN’s and held onto it. It was like a calming agent to her.

When her mother was done fussing over her, she greeted her dad also.

Lucy stepped back and into YFN’s space as soon as she could, her arm around her own, their fingers tangled. It didn’t feel close enough.

Sophie pointed to their tangled hands, waggling her finger between them. “What’s this, then? Fully public now?”

“Get out of it, Soph.” Lucy responded, rolling her eyes.

“Lucy!”

Lucy looked over to where the team were standing about to huddle. The voice had come from Sarina, gesturing her over.

The group huddle felt like the negativity of their failure. She sighed. YFN let go of her hand and rubbed her back, encouraging her forward. “Off you go, Luce. We’ll be right here.”

Lucy bent down in front of her and YFN got the hint, giving her a peck on the cheek.

God, her lips.

She wandered over to the group as they did their huddle. Sarina gave a speech, and they all accepted that maybe time off during the Olympics would be just what they needed.

“Now onto some positivity for the group, ja?” Sarina encouraged. She gestured to Leah and Jordan, and the family and friends who were around. “Our girls fought hard today and did us all proud. We’ll come back even better. But for now, let’s celebrate the victory with our Player of the Match… Lucy!”

Lucy knew she played well, but still, she was surprised. LJ had scored a brace. She dragged her feet over to where Sarina was holding the trophy and took it with the best smile she could muster for the photo.

Usually she would give a speech, but not tonight. The girls could all see that. Lucy said her thanks and looked around the crowd to spot her girl who was now holding Lucy’s jacket. Thank god – she was getting freezing with her sweat covered body in the cool night air. She went straight over to her and handed the award to Freddie who had his hands out.

“Thanks, little one.” She said as she took the jacket and zipped it up. She came around behind her and wrapped her arms around the warmth of her as Sarina continued to speak of how proud she was of the girls.

“And now, we have dinner and celebrate together. Before we go - would anyone else like to say anything?”

She looked around at the girls who looked defeated, though encouraged by the speeches. They all shook their heads. Sarina’s eyes landed on Leah. “Leah?”

Leah stepped forward and cleared her throat. “Yes, actually.”

Lucy felt YFN get excited in her arms. Leah turned to look at Jordan and held her hand out. The shy Jordan took it and stepped up next to her.

“Last night I asked Jordan to marry me… and she said yes.”

JORDAN POV

“Are you sure you should be drinking that…?” Jordan started.

YFN looked up from her laptop and Lucy grunted into her wine. “I need to pregame this Lioness lunch with Alessia today, plus, I deserve it.”

YFN leant over and kissed her shoulder. “You certainly do.”

“Have you ever seen Lucy drunk?” Jordan quizzed, teasingly.

YFN thought for a second. “Actually… I don’t think so. I’ve seen her tipsy, but not drunk. Always impossible during season, and she doesn’t like alcohol anyways.” She paused and tilted her head at Jordan and Leah’s expressions. “Why? Is she a menace?”

“You could say that again.”

YFN turned to Lucy who gave an innocent look followed quickly by a cheeky grin and shrug.

The Australian rolled her eyes, but it was clear that she was curious.

Jordan gave a yawn and a stretch as she sat with her back against the plane, her legs dangled over Leah’s lap. Leah had been giving her looks since they’d outed their engagement to the team, and she was now absentmindedly stroking her legs which made Jordan feel giddy. She parted them slightly, and Leah noticed, her fingers sliding further up the inside of her leg under the table.

Jordan felt a little guilty. She wanted Leah, obviously, but it was a bit difficult in the private aircraft.

“What are you doing?” Jordan asked YFN.

“Organising this event for Saturday…” she murmured, her eyebrows furrowed as she focused on what she was typing. “Expanding roles of the team and organising the rostering so we’re covering as many matches as possible.” She stopped typing to look over the top of her laptop and smile. “What’s on your mind, Dory?”

Jordan scoffed. “You know me too well.”

“Mmnhmn.” She replied, waiting patiently.

“Well… Lucy will be going back to Spain soon and Leah is headed back to London.. so I was just wondering if you’re coming home?”

YFN gave a cute smile. The one that made Jordan feel seen and heard. “I’ve thought about this.. and I think the best bet will be London in the office from Monday to Wednesday, with every other day at home in Birmingham as it’s so central to be able to travel between the games.”

“Can you limit the travel at all?” Lucy asked, looking worried given her condition.

“Actually, I was thinking of getting a driver to take that pressure off. That way I can continue to work during the drives…”

Lucy gave an impressed look. “It’s perfect. I can pay-”

“-no, love.” She chuckled with a reassuring look. “Thank you, Luce.. but this will be on the company. I spoke to Cath-” she corrected herself, shaking her head. “-Joe about it already.”

Lucy nodded leaning in and kissing her temple.

“What’s happening with you two?” YFN asked, looking between the pair.

“We’ve spoken about moving clubs.. but it’s best to stay where we are.” YFN nodded at that, looking like she’d expected it. “I’m going to give football two more years and see if I can make the Euros team.” Leah gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you sure, Jords?” Lucy asked.

“I’m sure.” She said, confidently. Lucy gave her a sympathetic look, and Jordan struggled to contain her emotions at the thought of retiring. “It’s time. I’ll stay with Villa for play time and then.. I’m not sure what I’ll do for a job.”

YFN tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “It’s a shame that footballers give everything to the game and have a career-span that only lasts until your 30s. It’s unfair. But if you want, I’ll have plenty of opportunities for you if you wanted to join the media industry with me?”

Jordan’s heart swelled and she cleared her throat, nodding while she tried to find the words. “I think I’d like that.”

YFN gave her a wink. “I’ll look after you, Dory. Don’t worry about any of that, okay? You’ll have a job after football. And if you want to do something else instead, that’s fine too. We’re in this together. Okay?”

Jordan wiped the tears forming in her eyes. “Okay. Th…thank you.”

She turned to look at Leah who was still stroking her legs, though now with her head against the chair, smiling at her. “See? Everything will work out.”

Jordan nodded, collecting herself.

“Did we have any other plans we want to share with our friends?”

Jordan chuckled, turning back to the pair. “Well after I retire, I’ll be 33 and Leah will be 28. We’re hoping she’ll play into her mid-thirties-”

“-I may need some pointers,” Leah interjected, directed at Lucy.

Lucy chuckled. “I can definitely help you with that.”

“-we won’t be getting any younger.” Jordan continued. “So… we were going to have kids when I retire.”

YFN closed her laptop without looking at it. “Babies?! Little Leah’s and Jordan’s running around?”

Leah shifted Jordan’s legs off of her and moved closer, taking her head and kissing her lovingly on the cheek in support. “Yeah,” she said. “It feels right. And with my endo…”

“I’ll carry,” Jordan finished when Leah didn’t. “And if it doesn’t work out like that, then we’ll adopt.”

“They may be able to see Leah playing…” YFN said dreamingly.

“I’m hoping so! I want to bring them to the games to see their mum play.”

Leah’s hand found her thigh again under the table and slipped in between her legs. She almost jumped. Clearly talk of their future was exciting her.

“That’s the dream, isn’t it?” YFN murmured, looking at Lucy.

“Have you two spoken about kids?”

YFN blushed, and they shared a look about something that clearly was just between them.

“Uh, yeah. Yep. We want kids.”

“A tribe.” Lucy said, confidently knowing what she wanted.

Jordan found it amusing.

“But we haven’t been together long…” YFN said. Lucy frowned.

“As if that matters,” Leah opinionated, rolling her eyes. “You two were made for each other.”

“Trust me, we feel it too. But right now, I’m injured. I’m building this company and my career. I’d want to be married first. And we aren’t even living together. Lucy’s in Spain…” She sighed, exasperated. “But we have Christmas to look forward to. My Nan and brother are coming over, and will meet Lucy and her family for the first time… and then Ridley was supposed to be coming, so I’m not sure what’s happening there. I imagine she’ll want to spend it with Alexia.”

“It’s going to be an amazing Christmas.” Lucy said. “I have a charity I support which has me at a few children’s hospitals on Christmas Eve, and then we’ll all have Christmas together for a good few weeks. Your first white Christmas.. so it’s a lot to look forward to.”

YFN smiled at that and looked back at the pair. “Trust me, there’s nothing I want more than to have little Bronze menaces running around, but I want to get this company to a more autonomous, self-sustaining level first. Plus, I wouldn’t want to raise children in instability. I’d want us to have a plan and be living together in a house that will be their childhood home, you know?”

“In Spain?” Leah asked.

“That is the plan…”

“It was the plan,” Lucy corrected. “But as of late I’ve been thinking that if I’m to continue playing for as long as possible, then I need a less packed schedule, less travelling, and better medical care. So I think at the end of this contract, I’ll come back to the UK.”

YFN was surprised. “Really?”

“Back to the WSL?!” Jordan asked, excited at the idea.

Lucy smiled at YFN, and then at the pair opposite. “I think it’s for the best. I’ll be close to family. The kids can be born in the UK. And Spain can come later, or become a vacation spot. I’m not sure, there’s a lot to talk about. But it’s what I’m thinking is best for everyone.” YFN squeezed Lucy’s arm, looking a whole spectrum of emotions about the idea, but primarily happy, it seemed. “And YFN will be stuck in the UK for a period while they build Lumos. And I don’t want to be apart from her longer than I have to. So… yes. That’s my thought.”

“Work will take up a lot of my time for the next few years…” she admitted.

“By ‘a few years’, do you mean two?” Leah asked.

She smiled softly, picking up the meaning. “I hope you two can deal with us being pregnant at the same time.”

Leah’s hand slid further up, her fingertips pressing on Jordan’s clit through her shorts and rubbing just enough to be frustrating.

“Pray for us.” Lucy muttered, sharing a look with Leah. They chuckled.

“Aaaanyways. I need to duck off.” Leah removed her hand and stood, waiting. “Jord?”

YFN raised her eyebrow, giving them a knowing look. Lucy was too busy looking at the snack items to notice as Jordan stood and took Leah’s hand, letting her drag her to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Leah was close to her. Really close.

“L…Lea?”

“You can’t just talk about our future together and not expect me to get excited, Jord.” Leah said before kissing her.

It was hot. Needy. A kiss most definitely only shared in private. Jordan gasped into her mouth as Leah bit her lip and backed her against the sink. There wasn’t much room to play with, but she knew that wouldn’t stop Leah. Her hands found the back of Jordan’s thighs and picked her up, sitting her on the sink.

“Leah, your knee,” she protested on deaf ears.

“I need you.” She responded greedily. Captain Leah. In command Leah. Jordan felt herself almost dripped at that.

Hands were roaming, Jordan’s clothes disappearing with her barely noticing. Her tits were suddenly out to the cool air of the plane and Leah was quick to take one in her mouth. She sucked for a while, her hands still roaming, and then moved onto the second. While that was happening, her shorts and underwear were being removed in one swift movement. She could barely keep up.

Before Jordan had a chance to even find words, Leah was on her knees, her hands gripping the back of Jordan’s legs and her mouth hungrily attaching itself to her clit.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Lea…” She moaned at the suddenness of it all.

Jordan spread her legs so Leah had better access and didn’t fight when one of her thighs was taken up over her girl’s shoulder. She did worry about Leah’s knee but one look down at her and she wasn’t concerned. Leah was so focussed on Jordan. On tasting her. On fucking her. So focussed that she probably didn’t notice Jordan sweeping the blonde hair back out of her face so she could see her better.

Leah was always good with her mouth. Incredibly so. And it made it better, the fact that she was so in tune with Jordan’s body. She knew what she needed and exactly what she liked. She teased every single outer area of her clit, enough to have Jordan’s entire body tingling, before she gave attention to the most sensitive, needy part of it. She was soft, so as to not get it too sensitive, but she was still hungry and knew what she wanted from her.

As her tongue swiped over her little bundle of nerves with the perfect amount of pressure and pace, Jordan felt herself building towards her inevitable orgasm. Leah knew this, because she knew her. Her fingertips gently caressed up the sensitive sides of her body to her tits where one hand grabbed and kneaded, her thumb stroking over the nipple as her other hand came back down again just as slow and tantalisingly.

“F…f…fuck. Lea, I’m going to come.”

Leah didn’t say anything, but her flat tongue changed to just the tip, and exactly where Jordan needed it.

“Don’t stop,” she managed to get out hurriedly as she felt herself just about to- “AHHH fuck, Leah.”

Jordan gripped onto her hair with one hand and the sink behind her with the other as she came, shuddering into Leah’s mouth. Her tongue went flat again and rocked back and forth ever so slightly with a harder pressure against her clit to steady her sensitive nerves while she came. When Jordan’s hand relaxed in her hair, she kissed her clit and pulled back, looking up at the now-flushed and dazed Jordan.

She groaned and leant back as Leah got to her feet. There was still this hunger in her eyes that she hadn’t seen for a while.

Jordan slipped off the sink and grabbed her, their mouths coming together again hot and heavy, the taste of Jordan on Leah's tongue was beyond sexy. Her hands now roamed Leah’s body, her face, neck, tits, waist. Her shirt came off and she allowed it, and shortly after, Jordan pushed her pants and underwear down low enough to feel her. God, she was wet. Hot. Excited. Jordan’s fingers slipped past her folds to feel her, two fingers circling the outside of her entrance and then dragging up, either side of her clit.

Leah grumbled, frustrated and removed her hand, turning Jordan around to face the sink. She gripped the sink as Leah’s hand on her back pressed her down. She pulled her ass back and spread her legs apart with her own. Jordan watched in the mirror as Leah sucked two of her fingers, with one hand on the back of her neck and the other tracing down her back and over her ass. Jordan’s body moved forward against the sink as Leah’s wet fingers slid inside her, stretching her out just slightly. Just enough to have her eyes rolling back and her head dropping to take it.

The outrageously wet slapping sounds of Leah’s fingers in and out of Jordan’s smaller body gave away just how horny she was for the footballer. She whimpered and moaned, her back arching and her body pushing back against her hand as she fucked her.

Since getting back together, they hadn’t had sex like this, and until that moment, Jordan didn’t realise how much she’d missed it.

She reached back and touched Leah, the younger woman allowing her to now, and even rocking into her hand. She teased around her clit, Leah practically dripping onto her fingers. Leah’s hand released her neck and instead wound Jordan’s hair around her hand, using her forearm against her back to keep her body down while she pulled her head back to look into the mirror.

As her head was pulled back, Jordan realised by just how little Leah was actually hanging on. She breathing was erratic, her face flushed and lips trembling. Her expression was less hungry and more desperate. Teetering on the edge.

Jordan applied just slightly more pressure to her clit as she stroked it steadily, knowing that she didn’t like it too fast.

“I… can’t. I can’t.” Leah fought with herself, so close to coming, and yet wanting Jordan to get off too.

Jordan felt her body clenching. She was right there at the edge.

One more look at Leah in the mirror and realising that she was going to spend the rest of her life with her, Jordan came around her fingers, somehow managing to draw Leah’s from her as she did so.

They both gasped their moans and orgasms as they regained their breath. Leah’s arms wrapped around Jordan from behind and she cuddled into the back of her, grunting her relief.

They stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Jordan turned in her arms and held her back.

“Where on earth did that come from?”

Leah chuckled against her collarbone. “I just love you.”

Jordan nodded against her in understanding, knowing she didn’t expect to hear it back. She already knew how Jordan felt. Not long later, she felt her naked body begin to get too cold, and Leah felt her shiver.

“We need to get you dressed.”

Jordan dressed as Leah washed her hands and fixed herself up. She stood by the door waiting patiently, and Jordan gestured to it. “It’s okay, I need to pee. Can you get us a cuppa?”

Leah smiled and stepped forward for a kiss before leaving.

As the door opened, and she stepped outside, all Jordan could hear was Lucy shouting from the table. “Welcome to the mile high club, kids!”

ALEXIA POV

The sun was just rising over the cliffs of the island as Ridley landed. Alexia and Chiquito watched, still playing around with her football on the sand as she taxied in and hooked up to the buoy. Just as she touched land and dragged the dinghy up, she was almost caught off guard at the football flying her way. She managed to keep it up with her feet and kick it straight back over to the pair effortlessly. Alexia liked to think that Ridley had gotten even better with it as they’d been playing so much. It was keeping her fresh and quick with her reactions and made her even more eager to get back on the field.

Though one look at Ridley walking over to her in shorts, a bikini top with an open shirt, and sunglasses keeping her hair back, and Alexia realised she could live like this the rest of her life.

Ridley caught her around the waist, pulling her close and kissing her. Her lips were soft with just a little sweetness to them, like she’d eaten some fruit, which she guaranteed she had.

“Mmn. Hi.”

“Where have you been?” Alexia asked. She’d woken up to an empty bed, with Chiquito looking equally as confused.

“I went to get you some breakfast. I know it’s been a while since you’d had something other than fruit and eggs,” she murmured against her lips. Ridley kissed her again. “And I managed to get myself an encrypted tablet which can’t be tracked… it won’t have internet but I did download both the Spanish and English games..”

Alexia stared at her. Ridley could think she was non-romantic all that she wanted, but she definitely was. Her heart swelled. “You’re the best.”

“Would you like to know the scores or just watch?”

“Don’t tell me the score.. just who won?”

“Both your Spanish girls, and the Lionesses won.” She murmured, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Alexia felt herself leaning into her hand. “They made the Olympics?”

Ridley gave a soft smile and shook her head. Alexia’s heart sunk for them. Lucy would be devastated.

“But Lucy seems in good spirits,” she said, as if reading her mind. “She had a luncheon event with Alessia Russo yesterday and she seemed happy. She was asked a lot of on the spot questions about Blue and you couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if you tried.”

“Why so many questions?”

“Ah… they kissed on the field.”

Alexia was impressed. It was a big move for her teammate. She wondered if Ridley would ever want that. She knew she wouldn’t care about the public part, though someone in her field of work usually kept a low profile. Ridley was a little different, managing to hide in plain sight with her company, though it was a topic that she’d been meaning to broach.

Ridley looked at her as if knowing the question in her head. She gave her that cocky look and reached back, taking an iced coffee from her side of her backpack and giving it to Alexia.

“Any other news?” She asked as she took a sip.

Ridley stepped back looking her up and down with dark eyes unashamedly. She bent down to greet an eager Chiquito rubbing himself on her legs. “Leah and Jordan are engaged.”

The coffee sprayed from her mouth and the grey cat managed to dodge it.

“We haven’t been in reception for 2 days and this all happens?!”

“Mmnhmn.”

“We need to get back..” she found herself murmuring.

“Tomorrow, Lex.” Ridley reassured. “Let’s just enjoy our last day here..”

She took her hand and kissed it, leading her to the hammock outside the front of their hut. The guitar Ridley had been messing around with the night before was leaning up against the tree near it.

The Australian set her bag down as Alexia climbed onto the hammock with her coffee. Ridley settled between her legs, Alexia’s arm draped over her, and Chiquito jumped up to curl himself onto Ridley’s lap. Without speaking they moved. Already understanding what was happening. It was something she’d never had in her life. She’d never known such peace.

Ridley put the little packages of breakfast next to them and propped the tablet up against Alexia’s knee, pressing play on the Spanish game.

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nayeonmatter · 2 years ago

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chary [smut]

pairing: jihyo x f. reader

warnings: sex, sex, sex!

word count: 516 words

with you being the youngest member of the group, your members would do anything for you. particularly, jihyo.

jihyo would always assure you were doing your best. she would praise you in the most positive ways. she took care of any needs you had. she never wanted the little baby to worry about anything. anything jihyo could do for you, she would. make you lunch, cut your hair and even fuck you.

she was always there to suppress your neediness. her special care was all you needed. she would take you to her room and lay both of you on the bed with you between her legs. running a hand over your clothed pussy with her other hand running through your hair while you pulled her shirt down to reveal her firm tits, just waiting to be sucked. the same moment she put her hand inside your pants was the same moment you licked her erect nipple. her fingers glide over your clit with ease while your tongue sucks so pleasurably on her tit. your moans encourage her to moan even louder. even if the other members were right outside down the hall, she had to let you know she felt good too. you run your hand to her inner thigh only to feel her middle soaked just from your little tongue movements on her chest.

"can we take these off please, mommy?" you beg. she nods, calling you her little baby before lifting her butt to let you slip her pants off. as soon as they came off, her sweet scent hit your nose. the urge to eat her out is immediately suppressed when she pulls your pants down. giving you a kiss on the lips before lining herself up in front of you. she pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, just enough for you to feel your clit graze against hers. you let out a whimper, grabbing one of her legs to ensure contact between your pussies. hips start to move and moans get even louder. your names easily falling from each others lips while your sweaty foreheads touched. the heavy breathing between you two only signal your orgasms approaching. the wetness on your thighs, your clits peeking from their hoods, rubbing against each other, the sight alone was enough to make anyone cum untouched.

the tension in the room gets more and more unbearable, the need to cum so clear as you stare in each others eyes. the mutual contortion of your faces only mean one thing as you both cum. your mouths wide open, almost yelling from the euphoric feeling of having your leader grinding her bare pussy against yours. pools of cum form under your position but your hips never slow even when your both clearly down from your high. the overstimulation feels heavenly. she lays down and pulls you on her chest, your breath ragged. she smiles when she looks down at you and mutters a mere "i love you".

"i love you more" you say wrapping your arms around her neck never wanting the moment to end, only for it to happen again soon.

#jihyo x reader #jihyo smut #twice jihyo smut #jihyo #park jihyo #jihyo imagines #twice scenarios #twice x reader #twice reader #twice x fem reader #twice fem reader #fem reader #kpop smut #twice imagines #nayeonmatter

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lostsyren · 4 months ago

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Perhaps you could do one with Rafe and Sofia, since I know you have included it as a thing in your fic........maybe we can get one where Rafe drags her out to the ocean, getting her comfortable with it and just holding her, being really soft and sweet with her

ོ𓂃𖠳𓂃 rafesofia yacht day part two ‧₊˚ 🥂🐚 ༉‧₊˚.

{summary: rafe takes sofia out on his yacht again, hoping this time they have have a better experience…}

{a/n: sorry for taking so long with the request! i hope you like it! thank you for this lovely ask, send in moreeee!!}

{part one here}

𓆝༄⋆｡°✩“What do you wanna do tonight?” Rafe asked, sitting at the bar. Sofia whirled about making drinks for the other customers as he watched, sipping at the cocktail she’d made him earlier. It was late afternoon, the sun hanging lazily on the cloud lined horizon, the summer months coming to an end.

Ever since that day on the yacht, Sofia felt a spike of guilt whenever Rafe asked her what she wanted to do. His caution made her feel bad. She didn’t know how to tell him she enjoyed it when he’d take control, letting her relax a bit– a moment of reprise in her stress filled life.

Sofia wiped down the workstation, walking over to Rafe with a small smile. Her shift was over; she could finally untie her apron and drop her shoulders.

“How about we take your boat out again?”

Rafe’s eyebrows raised in a question, mouth twisting slightly, “Sofia,” he warned in a wary tone, “you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” She pressed. Sofia had grabbed her belongings and walked alongside Rafe towards the exit.

He threw her a chary glare, his hands slotted in his pockets, “you sure?”

She looked up at him with bright eyes, slipping her arm around his, “I’m positive.” 𓆝༄⋆｡°✩

⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° ⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° ⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° ⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖° ⋆｡𖦹 °.

The yacht’s motor guzzled, churning the blue waters white as Rafe controlled the speed. He made Sofia sit up front with him this time, so he could keep an eye on her– his gaze flitted quickly from the waves in front to her beside, noticing her back was pin straight and her hands clutched the arm rest, knuckles turning the same colour as the frothed up sea foam. He was going considerably slower than he was used to, but he dropped another gear just in case.

Sofia brought her hand to his thighs, gently tapping it. “Let’s stop here.” He acted quickly, bringing the boat to a gradual halt.

As the waves rocked them softly, to-ing and fro-ing in the calm waters, Rafe scanned Sofia up and down to make sure she was alright. She wore cardigan over her bathing suit, playing with a loose thread coming off the sleeve, her eyes were open, fixated on the yacht’s console and her hair was out, windswept strands tickling her face– Rafe had the urge to brush them away.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Better than last time,” she joked with a quiet laugh. Rafe felt comfortable around her– when he was with Sofia he could just forget about everything he’d done, the version of himself that she knew becoming the person he truly was, even if it was just transient.

“Good– that’s good.” He nodded. Rafe jumped up, suddenly remembering the surprise he had planned. “Wait here, I got something for you– close your eyes.” He threw her a roguish smirk, grabbing the box he’d packed and stored before she boarded.

“A surprise? I swear to god if you ambush me with something–“

“No no don’t worry, just close your eyes.” Rafe repeated.

Sofia narrowed her gaze, giving in finally listening and bringing a had to cover her vision. “Fine. I trust you.”

Rafe paused for a moment, her words piercing though him like a ships hull through water. She trusted him. Rafe couldn’t help but feel like she shouldn’t. But his heart still swelled with an unfamiliar pride that she trusted him– when no one else did.

Rafe brought over the box bringing out its contents one by one. Two glasses, a bottle of champagne, and a box of luxury chocolates he’d picked up from the markets in Figure 8. All that romantic shit he’d seen people do in movies and stuff. He was still new to all this– the whole doing something nice thing. Sofia made him want to be good. Or at least imitate it. He wanted her to see him like this. He wanted her to like him.

“Ok open your eyes.” Even he began to bubble with anticipation, biting the inside of his cheek as he waited for he reaction.

Sofia complied to his instruction, moving her hand away from her eyes. “Oh my god! Rafe, you didn’t have to do all this!”

He knew he didn’t, after all she was just a hookup. They hadn’t defined anything yet, this relationship was nothing serious– whatever that meant. But it was the closest thing to serious Rafe had had in a long time. And besides, he felt like he had to make it up to her for the last time she was on his boat.

“It’s nothing, here– let me pour you a drink Miss Sofia,” he teased.

Sofia dramatically brought her hand to her chest, mirroring Rafe’s cheesy grin, “why thank you Mr Cameron.”

He noticed her body language loosen, her nerves seeming to fade like the chemtrails that soared over them. She was comfortable with him… he thought. His chest felt alight with relief, as if this was some sort of test– and he had just passed it.

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After a couple glasses of champagne, nighttime had settled around Rafe and Sofia, too quick for them to notice. The waters lapped like black ink around the boat, the moonlight dappling the ocean with its iridescent glow.

Rafe and Sofia were quietly talking and laughing, their bodies huddled close together as they exchnaged jokes and stories. They were too caught up with one another to see the dark grey clouds gather above them.

Sofia felt water trickle down her face. “Is it raining?” The sky suddenly opened up, the clatter of rain against the ocean filling the seas.

Sofia began to laugh, using her arms to shield her head as Rafe rushed to gather the glasses and chocolates under the yacht’s canopy.

“Shit– I should’ve checked the weather before hand.” He yelled as the rain progressively began to fall harder. Sofia stood up, as Rafe ushered her down into the boats cabin, sliding the door shut, the murmur of waves and onslaught of the rain all fading into silence.

Sofia wiped the water off her eyes, looking at Rafe’s drenched white shirt and rain beaded face. It took only one glance at one another for both to erupt into laughter.

“Come on, let’s dry off.” Rafe said, heading into the bedroom. Sofia glanced at him, noticing the way his gaze watched her attentively, with softness. With care. Her stomach felt like it was somersaulting.

She nodded her head with a little smile, following him into the room.

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Rafe couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness. The night was going so perfect. She was laughing. Enjoying herself. Of course it had to go and start raining. At least she didn’t seem to mind too much, remembering how her face had lit up with laughter as he slotted a hand around her waist to lead her inside.

He rooted through the bedroom’s wardrobe. There wasn’t much of a selection of clothes: a couple of robes, some sweatshirts and T-shirts and a whole lot of towels. He grabbed two, throwing one to Sofia. The rain continued to pour outside, the rumble of it hitting the sea and yacht rooftop getting louder and louder the heavier it became. Rafe brushed the towel over his wet buzz cut, shuddering slightly. The air conditioning had been on all day, leaving the room chilly and cold. He turned to look at Sofia. She was also shivering, though she tried to hide it.

“Here, take this off.” Rafe walked up to her, hovering his hands over her drenched cardigan, waiting for her give permission. She didn’t move away, nodding her head slightly as if to say ‘go on’. So he pulled the sleeves over her shoulders, the material sticking to her skin. A fizzling tension sparked between them, her eye contact unwavering, his touch eliciting a heady verve. He let the cardigan hit the floor, draping the towel over her shoulders.

“Thanks,” she said, softly. Rafe just smiled, turning around to unbutton his shirt. After shucking off the soaked fabric, he suddenly felt Sofia tap his bare back, Rafe spinning around quickly to check if she was ok. His first thought was that something was wrong, but after he scanned her up and down, her lidded eyes, parted mouth and flushed cheeks made him think otherwise.

“Sofia?” He murmured in confusion.

“Hmn?” She whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor, leaving her in a bikini top and wet denim shorts that clung to her thighs.

“What are you doing?” He knew what she was doing. The real question was why? He wanted to prove that this wasn’t just sex, that she meant more to him than that. But the way she was looking at him right now made it hard to remember that.

“What does it look like?” Her voice was low and heavy, her fingers tracing his wrist, circling the sensitive skin.

“You don’t have to do this.” He still thought that she was trying to make it up to him. Everything in his life had been transactional, even his relationships– with his father, with his friends. He didn’t want her to feel like that– that she had to give him something. He just wanted to be with her.

“I want to…” she trailed off, moving her hands away from his quickly, “do you?” She said, sounding unsure of herself.

Fuck it– Rafe thought.

“I do.” He said hoarsely, before swooping down to capture her in a kiss.

Sofia reacted quickly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling her closer to her. Rafe complied, arching his neck down, gripping the skin of her hips with greedy hands. His stomach flipped as he heard her little gasps of air against his lips, blood rushing in his veins.

Rafe spun them around so he could push her towards the bed, gently lifting her up to clamber on to the mattress, all the while her legs wrapped around his waist. Sofia broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling as Rafe’s hands pushed her back until her head hit the pillows. He paused for a moment, analysing the way she looked: open and ready for him, her wet hair wreathing her face, her amber eyes glowing in the semi-darkness, her skin still glistening from the rain.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, mostly to himself, quiet enough so she couldn’t hear. Sofia reached a hand out to him, flattering her palm against the small of his back and gently pushing him on top of her.

His hooked her lips with his once again, whilst he undid the button to her shorts, slowly sliding them off her legs. Rafe travelled down the planes of her body, peppering the hot skin with wet kisses, inhaling her scent of rainwater and vanilla.

“Rafe,” she gasped, inciting him to press harder.

“What?” He teased, glancing up at her.

But she didn’t look down at him with a playfulness that their previous hookups had been like– Sofia instead had a sincerity in her eyes that scared Rafe.

“Thank you for this. For all of it.” She said, her voice like velvet. Rafe wasn’t quite sure what she meant– all of it?

He wanted to pry and ask her to explain, but Sofia’s fingers trailed over his forearm. Rafe quickly became inudated with lust, losing his train of thought. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, tugging him forward to silently signal for him to resume his kisses.

So he did.

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Sofia lay back in bed, whilst Rafe cleaned up in the bathroom. She nestled into the satiny white sheets, listening to the thrum of rainfall against the sea. The room was heavy with shadow, a slither of light pooling in from the singular window, making everything lined in silver. She felt so lucky.

She couldn’t quite understand Rafe Cameron. Sofia had been with him long enough to have heard the rumours about him– his hatred for pogues, his violent streak, his murderous family. But that version of himself didn’t align with what she knew: a sweet guy who always tried to make her feel good.

The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, Rafe entering quietly, climbing back in bed.

“Shall we head back?” Sofia said to him in the semi-darkness, facing him as he looked up at the ceiling.

“No…let’s just stay here for a while.” He whispered, turning to face her. He reached his hand out to her, brushing the strands of loose hair away from her eyes with cautious fingertips. Sofia smiled at his face contorted in concentration.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, quickly retracting his hand as if embarrassed.

“Nothing, just happy.” She said truthfully.

Rafe considered her answer, his eyes brewing with something she couldn’t quite place her finger on.

“Can you come closer?” He asked, voice hoarse, as if it pained him to say.

Sofia furrowed her eyebrows but complied, shuffling closer to him in the small bed. She felt his hands slide over her hips, tracing the curves of her body, before they slid over her back, nudging her forward. Sofia took the hint and pressed herself against him, letting him envelope her in his big arms. He was never usually like this after they had sex. Sure he was sweet and respectful, but never this….vulnerable.

“So, are you still scared of the ocean?” He asked, breath tickling the nape of her neck.

Sofia laughed softly, running her hands over the veins in his arms, tracing the cold metal of his rings, “yep, still terrified…but less so with you.”

She felt Rafe vibrate with a low chuckle, his hold on her tightening, “I’m glad…you still wanna head back?”

Sofia slid closer to him, savouring the heat off his bare chest, enjoying this rare side of Rafe that he was showing her today. “We can stay a little longer, can’t we?”

She glanced up at a Rafe, seeing a soft smile on his lips, “of course we can.”

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🌊a/n: i mentioned previously that I don’t like to write smut, i guess this is a good threshold of the extent of spiciness i do write– nothing too explicit. i hope you like it!! send in more requests, thoughts, questions, moodboard ideas…!!!

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icedcoffee-cream · 2 years ago

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Concupiscent * Miles Quaritch

Pairing : Recombinant Colonel Quaritch/ Gn Reader (how he fucks his s/o)

Word Count : 585

Warnings : Minors DNI, Description of sex, swearing, no spoilers for ATWOW.

I have lots to say about Recom Quaritch in bed, and when I think of sex with quaritch, I don't picture him as a soft, gentle and chary sex partner, no. I see a sharp witted recom na’vi who teases you to no end, he's rude, arduous and isn't afraid to let you know what he wants and how he wants it. And what's so frustrating about it is how easily you give in, unable to turn a blind eye to that body and sexy voice. Another thing that's so frustrating is that your partner has absolutely NO filter, and he's so smooth about it (unless obviously it's something the both you agreed to to not bring up in bed) he says the most atrocious things, explains in detail how he's going to fuck you with his large hand wrapped around your throat, and somehow it comes out perfectly suave and unstilted.

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"Feels good doesn't it, sweetheart?" The recombinant pauses his licking to nip at your inner thigh, sharp teeth itching to sink into your soft sensitive flesh. You whine and huff loudly, your calf coming up to push his head closer to the problem at hand.

"Don't be petulant." Quaritch hisses, shoving your leg away with his shoulder. "I can leave you here to suffer on your own, y'know, all needy and valuable." He laughs almost manically at your alarmed expression.

"Don't you dare! I'd fucking kill you."

He slaps his palm against your hot pudendum, causing you to shout profanity. "I'd like to see you try.."

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Quaritch gives oral for himself, not for you. With his new size and strength, there are endless amounts of opportunities, his tongue now longer and thicker, and arms now stronger, he forces you in the most obscure positions while he eats you out. His obnoxiously loud slurping would embarrass you if you weren't so distracted with how ethustiasclly you were rutting against his face, he sounds almost barbaric with his lewd groans and moans. He's scarily skillful and accurate, sucking on your parts just right to have you mewling and crying in ecstasy

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While Quaritch may not have a daddy kink, he sure as hell does have an authority kink. You address him as sir and nothing more, (occasionally he'll be nice and let you call him whatever you'd like) Speaking of which, the recom has a wide variety of pet names for you, ranging from, Sweetheart, Sweetie, my Lovely (ALONE ONLY Lol), Play thing/Pet, Tiny etc.

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Even if you both aren't quote on quote being "freaky in the sheets" that doesn't stop quaritch from being very touchy feely with you, alone or in public, he's not a huge fan of PDA but he'll always have a hand on your hip, the small of your back or just standing really close to you. Alone, he's worse, he slides his hands under your clothing and squeezes whatever he can get his hands on.

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One word, Missionary, it's a simple and common position but that doesn't make it any less pleasurable, this position gives him total control and give you little to none, and he LOVES IT, he likes it when you keep your shirt on so he has something to grab and pull you down with. Not to mention had a perfect view of your face and throat, which means he can lean down to suck and bite as much as he pleases.

Thank you for the lovely request @smokeywhalee I hope you don't mind the altercations!

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the-kr8tor · 11 months ago

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Hello! How are you??? I'm sorry in advance, I'm still figuring out how tumblr works.

There's a post by @undobutton that talks about an au where Hobie is a street musician. I think something Christmas themed would be really cute if you're interested in writing your own version. Totally up to you!

I couldn't find their original post, special thanks to @undobutton, street musician au is credited to them. Thank you for requesting, lovely! Have a happy holidays 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, No specific physical description of the reader (except for their jacket), cw food mentions, some awkward flirting, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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When Hobie volunteered for F.E.A.S.T he never thought he'd be freezing his balls off in the middle of a busy intersection. The Santa coat he's wearing doesn't help much with the biting cold, good thing they let him wear his leather jacket underneath the red fluffy coat.

To his dismay, the red bucket to his side has stayed half empty since his shift.

The only consolation to the cold is you. Like clockwork, you come sauntering out of the busy crowd during the rush hour, your smile a beacon of warmth from the chill. You don't know him nor he knows you, but you always come to him with a greeting, always bearing gifts of hot cocoa, soup or a pastry to warm his senses. It's not just the treats you give him but also the welcome conversation. It started off with a polite ‘hello’ and ‘thank you for doing this’ and then you exchanged names, before he knew it, you two were chatting away like old friends. Now you're not strangers anymore, there's a blooming friendship that could be more if you two manage to thaw out the cold awkwardness of conversing in a public space.

The snow nips at his fingertips as he strums the familiar Christmas tune for the umpteenth time on his well loved guitar since he volunteered last week. Hobie kept repeating to himself throughout the jingle ‘for the kids, I'm doin’ this for the kids’ he huffs, puffs of clouds escaping as a wave of pedestrians passes him by without donating.

As if you've sensed his emotions, you come walking out from the subway, your fluffy red coat almost matching Hobie's, and a stark contrast to the rushing crowd's greys and white. The people seem to part just for you, like the sea making way for you to cross. Or maybe that's what he's seeing as your straight face turns into a grin as you spot him in his usual place.

“Hi, Hobie” you're suddenly right in front of him, Hobie suddenly feels warmer. Peeking down at his bucket of donations, you wince. “Not a good day?”

He shakes himself awake. “Better now that you're here”

“Where in the world do you get your charm in this weather?” you feel warm, your hands are suddenly sweaty under your gloves.

“It just comes naturally.” He shrugs, his smirk turning you into mashed potato. “Nice jacket”

You laugh, a better sound than the loud honking of traffic he's been attacked with throughout his shift.

“Yeah, well it's almost Christmas so I gotta stay festive, you know” you lift your arms to the side a little bit awkwardly. After mentally facepalming yourself, you take your wallet out to take a crisp bill to put in the donation bucket.

“Thank you, F.E.A.S.T appreciates your donation” Hobie does his practice script, but for you there's more heart put into it.

“Also, I wanted to dress up like my new favourite person” you say a little quieter, bouncing on the balls of your feet nervously.

“Santa’s your favourite bloke?” Hobie looks like he's questioning your taste.

You blink before you let out the most glorious sound he's heard all day. “Yeah, Santa’s my favourite guy” you say sarcastically, “I mean just look at him and his magnificent white beard” laughing, Hobie’s eyes widened.

You're flirting with him, shit, he thought, wanting to punch himself for his stupid reply. Composing himself with a clear of his throat, hiding it behind a chuckle, Hobie puts his charisma to work.

“Well, Your new favourite bloke has a present for you”

“What is it?” Your face hurts from smiling too much, yet it doesn't waver.

“As our biggest benefactor, you get to spend a day with Santa himself at Feast” Maybe that wasn't his best work, but can you blame him when you're looking at him like a child during Christmas morning? He puts all the blame on the cold for making his brain all foggy.

“Only if you want to that is” Hobie tries to save himself the embarrassment.

His awkward way of asking you out made you all the more fancy him, you're a goner. “I would love to, Hobie” you're sweating under all your layers.

He feels like his chest was caving in and your answer was the only thing that could hold it up. Hobie beams, a little too excited to exchange numbers with you.

In truth, you know there isn't some prize for the biggest donation, you weren't even close to the largest benefactor. Maybe that'll be a nice ice breaker for you when you finally go on a date with Santa.

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talonabraxas · 4 months ago

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Pha Yant: of lord surya (the sun) “a ruby flashing in the sky” Credit: JintheNinja (金齊天大聖)

Surya Mantra

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"Japakusumsankasham Kashypeyam Mahadhyutim

Tamorim Sarvapaapagnam Prantosmi Divakaram"

Meaning : I bow down to the Sun God who is the cause of the day break, who dispels all darkness, who destroys all sins , who is matchless in brilliance, who is the son of Kashyapa and who is as red as a Japa Kusuma flower.

Surya Gayatri Mantra OM Bhaskaraya Vidmahe Mahadyutikaraya Dhimahi Tanno Adityah Pracodayat'

According to Hindu Mythology, Sun is a Kshatriya and born to Sage Kashyap and Aditi who is the mother of Gods. Her sons were defeated by the demons. Aditi prayed to the sun to be born as her son to fight and defeat the demons so that the Gods could get back their due. Sun agreed to it and was born as Aditya. Hindus believe that Sun is ever moving in a chariot drawn by seven horses. Surya, the Sun, is short in stature and has a prominent, shining appearance, with two arms, a curly mane of hair and shining, golden-brown eyes that are the exact color of honey. His mind is incisive and His complexion coppery or golden and He wears clothes of dark saffron. In both His hands, Surya has two red lotuses. The wheel of Surya's chariot represents the year and its twelve spokes are the twelve months.

God Surya (सूर्य) can be called the only god in Hindu religion who can be seen and prayed to in daily life. The Surya is depicted as having a body as shiny and radiant as pure gold. He is believed to be a golden red man with three eyes and four arms, riding a chariot driven by seven white horses. The Chariot harnessed by seven horses represent the seven colours of the rainbow or the seven chakras.

Surya is the life giver, sustaining all life on earth by providing all radiance and energy. He by mounting the wheel of time is also the one who is responsible for the beautiful seasons and causing the cycle of day and night.

The Surya is referred to in Sanskrit as "Mitra" or "Friend" down to the invariable warmth. Surya is depicted with two hands holding a lotus in both; sometimes he has four hands holding a lotus, chakra, a conch and a mace.

Surya in ancient literature

In Vedas, numerous hymns are dedicated to Surya, the Sun personified, and Savitr, "the impeller", a solar deity either identified with or associated with Surya. Even the Gayatri mantra, which is regarded as one of the most sacred of the Hindu hymns is dedicated to the Sun. The Adityas are a group of solar deities, from the Brahmana period numbering twelve. The ritual of sandhyavandanam, performed by some Hindus, is an elaborate set of hand gestures and body movements, designed to greet and revere the Sun.

The mantra in Rig Veda praise to the Surya as :

आ कृष्णेन् रजसा वर्तमानो निवेशयन्न अमृतं मर्त्यं च । हिरण्ययेन सविता रथेना देवो याति भुवनानि पश्यन ॥ (1/35)

(Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature]

Gaytri Mantra in Vedas for Lord Surya

ॐ भूर्भुवः॒ स्वः॒ तत्स॑वितुर्वरे॑ण्यम् भ॒र्गो॑ दे॒वस्य॑ धीमहि। धियो॒ यो नः॑ प्रचो॒दया॑त्॥

(Om bhoor-bhuvaH svaH, tat-savitur-vareNNyam, bhargo devasya dheemahi, dhiyo yo naH prachodayaat.)

In the Vedas Surya Dev is referred to as the god of light who is responsible for all life on earth.

The Children of lord Surya are : Shani Deva (शनि), Yama, Yamuna, Tapti

Names of Surya

Ravi, Suraj, Aditya, Adit, Bhaskar, Pusha, Divakar, Bhanu

Vedic Mythology with stories

The Mahabharata describes one of its warrior heroes Karna as being the son of the righteous queen Kunti and the Sun. The Ramayana describes Lord Ram (श्री राम) as being descended from the Surya Vansh or the clan of kings as bright as the Sun. The Sun God is said to married to the beautiful goddess Ranaadeh, also known as Sanjnya. She is depicted in dual form, being both sunlight and shadow, personified. The charioteer of Surya is Arun, who is also personified as the redness that accompanies the sunlight in dawn and dusk.

Sun God in different cultures

The Solar deities associated with different aspects of the cultural universe of the society, but for the most part its raw image remains identical. In the 3rd millennium BC, the winged sun was an ancient symbol of Horus. The Neolithic concept of a solar barge, the sun as traversing the sky in a boat, is found in the later myths of ancient Egypt, with Ra and Horus. Egyptian myths imply that the sun is within the lioness,

Proto-Indo-European religion has a solar chariot, the sun as traversing the sky in a chariot. During the Roman Empire, a festival of the birth of the Unconquered Sun was celebrated when the duration of daylight first begins to increase after the winter solstice, — the "rebirth" of the sun.

In Germanic mythology this is Sol, in Vedic Surya, and in Greek Helios (occasionally referred to as Titan) or Apollo. Mesopotamian Shamash plays an important role during the Bronze Age, and "my Sun" is eventually used as an address to royalty. South American cultures have emphatic Sun worship. Svarog is the Slavic god sun and spirit of fire. In Aztec mythology, Tonatiuh was the sun god. The Aztec people considered him the leader of Tollan, heaven.

Surya in vedic Astrology

God Surya is the King of all the planets and is responsible for controlling all their movements. The Sun in Vedic astrology is called RAVI, or SURYA. In western tropical astrology, the Sun rules the Sign of Leo. He is exalted in the sign of Aries, and he is in his fall in the sign of Libra. In vedic astrology the Sun is known as the ATMAKARAKA, means .an "indicator of the soul." The Sun is the indicator of the father, our ego, honors, status, fame, the heart, the eyes, general vitality, respect and power.

He is particularly beneficial for the fire sign Ascendants of Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. His nature, or temperament is PITTA, or fiery, and the gemstone associated with the Sun is the red ruby. The Sun's metal is Gold and his direction is east. His day is Sunday, and he comes into full maturity and brilliance at age 22.

The Vedas adore him as a witness (Sakshi) of all actions. He is the lord of Leo in the Zodiac. He stays one month in each Rasi and takes 365 days or 12 months to complete a round of 12 Rasis. Worship of Surya on Sunday is supposed to bring in manifold benefits to the worshippers. .

Surya and modern Astronomy

Our solar system consists of an average star we call the Sun, the planets Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. It includes: the satellites of the planets; numerous comets, asteroids, and meteoroids; and the interplanetary medium. The planets, most of the satellites of the planets and the asteroids revolve around the Sun in the same direction, in nearly circular orbits.

Our solar system the part of whole solar system, together with the local stars visible on a clear night, orbits the center of our home galaxy, a spiral disk of 200 billion stars we call the Milky Way. Again Our galaxy, one of billions of galaxies known, is traveling through intergalactic space. The order of planets revolving around the Sun are: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto.

On February 14, 1990, the cameras of Voyager 1 pointed back toward the Sun and took a series of pictures of the Sun and the planets, making the first ever "portrait" of our solar system as seen from the outside.

Prayers to please Lord Surya

Surya namaskāra

Lord Surya helps one gain his eyesight and SURYA NAMASKAR will strengthen one's bones, cure illness, however severe it may be, cleanses the devotee from his sins and bestows on him progeny, wealth, good-health and long life. He is the cause for rainfall benefiting the world.

The lord Surya is prayed in the simplest way by folding one's hands in a namaskar at the time of sunrise. A simple chant of Om Suryaye Namah pleases the lord Surya. A Hindu worship Lord Surya at the rising of the Sun, known as Surya namaskāra There are twelve physical postures (asanas), which correspond to the twelve signs of the zodiac. During the sun's apparent journey through the heavens it passes through each of zodiac, and is said to triumph over each sign as it enters its domain. Associated with each other of the twelve positions of Surya Namaskar is a specific mantra. The 12 mantras for surya namaskara:

ॐ मित्राय नमः (aum mitrāya namah) ॐ रवये नमः (aum ravayé namah ) ॐ सूर्याय नमः (aum sūryāya namah ) ॐ भानवे नमः (aum bhānavé namah ) ॐ खगय नमः (aum khagāya namah ) ॐ पुष्णे नमः (aum pushné namah) ॐ हिरण्यगर्भाय नमः (aum hiranyagarbhāya namah) ॐ मारिचाये नमः (aum mārichāyé namah) ॐ आदित्याय नमः (aum ādityāya namah) ॐ सावित्रे नमः (aum sāvitré namah) ॐ आर्काय नमः (aum ārkāya namah) ॐ भास्कराय नमः (aum bhāskarāya namah)

The Gayatri Mantra is also associated with Surya.

Another hymn associated with Surya is the Aditya Hridayam, recited by the great sage Agastya to Lord Ram (श्री राम) on the warfield before the fight with Ravana in Lanka. .

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epicthemusical · 5 months ago

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Haunted Thunder pt 1

WARNING THUNDER SAGA SPOILERS CANNON BLOOD AND DEATH

Time didn't work as it used to and Polites was left to float around aimlessly in the bleak underworld.He faintly remembers seeing Odysseus but already it was fading from his mind, how long has he been here? Minutes? Months? Years? He has no idea.

He is jolted out of his endless wandering and finds himself on a boat with…Odysseus?! Polites shakes himself out of his shock before rushing to hug his friend only to find himself unable to touch him only passing through him. He tries again to grab Odysseus’s arm and again he passes through his friend.

“Odysseus!” Nobody hears him though and as Polites sinks to the deck he hears singing coming from the ocean. Odysseus starts responding to a voice..wait it can't be possible. Penelope has no way of being out at sea like this so what? The answer hits him hard ...no please don't be sirens!

All Polites can focus on is stopping Odysseus from answering the siren's call. Any attempt is ignored until Odysseus raises his bow and…shoots at the siren? Polites breathes a sigh of relief as Odysseus reveals he had known all along about the sirens. The sirens had been caught and Polites couldn't help but smile.

His friend always has a plan and this time was no exception. The sirens call for mercy and Polites waits for Odysseus to convince the sirens to leave and not bother them only to freeze at the order shouted to the wind.

“Cut off their tails and throw them back in the water. Let them all drown.” Polites just stands there in shock before flinching as the crew obeys the order. Blood and screams fill the air. He slumps to the deck and sees Odysseus, cold and uncaring as he watches the sirens be thrown back into the sea before sailing on leaving behind a sea of blood and bodies.Polites feels sick to his stomach.

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Everything fades away revealing another scene. They seem to be sailing through a dark cave and a haunting tune fills the air leaving the entire crew on edge.Odysseus orders for 6 torches to be lit and passed out to crewmembers.

Polites tenses as six monstrous heads centering around a terrifying body emerge from the inky depths of the cave. He rushes towards someone holding a torch unaware of the monster behind him wishing desperately to save them. It was a meaningless effort as he passed through them only able to watch as blood splatters the deck and soon Polites screams mix in with the screams of the crew being picked off and eaten.

One of the feathers from Julien’s ankle wings, a broken claw necklace from Nox, a scrap of Charis’s scarf.

Everything is soaked in blood as Polites sobs and screams at all the death. He knows the names of everyone that was eaten.

Julien who always put up an unbothered and mischievous front to hide his fear of hurting people he cared about.

Nox who often used his silent footsteps and cat eyes to scare the crew.

Charis who loves to sew as a way to be close to his dead mom.

Lykos who only wanted to explore the world outside of the forest they grew up in.

Almi the quarter water nymph who gifts any scales he sheds to people he trusts and loved swimming with dolphins.

Therme who welcomes hugs and cuddles using his above average temperature to keep everyone warm with a smile.

Huedo with his calming aura letting crew members sleep in his room to keep nightmares away. They are all dead now, life ended brutally and abruptly. Polites throws up as he sobs and grieves.

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Polites is pulled out of his grief by Eurylochus’s voice.

“Please tell me you didn't know that would happen. Look me in the eyes Captain and tell me you didn't just sacrifice 6 men!” Polites stared at Eurylochus in shock. How could he ever think that about Odysseus he would NEVER. But the silence drags on

“SAY SOMETHING!” Eurylochus was breathing hard and Odysseus sharply turns to face him

“I CANT.” Polites stares at Odysseus in disbelief. Now that he thinks about it Odysseus had not reacted at all to the men being eaten almost like….like he had expected it…

Polites covers his mouth as his eyes tear up, feeling sick again. Odysseus didn't actually sacrifice 6 of the crew right? He watches Eurylochus face harden

“then you leave me no choice.” Eurylochus draws out the giant sword from his back and faces Odysseus.

“Please brother don't make me fight you!” Odysseus is panicking but as Eurylochus charges he pulls out his own sword to block with gritted teeth. Polites feels himself start shaking as he watches the fight.

What could have happened after he had died?! How could this happen?! Eurylochus is knocked down and Odysseus raises his sword for the final strike

“I won't let you get in my way!” Before he can deal the final blow he starts coughing up blood and he turns and sees that another crew member had stabbed him in the back with tearful eyes. Odysseus’s eyes fill with pain both emotional and physical

“My brothers…why..” He falls forward landing on the deck with a thud. Polites cries out and stumbles over to his fallen friend. Once again his hands phase through Odysseus and he sobs, unable to do anything to help.

Polites watches them patch up Odysseus before tying him to the mast. Polites stares blankly into the distance wondering how everything could have gone so wrong.

Part 2 here

#epic the musical #polites #epic fic #odysseus #odysseus epic the musical #polites epic the musical #angst #heavy angst #eurylochus epic the musical #epic the thunder saga #death and blood #cw death #cw blood #ghost!polites

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year ago

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I wrote this as a part of my falltober fics, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @famfan-1034 for proofreading!

Day 29: Handing out candy

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

You and Bob had always imagined to live a peaceful and quiet life, find a house and maybe start a family, should the circumstances allow it.

You didn’t rush to get pregnant and you found a house with a white picket fence, as per Bob’s request.

You both cherished to just be together and spend time tangled up in each other’s arms.

It had been years now since you had bought the house and it had been the happiest years of your lives, because you were together.

Of course there had been smaller quarrels from time to time but nothing was too hard to come back from, and so you lived and loved together.

The years went by, winter bled into spring, which blossomed to summer, until your favorite season came around.

You both loved a homely house so you decorated the house together, with carefully chosen or even self made pieces that turned your home into something even more warm and comforting.

The day before Halloween you went out to buy more candy than you could carry, to give to the little ones.

You loved to watch the small kids in their costumes, accompanied by their proud and beaming parents, and each year the longing in you grew.

You didn’t want to mention it to Bob yet because you wanted him to come to you when he was ready.

You were happy and secure in your relationship, and you loved Bob more than life itself.

Both of you were excited for Halloween and when it came around you decided against going out with your friends, making it an intimate affair in wanting to be alone together.

A slasher that was too old now to actually be scary was playing in the background as you had your dinner with wine, waiting for all kinds of groups of kids to stop by.

It was only starting to get dark when the first ring sounded and you opened the door to give out candy.

The little witches, vampires and superheroes were a sight for sore eyes and charming in their shyness.

When they saw how kind you and Bob were they more often than not took a liking to you, but they especially seemed to adore your loving yet chary husband.

“You’re both so pretty,” a little Wonder Woman addressed you, a shy smile on her face as she helped herself to the candy in the bowl you held in your hands.

“You don’t call men pretty, Charlie,” a woman you guessed to be her mom said quickly, shooting you and Bob an apologetic look, to which you decidedly shook your head.

“He is, though,” you said to the girl, leaning down to wink at her and earning a giggle from her.

She was excited because of the attention that lay on her, and went on to talk more.

“You’ll have many pretty babies,” she added as heat shot into her cheeks, and you had to laugh as you stepped back to wrap your arms around Bob’s waist.

He pulled you closer and shut the door, lowering his head to press a kiss to your hairline.

“Talking about babies, I think I might be ready for one in the near future, if you wanted to try,” he whispered against your skin, and a shiver ran through you at his confession.

You pulled him even closer and let your hands roam over his clothed upper body, enjoying his lean and strong form.

“I would love that. I love you,” you replied, leaning up to kiss him.

You did have many beautiful babies, maybe even more than you had initially planned on.

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thetwilightroadtonightfall · 8 months ago

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“Collect the colours of your heart

And take them to the end

I can hear the rain

You whisper quiet as you fade away

into my arms.” 🍃

——Overmorrow x The Bird by Ok Goodnight Part VI (Finale)

💚 notes:

Charis is The Bird. Specifically, she is The Phoenix reborn from the ashes of grief, pain, and loneliness. She’s stronger today, and she’ll be even stronger tomorrow, no matter the other losses she’ll have to face

I’ve always imagined her ultimate technique in battle to be phoenix-based—a mix of the fire from her father’s flame sword and bird symbolism (and the Askr family name, meaning “ash”)

I was asked about Charis’ statue before, and I can say now that it would be inspired by this signature technique of hers! The statue would be posed like Ephemer’s, Keyblade raised to the sky. But it’d also have a mechanic that allows flames to continuously blast from her back, resembling wings. Ephemer’s statue is themed around water, and hers is themed around fire!

This is meant to parallel/bookend Part I of the series. And I suppose you can also consider this thematically similar to this piece. We love healing in this household…🥹

The Bird series is my tribute to Charis. Listening to the song and exploring her grief through these intuitive drawings has been really cathartic for me. I hope they can also help somebody else someday, in one way or another 💚

#overmorrow #my art #oc art #kh oc #eyestrain #(potentially)#charis oc #agapios oc #overmorrow x the bird #my posts #my ocs #overmorrow tfs

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iwriteasfotini · 2 months ago

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probably going to get me hate:

Can we please please stop calling death eaters nazis to earn woke points. Please. If anything this fictional group is a fictional cult that tried to take over the government and turn their group into a dictatorship. Which didn't last because a teenager and his found family all kicked their asses. I just I really wish people would stop calling them nazis. Please. They're not real. The whole thing is a lot more complicated than that especially when you add in how muggles can act if they hate magic. But at the end of the day death eaters are fictional. It just makes me feel icky when you take a real world horror that ruined so many lives and tried to apply it to a fictional series that is suppose to be fun. Especially when you are using it to try to shame people who find the death eaters and Voldemort interesting. It's fine to make parallels to real life. But I hate that people treat it like it's exactly the same. It's the same way I feel when people take the hunger games series too seriously.

This is a bit long, sorry! I've read some posts about this on tumblr, and I've also done a little bit of research into discussions which compare Gindelwald and Voldemort as villains which feels pertinent to this topic. And I am thinking about it heavily for how I portray Tom in my story because I show his POV occasionally, which I find creepily interesting.

First, the books are fiction, even if they are loosely inspired by real life events, the people do not exist. So if someone wants to get a Dark Mark tattooed on their arm, I mean who really cares? What exactly you are trying to communicate with such an act is slightly mysterious, but I wouldn't equate it to having a swastikas tattooed on your arm. Second, I think there are people who like to look at the multidimensionality of fictional characters and those who like to be told who those characters are by the author. Personally, multidimensionality is much more interesting to me, especially when you apply it universally and take note that many "heroes" have obvious flaws. Villains can have positive traits too. JKR does both with many characters, the Malfoys (villains who are humanized), Dumbledore (who is "revealed" to have a darker past than Harry knew), Sirius and Remus who want to murder Peter, Barty Crouch Jr who teaches Harry to throw off the imperius curse.

Recently, I haven't dug into literary analysis of the parallels between Voldemort regime and the Nazi's. I know they exist. But I actually agree with the mindset that Voldemort acts far more like a cult leader than a fascist dictator. A lot of it has to do with scope. Both his bids for power involved a relatively small army and even though he might have been claiming he wanted to take over all of Europe, or the world, it really wasn't likely. Contrast this with Grindelwald who seemed to have made actual bids for political power, gained far more support from the magical community on an international level, and wasn't obsessed with his own immortality (that we know). Grindelwald wanted the resection stone to build an army, Voldemort didn't even know about the resection stone. Building an army of the scale Grindelwald envisioned feels a lot closer to the World Wars than Voldemort's era.

Tom Riddle is all about Tom Riddle. He doesn't care about blood status, he doesn't care about politics. He doesn't like muggles, but he basically wants to increase his own power, and that's it. He is extremely manipulative, considering he manipulates MANY pureblood families to give support to a half-blood. Those families might not call him out on his lower blood status, but they know. Because they track all that shite! They know Voldemort didn't come from an established lineage. Now he does have the distant connection to Slytherin going for him, and I think this is the first way he gained loyalty from fellow Slytherins while at Hogwarts. He is also very charismatic, in his original body. I think both his original charisma and his use of fear and intimidation tactics after he is regenerated speak to cult like behaviors.

I think his obsession with Harry also shows how unlike a fascist dictator he is. Yes, he knows Harry/Neville is prophesized to be his downfall, but he basically turns all his attention to eliminating this threat to his PERSON rather than putting energy towards building the society he preached about forming. When he is regenerated, he is STILL obsessed with Harry. Yes, his Death Eaters go after the Ministry. But Voldemort plays the game Dumbledore predicts him to play, which is to pursue Harry. And it is to his detriment in the end. He probably could have outlasted the Order for far longer, even with the limited number of Death Eaters he had if he had focused on the political arena. If he had made Harry actually hunt him down, from a position of real political power, he would have been very difficult to eliminate.

Knowing a bit about Mormon cults, I think a religious cult followers is a far closer line to draw to the Death Eaters. Smaller scale, brainwashing, coercion, extreme loyalty... I really see them as a terrorist group. They like to spread their message though mayhem and violence. Tom Riddle is the type of person who would watch the world burn as long as he knew he started the fire. But he is also ok with it continuing on, as long as he is gaining in personal power. From what we know about his childhood, he was likely touch and love deprived, which are traits associated with abnormal brain development. Again, I see him with the mindset of a serial killer, except his operation is far grander in scale and he doesn't need to actually murder anyone to feel fulfilled. But that coldness, the lack of emotion, the inability to connect and relate to others, the manipulation (again), the charisma... very serial killer-esque.

So the question of whether one chooses to invest in these cult-esque, terrorists being morally questionable boils down to how a person sees humanity. And there isn't a right or wrong, because we all have different life experiences. But it can feel right or wrong to us individually, and then we share our perspective with the broader community. I'll use Bellatrix as an example because I put some serious thought into her character for my fic. Bella is awful in canon. And she is not a "good" person. She is a complicated person. Most people are complicated. They make good choices, they make bad choices, they live with the repercussions of said choices. Bella going after Frank and Alice is the most sickening part of her persona, but she was desperate. She was hurting, and she lashed out in the only way she knew how. Because she grew up in the family and society she did. It doesn't excuse her behavior, but it does mean I can look at her with some empathy and enjoy seeing her be a human. She had a husband, she liked to mentor, Bellatrix cared about people, HER people. And when her people were messed with, watch out. I am planning to really dig into the Death Eater POV during my fic, which is exciting to me.

There seems to be a lot of animosity around shipping the Death Eaters with non-death eaters and disagreement over whether this is realistic or not. Let's recall, the whole thing is FAKE! Who knows and who cares if it is realistic. I don't care if someone says Tomarry is canon, I don't have to agree with them. I don't care if someone tells me Wolfstar is unrealistic to the time period, or that Jegulus is straight up impossible, because I just simply don't see it that way. The magic of the world is it lives inside each of us. I'm not limited by the societal stigmas of the 1970's because this story didn't take place in the 1970's, it didn't take place at all! (Except for Wolfstar and Jegulus, which definitely happened). So depending on how pure to canon you want your fandom life to be, you are going to find a camp which suits you. I think the fun of fandom is that is doesn't have to be dogmatic. And at the same time, you can find your folks if you need that. But the arguing which is better, wasted energy. I'm always going to be in camp MOST FUN! I think looking into everyone's story is most fun for me.

And on a final note which could be it's own essay, quotes from Sirius regarding ANYTHING in the past do not sit well with me. Sirius is a trauma survivor, he spent twelve years in isolation in a dementor infested prison and as far as we know got no professional mental health care for PTSD before he died. Many claims made about James in particular are based on things Sirius said to Harry, James' son. Um, a bit biased? YES! Sirius wants Harry to see James in a certain light, so he plays specific of James' qualities. And his quotes regarding Regulus (as few and far between as they are) are just as subject to bias. I remember Sirius saying Regulus wasn't as good a seeker as Harry is. Well, Sirius has seen Harry play in ONE game of quidditch, I don't buy Regulus wasn't just as good or better than Harry and that Sirius wasn't simply trying to boost Harry's confidence. I suspect what happened with Regulus is simply too terrible for Sirius to explain or remember. Sirius fiercely protects Harry, I believe he was a protector of his little brother even more so. In conclusion, the realisticness of two characters shipping together because one of them "hated the Dark Arts" and the other was a Death Eater, is not a platform to argue from, IMO.

FYI - I don't engage with trolls. Unless they are the kind from Frozen, the love trolls. :)

#our love is written in the stars #death eaters #voldemort #harry potter #marauders fandom

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androgynousblackbox · 6 months ago

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How I Met Your Father. 17 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

How Hell Met Me

"Stuck up arrogant king?" asked Lucifer, tying up his bowtie for him.

After they had finished their plates, Lucifer had come back quickly to the palace in order to get his old clothing. As for the rest of his colors, a sigil on his wrist would do the trick. When pressed once it would keep the ilusion of him being just the same Alastor that everyone knew and pressed two times to undue the spell. It was going to feed off his own magic, just like his shadows, so it wasn't recommended to use it permanently, but with his new powers he should be able to keep it untouched for at least a few weeks.

Alastor didn't really need any help with the bowtie. He had tied it himself countless times before. However, when Lucifer started helping him out to dress, he didn't protest at all. Even through the fabric the touch of Lucifer was warmer than anything on Heaven. It felt like cleansing as he set up every piece of clothing, as if finally he could feel like himself.

"Sketchy as fuck?" asked in return, arching an eyebrow.

Lucifer had tied and untied the black piece on his hand at least three times, getting distracted by other details he wanted to perfect before trying again. He didn't want to lose the contact either.

"At least I said you were good lookin" defended himself with a pout. "You could have say something like oh, he is so beautiful I can barely concentrate around him, that is so annoying of him, or something."

Alastor snorted softly and bended a little to reach his ear.

"But if I said that, it wouldn't be acting anymore, would it?" whispered and when the expected blush came, he took his chance licking the cheek to his heart's contempt. Sensing the flow of the delicious blood right under the skin that now, after so many years, he could bite into if he wanted to.

"Ejem" called Charlie.

Alastor turned to her as Lucifer cleared his throat, finally resolving to finishing the bowtie. Charie looked to a side, a faint blush of her own, as she hold up her phone. Just because she liked seeing both of her parents alive and well, didn't mean she had to like them acting like that with her in the same space.

Lucifer was appropriately embarrassed to suddenly be reminded they weren't the only two people in hell. Alastor hadn't forgotten, but couldn't bother to pretend he cared too much.

"Um, I called Vaggie already to set up a meeting on the lobby. Everyone is waiting. Are you ready, dad?"

Alastor touched the sigil once and conjured his cane mid air to stomp with it the ground.

"How do I look?" asked to Lucifer, posing a little with his hand over the front of his red shirt.

Lucifer smiled and pulled out his wing to reach his lips, holding his cheek briefly to leave a soft and earnest kiss.

"Perfect" said, coming down and snapping his fingers. His comfy shirt and pants instantly changing into his usual outfit, minus the jacket and his hat. Alastor made a mental note to ask him how to do that for himself, it would certainly save him some time. Lucifer rubbed his hand together and brush them over his hair, some sparks of gold magic blinking between the strands for a second before they dissapear, finishing the look. He didn't asked how he looked, but if he did, Alastor would have to say he was dazzling as always. "We are ready, duckling."

Charlie nodded, going to the door for them as they followed behind. On the hallway, Charlie grabbed the sleeve of Alastor as if to make sure he wouldn't get lost on his way to the elevator. So painfully similar as to when she was a little kid dragging him to play with her that Alastor wouldn't dream of breaking her ilusion. Once inside, she wrapped her arms around the middle of Alastor without offering any reason or excuse. Alastor didn't ask for it either, petting her head pleasantly until the floor stopped moving and the door opened up on their own.

"I love you, dad" said against his side. Alastor hummed and kissed her crown, which made Charlie to giggle gently. "Come on."

When they came out, Alastor felt the hand of Lucifer on his waist, walking close to him. The hand laid there comfortably, almost possesive. Alastor pretended he didn't notice or cared, but it was comforting to have that warmth on that point. When they reached a glass door, Charlie pulled out her head through it making a gesture for them to wait a moment.

"Hey, everyone!" said Charlie. "I have kind of a big surprise to announce. I don't really know how else to prepare any of you for this so, here we go!" she sighed, opening the door fully and taking the sleeve of Alastor to pull him with her. "Look who came back from the death!"

"Alive and better than ever!" added Lucifer, making pop up confetti and sparkles out of his hand in front of Alastor, whose only reaction was a blank stare. "Isn't that great?"

This was the family he gave up Heave for. This is what he would have to get used to again.

"Holy shit" said Angel, as Pentious stand up from the couch and Husk recoiled in the couch.

Cherri, sat down in the floor near Angel, had her mouth left open. She too had seen the dead body and assisted to the funeral in Cannibal Town to pay her respect, not to mention pass in front of the memorial portrait on the entrance every day. The only one who didn't looked as shocked was Vaggie, but she was still surprised to actually see him there with her own eye.

"Well…" started Alastor when suddenly his whole head was covered by a tight grip, the smell of desinfectant being an obvious give away of what happened. He had no idea from where she came from. "Hello, Niffty. It's nice to see you again too."

"Scary pretty boy is pretty and scary, but not the same" said Niffty, her voice muffled as coming from between his hair that she was nuzzling. "There is no music when you are not here, so is very silent all the time and I didn't like it."

"I see" sighed Alastor, who couldn't actually see because of her puffy skirt. "I am sorry to hear that, dear."

"I don't want you to go away again, sir."

Alastor palped near where the voice came from, where he assumed was her head, and patted her reassuringly.

"I am not going anywhere, dear. You can count on that."

Niffty made a little groan and finally moved, grabbing to the front of his jacket to look at him. Her big eye still looked sad.

"Really?"

Alastor nodded, smiling bigger. If he didn't already had Charlie, Niffty would have been the closest to a daughter he could have. She certainly had the familiar bloodlust down already.

"I give you my word. Cross my heart and hope to die" said cheekily and Niffy giggle a little. He took her easily on her hands, putting her gently on the ground again"I suppose everyone has a lot of questions. I am willing to answer all to the best of my capacity."

"I have one" said Husk, glaring at him with his teeth barren. The hair of his shoulders and back were standing straight. "What the actual fuck are you doing here? We all saw your dead body and now you strot here like nothing happen. Was that some kind of sick fucking trick you pulled on all of us?"

"Uncle, please" said Charlie, standing in front of Alastor. When seeing her, Husk's expression did soften a bit, but his ears were still pulled back and his tail was swipping the floor from side to side, as if ready for a fight. "Dad had nothing to do with what happened to him. He didn't intend any of that to happen. It was only last night that he was able to come back home."

"Back from where?" asked Angel before Husk had the opportunity to do it. "Back from double hell?"

"Oh, I would say that, indeed. They probably have a different opinion than me, though" said Alastor, vanishing in shadows and materializing back to be in front of everyone. He put his hand on his back as a teacher delivering the right answer to a question that all of them were set to fail, enjoying the effect of anticipation before he spoke. Husk hissed, taking a step back. "They called it heaven instead. I was the first success of our dear manager Charlie and I got out as soon at the first chance I got."

"Bullshit" immediately said Husk. "You, in heaven? Now that is some sick joke if I ever heard one."

Alastor was about to pull out his wings again, let that be proof enough, when Lucifer jumped out first.

"No, it's true" said, going to stand close to Alastor. "He summoned me from Heaven so I could take him out of there and bring him back. I would never confuse that place for anything else."

"Wait, for real?" asked Cherri. "That means you have wings and stuff now?"

"Only wings" pointed out Alastor, tenshing his jaw. "I am not showing them off, so you will have to take the word of Lucifer or Charlie for their existance."

"Why?" continued Pentious, after Charlie confirmed with a firm nod.

Alastor stared at them, narrowing his eyes.

"Is that really the most pressing question right now? Did any of you heard? Redemption as Charlie proposed is possible."

"Okay, but how?" said Angel, shaking his head. "No offense, Smiley, glad you are back and all, but you aren't exactly the poster boy of good behavior so this is only the more confusing for us."

"Nobody told me either why I was there" recognized Alastor with a shrug. "Apparently dying to protect others counted, even if you only intended to take a break to come back and keep killing" He sighed, squeezing his brow between his finger. "I am afraid that any question about how or why Heaven operates the way they do are out of my knowledge. I was just told to be part of Heaven without any reason for it."

"And then you jusst… came back?" asked Pentious, as if the idea didn't made any sense. In a way Alastor could understand. He was one of the very few souls who was hoping to get that opportunity himself. "You… you had the chance to go to Heaven and went back to hell" He thought about it for a moment longer. "No, actually, sscratch that. I believe that coming from you. I can't picture the radio demon just liking Heaven."

At least he knew that.

"How was it like?" Cherri hugged her legs, attentive.

"Awful. Disgusting. Vile. Repulsive. Painfully boring, just to name a few characteristics" Alastor sneared. "For me at least, who had no choice. If you actually want to go there, you are probably going to be fine."

"So that is it then?" asked Angel, looking now between Charlie and Alastor. "Just do whatever the hell you want, die for someone else and that is your ticket? The fuck kind of bullshit is that? Why bother doing anything then?"

"Th-that was just the case for dad" added Charlie, correctly assuming that Angel was starting to get upset at the prospect that he had kept clean for nothing. That all of their hard work didn't really had an effect on whether they ended up in Heaven or not. "We don't really know. Heaven doesn't know either what does make someone end up there."

"That is real comforting, Sweet Cheeks" said Angel, sinking himself in the sofa with two arms crossed. "We are basically back on square one then."

"I disagree" Alastor reclined his weight on his staff. "All this time I thought you were a bunch of hopeless souls that are never going to seek any chance in your lives. Well meaning and full with good intentions, but what is the road to hell paved with again? I never believed any of this could actually change anything in hell" added, making a gesture for all of the hotel, before turning to Charlie. "I was only here because you were here, little fawn, no other reason. But now that I know for an unquestionable fact that it can be done? Well, my fellow sinners, then there might be hope after all. And what is hope if not the last thing to lose?"

Everyone stared at him in silence, trying to process the radio demon of all people in hell being the one talking about hope. The word itself sounded foreign in his mouth. Alastor was aware of how ill fitted that kinda of speech was for him. He was expecting if anything that would make it more impactful, but it seemed to have gained the opposite effect.

"Are we ssure thiss iss the ssame Alasstor?"

"Very well. How about this?" said Alastor instead, sharpening his smile like a butcher his best knife. "If any of you gives up on the efforts of my daughter, I will slaughter you all myself to see if you reach Heaven. We can always experiment and see what happens. Is that better?"

A weird sense of relief washed the room, before they all started voicing their agreement to keep trying anyway. Everyone with the exception of Husk, who was walking away towards another set of doors, away from his bar. Charlie didn't look particularly happy with this development, but couldn't argue with the results either.

As more questions piled on and Charlie was trying to answer with what she knew, Alastor looked over at Lucifer and made a gesture for Husk, just as the winged cat was already getting out. Lucifer nodded, although his face said clearly he didn't like losing sight of him. Alastor took his hand to leave a piece of his shadows inside his palm, before dematerializing right there to go after Husk. That at least would let Lucifer know that he haven't died again.

His new surge of energy made it so much easier to hear the steps of his target walking to the backyard and he made sure to appear in front, at a good distance to not ennerve him.

It didn't do much of a difference.

"Fuck!" yelled Husk, jumping back. He took a hand to his heart as his chest kept moving quickly. "What the fuck? I can't take a fucking walk outside now that you are back? The deal is done. You have no power over me and I don't you owe shit."

"I am aware" said Alastor, as calm as ever.

Husk looked at him up and down, trying to predict what he was going to do now. The lack of any tentacles or other shadows under his feet did not calmed him down. He lifted his arms, just in case.

"You can threaten all you like. I am not giving up my soul ever again."

"Understandable."

Husk hissed.

"Well? What are you waiting for then?"

Alastor looked up to the blood red sky, taking a deep breath. This wasn't any easier for him to say as it would be for Husk to hear it.

"I came here to thank you" let out, the words almost making him cringe at himself. Husk stared at him as if he had just spoken gibberish. Alastor kept going anyway, looking to the bowtie of the winged demon instead of his eyes. "Lucifer told me how things were while I was gone. You and the others were there for him and Charlie when I couldn't. Lucifer said that without your support the hotel wouldn't have come out like it did. You had no obligation to do any of that and yet you did." He did finally looked up and Husk flinched, not expecting the intensity of those eyes. "Because of that, I owe you. You can ask whatever you want of me and it's yours. It's the least I could do. I am not an ungrateful man."

Husk's shoulders finally relaxed, confusion now replacing fear as he continued to observe him, realizing a second too late that Alastor was talking without his filter. There was no way he haven't spend all those years under Alastor to not know what that meant.

"Man, fuck off" said, shaking his head. "I stuck around because I wanted to, not because of you. You can shove that favor up your ass if you want. I don't need shit from you."

"As you wish" Alastor shrugged, walking past Husk back to the hotel. Husk even then kept his distance, moving away from him. "The offer stands. I think it's fair for you to know that I can do a lot more than I could do before, Husk. That is the only one good thing the whole ordeal with Heaven has brough me."

Husk inhaled through his nose, a bitter snort.

"I don't care. I still can't believe they let you in."

"It doesn't have to be for you" added Alastor, already reaching the stairs back to the doors. "Just about anything you think is worth asking."

Alastor already was grabbing the handle when he heard Husk moving closer.

"Wait."

Alastor turned. Better to get this business done with. He hated having to be in debt with anyone.

"I am listening."

Ten minutes later, when Alastor came inside the hotel again, Lucifer pretended to be admiring a vase nearby.

"Oh, hey, Al!" greeted Lucifer, as if he had just realized he was coming and wasn't keeping track of him through the windows. "I was just seeing all these poor plants already. They need a little bit of new life into them, don't you think?"

As he said those words, he extended his hand over the demonic flowers with a golden glow, making them regain their red color and the shine over the eyes at the center.

"I can feel the proximity of my own shadow, you know" said Alastor, calling the dark energy back from the still closed fist of Lucifer. He came close to Lucifer and rubbed his shoulder. "See? Not dead. More than usual at least."

"I… I know" Lucifer swallowed and scratched his neck. "I just… sorry."

Alastor thought at least this time he hadn't called upon his collar. That would have been one awkward conversation to have outside. He considered that an improvement.

"If you are so eager to keep tabs on me, would you like to accompany me to do a small errand into the City?"

"You just came back and already have an errand?" asked Lucifer, turning to him. "Are you sure you don't want to just relax for today? You did went through a lot, babe."

"Oh, trust me, my dear, getting back into the swing of things in Hell is my idea of relaxation after Heaven" He looked over through the glass doors as Husk was sitting under a dead tree, probably licking his own arms to sooth any lingering doubt. It was hard to say since at the distance it was a blurry black spot with red. "Besides, the sooner I finish with this the better."

"If you say so" Lucifer also looked outside for a moment. "Did you managed to talk with Husk? Is he okay?"

Alastor arched an eyebrow.

"Careful, my love. I might start getting ideas if you are so concerned with another man's wellbeing."

"If that man is your daughter's uncle, you should be concerned too" Lucifer refused to take the bait for the distraction, rolling his eyes. So many years togehter didn't went in vain. "Just a yes or no question, Al."

"Then yes and maybe yes."

"What does that mean?"

"It all depends on how quickly can we finish" If it were for him, he would do it all by himself, but him still having to get a good grasp of his powers and Lucifer needing to be around him for the moment, it was inevitable. "I can explain on the way."

Vox was having a good day. Not all of his days were good, even after announcing the best news in decades about the death of a certain annoying deer demon. That high had lasted him for an entire month before the usual wearingess of everyday life came back with a vengeance. His work wasn't easy, but then again, it was a job that he loved to do. On his most stressful times at least he could comfort himself knowing that Alastor was gone for good, but on that day he hadn't even thought about that at all. Why would he need to when the ratings were good, his coffee came out exactly as he wanted it to and he had a bunch of new content ready to pull out for the rest of the day? Val had even been more calm than usual, keeping himself busy with a whole franchise that was due to come out next month.

All those good feelings flew out of the window as soon he opened up the doors to his studio. Alastor, or something that looked to be Alastor at least, was looking over the sizes of the platform where his chair was at.

"Why does this place need to be so big?"

Only then he realized that the aparition wasn't alone either. The tiny king that finally had come out to face the press instead of his daughter was at his side, hands behind his back as he contemplated down the platform. That didn't made any sense. Why would he be hallucinating about the king being there?

"How else is he going to contain all that ego, dear?"

That voice almost send him directly into another forceful blue screen. He didn't, but the hand that was gripping his perfect cup of coffee suddenly lost strenght and the mug shattered against the floor. Some portion of the hot coffe even splattered against his leg.

"Dear."

The king stared at him and pronounced one single word:

"Freeze."

Vox's entire body stayed still, one leg slightly up the air as he assessed the damage on his pants. His eyes concentrated on Alastor, wondering if maybe he was the one doing it somehow. Everything was stuck in place, like he had been drowned on gold and let it harden on top.

That, more than anything, told him that this was definitely not a dream.

He could still move his eyes, so he focused the camera inside his head to Alastor's face, searching the security footage. But there was no recognition from the entire system. It was like those two had just appeared in the middle of his studio out of thin air.

"Disconnect from external sources." continued the king, just as Alastor was taking a couple of steps to reach his chair and sit on there. Vox suddenly couldn't get anything out of the system. He couldn't call anyone or text. It was all message errors coming back, leaving him entirely to the reality of whatever was happening there. Alastor's smile was the same as always as he reclined, relax and comfortable. "Step closer."

His legs started moving on their own, his arms following with the same motions as if he was taking a normal stroll back to work. The king, without taking his eyes out of him, walked likewise at the side of the chair and tilted his head.

"Kneel."

His legs buckles up under him, making his knees to impact harshly on the floor. He gained control of his arms again, but now he was stuck in that place. He looked at the two intruders, his own eyes still focusing more in Alastor as he desperately tried to understand why did he looked fine. His drones had captured the moment in which Lucifer appeared through a portal with the dead body of Alastor, his neck sliced so nicely that the blood had tainted all of his front and back. He even screenshotted and put on his personal folder to see whenever he felt down about anything. That happened, he was sure and more of that was when this same king announced it to the rest of Hell. No illusion could be that convincing.

How, how, how. how.

"Your Majesty…" said, still trying and failing to lift his legs. Not even his feet would move. He was talking to the king, because that was the more immediate and concerning threat, but still keeping watch on Alastor. The Radio Demon tilted his head slightly, amused for his attempt at pretending he wasn't there. "What an honor to have you visiting us in the tower. To what, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Oh, don't mind me" said Lucifer, finally using his normal voice. "I just came for support. It's him you have to listen to."

Without another him in the room to adress, Vox directly finally his screen towards the one occupying his chair as if it always belonged to him.

"Hello, Vox" his voice practically purred. "I imagine it must be surprising to see me after all this time."

"Your stupid friends in Cannibal Town made a whole service for you" Vox pointed out, trying to see if it was an hologram projecting from somewhere, but he couldn't reach none of his other cameras around and the only one working was on his head. He pulled out footage of the funeral to see and definitely, the Cannibal Overlord Alastor was such good friends with was covered in a black veil to hide her distress. "If this is some sort of joke, it's a pretty fucked up one."

"No joke at all" Alastor reclined on the air, joining his hands together on his lap. "Unfortunately I had to pass through that whole ordeal to look for something better."

"What ordeal? Being dead again after losing a battle?" Vox said it hoping that Alastor was going to contradict him and explain himself, say that no, he was somewhere other place and everyone assumed his death.

But he should have known that Alastor wasn't going to do him that favor.

"Exactly" said Alastor as his antler grew bigger. His entire studio was enveloped in pure dark shadows, down to the floor he was against until it looked like they were all three of them floating in space. Even in the darkeness he could distinguish shapes and forms still moving, screams of tortured souls seeming to come from every corner all at once. Alastor stand up from the chair as a ring of green fire rised up around them. When he looked up again, the eyes of Alastor was two glowing green circles floating on the black hones that were his eye sockets. His voice was crackling like the fire, small fluctuation in the volume with each spark. "I might had a lost, but what I have gained in return I would say was more than worth it."

Vox's magic was never the most receptive one to other's people energy, and yet, he knew that this way beyond anything he had seen before. In all the years he had known about Alastor, he had never felt that icy sensation wrapping itself around his chest at the sudden realization of how out of his league he was. How vulnerable and defenseless he was from the moment he opened up the doors.

He looked over at Lucifer, but the king was just calmly looking back at him, not impressed or shocked by the display of horror, as if he was just waiting patiently for this to be over. Somehow that made it worse.

Alastor turned his head to the side, the cracking of his neck bringing back Vox's attention to him. After seeing the fear properly displayed on his face, Alastor slowly came back to a more normal forme. Red eyes almost twinkled with the fun of a kid burning ants with a magnifying glass.

"So you understand now! Excelent, that makes things a little bit easier" He casually turned and sat down again. The sounds of pain and sorrows were toned down, still ever present, as to not let him miss a single word of what Alastor said. "We can talk about what exactly you are going to tell your audience then. First, I will give you the privilege of announcing that I am back from the dead. I know, very generous of me. No need to thank me. You can even talk about this very meeting that we are having right now if you want. None of the details about how it happened or what I was doing during these five months are for you to care or know about. I would like to keep some sense of mystery at least. Are you following thus far?"

Vox realized he was trembling when he forced his head to nod. Alastor could have pulled a gun full of angelic bullets and it wouldn't have been half as terrifying. Something in the dark brushed against his hand and he pulled it closer.

"I want to hear you say it, Vox" said Alastor, his smile ever growing to the point his mouth wasn't moving as he spoke. "Say it."

Vox wheezed, as if he had forgotten to breath for a moment.

"I follow you" said. The ground under his legs seemed to be changing, pulsating. He thought that any moment now it was going to open up to some mouth and swallow him home. That would fit so perfectly with Alastor's style that it was almost funny. "You came back from the dead. With more power. Nobody will know why. You just did."

"Very good!" Alastor chuckled to himself, supporting his chin on his hand over the armrest. "Now to the second issue, the reason why I came back. You can add a little more flare to it if you want, but the short version of it is that I came to claim my new role in hell." At those words, even the king finally looked over at Alastor with a slight frown. Alastor winked an eye at him before he continued: "I am going to become the first ever King of Overlords here in hell. All other overlords are free to come and try me, and I will be ever so glad to take their souls once I devour theirs. I count with the full approval of the king of hell himself, isn't that right?"

"I mean" Lucifer said, shrugging. "Sure, why not."

Alastor almost rolled his eyes, as if he was expecting a more enthusiastic response than that, but didn't let that to water down his good humor.

"And as the new King of Overlords" he followed through, "I will overseas over the works of all others Overlord. That means that if any of them says a word I don't like, repeat a word I didn't approve or do anything at all that could bother me, they will be stripped off their power if I don't decide to kill them directly, whichever I think is more appropriate in each case. That very much includes you, Vox, so I hope you know to keep it professional whenever it come to report about me or the hotel I am working at."

"What?" Vox for the first time blinked out of his terrified state, looking confused. "Are you… are you serious? Are you still going to be working in that stupid idea? Why?"

At that, a tentacles wrapped itself around his chest, trapping his arms at his side. The pressure wasn't enough to start making his rib cage start to give, but it could, it very easily could. Normally at that point he would try to transfer his consciousness to any other device just in case, but didn't had that option there.

"What did we say about the details, Vox?"

The tentacles released him just enough to let him gather enough air to breath.

"They… they don't matter."

"No, you don't matter enough to know about them. There is a difference" Alastor smiled, amused. "You can also announce that the hotel Charlie Morningstar is managing is officially under the protection of the King of the Overlords. If anyone ever comes to damage any of those walls or touch a single hair from any of it's residents anywhere close to that property, they won't have enough time to feel any satisfaction from it before I had my own fun with their remains. Got all of that?"

"Y-yes."

"Very well" Alastor snapped his fingers and all the shadows dissapeared, along with the tentacles. The floor came back to be solid and the blue of all of his screen was almost as shiny as neon as they came. "You have been exceptionally receptive, Vox. I appreciate that. Who knew that all someone needed in order to get you to listen was to be more persuasive?"

Vox moved to stand up. It was useless, of course, because it wasn't the magic of Alastor retaining him there.

Alastor saw his attempt and hummed content with himself as he rose from the chair, conjuring his staff to shuffle it in front of him.

"You can make the announcement this afternoon. I have other things I want to put in order before then. How you feel about 5:00 pm exactly? Until then you can keep going with whatever mindless entertainment you were doing as usual."

Vox let his arms slump, knowing there was no other choice there. He had a segment scheduled for that timeslot, but what did it matter now?

"Fine."

Alastor nodded his head. He turned to the king and made a small gesture towards him. Lucifer looked over at Vox, his eyes turning to red for a brief moment as the words came out.

"You are free."

Suddenly the undefinable pressure was gone. Vox moved first his feet to test it out and them quickly stand up, almmost fumbling with his own feet before he could take a step back. His connections were still all down.

"Nice talk, my good man!" said Alastor, walking casually past him. The king followed, not even throwing him a second glance. Vox turned around, slowly making his way to his chair to control it manually and press the emergency button. He was under no ilusion that any of his defenses could do anything against the king of hell himself, but at least would alert everyone else on the tower that there was a intruder and maybe distract them enough.

"Ah! I was forgetting something else I wanted to show you" Alastor stopped in his tracks and walked a few steps to stand next to the king, taking his chin gently with one finger. Lucifer frowned a little at the gesture, but gave a small nod in response to a silent question.

Vox was still walking backwards when Alastor bended to kiss the king. He lose his footing and end up in the ground as Lucifer lifted a hand to hold the back of Alastor's neck. That alone could have been enough to make him sick, but the look that Alastor had for the king on the brief moment when they stopped kissing gave him the feral desire of eat his chair, one bite at a time. He had never seen him look at nothing or anyone like that.

Lucifer caressed the cheek of the radio demon and it was so disgustingly intimate that it was almost like he was the one introding there. That weird, unexpected moment, at least for him, lasted just a second before Lucifer returned his red eyes back at him.

"If you recorded any of that, delete it right now."

Vox already knew that resisting was not going to work, but he still lift up his hand to his head in horror as he could feel the footage he got going straight to the shredder. When he lifted up his vision again, Alastor was hugging onto the king of hell and keeping him closer to himself as his shadows consumed the both of them. Before they dissapeared, Alastor send him a tiny wink and that, that is what end up making him go blue screen, losing control of his body.

Valentino was having a stressful day. Five scenes had to be ready for editing for that day alone and it was like nobody was putting their backbone as much as they should have.

"Again, carajo! From the top to the bottom. On the two senses" ordered to the camera, so they knew who to follow more closely and also to redue the whole scene. The two actors on the school uniforms fixed themselves a little as the camera man prepared to make the signal.

When the door to his studio opened up, he turned around, ready to bark at whoever was interrupting that they could go fuck themselves. But the words dissolved into his mouth at the sight of who it was. Or who they pretended to be, because it was impossible to be the real deal. Vox made him watch the footage enough times to be convinced of that. The only thing new was the white snake around his neck, but otherwise he hardly could forget that tacky suit.

"Nice costume, guapo, but we aren't doing that kind of works today" said, regaining his composure. "If you can kidnly take your skinny ass out of here, I would like that."

The red demon laughed accompanied by radio sounds that made Valentino stare from his seat. He stand up slowly as Alastor strode inside the studio like he was on his own home.

"Oh, Valentino, has your sight gone even worse than it was since the last time I saw you? Don't you recognize an old friend when you have it in front of you?"

Valentino stand up, cigarrete in hand. If that fucker thought he could intimate him so easily, he had another thing coming.

"I see your personality still matches the outside" said with a smile, wondering why the fuck Vox wasn't doing anything about this. He had installed how many cameras around his studio and the towers, but this was the one time he wasn't paying attention? Around them, he could hear the rest of the crew whispering. "Alastor, how rude of me. How you been since crawling out of the grave? Was it nice? Was it comfy? Maybe you should get back to it."

"It was delightful. Certainly more than whatever disgusting trash you are doing here, of course!" Alastor laughed, smiling wider when Valentino huffed.

"You never could appreciate a damn thing that wasn't your own stupid ass" spat. "And people call me narcissist. At least I have fun while doing it."

"As much is always fun to exchange quips with you, Valentino, I didn't came for this. Would you mind leaving the studio for us alone?" said to the rest of the crew. Since none of them moved and Valentino didn't gave any indication they could listen to him, they just stayed on their place. "I wasn't asking."

Just about as he finished his phrase, a bunch of tentacles sprout of a bunch of shadows that invaded the studio. Each of them took someone and throw them out of the door that Alastor kept open. A couple of assistant tried to run, leaving the marks of their claws on the floor as they were being thrown out, knocking cameras, lights and props all over until they were the two only ones standing.

"¿Qué mierda has hecho?" Valentino looked around in horror at his set, his perfect good school set that had stayed with him during three very succesful movies and it's sequels. He sneared at Alastor casually closing the door behind him. "Do you have any fucking idea how much this is putting us behind schedule, cabrón."

"No hablo español" said Alastor with a big smile, "but if I did, I would tell you not to worry about any of that right now. Don't bother expecting for Vox" added, noticing the glance that Valentino threw to one of the cameras. "He is indisposed for the moment. Don't worry, he will be perfectly fine after another reset. You, on the other hand, I can't say the same thing about."

"I have nothing to talk to you" Valentino started walking towards one of his drawer, when one of the tentacles grabbed him by the waist and elevated him on the air. Just by touching that slimey dark texture he already knew something was different. A demon like him would never forget the tentacles that had touched him. "Well, well, someone got some extra juice on him. If you wanted to brag about what you can do now, you should have told me, Al. I would have gotten some girls very enthusiastic about this exact kind of things just for you. Or you prefer boys? Maybe both?"

The snake around Alastor's neck started hissing in his direction and Alastor chuckled, scratching under the chin of the animal.

"I didn't came for none of that" said, barely making a gesture with his hand to throw Valentino across the room. When the moth demon landed harshly on his side, another tentacles grabbed him by the ankled and hang him on the air. "I came for Angel Dust."

Valentino let out a laugh. Somewhere on his head was bleeding, making it drip into the floor. His heart shapped glasses were gone off his face, forcing him to squint to follow Alastor.

"Well, fuck me, papi, it seems you have bad timing. He doesn't work today."

"Oh, I know" Alastor lowered Valentino enough to be on eye level. "Nullify his contract and I will be out of your… non existent hair immediately."

"Ah, I see. So you are the reason why he is not coming here so much, huh? You two have been cozy in that stupid hotel of the Morningstar brat? Did you enjoy fucking that ass, Al? You don't have to be jelous because he comes to be fucked by bigger men than you. That is just a job, nothing personal" Valentino growled, reaching his hand for him, only for Alastor to slam him against the floor against before elevating him in the air. Despite the hit he had just taken, Valentino just laughed with whatever air he could get. "Fuck, that ass really has you down bad, don't you?"

"Charming as usual" Alastor's sarcasm dripped like petrolium out of his lips. "I would actually prefer to be in another place right now than deal with you. Just destroy his contract or else we both are going to waste a lot of time here."

Valentino didn't answered, taking a deep breath. He balanced his body from the ankle that was grabbed and spit a red puff smoke all over the face of Alastor, laughing to himself until he noticed that Alastor just swatted it with a expression of mild annoyance in his face. His pupils remained the saim, the same as if he was breathing the same air of hell rather than his fermons. In the past even Alastor could be affected by them, that is why the radio demon always kept his distance. Why wasn't it working anymore? Not even his stupid snake seemed to react in any way.

"Hard way it is" decided Alastor.

Two hours laters, Alastor had grabbed a towell from the bathroom to clean up the blood on his face and hands. He could have done it all with his tentacles, but where was the fun in that?

"You have to admit, he lasted a lot" commented Lucifer on his snake form, his white scales turned a bright red. "I thought he would give up when you crushed his foot."

Alastor nodded, untangling him from his neck to give him a quick wash on the sink. The water immediately turned red as Lucifer wiggled, rolling around between his hands to every portion of him got the water. Once he was all cleaned, he shook himself like a dog and crawled over the arm of Alastor to reach his head, planting himself like a living crown.

"Valentino was always a tough one" recognized, now cleaning up his hand with a bar of soap nearby. Lucifer at least had already clean up his suit and it was spotless, like usual. "Pity all that will went towards the worst goals imaginable."

"That is everyone in hell, babe" pointed out Lucifer, resting his head between the black antlers.

"You got a point, love."

"He did accept once you told him you were coming to destroy Vox" noted Lucifer, as if that fact still impressed him. Alastor made a neutral hum in response. It wasn't like it was any secret for anyone who knew those two what kind of attachment they had to each other. "Mmm, you know. We should probably not tell Charlie about this."

"Not a single word" Alastor cleaned up some splatters on his cheek too using his own sleeve. He wasn't about to put anything on that place near his face. "Hopefully she will appreciate Angel's freedom regardless."

Lucifer slithered his head down, bomping his snout gently against his temple as it were a kiss.

"I know you didn't do it because you care about Angel, but I want you to know I am proud of you anyway."

"Shut up."

Alastor looked down, splashing more water on his face that suddenly felt warmer than before.

From outside the bathroom, an alarm started ringing. The sound of multiple shutters closing over the windows could be heard. Either Vox had finally come to their senses or someone else had alerted about their presence. Squeads of security guards would come any time to pick what was left of Valentino and look for them.

"Time to go, dear" said Alastor.

"Where did you say you wanted to go after this?"

In the park of Cannibal Town there were always decorative statues, not about any one particular cannibal or being. Just families of bronze and stone to incite more families to spend time on the same space. The only difference was a bust smiling close to the sign welcoming visitant to that part of the city.

Alastor read the plaque underneath. The Radio Demon, friend of cannibals. Alastor Abaddon.

"I really consider it having your real name" commented Lucifer, resting around his neck. The snake sighed. "You weren't here, so what is the point of the secret, right? But Charlie was already having a hard enough time with everyone wanting to know more about the extermination or her hotel, so I didn't want to pile more on top of that by saying by the way, here is her secret other father."

"Thank you" commented Alastor, observing his own face closer. "It's remarkably well done. Who had the idea?"

"Rosie mentioned she wanted to have something to remember you by after the service. I think it was Charlie who suggested the bust actually. I had it made and them gifted it to the Town as a token of gratitude for their participation" Lucifer nuzzled against his neck, his longue flicker against the jaw of Alastor. "I am sure she will be glad to see you."

Alastor nodded, fixing up his suit even thought there was no need whatsoever. This was the only reason he told Vox to put off the announcement for a few hours. After he was gone, Rosie had been keeping in contact with Charlie to check on her regularly. The least she deserved was to be told directly about what happened instead of going with whatevere filtered version came out from the teleivision.

The town itself seemed to come back to normal, but Alastor didn't miss the way some black eyes were following his movements and started murmuring. Alastor pretended as if he didn't notice as he made his way to the Emporium of Rosie, but just as he was about to open the door it burst open for the owner.

"Oh" said Rosie, grabbing his face. She frowned deeply, pulling on his cheeks as if to pull a mask. When that didn't gave her anything, she inspected his hair, thankfully not pulling on that one as hard. "I heard a handsome devil like my good friend Alastor was walking around."

"So soon?" said Alastor, making his ear move just for her to see. "I have been barely out for a few hours."

"I know everything" Rosie made a dismissive hand gesture, swatting away any doubt on her capacity to get the latest gossip.

She tentatively went to touch his antlers, but at that point she didn't need it anymore. She let her hand slip from the top of his head to his cheek, looking into his eyes.

"Illusion spell" said under her breath. Alastor blinked. How the hell did she know that? She haven't even seen his sleeves, she shouldn't have been able to notice the sigil. "But those are familiar eyes all the same. Alright" said, crossing her arms at last. "Tell me one thing that only Alastor would know."

Alastor didn't even had to think about it. Getting closer to her and putting his hand to cover his mouth, he whispered into her ear in such a low voice that even Lucifer couldn't quite catch it.

"My husband makes me happy, just like my little fawn Charlie."

"Awww!" cooed Rosie, before realizing that is what she asked and she squealed, hugging him by the neck. Lucifer smile went up to Alastor's head, making Rosie to frown at his presence, but otherwise more concentrated on holding both hands of Alastor. "Come inside, sweetie, come inside right now!"

Inside of her emporium, Rosie put in charge of attending the clients to some of her employees and dragged Alastor to the back to sit him down on her couch as she occupied the seat at the side.

"First things first" said Rosie, pointing above his head. "Who is this little fellow coming with you?"

"Hi, Rosie" said Lucifer, waving with the extreme of his tail.

Rosie giggled softly.

"Should have imagined it. It's nice to see you again, your Majesty."

"Likewise. The store is looking pretty good!"

Rosie nodded, bringing two cups of tea and opening a box full of lady fingers.

"I imagine if you came like that, you want to be discreet" she commented, setting up the small table as Lucifer made his way down Alastor's arm, going for the box.

"Yes, but I don't want to interrumpt or anything. Just pretend I am not here."

"With your permission, your Majesty" Rosie bowed slightly her head and then grabbed the hand of Alastor. "Okay, now that is settled, do tell me everything. I want to hear a very good explanation for what happened!" insisted, more excited with having him there, unharmed and alive, than anything else.

How could Alastor ever refuse her with a welcome such as that one? Between cups of tea, he told him the most abridged version of everything he could without going too deep into anything. When it came to the part of Lucifer being summoned to take him out of Heaven, he still went with the deal rather than contract explanation. Rosie's lip pursed for a second, doubtful, but didn't ask further question once he said in a lighhearted tone that falling was probably one of the worst pains he ever had in his life.

"That is an incredible story, dear. And I am sure there are some pieces you are not telling me, but I will trust you have your reasons for it" said Rosie, never losing her polite smile as all of that informated crashed on her like an avalancha. Alastor didn't thought she would. She was a true lady, through and through. "But if you are here with Lucifer, I guess I will have to believe it" she extended her hand and squeezed his, just as Alastor returned the gesture. "I am so sorry you went through that, my friend. It sounds like you went through a whole journey of your own, but it's good to see that you found your way home."

Alastor lifted her hand to kiss it delicately.

"Me too."

"Now, would you explain to me why do you have a illusion spell on?" She clicked her tongue when he arched an eyebrows, questioning. "Honey, there is a store that sell those just two buildings from here. I helped the owner to develop them, so of course I recognize it. But this is something else" commented. "You could fool probably even that owner with it. Why do you need it?"

Alastor sighed, looking to the curtain of the entrance and Rosie understood. She stand up to close it more firmly and then do the same for her windows, leaving them with the lightbuld in the ceiling. Once that was done and Rosie was back on her seat, Alastor pressed on the sigil twice to reveal what was now his true face.

"Oh, goodness" said Rosie, cupping his cheek, darker now and inspecting the blood red hair now. "Well, that is different, for sure."

"Charlie this morning thought I was an imposter with a bad wig" commented Alastor, now incapable of not finding the humor on the whole situation.

"You can't blame that poor girl. She missed you so much and you didn't even thought of telling her as soon you came back. Of course she would be shocked."

"That was kinda my fault" said Lucifer, curling around the tea pots since it was still warmth. "I promised her I would have breakfast with her and then I didn't. I was… kinda all over the place."

"Your Majesty, you went through a lot already. I am not going to blame you for that. Alastor, in the other hand…" There was a teasing smile pulling at the corner of her mouth and Alastor had to shrugg.

"In my defense, my soul had just burn."

"Excuses, excuses" Rosie giggled, kissing his cheek just as Alastor was pressing the sigil again. "But once the shock wore off, how was she?"

"Better" said Alastor. "I think she will be good from now on."

"Keep an eye out for her anyway, darling. I should really visit one day of these days" Rosie sighed, serving some more tea for herself before going on a completely different tangent on gossip. Alastor crossed his legs and listened, grateful for the return to normalcy.

When they returned to the hotel, carrying a huge cut of meat that Rosie insisted on gifting them with, Alastor stared at his own portrait on the entrance, recognizing the style immediately.

"We should probably turn that down now" commented Alastor.

Lucifer jumped from his shoulder, transforming into his demon form to look at it too.

"Why? You look good."

"Not all hotels have a painted portrait of it's employees hanging for everyone to see."

"They would if their faces are worth seeing" chuckled Lucifer, conjuring a duster to clean it up a little before turning to Alastor. "The painting is staying, babe. I like to see it now and I am sure Charlie feels the same."

"If anyone ask, it was not my decision. I am not taking the narcissism accusations for it" Alastor walked into the lobby, immediately being received by six arms hugging him. Four of them lifting him up the ground.

"You-you-you are the best father everrr" was crying Charlie, which wasn't that surprising, but then also Angel was the one openly sobbing.

"Husk told me what happened! I don't know what to do to thank you. I promise you to never, ever, say another bad thing about you again, Alastor, thank you so much!" finally managed to understand Alastor before it degenerated into just whinny sounds of pure, heartbreaking relief.

Well, for another person that would have been moving. Alastor instead dissolved into his shadows from the ground and stayed on a side. Seemingly without minding, Angel and Charlie hugged each other as they kept crying into each other's arms. Eventually Lucifer joined them too, because of course he would.

"Hey" called Husk. When Alastor looked at him, he extended a hand. "You are still an asshole and I won't ever trust you with shit. I don't even want to know how you did it. But still… thank you."

"None at all" Alastor looked at the hand just as Husk was about to retire it and he took it instead, giving him a firm shake. "I paid my debt for looking after my family."

"It was never a debt, you dumb motherfucker. You are the only one who sees it like that." Husk huffed. They both released the other at the same time. "Whatever."

The winged cat rolled his eyes, going over to the group to try to talk down Angel, who now was kneeling in the ground, shaking on his sobs, squeezed between the two Morningstar. Alastor decided it was the best for everyone to let them be and kept walking to the kitchen, where Vaggie was setting up some tea. No doubt to calm down Charlie and Angel once they were ready.

"Ah, welcome back, sir" greeted Vaggie with a half smile. "I will just finish with this and I will be leaving the kitchen."

"Don't rush on my account, Vaggie" Alastor put the meat on the fridge, conciously avoiding the surprise look on her face as he gave her his back. He tapped on the door of the fridge as if looking for something else. It probably hurt like hell for her too when she fell. Lucifer had decided to like her on that base alone. He didn't know if he had that same inclination, but she too had stayed at Charlie's side through it all and that counted for something. She had even been there being the first supporter of her idea, even before both of her parents were. "Do we have coffe by any chance?"

"Um…" Vaggie needed a second to react being aknowledged by her father in law. She then cleared her throat and reached for the cupboard. "Y-yes, sir, there is a couple of bags still. Mostly for Angel and Husk because nobody else drinks it."

When she turned around, Alastor was already at her back and she almost dropped it.

"Thank you, Vaggie" said, taking it from her hands and moving to prepare it.

"You are… welcome. Sir" Vaggie brushed her hair as she went to attend the boiling water.

Neither of them added another word, preparing their beverages, but Vaggie still smiled a little to herself. When a soft melody started coming of Alastor's staff, Vaggie hummed with it when Husk finally managed to bring the trio over.

At night, Alastor was absolutely beat but satisfied. Charlie had not beeing satisfied until she gave her a fully detailed tour of the new hotel, showing off their new characteristic and giving a long explanation for each one. Alastor noticed that the circus theme of his husband was more present than ever, but it was still toned down to allow something slightly classier that almost didn't made him criticize the tacky aspects. He still had to do it, for sure, and Lucifer was at the ready to argue on it's favor until Charlie called their attention again.

They had a big dinner where Charlie asked for another story and he spoke with her arm hugging his, while Lucifer was locking his hooves with his under the table. Not to try to be sexy, just to keep touching him someway as he engaged in conversation with the others.

It had been fun, he had to admit. But also exhausting and he couldn't wait to get under the bedsheets and just sleep all he couldn't back in Heaven. He was sure that Lucifer too would appreciate the uninterrupted rest.

"Al" called Lucifer, stopping mid unbottoning of his vest.

"Mmm" said Alastor mid yawn. His brain started to stir awake again when realizing that Lucifer's eyes were glowing gold, looking to their window. He had never seen him do that. "What is wrong?"

"An angel has just fallen into hell."

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