#devil and the bluebird

[ofliterarynature]

TBR TAKEDOWN: Week 15 (September 8)

TLDR: I have too many unread books, and I’m asking tumblr to help me downsize. Pick one or none - it doesn't have to be something you've read, just the one you think sounds the worst! Comments and reblogs welcome, book descriptions below the cut. See my pinned post for more info.

The Invisible Library by Genevieve Cogman

Irene must be at the top of her game or she'll be off the case – permanently . . .

Irene is a professional spy for the mysterious Library, which harvests fiction from different realities. And along with her enigmatic assistant Kai, she's posted to an alternative London. Their mission – to retrieve a dangerous book. But when they arrive, it's already been stolen. London's underground factions seem prepared to fight to the very death to find her book.

Adding to the jeopardy, this world is chaos-infested – the laws of nature bent to allow supernatural creatures and unpredictable magic. Irene's new assistant is also hiding secrets of his own.

Soon, she's up to her eyebrows in a heady mix of danger, clues and secret societies. Yet failure is not an option – the nature of reality itself is at stake.

The Silence of Bones by June Hur

1800, Joseon (Korea). Homesick and orphaned sixteen-year-old Seol is living out the ancient curse: “May you live in interesting times.” Indentured to the police bureau, she’s been tasked with assisting a well-respected young inspector with the investigation into the politically charged murder of a noblewoman.

As they delve deeper into the dead woman's secrets, Seol forms an unlikely bond of friendship with the inspector. But her loyalty is tested when he becomes the prime suspect, and Seol may be the only one capable of discovering what truly happened on the night of the murder.

But in a land where silence and obedience are valued above all else, curiosity can be deadly.

Devil and the Bluebird by Jennifer Mason-Black

Blue Riley has wrestled with her own demons ever since the loss of her mother to cancer. But when she encounters a beautiful devil at her town crossroads, it's her runaway sister's soul she fights to save. The devil steals Blue's voice--inherited from her musically gifted mother--in exchange for a single shot at finding Cass.

Armed with her mother's guitar, a knapsack of cherished mementos, and a pair of magical boots, Blue journeys west in search of her sister. When the devil changes the terms of their deal, Blue must reevaluate her understanding of good and evil and open herself up to finding family in unexpected places.

[universalcarnival]

Would anyone at all be interested if I added Berdly here? I know I haven’t been active at all here really recently, but maybe a refresh of my roster would help?

[anchorandrope]

happy pride to my hands your hands tied up like two ships i don't care what people say when we're together oh i will carry over fire and water for your love the script was written and i could not change a thing i said hey it's alright if it makes you feel alive and every jaw drops when she's in those jeans there will always be the kind that criticize but i know yes i know we'll be alright so i built you a house from a broken home i'm all yours i've got no control no control it's been so long it's been so long maybe we're fireproof used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind if you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do then baby i'm perfect the priest thinks it's the devil my mum thinks it's the flu but girl it's only you for your eyes only i'll show you my heart the summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation so many nights i thought it over told myself i kinda like her but there was something missing in her eyes same lips red same eyes blue same white shirt couple more tattoos wherever i go you bring me home in a black dress she's such an actress yeah so you can cut me up and kiss me harder you can be the pill to ease the pain im just like you if you only knew now i'm asking my friends how to say i'm sorry they say lad give it time there's no need to worry i know that you're scared because i'm so open breathe me in breathe me out i don't know if i could ever go without i get so lost inside your eyes would you believe it? so bright sometimes shine i'm not ever going back don't blame me for falling i was just a little boy i couldn't want you anymore kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor staring at the ceiling two weeks and i'll be home we were only kids just tryna work it out wonder what they'd think if they could see us now i've been looking back a lot lately me and you is all i ever know and it's been ages different stages come so far from princess park waiting to wrap your legs around me and i know you hate to smoke without me cause you're the only one when it's said and done and i'm too tired to be tough just wanna be loved by you it's a church of brunt romances and i'm too far gone to pray in a strange way we're all in this together been this way forever you're not the only one but i'd follow you to any place if it's hollywood or bishopsgate i'm coming too if i was a bluebird i would fly to you stay green a little while you bring blue lights to dreams do you think i'm cool too? or am i too into you? maple syrup coffee pancakes for two you lay with him as you stay in the daydream you feel a fool you're back at it again i take you with me every time i go away in a hotel usin' someone else's name when we're finished saying nothing can we please get back to lovin'? i don't wanna face the music but i still wanna dance with you but the friends we make the love it takes is worth is worth is worth it all the time my heart might be broken but i won't be broken down you and me until the end wakin' up to start again fabricated fairytales bring a new world to life there were problems in this empty bottle at the bottom but we drained all that you should be startin' at the sky the birds just passin' by love spent my whole life thinking i had to change

[inspo]

[lgbtqreads]

I'm hungry for more lgbt scifi (esp space operas) .... but I've read a lot already lol. I've read everina Maxwell's books and really enjoyed them. also the teixcalaan books, once & future (and its sequel), Emily skrutskie's bloodright trilogy, the darkness outside us, light from uncommon stars, a complicated love story set in space, the space between worlds, this is how you lose the time war, the disasters, Empress of forever, a strange and desperate glory, unconquerable sun, the locked tomb series... just to name a few. I think more recent books (published 2023-2024) and upcoming books are less likely to be on my radar, and I really enjoy romantic drama in my space operas but it's not necessary, and I also really enjoy when there's a major surprise twist. the wayfarers series is on my list but it doesn't seem to be available on Libby unfortunately

Try Bluebird by Ciel Pierlot, Seven Devils by Laura Lam and Elizabeth May, The Starmetal Symphony by Alex White, the Xuya Universe Romances by Aliette de Bodard, the NeoG series by K.B. Wagers, The Salvation Gambit by Emily Skrutskie, Persephone Station by Stina Leicht, The First Sister by Linden A. Lewis, Bang Bang Bodhisattva by Aubrey Wood, A Fractured Infinity by Nathan Tavares, and if you like mystery, The Mimicking of Known Successes by Malka Older!

[heartfullofleeches]

FUCKING. YES.

What (some of) my ocs put you as in their phone:

Liu/Lucille (butcher/cannibal Yan): "Bambi" or "Belle/Beauty" The latter related to one of their favorite movies as a kind. If she could love her beast, you'll do the same won't you?

C.C/Saffron (Yan incubus): "Bae <3" with a string heart and flower emojis after. Will just as quickly change it to "Lil' bitch" if you ignore him long enough

Amyas (Yan cupid): "Answer immediately"

Baron (Yan demon): "MJNW" He's trying to spell mine, but his fingers are too fucking fat to hit the right keys

Maddox (Yan reaper): "Them"/the gendered variant. Simple, to the point - brings a smile to their face everytime they see it on the screen.

Alasdair (Yan Angel): "My light" Bro lights up a whole room with those eyes, but pop off king

V (incel Yan): "Kitten"

Miller (streamer Yan): "P1"

Erin (Yan Bully): "Pain in my ass" when you first give it to him. "Everything" after he finally let's his heart bleed.

Theodore (Teacher Yan): "Dear" for you, but he asks you put him in your phone as "Teddy"

Devlin (immortal Yan): "Boo (at night I think of you...)" His favorite song from that time period and what he plays outside your window.

Silas (immortal Yan): "THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE DUMBASS" He sends a lot of "prank texts" to people and almost send you a five paragraph long threat when it was meant for your boss.

Selene (Yandere housewife): "Sweetheart, My One/My Only" She gets so embarrassed when you find out.

Orion (Yandere Devil): "Prized Jewel"

Gemini/Gemini (Twin Devils in one body): "Our Missing Piece" They change it constantly, but that's what it's been for the longest

Daina (Yan Final Girl): "Rid3 or Di3"

Dea (Worshiper God): "My Universe." Stuff like that seems so small to them, but it just feels right.

Cherry, Clementine, Lemon (Yandere robots): "Master" Cherry and Lemon put hearts at the end, Clementine puts a sword

Lime (Yan cat hybrid bot): "Owner~" with a tongue emoji at the end

D.kay (Yan Murderbot): "SUNNI" (sunny) or just a long string of those heart eyed emojis

Milk Tea (Yan cow hybrid): Pet

Eggnog (Yan cow hybrid): "Bunny or J.J" The name of the rabbit plush they own as a child. Without it they aren't sure they'd be alive today. The same goes for you.

Root beer Milk (Yan cow hybrid): "Partner in Crime"

Bluebird (Former Darling Yan): "Saving Grace" or your name with a key emoji at the end.

Gus (Clown Yan): "Cutie Pie"

(And that's it for now. If there are any characters you'd like to see just lemme know and I might do a part two)

[the-bluebird-you-need]

The Bluebird on Your Shoulder

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin,

You're waiting for someone to perform with.

And don't you know that it's just you? Hey Jude, you'll do,

The movement you need is on your shoulder.

- Hey Jude (1968)

PLAYBOY: "Let's go back to jogging your memory with songs. How about Paul's song 'Hey Jude'?"

LENNON: "He said it was written about Julian. He knew I was splitting with Cyn and leaving Julian then. He was driving to see Julian to say hello. He had been like an uncle. And he came up with 'Hey Jude.' But I always heard it as a song to me. Now I'm sounding like one of those fans reading things into it... Think about it: Yoko had just come into the picture. He is saying. 'Hey, Jude'-- 'Hey, John.' Subconsciously, he was saying, 'Go ahead, leave me.' On a conscious level, he didn't want me to go ahead. The angel in him was saying, 'Bless you.' The devil in him didn't like it at all, because he didn't want to lose his partner."

- John Lennon, Playboy Interview (1980)

The first time I played this song for John and Yoko was on what we called the 'Magic Piano' in my music room. I was facing one way, and they were standing behind me almost on my shoulder. So when I sang, 'The movement you need is on your shoulder', I immediately turned around to John and said, 'Don't worry, I'll change that,' and he looked at me and said, 'You won't, you know. It's the best line in it.' So, this line that I was going to junk got to stay in. It's a great example of how we collaborated. He was so firm about keeping it in that when I sing 'Hey Jude' now, I often think of John, and it's become this emotional point in the song for me.

- Paul McCartney, The Lyrics (2021)

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door And you'll know what love is for I'm a bluebird

...

Touch your lips with a magic kiss And you'll be a bluebird too And you'll know what love can do I'm a bluebird

...

Fly away through the midnight air As we head across the sea And at last we will be free You're a bluebird

...

All alone on a desert island We're living in the trees And we're flying in the breeze We're the bluebirds

- Bluebird (1973)

As far as I'm concerned it's a beautiful summer's day. There's not a cloud in the sky. And there's probably a bluebird on my shoulder if I bothered to take a look.

- Give My Regards to Broad Street (1984)

[justanothervigalanty]

Top 3 nicknames that batmom has given, well every one including babs! (My au)

Age:Bruce is 44, batmom is 29, dick is 20 , Jason is 18, Tim is 15 Damian is 11 , mercy is 4 , cass is 15 ,Stefany is 15 , ace and Titus are 2

info:you we’re dating bruce when jason first came into the family so he was around 9, you never really knew dick until he walked into you and bruce flirting on the job (ur a cop) . Dick must of been around 17 when you met him. After Jason died bruce bought home Tim who was 6 and then there was Damian who came when he was 9 oh and mercy she is your and Bruce’s only bio daughter (you have miscarried a boy as well who died at 4 months due to Jason’s death). Also the thing with barbra and Bruce NEVER happened!

Bruce-babe, bats , love

dick-bluebird, boy wonder , my little acrobat

Jason-jay , my little man , jaylad

Tim-Mr.expresso , my bundle of joy , baby bird

Damian-dr. do little , little devil , little bat

Mercy-baby girl , daddy’s girl, merie

unnamed boy-my baby , little Bruce , our boy

cass-princess, cassie , karate kid

stefany- butterfly, steth , flower

barbra- babs , BG , text savvy

[ahhhhhhhh3613]

Dear bluebird, can you see the signs?

The day was sullen, dry and drawn as bitter men still yet haunted by their ghosts. Growing now tired of my studies I turn and look out the window to see, to my sudden joy, a bluebird sitting in a tree.

I gaze only a moment before it darts away, stalwart and fast as the wind upon which it glides. Just as many seconds and it is returned to my view. it goes on like this for many heart beats, feeling to me like an eternity in motion.

To and fro and back again the bluebird ricochets in the glass, just as lightning through stormy skies flickers between luminous life and haunting death. There is splendor in it's quick paced toil but so too is there a bitterness. An ominous pact sealed with the blood of fathers past is soon to command it's iron will

For what untold purpose do you so diligently flutter and fly? A life lived, made a slave to the unrelenting tide of evolutions merciless cruelty. Dear bluebird, can you not see the tragedy of fate's design? The ritual of your existence so long preformed it seeps into your bones, into your heart, inherited from your ancestors, and forced up your descendants, only shared with your likewise doomed kin.

Do you live in blissful folly? Unaware of yourself, of your kind? Or are you enlightened, made wise to some grand truth beyond my understanding. I will count you, dear bluebird, among the others, among those who died and the reaper met with angelsong.

I am not unlike you, each day spent for a life. A slave, not to nature's cruelty, but the malevolence of man, and the solitude of my soul. Yet you, my dear friend, seem not to care, in a way unlike my own. The days not black, nor roads paved in thorn, the sun shines upon your feathered flesh as ever before this day. You will live, back and forth again, until you live no more.

No secret sepulchre of the damned waits for you in the devil's hand. Rather you are destined to make your nest upon the stars, your song to echo in the wind. Dear bluebird, can you not see the beauty of fate's design? Your outstretched wing benevolent and merciful, that you would so toil before me and teach so poignant a lesson.

[yinyuedijun]

a bit late for the missing aki hours but i still think abt aiko (愛子), bluebird mc's kid with *** ***** and how their name literally means loved child, you've broken me with the whole memory trace plot

I won't lie anon this ask completely bludgeoned me w the aki feelings bc I hadn't thought about that plot in so long.. memory trace was a sad story BUT here is a happy spoiler about the ending of bluebird (which is what I consider what "actually happened" in the context of the fic) if it makes you feel any better:

tw: csm manga spoilers + fucked up sex + literal spoilers for the entire ending of bluebird

so in the ending of bluebird, aki's death is averted because the mc foresees how it'll happen by using her powers - since the future devil lives in aki's eye, when she makes eye contact with aki, she is also making eye contact with the future devil and can see its memories and predictions as a result. she is therefore prepared when the gun devil comes to kill denji and power, and uses her powers to compel it to run away with her. then she has sex with it, forces the gun devil to fall in love with her, and makes it give aki control of his body again. consequently aki becomes something like denji or katana man - he can flip and forth between his human and fiend forms. the difference is that the gun devil is actually a sentient entity within him and will fight him for control at times, more similar to the war devil. either way though, aki is still alive, and even though he is pretty emotionally damaged from now being the gun fiend, he and the reader can have a future together :')

[adarkrainbow]

Fairytales - the dark season (3)

Today's title: Over the Garden Wall

"Over the Garden Wall" is a 2014 animated mini-series, created by Patrcik McHale (the man behind "The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack" or "Adventure Time"). It tells the story of two brothers, Wirt and Greg, finding themselves lost in a strange, magical and sinister forest called "The Unknown". There, they try to find back their way home while encoutering all sorts of strange situations and excentric characters, ranging from the comical to the nightmarish. But as a bluebird called Beatrice, claiming to be a girl transformed by magic, leads them to a good witch supposed to help them, the presence of an ominous "Beast" and the frequent sightings of a mysterious Woodsman lead the children into something far more dangerous than they expected...

Personal categorization: "Fairytales by autumn light"

"Over the Garden Wall" was originally conceived as "Tome of the Unknown", a Halloween-special series centered around two brothers trying to escape a deal they made with a cartoonish devil by collecting the pages of the titular "Tome of the Unknown", a book of forgotten stories. The project was massively modified to create the story we have today, but this origin explains a lot about the show's feel and aesthetic.

"Over the Garden Wall" is not an adaptation of any specific fairytale, and yet all agree that it has the exact feeling of a traditional fairytale - mainly due to how the show builds its world by combining in its plot and visuals various fairytale-adjacent sources. "Over the Garden Wall" is a mixture of Alice in Wonderland, Don Quixote and The Wizard of Oz, designed after vintage Halloween imagery, early 20th century cartoons, New England folklore and Gustave Doré illustrations. With, sprinkled on top, nods to Hans Christian Andersen's stories or Humperdinck's Hansel and Gretel opera. It might sound like a mess, and yet it is all presented in a short, concise and flowing way through a self-contained set of ten episodes, no more no less.

You will find there a perfect show for the "dark season" of wonders, as the story goes along from harvest festivals to the depths of winter, and uses many tropes and topoi of traditional fairytales in order to tell the story of these children lost in an uncanny otherworld.

[canonicallyanxious]

once a king... // A fanmix for the Pevensie siblings

i recently finished a reread of the chronicles of narnia [my first since i was a young child, so this was a trip and a half] and while i have an uh shall we say complicated relationship with the series itself my feelings about the pevensies are not complicated at all, which is to say i love them to absolute pieces. so in celebration of the finished reread, here is my small tribute to them! This fanmix is actually four mini-fanmixes in one! Every ten songs are for a different pevensie sibling. Full tracklist under the cut.

i. peter the magnificent

01. The Golden Age | Woodkid // 02. Willow Tree March | The Paper Kites // 03. King | The Amazing Devil // 04. Sleeping Giants | The Crane Wives // 05. The Trees Were Mistaken | Andrew Bird // 06. War | Son Lux // 07. Faith and Anger | Phil Beaudreau // 08. Family Curse | Beirut // 09. Little Brother | Lady Lamb // 10. Sisters | Radical Face

ii. susan the gentle

11. Something Unseen Touches a Flower to My Forehead | Cross Record // 12. Kerosene Dreams | Låpsley // 13. Bride | San Fermin // 14. White Words | Eliza Rickman // 15. Ophelia | Marika Hackman // 16. Moonchild | emune, Ashley Helal // 17. Grizzly Man | Rockettothesky // 18. After the Zero Hour | Wolf Alice // 19. The Archers | Laura Veirs // 20. Crimson | Skott

iii. edmund the just

21. I To The Maybe Go | Cosmo Sheldrake, Bunty // 22. You Know Where to Find Me | Imogen Heap // 23. Winter's Eve | Kishi Bashi // 24. They Stay Down Deep | Giselle // 25. Avenue | Agnes Obel // 26. Doomed ("Live from Blackalachia" version) | Moses Sumney // 27. Carrion Comfort | aeseaes // 28. I'm Your Man | Mitski // 29. What Shouldn't I Be | Sampha // 30. The Transfiguration | Sufjan Stevens

iv. lucy the valiant

31. Queendom (Harp Version) | AURORA // 32. I Sleep With the Windows Open | The Family Crest // 33. The People Who Raised Me | Gregory and the Hawk // 34. Wooden Walls of this Forest Church | Lost In The Trees // 35. There Beneath | The Oh Hellos // 36. Bluebird | Laura Barrett // 37. On the Summer Solstice | aspidistrafly // 38. There There | mmm // 39. While We Have the Sun | Mirah // 40. Open Arms | Mree

[listen on spotify]

[little-luna-llama]

I am a little confused. Does Shadow LITERALLY take Custard away to beast-yeast in the fic? Or was that a dream? So Custard continues to lead a normal life expect now he has a devil on his shoulder giving him advice and guiding him like "Hey, hey Custard, you know your uncle? Yea, yea i think you should just kill him tbh. :/"

Honestly, when I drew the very first piece for this au(hello bluebird), shadow was going to be more like the devil on custards shoulder, literally spying through him even if custard wasn't fully aware, and puppeting them fully when they say "hello bluebird...". Custard in this is one basically has blank memory gaps when shadow milk puppets them, and doesn't know shadow is even there outside of strange smug satisfaction when pure vanilla gets frustrated that shadow milk somehow knows what they're going to do next.

But in come little bluebird shadow specifically takes custard to beast yeast through the bedroom window, and keeps them in the spire of deceit and lies.

Rather than puppeting an unconscious custard physically custard is under their influence but concious to be able to fufill orders without needing to be hand held all the time.

Shadow milk is a performer and an artiste, they have a flair for dramatics and custard iii is a very good performer.

I haven't got a solid order of events yet XD all I know is who I want to be the one to snap custard out of the trance in the end.

[bluewinnerangel]

(This would probably do very well in gif form but here's a block of text instead lol) Ok so the visuals in the Daylight music video that go with the lyrics are really fun, and I wanted to post a bit of a thing of it here.. i probably miss some maybe obvious ones or nods/metaphors an whatever, and there are things shown that relate to the lyrics but not exactly at the time he's singing it that I don't mention, but basically almost every lyric and visual directly relate. And that's really cool so I'm gonna list what I seem. I am failing to come up with a word for it that most likely exists but as @theirloveisgross said "My art school ass loves this" so we're calling it the myartschoolasslovesthis overview for now for now:

Ok so Lyric + visual shown while he's singing it that relates:

I'm on the roof - hes on a roof

You're in your airplane seat - he crouches like as if he sits down on a chair (in the air)

I was nose-bleedin' looking for life out there - he walks out of the celeste venus shes expert not novice camper thing

Readin' your horoscope - girlie in the back reading bigass book she's holding up in the air

You were just doing cocaine - walks by white powdered face bunny girlie

in my kitchen You never listen - stands in front of knife'd daggered wall and shows angrywrittenalloverherface devil girlie wanting to throw more

I hope you're missing me by now - she throws another and misses

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you - walks past more circusmembers who are up in the air and he does a lil fly dancemove

You'd be the spoon Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you - lil dip dancemoves, the others up in the air are now hanging face down also both with orangey head thingies very honey very dippy (also most headdresses and accessoiries are honey-ish colored like theyre all dipped in it)

(here its a bit thats not that much directly doing something with the lyrics but ill keep up vaguedescribing whats shown, basically every line he finds a new circus-person he interacts with/mimics:) Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (Ooh) - me the annoying bluegreen clown stops him

Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (Ooh) - weightlifting stongwoman and hes acting tough showing his muscles

Daylight, you got me calling at all times (Ooh) - screaming through a thing with someone on the other end who is annoyed on the other hand covering her ears

Ain't gonna sleep till the daylight (Ooh) - gets into a box covered in sky and clouds and pretends to sleep in it - then bambamchaos till the next verse-

Out of New York - he's also waving to a girl in a marching band costume on stilts above him and you see the "a prize every time" sign behind them i have thoughts about this none are remotely direct and obvious anyways

I'm on the comedown speed We're on bicycles - well. hes on a bicycle.

Saying, "There's life out therе" - points to the sky

You've got the antidote - circusact with a snake wee venom

I'll take one to go, go, please - ?looks in distorted mirrors

Get the picture, cut out my middle - crawls at like.. middle-length.. like he cuts himself im half in length.. in between people hoolahooping on their middles

You ain't got time for me right now - there's the sign again behind him that says "a prize every time" (and then past "cleanliness(?) and "peep show" idk bro)

If I was a bluebird - view of a girl in blue with feathers shot from below so the background is just sky

I would fly to you - idk some dance of the bluebird trying to get to harry and being held back by the other blue birds

You'd be the spoon, Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you - theyre dancing around him and he seems confused and then he starts running away past the mirrors and theyre going after him.. its kinda like the bluebird wants to fly and stick to harry and harrys running away?

Yeap. cool. that was it for the lyrics and the matching visuals and from there it just turns to chaos (what a music video tends to do at that point). coolcoolcool

[arrthurpendragon]

Poll Game

I can't remember who tagged me, but I was tagged by someone (sorry) to post a poll. For every vote each fic gets, I will write a sentence.

I am tagging anyone who reads this or votes on this and writes! Also, you'd better tag me so that I can vote on yours! :)

[oatsynalliums]

👻Adopts are closed👻

Reblogs arent entirely truthful, so check the actual post if you want an adopt.

2 adopts per person :)

1. Pumpkin ~ @glorioussharkqueen

2. Tombstone ~ @groovygladiatorsheep

3. Undead ~ @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing

4. Skeleton ~ @skelefury-lizures-realm

5. Ghost ~ @tammysketchs

6. Candy corn ~ @jezynowachmura19

7. Angel ~ @tammysketchs

8. Scarecrow ~ @jezynowachmura19

9. Bucket ~ @eveeonaartz

10. Pumpkin spice ~ @eveeonaartz

11. Devil ~ @eveeonaartz

12. Witch ~ @eveeonaartz

13. Clown ~ @t4r0tc4rdz

14. Waxxed ~ @bluebird-in-a-cagedrawing

15. Spider ~ @eveeonaartz

16. Caramel apple ~ @eveeonaartz

17. Frankenstein ~ @glorioussharkqueen

18. Vampire ~ @skelefury-lizures-realm

19. Candy cauldron ~ @t4r0tc4rdz

20. Black roses ~ @groovygladiatorsheep

21. Mummy ~ @eveeonaartz

22. Sugar skull ~ @groovygladiatorsheep

23. CATSUNE MIKU?!?! ~ @gemstoneblitz

[northstories]

"Perhaps" 🐰/🐥

A requested minlix drabble for @case143-i-love-you

"Y-Yongbok-ah..."

Minho feels his voice shaking deep in his throat, a certain kind of quiver he always finds himself embarrassed about when it makes itself known.

Luckily for him, it doesn't happen often.

Unluckily for him, the one person able to coax it there, knows this.

"Yes, Minho-ssi?" Felix tilts his head, the very picture of innocence. Minho has to admit he was fooled as well, that first time Felix entered his dance class. He thought what everyone else seems to think, that his new student is a ray of sunshine, that bluebirds must dress him in the morning, that there isn't a bad bone in his body or hair on his head.

But this is only partly true.

How a ray of sunshine such as Lee Felix can be a devil creature at the same time, is beyond Minho's comprehension. All he knows is that he might be the teacher of this dance class, but Felix has been dancing circles around him in a spiral, bringing him closer and closer until Minho feels caged into a corner in the middle.

And he isn't sure he hates it, no matter how much that embarrasses him.

Even so, Minho tries to find the resolution he had mustered up to tell Felix what's what. Minho is his teacher. The kiss they shared a few weeks ago shouldn't have happened. The way Felix had stayed behind after class last week to get on his knees and drive Minho insane with his mouth around his cock was very inappropriate.

And the way it makes Minho feel when Felix looks at him this way... Is beyond sinful.

"I–" All the words Minho has prepared vanish when he actually finds himself alone with Felix in the studio. Everyone has filed out and the building is quiet. The late class often means Minho is the last to leave it even though there are several businesses in the lower levels.

And to his detriment, Felix interprets his hesitation as an invitation to come closer, which only makes his vocal difficulties worse.

"You?" he smirks, raising a wry eyebrow, teasing. 

"I think we should–" Minho is cut off when Felix’s hand nudges his own where it's hanging limply by his side. "T-talk about our, uhm, our relationship," he manages, though only barely because Felix takes his hand and leans in, ghosting a breath over his sticky, hot neck. 

"I'd like that," Felix purrs, a rumble in his chest that makes Minho's neck hairs stand on end. 

"You would?" 

"Yeah. I think it's about time we take it to the next level. You like me, I like you. It makes sense."

Minho shakes his head, flustered. "No, Yongbok-ah, that's not– That's the opposite of what I was gonna–" 

Felix pulls back from Minho's neck, but not far, on the contrary his nose is hovering right in front of Minho's. So close Minho goes cross eyes looking at the dainty freckles smattered across his face. 

"You don't like me?" Felix tilts his head again. 

"I didn't say that," Minho admits, he doesn't have the heart to deny that for some reason. "But this,” he gestures between them lamely, “me being your teacher, taking money for you to attend my class... It's inappropriate."

There. He said it. Honestly, weaker men would have crumbled, Minho thinks. Perhaps he isn't as weak to Felix's charms as he thought. 

"So, I quit the class. Big deal," Felix shrugs. "I'd much rather have you in your spare time anyway. If you know what I mean?"

Fuck. Minho didn't prepare for this outcome. Didn't even think about it being a possibility.

"Oh."

"So, how about it? Let me take you out?" Felix’s thumb ghosts over the back of Minho’s hand, and just this simple gesture is enough to make his breath catch in his throat. "Or in, if that's what you're into." Felix winks, then wets his full bottom lip with a quick tongue. "Hm, yeah I think it is. You a top, Minho-ssi?"

"W-what?" Minho sputters, caught off guard by the brazen question.

Felix hums. "I knew it. You were a little too intrigued by the sight of me swallowing your cock not to be."

"Yah! Lee Yongbok, that's eno-"

"In fact, I was so sure, I made sure to be ready for it before I came here."

Minho's brain stops and then kickstarts back into action, and with it, the mental images slam into him. Felix thinking about him, prepping for him. Felix wanting Minho's cock inside of him, unafraid to say it.

He blinks at Felix with big eyes, stunned, shocked, though regrettably also chubbing up in his grey sweatpants. "You're crazy."

Felix grins and bumps their noses together. "Thanks." He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Minho's sweatpants and tugs teasingly. "You into it?"

Weaker men would have folded much sooner, Minho thinks. Perhaps he can still salvage some of his pride.

"Your place or mine?"

Oh well, there goes that theory.

Felix’s smile turns nothing short of feline when he steps closer, all the way in to nip at Minho's lip, to slot their mouths together too chastely for the arousal coursing through Minho’s body. "How about that couch over there?"

Lee Felix is a devil and is going to be the death of him.

"Fuck."

"Yes, Minho-ssi. That's what I wanna do. Good job."

Minho bristles, but he doesn't get to say something before Felix tugs him over by the grip on Minho's waistband and then pulls his sweatpants down. No mercy, no consideration for his modesty. "Yongbok-ah!"

Felix pushes him down to sit, a faux coy smile on his face. "Yes, Minho-ssi?" Then he pulls his t-shirt over his head, then discards his pants while Minho is busy following the train of freckles down his naked chest. "Second thoughts? Cold feet?"

Minho should probably say yes. At least if he wants to hold onto a single sliver of pride. But he doesn't. He places his hands on Felix’s waist eagerly when he climbs into his lap, and moans when Felix kisses him properly, grinding their naked cocks together.

"God, you're so pretty," Felix sighs into Minho's burning face, his blush so hot his ears are thrumming. "Been thinking about this so much."

"Mfgh," Minho jolts when one of Felix's hands slips into his hair, and the other reaches behind himself to wrap fingers around Minho’s cock. "You have?"

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah. Wondered what you'd feel like inside of me. What you'd look like on this couch while I ride you."

Minho is going to have an aneurysm as soon as the blood returns to his brain. He should thank his lucky stars that it’s busy making his cock throb, so that he may live a little while longer.

Felix tips his head back to lock eyes with him. "You want me?"

And fuck it, perhaps Minho can be a weak for one thing. Perhaps he can be weak when it's Felix, pretty, brave and brazen Felix who despite having rather small hands manages to wrap them completely around Minho's attention.

"Yes," he whispers, squeezing the meat of Felix’s sides for purchase. "Fine, yes I want you, okay? B-but I mean it, it's still inappropriate that– ah!"

Felix doesn't give him a chance to repeat himself fully before he's sinking down, his hole squeezing the head of Minho's cock so tightly it borders on painful. In other words; Perfect. They throw their heads back at the same time, groaning in tandem, letting the vibrations shake them free of any restraint they may have had. At least Minho knows he's had them.

"Yongbok-ah, fuck, yeah that's it."

"Yeah?" Felix smirks down at him, cat-like and with mischief sparkling in his eyes. "You like?"

This menace, as if it isn’t obvious Minho is barely hanging on by a thread already, and that it’s rapidly unraveling when Felix engages his thighs and works himself on Minho’s cock in a steady bounce. 

“Y-you don’t have to he be so– ah shit!– smug about it,” Minho pants, but it only makes Felix seem even more satisfied with himself. 

“But it’s so much more fun this way.” Minho’s hips buck from the steadily building pleasure pooling deep in his pelvis, ramming him into Felix harder, and catching him by surprise. “F-fuck, Minho-ssi, oh, that’s– Yes, do that again.” 

Minho grits his teeth against the wild urge to do as he’s told because his pride demands him to fight it. “Don’t tell me what to–” 

Felix cuts him off again. He’s got a knack for it, one that few people would make use of more than once because of the death glare it earns them. But not Felix, no, he has a hold on Minho and he knows it. Knows Minho’s weakness for his gravelly voice and angelic face, for his lithe body and rough hands. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” 

And then he yanks Minho’s head back by the hair, baring his throat to the mercy of Felix’s sharp teeth when he digs them into him. Hard enough to leave half-moon shaped little dents behind, and to make the skin bloom with purple-black.

“Ah, fuck! Y-you little shit, I ought to–” Minho tries to reprimand him, he really does, but his hips want to obey Felix and betray Minho completely. 

Felix laughs breathlessly. “Listen to you talking dirty to me. How unprofessional of you, teacher-nim. Very inappropriate.” He only grips Minho’s hair harder when he stops fucking up into him. Hard enough that Minho’s scalp screams and he gives in, goes on, lets his body take over and pounds up to meet Felix on every descent of his bounces. 

“Yes, yes, yes! Ah, good boy, Minho, that’s it, fuck.” Minho isn’t normally one for whimpering, but the intense pleasure leaves him unable to do a single thing to stop it when it hums to life in his throat and launches itself out of his mouth. “S-service top, huh? Like being good? I see,” Felix’s voice is affected too now, a fact that makes something in Minho’s chest preen with pride.

“I-I am good,” he quips, and there is that quiver again, the very same one, though so much more clear and loud. 

“Yes - you - are - oh!” Felix’s thighs must be screaming because they shake when he lifts himself up now, and Minho is so close he can’t see any other option than to just go for it. He will have to deal with the consequences later, because his present state of mind can’t even fathom what they will be. He slides his hands down to Felix’s ass, kneading a cheek in each of his palms, digging his fingers in while he lets Felix bounce one more time. One more. 

One more.

And then he tightens his grip. Arms locking against the sides of Felix’s body and tipping him forward, holding him perfectly positioned so Minho can fuck him with the whole force his thighs can muster. 

Felix’s keens, but somehow still manages to make Minho feel like he is helpless in this. Like he is playing right into Felix’s hands, doing what he wants even by taking over. The power doesn’t shift, doesn’t even budge. The only thing this does is sign Minho’s name on the dotted line of a contract he had no intention of being bound by. 

“Yongbok-ah, Y-Yong–b-bok, I–” He squeezes his eyes shut and has to fight the pulses of pleasure that keeps trying to push him over the edge, tries to focus on determining if Felix is close, if he’s right there with him. 

And perhaps Felix is a mind-reader too, because he groans into Minho’s neck, “Yeah, me too. You feel so good, hyung, so good for me. M’gonna come, I’m–” 

Minho moans embarrassingly loud when Felix’s teeth clamp down on his neck again, at the same time as his hole clenches, tight and fluttering as he comes in hot ropes, making a mess of Minho’s torso, t-shirt and sanity. 

He thinks it might be lost completely for a few moments, when his own release is ripped from him so hard his vision goes white, then black as his eyes roll back in his skull. All he knows for sure during those moments is that he feels good. Feels so, so good, and that Felix’s name is on his lips. 

The world comes back into focus slowly, but he still feels slow once it’s clear, from the heaviness that has settled in his body. It’s a process in itself to roll his head to the side to be able to look at Felix, who has his cheek pressed against Minho’s shoulder. Still smiling. Always, somehow, smiling. 

“What?” Minho manages, but Felix just lifts his head and shakes it.

“Just… You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning in to bump their noses together again, softly. “And I’m so serious, I wanna take you out real bad.” 

Minho’s ears burn and a wave of shyness washes over him, as if he wasn’t currently still sitting here with his cock inside of Felix’s ass. “Oh, uhm– I– You do, huh?” 

“Yep,” Felix makes an exaggerated popping sound and scrunches his nose when he smiles. And damn it, if it doesn’t make Minho’s heart do somersaults from excitement. 

Perhaps it’s trying to tell him he would like that too. 

Perhaps it’s been telling him this for a while, but he hasn’t wanted to hear it. 

“Perhaps that could be arranged.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

He doesn’t shy away from Felix’s gaze, joyful and triumphant. And perhaps Minho is a little too smitten to leave Felix hanging, and to not lean in and capture that plump bottom lip with his own, just to hear the hum of that voice that makes him quiver. 

In a good way. 

❤🐰/🐥❤