#couldn't decide which lighting I preferred so I just said fuck it and did both lmao

[beepborpdoodledorp]

finally got around to actually drawing something for an AU I like with @chez-cinnamon's Gamemaster Kinger AU because. I mean. look. look at them

[mistywaves98]

plsplspls nerdy looking & virgin reader and cunty scara 🙏

This req is short but I love it ❤❤

✧･ﾟ:* ->Popular! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Slight Public sex(?), Praise, Petnames (good girl, doll)!

Decent grades, large friend groups, money, favouritism among teachers, looks to die for... Scaramouche had it all and he basked in the attention he received. But then there was you, his polar opposite. Aside from being a top student, there were a lot of things that you two didn't have in common. With you being a social outcast, preferring to bury your nose in a book than mingle with others. Not to mention those oversized clothes and weirdly large glasses that somehow framed your face so perfectly.

Scaramouche had only really noticed you when you both were paired up for a project and in that time he couldn't deny that he'd grown a sort of attraction towards you. You were just so goddamn cute in his eyes, so quiet and timid and pure...so corruptible... He'd be lying if he said that he didn't jerk off to the image of those wide eyes staring up at him so cluelessly whenever he talked to you. Or the way your skirt would sometimes ride up a little too high as you sat on his bed, giving him a peek of your panties.

Even after the assignment was handed up, Scaramouche found himself still seeking you out just to be in your company. It was then he realized that you seemed to develop a little thing for him too, getting nervous and overly jumpy whenever he'd enter the room, trying to hide your blush with one of your books, stuttering over your words. and goodness did it make him only crave you more. He finally decided to corner you in the library one day, getting a bit too close as his hands slowly roamed your body. Going lower and lower till they were tugging your skirt down.

And that's how you found yourself getting tongue fucked in a secluded part of the library. Your face was flushed as you sat on the chair which was now a mess of your arousal. One hand covered your mouth to muffle the noises he coaxed out of you, the other tangled in his indigo locks as you tugged him closer, desperate for release. Scaramouche absolutely lived for the sight above him, your sweaty body illuminated under the bright lights of the library adorned with your untidy clothes and disheveled hair.

The way your glasses slipped down your flushed face as you hesitantly met his eyes was absolutely adorable. It only made him want to make you squirt all over his face even more as he increased the pace of his tongue, the wet muscle delving into the tight depths of your gummy walls. His pleased groans vibrated against your sensitive folds, making you throw your head back in bliss as your nails dug into his scalp.

"Mmh... You're close, aren't you, doll? Look at you, falling apart on my tongue like this. You're so fucking cute when you try to keep quiet... But you can't because I'm just making you feel sooo good, aren't I?" Scaramouche drawled in a teasing tone, smirking against your cunt as he saw how it flustered you. He moved his mouth to latch on to your clit instead, plush lips engulfing the swollen bud as he sucks and licks at it feverishly while simultaneously stuffing your drooling pussy with two slender fingers.

The change in pace had your back arching, a loud whine slipping out as your eyes went glassy with tears. He was right, you were going to cum soon. Scaramouche gripped your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, relishing the way they squeezed his head when you did. His digits pumped in and out of you at a reasonable speed, occasionally curling to hit that spot that made you see stars.

It was getting harder to keep your noise on the low, with you practically biting your arm to try and distract yourself. Scaramouche noticed and lightly scraped his teeth against your clit, that little bit of added stimulation sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled to the back of your head while moaning a little louder than you would have liked. You came all over his face, drenching it with your juices. Scaramouche smirked as he pulled his mouth away from your pussy but not before pressing a wet kiss to your clit.

He pushed himself up on his knees, getting closer to your face as he took in your fucked out expression,"You're such a good girl, squirting all over my face like that. You taste absolutely divine..." He used a finger to smear off some of your cum from his face, making a show out of sucking it off just to see you get red in the face again. Then he stood up and switched your places.

Now you were on your knees in front of him while he sat on the chair that was now soaked with your essence. You got a great view of the very noticeable bulge in his pants, a damp spot already forming as he grinned down at you. Scaramouche carded a hand through your hair delicately, desire swirling around in those dark eyes of his as he said in a deceptively sweet tone,"Hmm, I wonder what people would say if they heard the nerd was sucking off the popular kid in the library?"

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R T H R E E: K E Y

You look around your entire apartment to see if Levi left the spare key you gave him. 

Nothing.

You sigh and admit defeat as you sip on your coffee which was made perfectly made. 

The bagel is warm so it couldn't have been long since Levi stopped by. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the bagel your ex boyfriend brought you. This too is perfectly made.

"He must've gotten these from the shop by his house." You say to yourself as you scroll through your phone, trying to kill time. You find Hange's name and text her to pick you up to bring you to your car.

Hange: Don't you have your car back already?

You: Um no... I woke up 15 minutes ago.

Hange: I helped Levi bring it to your house like 45 minutes ago. I thought you knew.

You move your curtain out of the way and see your car perfectly parked in your assigned spot. It looks like he got it washed, too. 

You're fuming. Who does this man think he is? 

You: I need you to give me my key back.

Levi: Why don't you start the conversation off with 'Thank you Levi for getting my car for me, getting it washed, and grabbing me breakfast'. 

You: I don't need to be nice to you. Give me my key back.

Levi: Ok but I made copies.

Of fucking course he did.

You: What is your deal? We're not together anymore so why do you need a key to my house? I gave you back your key.

Levi: You can get another key if you want.

You: That is not the point. The point is we broke up. So we don't need to be in each others lives at all anymore.

Levi: I never said I didn't want you in my life.

Tsk. The nerve of this man. 

You: You made it clear that you didn't want something long term with me. So what was the point of wasting both of our times?

Levi didn't respond. Ghosted. Typical for him. 

- 

The next day you have the opening shift - 6am to 2 pm. You prefer the morning shifts but the wake ups never get easier. 

You help serve the customers and make coffee - thankfully your shop is locally owned and doesn't get terribly busy. You also get to see the same faces every day which is comforting. 

When you look up after making a matcha latte, you see Mikasa Ackerman. Levi's cousin who you took on as your little sister. After the break up, you swore you would stay in her life. Your face lights up when her eyes meet yours and you run around the counter to give her a hug.

"Mikasa! God I missed you!" You cup her face with your hands. "You look good. How's life? How's Eren?" 

"I missed you too." Mikasa smiled. "I'm good and Eren is good. We would love to go to dinner with you soon!" 

"Okay, but your cousin is not invited." You half laugh, mostly because he might actually show up.

"Absolutely not." She grabbed her latte. "I've gotta run to work, it was nice seeing you! I'll text you!" 

The rest of your workday went as normal. No Levi interruptions. 

"Have a good day!" You wave goodbye to your boss and open the door to leave.

There he is, leaning against your car. 

You swat at him to get off your car. "Don't you have a job?" 

"I do. I'm on my lunch." Levi moved to the left of where he just was. 

"Okay... so go get something for lunch. I'm leaving." 

"I wanted to get lunch with you. We should talk." 

"Oh now we should talk." You raise your arms. "Now Levi Ackerman is ready to talk. That's great, talk to a therapist." You slam your car door and start the engine.

"If I talk to a therapist can I take you to lunch?"

"No."

"I want us to be friends." Levi leaned into your car. You can't help but stare at his sculpted jawline and his jet black locks that cover one of his eyebrows. He definitely just got his undercut done. 

"We can't be friends." You snap yourself out of whatever trance you were in. "I don't need any more friends."

"You have 1 friend and that's Hange."

"And that's enough for me. Anything else?"

"We're gonna be friends." Levi tapped the car window. "You don't really have a choice."

"You're like a roach." You press the button for your window to close. Levi's still staring at you intently. He never answered your text but felt so compelled to show up to your job and beg you to be friends? 

- 

As days go by, you feel the hole in your heart that Levi left start to close ever so slightly. You're nowhere near rebuilt, but you're healing. You spend your time working, writing, reading, and trying your best to avoid seeing Levi. He's stopped his random visits and hasn't text you, which feels... right. You're not supposed to talk to your ex boyfriend after you break up. Especially when you didn't want to break up but HE didn't want to commit long term.

...Right?

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

bday fic options! they try on clothes together and try to figure out their style now that they're in their innkeepers era; they're making out and it's starting to go somewhere but they keep getting distracted (stede in particular keeps wanting to info dump a bit); started watching a movie, got horny, bon appetit.

Whoo! I was so absolutely enchanted by the image of them trying on clothes together that I couldn't NOT pick that one (although there might be an additional pwp in the works where Stede accidentally edges Ed for half an hour because there's a documentary on TV).

“You can tell me that you hate it.”

“I do not,” Stede said, choosing his words very carefully, “hate it.”

“Alright, but you did that bitchy little thing with your face.” Ed raised his eyebrows, then let his breath out through his teeth. “Like that. And I asked for your honest opinion.”

“Alright.” Stede looked Ed up and down. “I love the fishnets.”

“Yeah, me too -”

“Do we think maybe the fishnets and the tights are a bit much? Together?”

“Fuck,” Ed sighed, letting his head thunk directly against the doorframe. “This is fucking hard.”

“You’re putting so much pressure on yourself, love.” Stede reached out, sighing in relief when Ed immediately slumped into his arms. Ed was trying so hard, but the huge baggy sweater paired with the flowy skirt that was so long it was hard to even see the fishnets-tights combo wasn’t exactly the height of fashion. “Not every outfit has to be…all this.”

“I’m hopeless,” Ed groaned, somewhere around Stede’s left nipple.

“Idea,” Stede said, and he and Ed started sorting their clothes into piles.

They both balked at the idea of throwing anything out. That felt too permanent. But they got a nice big box that could fit under the bed, and Ed’s Blackbeard leathers were the first things to go in it.

Stede was a bit surprised when Ed’s old black t-shirts, too, went into the box, but he was careful not to pass any judgment. Ed deserved to be able to decide his new style for himself.

Innkeepers didn’t really have a dress code, was the thing. And they both had a bit of a lot going on in their heads. Stede had gone from aristocratic finery straight to pirate-chic, and Ed had never really had a chance to figure out his style past the Blackbeard image. They’d both been buying new clothes nearly every time they went to the market, but they’d been a bit scared to really try them out.

In hindsight, suggesting that Ed come right out with an outfit that felt “him” was probably a bit too much to start with.

Once everything was sorted…

“Huh,” Stede said, looking down at his pile. He actually found he liked the low-necked pirate-y shirts very, very much, so those had stayed in his “innkeeper outfits” pile (“innkeeper outfits” felt much easier than saying “clothes that feel like me"). The leather pants could go into the box, except for one pair that he might bring out for…special occasions (Ed really liked nuzzling his face against his bulge before a blowjob in those pants. Sue them). Stede really did just prefer breeches and stockings - you couldn’t deny the amazing things they did to his calves. He had a few new cravats, in showy shades of red, and he didn’t want to give up his leather boots but he wasn’t about to pass up a few pairs of heels with fun bows on them.

“Whoah,” Ed whispered, and Stede turned his attention to Ed’s pile.

It was colorful, which was Stede’s first impression. Lots of cropped shirts in shades of pink and purple, a few plain, light linen breeches. Comfy wraps, skirts, even a sundress that he hadn’t been quite brave enough to try on yet but Stede knew would look amazing on him. A few low-necked, frilly shirts, too, things that were fun and swooshy. 

“Do you think that this is…” Ed cleared his throat. “Too much?”

“Just right,” Stede promised. “Wanna give it a go?”

Ed’s eyes widened. “Now?”

“Just for us,” Stede assured him. “Just for fun, right now.”

Ed looked at him, appraising, and when he finally nodded, the two of them couldn’t really stop giggling as they helped each other get dressed.

Stede chose a low-necked shirt, some fun matching pink breeches, and a pair of stockings that hugged his calves just right. Ed picked out a crop-top, one of the longer skirts with a fun pattern of strawberry plants, and some warm knitted socks.

They took each other’s hands as they walked to the mirror.

They looked…light. Comfortable. Them.

“Couple of cool dudes, right there,” Ed said, laughing to hide how he was getting a bit choked up.

Stede grinned, wrapping a hand around Ed’s waist.

It was nice, to look in the mirror and see them both looking so happy. So at home with themselves.

Stede thought he could get used to it.

[androgynousblackbox]

Can't Remember To Forget You. 6 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Alastor took care of preparing everything. It had been a too long while since he had a date with Lucifer. He couldn't just half assed it.

First, the menu that he was going to cook. That was easy enough to decide, knowing Lucifer's preferences outside of the cannibal dishes that they both enjoyed was an advantage. It took a surprisingly long amount of time to convince the man to let him do it in the first place, but he finally did it. He wasn't just going to order take out or something tacky like that.

Second, the place itself was still going to be just the Hotel, just as he promised, but the eating are would be their lobby. With just a few illusion spells and tables set up, it would look not that different than any other restaurant where they could go. All the other residents would have their own meals around them, but a little away to let them have as much privacy as they could want. His minions could occupy more space in order to truly sell the aesthetic he was going for.

They didn't need to get out anywhere to have as normal of an experience as everyone else had. He had proven to his husband that once by setting up a jazz club at the palace, after they had decided to have an actual relationship. In a way, it was fitting that after the unconventional way they started, they would keep the tradition alive by having their first date after already having a child together. Surely Lucifer would appreciate the humor in that when they shook hands.

As for the third final thing to take care of, Alastor thought he had taken care of that already. But apparently he was the only one who had that opinion when Angel came to his room, asking to see what he was going to wear. Alastor had no plan of showing him anything, but the spider demon unfortunately had eyes, was taller than him and he had already displayed his suits on his bed, going over which ones he was going to pick.

"You must be kidding me" Angel slipped under his arm holding the door despite his height and went inside, ignoring the growing static sound behind him. He moved around the bed, shaking his head despite the tentacles about to grab him to take him out. "Please, tell me that you are joking with this."

The tentacles stopped mid air.

"What is so funny about any of them?" asked Alastor, more than a little peeved.

Those were his best suits in his entire wardrove. He had to go to the palace itself for them. The one he used during his first official date with Lucifer was there and he was heavily inclined towards it, for nostalgia's sake at least.

"Okay, let me say it like this" Angel joined his four hands in front of him, as if asking patience from Heaven. Then he made a gesture towards all the suits. "Do you want to get hubby back? None of this is get hubby back clothing. He will see all this fancy shit and think why bother, this guy clearly has it all figured out, he is so proper and put together, he doesn't need me, I better keep my distance to avoid all of us the trouble and then good luck trying to get into his pants ever again."

"That is blatantly absurd" said Alastor, grabbing his black and red suit with a finished designed of skulls across the jacket that could only be seen under the movement of the light. "Lucifer has already seen me in all of them. This one I had it on when I proposed to him, he liked it already."

"Mmm-mmm" Angel nodded, bending forward as he put a hand under his chin, "and you don't think there is going to be any difference between that Lucifer that had already being with you for decades at that point and this new Lucifer who thinks is going to get on his first ever date, not only with you, but literally with anyone ever since who the fuck knows how long?"

Alastor put the suit back on the bed, calmly, fixing up any wrinkles that may or may not exist. He was not about to admit he did not consider that as a possible factor.

"Your point being?" asked, squeezing his jaw tight.

"If you want to attract this man, you have to be more obvious than this" Angel sighed, crossing his multiple arms. "Give him some eye candy. A reason to turn his brain off and fall for you all over again."

"You do realize this is merely one step to get him to make a deal, right?" Alastor could feel his smile twitching at the side of his nose. This whole conversation felt so stupid. "This is not about trying to rekindle his feelings for me. I just need him to trust me enough to give me his hand. Everything else will be back to how it was always meant to be after that."

Angel shook his head slightly, as if he wasn't seeing the obvious.

"What do you think the turning off his brain is supposed to accomplish in this scenario? Look, don't get me wrong, you did look hot on that one, but hot enough to the point I would trust you with a deal off the bat? Nah. I am just trying to teach you the cheat code to get a man to want to give you their life in one night."

"I don't need a cheat code" Alastor glared at him and finally grabbed the spider demon on his tentacles, elevating him on the air. "I don't need to cheat at all" The mere suggestion was offensive for him, like someone telling him how to simplify the job he did just well for years already. He huffed, barring his teeth. "Why do you even care? None of this is of any concern for you."

"Are you asking for real?" Angel stared at him upside down. Alastor could see that he was trying to frown, but wasn't managing the whole way through and a second later looked away. "Dude, you… you freed me. I know you did it because you think you owe it to Husk, but still. That fucking means something. So, maybe I don't know shit about how to make deals or whatever, but I know a thing or two about men in dates and if I can put it to good use, then why not, you know?"

"You think you owe me?" asked Alastor, rising an eyebrow. "Because you don't. My debt was with Husk and I paid it. If you want to thank anyone, thank him."

"Bitch, you have no fucking clue how any of this works, don't you?" Angel took a deep breath. "I told you, I don't care why you did it. This is not about debts or repaying or keeping it even or whatever bullshit you have going in your head. I want to do something nice for you because you did something nice for me. If after that I can still help you, I will do what I can even if you don't do anything else" He took another breath, blinking fast now. "I am never paying you back anyway. Nothing I ever do will be enough. So let me do this one thing just because. Okay?"

Alastor sneared. Angel did have quite a lot more experience than he did on romantic pursuits. When he was alive, all the dates he went to were just to weed out persistent suitors who didn't take the hint or out of curiosity, only to realize by the end he still did not care about them in that way. Lucifer was in another field that he was, no longer playing by the same rules that he knew worked the best on him. Back then, untying a bowtie was all he needed to do to get Lucifer's full attention. Maybe just listening what the spider could say could offer some fresh perspective. In the worse case escenario, he could just throw him out of a window anyway.

He turned away as he let his tentacles dissapeared at once, letting Angel to just hit the floor. Alastor stood closing his eyes. This was for the sake of Lucifer, for their family. He would do anything for either. Including this.

"What do you suggest?" asked, still tense.

"Fuck" Angel sighed as he stand up, rubbing his lower back. Only after he straighten up and shook his head, he regained his usual composure. "Okay. If we are doing this, we are doing it well. First, none of this" pointed at the bed. "Can I see into your closet now so I know with what are we working with?"

At least this time he did ask. Alastor rolled his eyes and gave a half hearted shrug as a response. Correctly reading it as a positive, Angel opened up the door and went over. For a few minutes he would see a piece and ponder about it, only to then shake his head and look something else. As he went deeper into it, Alastor's center was vibrating with barely contained static.

Finally, Angel perked up.

"Oh, now we are talking about! I was willing to borrow you something, but this baby could be it" Alastor almost shuddered to think wearing anything that had been on top of the spider's body. Who knew where that thing could have been before. When Angel came out his closet, holding what caught his attention from the hanger, Alastor tilted his head. That? "I didn't know you had it in you, Alastor! How come there is only one?"

He shrugged. What was so especial about that?

"Not my usual style. Lucifer gave it to me" commented and that detail made him consider it again. "For a date he had prepared."

"Perfect then! Then we know already he digs it!" Angel let the clothing hang in front of him, nodding enthusiastically. "Yep, yep, this is definitely the thing! He will follow you to the end of Hell wearing this."

He already was willing to do that before Heaven intervened. Alastor shouldn't be trying so hard to get what was rightfully his already. Alastor shook his head to shoo the thought. Later, when all of this was over, they could both rant about it.

"Well" said, taking the hanger himself, "I guess this will be enough then."

"Oh, no, Al, we are barely starting" Angel put two arms on his waist while he crossed the other. "That thing is cute, but we still need to make it justice. Do you still have the accesories? We may need to update those."

"Accesories?"

Angel rubbed his brow between two fingers.

"Oh, boy, we have work to do."

--

Charlie was checking box after box in her clipboard in her hands. Everything had to come out as perfect as it was possible. If her parents had a nice date, then Lucifer was going to trust in Alastor more and thus set the ground work for him to accept a deal. Granted, she had never made a deal before, less than anything with her papa, but that just made sense to her. She would have made a deal with Vaggie after their first official date if there was any need for it. Along with anything Vaggie asked of her. So working on setting up everything felt right for her.

A part of her, that usually she tried to ignore, couldn't helpt to wonder what was taking dad so long. Papa was the devil, so that had to mean something about how good he was at spotting bad or good deals, but dad's entire life in Hell had been making deal and this would be literal the best one any of them could do. Maybe she was missing some nuisances in the whole process. Something that had to be treated carefully and wasn't as easy as "hey, you agree to take my hand and I agree to give it to you, what else you need, pal." Dad had to know what he was doing. That is why he was the overlord in the family.

She just missed how things were. Not having to pretend that Alastor was not part of her family was harder than she expected. Pretend that everything was perfectly fine. Pretend she didn't know the exact reason why papa was more prone to succumb to his depression than he ever was before. He might not remember it himself, but somewhere on him knew that he was missing something important.

However, no matter how bad she wanted to change everything, dad had to go through it even worse. She might not have the shine ability of papa to see love, but she didn't need to either to see that Alastor was struggling. She could see it in the way that he second guessed himself when being around Lucifer. Where before there wouldn't be any hesitation on reaching out and enter in contact, more often than not Charlie saw her dad staying with his hand in the air or stopping himself from coming too close. The way that Alastor kept staring at Lucifer whenever they shared the same space, intensively, as if that alone somehow was going to break the spell, was just painful to witness. The fact that she had never seen that side of her own father was only all the more motivation to get everything in order, create the right atmosphere, do whatever it was needed.

All the tables were set, all the food was ready to given. Most dishes prepared by the cooks from the palace, but the ones destined for Lucifer and Alastor were made by the radio demon himself and set to a side before he went to prepare himself. It smelled all delicious, spicy, and comforting in the air. The rockola of Alastor was already set up in a corner to provide the music. Charlie looked down to her little assistant strapped to her chest and patted their head.

"Do not worry, little sibling. We are all going to be have our family back in no time" assured them, even though Artemis had no worries at all. But they still cooed softly in response to her words and Charlie took that as enough. As she let them grab her fingers to play with, she grabbed her hand with the other hand and put it against her face. "Everything is ready in our side!" said as soon her call pick up. "Waiting for further instructions! Over!"

"Charlie, we are using our phones, not walkie talkies" Emily chuckled at the other side. "No need for over."

"But it's fun to pretend! Artemis totally agrees with me! Right, little sib?" cooed, presenting the phone to Artemis, who jumped a bit while making a baby sound for her. "See? Over."

"Well, can't argue with that logic" Emily chuckled again. "Alright, if everything is done over there, then we only need the guests of honors. I will check on papa while you go get dad ready" After a beat she added: "Over."

"Roger that, sis! I am on my way to papa's room. Let's make this a great night. Over and out! That means we can hang now!"

"Oh, okay. See you later, you two! Over and out!"

"Love you!" Charlie said as her goodbye, closing the call.

Emily sighed, watching her phone. Falling from Heaven and into hell had truly installed a bunch of new abilities she quickly had to learn. Like just full faced lying to her sister to not add to the stress she was already carrying.

Because if she said that she had already gone to check on papa and he had locked up in his bathroom for the past 10 minutes, that could be somewhat demotivational and that wasn't the attitude they needed tonight. She could handle this. She totally could. Totally.

Taking a deep breath, Emily went over the thankfully small pile of duckies in the floor to knock on the bathroom's door.

"Papa?" called again. "I am sorry, but if you are not going to open, I going to have to come inside. Is that okay with you?"

For a second she though that he wouldn't respond, but then the soft voice of Lucifer reached her.

"Okay."

"Here I come" warned still, opening a small portal and landing inside of the bathroom. She easily found the top of Lucifer's head standing up over the edge of his empty bathtub. As she moved closer, the king curled himself on a tighter ball, burrying his face between the legs against his chest. He looked even smaller than usual. "Papa" said, gently. She doubted for a moment, but finally she did reach out to pet the blonde hair. "What is wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, sweetie" Lucifer sighed, without lifting his head. "I just suddenly realized this is going to be my very first date in more than a thousand years and maybe there is a good reason for it."

"But you never had a date with Alastor before" Emily tried to add some enthusiasm to her voice. Once she was convinced that it was to the sake of avoiding more harm, it was easy to lie. She had become so used to it since Lucifer returned from Heaven. "You never know. It could be fun."

"With the father of the child I didn't even know I had until a few days ago. A child he didn't know was mine either during the whole thing" Lucifer's shoulder agitated with a wheeze, a laugh that never completed itself. "No pressure at all."

"Don't say that" Emily sighed, getting in the tub to sit in front of him. "Alastor does not care about any of that anymore, papa. He understands you had no choice."

"I mean, that is not entirely true, isn't it? I could have chosen to not get blasted enough that I couldn't even remember wishing to have a child with a fallen I barely knew in the first place" Lucifer pressed his head harder against his knee, groaning. "You would think that I would know better than that by now."

"Okay, so you didn't plan for any of it, so what?" Emily came a little closer, placing a hand over the one Lucifer was using to hold his legs. "Alastor is happy now that Artemis has their father. Artemis is happy with you as their father, just like me and Charlie are. What does it matter now how it happened?"

Lucifer took a shaky breath in, tensing up.

"It matters because I don't know what I am doing" said finally. His body started to rock itself back and forth. "I should have never let any of you convince me into this. What I am supposed to do if everything goes wrong? What if Alastor decides he doesn't want Artemis to live here anymore? They are going to grow up hearing that their father was too much of a fuck up to bother with. They could reject my last name altogether and take Alastor's instead because why would you want to carry the name of a man that didn't raise you?"

"Or" suggested Emily softly. "Or everything turns out okay. You both have a good time, regardless of what you decide to do after that, and Artemis grows up just fine with two parents that get along most of the time, with us. A normal happy family in Hell where we all do our best and care for each other."

The rocking of Lucifer didn't stop, even though now his chuckle could be heard clearly.

"Yeah, right. That sounds realistic."

That hurt a little, or maybe more than a little, but Emily ignore it.

"It is. We have managed between ourselves, haven't we? We can add two more" Emily sighed. "Papa… Alastor won't ran away even if this date isn't perfect. He wants you to be there for Artemis too."

"A couple of weeks is not enough to decide to raise a kid with someone. He has no idea who I am."

"What is there to know?" Emily came closer, wrapping her arms around the figure of Lucifer. "That you sing while you cook? That you give the best hugs in all of Hell that I have ever had? That you saw a fallen angel you had no relation, no reason to help at all, and gave her a home? Is that supposed to be a deterrent?"

"Sweetie…"

"No" Emily sniffled, containing herself. "That is my papa you are talking. I won't have you talking badly about him. Maybe I didn't grow up with you like Charlie did, and I was never a baby in the first place, but if I did, I know you would have done a fantastic job raising me. Artemis is so lucky they will get to experience that" She moved her head slightly, hugging him tighter. "This is just a date. Just think of it like going out to eat with a friend, because that is what you are doing. Regardless of what happenes tonight, nobody is going away anywhere. If there are any problem, we handled it. I promise you, it will be okay."

It felt like a long time passed before Lucifer sighed and lifted his arms to hug her, locking hands in her back. He didn't say anything at first, so Emily just squeezed him just as much as he did. Finally, the tiny king swallowed up.

"You would have been the cutest baby ever" said, choked up, and Emily had to laugh, even as her eyes overflowed.

"Yeah? Well, you would be the expert here, I suppose" said, separating a little, just enough to whipe her cheeks with one hand. "I have only seen Artemis and pictures of Charlie as a reference."

"No doubt about it" Lucifer patted her hair. Emily finally had a chance to see his face, blushing gold, still avoiding her gaze. "I am sorry. You must think I am so stupid."

"Never" Emily kissed his cheek and wrapped his neck on her arms. "I told you, stop talking bad about my papa or I will… do something."

"Scary" Lucifer chuckled softly.

Emily tighten up her hug.

"You have every right to feel however you want to feel, papa. You are no stupid for that. But also remember to have a little faith, okay? You are here at home with all of us. There is nothing we can't all handle together. It will be fine. Dare I say, fun too?"

Lucifer sighed deeply.

"I guess it's too late to turn back now, huh?"

"Very much so late. Super late" Emily moved away, keeping her hands on the shoulders of the man. "Artemis was so looking forward to be your waiter."

"Oh, well. In that case" Lucifer inhaled, standing up on his bathtub. He came out there and offered a hand to help Emily do the same, that she accepted, "I better not make your little sibling wait for long."

--

"Dad?" called Charlie, knocking in the door of the room next to the nursery. She could hear some static coming from the inside. "Everything okay? Can I come in?"

"Everything is fine, dear" Alastor's voice reached her with a light groan. "If you must."

"I do, thank you" Charlie opened up and closed behind her before turning to see her dad, sitting on a chair in front of his desk. The desk that was filled with make up, brushes, sponges and other things that it wasn't difficult to see wasn't from the radio demon originally. But the thing that immediately caught her attention wasn't any of that. "Oh, dad!" squealed, coming over to where Angel was standing, bending over to see his work. She gasped, holding her cheeks. "You look beautiful!"

"Told you" said Angel, casually giving Alastor's cheek a little puff of his fluffy brush.

Alastor himself looked one second away from biting the spider demon, but did relax a little upon seeing his own fawn. Charlie already knew it wasn't the the outfit or even the make up that truly bothered him. It was the letting someone that wasn't a family member anywhere close to his face without being part of a meal.

"If you say so" respond Alastor with a shrug.

"I do say so! Come on, let me see you up!" Charlie took the hands of Alastor and cooed upon seeing his claws shiny, polished.

She kept pulling until Alastor finally stand up. As soon she let go, the man crossed his arms.

The red dress he was wearing was velvetty red, long enough to fall around his feet elevated with red heels with gold straps. The neck was a thin V that finished on the back of his neck, letting some of his chest fluff to stand out, but keeping the illusion of a filling chest. To finish the framming of Alastor's figure, the skirt had an opening that went up his thigh, constantly revealing the leg as it gathered at the waist. A thin gold bracelet matched with both the heel and the fake earrings attached to his ears, connected by a chain to each other like the suggestion of a crown.

"Turn around!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, but it was her asking, so he did just that, revealing a uncovered back, where the scars of his wings were clearly visible, before returning to his previous position. Charlie clapped.

"Oh, I remember now. You used this dress before, right?"

"Your father gave it to me" Alastor sighed, putting a hand on his waist. "Not my usual style of clothing, but he seemed to like it at least."

"I bet he will love it now! You look so pretty! Isn't he, Arty?"

Artemis cooed softly. Alastor bended over to caress their cheek cheek and earned himself a goofy smile in return.

"See? They totally agree!"

Alastor chuckled slightly.

"Clearly, you both would know better than me."

"You are welcome, by the way" said Angel, closing his compact, hiding it between the fluff of his chest. He started to gather all his supplies from the desk back into his bag. "Charlie, be honest, wouldn't you be dying to shake the hand of someone that looked like this? The hotter they are, the most trustworthy, of course. Nobody can resist a good contour. Not to toot my own horn, but if you end up with a new sibling after this, I am taking the credit."

The sound of a record being destroyed in real time ripped the air.

"Angel, this is my dad still so maybe don't" Charlie laughed nervously.

"I think you had enough participation in this already" Alastor snapped his fingers.

Angel just rolled his eyes, accepting his fate as the black tentacles emerged from the ground. From him losing contact with the floor and then carried outside the room, passed merely a few seconds before he was thrown out to the hallway.

"You know I am right, Al!" reached the voice of Angel to them before the tentacles closed the door.

Alastor groaned, rubbing his temple. He didn't had time to be irritated for long before Charlie hugged him by the side, as strong as she could.

"How are you doing, dad?" asked softly, looking up.

"Honestly, at this point I just want to have dinner" Alastor sighed, patting her head between the antlers. He understood the question was more for Charlie's benefit than his own. "Dear, I had plenty of dates with your father already. One more does not make much of a difference."

"But things are different now" Charlie sighed, nuzzling his side. "Papa is… different. I know he always had his issues, I understand, but now they seem worse. I only remember seeing him like that when you… well, you know."

When he got killed during the Extermination and they thought he was gone forever. Alastor rubbed her shoulder, giving her a firm squeeze.

"He is still Lucifer at the end of the day" assured her. "Regardless of what happened, I recognize the same man. I can handle it. It will be fine, my dear."

Charlie inhaled deeply and squeezed him back with one arm.

"Good luck, dad. Love you."

Alastor hummed and bended to kiss her forehead. Then another one for Artemis when he made a sound that demanded attention.

"You, little one, need to get prepared too" said gently, booping their nose. "The costumer service needs to be up to standard, doesn't it? What are the food critics going to say if one of the waiters is going around with just an bunny onesie?"

"I almost forgot!" Charlie clapped her hands together and ran to the door. "Everything else is ready, dad. We only need the two of you!"

With that, Alastor was left alone. He looked himself on his biggest mirror. His ears twitched slightly, making the golden chains to move. That was another way to call attention to them, one of the features already knew Lucifer was inclined to appreciate. Ever since Lucifer find out about Artemis, Alastor didn't saw any need to keep using his ilusion spell inside of the hotel when it wasn't needed, so the face looking back at him was slightly different than the one who first used that dress.

But it was always him, no matter how much he changed. Heaven could never take that away from him. Just like Lucifer was still the same man he came to know for decades at his side. One single deal, that was all he needed and then Lucifer would know him just as well.

He checked on his watch and then put it again on a hidden pocket inside the skirt. He didn't need it like when Lucifer originally made it for him, but it was comforting to know that it was there, to feel its weight against him. A reminder that this was all worth it, that it was real.

Nodding to himself, he came out his room. His tentacles made sure to take the skirt out of his way so there was no risk of stepping on it. Heels were never a comfortable wear, but it was going to be a cold day in Hell before Alastor walked with anything less than total confidence with them. As he came out to the entrance of the lobby, he saw the circular tables arranged across it and a small furniture like the true host of a restaurant would have.

Emily had already changed into a light blue busines suit, bending over as she spoke with Lucifer sitting on the first step of the stairs. From his position he couldn't see much besides the white jacket the king was wearing and that it wasn't the same jacket that he wore normally. As he grabbed to the bar at his side to descend, Alastor willed his tentacles to be ready if he happened to slip, while at the same time willing himself to not slip.

When he came closer, Emily finally lifted her eyes to him and straighten up.

"Papa" called softly, without lowering her head.

"Oh, shit" let out Lucifer, jumping out of the step and fixing up his suit quickly.

It was, just as Alastor imagined, one that he had only seen in very rare ocassions when Lucifer bothered with a social gathering. White pants on top of brown shoes, right under a white vest matching the jacket. The only points of a different colors being the embroidery details in gold on both the chest pocket and the lapel and the red tie on top of a soft lilac buttoned up. It all just complemented the figure of the king perfectly, making him look more imposing, more square. But of course the thing that completed the look was the face of the monarch as he lifted to him.

Alastor swallowed up at the rapid beating in his chest. Something that beautiful had no right to exist, none of at all, but since it did, he had no option to treat it like it didn't make him wish to get his hands all over the man. There would be time for that later. For now, he had to be patient. As he descended to their level, he casually flicked his hair back as he didn't feel the red eyes looking at him all over. The only thing he cared about was a note of recognition, the sign of a piece of a memory slipping through the cracks. For a singular second he thought he got that, only for Lucifer shake his head slightly and leave only the amazed look planted instead. It wasn't a bad look on him. But it wasn't either what he wanted the most.

"I hope I wasn't too late" commented casually, since nobody was saying anything.

Lucifer swallowed up and stand near him, offering his arms for him. The gesture was automatic, just a mere courtesy towards one's date.

"N-no. No. No, not at all" managed to say finally, clearing his throat. "Y-y-you…" he grunted, frustrated with himself, forcing to try again. "You look very nice. I… I wasn't expecting it, actually."

"Oh, this old rag?" Alastor chuckled lightly as he hold the arm of Lucifer as he made the last steps. "It's just a little something I happened to find in my closet and didn't wear in a while, so might as well. You yourself are not that bad, your Majesty. Sorry, I meant Lucifer" said with a teasing note.

Lucifer blushed more than a little and coughed into his head, looking away.

"Th-th-thank you" said, looking down and shaking his head again. "Uh… Host" As if suddenly remembering that Emily was standing just there, Lucifer made a gesture towards her. "Uhm… place, please?"

"Of course!" Emily perked up, smiling big as she guided them towards a table at the very end, almost covered in curtains so there were secluded. With her, the other residents of the hotel started to wait for their turn, dressed up just as elegantly to fit with the theme. "Please, have a seat you two. Our very adorable waiters will be with you in a bit!" She turned to leave, but then she bended over to squeeze Alastor's shoulder. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Thank you, dear" Alastor patted her hand and smiled at her for a moment before they both let go.

"Oh" commented Lucifer with a light chuckle. "I didn't know you and Emily got along that way. I don't… think I have ever seen you letting anyone touch you like that. Not saying that is a bad thing or anything, obviously, your space your rules, just… yeah."

"She has been a very kind young woman ever since I met her" Alastor shrugged slightly. "I don't mind such gestures coming from those I consider close."

"I-I see" Lucifer coughed against, resting his elbows in the air as he inclined forward. without meeting his eyes. "I-I am really sorry, I am so rusty at this I don't really know what to say."

"That is okay" Alastor put a napkin on his lap and supported his elbow in the table too, in order to rest his chin on his palm. "How about your latest creation? How is that going?" Getting Lucifer to talk about something he was already interested in was usually the way to get him to not think so much about his words, to just relax.

"I-uhm" Lucifer looked away, scratching the back of his neck. "I haven't actually done much of anything new lately."

"A lot of work?" suggested Alastor, snapping a fingers. His rockola started to play music on the background as the other tables were being filled in. Lucifer looked over at the other residents, a light flinch not escaping Alastor's eyes. "Being a king of an entire realm can't be easy" added to try to distract him.

"No. I mean, yes. But no, it's… I don't know, lack of motivation, I guess? I have ideas, but end up doing nothing with them. Just the same duckies of always, over and over."

"I am sure it's just temporary. Every creative person goes through that."

Lucifer sighed, finally looking up to him. The eyebags were still there, even if he knew for a fact that Lucifer had been sleeping better with a radio at his side. It seemed he wanted to say something when suddenly Charlie, carrying Artemis on her chest, stand at the side of their table.

"Good evening, gentlemen!" said with a pretend french accent, twisting her fake moustache. Lucifer's face light up at seeing her, but then melted at seeing that Artemis also had his own little waiter costume, a replica of their sister's in smaller scape, with another moustache to match. "We welcome you to the Hazbin Plaza and hope you are having a lovely time. These are your menus. We are the unstoppable duo of loyal waiters to come take your orders" she said very formally, giving them their options. "Right, Artemis?"

"Bah!" Artemis agreed, nomming their hand.

They ended up with a single piece of laminated paper painted and drawn by her, with one meal at the front of it all with only one whine under the drinks section.

"Oh, sheez, I don't know!" said Lucifer with a more comfortable chuckle, lifting a hand to play with the hooves of Artemis. "You seem like a smart and sophisticated kind of person to me if I ever saw one. What is your recommendation for tonight, buddy?"

"Let me check!" said Charlie, blowing raspberries on the blonde head of the baby, who immediately giggled happily. The fake french accent now completely forgotten. "Yes, yes, yes, you are so right. They say that you should totally have the pork chops with apple sauce. They are to die for. Then some red whine to accompany it and for dessert, well, ice cream never fails!"

"That sounds positively delightful. The chef who prepared that surely must have done an exceptional job to get a high recommendation from such a knowledgeable source" said Alastor, giving the menu back. "I will have just that then."

"Me too" Lucifer did as well, shaking slightly the other hand of Artemis, something that had the baby drooling with a happy smile. "See you later, buddy. I wouldn't want to retain you during your work."

"Two orders coming right up!" announced Charlie, unnecesarily saluting. "We will be back in no time. Have a very agreeable conversation until then!"

With that, she moved over to the kitchen. Lucifer followed them all the way, sending a little wave to them. His smile was bigger, sincere, and it makes him so much more handsome like that.

"Fuck, remind me to take a picture of them later" commented with a grin. "Wasn't that the cutest thing you have ever seen in your life? My poor heart almost can't take it" sighed, blisfully.

Alastor did not have the ability of high ranking angels to see when someone was feeling love in their heart. But he liked to imagine that Lucifer looking at their children could have illuminated the entire hotel by himself.

"I guess we have to thank the parents they come from for that" commented with a smirk and Lucifer seemed caught off guard for a moment, until the meaning of those words fully sink in and he blushed again, but trying to cover it up with a chuckle.

"Smooth" admitted after a beat. "You… are you sure you don't have a lot more experience on this?"

"Positive" Alastor saw the hand Lucifer left on the table and made a minimal movement towards it. Before he could reach him, though, Lucifer brought it back to his lap. "I am just used to make conversation anyway, I suppose. Radio is a living medium, after all. If you don't learn to keep talking, there is only silence for the other side and to hear nothing you wouldn't need a radio."

"I noticed that" Lucifer grabbed the napkin on the table and started twisting it on his hands. "You are good at improvising."

"Years of practice, dear" let out slip, waiting to see if Lucifer had a negative reaction to it. Seeing as Lucifer was still looking down, he took that as encouragement. "Someday you could come to the studio with me if you want."

That made Lucifer looked up.

"And talk about what? I don't think your audience wants to hear about my duckie collection."

"Oh, well, maybe not usually" Alastor smirked. "But when there is true passion behind it, any subject can become interesting just because it's interesting for the speaker."

Lucifer gave him a tiny smile and shrugged.

"I don't know."

"I will classify that as a maybe then."

"It's an I don't know" Lucifer smiled a little bigger. "I think I am a better listener anyway. That I do wonderfully, thank you."

"I could listen too sometimes. With a voice as yours, dear, I am sure any listener would appreciate no matter what you speak of."

Lucifer's whole face turned gold. Alastor bite the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to lick that cheek, sniff the wonderful smell of Lucifer's blood reacting just under his body. Before any of them could say another word, though, Charlie came rushing with a big tray on her hand.

"There we go!" She served both of them and then made a dramatic gesture as she opened up the bottle of wine, filling their cups. She the tip of her fingers and opened up her hands, just as Artemis clumsily attempted to imitate the gesture. "All just warmed up for your delight! Don't hesitate to call us again if you need anything!"

"We will, sweetie" Lucifer cooed, making kissy faces to Artemis. "You go be the cutest little waiter that has ever been, buddy. Papa is so proud of you. Yes, he is! Both of my babies" added, smiling up to Charlie.

Charlie bowed her head, the biggest smile spreading in her face.

"In a little bit we will prepare the dance zone for all our costumers. Please, enjoy!" finalized, now going to the next table and completely missing the way that Lucifer's face fell at that.

"I didn't know we were going to be dancing" said with a tiny voice that actually surprised Alastor.

"We don't have to, of course" clarified, regaining his composure. "It was just an option to make the night more lively, that is all. We can just stay in our table too."

Lucifer over his shoulder towards the rockola, still playing an old timey song, and then sighed.

"No, it's fine. We… we can do a song or two, it's fine" The king took a breath and finally looked at their plates, both eyebrows raising as if surprised himself. "This look really good. Smells amazing too. Did they hired a chef for this? They shouldn't have."

"Luckily for us, the chef is an extremely generous man that just so happened to already live in the hotel" Alastor grinned as Lucifer lifted his eyes.

"You? Oh, buddy, that is… great" It didn't sound like he thought it was great. Alastor took a sip of wine before tasting the food to avoid push him about it. "Well, thank you. Bon appetite!" added awkwardly, eating his first cut and instantly melting. "Okay, no, fuck that. That is amazing. What the fuck."

That was a better response.

"You sound shocked, Lucifer" Alastor smirked as he was having his own first bite.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean it like that. I guess I am just… didn't expect it, that is all. I am usually the one cooking around here."

"More reason to change things up for once. I don't mind spending my time in the kitchen if it's for a good cause and for an audience I know will appreciate it."

After that, somehow, Lucifer started to relax a little. He spoke a little bit about his ideas for future stories to tell Artemis and Alastor, when asked, talked about the first radio shows he enjoyed as a kid. By the time both their plates were empty and Charlie passed to pick them up, Vaggie was already helping everyone else to move their table to leave the zone open.

Alastor looked over at Lucifer, willing to sit this one out at the slightest sign that it was too much for him to handle. It first seemed that was the case with how Lucifer was knocking the table with his index and bouncing of leg, but then he took a breath.

"Fuck it" said, standing up to take out his jacket, leaving it on the chair. Then he came to offer his hand to Alastor, a valiant attempt at an smile. "One song is not going to kill me."

"I would hope so" said Alastor, taking the hand as he stand up. "How dreadful it would be to have a king that gets down for something so simple" added with a light smirk and Lucifer scoffed.

"You know, I am starting to think you never knowing when to shut up is going to be a problem" commented the king, but a smile was fighting at the corner of his mouth and his voice didn't sound actually upset at all.

"Too early to tell, my dear" Alastor afianzed his grip on Lucifer's hand. It was so easy, like two slots that were always meant to fit together. "You might consider it a blessing in the long run."

"Doubt it" Lucifer smirked back. Until they reached the center of the dance zone, that was also the center of the whole lobby, the attention of the monarch was all on him and Alastor didn't need anything else. But as soon he snapped his fingers to change the music, placing his other hand in Lucifer's shoulder to let him lead, a sudden tension came by and stayed hanging from the muscles underneat the shirt. "Did you made the selection of music too?" asked, looking up.

"Obviously" said Alastor, not stopping to wonder why that fact seemed to make him so uncomfortable. "I am clearly the only one in this place with any acceptable taste in music, so might as well. It didn't cost me more than a few seconds, if that. I barely had to even think about it" added, just in case Lucifer was worrying about his time investment on this whole date. It looked like he was right, because at least somewhat of the tension faded away at his word. But only some. "Do you dislike it, Lucifer?"

"No" Lucifer rushed to say. His hand lifted to the lower part of his back, palm warm as he expanded. Alastor didn't know how he managed to not shiver because Lucifer was directly touching skin, right above where the dress started. "I mean, it's good music. That is all."

It was also a calm song, not necessarily one to slow dance to, but that left the possibility open anyway and don't stand out. As they swayed together, Alastor was starting to notice the way that Lucifer's eyes looked at the other residents with big eyes, aware of how many peaks they were making on their direction specifically. The moment his breathing started to agitate, going faster and faster, Alastor knew what was coming and he pushed the king closer to him to reach his ear.

"I can take us out of here, Lucifer. Do you want me to do that?" asked, hating having to do it at all. In another time he could just do it immediately without question.

It seemed an eternity passed until Lucifer, breathing heavy, gave him a tiny nod. That was all that Alastor needed to hug him closer as they were both consumed by the darkness.

His first idea was of course his room. But that could be read in any number of ways and he needed Lucifer to calm down first. When they came out to see an illuminated room again, they were surrounded by rows of books in shelf. The library in the second floor, where Charlie made sure the walls were sound proof to avoid disturbing anyone's reading.

Alastor lifted his hand just barely and Lucifer took a step back, grabbing his chest.

"It's okay" said, conjuring a paper bag and reaching it to him. "Breath inside of this. It helps."

Lucifer's eyebrows made a creace between them for a moment, as if asking if he really thought he didn't know that already, and only lasted one second before he grabbed the bag anyway and started using it.

"There" Alastor sighed and placed a hand between Lucifer's shoulder blade, gently moving him towards the couches at the end of the hallway they were in. Lucifer let himself fall on it, eyes closed, bag stuck to his face, and Alastor robbed his back up and down. "Just breath. Everything is fine. Just breath."

Eventually Lucifer started to calm down. When his chest could finally go at a more normal pace, only then he separated the bag from him, letting his head hang between his arms. Fingers ruffled his blonde hair as he let out a frustrated groan.

"I told you I am not good at this" came out of him, before he rubbed his palms against his eyes. "I suck at this. I am sorry."

"It's okay" repeated Alastor, still rubbing his back because that was all the comfort he felt he could give. "You did nothing wrong, my dear. I should have thought that was maybe too much for a first time."

"No, you shouldn't!" Lucifer groaned again and stand up. The look he gave to Alastor was one he didn't remember recieving before. "Why are you so nice to me? No, scratch that. Better yet, why are you here at all with me?"

"Because I want to" was the automatic response.

Lucifer wheezed, an ugly sound of a laught that Alastor did not like at all.

"Well, maybe you should want better things, buddy" said easily, a smile crossing his face as tiny tears swelled up in his face. "I mean, come on. A demon hot like you could have literally anyone he wants in all of Hell. Anyone. And you are going to waste your time with the nervous wreck who you just saw can't even handle a fucking dance in the lobby of his daughter? Why the fuck would you want to do that? You spend all of that time and dedication and for fucking what?" Another laughter that ended in a hight pitch tone as Lucifer covered his mouth. He took a few breath in before he pulled back. "I am sorry. This was a mistake. You did nothing wrong, but I can't."

As Lucifer turned away, Alastor could feel his teeth about to grind each other into dust. It was the cliche of a "it's not you, it's me" that almost offended him more than anything else.

Dark energy pulled around him as he static vibrated in the air. Lucifer was reaching the end of the shelf just as Alastor made himself solid in front of him, grabbing his vest.

"Do you want to know why I bothered to do any of this, Lucifer? Do you really want to hear?" hissed in front of his face. "Why I did this? Why did I have our baby? Do you want to know why I am, according to you, so nice to your ungrateful royal self?"

Lucifer started laughing.

"Oh, now we are talking! That is more what I would have expected from the radio demon everyone told me about. Please, tell me!"

Alastor lifted him up, the green dials on the black holes of his eyes almost vibrating with the screeching coming from inside.

"Because you were supposed to be mine, you little idiot" growled, pushing him against the shelf as he squeezed the sides of his face. His own strenght was never going to be enough to do serious damage to Lucifer, but it would be enough to make clear how serious he was about this. He wasn't just thinking anymore, he just needed to scream. Weeks of imposed silence, of restraining himself, poofed into the air as if they never happened. "Because you are mine! You told me as such more times I can even count! Because Artemis is not our first child that we have together, you imbecile! I raised our daughter right at your side the entire time! I was there when Emily fell and when you signed the papers to make her a Morningstar! I am Alastor Morningstar, and I will be until the day the universe implodes with us in it, so you don't fucking dare to stand there and start questioning me why the hell I am trying to get what is rightfully mine back!"

He didn't notice at first the way that Lucifer wasn't fighting him back was not normal. He didn't thought the lack of response was alarming. But by the moment he stopped talking, then he did saw the eyes of Lucifer turning inside his head until there was nothing but yellow spread with golde veins staring back. Then it came the nosebleed, golden spreading all over the suit.

Finally, the seizures. Alastor could only stare until his shadow took Lucifer with it, letting him on the ground as he hold his head on its lap. He contemplated the scene as it was part of a dream, every part of his body too heavy and slow to move.

"Darling?"

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Searching for Komorebi Part 3 - Coming out of hibernation by setting fire to the den

Where was I....So it had been quite the eventful first day at the retreat. I went back to my Koyt, getting straight into bed hoping for sleep - which for once came quickly and deeply for a couple of hours. I woke at 2am, sitting bolt upright, gasping for air after the most lucid dream. The dream was about falling into a river, grabbing a branch and having to make the choice to let go of the branch and cascade down a fierce flowing river which was so sparkly, it blinded me and I could not see anything around me.

I didn't have to page Freud about that one....I don't usually dream so obviously. Usually, I dream about making concept albums by jumping on light bulbs, shouting and singing ‘fuck’ in 20 different languages, with Warren Ellis wearing a sparkly jumpsuit. To be fair, I think I would have preferred that. (Sorry had to add some light to this) Like a tidal wave, the loss emotion hit me hard again and I was once again in childlike sobbing fit. This came and went every couple of hours. Again, it was not scary, it was just overwhelming, exhausting and I really did not know when it was going to end. It felt like the plug had been pulled and there was an endless stream flowing out of me. By the time, 8am came around, I did not feel I could see anyone else. I decided to rest and pull myself out of activities for the morning. I stayed in my cabin and I really tried to work through what was happening by journalling. I just felt like I needed to have my own space. I am so used to processing and doing everything myself, I was struggling with showing my emotions to everyone. I was struggling with the fact that I felt unhinged, even though I knew it was a safe space.

I thought about the feeling of loss that kept surfacing. It was not necessarily loss of person or a thing, it was loss of myself, loss of my voice, loss of my identity - I really did not know who I was anymore. In this group women, I felt like I did not know how to hide or nor did I want to for a change. I was exposed, and I think that was the overwhelm. I could not be anything more than me, and I didn’t want to be anything else. But could I trust myself to just be me, and whatever did that look like anymore. Who the fuck was I?I could not believe I had lost so much of myself over the past couple of years in all areas of my life. In my self imposed hibernation over the last year, I had somehow become reclusive and unsure - I have always lacked confidence but this was something else. The afternoon came and we were due to go to the coast. I contacted Kate to let her know I would stay back, that I was feeling wobbly. The minute I sent the message, I felt stupid and selfish to both the group and to Kate, maybe I could just get on with it. But I knew I couldn't and actually more importantly, I shouldn't. I push through things all the time, and suffer for it - this was my process to own. Kate came to see me privately in my cabin and was incredible. What I loved is that she talked to me like an adult. This powerful lady, casually lay on my bed and asked me what was happening, made all my feelings and my reaction to the healing feel normal and validated. I was honest, I was very apologetic, in that I was feeling overwhelmed by the thought of being around people, while I was processing whatever this was and just needed a bit of time. Again, she did not pander to me, she once again confirmed to me to own my process, but that I needed to stop apologising constantly for being me. I immediately said sorry!! hahah! But It is true, sorry is my used word. I also observed that I was surprised how much, I did not trust my voice and that I struggled in the group situations, it felt good to say out loud. We decided that i would stay back and I would go on a walk. I listened to them all leave, and felt sad I was not going with them but also I felt a huge amount of relief. I knew what I was going to do, I knew what was calling me. I put my wellies on and I walked into the ancient forest. Because it is private woodland, it was all mine - no one else was there - I could be just completely me. Spend as much time as I want for the next three hours. And that is what I did. I mooched through the bluebell glade, I sat on a rock by the river with my feet in the water, found a special rock that I took back with me, I took loads of photos, I sat and was quiet and listened to the sounds of the forest and the water and then I went up to the ancient forest and Tor. It was so silent, and perfect, I touched the trees, talking to them out loud about everything. I thanked them for listening and I felt the power return to me. It probably sounds a little silly to you as a reader, but to me in that moment that it was just what I needed to do. I used to do that sort of thing when I was a child. I had such a big imagination and always believed The Faraway Tree was real, I had imaginary animals I used to talk to. So it felt like I had returned to that part of me, that happy little girl. I walked back to the Koyt with purpose, no more hiding away, no more apologising, no more changing myself to fit in - I felt like a fire had been lit inside of me. I was going to join everyone else that evening for the ceremony. I was looking forward to seeing them to hear about their coast trip. Something had flipped in me. I didn't feel apologetic, I felt like I had taken charge of my journey, I did what was right for me.

I rejoined in the communal area, the hugs were amazing, everyone didn't make a big deal again, just welcomed me back more warmly than ever. I got back into it all again and felt happy to be around all of these awesome women, who were all coming alive more and more before my eyes. I loved it - maybe because I had been away from them, I noticed and felt it more it was inspiring. It was such a perfect evening. We wrote on blocks of wood the things we were going to release. We spoke it out loud. For the first time in the process, I felt my voice was clear and true - I was funny, I felt in control. I told them i was releasing the past, and most importantly the constant apologising - I was embracing being me. We whooped, we hollered to the sky and it was all so magic. We placed the blocks in the fire and it was lit. We went and had dinner - another delicious vegetarian Indian meal and we all laughed and chatted, it was the beautiful sound. It felt like we had been friends for years. Then it was time for the fire ceremony, we sat around the fire - the mood changed to a more cotemplative one, as we wrote our personal intentions on pieces of paper, that we dropped one by one into the fire, whilst Kate drummed. The owls hooted, and the wind whipped up and blew the grasses making them whisper, the lambs and sheep bleated, the pieces of paper burnt furiously and it really did feel like it was just us in the universe. Magic. We held hands and I cannot really describe that moment, except that it was probably the perfect moment - a powerful, quietly strong moment. As we hugged, I started to drift back to my head and decided that I would go back to my Koyt. That moment had been so big, I almost did not want anything to touch it, to change it in my mind. I felt so powerful, and also like I had awoken and I had stuff to flipping well get done. No more living in limbo, no more procrastinating, no more hiding, no more hibernating , in my mind, I had set fire to the den so I could never go back. I decided at that moment that I would leave early the next morning before everyone woke. There was a morning full of activities but I was in such a different head space, I needed to be on the road, going home to get things done, to have conversations that I had been putting off. I needed that fire ceremony to be the close of my retreat experience, with those powerful women who had come so far surrounding me, empowered by the flames. Now, I did struggle with again doing something selfish, that maybe it would not be good for the group. What would Kate think. But, I knew it was the right thing to do - in my gut, I knew they would understand. I had come to a magical place, I had let go of the branch and I had gone down the river and now how I navigate it is up to me. So as I walked through the misty glade at 5am in the morming, I felt strong and proud for owning my decision. I closed the gate with a click and I drove... ******** Some gratitude:

Firstly, and most importantly to Kate Young. Who is one of the most powerful women I have ever met, whenever I saw her I thought of a warrior woman, surrounded by fire (Boudica was the name that kept popping into my head) with huge energy, huge but perfectly focussed energy, eloquent, pragmatic, curious and so good humoured - it was an honour and I hope we can stay in contact. I am so thankful to have attended the retreat. But I am even more thankful that you gave me such a safe space to do what I needed to do, I felt so held and empowered. But I also know that, it must have been quite tricky to navigate yourself, so I want you to know how grateful I am for you for that. The retreat for me was life changing, it was a wake up call to start living, authentically and with purpose. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Secondly, my fellow retreat women. Wow, what a weekend. Every single interaction I had with each of you was special, and I will always hold close in my heart. I love that we are already making plans to sea swim, forage and meet up again. It was amazing to watch you all come more alive as the weekend continued. You are all an inspiration, and I am very thankful for each and every one of you. Thank you.

[the-gods-dam-snack-bar]

Do I know you?

(Set In an Au) Bree was J.D's Best friend,so she was very concerned when he seemed really distant. "Hey Jason, You okay..?" "Yeah..Its Just" He took a Deep Breath. "Im moving....today" "Your WHAT?, You cant!" Bree said. "Its my dad who says were moving, I don't decide, im so sorry Bree" His voice was on the brink of tears, which was the first time, he felt like this since his mom died. "Okay, Just please don't forget me" Bree said finding herself crying now. "I wont" J.D reached over, wiped the tears from Bree's eyes, cradled her face and kissed her. It was both of there first's. "Uh thanks Jason.." "Now i wont forget about you"

4-5 ish years later, Bee had forgotten about J.D and his Kiss. Now at 18 his life was full of trying to be a popular girl, (despite being trans) parties, football games and sleeping with jocks. J.D however had move back to Boulder, Colorado and was looking for the girl who had been his best friend and first kiss. He really missed her, He tried dating someone else..(but she kinda blew up, him off )but he didn't feel the same spark. It took him a minute, he almost didnt recognize bee but when he did, his heart stopped. Bee was so much more attractive then when J.D left him. He had spotted Bee talking to some girls, but he had never been one to care what people said about him. So he walked up to him and practically dragged him to an empty classroom. "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!" Bee protested as J.D dragged him. "LET GO!" Same ol' Bree J.D thought.

J.D plopped Bee on a desk, and started taking of his own trench coat and shirt. "Damn~! and Dude, I love hook-ups but i don't even know your name" "You don't?" J.D looked Sad "No,Sorry" "Its Jason.." "That dosnt ring a bell.." "I was your first kiss" "No, that was a sweet little kid, your a super hot man. "Well thank you, your not so bad yourself darling~" Bees face lit up like red christmas lights. "Wow uh heh um" He had been apologized for his body a million times but he was so attractive and made Bee feel good about himself. "Awww, Did i make you blush~?" J.D teased. Bee nodded, the memories of J.D had came flooding back to him and he prefered this J.D much more. J.D leaned down and started making out with bee, running his hand under Bees shirt. It was so much more mature then their first, but Bee also liked it more. "So do you rember me now~?" Bee nodded "Jason, i uh really liked it but" "But what?" "I have a boyfriend" "Thats okay.. Meet me at 12 am, Same house as last time i was here." He said, kissed Bee again then left.

Bee entered J.Ds room through his window "Heyyyyy Jason~" Bee sat on the foot of J.Ds bed and started taking off his clothes. Blush rose to J.Ds cheeks and he turned his face so he couldn't see Bee. But he looked just a little. "Bree-uh what are you doing?" "Two things, Since were friends..can you call me Bee?" "Yeah of course..why?" "Im trans." "Okay then Bee~ " J.D said running his hand through bees hair. "Whats the second thing?" He asked Bee. "Well uh i thought you wanted Sex." J.D shook his head "No, i mean not yet,well uh maybe. But I thought we could get rid of your boyfriend" "Jason, We cheat on each other all the time, I can just be with you" "No Bee, I want to Be with you, like in public, and everything, ive been waiting for years. Plus im Good at getting rid of people." "Okay Jason, i trust you" Bee leaned in and kissed J.D

Bee Led J.D to his boyfriends house and to their room. "Oh hey Bree" His boyfriend Said groggily. J.D didn't allow more talking. He pulled out a knife, slit Bees boyfriend wrists and shot him. Then Bee started sobbing "JASON, WHAT DID YOU DO?" "I Got rid of him." J.D picked up Bee, spun him around a little, and kissed him. "Welcome to Being my Boyfriend.

[foxiesblog]

My mind is unstoppable :(/

WooYoung Version (ATEEZ), School love

"You can try me" -WooYoung

Notice: Sexual Nicknames, 18+

!!! Long text

You and Wooyoung are declared the best couple in love and everyone acts accordingly. You walk down the hall together: people compliment you on your beauty or even take pictures of you kissing goodbye. Or when you lean against it outside and watch school sports. You had school two hours longer than Woo today and it wasn't fun at all. You noticed your phone screen light up and casually glanced out of the corner of your eye. However, you had a smile when you received the message from WooYoung.

You discreetly placed your phone on your lap under the bench and checked your incoming messages.

Woo: I'm waiting for you outside the school

Woo: Love, let's do something

Woo: I'm fucking horny y/n

You: I still have an hour! you can't just text me. In five minutes in the corridor

You wrote back quickly because at least you get rid of the boredom in class. Of course, you needed an excuse to take your bag, so you couldn't think of anything but to use the excuse of your period. The professor let go of you and you ran to the main entrance where you dropped your bag and jumped into WooYoung's arms as you kissed him all over his cheek.

"What's wrong with me getting so many kisses?" He kissed you too and took your bag over his shoulder and held your hand like a father to his daughter. He put your bag in the trunk and pressed you against the closed front door, kissing you deeply. He circled his fingers around the hem of your school miniskirt and smiled into the kiss as you lightly tasted his bottom lip. You kissed him once more and then pushed him away.

"Without mood?" The only rule you have between yourselves. You both have to want it. You nodded just to indicate that yes, you were in the mood, but you weren't going to do it here and now.

You sat in the car and put your head against the window. Woo got into the driver's seat and you let out a loud sigh. He started the car and put his palm on your leg.

“Is something wrong sweetheart?” He kissed the top of your head and you just shook your head.

"T-it's nothing" It's only now that you realize how horny you've been all day and you desperately need him. He leaned in and kissed you again. You loved how snug Wooyoung was. Basically, he had a constant need to kiss you , because he thought it was beautiful. So you went to his apartment, which he shared with his friends, but they already had something planned today. So the apartment was free and you could be in peace.

The whole way Woo, he was either making circles on your thigh under your skirt or you were just holding his hand. But what you didn't expect was his palm on the inner thigh by the skirt out of nowhere.

,,What the--"

"Open up love" You preferred not to object and just put your knees further apart. He never did this, but apparently it's nothing on purpose. But then out of nowhere he took his hand away.

,,Are you okay?"

"Yes, I just--I must have seen something on the road" He said so apparently eloquently and pointed to the road. She decided to just tease him.

You leaned into his ear and placed your palm on his lap.

,,Really? Oh are you all hot?” You said teasingly, seeing his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.

"Honey we'll be there soon"

"I know" She started nibbling the skin on his neck and moving her hand into his jeans.

"Fuck, honey. Hang in there. I can't drive like this" He said furrowing his brows. He was right. You don't want to endanger you on the road so you let it go.

Timeskip

You opened the front door and roughly kissed each other. Your clothes were just falling off you and your steps were getting closer to the nearest comfortable place. In your case, the bedroom. You were so horny that you slowly rushed. He took every piece of clothing off of you as you took off of him.

“Honey~” He sighed at the pressure in his crotch and kissed you deeply and lovingly, entering you slowly.

"Love. Take your time" You said and he nodded in surprise. He does this every time he can't take it. He goes too fast and you always warn him. She started thrusting slowly making marks all over your chest.

You opened your legs more for him and moaned loudly as he thrust into you furiously.

"Fuck, honey. You take me so well~” He moaned and thrust into you again.

This night is going to be a long one for you and Wooyoung.

Hello everyone. Sorry for cutting it, but I had to :)

So I hope you liked it haha hope it's not inappropriate

My mind is unstoppable :(/

[lostquinn]

Sugar pt two

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Summary - after asking you out that morning, you spend the day at work then go on a simple little date with Connor - more fluff

I didn't think I'd made part two this long T.T

I didn't even think I'd make part two - I love him so much

Word count - 2,869 (it's a lil longer then the last part-)

Part one!

You were a detective at DPD, you desk was situated across the bullpen from Hank and Connors, leaving them right in your eyeline as you worked.

Throughout the day, you had noticed Connor staring at you on multiple occasions. It always left a smile on your face when you noticed him. He would always grin at you when he noticed you stealing glances.

He had been different since he deviated, slightly more confident and human even if he was his same old polite self. You had been drawn to him since long before he deviated and fully understood he would never reciprocate your feelings. Now though, you weren't so sure.

You stood from your desk and stepped away, you had been there for hours and your shift was far from over. You had decided you would get a cup of coffee, memories from that morning clouded your mind as you wandered towards the coffee station.

"Hello darling," Gavin Reed, the office asshole, said as you approached the coffee station.

You frowned and ignored him as you began to make your coffee. It was becoming impossible as he leant towards you, grinning as he continued to use petnames you had never agreed to.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms around you, scooping the exact amount of sugar you had added this morning into your mug. You knew exactly who it was and smiled meekly as you felt his back against you.

"I think they can make their coffee just fine you plastic prick." Gavin growled, glaring at Connor.

"Yes, however they much prefer it when I give them sugar from what I've gathered." Connor responded.

As he finished his response, the android leant down and placed a kiss on your cheek. The soft skin of your cheeks began to warm and turn pink as he did. The kiss lasted longer this time, as if it was a statement this time. As he lifted his head, you watched him glare at Gavin, making eye contact before both of the boys left.

You added the milk, then the water to your mug and headed back to your desk. Connor was waiting at your desk which you hadn't anticipated but his presence was welcome.

"I apologise for my behaviour, I couldn't help myself," he muttered as you placed your mug down.

"It's okay Connor, I wasn't opposed to it," you smirked at him.

His LED blinked yellow as he recorded that information. The android crossed his arms over his chest before responding.

"I hope our date later goes well enough that I can do it more often," he smiled, his face flushing a light blue as he looked at you.

"I hope so too,"

You two stared at each other, smiling meekly like teenagers. You loved the hair a small tuft of hair that hung down in front of his forehead and began to reach up to gently flick it before Hank interrupted.

"Connor, the fuck are you doing?" Hank grumbled as he began to head out of the bullpen.

"Coming lieutenant," Connor said, scrambling to follow Hank.

You watched as he nearly tripped over, having dared to look back at you, stealing one last glance before he left with Hank for another homicide investigation. They had been put on homicide since the revolution.

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Your shift had ended hours ago so you now sat at Connors desk, staring out the window as the sky grew darker and darker, the snow never seemed to stop falling. Everytime someone entered or left the precinct, you would look over in hopes to see Connor and Hank.

Everytime it was someone else. Everytime you cursed under your breath as you began to grow worried for them.

You rubbed your hands together, it had grown cold in the precinct and you refused to wear your gloves inside incase you had to do something. You would not let the thick mittens cause you to hesitate.

Finally, the doors opened and in watched Hank. Connor stumbled behind him as Hank dragged him along by his jacket. You didn't even care about how they had entered.

"Connor," your voice was soft.

In an instant, you sprung from Connors chair and rushed towards him. You buried your face in his chest and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, toying with his hair gently as you held him.

Hank had let him go and was stood to one side, staring at the two of you with an eyebrow quirked.

It took Connor a moment to wrap his arms around you but when he did you smiled, he wasn't warm - in fact he was cold but that didn't bother you. He was safe and that was all that mattered.

You pulled away and turned to Hank. Connor allowed his arms to fall to his sides as he looked at you, his eyes wide.

"Why on earth are you two so late?" You frowned, taking a step away from Connor as you realised you were still rather close.

"We would have been here an hour ago however someone preferred to stand out in the cold kicking his feet. Kid's nervous about your date," Hank grumbled.

"You weren't nervous earlier," you chuckled as you looked up at Connor.

He averted your gaze, his face a pale blue. "I'm aware," he muttered.

You and Hank both chuckled at the way all of his confidence had left his body. Connor fumbled through his pockets, pulling his coin out as he began to do his tricks.

You smiled at his hands as Hank took your forearm in his hands, dragging you away from the shy robo boy next to you.

"While we were out we bumped into that prick," Hank said, his voice low as he whispered, glancing at Connor. "Gavin put some thoughts in his head about how he's not good enough for you."

You turned to Connor, you gaze soft as you furrowed your eyebrows. Connor noticed you watching him and he dropped his coin. He had never done that before. You continued to watch as he scrambled around on the floor for the coin.

"I think it got to him," you frowned, turning back to Hank.

"Yeah. Reed also went on about how you would never actually date an android, how you would prefer the warmth of a human - his warmth."

"That asshole." The grit your teeth.

"Just, make him feel better, I'm going home," Hank muttered as he left.

You nodded to Hank, even though his back was to you. He had been a close friend of your parents before they passed and taken you in when you started at the police department. Then, Connor soon came along and you didn't mind his company one bit.

You began to head over to Connor, he was leaning under a desk as you approached him, reaching for his coin.

"Hey Connor," you said, your tone warm.

He shot out from under the desk, bumping his head on the way. His coin was tucked between two of his slender fingers as he looked up at you.

"Hello [name]," he smiled.

You reached a hand out to him and he took it. You pulled him up, even though he didn't need it. You fixed his tie and straightened his jacket, not letting go of his hand.

"Is this okay?" You swung your hand that held his, checking if he was okay with holding hands.

"Of course,"

He throughly enjoyed the feeling of your hand in his and the warmth of your expressions and voice. You made most of his worries melt away and he was able to concentrate purely on you, rather than the words that Gavin Reed had uttered to him earlier that day.

"So, got anything special planned?" You asked, leaning into him as the two of you left the station.

"I was figuring maybe a walk? We could head to that cafe you like so much before heading home- if you would prefer something else then I would happily oblige," he responded.

Snow fell down onto the two of you as stood out in the street, you stared up at him for a moment before responding. "It's a brilliant idea,"

The corners of his mouth quirked up as he began to lead the way. He took you two through the park. Fairy lights decorated the trees and a thick layer of snow rested atop the benches. It was fairly empty due to the weather and time so the two of you walked in the middle of the path, hand in hand.

You took your gaze from the path to look up at him.

"You're so cute with the snow-" you began, letting out a yelp as you slipped on a patch of ice.

You grabbed Connor in an attempt to stabilise yourself however he was falling too. His free hand clutched your hip as he pulled you in front of him so that you would safely land on his chest.

You lay still on top of him for a moment and he began to panic, holding you close as he looked down to you.

"Are you okay? Please be okay- I'm sorry I didnt notice the ice-" he began, rushing his words.

He moved his hand from your hip to your chin and your shoulders began to shake, he pulled your face to look up at you.

It was then that he noticed you were laughing and he smiled, relieved that you weren't crying.

"I'm okay Con, are you?" You grinned, looking up at him.

You had one hand on his chest, resting softly against his jacket and the other was still being held by him. He had pulled your hand up to close the distance between the two of you so it rested next to his head on the ground.

"I am," he briefly scanned you to make sure that you definitely hadn't been hurt in the fall and was even more relieved when it was revealed you weren't, however you were cold so he turned his body temperature up.

You pushed your hand down on his chest, using it to bring yourself closer to his face as you smiled. His free hand found its way back to you hip as you gently grazed you lips against his nose, leaving a soft kiss.

It was your turn look down at him, his mouth slightly open as he looked up at you. He looked so cute in that moment, snow gathering in his hair as he looked up at you, shocked.

"What?" He muttered, barely above a whispered as his eyes danced across your face.

"You're so pretty," your voice was soft. You placed another kiss on his nose which cause a smile to spread across his face.

"I quite enjoy it when you do that,"

"I'll do it a lot in future then,"

"I would like that,"

He continued to look up at you, the lights in the trees above the two of you creating a glow around you. He felt his thirium pump pounding in his chest as he swelled with joy. You were in his arms. His. Not Gavins. His.

"We should continue to that cafe, I know you enjoy their cookies,"

You chuckled as you rolled off of his chest. When he had first deviated, he would bring you a cookie on occasion just to see your face light up. It was a nice sentiment the two of you shared.

He was on his feet in a moment, stepping off the ice. He still held your hand, now rubbing his thumb over your knuckles as he offered his other hand as well. Connor pulled you up from the ground, not wanting to let go of either hand he held them both for a moment, staring at you.

"Did you want to go or just look at me forever?" You smirked at him as blue tinted his cheeks.

"Can I not do both?" He pouted slightly before smiling and dropping one of your hands, leading the way.

----

Eventually, the two of you reached the cafe. It was small and always open late for some unknown reason.

Connor grasped the door handle and pushed it open for you, causing the bell above the door to ring as the two of you entered.

As he ordered your cookie, you pressed yourself against him. You were clinging onto his warmth as you had left your jacket and gloves at the police department, too caught up in making Connor feel better. You appreciated that Connor had turned his body temperature up.

The android stared at you for a moment. "You're cold."

He narrowed his eyes as he let go of your hand, taking a half step away as he removed his jacket.

"Connor- I don't need it, I'm fine-" you insisted.

It didn't matter, he was set on making sure you were okay. He took a step towards you, your bodies slightly pressed up against each other, and placed his jacket over your shoulders. He then took your hand back in his.

The person who ran the cafe handed Connor your cookie, he then handed it to you. He had gotten your favourite type, as always. You knew he wouldn't forget but it still felt nice that he remembered little details about you.

The both of you waved to the employee as you left the cafe, beginning to walk back you Hanks home hand in hand. The walk was pleasant, he continued to rub your knuckles and the back of your hand with his thumb as you ate your cookie.

As you finished your cookie, the snow began to come down heavier. It clouded you vision and made you shiver. Connor instantly noticed this of course and let go of your hand, changing to wrap his arm around you and pulling you close to him.

"Conner..." your teeth chattered as you looked up at him, so small against him.

He looked down at you, your shaking form making him worry. He stopped walking and let go of you again, he leant down and placed one arm under your knees, the other on your back. He lifted you, carrying you bridal style.

You snuggled against him as he walked the both of you home, his jacket pulled tight around your body.

"We're nearly there, dear, don't worry," the words slipped out of his mouth before he realised what he was saying and his face tinted blue as he realised what he'd call you.

"Thank you,"

----

The android didn't put you down until the two of you were inside your bedroom, where he placed you on your bed delicately.

He left the room to allow you to change and you quickly changed into your pajamas. You opened the door once you were don't and called him back in to retrieve his jacket.

"Thank you so much for tonight," he smiled, happy that you had given him a chance.

"Anytime, dear," you teased softly, nudging him.

"Do you mean that? Anytime?"

"Of course, I would love to go on more dates with you Connor,"

You smiled and leant up on to you tiptoes to plant a delicate kiss on his lips. You wrapped you arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist, never wanting that moment to end.

It however did end, as you pulled away for air.

"It seems I did take your breath away in the end after all," he grinned, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"You big idiot," you smirked up at him. "Will you stay with me tonight? In case I get cold of course" you asked.

He scanned the room for a moment. "By my calculations, you wont get cold,"

"Connor," you giggled. "Just stay with my tonight and let me cuddle you,"

He let out a soft 'oh' as he had not realised that was what you wanted. But then smiled wide.

"Of course, dear,"

He then briefly left the room to change out of his uniform. Once he returned he was wearing a pair of blue pajama bottoms and a tank top. He stared at his jacket, tucked over the back of your chair, for a moment.

"You should wear that to work tomorrow," he smirked, you followed his eyeline to his jacket.

"I should, should I?" You quirked your eyebrow.

"Yes, it would certainly show people," he moved towards you, placing his hands on your hips. He whispered his next words into your ear. "That you're mine,"

He then swiftly made his way to your bed and slid under the coveres. Once you had recovered from what her said, you followed suit. He pulled you against him and you cuddled up to him.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, listening to his machinery whirring in his chest was some what comforting. Almost like listening to a loved ones heart beat.

His hand ran through your hair until he went into standby. He embraced every second with you as if it would be his last.

"You want me," he whispered, looking at you as he let himself go into sleep mode.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Closed Casket.

Commissioned by the very lovely @99shadowcat99.

Pairing: Yandere!Demon Brothers/Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 2.4k.

TW: Toxic Relationships, Dehumanization, Codependence, Threats of Violence, Mentions of Death, Implied Imprisonment.

It was a closed-casket funeral.

For such a small detail, it bothered you more than it had any right to. You hadn’t been the one to arrange it, the one to speak to the undertaker and evaluate the damage – that was a responsibility that fell to her fiancé rather than you, a distant cousin, only brought up in conversations about postponed friendships and quickly thinning family trees. You’d done what you could to help, what a last living relative should do to help - paying for flower arrangements, speaking to financial advisors, sorting through her belongs and trying to guess at what might’ve held some sentimental value to someone more present in her life, but you never saw the body. No one ever offered, and you hadn’t known how to ask. She was gone, now, dead and buried, and you'd never gotten to see her, even if everyone who had said that it was probably for the best.

And it probably was. They were probably right. You wouldn’t feel any better, if you had.

And yet, you found it difficult to believe you could feel any worse than you did now, either.

Belphegor was curled around your arm. He had been since you came back from the Human World, slotted against your side, draped over your shoulders, and currently, splayed out on top of you, his face buried in the flesh just above your shoulder blade, his body forcibly tangled with yours in a way that was too awkward to be comfortable for both of you, a sacrifice he seemed more than willing to make on your behalf. You’d tried to shrug him off earlier, when he first decided there was enough space on the smallest loveseat in the common room for his strange, daily ritual, and when that failed, you’d tried to talk him into letting go, into loosening his grip enough for you to slip away when he fell asleep, into relocating to somewhere else, somewhere softer, somewhere with a pillow that could easily replace you when he was too busy tossing and turning to care, but Belphegor had always been so frustratingly picky when it came to where, how, and when he chose to sleep.

He’d chosen you, and he’d chosen like this, and he’d chosen now. There was little you could do to change his mind, after he’d already made it up.

Still, you tried. He wasn’t asleep yet, caught somewhere between permanently half-conscious state and a sleep deep enough to warrant medical concern for most living creatures, supernaturally inclined or otherwise. “Belphie,” You called, gently, pushing the temptation to try more forceful methods into the back of your mind. “Think you pick another spot? Just for today?”

“Can’t.” It was a simple response, his voice heavy with sourceless exhaustion, just as short and just as blunt as it had been the last time you asked. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, honestly. “You were gone. I can’t.”

Your frown deepened. You’d left for a week – nine days, at most. And Belphegor couldn’t have been awake for more than half of that. “That’s not--”

“He was lonely, sweetheart.” It was Asmodeus, this time, as he perched himself on the loveseat’s arm. He wasn’t any better than Belphie, nimble fingertips soon tracing aimless patterns over the side of your neck, the dip of your shoulder, taking up the space he could occupy since the space he’d like to was already in-use. “He’ll get better, in a few days. Once it sinks in that you won't be leaving again.”

You were out of practice. A month ago, you would’ve known better than to respond, than to ask questions to someone who took as much delight in festering doubts as Asmodeus did. A month ago, you would’ve brushed him off and found your way to Purgatory Hall for the rest of the night. But, it wasn’t a month ago, and you were tired. You were still thinking about that casket, and you couldn’t seem to think of much else. “What do you mean?”

“Oh?” There was a pause, a laugh, light and melodic and fluttering. You’d always liked his laugh. You could bring yourself to enjoy it, though, not right now. “No one’s told you, yet?”

“Don’t tease ‘em.” You hadn’t noticed how full the common room had gotten, not until Mammon spoke and you reflexively turned to face the sofa opposite to yours. He was standing, leaning against the back, his hands clasped in a way that’d put his anxiety on display far more transparently than his voice ever could. Beelzebub, too, his arms crossed over his chest as his attention shifted idly between you, the console in Leviathan’s hands, and the book splayed out in Satan's lap, his scowl serving as evidence of his annoyance. It always bothered you, how easily he grew frustrated by situations he chose to put himself in. It bothered you a little more, today. “Might as well spit it out, if you’re going to bring it up,” Mammon went on, shifting his weight, letting his eyes fall to the floor, then rise to the ceiling, then drift back to you. “There’s no point putting it off.”

“Weren’t you supposed to tell them, Mammon?” Beelzebub chimed in, absent-mindedly. If it'd been Satan, if it'd been Lucifer, it would’ve been pointed, malicious, purposeful. Beelzebub just sounded like he was trying to remind his older brother of something he’d forgotten. “You said you should be the one to do it, since you met them first. Then, when Lucifer said you wouldn’t be able to do it, you said that if the human threw a tantrum, you could just--”

“I didn’t say shit.” Mammon cut him off, his tone hostile, but it was a half-hearted anger, more petty than vengeful. “I said I could, not that I would, and Lucifer shot me down. If he hadn’t, there’d already be a deadbolt on every fucking door in the house. We wouldn’t be sitting around, talkin’ about it.”

“Every door?” Beelzebub looked confused. Then, he looked concerned. “I thought we agreed to just seal the exits.”

“I still think we should just use their bedroom,” Leviathan chimed in, never looking up from his hand-held. Something tightened in the back of your throat. Experimentally, you tried to pull yourself out of Belphegor’s arms, but he only held you tighter, and Asmodeus’ nails dug into your shoulder, rooting you back into place without a single word. “It’d be cool, kinda like a permanent save-point. We wouldn’t have to worry about baby-proofing the entire house, either.”

“We could use a leash,” Asmodeus suggested, never breaking his stare. He didn’t look away. You wished he would. You wished they’d, if nothing else, have the courtesy to wait until you’d left the room to start talking about things you didn’t know and didn’t want to know. “So we can make sure they’re always close by! Or, we could have Lucifer enchant a collar – having to hold a tether might get in way when I have to--”

“He’d never do it.” It was the first time Satan had cut in, but it was clear he’d been listening. His book was still open, his expression still concentrated, but he was tapping his foot, the disruption soundless against the thick carpeting, and you couldn’t remember the last time he thought to pretend to turn a page. He was listening, but he didn’t want to be. He was a part of this, but you doubted he’d every say as much out loud. You doubted he’d ever let himself admit he’d stooped to that level. “And if he did, we’d never hear the end of it. In a week, there’d probably be a new kennel in the catacombs, right next to Ceberus’.” He stopped, for a moment, shaking his head. For your own sake, your chose to believe the envy lingering behind his voice was his attempt at a bad joke. “You would prefer a bedroom, wouldn’t you, (Y/n)?”

He asked you a question. He was talking to you, now, directly, which was more than you could say for any of his brothers. It should’ve been an improvement. An opportunity, if nothing else, a chance to ask why Asmodeus was looking at you like that, why you could feel Belphegor’s careless smile pressing into your skin, but you hesitated, something catching in your chest. It felt too solid, too heavy, too rough and too jagged. It felt like it’d hurt to swallow down, later on, once the unease passed and you got over whatever scheme they’d planned out, while you were gone.

“I… What?” You weren’t sure what you wanted to say, but it came out as a question regardless, your reluctance blending messily with your confusion. “This isn’t funny. If you’re going to act like this every time I visit the Human World, I might have to stop coming back.”

Finally, Satan glanced up from his book. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve said he was smiling. “Right. Because you still think you're allowed to leave.”

The rest of the room fell silent. Or, maybe it didn’t, maybe it was louder than it'd ever been. You didn’t know. You couldn't hear anything, not over the sudden ringing in your ears. “I’ll have to, eventually. It’s not up to me.”

Beelzebub shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable. “It’d be safer if you stayed in the Devildom. We can’t protect you in the Human World.”

Leviathan’s grip tightened around his console. In the background, you could hear the plastic shell start to crack. “We wouldn’t be able to see you. Not all the time. Not for more than a few weeks at a time.” He was quiet, for a moment. Then, he added, “It wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t… It wouldn’t feel like it does when you’re here.”

Mammon looked away, letting his head lull to the side. “You belong here, with us. You’re supposed to be here. We’re just doin’ you a favor. No one wants to watch you figure out how fucked you’d be on your own.”

And, finally, Belphegor groaned, exhaustion heavy in the gravely sound. He untangled himself from you, but the freedom was temporary, fleeting, his arms snaking around your waist, instead, his face soon gracelessly buried in your chest. His eyes flickered open, but barely, just enough to let him stare up at you through his eyelashes, a thoughtless grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t divided, not like his brothers were. He didn’t try to pretend he was above holding you against your will. “You're not leaving again.” It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t even a threat. It was just a fact, to him. It was something that wouldn’t happen, that couldn’t happen, if only because his older brothers were willing to work so hard to make sure it didn’t. “We’re not gonna share you, anymore. We’re not gonna have to.”

You didn’t want to hear anything else. You didn’t want to be here, anymore, not if this was what it meant, not if it was going to feel like standing in front of that closed casket all over again, the urge to run and sob and scream silencing every reasonable thought you’d ever had. You didn’t bother trying to talk to Asmodeus and Belphegor, you didn’t bother trying to coo and edge and skirt around their anger, their unspoken threats, not anymore, not when your body was already standing on its own, shoving at Belphegor’s body and swatting at Asmodeus’ hand as he reached out, aiming to cup your cheek and tell you so gently to sit down and shut up. Beelzebub leaned forward, Mammon flinched, and you could’ve sworn you caught a row of long, pointed fangs flash across Satan’s sneer, but you didn’t care. You wanted to hit something. You wanted to yell. You’d wanted to ever since you came back to this damned house and its overly affectionate occupants.

“You don’t get to share me.” You couldn’t be shared. You weren’t theirs to share, even if they already seemed geared against the idea. You weren’t theirs to trap, either. You never would be. “I don’t need your protection, and you don’t need to see me, and the only place I’m supposed to be is the Human World. I don’t know what got into your fucked-up heads while I was gone, but you can’t just--”

“Sit down, (Y/n).”

You stopped mid-sentence.

Right. You’d almost forgotten Lucifer hadn't gotten a chance say his piece, yet.

He didn’t give you time to cooperate. There was already a fist curled around the back of your collar, dragging you back into your seat, the action so much more aggressive than Belphegor’s oppressive dead-weight or Amsodeus’ sweet, sickly temptation. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel Lucifer looming over you, standing tall, towering above his younger brothers as he took control of the room. You wondered if he’d been here the entire time, if he’d heard everything, rather than just your sudden outburst. You wondered if you should hope that he had.

“We missed you, while you were gone.” He didn’t sound mad. He didn’t sound mad, but none of them did, none of them sounded like they were plotting to keep you away from your home, your friends, the life you had outside of demons and angels and magic. None of them sounded dangerous, either, save for Lucifer. He’d always been easier to trust when he wasn’t pretending to be kind. “We’ve all been alive for centuries, and yet, you went and made a week feel like a small eternity. Do you know how difficult it is for a human to inflict that kind of suffering onto a demon?”

You didn’t answer. Across the room, Mammon laughed and Satan bristled. Belphegor melted back into your side, more than happy just to have his resting place scared into immobility.

“You’ll stay.” It was an order, this time. Not a suggestion, not a passing concern, but a command, something you would be expected to obey. He had the nerve to use that low, calm cadence, measured and pre-meditated. He didn’t want to let you convince yourself he was as prone to bluffing as his brothers were. “You’ll stay because we want you to. We’re willing to use force, but there’s no need for that. Is there, love?”

You nodded, your body tense and your eyes glassy, and Lucifer rewarded you with a breathy chuckle, a row of knuckles delicately pressed to your cheek. A miserable reward for such an unwilling sacrifice, but Lucifer didn’t seem to mind. It certainly didn’t stop him from leaning in, his lips brushing against the top of your head, his voice falling just low enough to make something sharp and cold shot down your spine, as he went on.

“It’s not like you have anything to go back to, anymore.”

[queentheweeb]

Gang Orca X Female Reader Pt 4

"Okay Y/N get your shit together there is nothing to be nervous about." Yeah right keep telling yourself that lie. You looked yourself over in the mirror for what must have been the hundredth time and you still looked the same way you did the first time you looked in the mirror. You wore the sundress and you decided to wear a tie-dye halter neck one piece considering if you were going to swim you didn't want anything falling all over the place. You grabbed your sandals slipped them on and with one last look in the mirror you left your home. You double-locked your door walking down to the beach house cafe. Thank God he chose that one and you didn't have to travel far for it. Living by the water had its perks.

"You are looking nice this evening." You jumped a gasp escaping you looking over to see who said that and you saw Kugo himself standing there. He was dressed in a casual button-down with some khakis and he looked really really damn good. Muscles bulged in all the right places. You coughed in your fist averting your eyes and face a bit to avoid him seeing your blush. 

"You don't look bad yourself." You both stood there awkwardly for two seconds before continuing to walk towards the cafe/diner. "Please don't make this awkward. It's not often he goes on dates."  You said this as if you were an expert but in reality, you were in the same boat as him. You both got the doors and he opened them for you. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." He entered after you and he spoke to a waitress who nodded before guiding the both of you all the way to the back where VIP usually is. You wondered if maybe he preferred privacy which made sense considering he is the number 10 hero. Once you got to the back it was a private table with a candle in the middle that overlooked the sea and it was such a beautiful scene. The waitress set the menus on the table and left the two of you alone. You were going to pull out your chair but Kugo beat you to it. 

"Thank you again Kugo." He gave a start at the sound of his first name but he didn't say anything pushing you in once you sat down "You can call me Y/N if you want." You waited with bated breath as he took his seat.

"It's a pretty name." You grinned and from there you both engaged in idle chat the waitress coming back once to take your orders before leaving to place them.

"I just had a funny thought." You snorted a little using your hand to cover your face in embarrassment. If he had eyebrows he would have rose one.

"Enlighten me." You giggled a bit again.

"What if you couldn't swim." He blinked at you before huffing and chuckling a bit. That was your cue to let out a snorting laugh which was embarrassing but when he laughed harder it made you laugh even more. Now you both were a laughing hot mess and were still laughing when the waitress came back with your food.

"Glad to see the two of you having a good time." She winked at you and you simply nodded happily at her. She bowed before leaving the two of you to your own devices. You both calmed down and chowed down a bit. 

"I have a question." You hummed to let him know he had your attention.

"I was wondering how come your...wearing a swimsuit." You blinked up at him feeling your face grow hot. How do you admit out loud that you wanted to go swimming with him?

"Uh...I got ahead of myself and thought maybe after we digest our food...maybe we can go for a swim?" It sounded stupid but you already put your foot in it so why not?

"So you did want to swim thank God." You looked up sharply at him tilting your head. What does that even mean? "I'm wearing swim trunks underneath my pants." You blinked before letting out a belly laugh.

"Oh Thank fuck! I thought I overstepped a boundary." You chuckled some more in relief.

"Is that why you ordered something so light?" You glanced down at your plate before looking over at his.

"I can say the same about you." You snickered him joining you. Now that the both of you were on the same page you finished up the little food you guys had and paid for the bill, Kugo insisting on leaving a hefty tip before the two of you left heading down towards the shore. "I'm a little nervous you know." You subconsciously walked closer to him your hand casually brushing his but he didn't move to pull away or advance so you kept it up.

"What's the matter?" You hummed a bit.

"I love the water. I just never had a swim at night so I guess it's just nerves trying to get to me you know." You went to pull your hand away figuring he wasn't ready for that but was pleasantly surprised when he gripped your hand firmly. You looked up at him and he was already looking down at you already.

"I'll keep you safe. I'll be right next to you." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze and that was enough for you. You both made it and you took a giant towel out of your tote bag and placed it on the sand. You used your bag to hold it down for a second. "I'll turn around." You smiled gratefully at his back and quickly stripped down and now you felt self-conscious. The bikini your wore had the back out but it wasn't the tie halter top, it was the one you put over your head so it was secure. You used your clothes and shoes to hold the other end of the blankets and you turned just in time to see Kugo doing the same with his belongings. You waited for him to look and once he did you refused to break eye contact with him.

"I'm ready to go for a swim." You held out your hand waiting for him to grab it like he said he was. He walked towards you and gently grabbed your hand both of you walking towards the water. You froze a bit but he rubbed your hand reassuringly and turned towards you grabbing your other hand. You were now facing him and he was holding you close to him.

"You're safe." You took a deep breath and allowed him to bring you in deeper until your feet no longer touched the sand. You were now dog paddling while leaning on him at the same time. His hands sat securely around your waist. "Is this okay?" You looked up at him nodding in reassurance. Deciding to risk it all you leaned on his bare chest. You felt the hitch in his breath but he didn't let go. You both floated there for a few minutes before he hummed "Do you trust me Y/N?" He purred your name making a shudder go down your back. 

"Yes, Kugo." He took a breath before hoisting you making you squeal and wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You looked at him in surprised confusion.

"Hold your breath." That was the only warning you got besides the hand on your lower back before he dived and started swimming towards God's know where. You did as asked and hid your face the best you can in his neck while holding your breath at the same time. You don't know how much time had passed but before you knew it, you felt a bit cold and were able to breathe. You took a deep breath the hand on your back rubbing soothing circles. "Are you okay?" You pulled away from him a bit nodding an affirmative before you let out a gasp. 

"What is this place Kugo?" It looked like a private area. It was a small cave that had a mini beach section with a waterfall in the back falling into a mini pond. There were corals and shells spread all over and it gave the perfect view of the moon and stars.

"This is where I go when I need time to myself. Just to get away. When hero work and people become too much for me and I need to unwind." It was such a beautiful peaceful place. The only noise was the sound of waves crashing and the smell of salt air. 

"Why bring me here? This is your safe haven." He was quiet for a few seconds before he gently pressed his snout to your neck nuzzling you a bit. 

"I want it to be yours too." It didn't register at first but when it did you wrapped yourself tighter around him burying your face into his neck. The two of you sat there on the sand enjoying the feel of each other's arms and the sound of the ocean.

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I'm excited to continue writing this

[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.5

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4

Summary: someone please give Nicole a break for the love of Miranda. And there be smut y'all

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Seeing Cassandra's softer side made something flutter within Nicole's chest. The brunette was a sadist through and through. Witness to that fact was the array of torture devices that littered the dungeons. Not to mention the prisoners she frequently killed, only to haul them on the autopsy tables in her study to be examined, chopped and sectioned by the both of them.

But there was an uncharacteristic sort of gentleness in the way their lips slid against each other, sharp teeth occasionally biting down on Nicole's lower lip but never enough to draw blood. In the way Cassandra would drag sharp nails against flushed skin, but not go beyond the pleasurable amount of pain. Even the glint in golden eyes when Nicole went over some old notes of hers on more tricky anatomy concepts. Having an exclusive look at this side of Cassandra felt beyond intimate and the thought almost made her miss when the brunette spoke from where she was leaning over a notebook.

"Okay let's just wrap this up, I have plans."

Nicole hummed, dropping the liver she was holding in a freezer bag. Most body parts were already bagged and ready to be picked up by Cynthia and her undercooks, they were just putting into practice some things the brunette was curious about. She dropped the now blood soaked leather gloves in the sink and went to sit by Cassandra, who was scribbling some final notes.

"In that case I'll go enjoy a cup of tea," she sighed. "Tea that I had to skip because someone was eager to start on this early."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow at her, accompanied by her usual smirk. "I meant plans with you."

Oh? That was new. The brunette laughed at Nicole's wide eyed expression and snapped her notebook shut. She took her sweet time putting it on the shelf with the others and checking the time, pretending not to notice the redhead's inquisitive expression. Then, she lifted Nicole’s chin with a thankfully not covered in blood finger.

"Don't get me wrong I love it here but," she grimaced, "it gets stuffy sometimes. Especially in summer."

Well, that much was true. The undergrounds of the castle were oddly warm, although not downright hot, compared to what one would expect from a castle. Pair that with the annoyingly humid atmosphere and having to wear a leather apron and gloves so as to not completely ruin your outfit and you got the perfect recipe for discomfort. She really ought to ask Cassandra about installing some kind of better ventilation down here.

"Meet me in the attic in about… an hour." She leaned down and their mouths were so close that Nicole could feel icy breath on her lips.

The attic? She's never been to the attic, it was not only off limits for most staff but also dangerous if rumors were to be believed. Not that she had the clarity of mind to voice any concerns when Cassandra finally leaned in to kiss her, complete with a nip on her lower lip that made Nicole’s breath hitch.

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The fact that Nicole had no idea how to get to the attic could be a slight problem. She had asked Anita, but not only did she not know, she also seemed mortified by the idea. Another maid just gave her vague directions to look for a ladder on the top floor. As if that wasn't like trying to find the needle in a haystack. Or the needle in a giant castle.

She was just wandering around the top floor, praying not to stumble upon anyone who would be less than thrilled to see her there. A sigh of relief escaped past her lips when she heard familiar buzzing and steps coming towards her.

"Oh Cas-" she swallowed her words when she noticed red hair spilling from underneath a black hood.

"Nicole! What are you doing here hmm?" Her inquisitive hum was way too exaggerated the same way her fangs seemed too sharp when she grinned.

"I was just looking for Ca- lady Cassandra. She asked me to meet her in the attic."

Daniela's mouth fell open, almost forming an O shape. Then back to her characteristic giggle, almost as if laughing at a joke only she knew.

"What, you don't know how to get there?"

"...Not really," she sheepishly admitted.

And that was a mistake. Nicole would've preferred to wander the hallways until Cassandra eventually got bored enough of waiting and decided to come see where her glorified lab partner was. But her plan was ruined by Daniela wordlessly grabbing her arm and pulling her in the opposite direction she was going in. She even went the extra mile to partially turn into a swarm, which made Nicole's panic skyrocket. She didn't mind bugs. But having hundreds of them fly all around you, accompanied by manic giggling was a whole other thing.

Before she knew it though, Daniela let go of her arm, laughing a little at Nicole's stumbling. She gestured dramatically towards a ladder and said:

"There you go. Say hi to Cassie for me."

"Th- thank you my lady." And with a small bow of the head she grabbed the ladder and started ascending on shaky legs.

"And enjoy your date," she called out, once Nicole was at the top of the stairs.

Blushing, she decided to ignore the comment and start looking for the sister less likely to turn her into fly food.

The attic looked… old. It was obvious that people didn't come here often, although someone probably did clean it regularly as there were no cobwebs nor dirt on any surfaces, aside from some dust. It was full of neatly arranged boxes and crates, their contents as mysterious as the castle's inhabitants. Tentative steps took her across ancient floorboards, navigating old rooms.

"Rah!"

Nicole damn near jumped out of her skin, a string of curses spilling past her lips. "Jesus fucking christ Cassandra!"

The brunette only laughed, hands on her knees and pretending to wipe a tear from her eye.

"That's what you get for making me wait for so long."

"I didn't even know where the attic entrance was! Good thing one of your sisters came to my rescue." Nicole rolled her eyes at the last word.

Cassandra stopped laughing, eyes narrowing slightly. "Which one?"

"Uh- Danie-"

"Did she hurt you?" Cassandra grabbed her arms, golden eyes looking for any visible injuries.

Nicole just laughed softly, taken off guard by the display of concern. "No, no. Just gave me a bit of a fright, that's all."

With an eye roll, Cassandra guided her further into the attic, through more dusty rooms, until they reached a short corridor, light spilling from its other end. The room they entered was relatively small, almost half of it occupied by stacked boxes as if it used to be a storage room like the rest of the attic and nobody bothered to completely clear it out. A few pieces of furniture were also present: a couch with a coffee table in front of it and paintings leaning against a wall to collect dust. This room however had a window, left slightly ajar, that allowed you to see the mountains stretching on the horizon, crowned by the beautiful orange hues of dusk.

Nicole moved to the glass to take in the view, mouth almost hanging open, when an ungodly screech from outside made her backpedal straight into Cassandra.

"What the fuck was that?" She asked, eyes widening at the sight of flying creatures circling the towers.

"Mother's flying guard dogs."

"They sound the same way I'd imagine the souls of the damned do." Nicole didn’t take her eyes off the ghoulish creatures, almost as if keeping eye contact would dissuade them from attacking.

Cassandra just shrugged. "Wouldn't be too far off. Also here." She sat on the couch, gesturing towards a cup.

Nicole went to sit by her side, grabbing the mystery cup. She frowned slightly when the steam reached her nose, bringing with it a pleasant minty and honey aroma.

"Tea?"

"Since you were so disheartened about having to skip it earlier," Cassandra averted her eyes, seemingly finding the curtains very interesting.

After a long sip, she let out a content sigh. The warmth was more than welcomed, despite the weather. She set the cup back on the table and turned her attention on the brunette, now fidgeting with the corner of a pillow.

"Thank you," Nicole said, leaving a small kiss on her cheek.

Cassandra smiled and turned around, locking their lips in a kiss that at first mimicked her gentleness, but soon turned hungry when dainty hands made their way to the brunette's nape, pulling her closer. She shifted them both, pushing Nicole down on the pillows littering the couch, until she was laying on top of her, legs on each side of her waist. Her focus was on leaving a trail of nips and kisses down Nicole's neck when the redhead jumped and barely stifled a yelp at another screech from outside.

"Ugh what the fuck is today, scare me out of my mind day?"

"How are you scared of these but countless dead bodies don't phase you?" Cassandra laughed, sound muffled by her position with her mouth against Nicole's neck.

"I used to work on corpses, not on ugly gargoyles that could chew my face off!" She gestured wildly at the window and the few creatures visible outside.

"You what?"

"You...didn't know?" Nicole couldn't help a giggle at Cassandra's confused expression.

"How was I supposed to know?"

"I thought your mother told you already. Or your sisters," Nicole shrugged.

"They knew?!" And, after something seemed to dawn on her, "Oh I'm gonna kick both their asses."

Nicole couldn’t help letting out a small laugh, placing her hands on Cassandra's cheeks and, with a pout for dramatic effect, "Right now?"

As much as the sight was both funny and endearing, the warmth starting to pool at her core was making her beyond impatient.

The indignation in golden eyes was replaced by an all too familiar glint and black painted lips went back to their work on Nicole's neck. Sharp fangs pierced the skin there, just enough to draw a few drops of blood and a whine. After licking every last bit of it, Cassandra's lips moved to the collarbones and lower, hands slowly starting to undo the buttons of Nicole's pesky uniform that was in the way.

When both the button up and the skirt were discarded on the floor Nicole tangled her fingers through black hair and pulled Cassandra in for a kiss. Her free hand went to the back of the dress, pulling down the zipper and guiding it off of the brunette's shoulders. Once both of them were left only in undergarments, Nicole pulled back to look up at the brunette.

"If I knew I was supposed to dress up I would've asked the chambermaid if there's anything fancy in the uniform stash," she said, taking in the beautifully intricate lace of Cassandra's matching bra and underwear, complete with a giggle at her awful joking.

The brunette only raised an eyebrow. "Mhm I can take care of that. Not like you'll need these for long though." Her hands reached under Nicole's back to unclasp her bra and in mere moments that too was on top of the pile of clothes on the floor.

Then Cassandra bent down to crash their lips together, tongue slipping past Nicole's lips when a wandering hand elicited a gasp from her.

Cassandra was by no means a patient person. Quite the opposite actually. But teasingly dragging her nails across sensitive skin only to feel the girl under her squirm and whine when her hand just won't go where she needed it made waiting all the more sweet. Slender fingers started to toy with the edges of Nicole's underwear. After a groan against her lips and an impatient tug of hair, Cassandra finally gave in, slipping two fingers inside her. She felt Nicole arch into her, a broken moan escaping past her lips when she broke the kiss to let her head fall back into the cushions. Cassandra took that as an opportunity to kiss the length of her neck, occasionally stopping to suck or bite at a spot, enjoying every gasp and moan she drew out of the redhead.

With Cassandra's rough pace it didn't take long before Nicole was clenching her thighs around her hand. Cassandra kissed her, swallowing her moan as she came.

The small room in the attic, Cassandra's drawing room she would later find out, was the perfect secluded spot. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other. First evening of many.

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[brellhal96]

I'm not jealous

Image credits: Isabella west on pinterest

Pairing: Loki × reader

Summary: You were completely interested in Loki and he knew it, but sometimes the jealousy towards Thor wasn't just about being the preferred son.

Precautions: Mentions of insecurities but actually, this is pretty soft.

You were not Asgardian however Thor considered you a great friend and warrior who had helped him in past troubles so with the support of his father he managed to keep you in Asgard. But neither were a common person, your planet had been destroyed in another galaxy some time ago, there descending from the kings, who were gods, you were a goddess inside of your radar social, goddess of life and soul, to be exact, you possed healing powers and even you could revive other after a certain time of his death.

After several fights and confrontations seeking to protect Asgard you had earned the respect and renown within society, even Odin.

However, you were only interested in what one person thought of you, Loki. You didn't understand why having so many options you should have noticed him, “the heart sometimes makes bad moves,” you said to yourself.

You felt like it was crazy when he started writing you letters on the sly, how mysterious he was made you love him even more, but at the end of the day you managed to have a relationship with him, to the point that all of Asgard knew it.

Odin and the queen adored you and Thor treated you like a sister, so his family was never a problem, at least for you, but Loki didn't see the same way Thor treated you.

They had won a heavy battle against a nearby planet, as always dinner and party came later.

“Really, and then Y/N did that magic with his hands and revived half the troop, it was fantastic” Thor recounted the scene with so much emotion that you couldn't not smile at it.

“You're an amazing woman” Thor winked and toasted you.

“Come on, it was nothing.” You sincerely loved being recognized for your work.

“Believe me that bringing so many people back to life is much more than anything”

Loki saw how you smiled and he smiled with you but you didn't feel it looked good.

“Do you want us to leave?"You saw him as he frowned.

“Not at all, to see how they praise you is great” he continued over dinner and honestly didn't want to start a scene with him in the middle of dinner, so you just kissed him on the cheek try to make him see that you cared how he felt.

"And how does it feel to have your powers?" One of Thor's friends asked you as everyone watched you with interest.

“It's not really like I feel different all the time, only when I use them, the healing power is sometimes very strong, even if I used it to a greater extent than due I could die, but it is quite pleasant the feeling after I managed to heal someone” You said as you moved your hands from which a green light radiated between your fingers.

"And what is it like to use it to a greater extent than it should?" Thor saw you worried.

“It would only happen if I tried to heal or revive an entire planet at once.”

“Well, that's not going to happen, not while I'm here" Thor gave a toast again and everyone screamed excitedly with laughter and jokes.

When you turned to Loki he seemed to be immersed in his thoughts, you even held his hand with the intention of verifying that it was him and not an illusion.

"Are you sure you don't want us to leave? We can go for a walk" You whispered near his ear.

"No, forgive me, I'm just tired" he smiled faintly though he noticed your intention to hold his hand.

The dinner was quite pleasant, you honestly didn't know why but Thor filled you with compliments all night long and toasts to both, even nicknamed them “The gods of Asgard” to both.

When dinner was over, you and Loki decided to go for a walk for a while, something you liked to do a lot because you always walked hand in hand, but still his face was stiff and his eyebrows frowned.

“What happen?” For a moment you thought he was upset with you, you almost never fought but when it happened you knew it was for serious reasons.

“Nothing, I'm just tired, it was a long night”

You hesitated for a second, but you rigorously said, "You know I don't like you lying to me.” You started getting angry because you knew that wasn't true.

You walked a few more minutes in silence, for a moment you wanted to let go of his hand and leave him alone, but you remained calm.

“If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but we can't solve anything this way and you know it” You were looking up at the sky while you were talking “I really don't like you behaving like this” You were about to let go of his hand when he spoke.

“Well, I don't like you and Thor sharing so many laughs either, but what can I do,” he said without seeing you.

For a second you analyzed his response and it was quite reassuring to know that his annoyance came from jealousy without feet or head.

"Are you jealous of your own brother?"You stopped walking abruptly.

"No" He turned and stood in front of each other. "You know I'm not jealous”

"Well, if this isn't jealousy, I don't know what it is."

"Well, it's not jealousy, it's just pretty annoying that all night he talks to his stupid thunder god tone while winking at you, it's annoying!" After speaking too quickly he put a hand in his eyes trying to understand what he had said.

“I say it is jealousy” you said in a mocking tone.

“Don't make fun, I know it's not right but when I see you smile with him it's like, fuck, I want you to smile like that with me.”

His eyes were sad and it broke your heart in two.

“Loki” You took his face in your hands" You don't have a damn idea how much I love you, do you?”

"I know, but I feel that sometimes... Sometimes you look so strong, perfect and unattainable that I do not know how much I can offer you" He looked nervous while talking “I feel like I'm talking too much”

"Hey, why didn't you ever tell me before?" he closed his eyes as he held your hand on his face.

“It's pretty complicated for me to talk about emotions, I'm sorry”

“It will always be important for me to know how you feel, fuck if you could only see how I see you”

“I love You Y/N” kissed your hand.

“Everything, everything in you is valuable to me” With care you caressed his face “I love you and you know that no one will stop me this feel for you”

He smiled and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I love you too, as you have no idea”.

Thanks for reading me

[nessaxc]

Part 2

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You honestly felt unsettled. It made you slightly nervous, no, rather anxious the thought of seeing him after so many years. You didn’t want to count how many, but you couldn’t help it and it is about ten years.

Memories of the times you wanted to confess to him came to your mind. You two had a solid and happy –very happy- friendship together. And you don’t wanted to destroy this friendship. You didn't even know if he liked you as much as you liked him. But before you could asked back then, it was too late, school endet and you both went to different universities.

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Kazutora said that he meets up with Baji before heading to the club and so you had time to pick an outfit. You decided to go with a simple black skirt and a white crop top.

The music that came from the club, which looked like an abandoned factory, had a way too strong bass, you could feel your clothes vibrating with it, a scent heavy with cigarette smoke and alcohol emanated from the seedy nightclub. You wondered what was in Mikeys mind before he organized the reunion at this place. You sighs resigned and enters.

The inside –to your surprise- is better than you expected, the lights that illuminated the club were shades of intense blues and violets, it’s was furnished with chairs that look comfortable and wide tables, a bar, some flowers and a very crowded dance floor. You zigzagged eluding some people and finally recognized your friends, your old classmates who are sitting at a table and surprisingly everyone is here.

“Y/N!” Kazutora exclaimed excited and stood up to greet you.

Everyone stood up to greet you and you guessed some hugs were inevitable.

Suddenly, Chifuyu collided against you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight hug. You squeaked and tumbled backwards, holding onto Chifuyu’s arms to maintain your balance, and stop yourself from falling to the ground.

“Y/N!” Chifuyu exclaimed, his voice filled with glee. “It’s been so long!”

You must had dreamed. You were sure of it. There is no other explanation for the fact that you are currently being hugged by your unresolved high-school crush, in the middle of the club, after more than ten years have passed since the last time you two saw each other. But there he was, and Chifuyu’s skin felt so warm and his hair smelled so good, that you are sure that if you weren’t already dreaming, you will be after you passed out in three seconds flat.

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Time passes and you found out that each classmate embarked on a very different path, but you knew about some of them because you still talked to them.

The chat is nice and fun, you had drunk four? Five Margaritas? Who cares, you were going to order another one because you finally started to feel your body relax more and your mind felt cottony and you liked how the images of too old memories start to drown in a pleasant blurriness and you preferred them like that, sunk in the depths of your conscience.

Everyone happily laughed and remembered the high school times. Everything is good and you didn’t feel any pain.

“Y/N” Chifuyu, who is stood in front of you, called you and snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you almost snarled and it’s hard to focus on Chifuyu’s face, you saw that the man offered your a hand.

“Come with me” you wanted to protest, but Chifuyu sounded so firm and serious, that you decided to take the hand.

You two walked winding through the bar and it’s a little hard for you, your legs felt shaky, but you managed it. Chifuyu took you to the club hallway.

Suddenly you stopped and said things without even thinking about it.

''Fuck Matsuno~'' you slurred out, grabbing his hand tighter. ''I'm tired of uh... of uh... of this um... y-you know!''

He blinked, baffled. ''I really don't.''

You groaned, clearly channelling all three not-drunk brain cells to speak. ''Ahm tired of this all… I like you... I liked you since Highschool, you know and I uh... I... I wanted you to like me back this way...!''

Your eyes locked with another. ''Yer so fuckin' beautiful and talented that it... it really makes me wanna... wanna... just uh... do stuff to ya... those clothes look really stuffy, ya know...?''

It finally clicked in his mind what you were trying to say, colouring his own cheeks a pinkish hue. ''Wait, are you saying...?''

Chifuyu took a long stride towards you, closing the gap almost immediately.

"I like you too, Y/N," he grunted like something was struck in the back of his throat.

You pouted.

Chifuyu swallowed.

"I always liked you," he finished, the heavy rasped remained.

"Oh," the word passed through your lips more like a breath. You felt his eyes walk down your body, ashamed of studying you and, surprisingly, you didn't feel the urge to turn away from it either.

Eyes staring in another and then in a rush you did something you certainly hadn't planned to do. You kissed him. Your hands cupped his face while your thumbs stroked his cheeks.

In your current state you badly resisted the urge to jump him and ruin all his clothes.

Actually, fuck resisted.

“Jesus, Y/N,” Chifuyu chuckled when you finally let him breathe. “You want me really bad, don’t you?”

"Y/N, do u want to sleep with me?" Chifuyu added while his eyes studied your body once again and his tongue subconsciously passed through his lips before retreating back behind them.

"Yes," you said and you were drunk enough to think that now is the perfect moment for this answer. Chifuyu swallowed the hitched breath lodged in his throat. "Than I think we should go to my apartment," he growl primitively.

You couldn't reject his offer even if you tried, if he wanted you to go home with him then of course you would, no questions asked, after all you liked him and you found out that he liked you. "Yeah," you nodded.

"Good, this way." he said before he extended his arm out for you, and you took his hand in yours without hesitation.

You groaned out something and leaned against him, but didn't protest further when he escorted you towards the door. Your old classmates bid you both goodbyes but otherwise you reached the double glass doors uninhibited, stepping out into the cold night air. Despite the chill his skin was warm and tingly from the alcohol and excitement of the night, rendering the air pleasantly cool against his skin as he set a path down the stone footpath ahead of you two.

Part three here -> 3

I’m sooo bad at this rn ahaha 🧍‍♀️

[xneens]

love me, hate me - part one

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, mild violence

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Who knew Ransom would get so worked up about a few stolen beers?

Or: In which he's a sucker for you but those were his favorite beers.

He didn't know why he put up with your shit. If you had been anyone else, you'd be working at a dead end job that barely covered your bills instead of walking around the mansion in your brand new Lois Vuitton purse, Jimmy Choo heels that screamed for him to fuck you, and a tight dress he wanted to tear off.

You even had the balls to call him Hugh, a name he specifically reserved for the help. When he informed you, you had rolled your pretty powdered eyes, sneering at him for being an inconsiderate asshole before asking why he wasn't calling himself Hugh due to the massive help sign that was disguised as his cashmere sweater.

Ransom didn't know if he wanted to hurt you or make you his. He preferred the latter but with the way you were pushing him, he wouldn't be surprised with himself if you somehow found yourself in the backseat of his car, tied up and awaiting for him to fuck you senseless. If you had been anyone else, he would ruin your life without hesitation.

He tried to hate you, he really did and usually, it wouldn't be hard for him to hate someone. Most of the time it barely took him a glance for him to decide to loathe the person. But as he tried harder to hate you, forget you, and ignore you, the more you wiggled your way into his every thought. Even then he couldn't hate you. It made part of him want to ditch family gatherings where he knew you would show, being Meg's best friend, and another part of him was exhilarated.

You on the other hand dreaded being dragged into another Thrombey's family gathering where it all ended in arguments and racists comments. The only people you were able to stomach were Harlan, his adorable nurse, Martha, and of course, your best friend Meg. Whenever the conversation began to look like a shouting match, the two of you would sneak away to get high with the maid, Fran.

Ransom was an asshole, a hot, smoldering asshole with enough snarky remarks that would make any sane person hang themselves. You knew he wasn't a fan of yours, which was only good news for you; you hated him, too. The expression "there's a little bit of good in everyone." applied to everyone except him, not that you weren't surprised. Truth to be told, you wouldn't put it past him to kill a family member if they pissed him off enough.

With the number of jabs you made at his expense, you were shocked he hadn't ruined your life yet. Maybe you had a death wish dangling over you, or maybe you just liked pushing him but you made it your little mission to ruin his evening since yours would be the second he stepped in the room.

Meg nudged you with her elbow, leaving a sore spot on your ribs. You gave her a dirty glare, looking up from your Instagram feed. She motioned to the large mansion ahead, the car slowing. "Okay, the plan is to get drunk, but not enough for my drunk relatives to notice and once they're having one of their dumb-ass debates, we sneak off to Fran's room and smoke a few. That sound good?"

Stretching, you nodded, tucking your phone away. "Yeah, that's fine. Remind me how I ended up spending Thanksgiving break with you, again? What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment?"

"You crushed your parent's wishes on becoming a lawyer, instead became an Instagram model, and the holidays with them are too long for you to hear how their daughter could've convicted criminals instead of posting bikini pics," Meg replied, grinning at your sarcastic pout. She stopped the car right beside her mom's. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

"That's what you said last time. Do you not remember how that little reunion ended?" you asked, opening the car door and getting out. The little gravel on the cemented driveway crunched under your new heels, making you grimace.

Meg shut her door, grabbing her purse. She waited at her side of the car and you both walked up to the door. "Actually, I don't. I'm surprised you can especially with all the weed you smoked."

Rolling your eyes, your mind wandered to the man who had killed your buzz. "Your asshole of a cousin ruined my buzz just by opening his mouth. He could be so much hotter if he never utters a single word ever again."

"Please stop talking about Ransom, it's making my lunch come back up." Meg whined, her feet trudging up the steps. Your heels clicked on the wooden porch. "Which reminds me, he kept asking if you were going to be here. Be careful, he might have a little trap to humiliate you in front of my family. If that happens, just knee him in the balls, and we can go to Cabo or something."

You made a face, cringing just thinking of Ransom asking about you, let alone imagining some kind of plan to embarrass you. "Ugh, what a dick. It's time like this that I regret not going back to my crazy family for holidays."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully. Let's go see Harlan." she opened the door, taking off the lush coat draped over her shoulders before placing it on the spacious coat closet by the entrance. She held her hand out for yours and you slid it off handing it over for her to hang up.

Martha greeted you before you could take another step, the Latina smiling at both of you. "I'm so glad both of you are here. The rest came in before you and they've been bickering since."

You both gave her knowing smiles, the loud discussion so heated you could hear it from all the way across the house. Meg sighed, snaking an arm around yours and Martha, pulling you towards Fran's quarters. "Looks like Harlan will have to wait. I'm not going in there sober."

Martha shook her head, slipping her arm out from Meg's grasp. "Sorry, I don't drink and I have to serve them before they get any rowdier. Between the three of us, I'd rather not see another fist brawl this holiday."

You let out a dry chuckle, fixing the hem of your dress. What were you thinking wearing such a tight dress to a party where Richard Drysdale would mentally undress you with his beady eyes. "We'll come with you, now won't we, Meg?"

She groaned, getting pulled by you, her feet dragging on the hard floor. "We're spending Christmas at your parents' house. You can suffer the family drama because I've had it up to here with mine."

"Oh, you big baby." you teased, following Martha to the living room with Meg in tow. You'd think with all the drama she endured from her crazy mother she'd be able to handle a little more from her crazy relatives. "Wanna mess with that racist, whiney troll?"

Meg's lips lifted into a smile. "That's why you're my best friend."

Martha took a turn towards the kitchen instead of the living room, leaving you and Meg to enter the roomful of crazies alone. Some heads turned but not enough to stop the little debate happening.

Jacob sat at the uncomfortable seat in the corner of the room, watching and tapping the screen in front of him, his eyes never tearing from the device. Linda and Donna sat side by side while their husbands had a screaming match with the other. Joni stood by the fireplace, sipping her wine, and occasionally input some random Pinterest inspirational shit. Your eyes landed on the man you thought would take his sweet time arriving.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale sat at his self-proclaimed seat, eating his Biscoff butter cookies, a smirk evident on his face as he watched you walk into the room. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced, blaming it on the cookies and his seven-month dry spell.

You broke free from Meg's arm, pouring yourself a flute full of champagne, swallowing every last drop before making your way to the plush couch, sitting beside your best friend. Your perfume whiffed in the air as you passed Ransom, making him sit up in his chair. You sat close enough for him to reach over and touch you, but he didn't.

Linda gave you the warmest smile she could muster, interrupting the men's argument to greet you. "Hello, darling. Glad you could make it. At least now there's someone in the room with half a brain."

Walt sneered at his sister before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Hey, kid. Your dad still adamant you become a lawyer?"

"Yup," you answered, pulling out your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from said person. "Why else do you think I let Meg kidnap me, Walt? No offense, but Thanksgiving at the Thrombey's doesn't classify as peaceful or relaxing."

Ransom guffawed, earning glares from his family members. He smirked at you, biting off a piece from his cookies. "Finally, someone who speaks the truth. No wonder she's his favorite."

That subject launched another debate: deciding who was Harlan's favorite. It was no doubt, Martha was but you did come at a close second. Ransom knew, and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to watch his relatives fight. He was a dick that way. He glanced at you, seeing your phone light up as you whispered a secret to Meg. You ignored the phone call, turning over the phone.

While the rest of the family argued, you left Meg's side, getting up from the uncomfortable couch, and walked out of the room. Ransom watched you, licking his lips at the sight of sashaying, hips swaying, and heels clicking. The crotch of his pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Meg watched him watch you with narrowed eyes, suspicious by her cousin's behavior. He may be 33 but he still acted like a teen, and with her best friend pushing him, there was no telling what he'd do. "If you do anything stupid or remotely offensive to her, I'll make sure to send her your head for her next birthday. Maybe she'll have it taxidermied, and hang it up."

Ransom smirked, tossing the last of his cookie in his mouth, chewing as he looked down at his cousin. "That'll only give me a view of a lifetime. My, this college you go to doesn't seem to teach manners does it? Charming as ever, Meg."

She scowled at him, getting up in the middle of the argument. She couldn't stop whatever he was planning if she didn't know what he had in mind but she wasn't going to ruin this holiday for her best friend. Meg followed you to the kitchen, seeing you take a shot glass from Martha. "Drinking already?"

"Don't judge me. Lemme wallow in the warmth and love of the alcohol that your family isn't capable of," you replied, drinking the clear liquid, grimacing as it burned your throat. Martha handed you the chaser, her timid personality making her put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Martha."

Meg took the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot before offering it to Martha who had shaken her head. "You sure?"

She nodded, placing the bottle back in its place. "Yeah, I don't need to be drunk when serving those people. It seems like it's even worse out there than before."

"Thank Ransom. That bastard decided to start another fight just by opening his mouth," you said, sipping on a glass of water. Sniffing the room, you smelt the Thanksgiving dinner Martha had to cook by herself. You knew she had to make a special meal for Ransom since he wouldn't dare put the traditional food in his mouth. Too bad, it'd shut him up. "Why is he here, anyway? Isn't he usually the last one to get here?"

"Usually, but he came with Linda and Richard. Don't worry, you're not the only confused." Martha answered. The oven timer beeped and she opened it, taking out the pumpkin pie. She held it out. "What do you guys think?"

"Looks delicious," Meg replied, looking around the room. The sun was setting and soon you would have to face Ransom again, for dinner. "Do you need any help, Martha? We could help you set up the table or something."

"No, it's fine. I have everything taken care of," she said, nearly dropping the big turkey. Meg helped her, carrying it to the counter. Martha smiled sheepishly. "I guess I could use some help. Meg, do you mind stirring the gravy? And [Y/N], would you please place some knives at the table?"

Both you and Meg nodded, helping the poor nurse. Harlan must've let Fran have the day off or else she'd be all over this. Meg grabbed a plastic ladle from the drawers while you took a handful of knives, leaving the kitchen and walking to the dining room. The long table had been filled with plates, glasses, and napkins, the only thing missing was silverwares. Harlan would have to give Martha a raise.

You had just placed the first knife down when Ransom came in the room, leaning against the arch, arms crossed as he took you in. Watching you, he realized he might have a knife kink, only when it comes to you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make some kind of remark.

When he didn't, you sighed, tossing a knife onto a clothed napkin. "Yes, you pretentious asshole?"

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wood and walking towards you. "Hello to you, too. Why exactly are you doing that? Shouldn't that Mary girl be taking care of everything?"

Oh, the urge to stab a knife in his face--it was almost too much to resist. "It's Martha and unlike you, I'm nice enough to offer help rather than be a lazy prick who no one loves. Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, baby."

Ransom snorts, walking up next to you, so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. "You know, my dear cousin mentioned something about some prank she thinks I'm going to pull on you. Do you know what's going on in that stoned brain of hers?"

"Ransom?" you asked, making your way around the large table, placing knives where they belonged. Gritting your teeth into a smile, you turned to him. "I mean this in the best way possible: fuck off."

He would never dare admit it, to himself even, but that hurt him a little. Not enough to break his smug exterior. "Aw, I like you, too, sweetheart. Hurts when you don't admit you do, too. Want some help on the other silverware?"

Your jaw dropped, the knife slipping through your fingers and Ransom caught it quickly. He placed the knife on the empty, designated napkin. "You're fucking with me."

"No, but I sure would like to fuck you." he grinned, the hidden objective twinkling in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, returning back to the kitchen with Ransom following. "Can't a guy help out around here?"

Ransom grabbed your hand before you could push the kitchen door open. He gently led you to the dark, almost hidden hallway beside the dining room. You snatched your hand back, your elbow grazing the wall behind you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Spending time with my favorite person," Ransom answered, the smirk gone as he backed you to the wall behind you, leaving you no room to escape. Not that you wanted to. His eyes dropped to your lips, only to darken when yours flashed to his. "Why're you so special? Why do you keep invading my thoughts, my dreams, huh? What're you doing to me?"

That made you smile, amused he couldn't stop thinking about your body. You drag your manicured finger down his blue sweater, earning a shaky breath from him. "Glad to know you have wet dreams about me, Hugh. Hmm, what do you get off to, anyway? Degradation? BDSM? Or are you vanilla in bed? With the way you act, it makes me wonder if you even have a dick."

He growled, slamming you into the wall so hard your head made a loud thud. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit. You did like it rough. "Your a guest here, act with respect, [Y/N]. Close that mouth before you say something you'll regret."

"Wouldn't you like it if I used my mouth for something useful?" you breathed, hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His eyes drifted to your lips, tongue darting out to moisten his own. "Yeah, you would."

"What that mouth do, sweetheart?"

You heard the oven timer ding and you smiled, moving your lips to his ear. "Eat."

—

His thigh brushed against yours, a hand "accidentally" landing on your bare thigh, his fingers wrapping around the leg. You flashed him a hard smile before moving your thigh away, almost kicking his wife across the table. You scooted closer to Ransom, hoping to avoid his father's uncomfortable advances. If it wasn't for Linda, you would've stabbed the knife you were holding in his hand.

Apparently, you scooted a bit too close to Ransom for him to raise an eyebrow at you, the hint of a soft grin appearing. You glared at him. "Don't."

Ransom chuckled softly, moving closer, close enough for your shoulders to touch. "Now who likes my company?"

"I do like your company... said no one ever." you snapped, keeping enough distance from Richard's wandering hands. If you could, you would've rip his fingers off, but the Thrombey's were too powerful. Ransom threw you a glance, looking between you and the gap between your chairs. You grit your teeth. "What?"

"I didn't say anything."

You pushed away from the table, frustrated with everything about your situation. Tossing your napkin on your plate, you stood up, catching everyone's eye. "Excuse me."

Meg was in the middle of eating her share of the turkey, looking up with a piece of the skin hanging from her mouth. If you hadn't felt so uncomfortable, you would've laughed. She sat up, tilting her head in question as she covered her mouth. You shook you head, assuring her you'd be fine.

Ransom's eyes followed you as you walked by Harlan, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek and a hug before walking out of the dining room. He didn't think he'd ever be jealous of his grandfather. He waited a few seconds before following you, Meg's narrowed eyes watching him as he walked with purpose—he just didn't know what that was yet.

He heard your door slam before he could take a step up the stairs, leaving him confused on what to do. Ransom knew you would reject his company, not that he would blame you. Yet, he felt a little pang in his chest that he ignored, blaming it on the salty turkey. He'd have to go to the doctor soon, check out what was going on with his heart. It might be something serious like palpitations.

Sighing, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and dragged his feet back to his room, trying to forget about the effect you had on him.

It didn't work.

—

Crawling out of bed, you tiptoed down the hall, careful not make a sound as you made your way downstairs. The stairs were loud and you cringed, hoping everyone was deep asleep. Meg had passed out after smoking Fran's stash, plopping down on her bed in your shared bedroom. She reeked of weed and that hadn't help you sleep at all.

You snuck into the kitchen, the soft counter lights bright in the dark room. Walking over to the fridge, you pulled it open, seeing Ransom's alleged "best" beer right at the front. Rolling your eyes, you grab one, popping the cap off. You took a sip, agreeing with the asshole; it was great beer.

Unfortunately, he chose that right moment to have a midnight snack. The kitchen door opened and Ransom was greeted by the sight of you drinking his beer in your tight tank top and booty shorts. It was enough for him to lose it.

Angrily, he walked up to you, snatching the beer from your hand, some of it dripping on the floor. He held it up in front of you with a sneer on his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer?"

You flinched when he threw it across the room, the shards sprinkling out on the floor. If his yelling hadn't woken up anyone, that certainly would've. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, crossing your arms. "Don't you mean Harlan's beer? It's not like you bought that beer from your own pocket since you don't do shit."

"Oh, I don't do shit? Unlike you I don't depend on horny men and lesbians for likes in order to keep a roof over my head." he spits, pushing you back against the counter.

"No, you just take money from mommy and daddy." you fired back, amused by his anger. You decided then you had a death wish. Or maybe it was just hot seeing Ransom so riled up. Either way, you weren't complaining.

Ransom growled, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises. "Shut up."

Smirking, you lean towards him, lips hovering his. "Make me."

Before he could kiss you, you shoved him away, took another beer from the fridge and walked away without giving him a second look. Ransom stared after you, gripping the kitchen counter.

This wasn't over.

part two