#but not at all because he wanted their treasure

[soulrox]

DPxDC #25

Part 1

Part 2

Whisper and Numbers have been living in an abandoned building in Crime Alley. Since Red Hood vouched for Numbers to the leader of the kids' gang, Pebble, many Crime Alley kids also live there. The duo stays out of gangs. It has become an open secret to the kids that the duo are some kind of Meta as they seem to know everything. But the streets will keep their secrets.

Many nights Numbers will tell stories to the kids. It started when Whispers asked to hear about the Evil Dragon Aragon and his sister Princess Dorathea. All the kids were enthralled to hear about it even the older kids listened. Even if they looked like they weren't. Numbers told edited stories about his prior heroism/vigilantism to the kids. He even shared stories told to him by the spirits. Little things about Gotham's history.

Some of the stories come from Whisper herself. Stories about Gothams' Bats and Birds are the kids' favorite. The kids believe they are fake and/or exaggerated. None of the stories are fake. Whisper has been told stories of the vigilantes since before she could understand the songs of the wind. She is happy that the stories she knows are being shared, thanks to Numbers.

The best story of the bats and birds is the one of the Second Robin who stole the tires off the Batmobile. And hitting Batman with a tire iron. The kids had such a good laugh hearing about it. Some of the more risk-taker kids took this as a challenge to try and steal tires off the assortment of bat vehicles.

The bats and birds have been going through it recently. Alarms keep going off on all their vehicles. Street kids have been seen running off right when they get there. Red Robin was the unfortunate soul who when he went to patrol, after finally getting sleep (after 72 hours awake), came to see his bike tires gone.

Whisper had known right away when the kids, Stitches, and Patches, were actually successful. Numbers and Whisper escorted the two with their treasure to Red Hood. The duo told them RH would buy the tires. The modulated sound of laughter coming from RH went on for several minutes. When he finally stopped, he asked why the kids took the tires.

Stitches: We wanted to be like the second Robin!! Numbers told us he stole the Batmobile tires and hit Batman. He's the best!

Patches: Yeah! But the Batmobile is a super hard target. So we got Red Robin.

Red Hood under his mask had gained tears in his eyes. Whisper and Number both stood silently with a knowing look in their eyes. RH paid the two a large amount but told them not to do that again. After the two ran off with their money to share the story with others, RH turned to the duo.

RH: You Know? Of course, the ghosts told you. I cannot believe you are telling those stories to the kids, Numbers. At least I can rub this in Replacement's face. And make him buy his tires back.

Numbers: They've all been heavily edited and the kids love the stories.

Whisper: *whispering* Happy, funny, embarrassing stories should be shared. We'll switch to Just Loser and Just Loser Dimwits stories soon.

RH always laughs when he hears how the duo refers to the JL/JLD. Even some of the other street kids have picked up the name.

Numbers calls the JLD, Just Loser Dimwits because as the magically inclined they should've been the ones to look after the Amity Situation.

[lordgrimwing]

-and I took that personally

Now, don't @ me if you disagree because I'm right and I'm not getting into an argument with someone who's wrong. Ungoliant is the most bad-ass character in the Silmarillion (all of Tolkien's works, actually, but people on this site are just so fixated on the Silm). She gets ignored and overlooked by the fandom and I think that speaks to the character of a lot of the people here, tbh.

A non-exhaustive list of why Ungoliant is the BEST character:

Older than the literal world and it shows. She literally saw god making earth and when 'it's free real-estate' and 'i'm about to end this man's whole career' and just invited herself in. No questions. No one even tried to stop her from doing it because they knew they couldn't. Now she's here and if she wants it, it's hers: light so bright it burns evil? Now that's a good snack. A literal treasure trove of gems? She's worked up a bit of an appetite so why not. She ate.

Takes shit from no one, gods included. Heaven help you if you try to fool her because she can see right through you. She literally threatened to kill someone who tried to reneg on a promise after she did her part, and she said 'nah-ah'. And if she did it once you can bet she's done it before. And, when said god came crawling to her for help, she gave him the verbal lashing he deserved, humbled him. She says it as it is (because she will make it so).

She has an agenda and if you don't fit in it, step aside. it's no secrete: hard work is thirsty work. Never get between her and her drink, she'll rip you a new one with her words and then her fangs. Everyone knows, she's here to eat the light. Full stop. And the gods have never been able to stop her fair and square. She literally set up shop in their special god-island to have easy access to be buffet, and they never kicked her out. She is cold blooded.

Nobody wants to mess with her. Honestly, this goes without saying. She scuttles in and out of the narrative whenever she wants and no one stops her. She makes her home wherever she wants and no one stops her. She fill whole forests with little-ungoliants so bad-ass that no one wants to mess with them either. And lest you doubt me still, when she decided to leave the special god-island (because she literally ate all the light they had), the mere shadow of her presence was so terrifying that everyone who fell under it just froze in fear for hours.

Yeah, this isn't even everything. I'd be here all day if I tried doing that. Obviously, Ungoliant is the most bad-ass character and y'all really need to start acting like it.

Earendil-truthers and Melkor-appologists DNI!!!

well, i think i'm funny

*jigsaw voice* hello tumblr user who likes analyzing characters. in front of you is a female character from a media you enjoy. you must make one meta post about her without mentioning any male characters or assigning her any non-canonical familial roles. you also have to list at least three traits of hers that she actually has in canon. if any of those traits are “nice” or “kind” or “caring” i release the hounds

[dragonanon]

Shameless Satan x Reader headcanons because I am a whore- 😩

- As much as everyone would probably assume he’s into “meek wittle UwU princesses” he can dominate with ease, Satan in fact prefers a little spitfire who won’t hesitate to fight back

- You won’t just lay down and take his BS, and it’s part of what drew him to you to begin with. He was probably raging about some stupid shit in the courtroom, and you (probably a desk clerk or something there at the time) got sick of it and yelled back at him “Oh stfu you big red fucker!” And he was so taken aback that someone had the balls to yell back at him that he was left speechless and mildly aroused

- Calls you things like “little flame”, “spitfire”, “dove”, and his “treasure”

- Knows that the sheer size difference between you two flusters you to no end, and he’s a goddamn menace about it. Making short jokes, holding things out of reach, and randomly picking you up just so he can hear you squeak in surprise. Getting cursed out by you is worth it so long as he gets to see that precious look on your face

- Aside from Yogirt, you’re really the only one who can get Satan to calm down when he’s angry and you have a much easier time doing so than Yogirt does. All you have to do is scratch his chin and croon at him, and the big bastard just melts into your touch

- Purrs SO GODDAMN LOUD but insists that he doesn’t. The lying bastard, he sounds like a tractor engine on steroids. He gets SUPER pissy if anyone besides you comments on it

- SO fucking full of himself, mans REALLY thinks he’s above Lucifer and deserves to be regarded as such smh. Your love and affection only further strokes his overinflated ego, as does any compliments and praise you give him. Mf actually grows BIGGER in multiple ways lol the more his ego is stroked

- This man is a cowboy/rancher and I will take NO criticism because I’m right. He’s got THOUSANDS of cows, and lots of horses too

- When he’s not in the courtroom, he’s working on his ranch. Probably has hundreds, if not thousands, of Demons he employs as farm hands to help with all the work, but there are some things only he can do and TBH he likes the physical activity of the work and it’s a free show for you lol

- He gave you a little chicken coop so you can keep a little flock of chickens. You LOVE your chickens, and your personal fav is a tiny rooster you named “Marshmallow”, and he looks like a more demonic version of this lol

- Says he’s not jealous of Marshmallow, but he TOTALLY is. He gets all pouty and grumbly when you pick up the tiny rooster and coo over him, because dammit you should be cuddling and cooing over HIM! Not that stupid bird!

- Has a big, fancy, mansion on his ranch that he lives in with you. In true dragon fashion, he unironically sleeps on a mountain of gold and other treasures lol. How he doesn’t have back pain is a mystery, but you get to sleep on his tiddies so you have no complaints lol

- Runs SO fucking hot! You’ll never need to pay for heating again, let alone HAVE an actual heating system, because this mf puts out heat like an industrial incinerator. It’s FANTASTIC during the winter because he’s so warm you can just cozy up to him and be in bliss, but in the summer it’s fucking agony and you can’t escape it because he gets upsetti spaghetti if you don’t sleep and cuddle with him

- Would prefer you to NOT be in the courtroom with him. He says it’s because you distract him, but in reality it’s because he doesn’t want you to have to see him explode with rage and live up to his title as the embodiment of wrath. He actually tries REALLY hard to keep that part of himself away from you, because even though he’ll die before ever admitting it, a TINY part of him is terrified that he’ll end up hurting you during one of his outbursts

- If for some reason you HAVE to be there, he has a special little balcony set up for you that’s not only a safe distance away from any potential danger, but ALSO has a magic force field protecting it (that part is a secret tho because if you knew about it, you’d yell at him for thinking you’re weak enough to need protection lmfao)

- If anyone so much as blinks at you wrong, he beats the shit out of them. The ONLY reason he doesn’t kill them is because he knows you’ll yell at him like “Dammit Satan, again?! I can’t go anywhere with you!”

- Yogirt 100% uses his love for you to get him to chill. “I know you’re feeling some pretty big feelings right now, but think of (Y/N)~ She loves you and would be so sad to see you this angry~”

- It’s funny because he and Satan both know damn well that you wouldn’t be sad, rather you’d be yelling at him to knock that shit off lmao

- The entire courtroom once got to hear you sit him the fuck down because he got a little TOO spicy in the courtroom one day, and didn’t believe Yogirt he he not-so-subtly threatened to call you. Sure enough, he pulled out his phone and called you on speaker phone, and everyone got to spend 30 minutes listening to you rip this mf a new one while the mighty king of wrath sat there like a sad puppy and occasionally mumbling something like “I know…I’m sorry treasure, I’ll do better.” (No one is allowed to comment on it or else he’ll get VERY angry about it. Plenty of memes have been made about it tho much to his chagrin)

[shysuccubusstuff]

dragon! Sylus hc:

Content: SFW + NSFW stuff; slight stalker behaviour + lovesick! sylus + size difference + established relationship + hemipenis (double dick, basically) + unrealistic sex + breeding kink + aftercare; non proof-reader.

Note: ofc I had to write something about this hunk-- I mean, I've been saving some wishes for him (got around... 46??) so yeah, I'm really close to pity so I hope to be lucky and get him cause he's so FUCKING hot with his tail and horns... Hope everyone is doing fine!! I already did the pulls, sadly I didn't get both, so now I'm stuck with one of them and one card for Sylus which is not the pair (I got Immobilized I think it's called). I haven't seen the actual story cause I still have the hope of getting it, so bear with me if I mess up/invent stuff cause, yk. I tried to do some research about how a dragon "thing" would work but damn, I ended up on a deep rabbit hole... let me know if you liked it ♡♡

Dragon! Sylus who finds you trying to steal his treasure. You look so tiny in contrast with him that it makes him want to eat you up ♡. Despite that, he restrians himself, not wanting to break his brand new toy so fast.

Dragon! Sylus who turns into his human form in fear of crushing you with one of his claws. Even despite he is several times smaller, you still look so tiny close to him... God, he really is trying his hardest you know?

Dragon! Sylus who acts all rough at first, threatening you with his mean words and his nasty demeanor when in reality he is dying to touch you. So he does, getting close to you so he can "threaten" you with his size, his tail slowly wrapping around your waist as he whispered his empty threats.

Dragon! Sylus who almost chuckles after seeing you retreat, one of your pockets filled with golden coins you had managed to "steal" (he let you take them, of course). Little did you know that this would basically give him a great excuse to follow you around, always feeling his pair of eyes piercing your back, always unable to find him among the crowd. Other times, he simply hid on the dark alleys, his red eyes glistening just from the idea of being found out by you.

Dragon! Sylus who is ecstatic when you finally regain your courage to return to him (his treasure). He has to try as hard as possible to avoid smiling like an idiot when he sees you amost trembling in front of him, yet you try to keep that brave facade.

Dragon! Sylus who keeps his act together, acting all high and mighty, acting as if he doesn't care when he sees your eyes sparkling, not because of him, but because of the great amount of fortunes he had gotten from all those years. Does it even make sense to feel jealous because of some stupid treasures?...

Dragon! Sylus who is able to slowly warm you up. It begins as a merely transactional relationship, always letting you get your way with him. You wanted his golden coins? Sure, take them. Needed some jewellery? Take what you want. Need a fast trip somewhere? You know he will let you ride him (funny word). Then, he gets more touchy, he starts by brushing your fingertips when the two of you walk through the gorgeous field of flowers, then catching you on his arms as you almost trip, finally allowing you to get on top of him as your hands touched his bare chest.

Dragon! Sylus who slowly gets accustomed to the human ways, slowly learning how to hide his horn and tails, then taking you to small dates around town, buying you anything your fingers touch with the excuse of "having too much gold pilling around was no fun".

Dragon! Sylus who learns about the human custom of gifting a ring to their loved one. He thinks about simply choosing one from his pile, but he finally decides to create a custom one. He spends several days working on it, thinking about the best design for it and what jewel would he want encrusted, finally choosing a red spinel.

Dragon! Sylus who confesses in the middle of the blooming field, getting on one knee and proposing to you, his heartbeat pumping rapidly, making him afraid of the possibility of you hearing it.

Dragon! Sylus who ends up shedding a few tears after you accept him. The tears rapidly dry because of his high temperature, but you kiss them, making him feel even more flustered.

Dragon! Sylus who almost drops the small snack you two had bought when you suddenly told him that you wanted him to do it, that you had been waiting for him to say anything. He tries to play it cool, acting as if he doesn't truly understand you, not like his grip turning the snack into bits.

Dragon! Sylus who sometimes snuck on your room, carefully sitting on your bed, laying on top of your chest and enjoying your sweet scent. The slit on his lower half opening and allowing his erection to rise. He tried to steady his breathing, afraid of being caught by you. He started to use his hand, slowly going up and down, as one of his hands caressed your hair. He knew it was wrong, of course he did, but his rut was far too close and this was the only way of keeping just enough sanity for him not to jump at you at the slightest touch.

Dragon! Sylus who tries his best not to hurt you, letting you ride you, his hands gripping your hips to avoid you taking more than you could handle. "Be careful, sweetie. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world." He keeps reassuring you as you try to get used to his whole lenght, his other cock rubbing against your tummy as you hug his back, your nails digging on his back as he slowly made his way into you.

"You're doing so well, sweetie. Remember to breath, yeah? I'm almost completely inside." He whispers into your ear, one of his hands petting your hair while the other keeps you in place.

Finally, you let out a heavy sigh, finally being able to rest while his tip rubs against your cervix. He keeps you there for a few seconds, letting you adjust to him until you start to move your hips, his hands now supporting your thighs. Despite the rhythm starts quite slow, Sylus soon takes charge of it, starting to speed up as he got closer. At the same time, he keeps leaving soft kisses all over your face, intercalating between soft pecks and his tongue exploring your mouth, sucking on your tongue or bitting your lower lip as an attempt of avoiding you getting cock-drunk.

"You said you were ready, where did all your spirit go, sweetie?" He pushed you away, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his hips kept slamming against you. "I do have to say that this look fits you quite well, here on my lap all dazed because of me. Sure you have to go back home? I could treat you so well here... Get you all knocked up and pretty, treat you like a queen every single day, just think about it." He forced you to keep the eye contact by keeping your chin up with one of his hands, the other pressing against your lower stomach so you could feel his tip constantly hitting against your G-spot.

Even as you tried to stop him from running his mouth, you were still far too dazed, fat tears running down your cheeks as he kept overstimulating you orgams after orgasm without giving you a single break. His grip on your hips tightening as his member started to twitch inside you. "Get ready sweetie, I'm close. Want me to fill you up? Get you pregnant with my seed so you can finally stay with me forever."

You nodded, your brain far too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence, only beinf able to nod as you blabbered a few words: "Get me pregnant, please! Love you, love you so much! Just fill me up--- My brain is turning into mush!" He smiled wickedly, eyes glistening with desire as he got to mark you completely with his seed, his tongue exploring your mouth as he kept trying to keep himself as controlled as possible.

By the time you were back up, Sylus was resting under you, your face completely rested against his bare chest. "You did so good, sweetie. Let me take you to a lake I know, the water is quite warm at this time of the year, we can bathe together. Let me take care of you, I will clean you up." He kissed your forehead, taking you bridal style and starting to fly with you on his arms, one of them covering your face to avoid the air annoying you.

[seumyo]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU ⭑.ᐟ CHRISTMAS SERIES

wherein a gift for the holidays is served to you by one of santa’s trusty helpers.

❆ DECEMBER 1ST. THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Wife!Reader

On the first fall of snow, Bakugou Katsuki could ignore how exhausted his muscles ache from hero work, how he hates the cold season, how his winter clothes are way too uncomfortably tight—because all he could see in this very moment is you.

❆ DECEMBER 4TH. MOONLIGHT SONATA.

PAIRING. Malleus Draconia/Fem!Reader

A banquet is being hosted in the Valley of Thorns? How strange, even for those who’ve resided in the barran quiet lands for centuries and counting. The beloved of Malleus Draconia wishes for one, and whatever she wishes for, he’ll oblige with little resistance.

❆ DECEMBER 7TH. THE PROCESS OF HOLIDAY GIFTS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Ushijima Wakatoshi/Wife!Reader

Truth be told, Wakatoshi wants to be involved in the holiday planning from beginning to end. It’s his way of healing something that he never thought was broken. And so he can proudly write “From: Mom and Dad” on his little treasures’ gifts.

❆ DECEMBER 10TH. YOUR PERSONAL HEATER IS THE FIRELORD!

PAIRING. Firelord!Zuko/Gender Neutral!Reader

To the world, Zuko was many things. He is the reigning firelord of the nation you were so familiar with, one of the most respected leaders in this era. But to you, Zuko was just Zuko. Your personal heater to combat the cold, even.

❆ DECEMBER 13TH. THE SENTIMENT OF THE MISTLETOE.

PAIRING. Kenji Sato/Gender Neutral!Reader

In which your boyfriend Kenji Sato abuses the sentiment of the mistletoe, and suddenly there’s one in every corner of your home.

❆ DECEMBER 16TH. RECENT BAKING NEWS: GINGERBREAD MAN MURDERED BY ICING!

PAIRING. Tokoyami Fumikage/Gender Neutral!Reader

Many gingerbread men were sacrificed and burned to get that perfect gingerbread man you wanted. Tokoyami’s just here to give you just that, but not without a messy baking process first.

❆ DECEMBER 19TH. TO STAY, AND MAYBE STAY FOREVER.

PAIRING. Leona Kingscholar/Fem!Reader

You chose what you’ll be doing for the holidays last year, so now it’s rightfully Leona’s turn. Maybe a trip to Sunset Savannah? Travel the world for a week? What could your princely boyfriend want to do for the holidays?

❆ DECEMBER 22ND. BIBINGKA BY BEN AND BEN

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Iwaizumi Hajime/Filipina!Reader

After years of hoping and planning, your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, finally visits your home country for the holidays. And he helplessly falls more in love with you than he already has during his stay.

❆ DECEMBER 25TH. A SERENE CELEBRATION, MERRY CHRISTMAS.

PAIRING. TIMESKIP!Bakugou Katsuki/Fem!Reader

A younger, more naïve Bakugou thought he’d be settled in life by the age of 26. With a nice house, a good career ahead of him, and a wife and maybe expecting their first child. Well, now that he’s 26, he can say that he’s settled in life. He may not have his own house yet, but a nice apartment would do. He has a good career, though it wasn’t in the rank that his younger self found ideal, but it’s ok; he’s not in a rush. And he may not have a wife yet, but he’s about to once he proposes to you.

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[featherandferns]

day 2/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘I just want you for my own; more than you could ever know’ - Mariah Carey, All I Want for Christmas is You | fluff

The twinkling lights and perky music and the rather rude demanding pillow on the sofa that says “JOY” do little to raise your spirits. You’re aware how much of a grump you must seem, slumped in the corner of the pull-out, staring longingly into your glass of mulled wine, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“Hey, grinch.” A Santa hat smacks you in the face. You glare at Kiara. 

“Cheer up. It’s girls’ night,” she tells you. 

“What’s got you so down-in-the-dumps, eh?” Cleo asks. 

“She’s pining,” Sarah says knowingly, grinning slyly at you. 

“I do not pine,” you reply firmly. Then, taking a pause for thought, you tag on, “very often.”

“This about that Maybank boy, huh?” Cleo checks. 

Sighing, you rock your head back and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Does everybody know?”

“Yep,” Sarah brightly replies. “Probably including JJ.”

“No way,” Kiara argues. She’s lounging in the armchair, a Santa hat sat wonky on her head. “That boy is blind as a bat. Lucky for you.”

At your quirked eyebrow in question, Kie puts on quite the show of a puppy-dog, yearning, lovesick idiot. You suppose that’s meant to be you. Charming. You toss the Santa hat back at her and she catches it effortlessly. 

“Kie has a point though. Why don’t you just tell him? He’s definitely whipped for you, too,” Sarah says. 

“Yeah right,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. 

“Girl, you don’t see the way he looks at you.”

“Mhm - because there isn’t a way he looks at me,” you deflect. You stare into your glass of mulled wine, transfixed by the swirling maroon and purple of the liquid; the herbal and fruity tones tangy as they hit your nose and linger on your tongue. 

You’d known JJ since the two of you were in diapers. Growing up, side by side, you felt as though you knew enough about him to know he didn’t love you as anything more than a friend. Seen him chase after enough girls and woo enough chicks at Keggars to believe that if something was meant to happen between the two of you, it would have by now. That didn’t stop your feelings from spiralling and, at a certain point, at a certain age, he suddenly seemed different to you. The treasure hunting only solidified this more, like sealing your feelings in ice. Seeing someone almost die more times than you can count has a magical way of bringing every emotion you have about them to the surface. In fact, you remember the night that you realised that the only thing you’ll ever need in life is JJ. But if that meant as a friend, then that was how it would be. After all, you couldn’t risk losing him. 

Sighing, you come back to the room and find your smile. “It’s not fair to feed my delusions,” you tell your friends, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“Well, y’know what’s a good remedy for boy problems?” Sarah wonders. She gets to her feet, dressed in reindeer pyjamas which match yours, Kie’s and Cleo’s. 

“What?”

“Mulled wine and spiked eggnog,” she grins, grabbing the bottle of plum-purple liquor. Of course. Laughing, shaking your head, you hold out your glass for a top-up. 

“Tis the season.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

JJ came home late. He’d been out on the boat with John B fishing, and the two of them got to sharing a joint and talking, and lost track of time. What were they talking about? Oh, nothing important. Apart from how JJ needed to maybe get a grip sometime soon (John B’s words) and suck it up (also John B’s words) and just tell you how he felt about you already because it’s starting to get pathetic (you guessed it - John B). After JJ threatened to throw him overboard, the matter was dropped rather promptly. That isn’t to say JJ didn’t contemplate it the entire boat ride home. 

He knew it was a risky play. You were the most important thing in his life. You were more valuable than all the gold in the world and more perfect than all the jewels. He wasn’t sure when he started falling for you; all he knew was that the ground was getting nearer. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Drinking was like rolling the dice. JJ worried that if he had one too many shots, he might sound a bit too genuine when telling you how much he loved you. 

“There’ll still awake?” John B thinks aloud as the two guys walk back towards the house. The boat was now docked and the catch stored in the fridge at the Tackle and Bait shop. The house is illuminated through the windows with Christmas lights of red and gold. A garland hangs around the frame and on the door is a homemade wreath, complete with seashells. 

“Guess so.”

As John B pushes open the door, they’re met with the deafeningly loud Christmas music and a chorus of giggles. Drunk giggles. The two boys share a look, amused, mildly concerned, before venturing into the living room. Cleo and Kie are sitting on the sofa, wine glasses in hand, watching you and Sarah dance in front of the tree. You look adorable in your pyjamas, matching the other three girls like a collectors doll. Your skin sparkles under the twinkling tree lights; hair swaying as you swing and swoop with Sarah. JJ’s heart does that annoying tugging-lurch that it usually does when he sees you. 

Sarah spots the two guys first and her eyes light up like Rudolph’s nose at the sight of John B. 

“Baby!” she grins, hurrying over to him and throwing herself into his arms. JJ’s distracted by watching the reunion that he doesn’t see you coming. You collide into him with a huff, tossing your arms around his shoulders and neck. 

“Hey,” he chuckles, easing a hand onto your back to hold you near. His heart is close to beating out of his chest. 

“I missed you,” you hum into his sweater. 

His heart beats even faster. Stop it, he warns himself. She doesn’t mean it like that. 

“You two better get those girls to bed,” Kiara chuckles, no less drunk herself. 

“No funny business, eh? We’ve got eyes!” Cleo warns with a wagging finger, making herself and Kie break into more giggles. 

“Yes! Bed!” you whoop. You grab JJ’s hand and practically drag him through the hallways to your shared bedroom. There’s a queen bed and a single, with the former claimed by you despite JJ’s bartering. Since the two of you grew up together, it made sense to the Pogues to pair you up in the house. Now JJ was starting to wish that wasn’t the case; it made it harder to ignore how cute you are. 

“Oh my God, JJ, you missed it! We started talking and playing games and listening to music. Oh! And there was drinks.”

“You don’t say,” JJ quips, raising his brows. 

You sit yourself down on the bed and tug him down beside you by his arm. He laughs and indulges. 

“You had a good night, then?” he checks. Your eyes are wide and shining; pupils telling of your intoxication. The smile on your face could battle that of all the Christmas lights in Kildare with how it glows. 

“The best night! Just wish you were there,” you tell him sincerely. 

“Me too,” he smiles. 

As he holds your gaze, something sombre comes over you, and your smile begins to falter. Before he can fixate, you’re resting your head against his shoulder and sighing. 

“JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want for Christmas?” you wonder, interrupting yourself with a yawn. It seems now that you're away from the spiked eggnog and blaring tunes, the tiredness has begun to seep in. 

“What’d I want for Christmas?” JJ echoes. He hums as he thinks long and hard. He knows the obvious answer - the want of all his wishes - but that one is a no-go. “I don’t know. Maybe a new board? That’d be sweet.”

“Mm. That would be pretty dope,” you agree sleepily. 

JJ can smell your perfume and shampoo so close and it’s physically painful. “What about you? What’d you want?”

“Just one thing, really,” you murmur. “S’really important though.”

JJ glances down and sees your eyelids beginning to sag. Your breath smells like wine and cherry and custard and sugar. It’s sweet like you. “Makin’ me nervous.”

“I guess the only thing I want for Christmas,” you say, yawning again, “is you.”

JJ’s smile is wiped clear from his face like snow washed away in a morning shower. No. Surely…He definitely must have misheard. 

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. A smile starts to tickle his skin, giddy like a boy on his first Christmas. He scans the room and finds a picture of the two of you pinned to the wall, and he smiles brighter. Because John B was right, and his wish came true, and you want him the way he wants you. Hell, he might be lucky enough that you love him too. 

“Wait, do you–”

But before JJ can go on to question, he looks down to find you’re already asleep. Barely-there snores slip through your lips. He smiles to himself and sweeps a finger across your forehead, brushing back some of your hair. Your nose scrunches and it’s so adorable, it takes everything in JJ not to shake you awake and kiss you. 

Not tonight, though. 

After he’s eased you under the covers, JJ lingers by the side of your bed. Then, he dips down and presses a kiss to your forehead. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’ll tell you how he feels. 

“You’re all I want for Christmas, too,” JJ whispers against your skin. 

[sitepathos]

I'm curious, how do you think the batfamily would react when they found out that reader's a sweet tooth? (Alfred already know, obvs. The man probably have fed him so much sweets before reader moves out)

You lived in Wayne Manor for over 10 years with Alfred’s cooking filling your belly, so yeah, it’s safe to say you have a sweet tooth, your favorite being his award-winning cookies.

Alfred’s really slick, so he’d be very methodical about gaining entry into your house, his deserts being the perfect way to grease the door.

First, he started calling you on a regular basis, constantly slipping baking into the conversation, making your mouth water and cry out for his sweets.

After a few days, he’d say he went too crazy on baking and made too many deserts to eat himself (the rest of the family is being punished for allowing you to be kidnapped and nearly killed, with being left to fend for themselves food-wise being among the punishments).

Just as he planned, you tell him you’d really like to eat his baking (just as he planned) and he says he can use Bruce’s jet to fly to Nevada and the two of you can catch up and eat at your house.

Of course, you try to dissuade him, saying that’s completely unnecessary, but he insists, sweetening the deal (pun intended) by saying he made the jello cake from the Fallout Show with you in mind.

As he expected, you agreed to it and told him you’d pick him up from the airport, but only after he promised you that he was the only one coming, to which he agreed (he’s trying to bring you home and your father and siblings are only making things worse).

You’re blown away be the amount of desserts he brought, all neatly packing in boxes of various sizes, ranging from small enough to be carried by one hand to so large, you need a cart to carry it (but with the Megamycete, you’re more than capable of carrying it).

When he enters your house, he makes sure to complement how clean it is and how you decorated it (your father and siblings could really learn a thing or two from you).

As you two eat, he talks about how empty the manor’s been since you left and how much he misses you, to which you respond that you miss him as well, but you’re really happy to be back in Goodsprings and you’ve definitely improved since leaving Gotham.

As much as he wants to persuade you to come back home, or at least consider moving back to Gotham (he’d be more than happy to make Bruce pay for a penthouse apartment for you if it meant having you close), he knows it’ll take more than one day of talking and eating sweets to make that a reality and he’s more than willing to play the long game.

Still, he did have another objective coming here: finding your baby pictures (someone asked me about Alfred getting baby photos, so I decided to combine the two), so he finds a way to shift the conversation about your mother, wishing he could’ve met her before her tragic death.

Of course, you’re more than happy to offer to show him the pictures you put in storage (you’ve always been a sweet boy, so helpful) and he takes you up on your offer.

After showing him a few pictures of just her prior to your birth, he laments that you look just like her and how cute you must’ve looked as a baby and how he wishes he was there to welcome you into the world, leading to you pulling out your Baby’s First Photo Album, featuring pictures of your pregnant mother to her holding you in her arms after giving birth to you.

This album is a treasure trove to him, giving him glimpses into moments of time that your father should’ve been a part of.

That he should’ve been a part of.

He can’t help but tear up when you get to the part where you took your first steps, walking towards the person holding the camera, most likely your mother.

He manages to get you to leave the room to get him a tissue because he forgot his handkerchief (it’s a lie, he never leave the manor without at least two of them) and while you’re gone, he gets to work.

You’d no doubt notice if pictures from this album went missing after he left, but he can get out his phone and take pictures of these photos.

Until you return home (and all your pictures are placed in the Wayne Family archives where they belong), these crude pictures will have to tie him over.

He’s quick to take pictures of everything, including pictures of your mother because even if she and Bruce never married, she’s still part of the Wayne Family (and he’ll die on that hill).

When he returns home, he tells them that he managed to enter your home no problem and in fact, you welcomed him with open arms (part of their punishment is having to listen to him gloat, making all of them feel even worse).

Things only escalate when he nonchalantly tells them that he not only saw your baby photos, but that he managed to take pictures of them.

They beg, they plead, they barter (Bruce is the worst of them, throwing away all his dignity), but he refuses to let them get even a glimpse of them.

These pictures are meant for him.

They’ll just have to wait until you return home to see the originals.

And in the meantime, he’ll make sure to emphasize how adorable you looked as a baby every chance he gets.

[fear-is-truth]

the evans with a reader who is usually very stoic and/or serious laughing at something they said or did?

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x stoic!reader .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel

a/n: damn this is relatable. me & my resting b!tch face

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

if tate was trying to be really serious and you broke out laughing, he’d look down and rub the back of his neck, giving you a shy smile. “you’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” he’d say softly, but there’s no malice in his voice—just that gruff, bashful tone he gets when he feels a little flustered.

he’d become a more of a little shit around you, pulling pranks or insulting the other ghosts just to see if he can crack that serious expression again. he’d love the challenge and would become determined to make your laughter a regular occurrence.

completely obsessed with the sound of your laughter. he’d think about it when you’re not around, replaying the moment in his mind like a victory. you being serious and stoic most of the time would only make your laugh feel more special and rare, like a treasure he was lucky enough to uncover.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would initially be confused if you laughed at something he said seriously, especially since he’s a pretty earnest and straightforward guy. he’d give you a puzzled look, trying to figure out if you’re laughing at him or if he accidentally said something funny. but he’s not the type to get upset over it—if anything, your laughter would make him smile too, even if he’s not sure why you’re laughing.

“oh, so i’m a comedian now?” he’d joke affectionately. kit has a good sense of humour, so once he realises what’s happening, he’d be more than willing to roll with it and laugh with you.

he has an easygoing nature, so once he realises you’re not mocking him, he’d start chuckling along with you. he’d grin at the sound of your laugh, that soft, affectionate look in his brown eyes as he watches you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle is that guy who thrives on making people smile, especially his partner. if you’re stoic or serious by nature, it wouldn’t discourage him—in fact, it would motivate him even more. he’d see your seriousness as a puzzle to solve.

the first time he gets you to laugh, kyle’s face would light up like a christmas tree. “oh my god, was that a laugh? did i—wait—did i just make you laugh? you’re way cuter when you smile.” he’d wear that as a badge of honor for weeks

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy would take it as a personal mission to make you laugh. he’s a natural charmer and wants to bring out the light in you.

“c’mon, pretty girl’, i know you’ve got a smile hiding in there somewhere,” he’d say with that trademark wink of his, trying to coax a laugh out of you.

the first time you actually laughed at something jimmy said, he’d light up with joy. his reaction would be so genuine and full of pride that it might make you laugh even more. “there it is! i knew you had it in you!” he’d say, beaming as if he’d won the lottery. he’d tease you a little more after that, but all in good fun, because seeing you happy would mean everything to him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

calls you his “little marble statue,” while delighting in how you manage to maintain your ice queen front.

would never mock your seriousness or make you feel bad for being stoic. “you carry yourself with such grace, my dear, but surely even a creature of your caliber deserves a moment of levity,”

when you finally did laugh or let out a small giggle, james would be positively delighted. he’d coo softly in your ear, his voice full of affection and lavish praise, “my sweet little dove, gracing me with her joy.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai is a scary dude but he always manages to say the funniest shit with a straight face.

he’s used to people agreeing with him out of fear, so hearing you laugh—especially at a time when he’s worked up—would throw him off balance.

he’d feel like you weren’t taking him seriously, and that would irritate him, bruise his ego. “what the fuck is so funny?” then demand to know why you’re laughing, even if it was something he unintentionally said that just came out funny. despite his annoyance, kai secretly likes that you feel comfortable enough around him to laugh. he’d never admit it, though. on some level, he feels a bit of pride that he was able to make you laugh.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

he wouldn’t get too frustrated if you didn’t laugh right away. he’d just keep cracking jokes, hoping that even if you didn’t show it, you at least thought some of his antics were funny. “oh, so you’re one of those people, huh? the ‘too-cool-for-laughs’ type. i get it.”

if you suddenly laughed at something he did, peter would be ridiculously ecstatic. “whoa… did i just do that? did i just make you laugh? hold on, someone get a camera this is a historic moment!”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

would poke fun at himself to lighten the mood. “you know, i might be a detective, but apparently, i can’t detect a sense of humour. how’s that for irony?”

if you actually laughed at something colin said, he’d be genuinely surprised and a little flustered. his ears would turn pink, and he’d look away with a bashful smile. “oh, you liked that? uh, cool, yeah. i mean, glad you found that funny,” clearly thrilled that he managed to make you laugh.

even if you laugh at something he didn’t intend to be funny, colin would secretly love it. he’d pause for a second, just to take in the sound of your sweet laughter. it would warm his heart to see you so relaxed and carefree, and that would be a bright spot in his day.

[makeyoumine69]

Patrick Bateman being a perfect switch | NSFW HEADCANON

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Patrick Bateman x gn!Reader; 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUT🪓

𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: [MASTERLIST];

𝐀/𝐍: I know that sub!Patrick headcanon won in the poll I made, but since it was a pretty close one, I decided to write this! Probably I'll write sub!Patrick headcanon too, same goes for dom!Patrick, hehe. Have fun and I hope you like it!

Even though this man always wore an emotionless mask, there were many different faces underneath—you just had to know how to unravel them. And once you discovered the other side of his personality, the one that longed not to be in control but to be controlled, nothing would ever be the same. 

One day you would let him dominate you, but another day you would shamelessly ride his face, making sure he felt the weight of your body, every snap of your hips as you literally abused his mouth; his chin glistening with your cum mingling with his saliva as Patrick feasted on you like a man starved for ages.

When you accidentally brushed your finger along his puckered hole while giving him head and he literally melted from the unexpected but exciting touch, moaning something incoherent, but as soon as you stopped moving, the man literally gasped in despair, pressing his hips against your hand. "You seem to like this too much...am I right, my sweet boy?" You would ask, your eyes locked on his foggy ones, while your other hand was still pumping him in a steady rhythm, driving him crazy. "Yes...fuck..." Patrick's low whisper would be the only thing that mattered at that moment, along with the red tint that covered his cheeks. Jesus Christ, he looked so fucking hot.

This man didn't even have to do anything extraordinary, just exploring his real desires was enough to make everything hotter, steamier, more intimate. At one point you thought you shared a brain cell because Patrick could understand you without words. If you wanted to be dominated, ruined, reduced to fucking atoms—he would just give it to you. No matter where you were at that moment, Bateman would make sure your mind was free of all thoughts except the ones of his dick sliding in and out of you as he fucked you from behind, folding your arms behind your back and using them as leverage.

There was nothing wrong with giving each other what you both craved.

That single phrase that caused the fall, the words that brought you both to the point of no return, and when Bateman finally unraveled completely and allowed you to peg him, you hugged him from behind, spooning almost gently as you pressed your hips against him, brushing against his ear and whispering to him, almost like a mantra, to remember that moment—the moment when he finally trusted someone as much as he trusted himself. At first Patrick tried to be quiet, unsure if he could really be vocal, considering it wasn't exactly masculine, but as you began to stroke his throbbing cock, still moving inside his tensed body, he finally let go; his raspy, almost pleading moans echoing off the walls of his bedroom, and you thought it was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard.

And you would never betray his trust because you cherished it like a treasure. 

Every time Bateman let you cross that line, you would make sure he got what he wanted, making him cum hard on his expensive sheets, milking his dick with your hand and stimulating his prostate at the same time. And then the two of you would share a lusty, hard kiss that would leave you both breathless, but still wanting more. Cleaning your fingers, you would let him taste himself before you changed positions.

Now you were on your back, spread out on the pillows, watching him trace his large palms over your torso, then go lower until you whimpered in need, arching your back as a huge implication for him to continue. And when his lips touched your most sensitive spot, you wanted nothing more than to fucking claw at his scalp and rub against his perfect face.

"Mmhm...you're so fucking perfect," you blurted out with your eyes closed, tingling your fingers with his messy, slightly wet hair. "I want you to...fuck me..."

Without words, Patrick would turn you over and make you get on your knees while he sat on his heels, giving himself a few lazy strokes even though he was already so hard again. Sucking on your neck, he would slowly bury himself inside you, his hands like tight ropes trapping your body attached to his, you would squirm like a caged bird if he didn't hold you like this, but this man knew you too perfectly.

"Tell me…tell me you love my dick," Bateman's request sounded so desperate, almost pathetic. But you didn't answer right away, just giggled in response, encouraging him to fuck you even harder. "Tell me, you slut..."

"And if I don't," you retorted cheekily, looking at him with your half-open eyes. "Would you kill me?"

Although you knew it would definitely get under his skin, his pretense of indifference to your jabs turned you on even more. The slap of his hand on your ass, the tugging on your hair—everything he did to make you surrender and submit was too much, too cute. Eventually you would play along and whimper, moan for him, praise his huge cock and tell him that no one ever fucked you better than him. 

But you would never admit that he fucked better than you, not when you had him writhing and begging for you. Hell, no. The power dynamic in your relationship was always shifting, the rain of power belonged to no one, because somehow the two of you found the perfect balance.

And you wouldn't give it up for anything else. Never.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my writing community to know when I update!💞

[xiaomainlmao]

Their endearments for you <3 (twst x gn! reader)

Riddle

Rose, love

He's a bit old-fashioned but that's because of his upbringing

He might even find the more "slang" endearments weird and awkward to say, but blushes furiously if you call him anything

Calls you "the most beautiful rose in the garden" as he grabs your waist and sways to the music in the background

If you pay attention to the bush behind Riddle, you could probably catch Cater hiding there with his phone in hand, while Ace and Deuce were unfortunate enough to stumble upon the two of you.

"Still can't believe you like Dorm-leader Rosehearts! Please, I am begging you. Stop dancing in the garden when that's the only way to our dorms." Ace always cringes at both of you afterwards

...not like Riddle would think too much about it

Ace

Babe, love, idiot

And babygirl. He'll call you babygirl regardless of your gender.

One time, while discussing about an Unbirthday Party in the Heartslabyul group chat, Riddle asked him whether you would come or not. Ace replied with "Of course they will! They are my bbg after all."

Riddle and Deuce were confused so they asked.

" 'Bbg?' " " 'Bee-bee...gee'??? " " Babiest babygirl "

He smirked as he typed this, with you sitting across him. When you asked him what he was being so smug about, he gave you his phone as he burst into laughter.

You were blushing- out of embarrassment or because of his weird endearment, you didn't know

But what you did know was Ace later got collared for 2 hours as Riddle stuttered his Unique Magic, feeling embarrassed for Ace.

Leona

usually just calls you by your name because he's too lazy to think of an endearment for you

but if you tell him about a particular term you like being called, he's going to use that in front of the whole school

likes to tease you by calling you his "favourite pillow" as he lays down on you, curling up and ready to nap

may call you "babe" at times

he would experiment calling you various different endearments when he's bored in the middle of the night, and unable to sleep because he slept too much during the day

he likes to hold your face so that you don't turn away, and stare at the expressions you make in response to his nicknames and endearments

if there's one that he thinks has a particular effect on you, he's going to call you that more often

that or if he thinks there's one that you cringed really hard at, just because he wants to be a tease and purposefully annoy you

honestly, his "endearment" is just him saying your name with an uncharacteristically soft tone

don't point it out though- he would prefer it if you just smiled and acknowledged his change in tone instead of verbalising it

Kalim

Does not use any typical endearments because he loves calling you by your name

He thinks that your name is unique to you, and he really likes how the syllables roll of his tongue

Even if it's a common name, he'll claim that you're the only one with that name that matters to him

Most of the time it's just a very energetic "[name]!!!!!" with sparkling, lovestruck eyes

If he does feel like calling you endearments, it'll be "Sunshine", "Jewel" or "mere pyare/pyari [name]" (my lovely [name], where "pyari" is for female and "pyare" for all other genders, including male)

It could also be "mera anokha Khazana" (my precious/unique treasure) as he pinches your nose and cheeks playfully.

In front of his family, he may refer to you as "loveliest"

Vil

Darling, dear, love

May call you "little one" or "munchkin" when he's teasing you

Does not prefer "babe" or "baby" or anything like that, he finds it a little odd how people associate the word "baby" with both a little child and their lover (and he does not want to indirectly call you childish! Yea these thoughts came to his mind while he was overthinking one night)

Whenever he posts a picture of you on his Magicam account, he has a unique caption accompanying it

"With the love of my life." "Fairer than the Beautiful Queen herself." "My dearest."

Has tried to use poetic captions but fails most of the time.

And Rook refuses to help him. "Rou de poison, how can I suggest anything, when you are the only one capable of expressing your love for them!"

Rook

"Mi amore" or "mon chaton"

That should've been obvious

He's a tiny little French man after all

But French is a hot language so it's fine

If he was second in Neige's fanclub, then he is the initiator of your fanclub

Depending on whether you like having your photos taken and posted, he will either make a public or a private Magicam account dedicated to "all things beautiful", featuring you.

All his captions are little poems he thought of randomly

"Mon chaton! I've come up with a new haikuu to express my undying love for you!"

Is very, very vocal about his love and would use all sorts of endearments he can, and is very creative in coming up with new ones because "existing ones cannot describe your beauty well enough!"

Epel

Baby, babyboy/ babygirl, babe

It's more like he calls you the "modern" endearments to spite Vil

He also doesn't want to feel like he's being left behind just because he's not from the city

But he still thinks that these endearments are cute and fit you, especially the "baby" part because he just wants to protect you

Idia

'babe' or 'baby' are his go-to

he loves to whine "babeee" when he's trying to convince you to do something

if you're playing videogames together, he's going to call you his "trusty accomplice" or "player 2", even in the game chat

he's surprisingly bold when it comes to displaying his love online under "Nekura Samurai", it's almost like adopting a different name online makes him a different person in the chat

but around the campus, he's just going to use a nickname to call you

has definitely searched up "what should i call my partner" and "what nicknames would my partner love"

he also likes calling you after his after anime couple, and sometimes even enjoys roleplaying as them

Malleus

usually just uses your name, but also likes calling you "dearest"

he loves your flustered look when he calls you, lowering his voice and deepening it just to see your reaction

is completely unaware that couples also use "babe" or "baby", but even if he knew, he would probably find it weird, sharing Vil's thought process in this case

like Kalim, he also really likes how your name rolls off of his tongue

he thinks your name suits you, and prefers calling you that most of the time

may call you "darling" or "sweetheart" sometimes, but that's rarer than "dearest"

"love", "prince/princess" or "loveliest" are also among his endearments for you

Lilia has tried to "teach" him about the latest trends and the newest endearments, but Malleus never manages to get used to it, preferring to stick with what he thinks has the best effect on you

[oonajaeadira]

That Awoooo Inside You, Pt. 2

Fandom: The Wild Robot / Fink the Fox

Pairing: Fink <3s OFC fox Farrah

Rating: G all the way, don’t worry. This is keeping in the world and disgustingly wholesome. Prolly too clean for tumbles 😆

Warnings: None. It’s for cuteness and for heart.

Summary: After the events of The Wild Robot, a new resident joins the island. She’s a little withdrawn and Fink finds out why.

A/N: This chapter is mainly for @brandylyn because it means so much to me that she wants to read a simple story about a little yearning fox.

PART 1

For the past many mornings Fink had woken to an empty hut, the little heap of leaves near the door where Farrah preferred to sleep flattened and empty. As much as he knew he could just track her by scent, it wasn’t necessary anymore. He knew where she was.

And his heart sank a little. 

He’d been hoping for the day when he’d wake to find her still sleeping, at peace, or the night where she’d fall asleep before him, comfortable in her new home. But her ears always remained alert, feigning sleep into the night, and she was gone by first light.

Not that she wouldn’t come back to join him for meals or to play fast-as-the-wind with the possum kids. But he supposed she went to the cove in the morning for the same reason she slept near the door.

Hoping to catch a whiff of home.

There’d been two full moons since Farrah came to the island and she adjusted fast to their strange way of life. She wasn’t as hard driven by hunger as some of the other animals and gained from their talks that was because food had been more scarce where she was from and she was patient when it came to waiting for meals. Fish and shellfish had already been a big part of her diet. 

So she must have come from another island…but Fink couldn’t be sure. Anytime he’d ask more about it, she’d change the subject or go quiet. And she was very very good at being quiet. Probably had to learn that with fur like hers. It’s a wonder she made it to maturity without proper camouflage. Silence and speed would be her only options.

Except when she laughed. She laughed loud and high, almost a cry when she was really going. Farrah was easy to amuse and he made sure to do so whenever he had the chance. He wanted to see her happy and settled here. With him.

And he just liked to hear her laugh. Nobody laughed at his jokes like she did.

“That is the look of a lovelorn fox,” Paddler dryly declared one day, turning away to scrape away at a massive trunk with his crooked incisors. Fink had just cracked a joke at a squirrel’s expense–and not a clever one either, something about the size of nuts–and Farrah had laughed before bounding off after a butterfly. The beaver’s remark made Fink realize that he was wearing a dopey grin and he shook it off, but not before Paddler added, “Be direct. Build her a dam to show how you feel.”

“I’m not going to give her a dam.”

“But I’m telling you, fine fellow. We may be swimming among the trees as a pike in the waters of the river, yet the ladies still love a good bit of worked wood. You have that home–a good design, said because, as you will remember it is mine–but a little riverside palace of her own? Eh? What a treat.”

Fink rolled his eyes, playing cavalier. “It’s not like that. We’re–” over in the near clearing, Farrah’s fur sparkled white in the sinking sun, her head tilting side to side as she watched two butterflies dancing, trying to pick up on their whispers, quiet and still….and beautiful. “--friends.”

“Ha!” Paddler choked on a laugh. “You fool no one, sir. Just give her a treasure and be done with it. I’m telling you a dam always does the job, but I suppose you must do as your ilk do.” 

“Is that why there's no Mrs. Paddler?”

“Oh ho! I have had my salacious share of affairs, I assure you. My dams are well-given and wide spread. I am focusing on other projects at the moment,” he boasted with a grand gesture towards his gnarled tree, and turned back to his gnawing.

But Fink hadn’t let the beaver’s advice sift completely to the background and after a particularly good day of digging holes for grubs and laying in the sun-warmed grass, it was Farrah herself that completed the thought.

“Okay. You get to take one feature from any other animal and add it to your own. What are you stealing?” Fink rolled on his back, belly to the sun, black paws bent and hanging lazily.

“Uhhhhh,” she sighed. “Mayyyyybe racoon paws?”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Ugh. Really? You’d lose your ability to run fast.”

“Yeah, but where am I gonna run here?” she smiled, teasing, and his tail twitched hopefully. “And I bet they’re useful for arranging bedding and…holding fish…and…oh! I bet urchins would be so much easier to crack open, no more getting spines in my jowls…”

“Wait!” He flipped to his stomach then, his claws digging in the dirt, eager to run, eager to share the idea that had just come to him, ready to bound and yip but controlling himself–she was skittish if he was too bouncy–”You like urchins??”

“Of course. Do they live here? I’ve never found any.”

“Come on. I gotta show you something,” and he took off running with the breeze at his back, which carried the information that she was following and keeping up with him as he made his way through the trees and down the sloping landscape to the shore. 

Running straight for the goose flats, he turned abruptly at the shoreline and went crashing though some bushes until they came to a bluff wall. But instead of coming to a halt, Fink took a leap, knowing which ledges were wide enough to hold him, and which led out to the sea. From there, he was able to round the corner to a small cove. With the tide out, it was a completely isolated beach, not even a sand bird or seagull.

“Welcome to the northern most point of the island,” he explained with a sweep of the paw. “When I don’t wanna dig clams to a soundtrack of honks, I come out here. The tide leaves little treats too. Cockles, a dead fish, sometimes an eel. Sometimes though–” he scanned the stretch of beach, his heart skipping at the sight of a dark little blob, “--there! Urchin!”

Dashing over, he sniffed at it and, finding it still fresh, held it down with one paw and expertly cracked its underside open with his teeth. Then he sat back high and proper, very proud of himself, and offered the feast to her with a flourish. “Madame.” Surely this would be it. This cove was his little secret, his treasure to give her. And serving up delicacies with humor? He just wanted to make her smile…

But Farrah had stopped nearby, distracted, her strange eyes–one light, one dark–searching the sea, her nose activated, taking in the air.

“Uh…Farrah?” Snapping to, she closed the distance, and Fink cocked his head. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, of course. I just caught a whiff of–” she fought off a glance to the sea. “It doesn’t matter. Oh wow! The urchins are huge here!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously. “It’s a specialty here. You’re gonna love the recipe. This one’s for you. Dig in.” As she did, Fink turned fully toward the water and scanned the horizon, trying to see what had caught her attention but found no scents or sights out of the ordinary. “This place is a little secret of mine, but you’re welcome to it anytime.”

“It’s nice here. Quiet.” She licked her jowls, taking in the last morsels of the delicacy. He still hadn’t turned from the sea and just as he meant to ask what had pulled her attention, she surprised him by coming to sit beside him, not just near him, but right beside him, shoulder to shoulder, flank to flank. “Thank you.”

Success. He sat still, paralyzed, trying to keep his heartbeat from racing, his tail from twitching. She liked his gift, she liked his shared treasure, he could feel his paws wanting to happy tap in the sand and the springs of his hips wanting to leap in triumph.

But still he sat. Because she had finally come closer and he knew even a twitch would send her just out of reach again, no matter how badly he wanted to curl his tail around her–not only to warm her but to protect–his foxy instincts running high.

But still he kept sitting, as long as he could, watching her from the corner of his eye as she sniffed the wind and seemed to be relaxing around him.

Not long after that, she was gone in the mornings and he’d track her here to this cove and peek around the bluff wall to find her sitting in almost the same spot, looking out toward the sea. The first day he’d found her, he’d startled her and she ran off in a flash, not coming home until after dark.

After that he left her be and went back to the goose flats for breakfast. She’d join him soon enough and say nothing about it, smiling as if all was fine. But she never sat so close to him again and she still slept every night with perked ears near an escape route.

After a while though, he tried a different tactic. He came out into the cove and sat at the shore as she did–quiet and still–only still very far away. He’d let her pick up his scent before moving closer and sitting nearby, matching her gaze to the sea, and they would sit in silence for a short moment before she would perk up as if all was well and backtrack to the wall and therefore getting on with the day, nothing more about her alone time to be said.

Until today. Poking his head around the bluff he found Farrah on her feet, trotting up and down a short length of the shore, eyes on the far, far horizon…and then he noticed the smell.

Snow.

There was an iceberg far out to sea, not unusual for late spring on some years, but not altogether common either. They never came close and were often in and out of sight within a morning. This one was drifting further away and Fink watched as Farrah tracked it going, looked after it even when it was too far to be seen or smelled, finally sitting with a little sigh and sink of the head.

And then he understood.

One recent night they’d been looking up at the stars and Fink had pointed out The Great Crack in the Sky, his friend Roz had told him its name was Cassiopeia, whatever that means. That’s when she told him that in her home, they called that group of stars The Iceberg Edge. The elders of her pack used it to teach kits not to go out onto the ice when they saw the pattern of this constellation on the ground, because it meant the ice was breaking up and going out to sea. 

This is how she came here, she told him, caught on a piece of spring ice that broke away during a clutch of warm days. It drifted too far out to sea for anyone to hear her howling. When it was almost melted out from under her, she was lucky enough to swim to a piece of debris and huddle on it for a few days until there was an upset and she was in the water again and the next thing she knew she was waking up in the hut with a bear blocking the exit.

It seemed like yesterday and ages ago all together.

Once she noticed him sitting down the beach, this time he moved closer and sat quietly for a little bit before speaking slow and low.

“You…miss your home, huh.” As he expected, she only blinked down at the sand, and his ears fell to a droop. But she wasn’t running off or changing the subject. Maybe if she wasn’t ready to talk, she might be okay with listening. Fink swallowed, realizing he was about to say some things out loud for the first time. “I felt the same way when I came to this part of the island. My mom kicked me out pretty early and I was run off before I could really learn the ropes. It took me a long time to forgive her. I know now that it wasn’t her first choice, that there were too many males and not enough females so I guess she was afraid I’d get targeted. But I was pretty darn lonely for a long time.”

“What changed?”

His breath caught as she spoke up, but he managed to recover and answer. “I found friends. Really amazing friends. I hope that for you too. It seems like you’re off to a good start. Especially if you keep giving Pinktail a break from her spawn.”

At least she cracked half a smile before letting it fade again. “Friends don’t replace family.”

“No, not replace. But they can become another kind of family. I have proof.” He’d told her enough about Roz and Brightbill, and Thorn spent enough time in the hut that he knew she understood. “But I’d like to hear about your family…” and here he couldn’t help himself, his self-interests creeping in as he tested his chances, “...I assume you mean your mate and kits…”

Here Farrah gave him a look so sudden, so bewildered and distressed that he was about to ask her if he’d overstepped, but instead, that laugh of hers broke out, although not as loudly as usual. 

“I was talking about my mother and siblings. They were my whole world. They had to be. The food was scarce so the families were spread out and…well. Mate? That’s… I’m obviously nobody’s first choice, I mean, just look..” She stuck out her tongue and made a silly face, tilting her head from side to side. 

Fink could only blink, perplexed.

The breeze picked up, but the scent of snow was only a memory now, the water a flat line. Farrah’s nose pointed down to the sand again, her half smile diminishing by half again for a moment. Fink leaned forward, words starting to bubble up, words he thought he’d never get to say to another fox. But before he could say what he’d been holding down, she shook off the mood and feebly tried to make it a non-issue, abolishing the silence between them.

“Have I ever told you how my sister once head-butted an elephant seal?”

“Ah…no. Really?”

“Really!”

“Huh. What’s…an elephant seal?”

“It’s–oh! Sometimes I forget…of course you wouldn’t know...!” Then that laugh again, launching into the story, starting with an impression of the seal–although if it was a good impression or not, he couldn’t tell having never seen one. But he knew somehow by her laughter that it was. She was suddenly back to normal, comfortable to be herself when it was only the two of them in this little hidden cove.

No mate. She had no mate. This was good news. For him. But sad for her. That is, if she wanted one. What if she didn’t–? Wait. What did she mean by that? That nobody would choose her? Because of her fur? Because she was a runt? Maybe that made sense in a place where she would have to hide from predators, but she wouldn’t have to do that here. And even if it was necessary, he could protect her…probably. If she wanted that... Even so, she’d be okay. If he learned anything from Brightbill it was that sometimes the will to survive past nature’s plan for you makes you even more likely to outlive everyone else.

He could certainly feel nature’s plan working on him and thought with a little grin that he would gladly give up a longer life for that plan to work out….

But Farrah was speaking, talking about her family, their annual rounds from point to point in their territory, how she and her sisters used to share everything and hide and pop out to scare their mother and she would do her very best to act frightened. And the nights dancing under the green light curtains! Had he ever seen the shifting lights in the night sky? He had to admit he hadn’t. So he put his wonderings aside and laid down in the sand, crossing his paws and listened, learned, and bathed in the light of her widening trust. They had all day until the tide came back in. And Fink had no need to be anywhere but here.

He hoped in time, she would feel the same.

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PART 3

MAIN MASTERLIST

[tennessoui]

Obikin comes in so many flavours, depending on where in the timeline/canon divergence/AU/ages etc you can really play with their dynamics. And you do such an excellent job of it your ao3 is a treasure trove!

One thing I've always wondered is, how do you think different Obi-Wan's would have reacted if AotC Anakin's flirting game had been directed his way (like if he never got it out of his system with Padme), angel and all?

aw thank you for the compliments!! this is an interesting thought experiment too because i feel like anakin would not have to flirt the same way with obi-wan - i read his very awkward and ~creepy flirting in aotc as him being a bit of an awkward teenager with grandiose understandings of his feelings to Hot Senator Maid Queen, but also that he's trying to get to know her. and maybe even more importantly, he's trying to get her to know him as he is now because he wants to be known by her and accepted and loved so he's like 'i hate sand. i hate my mastermommymentor except for when i don't which is also all the time. i am very powerful in the force.'

but like obi-wan already knows all that. maybe anakin doesn't quite realize the depth of feeling and trust and pride that obi-wan holds for him, but i think there is very little about anakin's life obi-wan doesn't know. so i think anakin trying to flirt in the same way with obi-wan would sort of go like:

"Oh," Obi-Wan says, setting down his piece of toast as his datapaad flashes with an incoming notification. "The Council has sent us the information for our next assignment, padawan." Anakin looks up from the stove, spatula held loosely in his hand. The eggs he's scambling cook merrily on the pan in front of him. They're for Obi-Wan obviously. Anakin hates eggs. Obi-Wan isn't sure why or how the boy got it into his head that part of his duties as a padawan included making Obi-Wan breakfast, but he feels less inclined to complain the less watery Anakin is able to cook them. "Where?" "Hm," Obi-Wan says, blinking down at the datapaad. "Jakku." The Force twitches around them, and Anakin lets out a bitten-off noise of disgust. "I hate sa--" "Sand, yes, I remember." Obi-Wan flicks through the file. "I myself do not particularly enjoy mud between my toes, yet when we were on Meyset, did you hear me complaining?" "Yes!" Anakin says, tossing his hands in the air. "You complained the entire time we were there!" Obi-Wan hums, scratching at the edge of his beard. "Oh, right, yes," he says, flicking off the datapaad and setting it aside. "And you were quite kind to put up with that. When you're a Jedi Master in your own right, you can do the same." Anakin responds with sulking silence, and Obi-Wan glances at him to see the boy already staring back, face dark and heavily drawn. His spatula rests against the edge of the pan. "I wasn't putting up with you out of kindness," Anakin says. "I would do anything for you, Master." The moment is far too heavy for so early in the morning and there is something Obi-Wan shies away from in Anakin's eyes. Something he can't quite bring himself to confront out loud. "Like save my eggs from burning?" he says lightly, and the moment is broken in two as Anakin's head swings back around to the pan on the stove and his attention is caught by something else. Good. Obi-Wan picks up his toast again and taps along the edge of his datapaad, lost in thought. That was--a lot. Anakin was getting bolder.

[artabria]

Lately I've been reading a lot of Rookanis fanfic and I keep noticing that non-Spanish speakers have trouble with the difference between grammatical gender (the gender of the word) and natural gender (the gender of a person or an animal).

So I thought to do a short explanation about gender in Spanish for anyone wanting to use Spanish as Antivan, because the male(-o)/female(-a) change doesn't happen all the time... and also do a quick explanation on neutral gender, both because the existence of NB characters in the game and because of the Spanish translation.

ANYWAY, let's see if I can explain this, because a Spanish teacher I am not.

Adjectives? Those MUST have the same gender as the noun it goes with (same goes for singular/plural).

Nouns? You probably know that "gato" is a male cat and "gata" is a female cat, but not every word in Spanish changes depending on the subject. As a general rule, this only happens if the noun is a living thing, because a living thing has a natural gender (keyword: general. Some animals have different words depending on the gender, some are always the same gender).

HOWEVER, if it's not a living thing you don't do this change, because they just have grammatical gender. In some cases, the meaning of the word will change completely if you change the gender of that noun!

"Copa" can mean cup, but "copo" means flake!

So let's say you want to use the word "tesoro" (treasure) as a pet name. The grammatical gender of "tesoro" is male, which you can tell because it ends with -o. However, it doesn't have a natural gender, so the grammatical gender is always male.

But your Rook is not male! Shouldn't the grammatical gender change? Well, no, "tesoro" is just a noun that you're using instead of another noun ("Rook"), it's not an adjective modifying a noun.

And finally... what about words like "bonito"/"bonita" or "lindo"/"linda" (pretty)? Those are adjectives that are being used as a noun! They change because their gender is determined by a noun.

And finally: what to do if the character is NB? Easy! You use -e instead of -o or -a. For pronouns:

He = "Él"

She = "Ella"

They = "Elle"

His/Her/Their = "Su" (singular) or" "Sus" (plural). (Number is determined by the thing that's owned, not the owner).

What about -x? Don't people use -x? Some people do, but:

The Spanish translation of the game uses -e.

It most likely uses -e because that's the one that allows all the words to be pronounced in Spanish without creating new phonetic rules... which is pretty useful for people that use Text to Speech programs.

Regarding the use of neutral gender in the game: I have noticed that neutral gender is the default gender in the Spanish translation. You probably learned that male is the default gender in Spanish, so "the warriors" would be "los guerreros", but this is not true to the Spanish translation of Veilguard, where it would be "les guerreres".

The only exception to this default seems to be the darkspawn, which are always male ("los engendros tenebrosos").

[h2llish]

hihi, could you do "you're my favorite" "favorite what?" "everything" with mammon and/or satan? no pressure to do both, do whatever works for you !! 💫 cgs on 200 followers!

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✉ ─── 200 follower event ♡ mammon and satan

prompt ─── "you're my favorite." - "favorite what?" - "everything."

warnings ─ minor angst for satan (?), fluff, male reader, lowercase intended

sometimes living with seven demons can be, overwhelming. especially when those demons often fought over who's turn it was to hang out with you that day ─ as if you couldn't make that decision yourself. there's been many instances where you hid somewhere in the house and listened as they panicked because they couldn't find you. (you wondered how, since they almost flipped the whole house upside down to search for you. maybe you were just that good at hiding.)

but there is always a first for everything, and that first happened to be standing in front of you as you sat in the backseat of mammon's treasured car. you pursed your lips, playing with the corner of a page in your book as you awkwardly stared at mammon. it had been your new hiding place for a short amount of time now after beelzebub had gotten too close to finding you out in the garden in your last hiding place. ─ you're honestly surprised mammon hadn't found you until now.

you smiled as innocently as you could at the embodiment of greed as he stared at you from outside the car; "hey, mams. what's up?"

instead of an answer from him, you were interrupted by a shout, "mammon, did you find him?" you heard leviathan call from outside the room, growing near and causing yourself to quickly tuck yourself in between the seat and near the floorboards.

the book you were reading was forgotten on the seat as you held up your hands and whispered pleadingly, "mammon please, don't give my spot away. just let me hide a little longer." ─ you were hiding from all seven of them, but there was a reason you'd chosen to hide in mammon's room rather than the others. you weren't so bothered knowing he had found you, as you might've been had it been anyone else. there was probably a reason for that, but you'd rather not think too hard on it lest you find yourself too deep in your thoughts.

"mammon?" you heard leviathan say again, and you knew he was right outside the room, likely about to enter too.

mammon huffed as you stared at him expectantly, and he finally turned away, walking out of your sight from where you'd lain yourself across the car's floorboards. you could hear him groan and complain to levi about not finding you. you stayed in your spot for only a few minutes before the door to his room shut and levi's voice had grown distant. it was only when you were sure he was gone, did you crawl back onto the seats and peek out into the room. you were immediately met with the sight of mammon standing by the car with his hands on his hips and his glasses on his head.

"is this where you been hiding every time you disappear?" he asked, almost sounding offended; probably because if you had, that means he hadn't found you all those, many, many times you'd caused the group to search through the house to find you.

you climbed out of the car to stand in front of him, smiling at him almost innocently, "i've only been using your car to hide like twice, when beel almost found me in the garden." ─ revealing your previous hiding spot (that you could've very well gone back to once you were sure you could) probably wasn't the best idea if you wanted to remain hidden during your hide and seek moments. but again, it was mammon, and you just weren't so against him knowing.

mammon frowned at you, and you shrugged with your innocent grin hardly faltering.

"you're not going to tell them, right?" you asked, just to be sure.

the demon seemed to think about it, before he sighed, loud and excessive, as you'd known him to be. "fine."

you refrained from cheering too loudly in fear of alerting any of his brothers as you wrapped your arms around him and thanked him (you should've known your first man wouldn't let you down). "thanks, mams."

mammon rolled his eyes, but his shoulders were tense as he patted your back in a half-attempt to return your hug. it was only fair to talk about payment in return for keeping your hiding spot a secret, he thinks. ─ and he would've, had you not beaten him to speaking.

"you're my favorite."

well, if you're going to say that ─ he looked at you with a (faux) expression that read smug as you backed away from the hug you'd given him, "favorite what?"

you smiled at him, "everything."

he can talk payment later for keeping your secret, for now though, he thinks he'll live in this euphoria for a moment longer. because it was only him who knew, and it was him who was your favorite ─ everything.

satan has known jealousy ─ he's all too familiar with the feeling when it'd stir up wrath and lead to him locking himself in his room and snarling at the very mention of his eldest brother. (the very one he was created from.) but when you'd appeared as the new human exchange student and made yourself a spot amongst their family as someone so very dear to all of them (and not just them); well, he and jealousy had only become more acquainted.

he's not sure who to blame; himself, for forming such a feeling towards you; or you, for being the reason he'd glare at his brothers every time they stole you away and kept your attention to themselves. ─ he thinks he understands levi when the feeling of envy would leave him seething with his nails in his palms and his neck hot with a rage he was feared for.

he'd blame you, when he'd slam the book in his hand shut and march off to get away from his brothers, away from you. but there's something so frustrating at the thought of leaving you to take the blame for his own feelings. for wanting to keep your attention and extend the nights where you two would sit in his room in silence with only the occasional word to break it as you read the books, he'd suggested to you.

sometimes he worries you were only around because his brothers knew you were a gauze to his wrath, keeping it only a flicker of a flame with no wood to feed it, wrapped around a bleeding wound with a pressure to keep it from bleeding out and consuming everyone else. ─ only for that gauze to tear when he'd watch you leave lucifer's office with a smile after spending another night helping to relieve his workload of paperwork; because much like satan, you too had been a home to lucifer, where even someone as stubborn as pride itself gave in when you set your foot down and said no.

you were, both, the fire extinguisher that put out that blazing flame of wrath and the oil that fed it. and satan, wrath himself, was unsure which was worse.

"well, you found my hiding spot."

satan thinks you're a both a curse and a blessing; he thinks you can hear his thoughts when they spoke of you so loudly, you'd appear with a smile and promise to stay with him. he wonders if you know the effect you have on him, on his brothers ─ if you know what you've become to them.

perhaps it's a matter of you do and don't; because you sit in his closest, with your knees to your chest and a book open to the eighth chapter (one he knows he'd recommended to you). you smiled at him, as if you didn't care that he had interrupted the peace that you'd been in, now that you had none of the seven avatars to push and pull at you.

"what are you hiding from?" he asks, even though he knows the answer, because he understands it must be overwhelming to be the lifeline to so many demons (and many other beings) who had thought they'd never have one. to be the home to people you'd change the life of as if overnight.

you hummed, and your smile lessened as you looked back down at the page you'd been reading before he'd found you, "everyone."

and he knew that, of course he knew that, and he couldn't blame you for it. if anyone deserved a break, it was you. and if you could only get that break by tucking yourself into the corner of his closet with a booklight and the book he'd recommended to you a week ago, then he'd gladly pretend he hadn't found you, and return to sitting in silence in his room, with the knowledge that you were there with him, hiding from his brothers (and he wonders if it's from him, too).

he asks before he can realize he is speaking, "even me?"

you look at him for a moment, blinking at him slowly, as if you were surprised by his question (and he was too). but then you answer with a quiet huff and a shrug of your shoulders as if it should've been obvious, "no, of course not. never from you."

he wonders if you know what you're doing, if perhaps you're doing this on purpose ─ extinguishing his wrath to make way for something else. something foreign.

you make him a little impulsive (when he liked to pride himself in trying to remain rational), because he asks again before he can think to stop himself, "why?"

you don't take a moment to answer this time, because you're already talking before, he can finish, "because you're my favorite."

satan wonders if this is what his brothers feel ─ mammon and lucifer ─ when he felt pride form where wrath should've and his skin itch with greed to keep you here a little longer, hidden in his closest because you need a break from everyone except him.

"favorite what?" ─ he should get that under control, because his mouth is moving and he's speaking thoughts he'd often keep to himself.

but then again, he thinks it's okay; because you smile at him, gentle and blinding in a way that almost made him feel guilty for making you a home to a demon like him.

"everything."

notes ─── dk how i feel about mammon's but i'm so proud of satan's. sorry this took so long nonnie!

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai

[justforalifetime]

Prompt by @urfriendlywriter - Waking up in their chest, their arms wrapped around you protectively. You just tilt your head and admire the curve of their lips, their lashes and their soft labored breaths as they seem to hold you like you're their most beloved treasure!

Summary- the bestfriends have finally confessed their love, and are waking up in bed after spending an intimate night together.

Characters- M (fmc, reader), P (mmc, reader's childhood bestfriend)

She couldn't remember the last time she had been this comfortable in bed. The last time she had slept so well. The last time she had woken up all cozy and wrapped up in someone's arms.

Actually, that hadn't happened yet. This was a first.

She was awake now, but all this still felt like a dream. They were sharing a bed. She was in his arms. He was hers. For now and forever.

She giggled at how she was literally lying on top of him, and her head resting on his chest made her heart soar. This was everything she had ever hoped for. Everything she had ever dreamed of.

And now it was time to wake up to a new life with him.

M wiggled around, trying to turn her head to look at P without falling off of him. His arms tightened in response and she blushed. He looked so serene, so at peace....as if now that he had her, he never wanted anything else. Never wanted to do anything but hold her and keep her to himself.

On the other hand, M wanted to do a lot of things. Like tracing the curve and arch of his lips, the strong line of jaw, the sharp nose framed by full, flushed cheeks. She would have done all this and so much more, if only she could move her arms!

That's right, she was hugged so tightly to his chest that her arms were leaden and bound at her sides. She groaned softly, trying just a little hard to wriggle and free herself from his hold, when she felt his arms flex and tighten again.

"P" she breathed in sharply, "You jerk! You're awake, aren't you?"

"Mhmhmhmhm" was his reply, and M rolled her eyes at his sleepy grin.

"Uh huh, I know you're awake. Time to get out of bed."

"Nuh uh," he countered, his voice deep and scratchy from sleep. M had heard this voice all through her teenage, had practically grown up with it. And still this time her heart fluttered in delight. He really was hers, wasn't he?

"Can't you spend a few more minutes admiring my charming face?" He asked, and M rolled her eyes before headbutting him in response. She had only managed to slightly nudge his chin when he suddenly rolled over, pinning her under his form.

All breath left M's lungs as she gasped. Caged in his arms like that, there was no where else M would rather be. Putting up a fight, however, was a must.

P descended on her slowly with half lidded eyes and M ducked her head, delaying the inevitable kiss that was bound to turn into a full blown hot as hell makeout session. P crashed into the soft pillow of the hotel bed instead, and M was too busy giggling to notice his arms snake up around her.

"Where," he said slowly, his voice deeper than before, "do you think you're going, Miss?" It was too late, he had her arms pinned above her head and there was nothing, nothing in the world that'd make her fight her way out of his hold this time.

M closed her eyes and moaned softly as P lowered himself over her, blanketing her but not crushing her. "N-nowhere", M stuttered out. Apparently that was the correct answer because in a flash his soft lips were on her neck, kissing and sucking and licking as a hot trail blazed her skin from head to toe. He attacked her neck and shoulders and the hollow of her throat till she was writhing under him, every cell in her body begging for more.

She was ready to demand a proper kiss when he stopped and froze over her. For a second she worried something was wrong, before she recognised the look on his face.

It was the same one she had worn minutes ago, when she had woken up.

It was the look of realization that she was his. Finally, finally they were together. She was his to love, his to adore, his to cherish.

He had been lost for so long, searching for the treasure that had been right beside him all along. Now he had the treasure, his treasure, right here in his arms, and she knew he'd spend his eternity at her altar, protecting her from the world, forever.

M took a chance, deciding to end the moment before either of them got swept in a wave of emotions. "Done admiring my charming face, Mister?" She teased him, still basking in the glow of his adoration. "Because in that case, there's something waiting for us."

P grinned and shook his head before letting her go. "Yeah, your first love? Food?" he rolled his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her nose. "Okay, let's go before the breakfast buffet runs out!"

[thedemonsnightmare]

How they react if you show them something you did/made that is actually not good at all (and what they mean)

Demon brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon

Lucifer-

Tells you how great you did (he actually means it for him whatever you do is a masterpiece)

Mammon-

Tells you how much he hates it and if you wanted to give it to him and take it away he tells you to fuck off it’s his now (he loves it but won’t admit it)

Leviathan-

Smiles at you and tells you how much he likes it (he doesn’t really but he knows he wouldn’t have done any better and thinks yours is better than anything he‘d ever manage to do)

Satan-

Tells you exactly what about it that is not good but also what is good so that you get better the next time (he still likes it but tries giving you constructive criticism)

Asmodeus-

If it’s nothing about beauty or things he likes he tells you he has no idea about the field but likes it if it’s about beauty or the things he likes he tells you what to do better next time but that it is still good (honestly doesn’t really know what he thinks he likes it and hates it at the same time but tends to the liking cause it’s you)

Beelzebub-

Shrugs it off and says he has no idea himself you should ask his brothers but if you make food he’ll try it and eat it all (if it’s not about food he is rather neutral and if it is food he loves it)

Belgephor-

Honestly he overslept it but said sorry thousand times afterwards and begs for forgiveness (he likes it anyways)

Diavolo-

Smiles at you tells you how great it is he only talks about the good things not even mentioning the bad things because he doesn’t even notice the bad things (he is excited you show it to him and even asks if he can have it, he will treasure it forever if you give it to him)

Barbatos-

Looks at you thoughtful and points out all the bad things saying that he still likes it afterwards (he does like it to some degree but hopes to help you do something better the next time)

Solomon-

Tells you nicely how bad it is in a way it won’t come of rude but then gives you a hug telling you he doesn’t care anyways because he only cares about you (he hates it but would treasure it if you ever gave it to him it is from you after all)

Simeon-

Gives you a whole analysis telling you what is good, what is bad, what feelings it seems to make the viewer/listener/taster etc. feel and so on he really tells you everything he can (he tries to help you finding out what is good, what is bad, what to change and what to keep he likes it)