#ensemble summons au

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Duck Duck Goose (Vampire)

by TheSilverHunt3r Jason Todd-Wayne had an idea for testing who had been turned or replaced by a vampire: the All Blades. They can only be summoned when facing evil. They refuse to be used against the innocent or good. Now, morality of an entire species was not something easily determined, but Jason was pretty confident that the All Blades would consider vampires evil. He walked up in front of Damian and squeezed his hands together in a grip, as if he was holding a pair of swords. Nothing happened. That's unfortunate. Words: 1116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of TheSilverHunt3r's DC Fics Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC vs Vampires Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Batfamily Members (DCU), Batman Ensemble, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU) Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: dc v vampires au, Crack fic tbh, Oneshot, The all blades, What if Jason Todd had used the All Blades to check for vampires? via https://ift.tt/itNABU2

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A/N: Second part to this very fun request by @macehysteria.

Also a first description of how Adelie looked when she was alive since I kind of dodged around it at the beginning of DiP. 👀

Hope you like it, lovely! 🥰 

Warnings: References to domestic abuse, period-typical homophobia and racism, murder, demonic rituals/summonings, Human!Alastor and Demon!Adelie DiP AU inspired by The Rose-Sleeved Record (another DiP AU), Vox is here for some reason

It's also stupidly long, idk what happened.

Part 1

“You do have a more…human form, don’t you?”

“That might’ve been a good thing to ask before we shook on it.”

Alastor’s seemingly ever-constant smile wavered until Adelie’s own pokerface broke. “Luckily for you, I do,” she mumbled. “I’ve never tried it though. And I can’t, like, cater to your tastes before you even ask. I can only look how I did when I was alive apparently.”

His eyes widened a little. “When you were—?”

“Alive,” Adelie finished for him, still not a fan of lingering on her own death. “Yeah. I’m not Hellborn, I’m a sinner.”

“Fascinating,” Alastor murmured, eyes practically sparkling behind his wireframes with interest. “And what did a dame like you do to deserve such a fate, hm?”

A brief flash of hurt washed through her features before she schooled them again. “Story for another time maybe,” she murmured as she looked down at herself. “Now would you let me out of this circle so I can change and we can get a move on?”

She was a fiery one and it couldn’t have all been based in the hellfire and brimstone she’d potentially left behind to return to the land of the living.

Alastor was far more of a fan of this than he felt he had any sane reason to be.

Bold of him, he supposed, to assume there was a scrap left of his oft-missing sanity.

With the edge of his sole, Alastor wiped through some of the blood sigils on the floor, disrupting the circle and freeing the demoness inside. She shook herself a little and skirted through the gap in the circle, forcing her to step close to him for a second before she could pivot.

Bafflingly, where Alastor had expected to catch a whiff of aforementioned brimstone, he smelled…lilacs? Who was she?

“Right, so what sort of outfit do I need for wherever we’re going tonight?” she asked as she took her coveted peek out the window and then turned to him when all she found was swamp. It was novel to her, given that there was next to nothing so green in Hell, but it wasn’t quite what she’d been hoping for. 

Alastor glanced over her current ensemble—a white, tea-length satiny dress with a pair of white kitten heels. “You already look dressed for the occasion, dear,” he told her, smothering any indication he may have made about how fetching she looked in it. 

Adelie made a little disgruntled noise in her throat, glancing down at herself and then eying the red accents in Alastor’s suit before bleeding the same shade of crimson into the fabric of her dress and shoes. Once she was done, she checked her work and therefore missed the faint blush that had started to creep up the radio host’s neck. 

“Right, while I figure out how to do the rest of this,” she said with a vague gesture toward her person, “tell me about yourself in case someone asks me things about you tonight.”

“Like what?” Alastor asked, sounding even a little dumbstruck to himself and wincing. 

Thankfully, she didn’t notice. “Um, well, favorite color, what you do for work… I don’t know, your birthday? Just stuff like that,” Adelie mused. “Also maybe how we met and what the circumstances were of us starting to date, that kind of thing.”

“Well, we would call that ‘courting,’ first off,” Alastor said after giving a bashful clear of his throat. 

The truth was that some would call it dating instead, but she needn’t know that.

The difference being that the sort of “dating” that was becoming ever more popular these days had an air of pure “fun” and a carefree feel to it with no real intent behind most of those more casual relationships. “Courting” had intent.

A further truth was that it was highly unlikely anyone would be surprised if he leaned into that “dating” life given how difficult he’d been to “tie down” by anyone who’d tried. So he really had no reason to correct her on her verbiage.

The deepest truth, however, that he even skirted past acknowledging, himself, was that he hadn’t the faintest idea of why he’d insisted on calling what they were doing “courting.”

“My mistake,” Adelie said, accepting the correction without batting an eye. “Vernacular is going to be something else I’ll have to think on. Do people say something’s the ‘bee’s knees’ yet?”

Alastor chuckled, something dangerously close to affection sneaking into his smile. Admittedly, he could hardly help it. She was charming. 

“Yes, people do,” he said, using her wording to tease her just a little. He wondered if that’s how he would go out this very night—death by smiting for teasing a demoness just a touch too far.

“Cat’s pajamas?” she wondered and the faint twist to her lips indicated that she was trying to amuse him now while she made various attempts to channel her power toward her appearance in new ways. Snapping her fingers, closing her eyes and holding her breath, turning this way and that, and then occasionally picking up a tendril of her hair to study to see if any of it had worked.

“Yes, indeedy,” Alastor confirmed, eyes widening a little when it seemed she’d finally struck gold in her attempts. Perhaps seeing her looking like a human woman would throw water on the flame he felt steadily, softly heating up his insides and sending that infernal flush up his neck.

He was a fool to think that would fix anything.

A fluttering wave of pearlescent magic fluttered like butterfly wings up and over her form. The process only took a few seconds and yet Alastor felt floored enough for the better part of an eternity.

White curls turned to a dark strawberry blonde. Ashen skin turned sun-bronzed. Her startlingly contrasted eyes turned soft and sagey green with a tinge of brown near the pupils. The scars he’d noticed on her face and neck faded to become nearly indiscernible and flecked instead with light freckles. Her stature had lowered by a few inches and her nails had become shorter, polished the same red as her attire.

The honey-colored eyes of the man standing opposite her failed to shift away, borderline mesmerized by her mere existence in a way he’d never been before, in a way he’d only heard about and scoffed at from the mouths and tales of others.

And then the traitorous thought, the question now embedded in his mind: Why did it take reaching through dimensions to meet someone like you?

“Well?”

Alastor realized he’d frozen up a bit and shook off the shock, playing it off as shock and nothing more. “It appears to have worked! Well done, dear!” he congratulated her. 

Adelie hesitated, glancing just past him toward the mirror hung over his dresser. She looked…almost scared. Still, she drew in a breath and walked to the mirror. 

To Alastor’s surprise and confusion, she flinched at her own reflection, one of her hands reflexively moving to cover her rouged lips. She traced her fingertips across the bridge of her nose, down over her throat, and slowly approached the mirror for a closer look after she’d overcome her shock or perhaps assured herself by the reflected figure’s copycat movements that this was, in fact, herself that she was seeing.

Giving her a few seconds free of his gaze, Alastor checked the watch in his breast-pocket and gave a small hum of discontent at the time. He didn’t want to hurry her, but the ritual and their original deal had taken longer than he’d accounted for—much longer and they’d be late.

Alastor sidled up beside her, inspecting the image of them side-by-side in the mirror and letting his appreciation show in his smile. 

“My favorite color, I suppose, is red,” he mused, backtracking to her original slew of brainstormed questions, “and my birthday is the 22nd of May. I’m 33 years old. I am a radio host—the radio host of the moment, if I may be so bold without showing the full breadth of my ego. Let’s see… For our part…”

He didn’t miss the way her cheeks went a little pink under his intense stare. With an inquiring tilt to his brow, he silently asked permission to place a hand against her shoulder. When she nodded, he let his palm rest just so, her skin hot beneath his hand. He found himself a little relieved that this didn’t change with the rest of her.

“We met at the busy little café on Burgundy Street two months back,” Alastor spun his yarn. “I was grabbing something to get me through a recording session and you were…”

“Planning to meet with an old friend who never showed,” Adelie added thoughtfully. “I was just heading out the door when you were opening it to come inside.”

Alastor chuckled. “How quaint,” he agreed. “Of course, we had our little Hollywood starstruck meeting of the eyes in the doorway.”

“Of course,” Adelie simpered.

“And perhaps, hoping for a few minutes more of your time, I suggested that we walk together if you were heading in the same direction as the station,” Alastor suggested, absently tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “Chatting all the way there.”

“So much so that you didn’t realize until we were parting ways at the station that you’d forgotten to get the coffee you’d been after in the first place,” Adelie said with a soft laugh that warmed his chest. She met his eyes in the mirror. “So I gave you mine.”

“Thank you for it,” Alastor bantered as he found himself lost for a moment in her gaze, noticing his voice had come out a touch too soft and low to sell the light air he’d meant to accompany the remark.

The rest was sorted out in the car en route to his mother’s home (after Alastor had managed to herd Adelie into the passenger seat in the middle of all her ooh-ing and aah-ing over the vintage automobile). 

They decided that perhaps she’d swung by the station at a later date and brought him coffee from that same café. Maybe then they’d stolen some time between shows to get to know each other a little better.

They decided that they should say Alastor hadn’t asked to court her until just a week ago. It afforded room for them to still not know everything about each other (despite Adelie giving him a few details of her own human life, changed to accommodate the current era) and also explained why he’d not told anyone about her prior to this night.

They’d thought they were prepared well enough until they arrived on Alastor’s mom’s porch steps and knocked at the door.

“You’re fidgeting,” Adelie informed Alastor as he straightened his lapels for the fifth time. She could see why he kept picking that particular detail to fuss over—one side was refusing to lie flat, but it was much more of a nervous energy driving his actions at the moment. She could practically smell it on him. “You have nothing to worry about. Parents historically love me.”

Alastor gave her a perturbed version of his signature (anxious) smile. “This isn’t something I’m precisely practiced in, dearest,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Lapel-smoothing?”

“Bringing women to meet my mother.”

Adelie gave him a dubious look. “You’re the one who wanted to do this,” she murmured, lowering her voice. “Besides, you’re a showman, aren’t you? Just treat it like one of your broadcasts. Play it up.”

“Those sorts of things don’t work on my mother,” he told her as he gave up on his collar. “Never have. At least not from me.”

Adelie hummed and evaluated both Alastor and his suitcoat before holding out the covered ceramic dish she’d babysat during the drive there. His reason given for the evening visit was the premise of bringing his mother some jambalaya he’d made that’d save her the effort of cooking for a least a few days. When he took the dish automatically, Adelie stepped closer and set to work on his lapel, herself. 

“It’ll be fine,” she reiterated as she got his lapel to finally behave. He smelled like a rich, subtle cologne and coffee and it was difficult for her to not lean in further and chase the intoxicating bouquet. She felt her face heat and rolled her eyes at herself. “It’s just a little show.”

Separately, both faintly blushing individuals wondered to themselves, Isn’t it?

The door opened before Adelie removed her fingertips from his suitcoat collar and both Adelie and Alastor turned toward the woman standing behind the screened exterior door. 

“Oh, hello, Mother!” Alastor chirped, his voice a little strained as Adelie stepped back and reclaimed the dish from his hands. “I’d like to introduce you to—”

“Oh, my stars, Al, she’s gorgeous!”  

Adelie laughed softly as she was swiftly maneuvered inside by Alastor’s mom despite her son’s insistence that they couldn’t stay, he’d merely wanted to introduce them on the way to the fundraiser for the station. All comments that fell on deaf ears in his dear mother’s determination to get as much information as she could out of him and his lovely date.

Who could really blame her either? After all, she was the first gal her beloved son had ever brought home.

It took Alastor a while to get a word in edgewise, but when he did, he used that freedom to properly introduce his mother to Adelie and vice versa. 

He had to step away when his mother insisted that he put the dish in the kitchen so she could sit and chat with “his ladyfriend.” Alastor figured that perhaps he should’ve felt more anxiety over leaving his dear, aging mother with a demon by herself, but he simply…didn’t.

He’d convince himself after this realization that it was due to the wording of their deal specifically prohibiting any harm to come to his mother during this visit. However, that particular detail was remembered long after he found himself nonplussed at the notion.

Adelie made good on her claims at having a good track record with parents—his mom adored her by the time Alastor was finally putting effort in to get them back out to the car twenty minutes later. 

Yet another unfortunate side effect of his earlier decision to correct Adelie’s wording from “dating” to “courting” was regarding the implied permanence of their union to anyone who heard it except, well, Adelie, who didn’t really know the difference.

Alastor felt a little bad when he saw how well the two ladies took to one another. (And a little wistful, too?)

There was one brief moment in the kitchen when it was just him alone with his mother that she fretted over the most obvious difference between them—a difference so much less noticeable after seeing her demonic form (as he knew it) that he’d not even stopped to ponder it, himself.

“Al, she’s absolutely precious,” his mother murmured to him as they leaned against the kitchen counter, his head bowed down to catch the words of the much smaller woman. “But are you gonna be okay?”

“Whatever do you mean?” Alastor asked.

“Cut the radio voice with me, kiddo,” she murmured, firm but affectionate. “I’m proud of ya, but I wanna talk to my boy right now.”

Alastor’s gaze softened and he nodded. “Apologies, Mama,” he said, gradually slipping back into the drawl he’d grown up with. The one he’d inherited from her that laced his voice with southern warmth.

“She’s white, honey,” his mom said. “Which I know you know. And she seems rightly progressive, but what if her family’s not? I just don’t want ya to get hurt, sweetie.”

Alastor knew she didn’t mean “hurt” in the emotional sense. In their case, “hurt” dating light-skinned folk could just as effortlessly translate to “lynched” regardless of how well they hit it off. Sometimes the worst outcomes came when an interracial couple were most in love—it only took one self-righteous father or brother or cousin or whomever to end everything.

And of course, having “met” (summoned) Adelie the way he had, this had only just crossed his mind. 

“She’s not in touch with her family. She’s from out-of-state based on what she’s told me and has no interest in rekindling any kind of relationship with them,” he lied smoothly. “But I’ll be careful, Ma. I promise.”

“Good boy,” she sighed, patting his arm. “I want you to be happy. But I also want you to be safe.”

He couldn’t imagine what she’d think if she knew what he did in his off-time. How completely not safe he chose to be at all times simply by existing and letting his darker instincts unfurl.

They got to the fundraiser much later than intended, the car ride there quieter than the one to get to his mother’s. Adelie seemed pensive or at least distracted by the city rolling past her window.

Adelie broke the silence once to tell him how lovely his mother was and that, for whatever it was worth coming from his “stand-in partner,” she really liked the woman who raised him.

Alastor had thanked her, agreeing that she was the best of humanity as he saw it. He wasn’t sure why her term “stand-in partner” bothered him, but he kept that piece to himself.

The fundraiser was stuffy, as fundraisers can be. Lots of handshaking and elbow-rubbing, but Alastor endured it for the good cause.

He kept Adelie close, usually on his arm, and introduced her whenever the occasion arose, admiring her in his peripheral fleetingly and often. She was charismatic and charming, managing to keep her vocabulary and slang neutral if not period-relevant and apologizing once or twice when she thought she’d been a little overly friendly or snarky to fit the bill of a 1920s dame.

Alastor assured her she needn’t apologize. Secretly, he wished far more folk were like her.

A handful of the guests side-eyed them for their color contrast, but she didn’t seem to notice. If she did, she made no note of it and no change in her behavior. If anything, she made extra sure to make it clear that she was choosing to stand by him and hang off his arm for the evening.

The judgmental stares of others had never felt so inconsequential.

It took toward the end of their time at the fundraiser for Alastor to admit he was attending to Adelie as if she were truly his date. No matter how many times he’d tried to convince himself to be more hands-off, so to speak, because she was holding up her end of a bargain for him, he couldn’t help the occasional pat on her hand holding his arm or asking if she’d like something to drink, and so on.

Damn it all, he liked her. Was she some sort of succubus? Could he aptly convince himself that the source of his budding infatuation was something otherworldly? More otherworldly than the idea of him actually having a semblance of feelings for someone? An attraction?

Alastor’s woe-is-me line of thinking puttered to a halt when he glanced down at her and caught a faint bit of fatigue in her gaze as it swept across the throngs of attendees dancing their entrepreneurial dance. His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought—he’d shown his face here, after all, like his boss had wanted. There was no harm in—

“Alastor!”

The radio host groaned inwardly. Through his teeth, he greeted the blue-suited, in his opinion sleazy newcomer. “Mr. Vox,” Alastor gritted. “What a surprise.”

The wannabe rival entertainer chortled and waved him off. “Please, Al, how many times do I have to say it? Just call me—”

“I will continue to call you ‘Mr. Vox’, as is proper for near-strangers,” Alastor countered firmly. Keeping his purposefully intimidating gaze on the other man, Alastor added, “My dear, this is a…friend of the station and the host of this soiree, Mr. Vox.”

Oh, he did not like the way this rat of a man looked at Adelie. It was the way he had to imagine a shark would perceive a bleeding fish amongst the tides.

“Well, whatddya know!” Mr. Vox boomed with a self-important grin. “Never thought I’d see the day our Al had a gal in tow! And what would your name be, sweetheart?”

It was far too easy for Alastor to forget that Adelie could surely rip the man in half if she wanted to, especially when she was small and sweet beside him with her demonic features under wraps. Even if they’d been on show, he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t have felt the aggressive urge in his chest to slap the other man’s extended hand away. A warning look from his boss across the room to play nice with their sponsors made Alastor set the idea aside. For now.

“Adelie,” she responded, polite but subdued. “Charmed.”

“A woman of few words,” Mr. Vox observed after dropping a kiss to her hand. Alastor wondered what he’d look like with those lips ripped clean off his face. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, Al!”

Alastor gave a noncommittal hum, entertaining the man’s remaining bout of small talk with terse responses that discouraged further conversation until the man caught sight of someone else to circle and bother. They said their goodbyes and Alastor’s shoulders relaxed ever-so-slightly at the man’s departure.

After a moment, Alastor’s gaze dropped back down to Adelie as a slow, mischievous smirk curled his lips.

Leaning down, he whispered near her ear, “Want to go to a real party?”

It wasn’t part of their deal. 

The deal had been for them to meet his mother (during which no harm would come to her, physical or emotional) and to attend the party, both under the guise of her being his new girlfriend. 

There was no second draft or amendment drawn up for her to accompany him to Mimzy’s, which he supposed later could’ve been a problem for him had she meant him or his flapper friends or the business itself any harm.

For the moment, he was smug in the knowledge that she’d agreed to accompany him without any such amendment as well. Which could only point toward the possibility that she was going with him because she wanted to.

They arrived at Mimzy’s just as the nightly festivities were at their peak, a veritable crowd crammed into the comfortably musty old speakeasy to stand at the bar, pack into the tables lining the walls, or swing it on the dance floor down by the stage.

“There are so many people here!” Adelie half-shouted over the noise, marveling at the bar interior, the energy, and the fashion surrounding them.

“It’s always a bit more lively on the weekends,” Alastor chuckled, bent close to her ear so she could hear him. “Please say so if it’s too much, my dear.”

“Are you kidding?” Adelie laughed, a bright smile gifted to him when she turned her head. “This is amazing!”

Alastor grinned back. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, maneuvering them both through the crowd and up to the bar to get them both a drink. Worried she’d get lost in the crowd if he so much as displaced her—or at least feeding that excuse to himself—Alastor shuffled Adelie in front of him at the bar, his hands resting against the counter on either side of her. 

He had her boxed in, her back just touching his chest, but she didn’t feel caged so much as shielded—the lines of his long arms created barriers between her and the people on either side of them. Once she remembered to be a little amused that he, a human, was running interference for her, a demon, she did find it all a little funny. 

Before that though, she’d forgotten for a moment she was dead and not of this time. Before that, she’d started getting a little too comfortable.

“What would you like, cher?”

Adelie blinked and tilted her head back to look up at him, dazed by the little unexpected endearment—very akin to his original unexpected compliment upon her arrival—and answered, “Oh, um… Whatever you’re having’s fine.”

One of his brows arched up high as he smirked. His glasses had begun a slow descent down his nose as he looked down at her. “Whiskey neat?” he challenged her. “You’re quite sure?”

Adelie huffed a soft laugh and reached up to press his glasses back up into place. “Quite,” she bantered back, earning a genuine smile from her “date.” 

Was it still a “date”?

Or was it just a date now?

They were both too wary of the illusion shattering to ask the other the answer to the question they were both wondering by the end of the night.

Instead, they threw back drinks—Adelie switched to old-fashioneds after the first finger of straight whiskey—and tore up the dancefloor the second Alastor caught wind that Adelie might be able to keep up with him.

And keep up with him, she did. 

She managed it as well as Mimzy and he realized with a sinking feeling that he might not ever feel entirely satisfied leading Mimzy in a dance again.

Speaking of Mimzy, it took her no time at all to infiltrate their evening, brimming with curiosity (and a touch of envy, it was true) about Alastor’s date.

Because by that point, it was a date and no longer a “date.”

The only imperfection of the evening came in the form of some drunken cad barreling over and trying to cut into their dance partway through the night, too imbibed to take a hint.

“Apologies on Mimzy’s behalf,” Alastor said as he scooped Adelie in close on the next step of their current number. They’d since lost their hesitance in reaching for one another—the dancing had helped bridge what was left of that gap. “She… She’s a dear friend, but she can be a lot to handle.”

Adelie just laughed. “I have a beloved friend back downstairs who’s similar energy-wise,” she told him. “It’s completely fine.”

Alastor’s brows rose. “So not a friend from life, but a friend in Hell?” he wondered. “The more you mention about it, the less I think any of what religion likes to preach is true.”

“Call it blasphemy, but I’m here to tell you it’s not,” she said. “As a matter of fact, I’m friends with Lucifer, too, and he’s a gem. So’s his daughter.”

Alastor had been trying to come up with a response when a man he’d seen around but had never spoken to tried to relieve him of his dance partner and nearly sloshed her with what was left of his giggle water in the process.

For an instant, Adelie’s instinctive response to a man coming at her like that harkened back to what it would’ve been when she was alive—a flinch, an attempted dodge. And then, well, she remembered she wasn’t a human anymore.

Alastor had a bit more trouble with that recollection than she did as his gaze fastened on the man and turned positively murderous.

Adelie’s nose wrinkled as the man leaned down and mumbled near her ear, goading her to leave this “wet blanket” and take off with someone who’d really “take care of her.” She shoved him off with restraint, figuring that flinging him across the speakeasy might draw attention. When he persisted, she decided he was drunk enough to forget whatever she did come morning. Or, at the very least, not fully be able to trust his memory.

His stale breath fanned against her face. “C’mon, darlin’, live a little, eh? Could snap tha’ twig in half—”

Adelie’s head snapped back with an audible crack and she met his eyes. Hers blazed red as her fangs lengthened in her grinning mouth. “Really. And what do you snap like, I wonder,” she purred, the throaty depth of her true form painting the edges of her voice.

It was enough for him to startle backward and fall on his ass, her face back to normal the second he leaned back. He gaped up at her politely confused expression like a fish until his friends came to collect him, murmuring sorries and excuses for his piss-poor behavior as they pulled him away.

Adelie felt herself give a little sigh of relief once he was gone, but tensed again as she wondered how much Alastor had seen and if he’d have a similar reaction to the man she’d scared. Clearly, she’d forgotten who she was dealing with.

Alastor’s gaze was borderline heated when she met it again, his smile turning sly as he offered her his hand again to pick up where they’d left off. 

Of course she took it.

They ducked out of the speakeasy around three in the morning, warm and buzzing when they hit the humid night air outside. 

Adelie’s demon body sobered up much more quickly than Alastor’s human one did, so she ended up driving them back to his home at his direction and after some instruction on how to operate the car. 

They’d fallen apart into giggles at least three times on the drive home whenever she’d accidentally caused them to lurch to a stop in the middle of the empty street and sworn up a storm before she could catch herself.

She successfully got them back to his home, however, and dropped her disguise once they were inside and away from any potential late-night prying eyes.

The one thing she kept was the red dress and heels. In fact, she was considering keeping them that color permanently as a little memory of the night.

Maybe it was also her way of trying to set herself up to part ways with the human man she’d started crushing on at some point this evening without her logical mind’s consent.

“Thank you, darling,” Alastor said once they were inside, turning to face her and ignoring the burn in his chest that had only somewhat to do with the whiskey intake that night. “For a wonderful evening.”

Adelie couldn’t help herself. “Was it the bee’s knees?” she asked.

Alastor rolled his eyes, but it was with an affectionate look. “The cat’s pajamas.”

Adelie laughed and nodded. “Thank you for a fun time,” she said, absently fidgeting with her skirt so she didn’t accidentally make a fool of herself by letting him see she was a bit sad to go. “You certainly didn’t have to make it a nice evening for me, as it wasn’t a requirement for our deal, but you did and… Well, I haven’t had that much fun in a while.”

“I could hardly call myself a gentleman if I didn’t ensure my date had a lovely evening, now could I?” he wondered, watching her demeanor become almost shy. What a strange one she was. What a strange one he was to have a schoolboy’s crush on a demoness. His brow creased at the thought. “I do have one question before you go.”

She glanced up from toying with her skirt and nodded once for him to proceed. “Go on.”

“Is there anything innate about demons—specifically demons like you—that would have a…tempting effect on a human?” Alastor asked slowly. “Like a succubus or whatnot.” 

Adelie bit her lip a little to keep from smirking. “No,” she said. “Not unless said demon is a succubus or an incubus, of course.”

Alastor’s head tilted to the side. “Are you?”

“Is this easier if I say I am?” Adelie asked, understanding why he was asking now. The slight saddening of her tone said so much.

Alastor gave a rueful smile. “Assuming we’re speaking of the same ‘this,’ then no, I suppose not,” he said. “But I had to know.”

“Bit of a silly plot twist for the night, isn’t it,” Adelie mused. Her tone shivered as she watched Alastor step closer, murmuring as he was leaning down toward her, “...Al?”

He said nothing and instead pressed a polite, startlingly intimate kiss to the corner of her mouth. His warm whiskey-laced breath traced her jaw as he murmured, “Perhaps. But it’s a story I would read again if given the opportunity.”

Adelie’s face reddened, her dead heart pounding as she absorbed his meaning. She couldn’t help the small smile that found its way to her face. This…was absurd. But…

“Well, you already know my number apparently,” she quipped softly, beaming when that drew a genuine, full-bodied laugh from Alastor. 

They parted on that note, only half-joking whenever the mention of another meeting was thrown out, either topside or when Alastor eventually ended up Hellbound as well.

Alastor would repay his debt to her (with zeal and haste) and then it would be on him to summon her again if he so decided to. (He would.)

When she left that first time, she did leave one thing in her wake—a manufactured memento of their spun yarn of a first meeting. 

A takeaway coffee cup from that café on Burgundy Street with her name scrawled on the side of the white paper cup and a faint lipstick print decorating the rim.

That little keepsake would fall into line with his first radio and his mother’s ring in his carefully curated collection of his most treasured things.

-

This ended up so long, I'm so sorry. LOL Hope you enjoyed it, thank you again for the request! x

[auxiliarydetective]

OHC Day Thirteen: Video Game AU

What Will You Play Today?

Oh look! Your imaginary Steam page has new recommendations for you!

Reverse Gaming, starring Celine the Anomaly

In this whacky point-and-click puzzle game, the roles are reversed! You take the perspective of Celine, a young woman recently turned digitized spirit who has found herself stuck in a gaming YouTuber's computer! Bend the laws of physics and the rules of reality to try and make the player notice you!

Eva's Intuition, starring Eva Gardner Rivero

Step into the shoes of Eva Gardner Rivero, an Argentinian immigrant new to the Bavarian town of Rosenheim. Having scored a job in the homicide department of the local police station, she's doing her best to get comfortable in her new home.

Eva's Intuition is a fusion of crime-solving mystery games, dating sim elements and your favourite afternoon soap opera. Balance work and private life, overcome language barriers and cultural confusion, and try to go for the best ending!

Aca-tastic!, starring Evelynn Carter

Ever dreamed of a musician's life? Step onto the stage alongside Voiceplay in Aca-tastic! and jam to their best tunes alongside them in a selection of rhythm-based minigames! Climb the ladder of fame in Career Mode or simply have a no-stakes blast in Free Play. Gain points for your performance to unlock new songs, new minigames, and even new characters to collab with! The acapella stage is yours!

Perfect Murals, starring Noura

Kick back and relax in this Ancient Egypt-themed paint by numbers game. With over 500 motifs to choose from and a daily rotation cycle, you'll never get bored. You can even play with your friends and work together to create truly stunning pieces of art.

Tunes of the Nautilus, starring Varsha Devi

Calm down from your daily adventures with this visually stunning rhythm game. With song choices ranging from simple and relaxing to complex and challenging, there's something for every mood. Tap the according buttons to play the strings on your sitar and accompany an ensemble of fellow sailors and summon beautiful waterplays. Once you have perfected a song, you can listen to a studio-recorded version of it with beautiful visuals in Grammophone Mode. Or simply create your own magic in Jam Session Mode! The instrument is in your hands, the music yours to make.

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[vegascriesduringsex]

twitter is a cesspool but I did like their poll feature and how many people responded. idk if any of them liked my fic or not but it was nice to get an almost instant response when it came to fic motivation. so, that said:

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, August 13

Willow: Well, there's Scoobyage afoot. Giles called a meeting about our spankin' new menace. Tara: Oh ... y-you should go, they don't need me for that. You can fill me in. Willow: No, no, you have to come. This demon chick is supposed to be really powerful, and I was thinking. Maybe we could try that, that spell, you know, the one to find demons? Tara: That didn't work. Willow: Yeah ... but we only tried it once, and I-I think I got some ingredients wrong. Tara: Well, I-I'm tired. Maybe we can do it tomorrow? Willow: You sure you don't wanna- Tara: Look, my family's here, okay, I can't just- (pauses) Not everything is about your friends and stuff. Willow: Sorry. Tara: No! No, I mean... There's just so much ... going on. It's just ... I'm, I'm really tired. Willow: (nods) Okay. Tara: I'll see you in the morning. You can fill me in. Willow: Great. We'll be demon hunters.

~~Buffy Season 5 Episode #84: "Family"~~

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[empiredesimparte]

Pierre, Minister of the Interior: The recent events have pacified the demonstrations in Francesim. There were about 400 arrests on the national territory, half of which led to the creation of a criminal record. There was a lot of destruction during those days.

Napoléon V: Prime Minister gave me the profile of the rioters. Have we identified those who blew up the Emperor's car? Pierre: No, Your Majesty, we have a dozen suspects but we cannot prove who really initiated this action.

Napoléon V: How are we going to proceed with the trial? Will the Paris court summon these people together to court for the same reason of regicide? Jeanne: The investigation by the prosecutor, Monsieur Ernest de Tour, is proceeding for the moment, Your Majesty. He is working under pressure.

Jeanne: The Prime Minister didn't wish to introduce you to Monsieur de Tour during the Great Mourning.

Pierre: We are doing everything in our power to bring justice as quickly as possible to His Majesty and the French people. If we wish to speed up the proceedings, we could charge one of the suspected protesters more specifically and…

Napoléon V: No, justice will be done properly. We will wait as long as it takes. I don't want to throw innocent people in prison to satisfy one party or another. Jeanne: I agree with His Majesty.

Pierre: We are also awaiting the testimony of Madame Mère.

Napoléon V: Is it necessary? This night has made her suffer enormously and she was fainting.

Jeanne: Minister, be more indulgent, the imperial family is still suffering from the latest events.

Pierre: The longer we wait, the more the investigation will be mishandled, the evidence destroyed, the testimony blurred. Time is of the essence for the forces of law and order.

Jeanne: That's not the point. We all want the same thing.

Pierre: For the safety of the State, Your Majesty, we must conduct the investigation quickly and efficiently. Napoléon V: Monsieur le Procureur Général must receive all the funding he wants, Minister. I'm entrusting the investigation entirely to you. I will talk to the Prime Minister about this when we next meet.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Palais des Tuileries, 2 Floréal An 230

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⚜ Traduction française

Pierre, ministre de l'Intérieur : Les récents événements ont pacifié les manifestations en Francesim. Il y a eu environ 400 interpellations sur le territoire national, dont la moitié ont amené à la création d'un casier judiciaire. Il y a eu beaucoup de destructions ces jours-là.

Napoléon V : Le premier ministre m'a indiqué le profil des casseurs. A-t-on identifié qui a fait exploser la voiture de l'Empereur ? Pierre : Non Votre Majesté, nous avons une dizaine de suspects mais nous ne pouvons prouver qui a réellement initié cette action.

Napoléon V : Comment allons nous procéder pour le jugement ? Le tribunal de Paris va-t-il convoquer ces personnes ensemble à la cour pour le même motif de régicide ? Jeanne : L'enquête du procureur, M. Ernest de Tour, suit son cours pour le moment, Votre Majesté. Il travaille sous pression.

Jeanne : Monsieur le Premier Ministre n'a pas souhaité vous présenter M. de Tour durant le Grand Deuil.

Pierre : Nous faisons tout ce qui est en notre pouvoir pour rendre justice au plus vite auprès de Sa Majesté et du peuple français. Si nous souhaitons accélérer les procédures, nous pourrions inculper plus spécifiquement l'un des manifestants soupçonnés et...

Napoléon V : Non, la justice sera rendue correctement. Nous attendrons autant de temps qu'il le faudra. Je ne veux pas jeter en prison des innocents pour satisfaire un parti ou un autre. Jeanne : Je suis d'accord avec Sa Majesté.

Pierre : Nous attendons par ailleurs le témoignage de Madame Mère

Napoléon V : Est-il nécessaire ? Cette nuit l'a énormément fait souffrir et elle était évanouie.

Jeanne : M. le ministre, soyez plus indulgent, la famille impériale souffre encore des derniers événements.

Pierre : Plus nous attendrons plus l'enquête sera malmenée, les preuves détruites, les témoignages flous. Le temps compte pour les forces de l'ordre.

Jeanne : Ce n'est pas la question. Nous voulons tous la même chose.

Pierre : Pour la sûreté de l'Etat, Votre Majesté, nous devons mener l'enquête rapidement et efficacement. Napoléon V : M. le Procureur Général doit recevoir tout le financement qu'il souhaite, Mme la Ministre. Je vous confie l'enquête entièrement. J'en parlerai au Premier Ministre lors de notre prochaine rencontre.

[cecexwrites]

So I've been living in my Small Town Paranormal Brain a lot lately and it's been really fun.

It currently has 5 main properties and like a mini idea plus a currently just self indulgent next gen that I'm... working on.

And I'm going to talk about it because I am excited

Blackwood

Blackwood is the first. It's the first one I came up with and it's going to be the first series I start with because most of the other series actually branch off of scenes and characters that are in book one of Blackwood.

The working title of Book One is Call of the Wolf but I'm not like, obsessed with it so we will see.

Blackwood is about a small town where supernatural creatures live without the fear of being hunted. They can't be like- openly supernatural because that would escape the confines of the town, but they don't have to look over their shoulders in fear that a hunter will show up and murder them.

Call of the Wolf is about Novak, a lone wolf who is miserable and has been for the past nearly forty years. One morning she wakes up to find a man one her property, nearly mauled to death. She takes him in and patches him up and in the process realizes, he wasn't attacked by just any beast. It was a werewolf, and that puts her in deep shit. She's only allowed to live in the town without joining the pack because she swore she'd never try to start her own pack. Now she and her amnesiac new friend have to prove her innocence and maybe try to get his memories back.

The other books in the series will follow other people in the town, including the Alpha of the pack, the sweet as pie witch with a dark past and the mysterious man in the mansion on the hill who Never. Ever. comes out and into town.

The Kyteler Academy

On a lone island, away from prying human eyes, you will find the Kyteler Academy, a university of magic that one doesn't apply to. When you get the red letter, you will be summoned to your destiny. Cove Pruitt does not want to go to the school. She doesn't want a destiny and she certainly doesn't appreciate being snapped out of her warm cozy bed to deal with the mean girls and dickhead boys of the magic world.

Cove is a character who will appear in Call of the Wolf. She has been raised by her aunt, who isn't that much older than her, and is perfectly happy in her little life. This is going to fulfill my dream of writing dark academia. We will ignore the fact that I am in fact a moron. And I'm going to have to do a lot of reading to figure out how to do this right. It's going to be a small ensemble cast of characters all of whom ended up at this elite academy, some are happy about it, some aren't, and one schemed to get himself there alongside the Pruitt witch.

Something Wicked

Darby Vander Wende is one of many in a long line of hunters. Determined to rid the world of unnatural beings, She broke the mold in her family by being the first Vander Wende Woman to pick up the stake and protect humanity. When a hunt goes sideways, she finds herself at the mercy of a vampire with an attitude problem and face to face with a secret her father desperately wanted to keep hidden.

I decided I wanted to make a couple of OCs who would be 1) in this original story and 2) who I was going to make a bunch of fandom AUs for. And I do plan on doing this with Darby and Bliss, the two main characters in this story. I have a side blog for them, I'll link it when I have it more figured out. But Mostly I am very excited for this. Darby's love interest is a pretty freshly made vampire who does not have the energy for This Bitch (tm)

Meanwhile Bliss is a witch with her own demons. A Werewolf boy who won't take the hint and a human man, who shouldn't know anything about their world. But he just keeps sticking his stupid nose where it doesn't belong.

Violent Delights

Piper Lancaster is having an identity crisis. She spent the first 19 years of her life knowing that hunting was what she was meant to do. It was the work of her brothers, her father, her ancestors all the way back to before they even made it to America. But now, after a tragedy come to life, she's unsure of everything she thought she knew. But life must go on and when she gets a call to come save a family from a poltergeist, she ends up in deep water as a voice appears in her head, and it's no ghost.

I just like the idea of a girl possessed by a demon and they kind of share the space in her head, she's too strong for him to completely take over, but she can't rid herself completely. idk if this is going to be a series, or a single book, maybe a duology? but I am quite very excited about it.

The Adventures of Mavis Pearl

a lil cozy story about a girl who's grandmother passes away and leaves Mavis a cozy old home in the town of Blackwood. I still have very little clue what exactly I'm going to do with this. Is Mavis a witch? Maybe? Fae? Also maybe. All I know is she lives in a house filled with happy memories

Random One-shots/short stories

I have a lot of characters planned for Blackwood that won't have full stories but as part of the character building, I think I'm going to write a bunch of fun little bits and pieces about them (Like Rose from the 'famous' Rose's Diner and her love story with her husband back in the 70's when he'd roll up in his fancy car and impress all the ladies but her) Or how Taylor De Luca's (who will star in book 3 of Blackwood) parents met while they both worked at the infamous Action Park

idk It's just meant to be fun.

Legacy of Night

This is the next gen.

Bijoux and Manon are sisters who escape a magical cult, the cult had plans to sacrifice Bijoux to their 'god' and the night before it was meant to happen, Manon, her younger sister, executes a plan to get them out of there when she realizes what's really going on. The two escape to Blackwood and meet the children of a lot of the people from previous stories.

Is it self absorbed to be obsessed with my own world? No. No it's not. And I'm not sorry.

[miss-wanna-write]

two au's i really wanna write and have vaguely fleshed out, both for enstars, is

1) EnKingdom AU

Despite nothing happening when he pinched himself, Mao was still willing to believe this was all just some weird dream. Just a weird dream influenced by him and Makoto talking about manga trends, and the rest of Trickstar making up a scenario based on them. Soon, Mao would wake up, back in his dorm, with his clothes, and his name, not staring at some historical fantasy version of his worst nightmare. Right?

the Kingdom of Estella is governed by four Duchys after the King went into seclusion following a scandal that shook the nation and affected all levels of nobility, and is in an unstable peace after the bloody purge.

with the next social season rapidly apporaching, change is just around the bend, and not just for the soon-to-be-debuts. with rumours of spirits and curses, a foreign diplomat and their entourage, and people who look the same but act different, the newly isekai'd isara just wants this all to be over so he can return to his idol life.

that's right, it's a villainess isekai starring mao! but with probably less focus on romance cause im bad at that lol. would also contain side stories about other characters who are less involved with the main story.

also contains: rarepair teasings, political intrigue, supernatural bullshit, and a mix of enstars femstars & trans hc's!

2) EnSummons AU

(my naming is so amzing and innovative www) (its working title was originally "EnStars AU's Are Not Valid Therapy) (i swear ive talked about it before but i cant find a draft for it)

The grounds of Yumenosaki are haunted, by the past, and by the ghosts who could not rest. Deep within the forest on the grounds stands a cenotaph that acts as a medium through which the dead can haunt the living, and through which the power of Summons is gained.

so this started out as a mirage sessions au, but then the names started sounding like jojo stands, which was like the opposite of what i wanted, and then i couldn't decided who i wanted specifically to have mirages or if they were gonna be unit mirages, which made me think about the kings from k project, and then i started thinking to incorporate the endless vide gundam april fools-

it's been a journey for this one. so Summons are, giant summons. once a unit passes the test imposed, they gain the approval of a summon who will then be their ally and can participate in Unit Battles, which is a special type of DreFes.

summons also give their units a power dependant on their theme and personality. for example, O Lady of War enables Shu & Mika to create marionette strings, but while Shu's are better at maneuvering others, Mika's allow him to contort his body past normal human limits.

the summons themselves also have two, arguably three, forms. the first is a more human sized form, which is only when they summon themselves to interact, like a pokemone releasing itself from the pokeball. then you have their Unit Battle forms, which range from between 3m to 5m in recorded height, and an alternate Unit Battle form known as their True Form, which are just a bit more inhuman and brutal, and all the cooler for it

[sskk-ao3feed]

and they were roommates

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cfUGKJl by heademptyjustfanfics “It's time for you to go college” “What?” Atsushi stared at the president of the armed detective agency in disbelief. “Mori wants you to go to college” Chuuya said bluntly as they dived behind a truck. Akutagawa summoned Rashomon and looked at Chuuya in horror. “WHAT?” He protested loudly as he killed a few men. “I don’t want to go to college!” No one asked for this semi-canon compliant shinsoukoku college AU but fuck it right? Words: 1653, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ス��レイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Kunikida Doppo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Detective Agency Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Akutagawa Gin & Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, Armed Detective Agency Ensemble & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Armed Dectective Agency Ensemble & Port Mafia Ensemble (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu & Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dazai-Typical Suicide Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Minor Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Established Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke is Bad at Feelings (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi is So Done (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu is a Little Shit (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya is So Done with Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cfUGKJl

[mejomonster]

List of fanfiction prompts (please feel free to use these and tag me I'd love to see):

Tentacle shennanigans. Truly anything you can come up with from the truly bizarre to the "they fell into a monster trap" to "they adopted a cute little buddy." (Dmbj has tentacle monsters and zombie things in like every show and yet the ratio of weird creatures in fic? Could always be higher)

If the source material has aliens, monsters, creatures, powers, EXPLORE THAT! If the source material is mundane, try an AU where you explore What If they did have powers, were aliens, etc. I'm extra emphazising this though if the source material already has one of these elements, because it can be fun to expand the sandbox and explore how Far a premise can be stretched. There's so many source materials with monsters (supernatural), magic (merlin), powers (xmen, guardian, marvel), aliens (doctor who, torchwood, star trek) and it'd be cool having more fics exploring farther than the initial bounds of the source material, or even just a new angle it never happened to go in.

Ensemble group stories! What's a day in the life for the group? What's a bizarre day for the group? (If its star trek there could be cool aliens! Weird planets that make you question your own life! If its dmbj how weird would it be if they entered a tomb and just ran into a normal non criminal university achaeologist! If its Guardian did they meet a ghost? A mutant? Did they attempt to avoid weird shit entirely and it went fine until Chu Shuzhi pulled out his puppet and attacked someone being rude to the store customer service? Whats a class day of the kids on DS9 look like? What does Torchwood look like all on a covert mission to blend in at a resort getaway? How does a usual investigation go for Chloe and Lucifer?)

An expansion of the last one: take a crack fanfic premise and write it seriously. Wu Xie is stuck with a normal oblivious archaeologist, they run into zombies, the archaeologist still has no idea, a monster possesses Wu Xie, what happens? Danny Phantom runs into Mulder and Scully, what happens? Zhao Yunlan wants to interrogate Fei Du on suspicion of murder and being a mutant (im writing this lol). Henry from RWRB wakes up in his fantasy story where he's incan old kingdom and Alex's lookalike is there, does he think its a coma he needs to escape, does he accept his new life? Barbie meets Wednesday Adams and they date (pretty sure this fanfic exists). Some fandoms are predisposed to treating crack seriously, such as dmbj or star trek you could write time travel slime monsters body doubles sex pollen invisible city floating on clouds talking flowers and all would basically be believable possibilities in canon. Those can be fun to explore the extent of bizarre and stretching you can do. (Kingdom Hearts is like... already that in some ways). But from the other direction, it can be fun to take something more realistic like RWRB or Bad Buddy and go "what if somebody was a mermaid, or they got stranded on an asteroid in the year 3000, or adopted a lil tribble, or were suddenly cloned."

Ridiculous Meet Cutes. This could be genre mashing so like: character A is a slasher on a killing spree and runs into character B who was plotting to kill a person dangerous to them and ends up thanking character A which was unintentional and intensely NOT intended, character A crashes a spaceship on character Bs job so yay they get to quit at least (in a fandom where there shouldnt be space ships canonically), character A summons a demon but B shows up instead, character A meets character B at the library as they share like interesting reading material both unaware theyre like Story Enemies (hero/villian or perpetrator/investigator etc). Character As house is haunted and they run out screaming and crash into B who is then also Haunted by extension and confronts A about it. Idk Im not great at meet cutes but I guarantee the wild stuff fanfiction comes up with can often times be a lot of fun and sometimes very interesting in a way canon might have not put as much thought into.

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Duck Duck Goose (Vampire)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/itNABU2 by TheSilverHunt3r Jason Todd-Wayne had an idea for testing who had been turned or replaced by a vampire: the All Blades. They can only be summoned when facing evil. They refuse to be used against the innocent or good. Now, morality of an entire species was not something easily determined, but Jason was pretty confident that the All Blades would consider vampires evil. He walked up in front of Damian and squeezed his hands together in a grip, as if he was holding a pair of swords. Nothing happened. That's unfortunate. Words: 1116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of TheSilverHunt3r's DC Fics Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DC vs Vampires Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Batfamily Members (DCU), Batman Ensemble, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU) Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: dc v vampires au, Crack fic tbh, Oneshot, The all blades, What if Jason Todd had used the All Blades to check for vampires? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/itNABU2

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Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡In the ancient realm of Konohagakure, Emperor Naruto, and Empress Hinata Uzumaki pose for a portrait to honor their reign. During the session, however, Naruto finds himself unable to resist stealing glances at his beautiful wife, struggling to maintain his composure.

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Alternate Universe - Medieval • Blow Job • Body Worship • Breathplay • Claiming • Cock Worship • Domination • December 11 • December 28 • December 29 • Dirty Talk • Dom/Sub • Emperor & Empress • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fellatio • Foreplay • Fluff • Free Use • Hand Job • Historical Eras • Humor • Husband/Wife • Loss Of Control • Marriage • NhMonth • Nhmonth23 • NSFW • Oral Sex • Orders • Ownership • Power play • Praise Kink • Royal AU • Royal Portrait Session • Scandalous • Secrecy • Semi-Public • Size Difference Kink • Spanking • Stolen Glances • Submission • Tarot Cards • 2023 •

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Overall Word Count˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚10.4k.

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In the ancient land of Konohagakure, where the rustling leaves whispered tales of battles fought and victories won, the imperial palace stood as a testament to the enduring legacy of the Uzumaki dynasty.

On this significant day, the opulent halls buzzed with anticipation for a momentous occasion—the royal portrait session of Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata Uzumaki.

The decision to immortalize their images carried historical weight, creating a visual chronicle of the Uzumaki dynasty.

The portraits, including one of the Emperor, one of the Empress, and one portraying them together, would be enshrined in historical records, chronicling the story of their reign for generations to come.

Symbolizing the authority of the monarchy, the portraits emphasized the lasting legacy of their reign, integrating them into the regal lineage that came before.

The ceremonial affair was a special event, contributing to the public perception of the monarchy, solidifying Naruto and Hinata's place in history.

Summoned to capture the essence of their majesties on canvas was the esteemed artist, Master Sai.

His reputation as a master of the brush extended far beyond the village walls, and his presence in the imperial palace was a mark of the significance of the occasion.

Sai was the best of the best. Fit for the job.

As the appointed hour drew near, the portrait chamber underwent a grand transformation.

Rich silks adorned the walls, each thread woven with the tales of Konoha's history.

Intricate tapestries, statues, and lavish blue and green embellishments portrayed the ascension of Konohagakure, chronicling the successes and challenges faced by its people, as well as the unwavering connection between the emperor and empress.

In the center of the chamber, positioned on elaborately carved throne chairs, Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata took their designated poses, fully prepared for their likenesses to be immortalized on canvas.

Naruto, draped in a majestic white cape flowing down to the floor, encircling him, was positioned hunched forward, hands joined before his broad form.

Red flames gracefully danced at the cape's ends, reflecting the indomitable will of fire coursing through his veins. A red clasp secured the cape across his neck, injecting a vibrant touch of color into his entire ensemble.

Beneath the flowing fabric, he was adorned in a regal dark brown buttoned vest of a distinct hue, along with a long-sleeved white button-up undershirt. His lower half was adorned with dark brown slacks and matching long boots, finalizing his entire apparel selection for his royal portrait painting.

Atop his short blonde hair, a golden crown adorned with fiery red rubies perched, complementing a charming smirk on his tan features, raising his whiskered cheeks ever so slightly.

That look, so subtle yet profound in its depth, proudly portrayed the emperor's confidence and charisma—a smirk that unveiled layers of the emperor's character.

Beneath his royal apparel and imposing title, Naruto actually exuded a playful spirit, endearing himself to his subjects while shouldering the weight of the crown.

Unlike rulers of the past, he governed Konoha and its lovely people with understanding and love, rather than instilling fear through conquest.

But of course, it was not only him that ruled Konoha.

Seated a few paces away, Empress Hinata, draped in a resplendent royal purple dress, was there at Emperor Naruto's side, exuding ethereal beauty.

Her body tilted slightly to the left in her throne chair, hands delicately folded across her lap.

A silver tiara adorned with purple garnet jewels graced her short midnight-blue hair, twinkling in the sunlight.

Hinata's delightful smile, radiating cheerfulness, bathed the chamber in a luminous glow. Her lips touched with a subtle gloss, added a soft radiance to her elegant demeanor, befitting the graceful empress she embodied.

Hinata was a marvel, the perfect complement to Naruto's energy—the yin to his yang, a harmonious blend of warm and cool colors, like the sun and moon.

Their very poses held the promise of breathing life into a canvas masterpiece—a union captured, standing still in time.

The expansive chamber fell into a formal hush, a silence so profound it seemed to echo off the gilded walls. Footmen, statuesque and vigilant, stood sentinel-like at strategic points in the area, their uniformed presence contributing to the air of solemnity.

Courtiers, assembled in a huddle a few paces away from the thrones, maintained watchful postures, aiming to appear more formal than they actually were.

Their ornate fans danced gracefully in synchronized unison, discreetly hiding mouths that frequently participated in gossip and judgment. The gentle flutter of decorative fans and sporadic murmurs of courtly exchanges crafted a delicate harmony within the charged silence.

Amidst the quietude, Sai prepared his brushes, mixing lively pigments on his polished mahogany palette. His gaze was formal as he studied the emperor and empress, observing the nuances of their facial structures, body postures, and attire.

A faint smile graced his pale face, creasing his lips in visible admiration.

The black-haired male marveled at the contrast between the emperor's magnetic smirk and the empress's gentle smile.

Master Sai stood just a few paces away, respectfully positioned near Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata's throne chairs, by his large easel. Crafted from polished mahogany, the substantial easel displayed meticulous craftsmanship, with brass fittings securing the canvas precisely. Additionally, it was equipped with wheels, allowing for easy mobility.

His exquisite palette held vibrant pigments—crimsons, browns, tans, ruby reds, royal purples, and regal golds, awaiting blending for the imperial portrait of his royal majesties.

Meticulous, Sai ensured azure and emerald hues for Konohagakure's landscapes. Surveying the palette, he also envisioned a fusion of colors—ruby reds for Naruto's regality and royal purples for Hinata's grace.

In the imperial chamber, Sai wore a paint-speckled black smock, paired with a tailored gray shirt underneath and simple black trousers—a basic yet masterful attire befitting the accomplished artist.

Every detail was carefully organized.

The Emperor and Empress, resplendent in opulent attire for the occasion, held poses like carved statues, in perfect position to have their appearances painted. Even the golden sunlight embraced the room just right, casting a warm aura in the room through the grand windows.

Sai blew out a deep breath.

He was ready. Ready to begin.

Everything was perfect, just the way he liked it to be.

Everything was...

Sai's eyebrows furrowed.

except for one thing.

As Sai lifted his brush, the artist hesitated for a moment, assessing the composition before him. He noticed the one lone flaw in the valley of perfection, one that required immediate correction.

He cleared his throat.

"Your Majesty," He called out, addressing the emperor in a tone that was both formal and polite.

"Your Majesty, if you could kindly look at me?" Sai asserted, lifting his voice just a tad, seeking to possibly prompt His Majesty to turn back and meet his gaze once more for the portrait.

But Naruto didn't hear a single word.

In that suspended moment, Naruto found himself ensnared in a trance, his eyes fixed on his wife and only his wife.

His intention was for it to be just a glance.

However, one single look at Hinata, the singular beauty illuminating the entire chamber, was just enough to hold Naruto captive, causing him to forget everything he had been engaged in moments before.

Emperor Naruto just stared at his wife, taking the moment to fully drink in the ethereal beauty of her.

Empress Hinata.

Her regal dress, a deep shade of royal purple, draped around her like a cloak of twilight, accentuating every curve and contour with a grace that echoed the refinement of a medieval tapestry come to life.

Hinata's lavender eyes, pools of sincerity, held a depth that Naruto had always found captivating. At this moment, they sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection as she observed his distraction from the corner of her eye.

Those plump, glossy lips of hers, ones he's heard time and time again release lewd sounds, and witnessed wrapped around naughty places in the comfort of their private chambers now curved into a pure, cheery smile.

It was her infuriating smile that only worsened Naruto's predicament, further rooting him in a trance he couldn't seem to escape.

His breath hitched. 'Kami, how are you so perfect, my dear?' Naruto thought in a love-daze, his earlier charming smirk swept away only to be replaced by a stupid grin.

"Your Majesty! If I must have your attention again, please."

Ignored once more.

Naruto's gaze merely lingered on Hinata, his neck craned to his right in an awkward position that caused some of the courtiers in the room to giggle due to his obvious distraction.

However, the emperor remained oblivious to that, as he was too engrossed in appreciating the subtle aspects he adored about his wife—the soft curve of her neck, the way her hair framed her face like a dark halo, and the hint of a blush that adorned her cheeks, reflecting the emotions that danced within.

At that moment, it seemed the light dimmed across the entire chamber for Naruto. The dimmed light cast Hinata into radiant focus as if on center stage—a delicate angel poised beside him on her throne.

Naruto's jaw dropped in astonishment once again.

He couldn't help but marvel at Hinata, marvel at the fact that the woman who currently had him drooling, who caused him to look like a complete idiot in the presence of the council and their guest Sai, belonged to him.

His empress.

But Hinata meant more than that; she was not merely his lovable wife—she stood as the guiding compass of his reign.

Throughout his reign, Naruto shouldered a myriad of responsibilities as the figurehead of Konoha, overseeing governance, justice, diplomacy, and military matters. However, amid these challenges, Hinata stood by his side, aiding in decision-making, offering support, and acting as the constant force keeping his moral compass true.

She was the beacon of his reign, the gentle force that possesses the ability to gently reel him back when the weight of leadership threatens to overwhelm him. Her wisdom and grace became the lifeline that anchored Naruto, ensuring his decisions were just and fair for the well-being of their people.

As his trusted confidante, she not only shared his bed but also bore the weight of the crown. Her counsel extended into the late hours, even when their naked bodies lay pressed together, fortifying their bond with a strength that surpassed even the physical.

Hinata's mere presence meant everything to Naruto—a calming influence and a wellspring of strength that enabled him to govern not just as an emperor but as a compassionate leader prioritizing the well-being of Konoha's people above all else.

Hinata is his world, a truth reinforced every time he catches a glimpse of her.

The blonde emperor smiled joyously.

"Your Majesty, I implore you, would you please turn your gaze toward me!" Sai raised his voice for what seemed like the thousandth time, his usual meek and dull voice rising forth and filling the entire chamber with an audible echo.

It was at that moment, at the abrupt outburst from Sai, that Naruto shook himself out of his trance. He reluctantly tore his gaze away from the enchanting vision of his Empress and turned his head toward the distressed artist. A look of shock crossed his tan features, the image of his wife lingering in his mind even still.

Naruto planted his gaze back on Sai, who appeared noticeably tense after nearly two straight minutes of calling out to him, now breathless.

Sai cleared his throat, adjusting his smock on his body. "Forgive me for yelling, Your Majesty, but-"

"No, no, you're fine," Naruto apologized, waving his hand dismissively, "I should be the one to apologize to you, Sai-san." The blonde emperor adjusted in his throne, stealing another glance at his wife.

"You must pardon me, I got a bit lost, uh, in the beautiful view there," He replied, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Hinata let out a subtle giggle, casting a discreet glance at her husband, prompting his blue eyes to quickly snap back to her.

Blue clashed with lavender.

It was at that moment, that a sense of familiarity permeated the exchange between the emperor and empress, hinting at a connection beyond the formalities of the imperial court—reserved for matters that only unfolded in their private chambers.

Naruto couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

And Hinata was well aware.

The blonde emperor shot a seductive grin her way, nearly captivated by the sight of his wife laughing. He admired the way her delicate features subtly creased with genuine joy, and observed as one of her small hands rushed to cover her mouth.

Nevertheless, Naruto shifted his gaze back toward Sai, promptly adopting a more serious demeanor as he hunched his body back over, rolling his shoulders forward.

Simultaneously, the charming smirk that had graced his lips earlier made a swift return.

The black-haired artist nodded in acknowledgment, satisfied.

"Thank you, Your Majesty,"

Expressing his gratitude, Sai offered a courteous bow before redirecting his focus to the blank canvas before him.

In that moment, the imperial chamber regained its quiet reverence, with the only audible sounds being the subtle strokes of Sai's brush as he began the initial sketches for the portrait.

It was then the royal portrait session commenced, with Sai embarking on the task of capturing Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata on canvas with deliberate and precise strokes of his brush.

His motions resembled a dance, a rhythmic choreography that conveyed both expertise and artistic finesse.

Sai displayed a virtuosity with the paintbrush, seamlessly wielding it as if it were a natural extension of himself.

His hand moved with remarkable speed, crafting swift and deliberate strokes that captured the essence of the scene.

Concentration etched across his face as his eyes effortlessly shifted from canvas to Emperor Naruto and Empress Hinata, meticulously ensuring each of their poses and details found its place on the evolving masterpiece before him.

However, as Sai persisted in painting, the unspoken connection between Naruto and Hinata unfailingly lingered in the air, echoing deeply within their minds.

Redirecting his focus to Sai, Naruto maintained his charismatic smirk, yet a subtle hint of something more was present—a genuine expression of love, mirroring the joy reflected in the eyes of his Empress.

Remaining motionless, Naruto sat with his hands clasped once again, slightly hunched over, his blue eyes unwaveringly fixed on Sai, just as the artist had requested countless times before.

Naruto was trying.

He was trying his utmost effort to maintain his focus on Sai, to remain present in the moment, to fulfill the necessary task at hand.

However, as Sai continued, moving his brush back and forth, dipping it into the needed hues on his palette, Naruto couldn't resist.

He found himself casting stolen glances toward Hinata anyway.

It was a paradoxical gaze—one that held both the weight of a ruler responsible for an entire empire and the tenderness of a husband enchanted by the woman who shared his throne.

It was almost involuntarily, the way his head consciously turned, to seek another glimpse of Hinata, as though fearing she might vanish if he didn't seize the moment. The enchantment she cast over him persisted, drawing him back to her radiant presence with an irresistible pull.

Every single time.

One look wasn't enough. He needed to look at her again and again.

Yet, with every turn of his head, Sai's voice crashed in, as predictable as clockwork, compelling him to regain his composure once again.

"Your Majesty, if I may request your focus once more."

"G-Gomen."

Offering another apology, Naruto seized Sai's reminder as a means to detach himself from the magnetic allure of Hinata's presence. He sheepishly refocused for the umpteenth time, determined to uphold the dignity fitting for his position.

However, as time unfolded, the same pattern emerged.

Throughout the meticulous process of capturing the imperial couple on canvas, Naruto found himself repeatedly drawn to Hinata, his gaze straying to steal a glance, despite his best efforts to remain fixed on the task at hand.

Sai, patient yet firm, would intervene with a gentle reminder each time, steering the Emperor's attention back toward his direction.

Meanwhile, Hinata, skillfully sustaining her composed posture throughout, couldn't overlook Naruto's occasional glances. She actually found him and his glances rather adorable.

Her voice, gentle and teasing, pierced through the subdued ambiance of the chamber.

"You seem quite distracted, Naruto-kun," Hinata remarked playfully, her cheery smile undeterred.

"My love, are you finding it difficult to keep your eyes off me?"

Naruto's breath caught at the emergence of his wife's voice in the quiet room, momentarily taking him by surprise.

He chuckled in response to Hinata's playful chastising, conveying acknowledgment of his predicament.

He shrugged.

"Well, you're not making it easy, Hinata-chan." Naruto responded, keeping his head straight, posture firm.

Hinata's laughter, like the soft chime of bells, echoed in the chamber, her head tilted slightly.

"It's fortunate that Master Sai possesses such patience. I can only envision the frustration he endures, repeatedly interrupted by the numerous times you turn your head," She remarked, a playful glint dancing in her lavender eyes.

Sai smiled sheepishly from afar, "Oh, it is quite alright, your majesties. I will manage."

Naruto snorted in response, overlooking Sai's presence, "Oh, very funny. I almost laughed because of you," He declared sarcastically, his eyes drifting over to his wife, "Never known you to be the amusing one, Hinata-chan."

"Oh, I am amusing, am I?" Hinata hummed, "I happen to get that from you, my love," She retorted, attempting to maintain her smile and not succumb to laughter.

Naruto smirked, enjoying their playful back-and-forth banter. However, Hinata knew better than to engage in such exchanges.

In these little playful skirmishes, he always emerges victorious.

A mischievous smirk crossed the whiskered male face, a smirk that promised trouble, "Heh, well, it's a pity for you, my empress, because the significance of my expressions of amusement and yours carry different weights."

"And why is that, my emperor?"

"Because my amusement leads to laughter, whereas your amusement elicits a stir in my groin, and it might just end with that dress of yours being torn off-"

"Naruto-kun!"

Hinata's entire face blushed a deep shade of red, her embarrassed screech resonating throughout the entire portrait chamber.

She fought to keep her composure, resisting the temptation to burst into laughter or give in to embarrassment; her body was certainly in a state of confusion.

How could she remain composed when her husband chose such an inappropriate moment to express his desires?

How could she remain serious when her lover is horny?

The empress let out a small whimper as she surveyed the chamber, finding their courtiers collectively amused, giggling within their huddled corner.

The footmen remained motionless, yet subtle shifts in their expressions revealed nuanced adjustments–perhaps a twitch of the lips or a fleeting change in gaze, betraying a silent language of their own.

Sai momentarily froze, his brush suspended in the air, drops of paint falling to the floor, and his cheeks tinged with pink—all unmistakably aware of their rather suggestive conversation.

Hinata's exclamation thankfully interrupted Naruto before he went too far, averting the revelation of their more intimate sides in the privacy of their bed chambers and preserving the formality of their presence and the situation.

Hinata breathed heavily, her body tense, and her face frozen in a state of shock.

Summoning the courage, she dared to sneak a peek at Naruto from the corner of her eye, blushing as she found him looking at her quite seductively, his lip bitten—a sight that stirred emotions within her that must not be felt at the moment.

She clenched her thighs over the other, shifting in her throne chair.

"Stop that, Naruto-kun."

"Stop what, Hinata-chan?"

"Stop being such a distraction and focus on Sai-san," She scolded in a hushed tone, "We need to make this moment as stress-free for him as possible."

She then extended her delicate fingers to gently guide her husband's face forward.

However, as soon as her fingers made contact with his whiskered cheeks, warmth flooded through her hand, eliciting a shudder. Nevertheless, her fingers persisted, gently guiding Naruto's head away from her and back towards Sai.

But she felt resistance against her hand.

Defiantly, Naruto pressed his face against hers, resisting to keep his head tilted in her direction.

His whiskered cheek lifted, a devious smirk plastered on his face.

"No," He shook his head, "I don't think I will." He retaliated.

"I happen to want to look at you more, my empress." Naruto whispered in a daze.

Hinata gasped.

Indeed, Naruto was horny.

She could discern it in his voice, with the way he practically moaned her title, and the defiance underlying his tone.

Hinata noticed it in the way he resisted her commands, ones he typically followed quite obediently. Additionally, she noticed it in the intensity with which he focused solely on her, seemingly oblivious to the other spectators in the room.

And as she cast another look, lowering her eyes, Naruto's aroused state was unequivocally confirmed by the evident bulge in his formal slacks—a sight that caused Hinata's breath to hitch.

Her lavender eyes narrowed, shooting her husband a warning look, "Behave yourself, Naruto-kun. You'll have plenty of time to admire me later, but for now, we must be serious."

"No, I can't afford to be. Not right now. Not when I'm like this-"

"Would you two like a break, your majesties?" Sai's voice interjected once more, dispelling the heated tension between the emperor and empress.

Shaking off his flustered state, Sai placed his brush on the table beside him, where his palette joined it.

Clasping his hands, he observed as the royal couple halted, redirecting their attention toward him.

The black-haired artist offered a faint smile, "I see that you both are very distracted, and that is quite alright. I shall give you two a break and resume in fifteen." He offered.

"How does that sound?"

Instantly, Hinata agreed to the break, granting Sai a bow of the head, "That would be quite splendid, Sai-san. Arigato." She expressed her gratitude, "We'll appreciate that time to compose ourselves."

Sai nodded and bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty. I'll make the necessary arrangements for your break."

As Sai left the chamber, Hinata turned to the royal court, the rest of the attendants left in the chamber, "Everyone, we will take a short break. Please give us a few moments of privacy, and we'll reconvene shortly."

In response to Hinata's command, the courtiers and footmen complied, bowing in unison before making their exit from the portrait chamber room. The swish of their elegant attire and the soft echoes of hushed conversations gradually faded away, as they left one by one.

The departure of the last person was marked by the chamber door closing with a muffled thud, sealing off the outside world. The echoes of footsteps faded away, and the room fell into a profound hush, leaving the space exclusively reserved only for the emperor and empress.

Now alone, Naruto was given the freedom to unleash the beast dwelling inside him, allowing him to finally surrender to his manly urges.

In an instant, Naruto's expression transitioned from the formal demeanor of an emperor to the private intensity of a husband eager to be fulfilled in the way only his wife knows.

He turned back to Hinata, now with a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Heh, I gotta say, it's so hot to see you in action, my empress, ordering those pesky courtiers around."

"Naruto-kun," Hinata snapped, turning her head sharply toward him. She scoffed, "We're all alone; I hope you're happy now, causing a scene-"

"Oh my precious Hinata-chan, I am more than happy. I am ecstatic!" The blonde emperor exclaimed, his husky voice echoing off the walls.

"You made the right call there, my love, because we..." Naruto hurriedly slid one hand down his body, fondling himself within his slacks, clutching the bundle of flesh in his hand, "have some unfinished business to take care of."

Hinata squeaked in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed even deeper.

She shook her head disapprovingly, "Naruto-kun, I know what you're thinking and cannot possibly do that now-"

"Shh."

He beckoned her over with one finger.

"Come, wife," Naruto commanded, not wasting any time.

He signaled for his wife to come closer with a mere gesture and command. And he observed in satisfaction as Hinata emitted a groan but obediently rose from her throne chair, her purple dress transitioning from a stationary state to a graceful flutter around her legs as she stood.

She extended her hand to retrieve her crown, turning to carefully place it on her throne chair, ensuring no harm would befall it.

The midnight-haired woman turned back, shaking her head, "Oh Naruto-kun, what's gotten into you?" She questioned as she walked over.

"Aroused? At a time like this?" She gently chastised him, her voice a soft reprimand, "Can't it wait until we get back to our private chambers? We should focus on the portrait session. It's an important event for our reign-"

"Shh, my love." Naruto hushed her again, placing a finger over his lips.

Instead, he nodded his head downward, "No more talking."

Leaning back in his throne chair, he opened his legs wide, inviting her to witness the full bulge of his erection in his slacks.

"Kneel." He only commanded, desiring to see her fully, to witness her in a way only he could.

It was at that moment it seemed as if a switch had been flipped in Hinata's mind.

With that simple command from her husband, it felt like Hinata's body was no longer her own, a vessel now bound to his desires.

Despite all the reservations and internal disagreements, Hinata found herself compelled to heed her husband's order, a silent surrender that permeated every inch of her being.

Hinata obediently complied, lowering herself to kneel before Naruto, directly in between his spread legs.

She kept her eyes fixed on him throughout her descent to the floor, her lavender eyes filled with a mix of surprise and affection as they met his hazy blue eyes, glazed with arousal.

The purple fabric of her dress sprawled elegantly around her as she kneeled, creating a luxurious contrast with the crisp floor.

From her lowered position, Naruto, seated in his regal throne chair, chest rose, legs wide, and his chin now resting on his propped arm exuded the aura of the emperor that he embodied, appearing like a giant peering down at his petite lover.

Hinata's legs were neatly tucked underneath her bottom as she knelt, ready to do what she was told.

She looked up at Naruto from below, the great contrast in their heights becoming pronounced due to her kneeled position.

Hinata's cheeks darkened, a fierce red.

The dark-haired empress tried to conceal the arousal that was starting to stir within her, but it was undeniable.

As she gazed up at her husband, the power dynamic between them became palpable.

Her submission to his command heightened the intimate spark between them, and she struggled to hide the growing excitement within her.

Hinata swallowed, her eyes shifting down ever so often to the bulging monster that was now within her line of sight.

She released a shuddering breath, "Tell me, what is the matter, Naruto-kun? Why are you-"

"Oh, don't play coy, wife. You and I both know what is the matter." Naruto intervened with a click of his tongue, "What I have come to want." He added.

The blonde emperor tilted his head, admiring his wife in the kneeled position below him.

Naruto, his excitement palpable, couldn't help but smirk, "I needed a break from all the formalities," His expression turned dull, waving his hand, "from all the doo dah, and the hullabaloo."

He huffed, his smirk slowly returning, "Yes now, I want to enjoy the view I've been denied."

Hinata, flushed red, couldn't suppress a giggle due to her amusing husband.

She raised one hand, gently covering her mouth, "Oh my! Aren't you quite the forward one today, Naruto-kun."

Naruto leaned forward in his throne chair, his gaze fixed on Hinata, his majestic cape fluttering with each deliberate movement.

"Can you blame me?" He remarked, "You look stunning, as always, all dressed up, dolled in your cutesy dress."

His words prompted Hinata to shift her gaze downward to the elegant purple dress adorning her, cascading down her figure, embracing her physique and offering a glimpse of cleavage.

She bit her lip.

Leaning in closer, Naruto lowered his voice, as if the two weren't alone.

"Ever since I first laid eyes on you in it, I've been wanting to tear it off your body, bend you over my throne chair, and fill you up," He admitted, exhaling through his teeth.

Hinata's breath hitched, her womanhood blooming awake, tingling within her undergarments.

Her body, held suspended by his mere presence, remained motionless as her husband's gaze wandered appreciatively across her rising chest and the entirety of her form.

Naruto traced the concealed curves of Hinata's figure, a masterpiece he couldn't get enough of. The fabric embraced every contour, testifying to the familiarity and allure that captivated him.

Although Hinata's body remained concealed beneath her dress, to Naruto, it was as if he could see right through, mapping every curve and structure of her.

His gaze, carrying the memory of her body stripped bare time and time again, traversed her form like a well-worn map. Each hidden spot, a realm unraveling her control, was etched in his memory like the sacred landscapes of his kingdom.

Hinata's body was a cherished territory, mirroring the intricate knowledge he held, an unwavering awareness never forgotten.

Naruto reached out to her, and with a gentle touch, his fingers traced along the delicate arch of her chin, where the callousness of his skin met the soft, velvety feel of hers.

Gently cupping her chin, he ensured her gaze remained locked onto his own.

"I can't resist you, Hinata-chan."

Hinata, holding back the impulse to shatter into a million pieces, resisting the love juices that flowed into her undergarments, soaking them, let forth a smile.

She lifted her head slightly in her husband's grasp, gently biting down on her lower lip.

"W-Well, I suppose I can't blame you for being captivated by your Empress."

Naruto's grin widened, "Heh, captivated is an understatement, darling."

He raced his thumb across her glossed lips, some of the gloss brushing off onto his thumb, "I want you, Hinata-chan. I want you now," He whispered, the urgency evident in his tone.

"N-Naruto-kun..." Hinata breathed.

He gestured toward his pants, mischief gleaming in his eyes, "I can't hold back anymore. It'll be quick." Naruto offered desperately.

"Besides, we don't have to go all the way. You can work your magic with that mouth of yours, can't you?" He proposed with a wiggle of his blonde eyebrows, a sight that left Hinata feeling captive to embarrassment.

Hinata knew what Naruto was getting at.

He was hinting at the foreplay that they had engaged in many times before, something Hinata was not only familiar with but exceptionally skilled at–one of the numerous hidden talents someone of her refined stature harbored.

Whether one believes it or not.

Naruto sported a smirk, observing the blood rushing beneath Hinata's face, turning her redder and redder, resembling a cherry tart.

The sight confirmed that she understood precisely what he desired.

Naruto nodded down at her dress, "I promise not to get that dress of yours sullied, nor your face."

The blonde emperor snickered, "I promise."

Hinata released a shaky breath, her restraint slowly but surely slipping from her fingers at the sight of the yearning in her husband's eyes and the longing in his voice.

Hinata knew what she must do.

She understood her role when Naruto was like this; it was her duty as his empress, his wife to fulfill his desires, satisfy the itch in his groin, to surrender her body to him whenever he pleased, whenever he commanded, regardless of the reason or the prevailing circumstances.

If he wants a child, she shall give him one.

If he wants sex, she shall give him that.

If he wants to use her mouth, she shall allow him.

Hinata knew that and was fairly pleased with it.

Thus, she could no longer deny him.

Her head nodded, her short hair swaying in response, "Al-Alright." She whispered, giving in.

Her compliance swiftly garnered her a kiss on the lips, a reward that elicited a cheerful giggle from her.

"Good girl."

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[typenonsense]

Hatchet town actually is better with the boogey-pocalypse than you think! The first part, especially Mayor Lauter’s bit definitely seems like the warning given about the ‘zombies’ and the chorus is just PERFECT. The confusion could be taken as wondering how exactly the task works. and the other accusations could be the survivors confronting the people already infected - “I certainly don’t LOVE killing” especially fits with in how it’s a task- and the last person HAS to get involved. it also fits the secret life boogeys too because it has a mob mentality that the boogeyman in other seasons didn’t, not to mention it won’t stop at one death. I love your idea about including that little bit with Tango and Bigb because there is that suspicion there!! hatchet town for session 7 just is great all round

Jimmy for just for once is SOO sad but he’s just perfect for it. wanting to be the centre of attention = wanting to be victorious for once. all the talk about the life of a suburban housewife could be jimmy imagining what life would be like with his alliances if his life wasn’t cut short each time and also imagining how they’re living past his death and how it’s probably so much better and feeling left out and unimportant. and just.. yeah, the disheartening nature of the canary curse

to be honest i have no clue for if i loved you but I have to agree that double life desert duo seem like the best choice. with the way that they seem to detest each other and not really care about each other but past the attack on their base they mostly put that aside and do care about each other and work as one!! I truly cannot think of anything else though haha

the summoning is just tricky. whenever i hear it i always think of the winners but that makes no sense in canon and is more like an AU-y thing for me. the watchers would make the most sense but i don’t think we’ve had any real appearances or anything of them (outside of Martyn’s poem and such i think) and to be honest i only know the bare basics of the lore so i don’t really know haha. the ghosts could work but they never um. do anything?? or are that sinister or are really ever in the context of the song lmao. the closest ghost thing I can think of is when bdubs was summoned in last life to reveal the location of the non-reds. I think if you wanna include the summoning you’ve gotta not entirely stick to canon or make just a little bit up

the cactus fight being cool as i think i am reprise is such a cool idea actually!!!! also pete asking if steph would’ve wanted to go to homecoming with him could be them saying that if it were possible, they would’ve made a double victory or something.. oh dear.. but im gonna show a bit of my bias here and also say that as long as you can take the love as platonic and about the close bond between teammates, skizz’s sacrifice in limited life fits so well!!! “Is it really a crime if you get to live your life to the fullest?” is skizz quite literally giving etho a longer life to live. “You’re not as cool as you think you are” kind of resembles how etho just said he wished skizz was better at the game and though it seems harsh he’s just kinda mourning that fact. And the if I loved you part as the loyalty between TIES, and Skizz saying (essentially), “hey, I love you guys so much I’ll lay down my life for you - I have faith that you can make it to top three, for me”, and Etho saying it to be “it’s cruel to ask me to kill a teammate, and if you really loved us you wouldn’t give up”. It could also work for Scott and Gem in secret life where it’s in a much direr situation where they are at the very end, and Scott sacrifices his life to her.

To me, dirty dudes must die has always seemed like the winner at the very end, at the final fight, but only maybe Martyn and maybe Scar really apply. I always imagine the ensemble as the ghosts watching the final fight

It’s super fun to discuss this!! Thank you for playing into my interests as well lmao

Every single Nerdy Prudes Must Die song works with the Life Series. In this essay I will-

[minisugakoobies]

Swoon | KTH

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing, kissing, Tae's wearing his red leather jacket from his Paris trip, we've also got Disco Jungkook and Harley Quinn Jimin in here

Word Count: 3.6k

Disclaimers: None other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

A/N: This one's for the amazing @parkdatjimin! Mindy, you picked a great prompt that immediately screamed "TAEHYUNG" and "ENEMIES TO LOVERS" to me. I hope you enjoy!

Also, I don't think this really needs a warning, just a note - Jimin is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns in this fic.

Unbeta’d as usual! Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear from you! 💕

Masterlist 💜 Find me on AO3 💜 

“Jimin, come on! Let’s go!” Tapping your foot impatiently, you fidget slightly in your costume. “We’re gonna miss the first panel! What are we waiting for?” 

Your roommate shoots you a “calm down” look that frankly would be a lot more effective if they weren’t currently dressed as Harley Quinn. They look phenomenal in their “Daddy’s Little Monster” crop top, blue and red satin booty shorts, and fishnets, tips of their blond hair dyed in shades to match the ensemble. But their serious expression does not jibe with the wild outfit as they sigh. 

“Not everyone’s here yet. And they won’t let us hold seats in the hall, so… we wait.” 

You frown, glancing at your friends, counting in your head. “Who is missing?”

“Um, well…”

“Oh, please no.” Not him. Not today.

Jimin twirls their baseball bat, not making eye contact, knowing if they look at you, they will instantly disintegrate beneath your fiery expression. “I’m sorry! Kookie invited him, okay?” 

Kookie, aka Jungkook, aka Jimin’s boyfriend, aka the sweetest guy you know, glances up from where he’s propped against the wall, eyes going wide behind his oversized blue sunglasses at the mention of his name. You sigh, bubbling anger instantly bursting at his doe-eyed expression. 

“Sorry, Noona. He asked if I was going to the convention and I said yes without thinking! I was just excited to talk about my costume.” He yanks on the giant lapels of his brightly colored shirt, other hand unconsciously scratching at the fake goatee that adorns his pretty face. Disco Tony Stark is definitely a choice, but damned if he’s not pulling it off. 

“It’s okay, Kookie,” you grumble. Ugh, you’re too soft on him, and he knows it as he flashes you a happy grin. “I just hope he gets here soon, before the hall fills up.” Your favorite film franchise is kicking off the big comic convention today with a sneak peek at the latest sequel, and if you miss a single second, there will be hell to pay. “Or maybe he’ll flake out on this like he flakes out on our game nights.” 

“Who flakes out?” 

Your eyes automatically close in exasperation as you turn slowly to face the devil you’d just accidentally summoned.

Kim Taehyung. Aka Jungkook’s friend. Aka the massive thorn in your side.

The two of you have been at odds since the day you met. He came into your life when Jungkook and Jimin started dating, and from the jump, the two of you have totally clashed. Where you’re easily excitable, he’s subdued, even deadpan. Where you’re constantly raving about the amazing things you love, he’s always complaining, finding fault with those same things. It wouldn’t be so terrible if he didn’t insist on sharing his every thought with you. It’s like he lives to needle you.

Right now, he wears his standard bored expression, gorgeous face completely blank as he gazes at you, waiting for an answer. You don’t give him one, taking a moment to examine his costume. Tight black jeans, tight white t-shirt, bright red leather jacket. An eyebrow cocks beneath his fluffy dark curls. 

“Well? Who flakes out?” 

“Who are you supposed to be? James Dean?” you ask, ignoring his question again. 

“I’m a rebel,” he informs you. 

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes. “Like I said. James Dean.”

“No.” He pulls out a toy lightsaber from behind his back, flipping it on. The blue light illuminates his annoying smirk. “I’m a Rebel.”

“That’s not - you’re not - “ 

“Taehyung-ah!” In their harlequin makeup, Jimin’s normally cherubic smile looks absolutely demented. “Perfect timing, the first panel’s about to kick off.” They reach down and grab Jungkook’s hands, helping him to his feet. “C’mon, Puddin’, let’s go grab our seats.” 

The rest of your friends fall in line as Jimin and Jungkook lead the way. Taehyung unfortunately ends up in lockstep with you. Because of course he does. 

“Nice costume,” he intones quietly, and you smooth several of the verdant leaves trailing from your hips, waiting for him to drop the snarky comment that’s likely hanging on the tip of his tongue. Maybe something about how homemade your costume looks… which it is. You’ve been working for weeks on your Poison Ivy cosplay. Finding a corset in just the right shade of green took the longest amount of time. 

The second longest came this morning, when Jimin had to painstakingly lace you into said corset. You squirm a little, wishing they hadn’t tied you in so damn tight. But as long as you can breathe, you’ll survive.

It’s definitely the most amount of skin you’ve ever shown at a convention, with your curves overflowing both above and below the constricting bodice. At the last minute, you nearly balked, thinking you’d be too much, until Jimin gave you a pep talk that essentially boiled down to “Own your power.” Somehow, it worked. Overall, you’re very pleased with your costume, which is why you’re expecting Taehyung to burst your bubble about it any second now.

But he merely holds the door to the hall open for you with a hint of a smile. Narrowing your eyes, you waltz past him, taking a seat next to Jimin. 

“I have been waiting all year for this day, and I swear to God if he ruins it, I’m taking you out, Minnie,” you declare to your roommate with a deadly serious expression. They don't ask you to clarify who you meant by ‘he.’ They already know.

“Me? But Kookie invited him!” 

“Yes, but Kookie’s a muscle pig! I know my limits!” Jimin just tuts as you glare. “God, he’s the worst. He can’t even mash up a costume properly.”

“I think it’s kinda clever, actually. And you have to admit, he looks fantastic in that outfit.” Jimin tips their head in admiration as Taehyung takes a seat, jeans straining to contain his muscular thighs. Not that you noticed. “I wanna thank his mother for a butt like that.” 

“No, it’s not, and no, I do not,” you hiss back before falling silent as the moderator takes the stage. “And don’t you dare quote ‘Shoop’ when you speak of that man!”

Whatever brief burst of madness prompted Taehyung to actually compliment you before the first panel doesn’t last. As soon as your group filters out to head to the next session, he’s back on his bullshit. You make the mistake of mentioning how you liked the book better than the first movie, and he pounces, dragging you into a debate. He does the same thing after the next panel, saying just the right (obnoxious) thing to pull you into another quarrel, and again after that. By the time your friends scatter for lunch, between the snug corset digging into your skin, and the irritating man trying to get under your skin, you’ve had enough. 

Out of your group, only you, Jimin, and Taehyung want fish skewers, so you queue up in the long line at the kiosk. You’re doing your best to tune Taehyung out as he and Jimin discuss the last event, a Q&A session with one of your favorite authors in which she’d dropped major hints about the identity of the mysterious supervillain from her latest series, to your absolute delight.

Taehyung, naturally, was not impressed. 

“I can’t believe she just said that!” Jimin shakes their head as the line slowly shuffles forward. “She basically confirmed it’s been Dr. Choi all along.” 

“Nope. There’s no way it’s going to be Dr. Choi!” 

Gritting your teeth, you try to focus on the colorful costumes around you. Breathe in, breathe out, ignore the asshole.

“But everything she said lines up with his character! Why else would she say that stuff?”

Taehyung huffs a quick laugh through his nose. You know that sound. It’s his ‘Oh, you sweet summer child’ laugh. So patronizing. Your fingers curl into fists. Forget thorn, he's a giant prick.

“That was clearly just a publicity stunt. In a day, she’ll be all over social media, claiming her comments were taken out of context. Mark my words.” He sniffs. “Her little ploy is as obvious as her plots.” 

“Oh my god, will you just shut up already?”

Jimin and Taehyung both blink in surprise as you round on them. 

“What did I say?” Jimin asks, looking wounded. 

“Not you, Minnie! Him!” You shove your pointer finger directly into Taehyung’s chest. “Just. Shut. Up!”

For once, Taehyung’s impassive expression drops, just as his mouth does as he gapes at you. But you’re too frustrated to bask in the fact that you’ve finally wiped that blasé look off his face, and now that you’ve blown your gasket, you’re going to vent it all.

“I am sick and tired of you always picking on everything! Anything and everything that I like, you just have to come in with your horrible takes and rude comments and just pick, pick, pick! Like some fucking vulture that feeds on joy - you just gotta rip it apart!” 

“I don’t - “ 

“Just let people enjoy things, okay?? You don’t have to like them! Just let them have their fun!” 

You’re vaguely aware of your roommate backing away as you growl at Taehyung, jabbing him again and again with your finger. Jimin’s never seen this side of you. You’ve never seen it either. It’s just the effect Taehyung has on you, making your face warm and your chest heave as you continue to lay into him. 

“Babe, don’t you think - “

“No! Stay out of this, Jimin.” People are giving you a wide berth now, the line for the kiosk having zigzagged around the three of you long ago, but you don’t care. There’s no stopping the head of steam you’ve built up. “God, why are you even here? Nothing makes you happy! You don’t like anything!”

“That’s not true!” Taehyung finally snaps out of his stupor as you break off, panting for breath. “I like plenty of things! I came here because - “ 

“Because you wanted to ruin my day! You can’t let me have one day of fun without fighting with me about something, can you? Well, fine! Let’s fight!” There’s a sheen of sweat breaking out on your forehead. Is it the heat from the food stands that’s making you feel this hot? And why can’t you catch your damn breath??

“Whoa, okay, let’s just put a pin in that, uh, invitation and go outside. Maybe we should get some fresh air,” Jimin suggests in a soothing tone, gesturing to the entrance to the main atrium, “because I think - hey, babe, are you okay?” 

Those fucking laces.

The world goes black. 

When you reopen your eyes, Taehyung is staring at you. So is Jimin. 

And so is an entire crowd of strangers standing in a ring around the three of you. 

“What the fuhh…” you trail off, looking around. You’re out in the main atrium, but you don’t remember walking out here. The marble tiles are cold under your bare shoulders and barely covered ass. “Why am I on the floor?”

“It’s okay. You just passed out a little,” Jimin says, a gentle hand holding yours. 

“I did?” Your head spins slightly as you sit up. The gawkers begin to start to disperse. 

“The event EMTs checked you out. Said you were probably having trouble breathing.” Jimin looks a little abashed. “Guess I tied your laces too tight. Sorry. I loosened them a little before he laid you down.”

“He? He who? One of the EMTs?” 

Jimin continues to look chagrined.

Taehyung smirks. “‘He’ as in me.” He straightens up, tossing his dark curls out of his eyes. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” 

Heat scorches your neck. “Trust me, you are the last person whose attention I want!” Jimin pulls you to your feet, but you wave them off when they try to help you walk. “I’m okay, Minnie, I can walk on my own!” 

But just as you finish your angry declaration, your knees buckle slightly. Before you can blink, Taehyung’s arm is around you, propping you up. He guides you towards a cluster of chairs by the windows.

“Come on,” he murmurs warmly, voice so unlike his usual aloof tone of superiority. “Why don’t you sit here for a minute? Let me get you a soda. Maybe some sugar would help.” 

“Uh. Sure. Thanks.” You glance at Jimin, who shrugs at your confusion, then nods. 

“Good idea, Tae. Thank you.” 

As soon as Taehyung’s out of earshot, Jimin pinches you. 

“Ow! Why?”

“He likes you!”

“What? No, he doesn’t!” You rub your arm where their fingers tweaked you, flabbergasted by their sudden proclamation. 

“Yes, he does! How did I miss it?” They run their fingers through their hair, letting the shiny locks flop back into place. “It makes sense now! All that bickering was just sexual tension!”

“Uh, nothing makes sense, especially you right now! And why the pinching??”

“Sorry, I just got excited.” Jimin grins, and you roll your eyes. 

“But what the hell makes you think he’s into me? Because he’s buying me a Coke after I told him off?” 

Jimin leans back in their seat, still smiling smugly. “‘Told him off’ is putting it mildly. I know I told you to own your power, but damn! No, I’m referring to the way he reacted when you passed out. I’ve never seen someone look so panicked. If I hadn’t been freaking out myself, I would’ve found it cute.”

You clutch Jimin’s hand, giving them a little squeeze. “Sorry I gave you a scare. I really do feel okay right now. But you’re wrong.” 

“Mmm, I don’t know. You didn’t see his face when the EMTs were checking you over.” Jimin shakes their head. “He was so worried. I’m telling you, he’s got it bad."

Taehyung strolls back out of the food court, effectively ending the conversation. He holds out a can and you take it with a barely audible thank you. 

As if they were waiting for a cue, Jimin jumps up. “If you think you’ll be okay here, I’m gonna go find the others and let them know what they missed,” they announce, barely waiting for your nod before they spin on their heel and skip off towards the main ballroom, baseball bat swinging merrily.

Leaving you and Taehyung sitting in awkward silence. 

You tap the top of the soda can before cracking it open. Taehyung notes the action, eyebrow lifting again. “You afraid I shook that up first?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past you,” you scowl reflexively before noting the soft smile on his face. “What?” 

“Nothing.” Your glare informs him that you don’t believe him. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” 

“Hmm,” you hum, taking a sip. 

“You don’t believe me?” he drawls, looking slightly offended. 

“Taehyung. I never believe anything that comes out of your mouth. What makes you think I’m going to start now?” Setting the can on an empty chair next to you, you try to cross your arms, but the corset’s too stiff, so you let your hands rest on your thighs.

He blinks slowly. “Well, I suppose I could show you instead. Seeing is believing, right?” And one of his hands comes to rest on yours. 

“Uh…” The feel of his fingers tapping lightly on the back of your hand freezes you completely. For once, you’re at a loss for words. However, Taehyung is not. 

“I know we have our… disagreements… but I do enjoy your company,” he states matter-of-factly, as if he’s telling you something mundane like what time it is instead of confessing his true feelings. If you closed your eyes, you’d recognize that tone as his usual detached languor. Except now, staring at his expression, you realize - he’s nervous. And overcompensating by trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. 

But his eyes give him away. 

“I will also admit that I have perhaps fallen into a habit of goading you. A little.”

“A little!”

He frowns, fingers stilling. His hand is so warm, heat leaching into you where his skin touches yours. “Fine. A lot. I can’t help myself. It’s just… you’re so cute when you’re angry.” 

“I’m - what?” 

Taehyung leans forward, seeming rather pleased with himself for shocking you with his statement. There’s that self-satisfied smirk of his again. But that glimmer in his eyes… he looks… fond? 

Oh god, Minnie’s right, aren’t they?

“Do you remember the first time we met? At Kook-ah’s party?” Speechless, you just nod at his question. “I thought you were so pretty that I got a little tongue-tied. You tried to talk to me and asked me what I thought about some movie that you’d just seen, and I kind of shrugged, because I couldn’t speak. You took that to mean I didn’t like it, and immediately launched into a monologue about how misunderstood the film was and so on,” he waves his hand in the air.

Thanks to an intense flip-cup tournament, that night is mostly a blur, but you do somewhat remember getting into an argument with Taehyung as soon as you’d met him. But you definitely don’t remember him being tongue-tied, not that night or any other since you’ve known him. 

“But you’ve never had any problems talking around me! I’d even say you talk too much!” 

He laughs, and suddenly he’s smiling at you, this ridiculously sweet, kinda boxy smile, and your heart leaps in your chest. 

“That’s because I learned that night how you’re even more beautiful when you’re fired up about something. When you speak with passion…” He trails off, shaking his head. “I actually agree with a lot of your opinions, you know. But I can’t resist pretending to disagree, just to watch you light up. It’s addictive.” 

You’ve not noticed until this moment how thick his eyelashes are, as he leans even closer. Or how long and graceful his fingers are as he grasps your hand off the table, cradling it in his lap. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I took it too far. I know how excited you are to be here today, so I’m sorry if I ruined it.”

If you weren’t already stunned, that statement would’ve done it. Kim Taehyung apologizing? The two of you are sitting thigh to thigh now, your hand still between his. 

“Um. Well. Thank you?” 

“You said earlier that you don’t know why I’m here today. Do you really not know?” 

Tearing your gaze away from where you were staring at his hands, you glance at his face. You know, all in all, it’s really not a bad face. 

You must have a funny expression on your own, because he laughs, this low chuckle that makes your chest hum, like he’s hit a frequency that resonates only there. 

“Why are you laughing?” you ask, eyes dropping to his lips.

“Because you make me happy.” He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. “That’s why I’m here. To be near you.”

“Noona!” 

As if pulled sharply by invisible strings, you and Taehyung snap apart, his hands dropping yours. Your head swivels in the direction of Jungkook’s voice to see him bounding towards the cluster of chairs, your other friends in tow. 

He drops to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheek as his worried eyes sweep over your face. “Are you okay?? Minnie told us what happened.” 

Okay, maybe you’re right to be so soft for this kid. “I’m okay, Kookie. I appreciate the concern, though.”

“She’s fine, Kook-ah,” Taehyung mutters, suddenly standing. “Here. Have a seat.”

Dazed once again, you watch as Taehyung ambles off. Jungkook and the rest are asking you questions, but you’re not listening. There’s annoyance roiling in your belly again, but it’s not from anything Taehyung said this time. 

It’s for the interruption. 

In five steps you’ve caught up to Taehyung, who merely raises his eyebrows when you tug on his arm. He doesn’t say a word as you grab him by the nape of his neck. Doesn’t even breathe as you guide his face towards yours.

But as soon as your lips touch his, he comes alive. His arms lock around you, drawing you in. He tilts his head to bring you closer, pressing more of his mouth against yours. There’s an entire room full of strangers around you, but you couldn’t care less. Eyes fluttering shut, you lean into him, fingers lacing through his thick hair. He lets out a little moan as you accidentally tug on the silky strands and the sound, and immediately you repeat the action, drawing another gentle groan. 

He pulls away then, cheeks flushed as he gazes at you. “Probably shouldn’t do too much of that here,” he murmurs in a deep timbre.

“Eh, it’s comic con. I’m sure they’ve seen stranger than a Jedi and a supervillain making out,” you grin as you take his hand, leading him to a quiet corner of the atrium. A glance at your friends finds them all mid-gawk. Jimin in particular looks like they’re having an out-of-body experience.

You know the feeling.

“I thought you were pretty, too,” you admit shyly. 

Taehyung blinks. “What?” 

“When we met. I - I thought you were the prettiest guy I’d ever seen. And I live with Jimin and Kookie.” 

Taehyung’s boxy smile returns. He brushes gentle fingertips over your knuckles. “So, are we okay?”

“We will be. Once you’re made up for all that time wasted arguing.”

The warmth in his gaze overwhelms you. Makes you want to wrap yourself up in it and never leave. “That’s a lot to make up for.”

“Yep. Better get to work,” you whisper before he captures your mouth with his. 

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, July 28th

WILLOW: Where do you keep the black arts books? ANYA: Something terrible has happened, I know. But you don't have to do- WILLOW: (staring up at the loft bookshelves) I need power.

~~Villains~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Unpredictable by veronyxk84 (Buffy, Willow, PG-13)

remember when we argued on the concept of regret by Galeifer_4_real (Giles/Jenny, T)

It Takes Three by MadeInGold (Angel/Riley/Spike, T)

Ann's Audition by eevol76vamp (Anne Steele & Ann the Regali Demon from Spike: Asylum, Darrow, G)

Lessons in Life and Love by simple_nothings (Buffy/Giles, T)

Unpredictable by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy, Willow, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

To Sail the Starry Sea - Chapter 1 by eevol76vamp (Buffy/Spike, Riley, Holland Manners, Explicit)

Meow, Ch. 13 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Watcher, Ch. 22 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Infernal Fire, Ch. 9 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Voulez Vous? Ch. 4 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Yes or No? Ch. 4 by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysteries of the Unexplained, Ch. 4 by Willow25 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, Ch. 4 by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

There Is a Season, Ch. 4 by Inevitablethief (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Free to a Good Home, Ch. 4 by though_you_try (Buffy/Spike, R)

It's Good Branding! Ch. 4 by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Better Than Revenge, Ch. 4 by BewitchedXx (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Summoning, Ch. 4 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Laid, Ch. 4 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Close to Home, Ch. 4 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Not A Secret to Keep, Ch. 4 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What She Deserves, Ch. 4 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Never Bet Against the Slayer, Ch. 4 by JayeMaru (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Treats, Ch. 4 by DarkVoid116 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Another Truce? Ch. 4 by To Be Hers (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Some lovely glorious nothing I did see... Ch. 4 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysterious Influences, Ch. 4 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

About Last Night, Ch. 4 by ashcrashed (Buffy/Spike, R)

Magical Medieval Mystery Tour, Ch. 4 by bewildered (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Double Vision, Ch. 4 by Saranac (Buffy/Spike, R)

It's That Time of the Season, Ch. 4 by Tasha (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What She Deserves, Ch. 3 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Quilt-inspired Buffy piece by 5bi5 (Buffy, worksafe)

my boy spike 💕 my favorite tortured poet turned menace to society by teenaween (worksafe)

A Spike collage and line divider ft. Hello Kitty by soponge-meringue (worksafe)

Icons with PSD coloring: VampireSlayer.psd by vampirinhainha (Buffy, worksafe)

A meme about irresponsible drinking by xandersrailcrash (Angel, Spike, Joyce)

Video: Buffy The Vampire Slayer - Season 3 Recap by bigbadllama (ensemble)

[Reviews & Recaps]

so i’m watching dollhouse currently... [whedonspeak in Dollhouse vs. in Buffy] by fallingtowers

Stake fodder's rewatch: S2.1 When She was Bad

Finished Watching Angel Season Two For the First Time by Any-Instruction6273

Just finished [Angel] the series! by sebastiani217

[Recs & In Search Of]

Fic rec: a Buffy/Spike story Pavlov's Spell by ret_wat recced by flowspuffy

countdown to iwry 2024 — iwry2023 most angsty fic - by iwillrememberyoumarathon

passporttomadness is looking for players 25+ to play Angel in Angel/Spike roleplay

Buffy, Angel Seasons 8-12 Graphic Novels FOR SALE by BenReillySpidey149

Angel: After the Fall Graphic Novels FOR SALE by BenReillySpidey149

Can someone update Tom Lenk's Wikipedia page? by Amazing-Intention292

[Fandom Discussions]

AU where the final big bad of Buffy was the Council of Watchers by coraniaid

Poll: which one is willow? (DND classes) by ladyverdance

Was Buffy an 'abusive partner'? by CanIBeAnne and others

S4 Restless (is that a photo of Buffy with Dawn?) by Starmonie

What would Buffy think of the Charmed Ones? by Itchy_Initiative6180

A math proof that Glory is stronger than dark Willow by Key_Use1988

My first homebrew DND campaign is BTVS based by Silent_Torches

Anya's Hair by Guilty-Tie164

If Buffy became a vampire... hosted by debujandobirds

Buffy, Spike, Angel and Faith by brwitch

Willow burns a book by William Shatner during her freak out at the Magic Shop by stellahella1

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

James Marsters GalaxyCon Raleigh 2024 Reports, Pics & Videos via dontkillspike

TPN's Conversation with Tim Minear by Passion of the Nerd

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[wangxianficfinder]

M/F WangXian

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Female Wei Wuxian / Male Lan Wangji

beautiful stranger, here you are by lily_winterwood (E, 3k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Dance, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Pegging, Neighbors, Female WWX, Bottom LWJ, Lingerie, Masturbation)

❤️The Book’s Cover by Eudoxia (E, 50k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX not in MXY’s body, canon retelling, humor, demisexual LWJ, genderqueer WWX, smut, Mojo's Post)

❤️Beauty and the Boot by PTchan (T, 44k, wangxian, summoned by f!oc, Canon Divergence, Romantic Comedy, Genderbending, Denial, Fem!WWX, WangXian kids, Crack-ish, WIP)

you can count on me to misbehave by sophie_448 (E, 12k, WangXian, Female WWX, Male LWJ, Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Library Sex, Modern AU, College/University, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Penis In Vagina Sex, Gender or Sex Swap, Squirting, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Under-negotiated Kink, Semi-Public Sex, First Time, Loss of Virginity, wangxian's canon noncon kink, Dirty Talk, Pining while fucking, Consensual Non-Consent, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Tit Torture, Orgasm Delay/Denial)

No, Wei Wuxian, You Cannot Divorce A Man You Haven’t Married Yet! by stiltonbasket (G, 4k, wangxian, fem wwx, arranged marriage, happy ending)

if there ever was a perfect couple this one qualifies by wildwestwind (E, 4k, wangxian, fem WWX, modern, rope bondage, anorgasmia, consensual non-con, masturbation, lack of communication, fluff)

so sweet (so sweet so sweet) by pennydaniels (T, 23k, wangxian, fem WWX, modern, supportive LXC, fluff)

Crimson Promise by IceQueen95 (T, 148k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, wen WWX, fem WWX, angst w/ happy ending, sunshot campaign, canonical character death)

tell me what's your motive by sweetlolixo (E, 7k, wangxian, modern, fem WWX, smut, size difference, older LWJ)

In Which They Are (Not So) Secretly Married by panda_desu (T, 99k, wangxian, canon divergence, fem WWX, secret relationship, secret marriage, implied sexual content, implied dub con, fluff, everyone lives au, no sunshot, intimacy, childbirth)

Stars at Dawn ~ 黎明於星星 by Anonymous (E, 155k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Grooming, Violence, Genderbending, Female WWX, Slut Shaming, Victim Blaming, Misogyny, Angst)

A Home (Not A Prison) by nana_banana (E, 59k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Gender Changes, Female WWX, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Implied/Referenced Sex, Getting Together, Fix-It, POV LWJ, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant WWX, WangXian Brand Kink, Dirty Talk, Outdoor Sex, Walking In On Someone, (any and all sex is still implied and-or referenced at this point), Naked Cuddling, Vaginal Sex, Dubious Consent, PTSD, POV LSZ, POV LQR, Unreliable Narrator LQR)

~*~

Female Lan Wangji / Male Wei Wuxian

so good inside by iliacquer (E, 2k, WangXian, Female LWJ, Male WWX, Pegging Bisexual Male Character, Sugar Daddy, but in this case sugar mommy, D/s, sub!WWX, Cunnilingus, Size Kink, kind of?, Modern AU)

Quiet Night Thought by Starlitverses (Not Rated, 64k, WangXian, het wangxian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, let lwj have friends agenda, lwj and mianmian and wq and jyl friendship, LWJ and NHS friendship, Mutual Pining, YZY Bashing, Bad Parent YZY, LWJ-centric Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Scheming NHS, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

stuck with me by pennydaniels (E, 34k, WangXian, Gender Changes, Female LWJ, Pregnancy, A-Yuan is wangxian's baby!, Sunshot Campaign, Canon Divergence, Marriage, Fix-It, Lan Family Feels)

Cloud's Longing by Lailani (Not Rated, 98k, WangXian, Novel rewrite)

Redencion by Khigm (G, 27k, wangxian, code geass au, tragic past, friendship, redemption, eventual romance, child friends, forced prostitution, past abuse, self-harm, referenced suicide, marquis WWX, fem LWJ)

This is for my mother, and this is for me by LuxRoyalty (luxroyalty) (Not rated, 9k, wangxian, fem LWJ, fluff & angst, sharing a bed, crack treated seriously, worldbuilding, attempted sexual assault, sunshot campaign, assholw WC, happy ending)

Perfectly arranged by Anonymous (E, 3k, wangxian, arranged marriage, smut, fem LWJ)

Female Alpha Lan Wangji/ Male Omega Wei Ying Series by CordeNarcissus (E, 14k, WIP, WangXian, Intersex Female Alphas, Intersex Male Omegas, Top LWJ, Bottom WWX, Omega WWX, A/B/O Dynamics, WangXian Has a Rape/Non-Con Kink, Mpreg, Library Sex, Boypussy, Vaginal Sex, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Loss of Virginity, Dark LWJ, Sort Of, Possessive LWJ, WWX is male but is referred to by feminine titles like 'wife'/'furen', Implied/Mentioned Wombfucking, PWP, Pregnant sex, Male terms for female characters, Female terms for male characters)

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