#coming from an older sibling i can't tell you how many times the kid has done that

[nolanhattrick]

do you think brady tkachuk has ever sat down on the bench during a tkachukbowl and just sighed and said "god he's so fucking annoying" about his brother

[marymary-diva17]

Starting a new

bridgerton family x reader

Life among the ton in London was nit very easy for a young women, as she was making her way thought life. Having a supportive and loving family, had helped make life easier among all the gossip and scandals going around. The Bridgerton family was always there for each other, during all the gossip and scandals. That what you had expected will stay the same forever, having your family by your side.

Y/n " ......" you had gone out of a walk with your maid it a beautiful day, but there was something that gained your attention. There were many members of the ton looking at you and speaking among themselves, this was not unusual to you but it felt a bit more off today.

y/n " good morning lady Weston how are you and your family doing" you had greated one of ladies as she was walking pass, but she looked at you said nothing and soon walked off.

y/n " something is wrong maybe we should be get home" you had looked at your maid and she nodded her head, as the two of you soon headed back to Bridgerton house. You are one of many ladies that had been present to the queen, so you had thought it was about that as you haven't gotten any proposal.

man " shameful for the Bridgerton household" that when it hit you something had happened, you need to get home right away and speak with your family. After some time you soon arrived at home and got inside quickly.

Gregory " sister you are home"

y/n " hello Gregory is everything okay when I left you were in front of house, playing outside with hyacinth along with some other kids"

Hyacinth " we had been until they were called home by their mother or governess, then Anthony had called us home ... we also have some good news as well"

y/n " wow I need to have some words with our dear older brother and mother, I think ...."

Voilet " y/n my dearest there you are I need you to come with me right away"

y/n " yes mother but there seems to be some tension among the ton"

Hyacinth " what tension what has happened now"

Voilet " upstairs that both of you into your room right now I will have the maids, attend to you needs come now y/n" you soon nodded your head and followed your mother into the drawing room.

y/n " Daphne and Simon when did you two get here Gregory and hyacinth didn't tell me"

Daphne " yes sister we had come home for a important family meeting"

y/n " okay but I think I need to bring something to everyone attention, something had happened the ton seem to be gossiping once again"

Antony " oh yes we know dear sister we have heard all the gossip going around, as someone had told us in person"

y/n " what has happened"

Antony " you have brought scandal and shame to the family y/n"

y/n " what brother you most be jesting I have not brought any shame upon our family"

Benedict " are you sure because coming for what we have learned in gossip and reports, you have threatened the family moral values and reputation"

y/n " I will like to know what I'm being accused for my dear brothers"

Colin " you have been reporting been seen flirty with young man of the ton out in the open, with no one watching over and then we are told you took a walk a while along with Mr Tristan along with having tea with him as well"

y/n " well the first one is not the truth I was talking with them, and my maid was not that far away from my view ... and yes I have been meeting with the Viscount as he gained my attention I gained his as well, is that wrong for me to meet with him"

Antony " yes when it bring shame upon on family after all that has happened, can't you not be selfish"

Kate " Antony"

Y/n " this is wrong for me to fall in love"

Antony " yes when it effects us all didn't you think how this will reflect on us all in this room, and our younger siblings .. think about your nephews"

Eloise " well I think there nothing wrong with the match they look like a perfect match"

Antony " that up for you to decide sister of mine I up for myself, Kate, and our mother"

Y/n " Tristan is a good man and I care for me and he does the same for me"

Benedict " sister you are being naive havent you heard the stories about him"

y/n " there have been stoires about all of us in this room brother dearest"

Colin " our relationship haven't caused this much damage, because not that you are only effecting our family name but also Simon and Daphne"

y/n " sister is what Colin speak true"

Daphne " yes rumors have reached our area and the ton there, don't hold back I fear it will effect I and Simon family and household"

Simon " think well about your decisions y/n we all know you are smart young lady"

y/n " mother Kate what do you have to say"

Voilet " we need to think about your sisters and bother future y/n, this scandal along with everything else I have heard about will ruin us"

y/n " what else have your heard"

Colin " you meeting up in this places with these high rank women, who have no husband and speaking about society"

y/n " we are talking that all like all ladies do we talk and brainstorm, what wrong with that"

Eloise " all but aside sister I and pen love what you are doing"

y/n " thank you sister"

Kate " I think it good but we need to put the family first"

Benedict " I was at the club today when I was told this story about leading Earl smith son James on making promised to marry him, and there was you running the chances of other young ladies finding matches"

y/n " they are lies and misunderstandings you all have to understand"

Antony " that only thing we understand is that your have brought to much scandal and ruin to us, that we need to do what best for the family"

y/n " what"

Antony " We are sending you to live countryside the staff there will take care of you you will go there and Francesca will come home ... with your gone for while everything will die down and once that happens you can come home, then be present once again as honorable lady of ton and our family"

y/n " no mom"

Voilet " I'm sorry but it for the best my daughter think about your sisters and brothers"

y/n " I'm always thinking about them mom day and night"

Antony " not when you were seen around breaking all the rules and seen with Tristan, you will leave tomorrow but from here lady danbury has offered you and room to stay"

y/n " I'm being exiled from my own family and home"

Antony " you have done this your self once I have deemed it fair and good time, if the scandal has died down you can come home ... that might be a long time for all the trouble you have done, once you have come home we will see where we can go from there”

Voilet “ all your needs will be meant my dearest when you are there”you look at your siblings for help only Eloise seem to want to save you.

Eloise “ this very harsh Antony she our sister”

Antony “ it needs to be done for the benefit of the family and ton as well”

y/n “ Daphne,Simon, Kate” all there were quite as you came to terms with everything.

y/n “ I will go pack my stuff”

Antony “ it has already been taken care of once it over, you will leave to lady Danbury home”

y/n “ yes viscount bridgerton”

violet “ everything will be fine my dearest mayeh when you are away we can find you a good match”

Colin “ we will be lucky if that happens”

Antony “ enough no more talking about this is over with, I’m made my decision” the meeting was over you had went to your room to see, your stuff getting packed away. Once it was done you saw your stuff getting loaded onto carriages. There were short goodbye as you left at night heading to Danbury household.

lady Danbury “ my dear welcome I’m sorry for what has happened”

y/n “ thank you for hosing me this evening I know this will be bad for you, lady Danbury”

lady Danbury “ my dear I’m mad but at you or Tristian at everyone else, even your own family as well everyone acting all high and might”

y/n “ it seems like that”

lady Danbury “ come inside and have some supper with me, and we will be having anothe guests”you had nodded your head and soon went into the Danbury home. Dinner and had been served and the two ate.

footman " my lady your other guest has arrived"

lady Danbury " good let him in"

footman " you can come inside mister" soon Tristian had stepped into the room.

y/n " Tristan"

Tristan " y/n I'm so sorry about what has happened to you and your family"

y/n " thank you and I'm sorry for you family as well"

Lady Danbury " have some dinner with us young man"

Tristan " thank you" the tiro soon ate dinner and enjoyed a good conversation.

Lady Danbury "I have heard from your uncle Mr Tristan"

y/n " your uncle the one who lives in Scotland"

Tristan " yes he has heard of what has happened I'm kicked out from home as well, he had asked me to come take over his household and learn from him .. he mad at my father and family right now"

y/n " that sound wonderful for you"

Tristan " thank you and I was wondering if you will come he did, say it will be good for me to bring the young women who has been mentioned in stupid scandal"

y/n " Scotland I have been sent countryside"

lady Danbury " go my dear live a wonderful life being away from home and the ton"

y/n " I will love that but how we will travel as unmarried couple"

lady Danbury " then get married in private ceremony here and another on in Scotland, it will be good I will be one of witnesses with many others your uncle will help as well"

Tristan " so y/n bridgeton will you do me the honors and become my wife, I was going to ask you in later time but now seems better a new start for us both"

lady Danbury " if doesn't work out no outside of this house and Tristan uncle will know"

y/n " then yes" a small ceremony had been held as lady Danbury and some her staff, along with Tristan as well who were witness and guests.

lady Danbury " enjoy this new start in life as it will help you both grown, and become the people you wish"

y/n " thank you lady Danbury for this well please take care"

lady Danbury " I will young lady and you both take care as well, I will take care of your families from here"

Tristan " we will come on my dear wife the travel will be long, but it will be good"

y/n " coming my dear husband" The pair soon left as sun was starting to come up, and it was good time to get going so no will see the pair. They rode in the carriage pass all the house of the ton, knowing it will be a long time until they were called back home or shall ever return home. It was time for a new start for you as there will always be love for you family. now it was start of journey for you. As you are hoping your father is watching out for you, as your left the place you once grew up and called home.

[shelbgrey]

Not many people write for Twilight anymore! I'd love to see the Cullens(separate) with a mate that has a young child in her care. Could be her own or she adopted the child when her parents(family friends of hers with no other family) passed away. Thinking she'd be about 18 and the kid is 2 yrs old. Please and thank you!!!

Cats in the cradle(Cullen family)

Paring: mother!Reader X OC!Child, Mate!Reader X Cullens(separate)

Carlisle cullen:

You had a son named Jason from a previous relationship. His father is a good dad but the relationship between you and him didn't end well.

Carlisle first interaction with Jason was when he broke his arm on the playground and had to get a cast.

When you and carlisle do start your relationship carlisle works hard to be a good father figure and you can tell he genuinely cares for him.

Like I said before his real dad is a good dad but he's not around much which causes Jason to he closer to carlisle is some ways.

If your son is in Marching band or sports, what ever the case is carlisle will go see your son do what he dose best.

Carlisle would do anything for your kid. He wants to play baseball he'll teach him, he wants to watch a movie carlisle would build a theater room for him. Carlisle spoils him.

Carlisle protects him and you both from the supernatural world as long as he can.

Carlisle asked Jason what he thought about marrying you and Jaosn was over the moon excited. He got to be carlisle best man and everything.

Jason will call him pops or old-man.

As he gets older he'll start wanting to be around Carlisle more and even wants to go to medical school like him.

Emmett cullen:

Your the oldest Clearwater sibling and you have a five year old sister named Lily who turned five when your dad died.

She's been around Emmett since she was two and she's always loved him. At first Emmett would be scared to be around her or hurt her.

It didn't matter to her cus' she'd always follow him around when she was with you guys.

She'll always want to play games with him and help work on cars with him.

She thinks he's a giant and thinks of him as a big brother.

When Harry died all she wanted to do was be around you guys. At the funeral Emmett held her as she cried.

Emmett always knows how to make her laugh. You can't take those two anywhere 😂

Those two have millions of inside jokes

Edward cullen:

You Became a teen mom unexpectedly and the father of your daughter Phenox couldn't care less.

You we're embarrassed to tell your new boyfriend Edward about the situation, not about your daughter(you loved everything about her) but mostly the stuff leading up to your bundle of joy.

Edward didn't care and wanted to be a the father to her like Carlisle had done for him.

Sometimes he'll do the wrong thing with good ententions. Like if your daughter wants to watch a horror movie he'll let her so she's happy. The down fall is her nightmares. He'll balme himself for a couple of days and keep apologizing to you both.

She loves to when he reads to her. His voice is calming in her opinion.

He's very over protective.

Her mind makes him laugh. It's always thinking of something joyful or silly.

At some point she calls him dad and he's over the moon about it. The family has never seen him so happy.

Jasper Hale:

About two years into your relationship your aunt and uncle died unexpectedly. They left behind your three year old cousin Lucas, and thats where you and Jasper come in.

When you got the call about becoming his legal guardian you didn't hesitate. Jasper was a little nervous about, but he wasn't gonna say no.

When you first brought him home Jasper had no idea what to do, he's never been around a kid that age before. Maybe Renesmee but she was only three for about four days and he was gone all that time.

Lucas settled in with the family quickly and over time Jasper and him grew super close.

Lucas loves history so he's always wanting war stories from Jasper.

Jasper would do anything for the kid and thinks he's the only pure thing in his life.

He strives to be a better person because of Lucas.

And Jasper thinks lucas is his kid no matter if they Share the Same blood or not.

Esme Cullen:

Esme is a mother at heart so she immediately took your two year old son under her wing.

She loves Danny with all her heart and felt she finally had a family.

Danny loves helping her with anything and everything. He just wants to be around her.

Sometimes you joke Danny loves her more than you.

Danny calls her mommy and you mama.

He feels so lucky to have two amazing moms like you two.

Rosalie Hale:

You Became the Gardian of your little brother Tom after your parents lost him through CPS. Knowing how awful your parents are you immediately brought him home with you to the Cullen.

Carlisle said he could move in mean he'd be around Rose more often. Rose always wanted to be a mom so she immediately took the roll as the amazing step-mom

She always wants to babysit and take care of him. She'll get him anything that his heart wants.

She'll read to him every night and if he wants to sleep your guys bed he will.

Tom loves her and thinks of her as a amazing step mom but still sees you as his sister. When he got older you explained everything to him. After that he didn't care and still saw you guys as his care givers and loving parents.

Alice Cullen:

Can't say much about this one. You have a Son named Owen and it was totally unexpected when Alice started dating you.

She's not awful to him at all it's just she doesn't know how to interact with him.

They have small talk if it's just the two of them but other than that is not fun to be together with out you.

Over time the two got used to each other but at the same time the two bickered.

Alice truly dose love him like her own son but doesn't know how to show it. She's protective and over time it annoys Owen.

You and Alice have had fights about owen but it's never serious. Owen and Alice relized they had to learn to live together if they want to be with you so they did.

Other than that Alice and owen are cool with each other, they're just not as close as you wished they were.

[cheezeybread]

I feel no matter the character development, Kalim is still gonna struggle with doing what needs to be done to protect his family from everybody who wants him dead. I headcanon that his obliviousness is his coping mechanism for all of this and that he is in fact just as observant as Jamil, but that won't really be enough for this sunshine to face the evils of the Scalding Sands. So could I request Kalim with a lover who is just an absolute badass. As in before coming to twst they were the child of a diplomat/politician, so they're already very aware of how messy things can get and have no qualms about hurting the people who hurt them first. With Kalim and other loved ones they'll be cheerful and playful, but with enemies they go full maverick.

Specifically I'd like a oneshot of Kalim taking his lover to visit his family and papa Asim is asking them what they could provide for the family (since unfortunately they can't just let anyone marry into the Asims cause they're so rich and so powerful). All the s/o asks for is one month. They spend their vacation chilling with Kalim, bonding with his siblings, and chatting up fellow nobles.

Cut to one month later and the reader dumps this mile long report of every single person that wants them dead, all the evidence compiled against them, and plans for how they could be "handled" lethally or non-lethally. What was that they did in that one month? Create the Asim equivalent of the FBI and get dirt on just about everybody. They grew up in a modern day equivalent of the Imperial Chinese Court (meaning plots, scandals, endless assassinations, and just sooooo much drama), the Scalding Sands is like child's play for them.

I'm all for Kalim being more self-aware than people give him credit for! I mean, come on, he may be a silly little guy, but I believe 100% that he's choosing to be that way on purpose as a coping mechanism! I do the same thing, honestly.

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The head of the Asim household could be very imposing whenever he wished to be.

It threw you off guard, at first.

Kalim had been telling you about how great his father and mother was ever since he first proposed the idea of you coming with him over the break, saying how fun it would be, and how much his parents were looking forward to meeting you. He had hyped up the trip so much, emphasizing how nice and kind his family was. As soon as you walked through the door, you saw firsthand how right he was.

His mother embraced you with open arms, quite literally, wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug that would make Floyd jealous. His father slapped you on the back with the same bright, sunny smile that Kalim had- the same smile that first made you fall in love with his son. And the kids, by the Seven, the kids! The older ones were friendly and kind, but stepped away after initial greetings. But the younger ones were hyper and jumpy, all hopping in your arms and fighting for your attention. Even the youngest of them all, a small toddler who could just barely walk, managed to waddle up to you and tug on your pants until you picked him up.

Kalim was very pleased by all this, to say the least.

But then Kalim's father asked to speak to you in private, assuring your boyfriend that it was only to get more acquainted with you. So you had no unease about following the large man into a well-decorated room. As soon as the door was closed, the bright smile adorning his face vanished, replaced instead by the hardened, weathered look of a man who has seen horrors beyond comprehension. Or, at least, that's the vibe he gave off.

"I'm going to give it to you straight, Y/N," He said softly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you with a calculating stare "In this family, there are...a great many dangers. I can't count the times my life has been in danger, and anybody who enters our family needs to be able to not only protect themselves and their spouse, but any potential children. I've had to kill men with my bare hands in these very halls...men who wanted to hurt my wife, my children."

He put a calloused hand on your shoulder, and you felt your stomach drop with a sudden well of nerves "I need my son to be protected, and I know that he can protect you, but I need to know that you have a...special skill set, let's say, to keep him alive and well."

At the end of the month, he said after a long spiel of the family's history, he expected to be shown what you could provide to the family and their wellbeing. If you did so, he promised, he would accept yours and Kalim's relationship with not only his blessing, but with the pride and acceptance of the entire family. Although, of course, you shouldn't speak of this conversation with Kalim, lest he attempt to help you in this endeavor.

After speaking with you, the bright and cheery look returned, and the two of you walked out of the room.

After the two weeks of break were over, you and Kalim (unfortunately) had to go back to the NRC campus, but you continued on in your personal endeavor. Two weeks after that, you nagged Crowley to give you permission to go back to the Land of Scalding Sands.

You stepped through the mirror with a sense of purpose, a thick folder stuffed with paper held protectively under your arm. To the house of Asim you went, requesting an audience with the head of the house to the guards standing outside. It took a while for one of the guards to go inside and fetch Mister Asim, all while the remaining guard kept his gaze fixated on you. Like you were here to hurt the family or something.

"Ah, so you've returned!" Greeted Kalim's father, ushering you to join him on the other side of the gates. At his approval, the guard opened the entrance, and you stepped inside gratefully.

"So," he began, placing a hand on your back as he began a slow walk around the estate, you assumed for privacy reasons "Tell me what you've brought."

"Let me first begin, sir, by telling you something that Kalim apparently forgot to mention that my family understands the plights that your faces. My father was a politician in his prime, and although he is retired at this point, his opinion still holds a great influence on those in higher positions of authority," You flicked a finger over the folder under your arm "As such, those who'd like to be rid of his influence, or simply disagree with the values he upheld while in office and the policies he enacted have had a great effect on the lives of me and my family. Homicide attempts were not uncommon growing up, although we didn't have the pleasure of being able to afford such high security," you chuckled, sticking a thumb back towards where the guards at the entrance were. You glanced over at Kalim's father, hoping to gauge some level of his emotions. But his face was unreadable.

"As such, I've gained some valuable skills to keep myself alive, and ones that may come in handy for yourself, as well, sir," You held up the folder, allowing him to take it.

As he flicked through the pages in the folder, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened slightly "What..is this?" he asked, although he feared that he already knew.

"I was in this land for two weeks, sir," You said, your voice gaining more confidence by the minute "During that time, I went out to eavesdrop and peruse through the marketplace. You know how much gossip is spread there-? Anyway, I learned of some names of those tossed around, claiming threats that didn't sound like they should be taken idly. Those who had plans set and in effect to take the lives of the Asim family."

"But these aren't just their names-" He started.

"I had two more weeks, if you recall," you interrupted, giving him a satisfied smile "Two weeks to find suitable...eh, let's say... punishments, for those listed. Ways to easily dispose of them without causing panic to the public nor cause any undue distress on their own families. As well as methods of getting them to talk and divulge information on any more conspiracies against you."

The head of the Asim household took a few more minutes to look through the papers before he began laughing, a deep, hearty sound. He looked up at you with a genuine smile, nodding his head gratefully.

"Welcome to the family, Y/N."

[livelaughlovesubs]

Rara’s unholy board story

(But I don’t have his artefact so only the first half-)

Anyway, I made this into a fic and connected some sentences. But I changed some wordings too, cuz they just made no sense or were difficult to read. Hopefully you don’t mind. Also, it could be that I made mistakes cuz it’s so long

Dom!reader x sub!raphael (that’s the direction the story took)

!Warning!: CNC (rape play), Bondage, chocking, SM play, marking, biting, punching, spitting, exhibition kink (he is being displayed in a club) and tell me if I forgot somehting

Word count: 8.5k (can’t believe I actually read through all that, multiple times ;-;)

“Phew...”Minhyeok's sighed, the warm breath formed something white and disappeared into the sky. Although Minhyeok didn't know, there were many eyes watching him nearby. One of the passengers whispered to their friend, “So handsome, is he alone?” “There's no way a handsome guy like that would be alone on Christmas.”A young woman's excited voice scattered throughout the cold, clear air.

“Uncle Minhyeok!!”Between voices of the conversing pair, a particularly loud and lovely voice reached him. The owner of the voice energetically made his way to Minhyeok, a black haired child ran into his arms.

Soon, another familiar voice reached his ears. “I made you wait.” Minhyeok smiled gently: “It's alright.” A man who looked like the child's father spoke to Minhyeok. The father and son also breathed out white air as they stood leisurely next to him. “Brother! You're here! What about your wife?” Minkyeok asked while patting his nephews head. His older brother responded, “Your sister-in-law is preparing Christmas presents at home. She told me to leave quickly before I get in her way.”

Now, it was the man whom Minhyeok called 'brother' who patted the head of the boy who was still hanging on to Minhyeok. That’s right, your best friend also had a married older brother who lived far apart from his parents who lived overseas. Minhyeok's brother was always concerned about leaving his studying little sibling at home alone, and brought his own family and Minhyeok to his wife's family this Christmas. Since Minhyeok knew that his brother was kind, accepted it gratefully. The three had come to a large, nearby park to see a 5-meter tall Christmas tree. It was completely dark and the lights on the trees seemed to shine unusually brightly.

“Is y/n alright?” The slightly taller male asked, turning to look at Minhyeok without even looking at the tree. “Yeah.”Minhyeok answered shortly. “I haven't seen them for a while now. Where did they go on a day like this? That y/n, without saying anything to me.” His tone was more that of a worried parent than disappointmentYou had also hung out with Minhyeok's brother like a childhood friend when they were young, so Minhyeok's brother thought of you as part of his family.

The little brother said, “She has a job to do. Still. She'll be sure to be back soon.”For some reason, Minhyeok couldn't meet his brother's eyes and lowered his own, then took his 5-year-old nephew who was under his legs into his arms as if to hide it. When his nephew's small palms hung around Minhyeok's neck, the child's characteristic warmth moved onto him. “Is she studying abroad or something..?”Minhyeok didn't answer and instead turned to look at the tree, until the little kid in his arms questioned him again, “Uncle Minhyeok, what did you ask for from Santa??”His nephew asked with expectation eyes, his uncle looked right back into the eyes of his adorable nephew, and stroked his flowing cheek with his index finger. “Although I probably can't get anything from Santa now... If I can, l'd like to ask him for the peace of someone precious to me.””Peace? What is peace? Does it mean you get stronger? How can you be at peace?”Those innocent eyes further questioned the male.

Minhyeok smiled gently, “This is peace. Where no one around you becomes hurt or dies, where everyone understands each other, and people can do what they want.” After finishing his explanation, his eyes turned to the star at the top of the tree. The stars were shining under a separate set of lights from the tree itself. “I want her to live like that where she is right now.”Minhyeok's voice seemed wistful. His brother stared wordlessly at him, but his nephew loosened his flowing cheeks into a huge smile. “Let's ask Santa! I hope your wish comes true!” The innocent smile made Minhyeok's eyes into a brighten. “Yeah. I hope it does.”Said Minhyeok, patting his nephew on his head. The star on top of the tree in front of him continues shining brightly.

Abyssos was flourishingly packed on this day of Christmas as well. In Abyssos, a country of gourmet food and a nation of revelers, it was natural to want to do anything that involves drinking and talking. The streets were alive with dancers in samba-like costumes even in the cold, and the smell of delicious food wafted through the air. Loud music was playing and the sounds of drinking and enjoyment echoed here and there.

‘Samba has nothing to do with Christmas though…’ was what passed your mind. It wasn't like Christmas, but it was befitting of Abyssos. In that place of such atmosphere, you felt dumbfounded but relieved at the same time. You came here under the invitation of devils from Abyssos and upon hearing that the Christmas parties in Abyssos were held splendidly, you just had to come.

“You just thought that the atmosphere in the streets have nothing to do with Christmas, right?”Said Naberius, bringing a roast turkey on a skewer he'd bought from a stall to your mouth. He was by no means offended by what you said, since he simply said it because he read your thoughts, but you felt somehow guilty and denied it hard. “No, I wasn't, nope.” But you accepted the skewer, realizing in hindsight that Naberius didn't mean it as a finger wag, but as a sincere meaning of telling you to "eat". Then, Naberius also nibbled on the turkey. “Ooh, this turkey surely feels like Christmas. It's delicious!” You said, after trying it. “I had this prepared as soon as I knew you were coming. I found out that humans eat things like chicken or turkey on Christmas.”Naberius offered the skewered turkey to your mouth again. You lifted it to your mouth and glanced at Naberius, wiping some of the sauce from the corner of your mouth. It was a little embarrassed in retrospect, because it didn't seem at all lover-like... But more like he was treating you like a child.

“Hey! Don't take my juice!!” “Huh? Did this belong to Stolas? I thought it was mine because it was in front oh me.” “I was holding on to it, how is it yours?!”On the other side next to you, Amon and Stolas were fighting over juice made from a bowl of fruit from the stall. Sandwiched between Naberius, Stolas, and Amon, you walked through the streets of Abyssos, barely making any progress as they kept stopping at every stall.

Eventually, you got curious about the well-being of the acting king, “How's Bael?”You felt rather melancholy at the shadow who alone wasn't here, although you wanted to meet everyone you wanted since you were here. “Working. As always. It's sad, although it's Christmas.” Amon responded, a hint of pity flashed across his features. “You have jobs to do too. I'm the only one who was ordered to guide.” Naberious said. Amon only answered out of pity for Bael, but Naberius looked dumbfounded.

“So what? It's been a while since I last went out for Christmas too.”Stolas dug into the meat happily. “Stolas, do you normally not celebrate Christmas?”When you asked dubiously to Stolas, he shook his head. “Hmm. Everyone is simply happy by the fact that it's Christmas for some reason. That annoys me and makes me want to kill them, so I don't go outside.” The black haired male took another bite from his skewer. “Stolas normally shuts himself in a dark room at this time. He's quite mature, unlike his looks.”

Amon said with a smile while recalling Stolas in his normal years, but it seemed to have triggered Stolas' inferiority complex as he yelled back. “What?! I'm an adult! Are you complaining about my looks too?! Shall I kill you then?!”

‘Dissatisfied at people who enjoy Christmas... I think I understand him a little.’ You didn't hate them to the point you wanted to kill them, but you could sympathize with Stolas to some extent. “I also don’t have many memories about Christmas. Y/n, make good memories with me today!” The devil with the unicorn horn nudged your shoulder. Just as you were about to feel compassion for Amon's lack of memories, Naberius slapped the back of Amon's head with a loud thud. “That's because you always hide and sleep, regardless of whether it's Christmas or not! Christmas is noisy like this every year so we have to go and patrol the place!”Even when Naberius blamed Amon, Amon didn't even make eye contact with him, and just took your hand and put it next to his cheek.

“Ha ha... Oh, anyway. You celebrate Christmas in Hell too.”You felt a little embarrassed at Amon's action and spoke up as if to hide it. Naberius walked next to you and looked around. “We're not exactly celebrating anything. We just need a reason to chat. Before the war broke out, everyone was celebrating every day, even the birthdays of people they didn't even know. I honestly think it's good that things are a little more subdued now.”Said Naberius, but he was actually hiding a degree of loneliness.

You hastily changed the subject again at his expression, “Is there no such thing as Santa?” Then, something warm climbed on your shoulder before waiting for Naberius to reply.

“Satan’s here.”Before you could react to the familiar voice, Naberius reacted first. “Your Majesty...!”It was Beelzebub, the king of Abyssos who stood behind the four of you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “You're back?!” “It's his Majesty...! It's his real Majesty...!!”The devils spoke without hiding their joy. When Beelzebub was in front of them, they looked like young men and not soldiers.

“I heard y/n was coming. But humans need Santa on Christmas!”Beelzebub winked, with a white bag over his shoulder. “So, here. Take this. A present for our y/n. I thought you would need it. This is for Naberius. I have something for you too.”the tanned man took presents out of his white bag like a real Santa and passed things around. “Thank you!!”Naberius thanked him, then opened the adorably wrapped small box he was given, he found a doll of a dog with glasses. The doll had a horizontal crack in the center, and you could open it up like a box, which you could open again to reveal a smaller doll of a dog, and you could open it up to reveal an even smaller doll of a dog...

‘A dog Matryoshka?’ You thought to yourself, you had seen similar ones in souvenir shops on Earth. Beelzebub grinned brightly, “I found it while wandering around other countries. It seemed to resemble you.”Afterwards he gave Amon an unicorn keyring, a pendant to Stolas, a T-shirt of the country flag for Bael...

“They all suit them.”Beelzebub smiled like an innocent boy. “Your Majesty! I am elated!! Thank you!!” Naberius stared at the small doll. Stolas hold the pendant in his hand and eyed it up and down, “Ooooh, it's nice. I'll decorate my room with this!”The subjects who received presents were most honored and happy. If they had tails, they would be wagging them like crazy. “I will treasure it until my next life...!” Amon whispered, which you thought was a little over the top.

“Ha ha ha, sure. Y/n, open yours too.” Beelzbub seemed eager to see your reaction and handed the bag to you. “Okay!” You were quite exited too, wondering if your present was a souvenir from another country too. When you opened the wrappings and put your hand inside the envelope, it seemed like there were more than one thing inside. Suspicious, you reached inside and find a devil's red horned headband in your hand. Other than that, there were red wings of a devil, a red leash with collar, a red ball gag, and a devil's tail.

“…What's this?” You hesitated, holding the items carefully. Beelzebub smiled in satisfaction as you grabbed the devil's tail, which had breads at the end to insert into your bottom, and uttered in disbelief. “I thought it would suit you perfectly! You can role-playing a devil with this, or just use and enjoy it comfortably as you want. He winked at you as he spoke, as if he had just purchased a very convenient piece of furniture. ‘It’s certainly something you can only see in hell, getting adult toys for Christmas…’ It was different from the souvenir you imagined, but since beel looked so proud of himself, you decided to protect his ego.

“Yeah, thanks for the thoughts, i’ll…use it well.” You thanked Beelzebub with a small smile, then put his presents back inside the bag and put it between your armpits. “Is this a Christmas miracle that I met his Majesty?!” Said Amon in delight, holding the unicorn keyring to his eyes. “Christmas miracle?” Thanks to Amon, you were able to change the topic at hand. When you returned his unfamiliar words with a question mark, Naberius answered. “Ever since long ago, mysterious things happened to this world on Christmas. So it's natural for strange things to happen on Christmas to us.” He said, hugging the doll-dog he preciously got and nudging his glasses back up.

Beelzebub stroked the back of your head and continued. “According to the rumors, they're phenomenon from a human wish being fulfilled or the work of God... But I also think there's no need to think about things you don't know too.”The tanned man spoke lightly, but his words always seemed to be half joking half truth. ‘I don't think anything can surprise me in Hell now...’ after the extraordinary presents you got, this didn’t seem that strange anymore. You were already aware of the fantasy like connection between Hell and earth, so you were ready to accept anything.

“Y/n, go on a date with me on Christmas too.”Said Beelzebub, bringing his face closer to yours. Your heart instantly sped up at the sudden closeness, maybe because of that handsome face, or because you were feelingly slightly uncomfortable. “Wait for me, I'm going to give presents to the others as well...”Said Beelzebub, before he suddenly stopped talking. Then, he turned immediately and looked up at the sky. “Beelzebub? What's going on?”As you turned with him, wondering what was going on, the sky lit up and some of the clouds that had been spread out opened up. Then a flash of light connected heaven and earth, like a path of light in the air.

BAM!!!

Immediately after you perceived it, a deafening explosion erupted at the end of your sight and pummeled your ears. Devils screamed near the place the sound seemed to originate from. It shook the ground, even though it had happened earlier, and wind rustled with the impact.

“What's that.?!”While you widened your eyes and froze with surprise, the two devils moved on right away. “Shall we go?” The king asked his subordinates. “Yes!”Responded the man with glasses. “We'll go first. Your Majesty, please take care of y/n.”At Beelzebub's single sentence, the devils instantly disappeared in the direction of the sound in unison.

You and beelzbub arrived a little later, since he walked with you out of consideration. There it was, the source of the loud sound, you couldn’t make out the figure because it was dusty. The ground on which he had fallen had caved in with many cracks. A shattered stall was covered in rubble nearby, and a devil stood with several meat skewers in his hands.

“Ahh..! Your Majesty! You're here!”The panicked devil in an apron turned pale and ran to Beelzebub. “That guy just fell out of the sky and...! He's been eating my meat and destroying the stalls! He did the same to other stalls, so the neighborhood was pretty much decimated...!”The owner of the stall gestured and pointed to the figure in question that had fallen from the sky. “I see, alright. It's dangerous so you should stay away.”Beelzebub said to the owner and moved closer to the scene.

It was the middle of a street lined with food stalls, and the figure was eating whatever meat he could get his hands on. The devils who were nearby were being protected behind Naberius who had arrived earlier. Naberius bared his teeth and raised his eyebrows to threaten the mysterious figure, while Amon and Stolas stood stern and ready to strike.

“My, this is surprising.” Said Beelzebub, although he wasn't too surprised. ‘Huh? Could that be...!’ You had seen the man in the center of everyone's attention. A blond man with an eye patch and band aids covering the cuts on his face was in the center of the attention. You wanted to ask beelzbub who that was, then your questions got answered by the surrounding Devils.

“I-it's Raphael...!” “Raphael!? Are you talking about Raphael, agent of heavenly punishment!?” “I heard that he annihilated hundreds of devils in armies alone, saying that it's divine punishment...!” “Not only devils...! I heard that he even beheads colleagues if he doesn't like them..!” “He's the Red Angel because he's always soaked in blood!?” “Eek, is that really the angel of carnage? We'll be killed...!!”

The nearby devils stirred with rumors about Raphael and clamored. Standing alone in the center of Abyssos, unperturbed by the chaos around him, the man slowly glared in your direction and bit into the meat skewer in his hand.

“You scum, why are you here? Do you want to die at our hands?”Naberius bared his teeth and snarled with wariness and hatred. Despite his threats, Raphael didn't flinch in the slightest, nonchalantly fiddling with one of his finished skewers. “What for...? Weren't you guys the ones who called me?” Said Raphael, and wiped the gravy from his mouth with the top of his hand. And then, he pointed at each of the destroyed stalls. “It was pretty good, but there were small amounts. That stall is slow in giving me the meat, too clumsy. And that stall over there doesn't have the sauce I want.” Raphael said slowly, folding the skewers in half. “Can you give me what I want?” The blond angel had a threatening aura, he seemed like a beast you couldn't talk to. In contrary to you, Beelzebub stepped in front of you and stroked his chin in observation.

‘What's happening? What is that angel talking about?’ You looked bewildered and said nothing, but so did the devils around you. “Looks like you're not here to have fun. Then... Are you here to have me murder you?” When Beelzebub said with a smile but a murderous look in his eyes, the tension only tightened. “Oh? Do you wish for me to punish you?” A slight smile appeared on Raphael's face. Then, he spat out the meatbone he was chewing at Beelzebub. The bone straight flew at terrifying speed toward Beelzebub, but it missed and hit the wall behind him with a bang.

“You scum, what are you doing to his Majesty!!” Amon put his hand inside his clothes and swiftly drew out a small gun.

Bang bang bang!!!!

Bullet shots could be heard echoing thought the place, but the bullets he shot at Raphael missed him, and dug into the wall precariously behind him. “It missed...!?” Amon looked dubious as though his bullets could never miss, and Beelzebub only stared at him. ‘No way, Amon missed...!’ You winced with nervousness and absentmindedly hugged the bag of gifts Beelzebub had given you.

“Move!!” Ка-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!! Stolas hugged his beloved Thompsons in both his arms and shot them in quick succession at Raphael. Although Raphael had barely moved, the bullet went off track and dodged him. “Ha!? Why is this happening!!” “Stolas, you should consider the surroundings too!” Naberius warned him. Stolas's bullets hit the stalls around Raphael in turn, creating a honeycomb where there had been no damage before. Just then, Beelzebub who had been watching pulled a whip out of nowhere and attacked Raphael. The curving tip of the whip bounced in front of Raphael like a magnet repelling the same poles.

“Huh...!?” You couldn’t help but gasp out. The definitely strange movement made not only you but also the surrounding devils stir. You were watching nervously in case Raphael used his powers to counterattack. ‘Is there anything | can do...!?’ While you racked your brains in panic, Beelzbub looked deep in thoughts, “Hmm. It looks like that.” The avatar of gluttony murmured and lowered his whip. You stared at Beelzebub's back in puzzlement, as if he had given up the fight. “Beelzebub, what is the meaning of this...? What's like that?” “I told you that strange things happen on Christmas.” “No way... Is it indeed the Christmas miracle?” Wise Naberius seemed vaguely aware of it, though he spoke without as much agitation as you. “Must be. It's a Christmas miracle.” Beelzbub said and turned to look at you. Something clicked in your head, now it made sense, ‘oh…!’

[Ever since long ago, mysterious things happen to this world on Christmas.]

‘Someone's wish must have been granted. But those wishes are always granted in unexpected ways. That's a Christmas miracle.’ That was when you finally recalled Naberius' words. “Does that mean... That's why your attacks won't work?” Raphael frowned and covered his ears with his fingers as you widened your eyes in surprise and spoke in a loud voice. “Shut up... Speak loudly only when you're about to die, human.” At Raphael's lazy, sullen tone, Beelzebub walked slowly toward him and continued. “I think that's why you fell out of the sky. Or, were you banished from Heaven?” Beelzebub sneered.

The angel pointed an uneaten skewer from his hand at the king, “A Christmas miracle...? Shall I try it out? I can keep fighting and kill each other until my attacks do.” Raphael was angry at Beelzebub's behavior and was acting provocatively, while beel didn't hesitate to open his mouth wide in response to Raphael's insolence. Instead, he jammed the skewer Raphael was pointing at him deep into his throat and bit down on it, skewer and all, before Raphael withdrew his hand. The crackle of breaking the thick wooden skewer mixed with the sound of chewing meat. Raphael looked satisfied, and beel swallowed the whole thing, then opened his sauce-covered mouth.

“Alright, follow me. I know a good place. Shall we do it somewhere we can enjoy Abyssos while we're at it?” Beelzebub's smiling face and black aura sent chills down the spines of the devils around him.

“Here.” A few hours after this happened, Bael led you to a store. When Beelzebub said they should go somewhere else, you said you would follow. But Beelzebub looked like he had other plans, “Come here with Bael at night.” And left with those words. He and Naberius helped clean up the wreckage, then returned to the palace to tell Bael about it... And so it came to pass. Anyway, he had left before you could ask him about the location, and it took you some time to find the place he meant. In the end, it was deep into the night when you two arrived.

“That idiot...! He should tell us where if he's going to tell us to come...!” Bael had to figure out where Beelzebub was using only the information he left behind: 'A place to enjoy Abyssos.' The man with the crown opened the door with a trembling hand, as if he was afraid this was the wrong place in the end. “Bael, what kind of store is this?” You ponded, the sign in front of the entrance wasn’t very informative. As you walked through the door and into the store, you were greeted by loud, erotic music and reddish lights. The deeper you went in, the more you heard the customers' devilish cheers.

“Ah, this is the Abyssos SM club.” “Ooh... An SM club... Huhhh..?! An SM club?!” You were startled by Bael's nonchalant reply. “Yeah. Have you never been to one before? That's interesting.” Bael suddenly walked on coolly as though he had entered a karaoke, as if he was used to it, but you in turn felt excited. ‘I always wanted to try. A SM club...! I look forward to it!’ Because you advanced with anticipation, you almost forgot about your original goal. Until you saw a shocking sight in the middle of the room when you entered the spacious interior of the store.

Surrounding Devils were screaming, cheering and laughing, all while pointing their phones in one direction. “Ha ha ha ha! Yeah!” “Resist some more!!” “Look into the camera!” There was a writhing someone chained to a standing seat surrounded by customer devils. His hands were chained together behind his head, and his legs were also bound together tightly. The only thing holding him up was a single leg, and the rest of his body was tangled in multiple chains, immobilized. The bound person was..

“R-Raphael...!!” The angel Raphael who had fallen to Abyssos a while ago. Raphael's pale skin was stained red with chain marks, which seemed to dig into his flesh with every twist and turn of his body. The reddish lights were all on him, he was definitely the highlight of the club.

“W-what's going on?” You widened your eyes at the incomprehensible sight and headed toward the center of the store. Even though he was restricted, he swayed and rattled his chains, looking like a defeated beast in your eyes. “I will kill you!!! Come here!!!”While Raphael groaned and spat, leaving himself to the rage, Beelzebub stood in front of him with a whip and a satisfied look on his face. The moment you and Bael saw Beelzebub, you both ran towards him.

“Beel!” Surprised and confused, Bael reached Beelzebub through the throng of audience devils, and Beelzebub briskly greeted him. “Oh, you're here. Bael, it's been a while. I was waiting. You're late.” “You. What is all this? I thought your attacks didn't work because of the Christmas miracle?” Even though they hadn't seen each other in a long time, Bael was unable to respond to Beelzebub's light tone, as he asked Beelzebub in confusion about what you told him. “We weren't the only ones who couldn't attack, he couldn't attack either. This is probably that wish. I hope everyone can get along or something like that. Anyway, it's a good opportunity, right? If he can't attack, then he can't handle power coming from great numbers, and he went wild as soon as he came so we tied him up, but since we already went through the trouble to tie him up, we might as well teach him about our favorite role-play and have some fun. It was hard tying him up here!”

The carefree man spoke gleefully and struck the floor with a single crack of his whip, the impact of which produced a crackling sound. It wasn't the kind of whip he usually used in attack, but the kind he used for role-play in this shop, with the words [Who the Hell is God?] engraved on the hilt. Now that you looked, the inside of the store was a mess, proof that Raphael had already thrown a huge tantrum.

“The descendant of Solomon is here too!!! Perfect! I will sweep this place at once and bestow divine punishment on both human and devils!!” Raphael exhaled white murderous energy and shook his chained body vigorously, causing a rattling, clanking sound. He was like a furious dog on a leash, and somehow you thought his angry from was pretty adorable. ‘Maybe because this is an SM club... Even when he rebels with wrath, it looks cute.’

“Ha ha ha. How cheerful. True, since he's here, we might as well teach him the fun, devil way or role-play.” Bael laughed at Raphael as though it was funny. He was always gentlemanly and soft toward you, but a devil was indeed a devil. “Right?”Beel also curled the corners of his lips in amusement. “Alright, y/n. I'll leave it to you.” Your heart skipped a beat in surprise at the sudden mention of your name. “Huh? Leave what to me?” “Are you pretending that you don't know?” Beelzebub leaned in close to you and spoke to you in a suggestive manner, his index finger brushing across your chest.

“What we devils all want and like to do, let's have a Christmas party here.” The king standing in front of you closed in, signed into your ear with a low voice, and that alone send a shiver down your spine. For good or bad reasons. “I think you have something we could put to use as well.” He pointed at the bag in your arms. It was the gift you received from Beelzebub earlier, the one you still held in your hand as you ran out of the palace in a panic.

‘Right, I had this...!’ You pulled out the ornaments from your pocket: a devil's red horn, red wings, a ball gag, a necklace, and a red collar. A stereotypical devil cosplay set. Raphael began to struggle more furiously at the sight of the adult toys. “You..!! What are you trying to do to me with that!! Let there be divine punishment!!! No, even if it isn't divine punishment, I-I'll...!!” While Raphael desperately struggled, devils around you laughed and took pictures with their cell phones, you felt a little sympathetic to him. ‘What should I do... Can I do this to an angel...? I wasn’t even planning on using those on him…anyway, SM-play? So I have to take the lead…?’ You fitted the ball gag on Raphael's cursing, yelling mouth. “Shut up.” Your tone was harsh, way more than you intended, you could feel your blood rush at this change of events.

“Mmm-! Mmmph!” Raphael kept yelling under the gag, but you couldn't understand him. While Raphael flailed in all directions, you also put the devil horns on him as well. Damn it, the blondie thought, wondering if he could do anything to the leery chains clinging to his body. Raphael struggled desperately, but whenever he moved, the chains clinked over each other more firmly and tightly. Thanks to them tightening, his movements were even more restrained, you were able to fit the devil wings on him with ease. And when you looked around the club, the sign 'Who the Hell is God?' decorating the walls caught your eyes. It seemed to be the name of the store, which had also been carved on the whip earlier, and the sign was displayed high up as a symbole of this SM club.

“You found something good.” Bael noticed your gaze and took the sign down with his hand. He was also enjoying this strange situation very much. “Thanks.” You took the sign and was about to hang it on Raphael's neck. “Mmm!!! Mmmph!!”The man you were planning on decorating shook his head in displeasure, but the placard which looked like a sign eventually decorated his chest. He glowered even more at you. The look in his eyes said he would never forgive you, a growing and burning hatred present in those red pupils. But that didn't matter to you right now. The devils around you were watching you with expectant eyes, and you had no choice but to do something. Even though you were still baffled by the situation, it didn't stop you from feeling some kind of excitement. What horrible thoughts you were having, to think you weren’t even surprised by the situation. Next, you picked up the necklace and put it on your index finger, twirling it as if to show it to Raphael.

“This will suit you nicely too.” You snickered. “Mmmm-!!” Unlike you, who was in a good mood, Raphael resisted and shook his head vigorously. ‘Don't make me laugh. Do you think I would do anything as disgusting as that?!’ He thought to himself, unable to voice out his opinion. Raphael still growled under the gag, and his spit was already flowing down the ball and his chin. The now furious looking man flailed and struggled to kick you, but his feet obviously never touched you. You took no offence and simply dodged Raphael who kept trying to kick you away. Tugging on the golden cross that adorned Raphael's ear and making him bow his head, then you pressed your lips to his ear.

“Today’s Christmas, isn’t it? Let’s do something fun.”Before he could register your words, you bared your teeth and bit Raphael’s ear. Crunch!! When you set your teeth on Raphael's white, thin ear and bit down, the ear cartilage crunched in your mouth. You receded and blew in his ear. “Ughhh!”Raphael shook his head at your action, and you drew away. His ear had turned red and had distinct teeth marks on it. You looked at the indentation, like the marks of a healed earring hole, and felt a little sad. “I must have not bit hard enough...”

You were deep in thought and looked at Raphael's reddened ear, while he was floundering his chains. “Mmmm!!!! Aghhhh!!” With rage dominating his mind, Raphael was bellowing and groaning like an animal in captivity.

How many humans on Earth would consider him to be an angel?

He looked ready to rip your throat out if only his chains were broken. In particular, he was a Seraph who believed that his beloved God had disappeared because of Hell and humans. This situation where he was a spectacle to humans or devils he considered to be vermin evoked woe and fury Raphael had never felt before. ‘I will do anything to exterminate you!!!’ The angel thought.

Your heart leapt at the sight of Raphael's neat and always scarred face, glaring at you and the devils around you as he glowered at you with murderous intent. The feeling of training and taming a beast who knew nothing other than the feeling of rage filled you, anticipation began to swell in your heart.

‘He really is like a beast...’ That thought flashed your mind multiple times. Even if you felt overwhelmed by Raphael's rage, you thought you would feel like you were losing if you stepped back here.

‘I don't know what exactly I have to do... But let's do what I like first.’ You determined yourself. “I think you need this...” After finishing your sentence, you could feel his eyes wander to your hand. You were unbuckling the red leash and unraveled it completely to loop it into a round shape. Then, you took it behind Raphael's neck while he struggled and kicked, trying to keep you from putting the buckle over him. You payed him no mind, and pulled the end of the belt to make the ring of the collar smaller and smaller before putting it through the hole that fit the size of his neck.

“Ugh, urghhh...”Raphael was being slowly strangled, his scarred face slowly turned red and his resistance weakened. ‘What a pretty expression..!’ You ran your tongue over your lips, your heart pounding at the sight of Raphael being like that. The faster your heart beat, the harder you unconsciously pulled. His consciousness slowly faded as his oxygen was being cut off, but you relaxed your grip at the right time. Then, air began to fill Raphael's body again.

You repeated your actions, chocking him repeatedly. It was addicting, you liked his pitiful expression so much that you felt bad. This continued until you were satisfied, and Raphael's eyes began to bead with tears from physiological reaction.

‘This human... And the devils... I will condemn them with the worst punishment...’ This was the thought Raphael held on to, despite his white, fading consciousness. For you, it was purely an act of mutual pleasure, but for Raphael, it was pure torture. Unlike you and the devils who envied Raphael for his suffering, Raphael's thoughts were filled with humiliation and bitterness. He felt dirty, he felt fury and angry like never before. At least, that’s what he believed.

‘How painful, how pleasant it would feel...!’ You were excited to see him staring at you with tears in his eyes even as he struggled to breathe, it was erotic and fuelled your twisted desires. The uncertainly you once had was now replaced with new confidence. So you smiled at him, all while you felt yourself getting wet between your legs.

“Yeah! He's beginning to make lewd expressions!” The surrounding devils turned feverish at Raphael's pain. Regarding a devil glancing at bills in happiness, you let go of Raphael's neck. “Ha! Cough, cough, huff... puff...”Raphael was collecting oxygen desperately like a drowning man. He wanted more than anything to articulate even under the ball gag, but he couldn't do anything about his body’s survival instinct. You smiled at Raphael who had turned slightly more docile.

“Did you feel good? Everyone is having fun watching you, Raphael. If you make a prettier face, you'll receive even more compliments.”Watching Raphael contort his face in pain made a whirlpool of dark thoughts within you. It’s true that you warmly praised Raphael, but you also wanted to turn him into a complete mess. You reached for Raphael's shirt and slowly pulled it up. Both you and the raucous devils were dazzled by the skin that showed from his abdomen.

‘Pretty...!’ It was a smooth, beautiful one, the reddish lights of the club reflected on his perfect skin. One had no choice but to believe that God made it, a perfection only God could creat.

“Mmmmm!!” Raphael screamed his protests loudly, even to the point of stopping his rapid breathing, but all he could manage was a groan under the ball gag. When his upper body began to emerge from beneath his clothes, it revealed his toned abs, which served as proof of his strength. But what caught your eyes more than his muscles were the numerous body piercings. Chains, buttons, dozens of crosses… all that metal on his body showed his love and loyalty to God, his body was a canvas of his dedication.

“Wow, you have many piercings... It's really sexy.”On Raphael's lightly pigmented body, the silver chain on his belly glistened and looked bewitching in your eyes. Even his devotion to God was only a source of excitement for you here and now, should you feel bad for being a sinner? Raphael had been exposed to the devils and humans he wanted to destroy, and now even his love for God was being watched with an evil eye. This made him feel rage and violation he had never felt before spread throughout his body. “Mmmmm-!!!”The angel groaned endlessly, but you only pulled his clothes up higher. Once you passed the piercings that seemed to be driven into his body, you saw his light pink nipples, and those also had piercings of crosses hanging from them.

“Wow, you even have piercings here!”The excitement was immense, you couldn’t wait and pushed his clothes up to the top, then fixed it under the sign you hung from his neck. ‘Stop!!! Don't touch me!!’ Raphael begged to god in his mind, each time he writhed and struggled, the piercings on his chest also shook. ‘Lovely. Did you... Pierce them yourself?’ You ran your fingers over the piercings that jiggled on Raphael's nipple with a look of pure admiration.

Piercings he wasn't wearing to show anyone, since he never revealed any skin. Watching the hidden thing made you feel as though you saw something special and it bobbed and swayed, the nipples pouted and rose under its weight. Seeing something he obviously had no intention of showing you only turned you on even more. ‘There are piercings on a pretty body. That's so lewd...! I want to make more holes on it...’ This was truly hypnotising, you were drawn into him and bit his nipple, piercings and all. ‘Urgh...!’ Raphael bent over even more. He was chained, so the angle was slight, but if he hadn't been restrained, he would have arched his back further.

‘Damn it..!! Stop it!!!’ Raphael never even contemplated the possibility of anyone other than God or himself touching his naked body. There was a clink of chains hitting each other. You held his waist tightly so he wouldn't buckle and wobble. The grip you had on his was rough, it felt weird and unfamiliar for the angel. You rolled your tongue over his buds, the feeling of Raphael's hard and erect nipple, as well as his cross piercing made you most ecstatic.

‘It's me who's licking, but his reactions are amazing… and the feeling of cold metal is pretty good too…I want to bite it more…I want to lick it more...’ Once you thought so, you couldn't stop yourself. You began to lick his entire body as if washing it with your tongue, teasing him all over. Your tongue traveling from his nipples to his navel then his lower body. At the same time, just thinking about the pleasure he must be feeling made you feel wet between your legs without even stimulating it.

Your tongue quickly reached the soles of his chained feet. He kicked his bound legs as you licked each pierced toe down to the sole of his foot. “Mmmmm-!!!” Licking the soles of someone's feet must be a humiliating act, yet you did it so effortlessly with a look of ecstasy on your face. And Raphael shuddered with disgust and some fear. “There are still many more parts that look delicious.” You whispered quietly. Regardless of his thoughts, you were feeling interested in Raphael’s other body parts. Spinning a thread of saliva, you lifted your tongue from the sole of his foot and tore at the arm of his shirt with all your might. You also tore his pants at the thighs, which had been lifted by the chains. After they ripped, you bit down on his body without hesitation.

‘Don't touch me!!!’ Raphael thought, then squirmed, but you took hold of his foot and bit into it like a fruit. At the same time, you tugged on the piercing at the end of his nipple hard enough to make the pale pink nipple turn red. “Ahhh..!”The poor angel shook in a reaction that was part protest, part pleasure. This sight of a pretty angel being defiled was a work of art. Watching his white skin stain red, his upper body still untouched by anyone's hands, writhing about was so lascivious that it fed your fetishes.

Raphael's reactions heated up the devils in the SM club. One of the devils was licking the end of the whip, as though he wanted to do it as well. Another devil flapped his bills in front of his face and approached Raphael. The surrounding devils started to cheer again, “You really are an obscene angel, I envy you, but thank you that you did this for us.” Then, he tossed the bills in Raphael's face and twisted it in the torn arm of his shirt. Afterwards, a few other devils also approached to add their bills between his torn clothes. Even when Raphael tried to kick them away, it was of no use. He glared at each and every one of them, looking as if he might shed tears of blood. ‘I shall never forget this humiliation..! I will punish them with my life!’

He couldn't believe he'd fallen into Abyssos without knowing why, and he was being punished for it when he was normally the one doing the punishing. Rage dominated to the top of his head, and he unconsciously shuddered. Then, the halo behind Raphael's head began to shine brightly. The light seemed to be shining to purify this store, or to erase everything. But Raphael's reaction only made you happier. ‘What is this...! A phenomenon neither devils nor humans can cause...Looks like there are more fun things lying in wait...!’ You felt your heart thump out of anticipation of what would happen now.

Your eyes moved from the shining halo to stare at Raphael’s side profile as he glared at the devil with the bills in hand. Ptui. Your spit hit the band aid on his cheek and slowly slid down. ‘Look over here too.’

Was all you had to say, you wanted to keep his attention on you, to have Raphael turn to you, rather than the surrounding devils. His gaze did wander to you, glaring at you menacingly, his eyes showed a hint of confusion mixed with anger. Raphael's terrifyingly white, murderous energy was swallowing you whole. You knew the angel, who had been on a rampage up to this point was quietly raging, and the murderous intent was dedicated at only you. When Raphael's halo shone particularly brightly and tried to wallow you…

Slam!!

You hit his stomach with all your might. Although you never hit anyone on Earth or in Hell, you saw Satan use violence with love (you weren't sure, but it looked like it to you) to his colleagues. Since you recalled it, you copied him and punched Raphael. It wasn't an attack. You were striking Raphael's stomach with love like an instructor. While you did that, your eyes were shining red like Satan's.

“Argh...!!”The vigor made both the piercings on his upper body and body quake. When his piercings swayed, you were turned on again. “You shouldn't think of standing up to me.” Whack!! “I just want you to enjoy it.” Thump!! With each sentence, you punched him in the gut. Bruises were forming on his stomach.

‘Ugh, if only I had more power in my arms...! If only | had more power to punish them...!!’ Raphael was feeling nervous, that he couldn't do anything about being overwhelmed for the first time, about his helplessness and vulnerability. You, on the other hand, were tormenting Raphael with your mouth and hands, and yet you were rejoicing in the return of his attention to you.

You pulled the piercing on his belly button and bit the upper half of his body. “Ugh, ughhh...” followed with your fangs which bared and bit into the flesh as if to tear a larger hole in his pierced body. Meanwhile, you stroked Raphael's groin over his pants. “Ughh..!” And his body flinched at that very harshly. His nerves and senses which had only been focused on being bitten by you a moment ago were now focused on his lower part. The unexpected touch of his intime part suddenly added an additional stimulus to the sensations whirling inside his body. It felt even more intense, because he had only been paying attention to your bites. The reaction made the surrounding devils cheer loudly.

Meanwhile, Beelzebub and Bael were biting their lips to stop themselves from laughing with quaking shoulders. “Ahhhhhhh..! That's a cute reaction, even though they only touched it for a second, hahaha!” Beelzbub declared with an amused tone. “Huhuhu, don't laugh too much. Beel. He's an angel so there's nothing he can do about it. Hehe...”

The booing reaction of the two devils made Raphael feel ashamed for the first time since he was made by God. ‘What was that... Feeling just now...!’ He panicked at the stimulation he'd never felt before and the way his body reacted. You had little regard for the surrounding cheers, and the fact that Raphael was panicking was unbeknownst to you. In contrary, you were glad that Raphael was reacting, so you nibbled on him and groped his lower body more feverishly.

“Mmm, mmmh...” Accustomed to the pain of having his body pierced, Raphael began to feel strange at the gentle treatment. Somehow he took a little pleasure in conjunction with the stimulation of his lower body. His member which had grown harder and more erect than when you first touched it began to clearly announce its existence. ‘Why... Why are you getting harder!’ Raphael was crying internally. ‘I'm reacting to it, so does this mean that God brought this pleasure to me…!?’ He couldn’t help but stare at his ever-growing lower body in bewilderment, thinking that there couldn’t be anything meaningless about the body created by the God he worshipped.

“Is it your first time touching it?” You smiled pleasantly at Raphael's novice-like reaction and asked. “I'm presented with your first time? What a great Christmas present...” Almost wanting to hum to yourself, you unbuttoned Raphael's pants and unzipped it.

“Ooooh...!” “Finally...” The surrounding devils gulped as though they were the ones violating Raphael. Their hands were slowly massaging themselves at the sight of the pretty angel. When you unbuttoned his pants, his underwear appeared, and those were stained with his fluids. Your hand cupped his bulge gently, caressing it even. Raphael’s face finally catches colours and flushed, his figure kept trembling and squirming around.

“Mmmm-!” To touch somewhere neither God nor himself had touched… being humiliated like this by devils and the descendant of Solomon who must be the reason God disappeared… moreover, his lower body was reacting regardless of his intentions...!

Raphael felt like he was going crazy.

The despair and terror of losing control of his body was an emotion he hadn't felt since God disappeared. ‘My body turning strange!! It’s all because I touched this filthy being!!!’ In the end, the blond man blamed you for everything.

Touching Raphael's lower body and watching it get wet, you felt like you were looking at a painting that was getting closer to completion, and your excitement heightened. The thought filling your mind gradually got lewder and more perverted. ‘I want to see more of Raphael's body!’ Your excitement and curiosity gained momentum, and with nervous fingers you pulled down Raphael's underwear. Then, it was revealed that a chastity belt forged in Heaven from heavy metal, surrounded Raphael's cock. You widened your eyes at the chastity belt you had never seen before.

“Is this...” You ran your hand hesitantly around the heavy, metallic chastity belt. “It was true what they say about angels wearing chastity belts.” Beelzebub was watching with amusement, before continuing, “Dedicating oneself to God and continuing celibacy for billions of years. And wearing a chastity belt to keep from breaking it. Hah, angels were doing such strange things, they truly were.” Your gaze clung to the chastity belt at Beelzebub's words. Then you shuddered and felt a rush of excitement as you saw Raphael wearing a chastity belt, as proof of his purity. He seemed so aggressive and eccentric at first glance, but that wasn’t his true colours at all?

The devils around him studied the chastity belt, pretending to approach to insert the bills. Raphael's erect, hard dick was writhing inside the chastity belt, ready to burst, and something was leaking out of the hole at the end. It was transparent, white and milky, but it glowed and had a viscosity. ‘What..Is this...?’ Your cheeks blushed slightly. ‘Could this shining liquid possibly be an angel's cum...?! Is it… his precum? I want to try licking it!!!’ You felt curiosity mingled with excitement at the liquid that was unique to that holy angel. The glowing, melting liquid drew the admiration of the surrounding devils.

[luveline]

i am obsessed with your kisses before dinner au, do you think you can maybe write something about what it’s like when the new baby is born or maybe how the older kids reacted to becoming siblings if yk what i mean? absolutely no pressure and ily!!

baby number four comes back from the hospital and steve tries not to cry about it (he fails) | kisses before dinner universe

afab!fem!reader x dad!steve (tw ment labour + pregnancy)

Steve sits down beside you on the couch with Beth in his arms and tries to calm his racing heart. To think your new baby is finally here, right here, safe and healthy and home, makes him want to throw up. He won't, obviously, but if he's a little grey around the gills that's his business. 

Avery sits on your other side quiet as a dormouse. As the oldest, she's experienced this twice before. She can't remember when Bethie came home because she'd been so young herself, and Steve suspects she might not fully remember meeting Dove for the first time either, but she remembers to be quiet and gentle, and that's all she really needs to do. 

Steve had wanted to bring them to the hospital to see you as soon as the baby was born, but Robin, rightfully, encouraged him to wait. He agrees now, because after labour you hadn't looked yourself. You'd been tired and sick. "You're having the next one," you'd joked. He had laughed until he cried, emotional from seeing you screaming and sweaty, his hand reduced to mush. Steve had been beside himself. He loves his girls, but he doesn't love how they came into the world. Seeing you that way… he can't regret getting you pregnant, not when he has all these beautiful babies, but he feels something similar. He feels better now that you're home.

"Tada," Steve whispers in Beth's ear. "There's your baby sister." 

"Another one?" you'd asked when you found out the gender, defeated but not really. You'll love whatever you're given. He loves that about you, and he feels the same. "Steve, come on." 

"It's not my fault!" he'd insisted. 

"She's really small," Bethie whispers back. 

"You don't have to whisper, sweetheart," you say, your face flopped against the couch cushions. You're still sapped. "She has to get used to all your voices." 

Bethie stands on Steve's leg and holds onto your shoulder. He grabs her waist in case she takes a spill, letting her peer down into your arms at the face of her new sister. Her lips part. 

"I think," Steve says, squeezing gently, "we finally have another one who looks like mommy and you." 

"I think so too," Avery says quietly. 

"Yea?" 

"She's got mom's nose." 

"Little," you joke, giving Avery a playful nudge with your elbow. "I think so three." 

You swap. Steve gets to hold his new baby and you make as much room as you can in your lap for the oldest two, wincing when someone's knee jabs your sore stomach. He's about to tell them to climb off of you when you wrap your arms around them, hiding your face in Avery's soft, silky hair. She got nearly everything from Steve, including how much she loves being cuddled, and she melts like butter in the sun at your touch. 

"I missed you, mom," she says. "Please don't have more babies for a while." 

You laugh. You all know Steve wants an army. You also know Steve wants what you want. You could never touch him again and he'd be okay with it, somehow. Safe to say, you won't be having any more babies for a while, if ever again.

"I missed you too. Three days without you is three too many. And don't worry, my love. Me and daddy aren't having anymore for a long, long time." You peek over Avery's shoulder and smile. "I wish we didn't make such pretty ones. Maybe I'd be less tempted."

"That's all you," Steve says. 

Bethie slouches to rest her weight on Steve's arm. God, he'd missed his girls. He'd been hoping your time in the hospital would be quick considering you've had three before, though they've been varying degrees of difficulty, and almost always made you poorly. That hope had been struck down fast, and Steve had just done whatever it was he could do to keep you breathing and smiling. He must be good at it, because four babies and eight years later he can still make you laugh between pushes. 

He's, pardon his language, fucking amazed at what you can do. And he's so in awe of his life, his family, his girls, he finds himself welling up for the tenth time today, the perfect tiny face of your newborn a blur in his eyes. 

Bethie pats his arm as he sniffles. 

"You want a hug?" she asks knowingly. 

"Yeah," he says. "I do. Thanks, baby." 

"I'm not the baby," she says, draping herself over his shoulder. He drops his face against hers and sniffles some more. 

Dove wakes up a little while after that, and when she calls, "Mommy!" from her crib you're thrilled to be able to go get her. You're still kissing her when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your nose sliding over her chubby cheeks as you coo praises at her. 

"I missed you so so much, my love," you say, softly and brightly, affection dripping from every syllable. "Mommy missed you sooooo much. You've been such a good girl for daddy and Aunt Robin, I know you have." You beam at her tiny dimples. She beams back. "You want to meet our lovely new baby?" 

Steve doesn't get too cut up about his family anymore, but he can't imagine his mother ever holding him so tenderly. He thinks she must have, once. Or maybe she didn't. There's no way to know, he only remembers growing up with that spearing sense of loneliness heavy in all his bones. 

Robin, his best friend in the entire world, had absolutely healed him. When he met you, he didn't have to worry about being enough or being too much, he'd just loved you. You'd filled those last cracks, and his daughter's pretty much erased any trace of them. 

He's so lucky. He could cry again, but the tears give him a migraine and he needs to be right as rain for the nights to come. 

You sit down. You smell familiar, and your smile curves under his ear as you drop a kiss against his wane skin. 

"Are you alright, Stevie baby?" you ask softly, one part concerned and three parts fond. You know what he's thinking. 

"I've never been better." He reaches out to comb a rogue strand of hair from Dove's face. "Are you ready to meet your new little sister?" he asks her. 

Dove glares at him. He wouldn't expect anything less. 

[taeloke]

Overanalyzing 4KOTA Chapter 142 instead of just waiting for more info (1/2?)

Honestly? I'm writing King's side of this separately, because it's about time I started talking about him here l and I know I can go on forever about him. That field of over-analysis needs its own house. I would go off about him first but then I'd forget his kids entirely and I don't want to do that to them... Speaking of--

So silly. So precious. Berte is so Helbram-coded and I'm sure that's intentional resemblance.

You know...I wonder which of their traits were inherited from Diane's parents. Probably the golden hair on almost half of them at least. Sixtus and Tioreh's pink hair looks more like a genetic mutation...unless their hair color is inherited from the leaf color of the Sacred Tree? That's possible too.

Diane seems less energetic since becoming a mother. She's settled down and has been shown to be gentle more often than bubbly, which was the impression she gave me in the original series. I'm assuming she hasn't fought since entering the Fairy Realm, too. She's put the stress of the Holy War behind her, and I'm happy that she seems content with her lots of babies. I wonder if she'll get to hear about Dolores once the current issues are over. I'm sure hearing she's Nasiens's adoptive big sister will be a shock. Diane deserves to know that.

The way Tioreh says this makes me suspect Puck is the one behind Nasiens and Myrtel's switcheroo. He must really love that "prank" in that case. Regardless of who was behind it, though, that's actually fucked up. A fairy trolled their own king by swapping their first child with a human, probably knowing exactly what issues both kids would be put in. I can't call this just a prank. I love King to death, but his people are their own kind of awful...

For this moment, let's glance back at how she reacted to that news at first.

Tioreh must have been suspecting this the whole time Nasiens was here, but this reveal may be the moment she started to seriously believe it, if not when Nasiens admitted to feeling healthier in the Fairy Realm. After this, she started to open up about her siblings more and telling Nasiens that he's like them--especially like Phao. All of this is stuff that Nasiens didn't know about since he met her two years ago. All of the tension in this family over Nasiens and Myrtel has been building up for so long...and right now we're watching it all cave in. I'm sure King and Diane had good intentions for hiding the truth, but hiding it's not working anymore.

And Diane knows it's not working anymore. I'm stuck on her asking "Is that bad for you?" Why is she asking that of all things? Is that what King and Diane were so worried about when they decided to never come out about this? Did they think their kids would be upset with having a human for an older brother?

Okay, but maybe that's not all that they considered. Maybe they got worried about how their people outside of their family would react to their theories being confirmed. If that happened, as unfortunate as it is, Mertyl would probably get more ostracized than he was. With that in mind, I'm sure his parents made that choice to protect him from some of the problems he'd inevitably go through. It's a nice thought that way, but this was still a bad call. They made too many assumptions of their own kids' feelings.

In other news...Phao was lurking... Now they're all gonna know and clear up this misunderstanding with their parents, right?

Anyway, I feel like I've written too much for one post, so I'll go on about the rest of the chapter tomorrow. Closing this part with this:

myrtel peek

[quietwings-fics]

first snowfall i see tonight

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen (Lucifer & Raphael) Additional Tags: Snow, Sibling Bonding, Alternate Universe, Good Older Sibling Lucifer (Supernatural), Fluff, Forehead Kisses, Cold, Play Fighting Wordcount: 1,555 Summary:

Lucifer brings Raphael the first snow of the season.

Notes:

For Raphael day of @spnarchangelweek. Prompt: winter. :3

Look, I can't explain it, Jim-

-we'll be seeing at least 18 inches-

-at least 24 inches-

-if it's not 30 inches by tomorrow morning, I'll take my last paycheck and quit-

-and all I know is, we haven't had this much snow this early in the season since I was a kid, nearly forty years back.

Raphael has many grievances with humanity, but the pettiest of them all is their discovery—and subsequent invasion—of radio waves. It's not that they're loud compared to the chorus of Heaven; they're no louder than a house fly would be by anyone’s ear, but gather a hundred house flies in one room and see how easy it is to think straight. Raphael had gotten better at pushing the cacophony to the side as the decades passed, but every so often, they all spilled one thought together out onto the waves that flowed through/around/across Raphael's grace, coherent enough to catch their attention.

Raphael turns their face up to the silver sky. What snow hasn't melted on top of their head scatters across their shoulders or meets its brethren on the covered ground. More immediately takes its place, even as they tip their head to try and keep their vision clear. The cuffs of their pants are soaked against their ankles—not sunk into the inches surrounding them, buried. Raphael lost track of time. They drop their gaze, shaking snowflakes off again. 

They hear Lucifer before they see him: the purposeful, heavy crunch of snow beneath his boots, and his grace following, singing their name as sweetly as he can still manage. The notes don't come out quite right anymore, but they're closer than the first time he said their name after being freed from the Cage. (An ache Raphael can't let go of, knowing how tightly Lucifer clung to remembering their name and hearing how his memories had been mangled by Hell, by time.) Lucifer's footsteps are even until a few paces before he reaches them. With a kick, wet snow hits the back of their calves. Raphael's attention snaps to him, narrowing their eyes as the cold settles outside their vessel's skin. They don’t let it in. Lucifer smiles.

"Do you like it?" he asks.

"Like what?" Raphael says, telling themself that it's the diplomatic answer and nothing at all to do with the way Lucifer persists in wanting their praise. He spreads his hands.

"Let there be snow," he says, far too proud of himself. Raphael presses their lips tightly together. There's a smile trying to escape them.

"And why does it matter what I think?" Lucifer's tracks are the only ones leading towards them. He's close enough to reach out and cup their face easily. The tips of his fingers trace their earlobe as he holds them and guides their face down before stepping forward to kiss their forehead. They imagine he can taste the snow clinging to their skin.

Raphael shuts their eyes and allows him to.

It's been such a long time since they could allow him anything.

"Because you love this broken world the best of all of us,”  Lucifer breathes, “so if I’m not allowed to burn it clean, I’ll try to make it deserve you again.” His thumb passes over their cheek gently. "I’ll do it for you, but I’d welcome your help, when you’re ready." One parting kiss against the same spot as the first. Raphael lifts their bowed head. They know the wear and tear of the world better than Lucifer could’ve seen from his Cage, but he’s right. They can’t give themself to fixing it when they’re still tending the burns of spending so long waiting for it to end.

”It’s beautiful.” Lucifer preens. Snow gathers in his hair and melts against his bare neck. “Overcompensating for being the first storm of winter, but-” A few brave snowflakes sweep into the space between them. Lucifer notices, smirks, and puffs at them, blowing the snow directly into their face. Raphael makes an affronted noise, wriggling away from his palm to brush the snow off. 

Lucifer’s laughing again as they duck, pretending to still wipe their face clear. Their hands swiftly dive into the snow at their feet and gather up as much in their palms as they can. Lucifer isn’t expecting retaliation. They shove it right in his face, and he goes down sputtering snow. 

And Raphael laughs so hard that their gasps for air could be a snowstorms in of themselves. Lucifer goes from glaring at them to looking up with wide eyes. (If Raphael felt more blasphemous, they’d call the emotion behind them worship.) Raphael crosses their arms over their chest, squeezing their vessel as each wave of laughter escapes them like they can force all of it out in the open, every laugh that’s lingered centuries at the heart of them without anyone left who would try to set it free. 

“Help me up,” Lucifer says, offering his hands to them. “I came here to give you a gift, you brat.” Another laugh springs free.

Who else would dare speak to them like their brother?

Accepting peace, Raphael takes his hands to haul him to his feet.

Lucifer has never known how to do anything but escalate a situation.

“Lucifer!” With a firm tug, Raphael ends up down in the snow beside him on their knees. It’s too fast to shut away their vessel’s instinctive reactions. Shivers rush up and down their spine, a cold shock through every nerve that leaves them gasping for a wholly different reason. They yank their hands up from the snow and backpedal into their brother again. They could right themself in the seconds before they knock the both of them over. They choose not to.

Cold slams into their vessel’s senses a second time, and Lucifer grunts as they land on top of him. 

Raphael faces the sky. The snow Lucifer caused continues, blissfully unaware of him squirming beneath their weight. He could throw them off if he wanted to. That he’d prefer to whine at them feels…

Feels like Raphael is more loved than they have been for such a long time that they’d gotten used to being without.

”You’re not a fledgling anymore!” Lucifer complains. “Off, Raphael!” They ignore him, spreading their hands to the sky as if to sink their fingers into the clouds and shake more snow from them.

Oh, but they can. So they do.

It falls heavier, quieting the whole world except for the wind and Lucifer. And even he finally stops after a while, resigning himself to his spot in the growing snowbank with them. Raphael relaxes, chilled to their vessel’s bones and enjoying the way their body shudders.

Looks like it’s-

-worse out there every-

-good excuse to put the fireplace to use, if you have one.

The only movement is snowfall above them and the steady motion of Lucifer’s belly beneath their head as he lets his vessel breathe. Raphael never does, but they never feel cold either and right now, the sensation is tingling through their limbs. They follow his rhythm, a breath in, a breath out.

Their exhale is frost-laden, visible for long enough for Raphael to try to catch the molecules in their hand. The mist fades before it hits their palm. They bring it to their chest, resting it over their vessel’s heart. They hadn’t even noticed when it started beating on its own.

”We’re going to get buried,” Lucifer says. His hand seeks Raphael’s arm, stroking up and down it absently. 

“No one’s looking for us. We’ll be frozen stiff.”

“No,” Lucifer says, “you’d keep me warm.” Raphael’s heart is beating like it thinks they should be alive, and for the first time in decades, they might agree with it. “Snow angels,” he murmurs. Raphael turns their head until their cheek presses against his stomach (or against his cold, wet shirt, at least.)

”Us?” Lucifer chuckles.

”Yes. Like humans make.” 

Raphael shuts their eyes and feels snow collect on their lids. They convince reality to bend.

The weight of their wings leaves deep impressions in the snowbank. Lucifer goes very still. “It’s been a long time since I’ve let them exist without making them weapons.” The snow cushions their wings as the wind tickles across their feathers. Raphael’s offering an invitation they don’t expect Lucifer to acknowledge, much less accept. 

Lucifer exhales, and the world becomes even heavier. Raphael blinks away snow as Lucifer’s wings settle, overlapping their own. Part of Raphael wants to turn over in the snow and bury their face in their brother’s plumage. Another part knows how quickly Lucifer would flinch and lash out if they did. They settle for the easy brush of wing against wing and keep careful track of every damaged vane or awkward clump of feathers they can feel. 

If Lucifer gets in the habit of giving them what they want, then one day he’ll realize they need to feel him healed beneath their hands, too. Raphael can stand waiting. 

They flap their wings, dislodging inches of snow all around them. Some of it back onto Lucifer’s face, from the noises he makes.

“Thank you,” Raphael says, which means, I missed you.

”Anything to raise your spirits,” Lucifer answers, which means, I love you, too.

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

Reader meets many strange people in that sleepy little town:

- Charles and Erik, an older couple who own the bed and breakfast Reader stays at. Charles apparently keeps bees as a hobby and keeps insisting Reader eat some honey. Both regularly praise Reader for all the help they do around the house and "that's its so nice to have someone youthful energy in the old place".

- Hank is the town doctor. For someone who looks like he can break steel beams, he's very polite and mild mannered. But he can get a little invasive when he gives Reader a check up. " How's you relationship with your parents?" " I saw your light was on late last night, you should get to bed at a more proper time. A good night's rest is important to growing bodies."

- Ororo is the one school teacher in town, though everyone calls her Storm. She teaches out of a tiny one room school house. Reader thinks she's lucky all the kids around the place are the same age. Storm regularly invites Reader for "girl's night" ( even if reader is not a girl, they are getting mani-pedis and face masks). Reader just wishes she would get not so strong alcohol, they always end up blacking out.

- Reader doesn't see Logan that often, but he comes to town regularly to check up on Charles, get a check up with Hank about his short-term memory loss, and have a beer. He doesn't seem to like Erik all that much, but he's nice to Reader. Apparently, he and his brother own a farm just out of town, which Reader is "allowed to visit whenever, kid". Charles says he's Laura's dad but she stays with Kurt and Rogue and their mom during the school week and goes home during the weekend, holidays, and summer.

- Rogue and Kurt are the goth girl and blue hair boy they met earlier. Apparently, they're siblings, but they don't look much alike. Their mom, Mystique, runs the mom-and-pop store and is always dressed impeccably. Rogue and Kurt's relationship with her is a little rough at best and they cling to Reader, asking for advice and attention.

- the other teens are similar. Evan, Scott, Jean and all of them. Reader may be older than them but still young enough to relate to their problems so they like to follow behind when they run errands for the Bed and Breakfast. They assume they think it's "cool" to hang out with the new, older stranger from out of town, so they try to be a goof example. They wonder where the rest of the parents are at, though.

Hahaha... I love it, @sugar-soda! I admit, I keep imaging Reader being somewhere between 15 to 19, but honestly, it works at any of those ages! I'll add a little to this, as a treat-!

• Reader doesn't quite remember how they ended up with Charles and Erik, but according to them, they found Reader passes out in the bushes outside, so they brought Reader in and helped make sure they were okay. They always compliment Reader on how polite they are, how strong they are when they lift heavy boxes or haul jars of honey-like liquid around, how sweet they are when Reader brings back some raspberries for them... They're nice, very nice, for people who supposedly found Reader drugged or passed out or dying in their bushes...

• Hank is okay! He just seems a bit obsessed with health and eating proper meals and the like. Old school doctor values, right? And Reader could probably stand to eat a bit more, or eat more consistent meals... He says he has a clinic outside of town too, which is funded by Charles and Erik, and has volunteers such as his friends, Logan and Victor... He also thinks honey is the best cure for everything, for some reason, and asks if Reader eats a bit every day...

• Reader likes Ororo! She's funny, and smart, and always on point with fashion! Plus she let's Reader try a sip or two of mead, which she says is good-! Of course, Reader can't remember anything after having their small sip... And they woke up in the field outside of town. Again. So maybe they should stop tasting the different honey stuff...

• Logan is gruff, from what Reader can tell. He seems to like the kids, including Reader, and he's checking up on Mr. Charles every weekend before he and Laura go back to their farm, so he seems pretty nice for a tough guy. Reader doesn't know why he invites Reader to visit, or why Laura likes them, but they let Reader eat pancakes with them at the diner and don't mind when Reader falls asleep, exhausted from a night of trying to figure out why they can't seem to find the way out of town...

• Reader doesn't mind offering advice to Kurt and Rogue, seeing them as the siblings they never had (all of the teens feel like siblings, in way, which confuses Reader for people people hardly know-). Whether it's how to make a new friend, what to wear in Winter, how to win at darts- It doesn't bother Reader to answer their questions or let them follow them around. Reader just hopes they don't get caught up in Reader's search for clues, in case it gets dangerous... Their mom, who seems cold and sharp, is oddly nice to them. Reader left her some wild roses they found, and now they get discounts on snacks or drinks when they come in her store

• Reader doesn't mind entertaining the kids. Really, they don't. For how they can't remember much, there are certain tricks and skills they have that seem to impress the teens. Be it winning at guessing games, knowing how to climb a stone wall, or being able to win over stray cats and bugs, they always seem to find Reader interesting. Sometimes they feel a little... freaked out... over having so many eyes on them. But these are just teens. Good ones, for the most part. What harm can they do?

• Reader keeps trying to find clues as to the odd symbol on their hand, or why the town is closed off from the outside world, and why Reader can't remember anything before waking up here... they keep digging, checking the old history museum and the woods beyond the last few houses, but whenever Reader feela they're getting too close- suddenly they're pulled off to something else. They're worried, for themself, for the others... but with each new puzzle piece they uncover... they can't help but start to think there's something hiding close enough to touch it...

• If only they could just reach it and not fall asleep again, waking up back in the field or in their bed, wondering why their dreams keep getting so strange and frightening...

[gabessquishytum]

Fun fact about growing up in a large family is that sometimes, siblings feel left out and there is only so much parent to go around. Cue Nepo CEO Dream not wanting to have a big family. He just has too much work and doesn't want to put any of his future children through that. He will always love all of his children and he wants them to know and feel that! Three is more than enough.

Hob is fine with this, he didn't have too many siblings, but just being around Dream's family has shown him how big of a headache large families can be. They have one child and Dream happily takes the time to properly lavish his baby with attention while also figuring out how to balance his work and home life. He has baby #2 two years after his first and then baby three comes two years after that.

At first, he was overjoyed. Hob has really stepped up to care for his monstrously large children and is the best dad. Better than his own by a long shot. The company is doing great and he finds himself comfortable with where his life is. But there's a problem. After he gave birth to baby #3, Dream wanted a hysterectomy. He set the appointment and tried to listen to his doctor carefully. No sex for a month before surgery and since he was advised not to restart his birth control until 6 weeks after the birth, it works out. It's only four weeks, they've gone longer than that.

But with the new baby and a shift into work from home, he's spent a lot more private time with Hob than he ever has before. I don't think I need to be the one to tell you how sexy Hob looks domesticated. How alluring he looks while his daughter puts fake makeup and glitter on his face and ties his hair into pigtails. Or when he holds their son to his chest and sings him a lullaby late at night.

Baby #4 comes at the checkup prior to surgery. He gets a stern talking to by the doctor and a lot of sly looks from Hob, but whatever. Four babies is a lot, but it's not too bad. He manage!

He can't. Babies #5 and #6 come just ten months shy of their older sibling. What can he say? He didn't expect twins! And the kids were all asleep and really when were they ever gonna get the opportunity to have sex again?

After that, he bites the bullet and just accepts his large family, and goes back on the implant. Who knew six children could be such a handful? Dream, Dream knew but he wouldn't change it for anything

- 🤜 Anon

NEPO CEO PREGNANT DREAM AU!!! YAY!!

Oh Dream. He's trying his best out there. He should have taken Hob up on the offer of getting a vasectomy buuuut. He didn't.

Honestly he feels like he and Hob are probably equally to blame, it's not even like he can lay all the blame on his husband. As soon as his babies get out of the newborn phase, Dream feels himself getting broody all over again. It's like he manages to sabotage his best efforts at safe sex - oh no, the condoms got old and expired, oops he gripped Hob so hard around the hips that he couldn't pull out, oops... Hob's stupid wonder-sperm and great genetics just kinda sealed the deal every time. And it's not like he complains when Dream comes stomping out of the bathroom with another fistful of positive pregnancy tests.

The twins were perhaps inevitable, since they run in Dream’s family, and poor Dream really does decide that this is his final pregnancy. TWO of Hob’s big bouncy 90th percentile babies inside him at once really is the limit of what he can handle, and Hob agrees. As sexy as it was seeing Dream get absolutely massive, he was also too exhausted to get off the couch for 3 months, and Hob doesn't want to see his darling like that again.

And Dream wants to enjoy his house-husband in all his glory. When he gets horny about Hob looking all sleepy with spitup on his jumper, Dream firmly smacks himself on the wrist and consoles himself with kissing Hob and running off to the bathroom.

Then again, in 10 years time, Dream will still be fertile. Maybe they'll have time and energy for one more baby (and Dream’s ankles might finally have become un-swollen).

[mia-does-nonsense]

Walkis Gang Headcanons - Charles Contini:

Warnings: None; Some slight manga spoilers

Being the only third year and the oldest out of the Walkis gang, Charles is the closest thing to a Responsible Adult™ this motley crew of madlads have. He has definitely looked at his juniors and thought, "Wow, thank god I'm the only normal person here" (No, Charles, no you're not).

Charles had probably one of the happiest childhoods out of the whole gang, because like I said before, most noble families (+ Innocent Zero) are shit at raising their kids. It wasn't 100% that great at first because Charles' father was a dick to Charles and his mom, until Mama Contini had enough and divorced her husband when Charles was still a little kid.

Honestly, shoutout to Mama Contini. One of the few good parents in the upper crust of magic society, and the one who introduced painting to Charles. Her only fault is that she coddles him a bit too much despite him being literally eighteen.

Mama Contini didn't raise no fool, though, because any household chore that needs to be done, Charles does it without being told to and without complaints. He finds it preposterous that there's guys his age and older who don't know shit about cooking, doing their own laundry, or cleaning up after themselves.

Whenever Charles visits his juniors in their dorms, 7 times out of 10 he gets an aneurysm because of how disorganized they are ("Do you make your mothers clean up after you at home, you pigs?!"), and kicks them out of their own rooms so that he can clean the place up from top to bottom. Galuf and Malcolm are the biggest offenders.

GREAT with kids. If anyone at Walkis needs someone to babysit their little siblings, Charles is their guy.

In terms of his magic ability, Charles is strong enough to have a Secondths. He just didn't get a chance to use it during the Tri-Magicathalon because 1) the rules of the Whack-a Mole room prevented him and Lance from directly attacking each other and 2) he underestimated Lance that badly. (I have no idea what his Secondths could be though 😭)

His personal magic, Vorp, currently has a distance limit. Charles can portal himself to anywhere in Walkis and is therefore never late to his classes, but he can't, for instance, create an effective portal connecting his dorm at Walkis to his mom's house. He's working on being able to travel longer distances via portals and is also trying to expand the size of his portals.

He has definitely jump-scared people by suddenly appearing behind them. Even though it's mostly by accident, almost the entire Walkis gang thinks he does it on purpose, and Charles at this point is too tired to correct them. The first time Charles accidentally portaled behind Galuf, Galuf let out a high-pitched scream, and no one has let him forget it since.

I have nothing to back this up, but Charles gives me dorm prefect vibes.

Charles is, in general, a pretty cheerful guy; you just can't tell at first though because his default expression makes him look bored to death at everyone and everything.

An absolute crybaby when he was in middle school at Walkis. It was his first time away from his mom, and the rabbiphone wasn't invented yet, so the homesickness hit him like a truck every damn day for like about a year.

The rest of the Walkis gang is pretty certain that Charles has some sort of pocket dimension in his, well, pockets because whenever someone needs something, Charles always comes in clutch with that exact thing. Galuf's dry eyes? Charles always has eyedrops at the ready. Levis, Lovie, and Domina's hair keeps getting in their way? Charles' got so many hair ties, it's ridiculous. Kenny's feeling more chilly than usual? Charles is already pulling out a handmade scarf. Anyone sneezed? Not to worry, Charles has spare handkerchiefs. And of course, there's his rabbiphone.

If there's anyone from Easton that Charles would actually get along with, it would be Margarette because they both have 'maternal instincts'. Listen, just imagine these two having brunch and gossiping about the shenanigans their rowdy kids juniors get into at their schools. Heck, they'd probably try to out-mother each other like it's some competition.

For the love of god, do NOT leave Charles alone in the same room with Lance ever. They will throw hands (wands?) at the slightest provocation. Charles is incapable of withholding snide remarks, Lance's Divine Visionary status be damned, and Lance won't hesitate to put him in his place. The siscon vs mama's boy beef is eternal.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Seven: Seaside

Barbara went out as Batgirl shortly after dinner, leaving Jason home alone to wait for Jim. As the night progressed, Jason lay on the couch watching tv. He wanted to be awake when Jim returned. It reminded him of how Jason often waited for his parents to come home, and that's what worried him most. As hard as he tried to stay awake for Jim's return, he couldn't keep his eyes open past two in the morning.

Jim dragged his feet as he entered the house around three in the morning. His body and mind were weary as he hung his coat up and kicked his shoes off. He turned the tv off and smiled at Jason, who lay curled up on the couch, holding one of the throw pillows to his chest. Jim picked Jason up and held him for a moment before taking Jason to his room to tuck him into bed. Jason took hold of Jim's wrist and mumbled, "Don't go... Please don't go." His voice was broken. Jim pushed Jason's hair back.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here... We might have to go get ice cream in the morning, though," Jim whispered as he sat down on the floor by Jason's bedside. Jason turned on his stomach, facing Jim, and he opened his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked. Jim took a deep breath.

"Mind if I tell you what happened and why I was gone so long?" Jim asked. Jason nodded.

Jim talked about his work with Batman and how many bombs they had to defuse around the city, and Jason stopped him. "But are you okay?" Jason asked. Jim paused, and his shoulders dropped.

"I'm exhausted, and I feel bad for how I left you earlier... I want you to know that I would've come home hours ago if I could've. I don't want you to think I abandoned you," Jim whispered.

"You were working," Jason yawned.

Jim left the room and showered, and climbed into bed. He lay awake for a few minutes only to hear Jason's footsteps in his room. Jim lay still and listened to Jason make a shuffling noise before complete silence. He turned on his side and met eyes with Jason. Despite the pounding in Jim's head, he opened his mouth and whispered, "It's cold down there. Come up here." Jason hesitated for a moment before climbing into Jim's bed, and he closed his eyes. Jim threw the blankets over Jason and took a deep breath.

"I was dreaming about my mom... My birth one. I mean, I don't know her, but maybe this is the way she wanted things to be. Maybe she didn't want me," Jason whispered, "Maybe she doesn't want to be found..."

Jim kissed the top of Jason's head. "I can't imagine someone not wanting a kid like you... But I honestly hope that even if you do find her, you'll consider making this your home for good," Jim whispered.

"You'd want me to stay for the next five years? Like until I turn eighteen?" Jason asked.

"Or until you're ready to leave home. I figure if you're still living with me by the time I retire, we could go live in Maine... Get away from all the noise. We could go fishing there," Jim whispered as he went on to describe the coastal cities and the lighthouses and the silence. Jason's breathing slowed, and Jim kept speaking as if Maine was some fairy tale place.

Jim drifted off to sleep only after he knew Jason was fast asleep. They both slept late into the next day, only waking once the sun was too bright to ignore. "Pop?" Jason asked as he sat up, and Jim groaned. "Therapy?"

"Mhm, we'll pick someone out together... But first, let's go eat, okay? I promised my son I'd take him out for ice cream," Jim smiled. Jason got out of bed, and he stood in the doorway.

"I know I just kind of got you, but... You're the best dad I've ever had," Jason whispered before waving. The words made Jim's heart heavy. He got cleaned up and dressed before leaving his room and ran into Barbara in the kitchen.

"You do realize that you just can't promise him ice cream and make things okay, right?" Barbara asked. Jim nodded solemnly.

"I know," he replied, "But I did talk to him about therapy, and he said he'll give it a try as long as I'm there with him."

"How'd you manage that? He wouldn't even—."

"I took a different approach. Do you want to come with us to get ice cream?" Jim asked. Barbara nodded.

"Sure, why not. I have a day off... Also, I noticed... This is the second night in a row that he hasn't slept in his bed," Barbara noted. Jim nodded.

"I know. But last night was sort of my fault. He was gonna sleep on the floor," Jim explained. Jason came out of the bathroom and stretched out. "Hey, I'll be downstairs." Jason nodded and moved to follow Jim before Barbara took his hand.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Barbara asked. Jason nodded and stood in the kitchen with her. "You okay?"

"Train me," Jason whispered.

"What?" Barbara exclaimed. "No! Are you crazy? You're just barely thirteen, that's way too young—."

"How old was Robin when he started? He didn't exactly look like he was in his early twenties," Jason whispered.

"Robin wasn't my baby brother. You are," Barbara replied as she tried to walk past him, and he grabbed her wrist.

"I already lost one family. I'm not gonna lose this one," Jason tightened his hold on her wrist, not to hurt her, but to let her know he was serious. She sighed.

"I'm not letting you in the field, but I'll consider it," Barbara replied, and he embraced her. She stood still in shock for a moment before hugging him back. "I'm serious. It's not a yes. I'm just thinking about it."

She tried to keep a stern look on her face, but she couldn't help but smile. "I call shotgun, Barbie!" Jason smiled as he ran down the stairs.

"Wait! No one calls me that!" Barbara shouted as she locked up and followed him down the steps and out to the car. Jason chuckled to himself in the front seat.

While they were eating ice cream, Barbara tried to think about the idea of a partner, but she knew he was far too young and much too traumatized to be out in the field. On the other hand, he would be too busy training to worry about losing them and decided that keeping Jason preoccupied was her best option.

She understood where Jason was coming from, but she was no Batman. She could only allow him to dream, nothing more. Barbara secretly hoped that he would lose interest as his fear of loss subsided. Only time would tell.

[rubydubydoo122]

Just wanted to tell you that I read 9 out of the 11 chapters of In Every Universe Still I Rise yesterday. I haven't left a single comment because each chapter left me so drained, as if I were the person that would be put to rest or has to watch his other variants die over and over and over again until the end of time.

I didn't know where this would be headed to but there are so many small ways in which you see that Dick's and Bruce's relationship with Jason is rebuilding. How they begin to see each other again. It feels so natural.

I love how the other Jason's are like this embodiment of goodness and yeah, innocence too, which is always painfully stripped away from them. There are the obvious ones, like the lamb and the angel. The kid on the street, the toddler. A hero, a martyr. A kid whose life was decided by a poll.

I can't make myself read the No Capes Au one yet. Because that Jason has no idea. No idea of vigilantism. Of the dangers that that life style brings.

Yeah, I understand the story being draining. It is very dark, and I find myself needing to take multiple breaks while writing.

I'm going to be honest, I have two endings in mind, and I haven't set my mind on how the fic is going to end, but I'm leaning towards one specific ending and.... I'm not going to spoil it. Even the friend who I've been talking to since I've had bulletpoints on a doc doesn't know how the fic is going to end, and I think it'll probably shock everyone.

Since there wasn't much of a plot to this story besides angst, I think it allowed me to focus on the characters relationship with each other more. From the acting strictly professional with each other in the first chapter, to Jason and Dick having their banter to lighten up the mood, to the first breaking of those walls all three of them have put up in the graveyard scene. Then there's the Lamb, the Baby back to back, and we see Dick and Jason let themselves fall back into being family. (I would say that their banter is definitely sibling banter, but the Wings chapter was more of the vunerable side to being a family especially during tough times) We also see in the hotel that Bruce is trying to comfort Jason, and it's something Jason desperately wants, but he doesn't let himself fall back into being Bruce's son. Then they go to the universe where Bruce, Talia, Jay and Damian definitely resemble a nuclear family, and Older more traumatized Bruce kinda just absorbs that energy, and we see him have a conversation about Jason's death with Jason without blaming him for it. And Obviously Dick caring about weather Jason lives or dies and all that Jazz. And just that little scene where Jason, Dick and Damian are sitting on the swing and Jason leans his head on Dick's shoulder for comfort. Then there's the, what I like to call the filler chapter, where Dick and Jason have their sibling banter and Bruce punches the Joker variant for saying Jason deserved to die, and I'm not gonna lie, I loved writing that chapter. The Dark Knights of Steel AU didn't really have much family bonding, but the No Capes AU... you haven't read that yet, but read it and come back to this post and tell me what you think. It's kinda like the last piece of the puzzle Jason needs to view Bruce as a father again.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

what is your second most favorite otp from any series?

AAAAAAHHHHH, DON'T DO THIS TO ME! There are some many pairings I love in so many books, movies, series, soap-operas, etc.

*sighs* Okay, gun to my head, there's three, in no particular order that I absolutely ADORE, have made me cry, and that I legitimately don't understand how anyone could watch these shows and not ship them (spoilers for Friends, How I Met Your Mother and The Borgias, respectively)

Monica and Chandler

Because I was just 4-years-old when Friends final season was aired, I already knew these two were going to be endgame when I watched the show - and it didn't take long for me to see the appeal, even when they were still supposed to be just friends.

They're just so affectionate with each other right from the start, cuddling on the couch, helping each other out - and Chandler just casually says stuff like "If neither of us is married when we're fourty, I'm totally willing to marry and have a kid with you just so you get the family you want" and actively tries PROVE to her he is boyfriend material and they make a game out of it??????? Genius. Perfect. Amazing.

And then it happens, they hook up and right away they're couple goals. Can't keep their hands off each other, are super clingy, all of their friends find them ridiculously adorable, Chandler matures A LOT and Monica is very patient with him because she knows he's used to hiding any emotional turmoil behind a sarcastic joke, and they can joke about and tease each other without either of them being too mean or too sensitive.

Also their conflicts never last more than one or two episodes and they never break up after first getting together, and it was a breath of fresh air coming from the same show that gave us Ross and Rachel.

Barney and Robin

They have INSANE chemistry, Robin was the only woman Barney was truly willing to change for, and Barney was the one guy Robin was with that ever truly liked her for who she was.

They. Deserved. So. Much. Better.

Seriously, I can't get over how unfair their ending was. There's a reason I tell Zutarians to give this show a watch before they complain about how their ship, that was never even canon, was "robbed of it's happy ending."

We see Barney and Robin being teased as potentially having at least a fling someday as early as season 1, they finally hook up in season 3, season 4 is all about him struggling with being in love with her, seasons 5-7 are all about them dating then breaking up while still being very much in love yet never properly reconciliating because life gets in the way, season 8 is them getting engaged and being adorably happy together, the 9th and final season is THE WEEKEND OF THEIR WEDDING and them working through every last issue they still have to make sure they will a long, happy life together as a married couple...

Then the finale goes and says "Actually, they divorced off-screen because their hotel room had no wi-fi. Sorry." WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? It's really no wonder the network cancelled the planned spin-off right after the finale aired.

Cesare and Lucrezia

Ah yes, a Nichya list of great ships includes a pair of siblings, specifically Older Brother X Young Sister, who would have thought? This time a kind of, sort of historical one! (Seriously, The Borgias is the kind of over-dramatic, historically inaccurate period piece I love wasting my time with, and the aesthetic is incredible).

Even as someone who is very into that kind of dynamic and that knew the show was gonna go there, I was still SHOCKED at how unsubtle is right from the start - especially once I found out the writer didn't want to play up the sexual tension originally.

Somehow, the first time we see these two on screen, Lucrezia is spying on her brother as he has sex and once he notices he playfully chases her around the garden, berating her for spying on him AGAIN, and then when they're on the ground together he just casually admits to loving her more than he loves God????????????????????????????? NORMAL SIBLING BEHAVIOR, EVERYBODY! NOTHING WEIRD GOING ON HERE!

I adore how protective (and possessive) Cesare is of her, ready to commit murder at the very thought of a man mistreating her - yet he is still willing to step aside when he thinks she found a good man, because nothing matters to him more than Lucrezia's happiness, not even his own. It just so happens that he always has to step in again because nobody loves her quite to insane degree he does, and thus she only feels truly safe, happy and loved with him, hence her saying "Only a Borgia can truly love a Borgia."

And they, legitimately, are insepareble. They're always close to each other, holding hands, hugging, cuddling, KISSING - all long before they're ready to admit, even to themselves that they're in love.

They are so clueless about what level of physical affection is normal between relatives that they made out in front of her husband and were surprised he found out about their incestuous affair.

And more importantly, thanks to the show being cancelled after season 3 instead of getting the planned fourth season, they never broke up! The show literally ends with them in each other's arms, accepting their love. I couldn't have asked for literally anything else.

[hollywoodsargeant]

Pretty random question, but what are your favourite things about Logan? Like some cute facts/things about him that you like and feel like people should know

I think a lot of people judge him too quickly, he deserves more love and appreciation :((

this is an excellent question anon... clearly i have a lot of things i like about logan. i really like logan. in case if this blog was not enough. BUT. i will yell about a few random things since you asked (+ i agree people are very quick to judge him. give my boy a chance. i cannot tell you how many times i've seen people say stuff like "i wrote him off at first but he actually seems sweet" STOP WRITING HIM OFF THEN!) anyways. Favorite Things

there's a lot of insanity going on here i love logan so much did you know

first and foremost. i love how much he loves his friends... and just how outwardly he loves in general... the "heart on his sleeve" thing does come from somewhere. given really any opportunity he Will talk about his friends and his family and every time it Kills me like :( whenever someone mentions how long he's been racing oscar he talks about it and there's one where it's mentioned he was teammates with oscar back in f4 and he's like "well actually before that too!" idk. surely you know how i feel about logan and oscar but logan has emphasized their friendship more than once and always stresses how they've gotten along so well forever and even being title rivals in f3 never came between them... my little loscar heart...

and still on that. him and kyle. i love kyle kirkwood (indycar driver + friend of logan) if you were not aware and he does the same thing where someone will bring him up and he's like "yeah kyle's my boy!" it makes me so...... put him in his indy 500 top 3 prediction bc he's his buddy and knows he's good was asked Just about key lime pie and had to say "well my friend kyle makes a really good key lime pie" even after he just said he never really eats pie? idk man. he just loves his friends <3

AND HE LOVES WHERE HE'S FROMMM like yes a bit in a patriotic american way and maybe i only like that because i'm american but he is such a hometown guy he clearly loves and misses florida and all the people he still knows who live there. have you seen his 10 things i can't live without interview that video is basically just 8 minutes of logan sargeant loving florida. and he's so cute in that video i love that video but he can and he will talk about being from florida at any given opportunity (+ very much harps on how much he enjoys being out on the water) and i'm sure some people think it's annoying but personally i find it very endearing... and putting the flag on his helmet he is just a proud guy. i care him. he's said he wants to race the indy 500 too which also gets the indycar fan in me but he wants to race it bc it's iconic and idk most f1 drivers don't want to do the 500 bc oval scary (real of them) but logan is like. no i'm Going to do it one day. it's the biggest motorsport event and i will do it. I WILL NOT REST UNTIL HE DOES.

this one is a bit more stupid but i am forever amused by just how much of a younger brother he is. maybe i just relate to him bc i'm also the youngest of two (and my sister and i have pretty much the same gap he has to dalton) but he is so little sibling energy, especially with alex. he's a little menace. particularly evident in the monaco road trip video where alex tells him to lie and he goes along with it while also trying to make alex do it for him (he's so me) and the sandwich challenge where he whines every time alex gets in his way. i know benny's kid calls him his older brother but he is so little brother it's unreal. on the brother note this fucking idiot cracked his rib karting with dalton and that's also hilarious

I DON'T KNOW MAN. i love listening to him talk. i love all his weird little quirks like how much shoulder he puts into his walk and how much he fiddles around and can't sit still and the way he almost seems to make himself smaller?? this guy is nearly six feet tall but he carries himself like a much shorter man i think it's endearing. i'm really endeared to his smile and his smiling habits (see my thesis it's a whole thing) and also all his other weird mouth ticks he has several i love that he always seems to want to be close to people (he's very touchy. if you pay attention) i love how weirdly shy he is (likes sunglasses bc you can hide behind them) i love his incessant need to have perfect hair all of the time like see the monaco video i linked earlier where he's riding in a convertible trying to fix his hair DUDE IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN i love. Him.

man. i just think. that i love logan. he is my favorite for a reason. and even if he is a bit of a rah rah american (i lit listed his americanisms as one of my favorite things i enjoy them) i am slightly tired of him getting written off as just being The American or not having a personality like he's definitely more private about certain parts of his life compared to other drivers but that doesn't mean he lacks personality. maybe he is a little more softspoken too which might not help but it is there!!! he is not a piece of cardboard you just aren't giving him the time of day!!! giving him enough time of day to say he's boring but not enough to actually realize he's not

[beanghostprincess]

Modern au trans Ace has been consuming my mind lately so I thought I'll just share all of my headcanons or else I'll explode:

• Sabo was the first person he had come out to. It happened when they were around 9. Ace had always felt that something was "wrong" about him. That the way he acted, his interests and past times, and just how he would do things were "unnatural" or wierd". Once Ace became familiar with the conspet of transgenderism he just opened up to him, and was met with instant support.

• Immediately after this, Sabo gave Ace his (trademark) transgender haircut in the bathroom of Dadan's house. She actually entered it while they were there and upon seeing it she cried out of happyness. (Mothers know everything)

• Coming out to Garp was a bit harder for Ace since he wasn't sure how an older person would have reacted, I mean Garp just left there his grand"daughter" and came back to a grandson after all. But we all know that Garp would never discriminate, and plus now he has another grandson to train.

• Luffy arrived in his life after a full year after he had transitioned, so at first Ace wasn't sure how to exacly explain this to Luffy, but he did manage to open up to him after they officially became brothers. Luffy wasn't just an innocent kid, while he didn't fully understood concepts like transphobia, to him Ace is just his brother so if anyone is mean to him or calls him names he'll just kick their asses.

• Ace had been homeschooled for the 5 years that would have been him attending elementary school. Middle school was the first time he attended an actual school and at first he wasn't open or confident at all and was ready to just beat up anyone who tried to shit talk him.

• Surprisingly he made a few friends. They were mostly just Luffy's friends who were older than him or his friends's siblings, but he appreciated it anyway. His absolute best friend ever tho is Kuina. I hd her as non binary using she/they so its just trans supporting trans, and they also have like a million of other reasons to be friends but those were already pointed out.

• His top surgery was payed by none other than his father Newgate. The Whitebeards pirates would be just this one tatoo shop Ace works at that Newgate he opened after "retiring" from biker gangs and stuff.

• Obbligatory T4T Yamace, but we all already knew this, didn't we?

• Ace gets the best older trans guy advice from Franky. Because to me, he is just what every trans guy aspires to be, cool and hardboiled. And who wouldn't want to get advice from the dude who did his own top surgery in his father's mechanic shop at 15?

These are all from me, but feel free to add your own or elaborate on the ones you like.

Trans Ace is so real to me that I quite literally can't imagine him being cis. It's just so,,, Weird to me. And I absolutely love everything you said. I definitely think Sabo was the first one to know and the one who helped Ace the most with his transition, also telling Garp, who actually is way better (if you can say 'better' when something isn't even 'good' but yeah) at raising boys. At least he understands them better. So I think he wouldn't have a problem with it at all even if he's more on the "I don't really get it that much, kid, but as long as you're happy" type of vibe. I agree with everything,, When he was younger he really didn't interact with many people and usually preferred to be alone. Teachers considered him more of a problematic kid than anything, and always compared him to Sabo with the typical "how are you like this when your brother is just so polite and smart!?" but then Sabo always ends up fighting the teachers for saying that shit in front of the class and Sabo stops being so perfect in their eyes (also he starts rebelling himself a lot against the educational system lmao). And not to talk shit about Garp, but talking shit about Garp I'm sure Ace would get in trouble a lot and Garp wouldn't show up to the meetings with Ace's teachers. That only makes Ace feel lonelier and everyone thinks he's extremely troubled. When he's literally a sweetheart to both Sabo and Luffy,, When he meets Luffy's friends, he starts to open up to people. He still gets in a lot of trouble, honestly, but that's just him. I think his classmates find out about him being trans, of course, and not a lot of people are okay with that. He truly wants to fight them but he knows that if he keeps going like this he'll get expelled and he doesn't like the idea of leaving Sabo and Luffy alone ('doesn't like the idea' meaning he almost gets expelled and Sabo had to scold him and tell him that even though he has his own friends he doesn't know what he would do without him in school), so Luffy and Sabo are usually the one defending him a lot of the time since the teachers, even though they're chaotic, don't really hate them (because look at those cutie patooties how could you hate Luffy???? He gets along even with teachers). The Whitebeard pirates accept him with open arms and he finally feels he has a place to belong to. Newgate doesn't even offer to pay for the surgery, he just pays without telling him first because he knows Ace wouldn't have let him do it otherwise. He's so so grateful for them. And his brothers. And his friends. And everybody that has ever supported him. I think that he has lots of issues with depression and self-image and he often has a hard time when he acts impulsively, but Newgate always helps him. He grounds him. Gives him something to focus on. And Franky is soooo fun to be around. Newgate tells him to go see Franky and give him the money he owes him, and that's how they meet, basically. It's obvious he's trans because he goes shirtless all the time and scars are there and everything... And Ace just has to ask about his experience. Franky helps him gladly. And it's not only cathartic but also very comforting. He also meets Robin there!!!! Because married Frobin in this one. And I think Ace would absolutely love her because she keeps being oh so nice to him. She kind of reminds him of Makino, and it's extremely sweet. I think Ace now goes to help Franky from time to time when the Tattoo shop doesn't really need him there or, well, whenever he wants to because he also is extremely interested in bikes.

T4T Yamace my beloved.... Guys being guys. Dudes being dudes. I think they meet because Newgate tells Ace something about this man Kaido (leader of a gang) who owes him lots of money or something or did something very nasty to him yadda yadda Maybe they just have beef from when Newgate was into the gang stuff. And Ace keeps saying he should go and settle things with Kaido and beat him up for that, but Newgate is retired and he really, really doesn't give a single fuck about it. Lmao. Ace says he could take down Kaido himself. Newgate laughs. Ace is too proud. So he ends up looking for Kaido and fighting Yamato late at night in the street and,, Well. You know how it goes. They become daddy issues besties and turns out Yamato does not want to follow his dad's steps. Ace is curious about Yamato's experience because he doesn't seem to want to have surgery or anything, and they keep bonding over their pasts and family and Yamato ends up joining the friend group. And it's so cute. Newgate can see the kid is in love because every day he waits for Yamato to come pick him up to hang out. Or maybe he begs to get out earlier to go see Yamato. He keeps talking about Yamato,,, All the time. Even Sabo and Luffy are done with him. It's endearing.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA This is just so good. Modern Au my absolute beloved.