#errr don't ask about that last part

[the-blossica-fan]

Greta Hofmann and Marcus order in a McDonald's, and they get a happy meal for the former and a black coffee for the latter. Yes, their orders got mixed up. Yes, they're going to try them anyways. Yes, this may be a reference to an ask I did a while back 😭

I remember, the Semmelweis and Lorelei ask 😭

This time it's the opposite, how very silly of you. Never fail to impress me, or concern me.

Hoffman wouldn't have a bad time eating the happy meal, though the toy does go to Marcus since she's not interested. She'd like the fries but had to give them to Marcus (she had the most pitiful gaze known to man), so she ended up eating the burger and nuggets by herself, very enjoyable.

Meanwhile you see Marcus enduring the taste of pure, raw, no milk and no sugar black coffee. Girl would look like you made her eat lemons, poor Marcus. The fries made the experience tolerable but once she walks out of McDonald's she learned a new lesson, she hates pure black coffee now.

Hey at least the toy was fun!

To anyone else this would be pure comedy, a grown woman eating out of a kid's movie themed happy meal and this young teenager drinking black coffee with a grimace.

[luciferlightbringer]

Love in a Hopeless Place

Chapter 5

Sorry about that time I lied guys, I kept adding more to this than I thought I would, oh well. Enjoy me inserting my character into episode 5 basically lol. Also, your comments make me fucking cry, you guys are so sweet. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this journey with me. xoxo, dany

Chapter 4|Chapter 5|Chapter 6|Updated through Chapter 12

Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader Word Count: 4.6k CW: Slowburn, Prostitution, Hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, cuddles, depression, anxiety, family drama

You find yourself just sitting there, staring at Lucifer, trying not to panic. Lucifer shifted in his seat nervously, waiting for you to say something, but the words wouldn't come. Well.. the ones that did had a lot of cussing and fear that you did not want to let out onto him. You propped your elbows on your knees and rested your head in your hands, and took some time to breath.

You start to ask yourself why Lucifer would think this was ok, but you didn't need to ask, you already knew the answer. You said you would be there for him for stuff like this, and he was taking you up on it. You just thought you would be helping him in the same way you had been already, talking through it and holding him through the pain, not that he would actually want you to go physically go with him to see his daughter. If you had a little more time to plan and process this, you probably would have found this more sweet, but right now, all you could think of was how the King of Hell was bringing you out not only in public, but to meet his daughter.

Lucifer sat and watched your silent panic, 'Shit, nice going Lucifer, you really didn't think this part through did you? Now you are going to ruin your relationship with your daughter and your fri- friend? Friend? Were you friends? Errr, not important right now! You were going to ruin these two relationships that you cared a lot about in one day?! What is wrong with you?!'

"(y/n)... darling I'm so-"

"What did I say about apologizing to me when it came to this stuff?" you interrupted looking up at him, now with a more calm determination on your face.

"Uhh... to not?"

You smiled, "Good boy."

A shiver ran up his spine, oh this interaction was getting confusing for him. Something seemed to switch in you in an instant, leaving him confused but, relieved?

You chuckled and sat back in your seat, "Ok, I just needed a moment," you rubbed your hands over your face and back through your hair, "A warning would have been nice, but it was not possible at the time, so I can move past that. I said I was here to support you, so that's what I'm going to do."

Lucifer felt a blush form across his face, "Oh! Well... good! Th-thank you."

You smile over at him, "Now, what exactly am I going to be walking into here?"

"Well... she is showing me around her hotel, she said he needed help with something, getting a meeting with... Heaven..." he made a displeased face and shivered, "I really don't know about that, but she wants to see me and... I'm going to see what I can do to help her. Look around and see what she has going," he said with a far away look in his eyes.

"A meeting with Heaven? Why?"

Lucifer sighed and leaned back in his chair to stare out the window, "She wants to rehabilitate sinners, try to get them into Heaven. Probably to combat the yearly, now bi-yearly exterminations."

You had heard of the exterminations, but had not yet been present for one yet, you had arrived a few days after the last one, then learned that the next one had been moved up to six months after that instead of a year. The deadline was coming up in about another month. But... rehabilitating sinners to get them into heaven? Was that... possible?

"Is that possible?" you decided to ask allowed, "Rehabilitation of souls?"

Lucifer remained looking out the car window, looking down, then back up at whatever he was looking at outside, "No."

Well... one of the possible wedges in their relationship was already starting to make sense. How long had Charlie been working on this? Had they talked about this much? Probably not, Lucifer seemed to already be shutting down at the conversation with you. You didn't think it would be helpful to dig more into his thoughts on this topic.

"Ok, so... how do you want me to help? You have normally wanted our relationship to remain pretty discreet, so I'm not sure what all I can do here."

Lucifer looked over at you, and then shifted to take your hand, "I just... I want you by my side. I don't know how many people will be there. I don't expect many. Also, I would be fine just saying you were a friend of mine who I wanted to bring with... if you are ok with me referring to you as such."

You. Friends with Lucifer. Even as a front, that was something. Did he really think of you as a friend at all? It almost felt like you guys were friends, you certainly spent more time with him than anyone else you would call a friend. Stop. Back to the point. You were playing the role of his friend here. Ya, you could do that. 'Oh hey Charlie! Hope it's ok that I joined your dad, we were already hanging out when you called and I just wanted to tag along and see this hotel of yours!' Ya. Ya! This could work.

You gave him a big smile, "Ok!"

He gave you a big smile back.

"But you are not leaving until you have a real conversation about trying to connect with her."

His smile faded back into nervousness, and he rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll... I'll try."

You gave him a pat on the head and sat back in your seat. He remained holding onto your hand the rest of the car ride over.

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The next couple of hours were... a lot. Charlie opened the door to the hotel and it was like a flip switched in Lucifer, he was talking a million miles a minute, full of charisma, hugging Charlie, looking around the hotel, greeting the members of the staff and guest, which there weren't a lot of, thank god.

Lucifer had quickly introduced you to Charlie as his friend, you gave you explanation that you had thought up earlier, and she bought it with a smile. Her energy was almost disgustingly sweet, the kind that made you want to pull away and gravitate towards at the same time. You could already see how similar they were, and it made you happy to see how happy he was to see Charlie, but both of their reactions also felt a little forced and over the top trying to interact with each other, both with a weight of anxiety clinging to their words and actions.

It also did not help that one of the staff, Alastor, the Radio Demon, was doing a lot to antagonize Lucifer in front of his daughter. You could tell that every action was meant to piss Lucifer off, it reeked of power play, but given how much it seemed that he actually supported Charlie you knew it was not a good place to step in. But seeing the way he toyed with Lucifer's already fragile emotions and relationship with Charlie made you hurt, and worry a little. You worried that Alastor might get in the way of these two getting a meaningful conversation. You resigned to standing over by the side and watched the interactions unfold in front of you.

At a certain point in the conversation, one of Alastor's old friends happened to barge into the hotel in the middle of the argument, briefly distracting Alastor. This day just seemed to keep getting weirder. You weren't used to being around this many other sinners in a social setting, and you tried as best as you could to hang out by the wall.

You were hoping that the new unexpected guest would distract Alastor long enough for Lucifer and Charlie to get sometime together. But no, Alastor sent his friend, Mimzy, over to talk with the rest of the staff while he walked back over to Charlie and Lucifer to continue their tour. Damn, this guy was nothing if not persistent to make Lucifer's time here all that much harder than it already was.

Lucifer gave you a look of 'Please save me and come with', you shook your head and tipped your head towards the stairs. You were here at the hotel with him, but he needed to have this conversation with Charlie without you. Also without the others, but who knows if that was going to happen at this point.

He sighed, knowing you were right, slapped the grin back on his face, and went upstairs with Charlie, Alastor, and Charlie's girlfriend, Vaggie. You made a note to yourself about the way Lucifer used his charisma as a coping mechanism, you already knew that, but here it was blaringly obvious to you.

The other members of the hotel, Husk, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and Niffty, joined Mimzy at the bar as they talked about her relationship with Alastor. After talking for a few minutes, you heard one of the voices yell out, "Hey toots, what about you? What's your story, eh?" You look over to see Angel Dust and Husk looking at you.

'Oh crap. What do I say to them?' You stare blankly at them for a couple seconds. You had no problem talking to them, but seeing Angel Dust here made you a little nervous, he was one of Valentino's boys. Sure, porn and prostitution were not exactly the same, but there was some amount of overlap in the community. Luckily, you thought it would be more likely for you recognize him, than it would be for him to recognize you. He was a big star in the industry, and prostitutes don't get their name spread as easily unless they were really popular or also doing porn on this side.

"What, is the "friend of his royal highness" too good for us, or somethin'?" Angel scoffed at you.

You shook your head, "Oh! No, I'm sorry, how rude of me. Sorry you just looked familiar and I was trying to place from where."

Angel turned out more towards you with a smirk, "Ah, you a fan a' my work, baby? I'm Angel Dust, the famous pornstar" he said adjusting his chest fluff with his lower two arms and looking at you with sultry eyes.

"Right! That makes sense. I do believe I have seen... some of your work," you try to act a little sheepish as you walk a little closer to them.

"No need to be shy, baby, nothin' wrong with enjoyin' a little porn," Angel purred. You again try to act sheepish and brush away the comment.

"So uhh, Husk was it?" you said addressing the bartender.

"Ya, nice to meet you. (y/n), was it?" he said flatly, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Uh, yup!" You saw with a bit of nervousness. Why was he looking at you like that? Did he recognize you? Or was he just sizing up someone who came in here claiming to be a friend of the King? You couldn't tell. It was because he could tell you were being fake, but you didn't know that, and he was not about to tell you.

"Cool", he looked quickly over at Mimzy with a glare, who was currently preoccupied my Niffy, "Excuse me for a minute," and he disappeared upstairs.

"Don't mind him," said Angel, "He's a bit of a sour-puss at first, but he gets better when you get to know him. Trust me." Angel said with a smile and a wink.

You and Angel continued to talk for a while longer, he was actually really funny and easy to talk to. You wished it wasn't necessary for you to keep your secret about your relationship with Lucifer, you didn't think you could mention your profession without giving that away. Luckily, Angel didn't ask about what you did for work, he mostly asked about what it was like to be friends with Lucifer, and you gave him as some indirect answers but tried to keep it interesting. Stuff like his duck room, stuff that Lucifer wouldn't mind you talking about. He asked how you both met, you make up some story about how you had been hired to do something around his house, you ended up talking and hit it off, which was not entirely untrue. You just left out how the job was fucking him, and that it had spiraled into the much more complex and wonderfully confusing relationship that you two had today.

Angel picked up that something felt off about your story, but had been working on that whole "boundaries" thing with Husk, so he figured it was better not to push. Especially with someone he had just met. Besides, he liked you so far, he hoped you would come back around, and didn't really want to see what down happen if he pissed of the friend of the King of Hell.

During your conversation, Husk had come back down behind the bar, looking a little shaken. You and Angel didn't have time to ask before someone started... trying to ram down the front door?!

Lucifer, Charlie, and Vaggie quickly teleported back into the lobby. 'Could Lucifer teleport? What the fuck?' At the same time, Alastor emerged from the floor from a pile of shadows on the floor of the lobby.

Apparently, Mimzy had fucked with some of the Sharks and then ran here to hide. Awesome, didn't like her anyway. Lucifer was being, very short and dismissive about the situation towards Charlie, not doing anything about it while Alastor went out and dealt with the Sharks.

"Mhmm, you see? What'd I tell you?" Lucifer said, as Charlie stared out the now broken front doors of the hotel at the battle outside, "Charlieeee. Sinners are violent psychopaths, hell-bent on causing as much pain a destruction as they can. There is really no point in tryin-"

"Dad, stop!" Charlie interrupted, "He is defending this hotel. It may be a little more... sadistic than I'd hoped, but he's doing it for me! How come he can have faith in me but my own father can't?!"

The hotel fell silent as the violence outside came to and end, Alastor looking out at his job well done and dealing with Mimzy. Angel whispered something to Husk and... pulled out some popcorn? There was too much going to begin to start unpacking that.

This was Lucifer's chance to be open and honest, to try to repair the rift and find some understanding between them. He needed to be vulnerable with her, which was the thing he was most scared of. He looked over to you, looking for guidance. You returned a sharp look of 'Dude, fucking TALK TO HER, be fucking REAL WITH HER, for the fucking love of GOD.'

He sighed, and he took the first step into rebuilding his relationship with his daughter, which involved about being honest and vulnerable about how he had tried this all before, trying to rehabilitate sinners, and how Heaven and its order scared this living hell out of him. And even more so, how he was scared of losing her in the process, telling her how much he loved her.

This was part of the story he hadn't even told you yet.

Charlie responded with her own feelings about growing up distant for him but loving him through their small bits of connection, the stories and dreams he would share with her, and how it had sparked her own dreams that she now fought for. The dream to save her people, more than anything.

You watched as Lucifer started to soften, and together they opened up about wanting to know each other, wanting to work together, wanting to achieve their dreams together, and not let life try to pull them apart again. You even got to see his big, beautiful angel wings for the first time, which were an incredible sight to see. Their discussion ended in hugs and tears.

"Ok," Lucifer said ending the long hug, "I can get you the meeting, but once you're in Heaven... I won't be able to go with you... Will you be ok?"

Charlie took Lucifer's hands with a smile, "I'll be fine."

Lucifer smiled back, "That's my girl."

Lucifer looked over at you, "(y/n), I uhh... should probably go work on this now, I don't know how long it will take, should I take you home or..."

"I... could stay here longer... If that is ok with you? And everyone else, of course," you said looking around at the others, mostly Charlie and Angel, who both smiled at you. You looked back at Lucifer, who nodded.

"Ok, I'll come back for you when I am done. Thanks for being flexible," he smiled warmly, with eyes that seemed to flicker with a spark of life you had yet to see in him.

"No problem, now get this girl that meeting," you said looking at Charlie with a smile, "she's got some lives to change."

Charlie beamed back a smile at you, then looked at Lucifer. He sighed, tapped his can on the ground and softly said, "Good luck kiddo," as he disappeared in a swirling cloud of red smoke. The room goes silent, outside of Charlie and Vaggie briefly talking and holding either other in a sweet embrace.

"So," you say, addressing Charlie after she finished her moment with Vaggie, "What does a girl gotten do to get a tour of this fabulous establishment of yours, Miss Morningstar?" You say with a flicker of playful mischief in your eyes. Charlie beams you another award winning smile as she extends a hand out to you, inviting you to follow her.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

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You spent the rest of the evening getting a tour from Charlie and Vaggie, and talking with the others at the hotel. It wasn't anything fancy, but the company was nice and it was so funny to see how much Charlie was like her father, except for her spirit had not been broken yet as his had. You prayed that it never would, because it was beautiful to watch. You couldn't help but feel both jealous and inspired by her.

Was this how Lucifer used to be before all of the pain he endured? You hoped now that she was back in his life that this part of him would light up again, without all of the fake smiles and hidden tears behind locked doors. If that light you saw in his eyes was any indication, you were pretty sure it was already starting.

Alastor seemed less interested in giving a tour now that Lucifer was not around to torment, but you could tell he was also sizing you up a little and putting on a little bit of a show for you with a story and a big smile. You would laugh but not get too pulled into his antics or get tripped up by him, which seemed to entertain him a little as well as agitate him.

Angel and Husk seemed amused and impressed by how you could keep up with Alastor, while Niffty ran around cleaning and asked if Lucifer was always so boring or if he was more of a "Bad Boy" with you. You just laughed and told her that he could have his moments, Niffty lit up and gave you a maniacal giggle in response as she went back to hunting cockroaches. You looked at the others, Angel shrugged, "Don't try too hard to figure her out, you might get a headache." You laughed, and spent some more time talking with Husk and Angel, Husk seemed to warm up to you the more you talked, but you could tell he would eye you a little whenever you were "putting on more of an act". He must be good at reading people, you respected that, but also knew that would make some interactions hard.

Angel was easy to talk to, he was full of energy, loved gossip, and never ran out of stories, many of them centered around his work and his boss, Valentino, but Husk would try to reel him in so that he wouldn't get to heated in front of "new people". You wished you could talk with him about your job, not that bonding over trauma was the healthiest thing to do, but Angel seemed to care a little bit more about others than you expected, everyone here did. Even Alastor, in his own... unique ways.

Could redemption really be possible? You knew Lucifer said it wasn't, but even just by being around this group, you felt that they weren't like other sinners. They were... kinder, especially Charlie and Vaggie. You weren't used to bonding with others well, in hell or when you were alive, but this... this felt different.

This hotel had something special. Maybe... maybe you could... try out the hotel too? Who knows about redemption, but this would be way nicer than living above the brothel. Would that be possible? Uhh... that might make things complicated with Lucifer. But maybe... could you quit the brothel? Work and live here? Just be friends with him? Or... more?

'Whoa...'

'What?'

You shook your head '...that was weird.' Anyways, you were getting a little swept up in the moment, best to not get swept up in the fantasy of moving here. You would have to think about it, didn't want to make things more complicated than they were already starting to be. Plus, you had no idea yet how Charlie's meeting with Heaven would go. The hotel could be blown off the face of the circle by like... Angel Nukes or whatever. Probably best to see how this pans out.

Eventually, Lucifer would arrive back at the hotel in his swirling vortex of red clouds. Charlie ran over to her father, asking how it went. He gave her a thumbs up and a tired smile, "All set up." Charlie smiled with tears in her eyes, as she gave her dad a big squishy hug and thanked him profusely. Lucifer lit up in a smile as her hugged her back.

After a few minutes, they released each other from their long embrace, and Lucifer looked over at you, "I hope these hooligans didn't cause you too much trouble while I was away."

You smile from your seat at the bar, still next to Angel and Husk, "Nope, just the right about of trouble actually," you say looking at the two sitting with you, and then out at the others.

"Good. Well, it's time to head back, are you ready?" Lucifer said, you nodded and starting saying your goodbyes, hugging those that wanted one, mostly Charlie, but also Vaggie and Angel Dust, and waved goodbye to the others. You saw Alastor eyeing you and Lucifer with a sinister grin as Lucifer snaked an arm around you, preparing to activate another teleportation.

You quickly call out to Alastor, he narrows his eyes at you in curiosity, "Keep up the good work buddy, and never lose that smile! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" The last thing you saw before being enveloped in smoke was Alastor's impossibly wide smile somehow splitting into a further, more devious, jagged smile across his wicked face. Before you knew it, you were back in Lucifer's room.

Lucifer looked at you with playful irritation, "Why did those have to be your parting words?"

You shrugged, "As a challenge, if he is going to make your life miserable, I'm just going to do it back whenever I get the chance. It'll be fun!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes with a groan. He then picked you up and starting carrying you towards the bed, "Already missy, time for you to do your job." Being suddenly picked up had you responding with a startled laugh. For how small his statue was, you would constantly forgot how strong he was, he just always looked so fragile and meek when he was sleeping in your lap.

You look up at him from his arms, pushing down the urge to just stare at the details of his beautiful face from this angle.

"That bad, huh?"

"Yup," he said, putting you down on the bed and crawling up into his spot on your lap, wrapping his arms around you waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. You enclose your arms around him and play with his hair.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Lucifer shook his head into your neck, "Cuddles now, talk later."

"Fair enough," you say as you hold him close. You feel the tension from his body slowly melt off away in your arms, until he was almost asleep.

As Lucifer laid in your arms, trying to fight off the taxing day of both seeing his daughter again for the first time in forever, getting the pleasure of Alastor, and dealing with Heaven's irritating meeting request system (where he mostly had to wait until the staff stopped screaming before he could even make his request and start talking to anyone that could begin setting up the process of scheduling a meeting) ... it had actually been a good day. Like... a really good day. One of the best days he has had in... what felt like forever. The meeting had him a little nervous, but, he had his daughter back, and he was going to do everything to make sure he supported her and never had to live without her again. For the first time, he felt like he could actually start rebuilding some sort of a relationship with her. It would take time, but it was worth it.

He then looked up at you, your beautiful (e/c) eyes, the hero of his day. Since the day he met you and every day since. He didn't want to put you on a pedestal, he knew you weren't perfect, but he didn't want you to be. God, did you feel like the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. As far as he was concerned, you were his friend, maybe even a best friend, maybe even... errr... something greater than a best friend! ...whatever that could be. He knew he couldn't tell you that, but he felt it in his heart. He wanted to believe that you wouldn't have done all of this just because it was your job.

"Hey," he said sleepily, "Thank you for coming with me... I needed that... I needed her back... my Charlie... and now... I'm getting happy again... and its all... because of... you..." Lucifer then, guess what? Feel asleep.

His words made your breath catch. It took everything in you not to start shaking as the tears started to roll down your face, as he slept in your arms. Today felt like such a victory for you, well for him, but also for you. You felt like you had actually done something worth while, something that meant meaningful for once. You were able to help this beautiful, sweet, kind, loving, angelic creature start to find hope and connection again.

The best part of all was that he, in return, had started to give you hope again too.

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[yourloveaton]

Just scroll through everything I have missed. The fuck you mean Trickster doesn't sleep ?!?? What. Did I get it wrong? Am I not understanding something?

Plus, about my last ask about Undyne. Or if to be more concreting about the Asgore's "maybe ask Trickster to train Undyne a bit" part of the answer. I personally really can't see him doing this. Because Trickster is kinda...not..really... in the guard??? Like you get it? Yes, Sans started doing this while he was part of the guards, WE knew that. And yes, he might be associated with them in the eyes of other monsters. But realistically, how can someone who's identity you don't know be officially a part of the government structure? So that means you can't really say this person what to do. You can ask nicely and hope that this will work, but ehh idk about that

Of course, there is another explanation for this possibility. Trickster simply was given a job offer as part of a guards at some point from Asgore. And now he gets paid twice. As Sans and as Trickster. LMAO, just think about it XDD Which actually made me think, does Sans get paid at his job at the laboratory??? Or Gaster just taked him as an unpaid intern. Ahahahah, that would be cruel

OKAY I’m slowly getting back to the inbox IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AGAIN 😭🙏🙏 It’s been so busy I couldn’t have the time to seriously sit down and write earnestly…

HAHAHA WHERE DID U GET TRICKSTER’S SLEEP HABITS FROM He does get sleep, but I guess it’s so little enough that nobody has seen him sleep or anything related to it rlly !!! Who knows 🤷

Yeahhh I get your reasoning !!! Let me try to brainstorm and explain what I’ve thought for Trickster’s position in royal guards and anything related to it

Asgore and Sans know each other, through Gaster since in this au Gaster and Asgore were friends that worked together, Gaster introduced the skelebros to Asgore long time ago

I in all honesty haven’t thought throughly about the Trickster’s royal guard role and its details yet cuz I’ve been working on his other parts of his lore, which took more priority as of now AHAHA

But as I was saying, Trickster’s existing connection with Asgore and how his silly reputation with the underground would have reached to Asgore’s ears eventually and and and UGHH MY BRAIN IS NOT WORKING SORRY Gaster could’ve told Asgore too actually AHAHHAAHA many possibilities happening here

but what I wanted to say is that, Asgore would know Trickster eventually and THAT IS WHY he could’ve asked Trickster to do little training session for Undyne since Asgore would’ve wanted her to learn and experience new things from someone different than himself, also it’s his close friend’s son like he’s sure he got some tricks up to his sleeve that could help undyne’s growth or WHATEVER I THINK THATS WHAT I THOUGHT AT THE TIME?? I genuinely don’t remember anymore….

Yeah sorry… I lowkey forgot most of it let me think again… The royal position he’s gotten could either be a sentry or u know, replacing someone’s role for a time because of reasons? Cuz one of the ideas I had was that Gaster heard Asgore’s talk about maybe royalty guards and role replacement or whatever was talked about so Gaster might’ve put Trickster to handle it??? IDEK IF I EXPLAINED IT PROPERLY IM SO SORRY I’m in brainstorm mode rn I’m not good with writing 😭😭😭

But errr errr yeahh something along the way, could be worked more on it later on..

Trickster was an unpaid intern for a while actually AHAHAHA but he did eventually start getting paid for it, not that it matters much cuz… yeah… they’re lowkey rich…. Trickster is a nepo baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

anyway, thank you so much for your asks again, I appreciate them SO SO MUCH you’ve got no idea !!! Makes me enjoy developing Trickster’s lore even more too ehehehee 💖💖💖 Let me know if u didn’t get any of these or just have another question heh

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 40

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Finally got an update for this story! Sorry I’m so slow and thank you for sticking around anyone who’s still here 🖤🧡 xxx

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You don't see Van again until the announcement that your flight's boarding sounds out over the tannoy. He's there at the departure gate in a small huddle with some of the other teaching staff, his eyes flicking to you periodically. You purposely don't let him catch you looking, only stealing surreptitious glances when his attention's diverted. You know full well your feigned indifference to him since you last saw him is no doubt driving him insane, especially when your last encounter ended with your promises to behave, but you don't care. You're feeling even more reckless than usual and it's not the influence of the two martinis that you've just sunk at the airport bar.

You've also been watching Alex from afar whilst you're waiting to board, mulling over his earlier cryptic comment. He's standing a way off from the others, surveying the scene, keeping his distance even though you can clearly see his eyes lingering longingly on the short hem of Kathleen's summer dress. If he knows something's going on between you and Van then he could pose a real threat... but if he does then why on earth would he taunt you with that knowledge instead of doing the decent thing and reporting you or even sharing it with Kathleen? Maybe it's because his intentions aren't decent at all. Maybe he has some other agenda. One thing you're positive about is the fact that he's going to cause serious trouble on this trip... but that might not be all bad. In fact if you play your cards right it could be the sort of trouble that you don't mind getting embroiled in in the slightest. The knowledge that you're potentially not the only one with a dirty little secret has filled your head with all sorts of sinful ideas.

You smirk to yourself, turning away and back to your friends, a wicked kind of excitement simmering in your gut for what the week ahead might hold.

"Where you sitting Y/N?" Benji asks as he squints at his boarding card. "I've been stuck right at the back of the plane next to bloody Erica and Lydia. Why didn't ya wait for me at the check-in desk instead of joining that other queue?"

"Dunno..." you shrug. "Just don't like waiting around I guess. It's only a three hour flight anyway, that's what Johnny says, so you won't have to suffer for too long."

You shoot him a faux sweet smile and he fakes a disgruntled huff. "That's what Johnny says," he mimics you, voice all sarcastic and teasing. "Don't think I didn't see you cosying up to him earlier. Not content with wrapping Van around yer little finger, now you're moving on to the next Professor! You think you're gonna graduate with a First if you keep sucking up to all the lecturers, eh?"

"Fuck off!" You cry out, a little too harshly as you give him a shove, cringing as you feel Bob's eyes on you. "I'm not sucking up to anyone. Johnny's just been really helpful to me over the exams, that's all. He taught me some deep breathing exercises... says he's gonna help me with my flight anxiety too. That's why he asked to sit next to me on the flight."

"Should 'ave just had a few more of those martinis at the bar, they were well strong. That would've done the job."

You laugh and then you feel a hand on your arm, looking around to find that Bob's moved closer. He leans in to talk quietly to you whilst Benji's delving into his rucksack for his passport, his tone hushed, his cheeks dusted pink.

"Saw you and Kathleen in the duty free shop earlier... was she... errr... did she seem okay?"

You consider omitting the chat you overhead Kathleen and Alex having earlier but why should you hide it? You're not actually shit-stirring, you're only telling the truth... and besides, sharing a little gossip with Bob is likely to put you in his good books. It's probably a wise place to be considering how badly you intend to behave on this trip. You might well need all the allies you can get.

"She was okay, pretty happy actually, especially as she was busy spending Van's money..." Bob narrows his eyes as you tell him about the expensive designer handbag, seemingly unimpressed. "And then..." you pause for effect, lowering your voice so he has to lean in even closer... "Alex showed up... he was going on about some literary tour that those two are going on. I didn't realise everyone from English was off doing their own thing this week."

"They're not," Bob replies quickly, his brow dipping down in consternation. "Well, at least I've not heard anything about it anyway. Nothing formal's been arranged."

"Oh... maybe it's just those two then," you say, biting back your smirk at Bob's obvious disapproval. "I mean, they did sound pretty excited... sounded like they had the week all planned out."

"I really don't trust him you know... not one little bit," Bob mutters, but you don't have chance to reply as an air steward ushers you all forward to the gate.

You've been told the best remedy to quell flying nerves is a distraction and you're spoilt for choice on this journey. As soon as you locate your seat and sit down, Johnny appears in the aisle, secretive little grin playing on his lips as he glances down at you before stowing his rucksack in the overhead locker.

"All set for take-off then?" He asks, slipping into the seat beside you.

"As I'll ever be," you reply, glancing around before you reach over to let just the tips of your fingers brush over his jean-clad thigh. "I'm still nervous though so I'm really glad you're here to distract me."

"Hey, no funny business on here okay? It's way too public. When I said I was gonna help calm your anxiety I meant in a totally innocent way."

There's a hint of sternness in his voice but you pay it no heed. If he thinks you're actually going to behave yourself on this flight then he's very much mistaken. Especially as you've just sighted Van and Kathleen making their way down the narrow aisle towards where you're sitting. Kathleen's in front, perusing the seat numbers which are displayed just below the overhead lockers but Van's eyes are otherwise occupied. He's scanning the whole plane, row by row, quite obviously looking for someone. You slump down in your seat, not wanting him to spot you just yet, suddenly struck by nerves.

"Here we are! 20C and 20B. Do you want to sit in the middle seat or the aisle? I was hoping for a window seat really but maybe whoever's there won't mind swapping..."

Kathleen's voice rings out, disappointment clear in her tone but it soon fades away as she comes into view, stopping right next to your row.

"Hey Johnny, look at that! We're sitting right across from you... oh hi Y/N! You're here too!"

Your gut clenches with an edgy kind of excitement at the fact that Van's going to be situated so closely. You look up to catch him glaring down on you, quite obviously not sharing in his fiancée's enthusiasm at being seated in such proximity.

"Got a nervous flyer here," Johnny nods his head towards you as you smile meekly up at Van and Kathleen. "Thought some of those relaxation techniques we used during exams might come in handy."

"Relaxation techniques eh?" Van raises an eyebrow and although he fixes you with a smile you note the telltale tightening along his jawline. "I'm quite intrigued to hear what those are actually."

You're not sure whether he's waiting for an immediate response but you splutter one out anyway, your mouth engaging before your brain has a chance to remind you to play it cool. "It was nothing... not really, just like deep breathing and stuff... that's all... that's all it was..."

"Well I think it's great," Kathleen interrupts, coming to your rescue without realising it. She's smiling at you as she delves into her new bag, and you're a little confused as she withdraws her hand and she's holding a paperback book which she offers to you. "Deep breathing and everything's all well and good, but sometimes a distraction's far better. Here you go, just picked this up in the shop before boarding. It was an impulse buy. Not really my usual kind of literature but what do they say? When in Rome... you can borrow it for the flight if you like." She winks at you and giggles before turning to take her seat next to Van.

"Oh... errr... thank you," you reply, eyes flicking to Van's stern expression before they focus on the book's cover, your eyes widening at the image of a bare chested hunk of a man dressed in nothing but a loin-cloth and a gladiator's helmet. The title splayed across the front reads "Seduced by the Gladiator" and it's quite obviously erotic fiction judging by the content warning you sight below the title.

"The erotic story of Ancient Rome eh?" Johnny leans in with a disbelieving huff. "You and Kath certainly seem very cosy. May I remind you you're skating on very thin ice there? Probably best not to encourage this new-found friendship considering what's been going on."

You swivel your head around quickly, feeling a little aggrieved. "It's not my fault, she's the one who's being friendly with me, I can't exactly ignore her can I? That would look far more sus. She's been like this since I mentioned I wrote erotic fiction at her creative writing society."

Johnny's mouth forms a hard line and he groans quietly. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about. You could have just left well alone without joining that society. You knew damn well what you were doing. When I said you were playing a dangerous game I meant it ya know. Now you need to rein it in on this trip... okay?"

"Okay... okay..." You pout sulkily at Johnny, then you let your gaze wander over to the adjacent aisle, taking the opportunity to watch Van and Kathleen whilst their attentions are solely focused on each other. There's tension there, you can see it clear as day. It's simmering away in Van's furrowed brow and stony glaze, the way they both bow their heads to talk, voices low so no one nearby can hear. Kathleen's frowning deeply, her mouth downturned and her hands balled into fists in her lap. Your curiosity gets the better of you, not heeding Johnny's warning, hoping to glean some information from him.

"Look, I promise to behave but there's just something I'm dying to know. What's Van and Kathleen's deal? They might seem like the perfect couple outwardly but there's obviously issues there. He wouldn't be screwing around otherwise..."

"Y/N..." Johnny begins, his tone frustrated, but you don't wait for the lecture he's surely about to deliver, tipping your head closer to his so you can whisper low and hushed.

"I swear I'm not gonna cause any trouble," you assure him, the lies falling easily and covered with the sweetest smile you can muster. "I'm not exactly gonna go blabbing am I? This affects me too. I'm just curious, that's all. I know you and Van are really tight so you must talk. You must... know stuff."

Johnny's face creases slightly, he's conflicted you can tell. He knows he shouldn't trust you, you're not exactly the epitome of a morally upstanding citizen, but he also knows how easily swayed he is around you. You can already see the softening of his features, the cogs turning in his mind as he ponders whether to give you what you want.

"Please Johnny," you fix him with pretty wide eyes, your fingers gently catching the seam on the leg of his jeans in the gap between your two seats. "I'll be good, you know I can be... and I'd be ever so grateful." Your fingers flex along his outer thigh, not enough to be obvious, just a light barely there pressure, enough to show him your intentions. "You know I hear there's private hot-tubs at this hotel we're staying at, they're completely secluded... and I just bought a new bikini at the airport... maybe I can model it for you and I can show you exactly what a good girl I can be..."

"Fuck's sake," he grumbles, his eyes flicking down to your hand which is now caressing him secretively. "You can't just expect me to spill all the gossip by promising me a good time."

"So there is gossip?" You smirk, giggling softly as he screws his eyes shut in frustration. "You know, maybe we don't have to wait for the hotel, maybe I could ask one of the flight attendants for a blanket to go over our laps. The air-con on here's a little on the chilly side."

You give a little shudder for effect, pushing your shoulders back and your chest out, arching your back against the seat so Johnny's gaze will be drawn downwards. You can feel your nipples threatening to harden under the flimsy material and you silently commend yourself for choosing to wear a dress far too skimpy to wear a bra underneath. Johnny shifts in his seat uncomfortably, clearing his throat as his gaze slips down to your chest and then darts across the aisle where Van and Kathleen are still in deep conversation.

"It's... complicated..." he murmurs, face pinched as he places his hand over yours and swiftly moves it away. "And there's no way we're doing anything on this plane. Christ... we've not even left the tarmac yet and you're already at it."

You laugh and bite your bottom lip, mischievous and tempting. "I just can't help myself when I'm around you, I get so fucking horny. Need to pay you back for all that help over exams too... and I always fancied joining the mile high club..."

His eyes bug slightly at the suggestion and it's at that moment the tannoy crackles into life, the pilot introducing himself and informing the passengers that you'll be taxiing to the runway whilst the cabin crew run through the safety procedures.

You sit back in your seat, your usual flight anxiety firing tight in your chest even though it's dulled by excitement and the tiny spark of arousal that's glowing in your core as your thoughts run rampant. You're still grateful for Johnny's comfort though, the pinky finger from his left hand brushing against yours surreptitiously until it hooks over yours, a subtle gesture that lets you know that he's there for you if you start to feel stressed.

"Let's just get take off out the way eh darlin'? Then maybe, just maybe, we can talk some more..."

[39seasofnevermore]

Cedlock crack (7)

Greylock: Cedric, I have four words for you.

Cedric: *Groans* Yes yes, what is it?

Greylock: I love you!

Cedric: O-oh...But that was only three words.

Greylock: Because you and I are one.

~~~~~~~~

Cedric: I don't want to get married!

Greylock: It's just pretend.

Cedric: I don't want to pretend!

Greylock: We aren't really married, septic...

Cedric: Fine. But if we're pretending to be married, we should also pretend to get a divorce.

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Cedric: What did you do that for!?

Greylock: He was yelling at you, I wasn't going to let that continue!

Cedric: Merlin's mushrooms...PLEASE learn to keep your tongue in your mouth.

Greylock: I think it'd be much better in your mouth.

~~~~~~~~

Cedric: Greylock, no! This isn't you, you're not thinking straight!

Greylock: Oh you're right, I'm thinking gay.

~~~~`~

Baileywick: Good afternoon Greylock, have you seen Cedric?

Greylock: Every part of him.

Baileywick: What?

Greylock: Errr good afternoon?

~~~~~~~

Cordelia: Greylock is CLEARLY obsessed with you, why are you always so mean to him?

Cedric: I'm playing hard to get!

Cordelia: Please, you're already hard to want!

~~~~~~~~

Cedric: I slept with Greylock!

Baileywick: And?

Cedric: I-I thought you would be more shocked...

Baileywick: Oh, my mistake. *Gasps* AND!?

~~~~~~~~~~

Greylock: What's the first thing you notice when someone walks up to you?

Cedric: The audacity.

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Baileywick: What did you two do?

Cedric: NOTHING!

Greylock: No one got floated up to the clouds but didn't die...?

Sofia: What kind of answer is that!?

~~~~~~~

Greylock: It's so beautiful! Filled with love and joy...

Cedric: Our marriage was too...

~~~~~

Calista: Uncle Grey, did you have a nightmare last night?

Greylock: What-? No, why do you ask that dear?

Calista: I scream uncle Ceddy's name when I have nightmares too sometimes...

~~~~~~~~

Cedric: (Thinking) G'oh, you can do this Cedric...Just flirt with him. Use that technique you read about. *Walks up* H-Hello...

Greylock: Oh, hello! Would you mind helping me with something?

Cedric: Oh, well, alright...

Greylock: I'm trying to solve this equation, it's x + y = 15. I think x must be 5 because you are very much a ten.

~~~~~

Cedric: I need a favor.

Greylock: What, you like someone and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Cedric: I KNOW HOW TO KISS! I-I've seen my parents do it!

Greylock: *Wheezes*

Cedric: I"LL SHOW YOU!

Greylock: B-Bedsick-

Cedric: See? I know how to kiss-

~~~~~~

Cedric: I will never tolerate you, not even in your wildest dreams.

Greylock: But in my wildest dreams we're married..

Cedric: WHAT!?

Greylock: WHAT!?

~~~~~~

Cedric: Please, not that...It reminds me of a loved one.

Sofia: Who?

Cedric: Greylock...

Sofia: O-Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Cedric, he's in a better place now...

Cedric: Oh he isn't dead, I just don't want a reminder of him.

~~~~~

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Tales of the Abyss, part 20

spoilers spoilers all around, under the cut you go --

Haaah. I called Luke "like a toddler" in the last post and this is another such moment. He takes the easy route, not considering what lies in between or what risks could pop up. He only sees the task Van set for him - who, by the way, pointedly SAID Luke is not to move the people out of Akzeriuth! - and goes straight for it in the hopes of this leading to him getting treated better.

Ion here speaks up, but this is too little and too late probably. In Luke's ears, by now, this must sound condecending, like "this is obvious" or something.

And again, I think a lot of Luke's inaction here is based on what Van said. He explicitly stated not to save the people of Akzeriuth directly by moving them out of the place like planned, but to go straight for the miasma - if Luke saves the people, he will fulfill the score, and thus bring about something bad.

I was almost hoping for Asch to point out something WHY it will be too late, but no. on the other hand, I don't know if Luke will listen, considering that Asch is considered an enemy right around now.

You know, I'm kind of perplexed that Ion goes with this. Sure, Luke asks him to as well. But he is smart enough to know that the door has NOTHING to do with the miasma, nothing to do with the rescue of the citizen, so why? Why not at least demand to wait for the others so they know what's going on?

Uhoh.

Why not wait for them before opening the door then? You are not much use in stopping Van and Luke now that they are here, Ion, but you could have just left the door closed. I'm not angry at him. I'm seriously confused.

Oh well at least Van still cares a little? Yay? XD

Oh woah, he can programm Luke? And that happened already and we didn't see it? Strange. Also this is basically confirming two of my theories all in one - Van is bad, and Luke is a clone. Yaaaaay I would be happier if things weren't going to sh*t at the same time! XD

Outer lands? Can't remember hearing this before but then I was already dizzy from exposition in general.

Errr I will just keep calling her Tear, I can't pronounce that.

Are we just - falling through the Earth's crust? Is that why it's called "outer lands"? Uhoh. I wonder where we going now....

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I have a oneshot request/idea (only if you want to and think it’s a good idea). The the oneshot idea is that Y/n is bored and hesitantly asks joker what life is like in Arkham asylum, what it’s like being on the run, what’s it like to come face to face with Batman. And how he came across her book. Joker eyes her first and make her nervous but answers anyway.

Then she tries to ask about his personal life, before he became who he is but joker shuts it down immediately.

While she thinks this information could be good in her new project but joker doesn’t know that. Kinda like a small dedication/remembrance after he leaves in the future.

His Lighthouse: Probing Questions (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Probing Questions - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I read this email last night and immediately stopped working on the chapter update to fill this request! I know know, counterproductive BUT! I couldn't help myself!!

Naturally I didn't add any spoilers- meaning I didn't fill the request fully in the way you asked. (I already have the dedication page scene written out for J beloved 😝) I edited this while waiting in my doctor's office so if there's any errors, I'm blaming them. 👀 Enjoy!!

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It always rained in Gotham City but tonight it was a terrifying downpour. Thunder shook the Earth and lightning filled the night sky.

Lower parts of Gotham City had active flash flood warnings and your neighborhood in Old Gotham was put on a power outage alert for the next few hours.

The apartment building's backup generators kicked on forty minutes ago with limited power on the top levels. Your penthouse was a dark eerie place and looked near haunted with the vaulted ceilings and windows casting gnarly shapes of the gloomy mess from outside.

It was as if Solomon Grundy's fateful night was happening all over again. The weather outside was that horrid.

Joker wasn't bothered by it and prepared himself for bed but you insisted he join you in the living room under your blanket fort. You couldn't sleep in these conditions and got carried away with the assembly.

He eyed the monstrosity that took up a good portion of the room and approached the 'door.'

He couldn't knock on a sheet but he saw your shadow on the other side and decided to play along.

"Knock knock. May I uh.. come... in?" He shook the bag of food in his hands. "I brought snacksssss."

You peeled back the polka dot sheet for J to enter, smiling wide. He had to bend at the waist to crawl inside but he quickly grew comfortable amongst the nest of pillows and blankets you created. It took you an hour and a half to build the fort and he had to admit, not bad at all. You even strung up some fairy lights that gave the fort a soft cozy vibe that he liked.

You smiled in thanks as Joker passed your favorite snack to you.

"So, you used to errr make blanket forts when the uhh power wentT out as a kid? You're such a dork, Bunny." He teased.

You fixed the 'door' closed before scrambling back inside to nuzzle into Joker's lap. "I don't see you complaining. In fact, someone made themselves right at home."

Alright, you had him there.

This fort of yours was well insulated since the central heat was off and he looked every bit a crowned prince reclined on the ottoman you dragged into the intimate area. You were gonna tease him further when the power went out completely; plunging the entire apartment into darkness.

You squeezed J tight and tried to calm your beating heart when a roll of thunder rattled your bones.

"Awww, my Light is scared of the dark."

You glanced up into Joker's eyes. They were the only source of light left. It was unnatural how they glowed but for once you didn't question it.

So what if you were a little spooked, everyone is scared of something right? "Y-You're not scared?"

Joker scoffed and automatically pulled you closer when another clap of lightning streaked across the sky. His instincts were screaming at him to protect you.

"Nah. What's a uhhh, guy.. like me to be scared of, hmm?"

Good point. But still. Everyone had their fears. Joker was no exception.

You rested your head on Joker's chest to let the soothing sound of his heartbeat calm yours. He was The Joker. People feared him and he survived the toughest prisons and mental institutions the world had to offer. What was a little thunder and lightning to him?

You hated how quiet it was. Surely Joker wouldn't mind talking to pass the time? The severe thunderstorm warning was expected to end around midnight.

"J-J... um. What was Arkham Asylum like?" You knew you hit a nerve when he flickered his gaze down at you and stared for the longest.

He didn't blink and you were unable to look away from the venomous green bewitching your soul. His silence was making you nervous.

You felt J's arms tense around you and knew he wasn't going to answer. Joker was a naturally guarded person and here you were asking personal questions, expecting him to share.

His laughter scared you witless. "Mmmm, my little bunny is very curious tonight. Whaddya want to knooooow?"

You bit your lip. What did you want to know? You weren't expecting an answer but since Joker was open to do so, you would use this opportunity to get some intel out of Joker for your current wip.

It was rare that Joker talked about himself so you would take this little miracle and run with it.

"Like... everyone knows about the asylum but w-what's it like as a patient? How were you treated?" You asked.

Joker exhaled and unknowingly drummed his fingers on your back. It was the same beat to a song you sang yesterday during lunch. And he said he didn't like it. Liar.

How could he answer without giving away too much information? He couldn't think of one.

So, he told the truth.

"It's like hell, Bunny. You know it exists— ya don't wanna go, but once you get there... you do everything you can to survive until.." Another loud boom outside made his story ever more haunting, "...you just can't take iT anymore and escape."

Joker held you close, gently rocking you to comfort not just you, but also himself. He didn't know what came over him to talk about his past experiences; the words just tumbled out of his mouth.

"They treated us lower than dirt. You are the scum of society and these walls separate you from the good, upstanding citizens of Gotham, blah blah blah. Garbage is all it is. They drilled that spiel into our brains as they shocked the rest with electricity."

"W-What?" You paled.

"Mhm. Shock therapy Bunny. I got ahh used to it after the first weekly rounds but sometimes.. I-I can feel it. Lit-le tingles every now and then as if they're poking around for somethin' they'll never understand. Y/n, you're shivering. Hmm, should I stoP?"

Of course you were shivering, his account was inhumane! You couldn't imagine the pain Joker went through on a daily basis for years to talk about it so casually. 

No wonder he always escaped...

You didn't realize you said that last sentence out loud until J chuckled. He kissed the crown of your head and hummed. "Yep. That's why."

You twisted in Joker's arms so you sat sideways in his lap. This way you could look up into his neon green orbs and still be held.

"That's awful! So, what's it like being on the run and coming face to face with Batman?" Joker growled and smacked your thigh in anger.

You forgot he didn't like you saying his name in the apartment. Such a jealous man you love. He didn't have to be so heavy handed though.

"Bats and I have a errr, love/hate relationship doll. I love proving his opinion about the world wrong and he hates me in general. It's always... fun running into my bestie. It's addicting since we both know Bat is obsesssssed with me and, heh.. the feeling is mutual. Oh don't pout, baby doll. I only have the hots for you. C'mere."

Joker suddenly attacked you with kisses.

You were caught off guard and screamed as Joker tickled your sides in hopes of distracting you from your inquiry. He didn't mind answering your questions but he knew with your inquisitive mind, there would be no end to them once you began.

J didn't let up his assault and you landed on your back with him kissing and biting down your neck. You knew where this was going, however you had more questions to ask!

"Ah! I-I'm still curious how I have a r-role in all of this.. You seemed to tolerate me from the start, as if you already, ah yess.. l-liked me or something. How did you become a f-fan of my work again, J?"

You really couldn't talk straight when he kissed your body like that.

Just then a flash of lightning struck, illuminating Joker straddling you from above.

His hair was a bird's nest (courtesy of your hands tugging it) and that gorgeous face you grew to love was shining down at you with a level of love that had accumulated much longer than the four months you knew Joker.

You always had the feeling Joker loved you much longer than what he led you on to believe but without proper evidence, what could you do?

Perhaps today you would get some more insight.

J flashed one of his canines at you. God, his handsome smile was to die for. "You had me hooked with Welding the Sun my dear Light. I uhhh, killed someone searchin' for a copy.."

You pushed at his shoulders. "You did WHAT? J, are you serious?"

"I'm always serious bunny. That... That poem of yours... it.. messed.. me uP. I was soo lost back then, it was a uhh sparK that got me thinking differently about my life. It.. your words touched me. What kind of creature in this broken cruel world penned this powerful message? I had to know."

"So! I did a lit-le digging and found you. Perfect, beautiful, sweet little you and I couldn't. Get. Enough! I read every wo~rd ya printed. Watched every interview, consumed every last biT of media with your name attached to it. If it was related to you, I knew about it. You filled a void in me that was empty for soo long.. Imagine my surprise when I bumped into ya in Chinatown all those months ago. A uhh dream come true for mee."

Okay.... so what if Joker fell into the creepy fan category? You reciprocated his feelings so no harm no foul. It was kinda hot being desired with such an intensity.

But what did he mean by lost? Did he mean back when he was still.. normal? Did.. did you inspire J to become The Joker? Your thoughts were a plenty, trying to create a rough timeline of events here.

When did you finish your poetry project in school? When was the first spotting of The Joker recorded?

PAUSE. Was there an age gap between you and Joker?!

This conversation opened up too many doors for you to address at once. For now, you dialed it back and set about prioritizing the most important thing.

You reached a hand up to caress Joker's cheek.

It was soft to the touch thanks to all of the skin products you had him using at night. A shame it would never heal his scars but you loved them and the man they marred. It was another mysterious piece to the puzzle of who Joker was.

Would you ever truly know Joker? You wanted to try.

"I won't even ask how you heard about my poetry project. My part wasn't even published." J kissed your palm and scoffed.

His stare carried the message, I have my ways, and you didn't want to know the details.

"I'd love to read it if ya have the uhh original manuscript."

You rolled your eyes and moved yourself to sit in front of Joker. He was dodging the trauma being shared by changing the subject.

Joker watched as you began to fiddle with his hands in your lap.

They were so large and calloused compared to your dainty, smaller ones. One pair murdered and destroyed whereas the other created and inspired, yet they both found themselves in the other's company.

Such a small, interesting world indeed.

"I do. It's in a composition book in storage. J.. can I ask you another question?"

"Ya just did." You ignored his joke and inhaled a shaky breath.

Something told you he wouldn't like this next question but you knew your intended audience.

Welding the Sun wasn't a light and carefree read. You penned it when you were upset and confused with the world.

"You said my poem touched you.. back then. That was at least ten years ago. (*Longer depending on your age) W-what were you like b-before.. you before you came to be the Joker? I.. I can't help but wonder..."

You leaned forward to cup Joker's face in your shaking hands. His countenance was like stone, eyeing you down.

"Who hurt you so badly to make you change?" You cried.

You watched Joker's eyes swiftly freeze over. Whatever moment the two of you were sharing in this blanket fort was gone.

The severe thunderstorm outside was nothing compared to the storm brewing in Joker's dark jade eyes. Every wall that he originally tore down, was shutting you out once again.

Months of hard work coaxing Joker to open up and let you in was ruined with one sentence.

He stood up, taking the structural integrity of your fort with him as he escaped its comfort. It caved in on itself and trapped you inside.

"Joker! Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to–" You cried out as you scrambled under the layers of bedding, desperately trying to stop Joker from leaving.

By the time you breached the top of the pile, Joker was already out the front door and headed into the howling storm outside.

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Red Part 2

Words: 3k

Warnings: brief Larry smut (I’m so sorry 🤭), Van being a complete dick but still somehow managing to be irresistible ❤️

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Your heart's still pounding as you rush up the stairs and push open Larry's bedroom door. Thankfully he's still asleep and you push the door almost closed but not quite, worried the sound might wake him, then you lean back against it to collect your thoughts.

Did you just imagine all of that or was Van actually coming on to you?

He never actually put his hands on you or explicitly propositioned you but the intention was clear... wasn't it?

Fuck...

This isn't happening. No way. No fucking way. You're in a serious, loving, committed relationship with his best friend for gods sake. Not to mention that you hate Van. You really hate him.

Just keep telling yourself that Y/N...

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the door, willing your racing heart to slow, but snap-shots dance through your head ceaselessly of what might have happened. You screw your eyes shut tight, trying in vain to block them out, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"What's up Y/N? You don't look so good."

Your eyes snap open quickly to see Larry sat up in bed, his hair all tousled and his eyes half-closed in that cute, sleepy way of his. As usual he's wearing a smile, and that alone sets off a sickening churn of guilt in your stomach.

You push off from the door quickly, fixing your own smile which you hope looks genuine. "Hey sleepy head! You're awake! I'm fine, I just nipped downstairs to make a cuppa!"

He glances down to your empty hands. "So... where is it then?"

"Errr... oh... I... errr... I drank it down there!" You stumble, moving forward and climbing on to the bed, setting about pulling the covers up over you so that you don't have to look him in the eye.

"Really?"

His tone has an edge of disbelief and you feel your heart skip a beat. You just nod, fussing with the covers. "Uh-huh..."

"You mean you didn't make one for me?"

"I can go back down if you like?" You offer, cringing inside at the thought of enduring more time alone with Van, but one look at Larry confirms that he doesn't want you to go anywhere.

"Nah, s'okay, I was only joking," he grins, reaching out an arm to curl around your waist. "C'mere... I'd rather have you than a cup of tea any day!"

His arm slides further around your waist as he rises up, pushing you down against the mattress as he does, his lips going straight to your neck. You stiffen, resisting when he tries to slide a knee in between your legs, pushing back on him. He immediately pulls back, a tinge of wariness clouding the mischievous glint that had been in his eye only moments before.

"You sure you're okay?" He asks again. "What's the matter? You hungover or something?"

"Yeah!" You hurriedly reply, thankful that he's provided you with the perfect excuse to resist his advances. "I thought I was okay but I'm suddenly feeling a bit queasy. Maybe I just need a little bit more sleep after all."

Disappointment flickers across Larry's face but he quickly hides it with one of his signature grins, rising up and slipping behind you, surreptitiously adjusting the fabric of his boxers as he does to hide his thwarted excitement. "That's okay love. Maybe we did overdo it a little bit last night, eh? Maybe later?"

You breathe a sigh of relief, turning on to your side, feeling an arm snake around your waist. The truth is you actually feel fine, your kitchen encounter with Van chasing away any remnants of grogginess. In fact you feel strangely energised, a growing ache between your thighs every time your mind wanders and you imagine Van pushing your body up against the kitchen cabinets. You close your eyes and immediately your head is flooded with images of his hands slipping under the hem of your slip, imagining his long fingers caressing the soft skin of your inner thighs, working their way up...

A shock of heat passes through you and your body reacts, pushing back on to Larry, the unmistakable feel of his stirring arousal sparking something inside of you. All of a sudden you're not worried about where the source of your desire has stemmed from, you just need it sated. You push your bum purposefully back into Larry's hips again, hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

"Mmm.... what's all this? But I thought..." he begins, but you don't let him finish.

"I changed my mind," you reply, grinding into him insistently now, grasping his hand and pushing it downwards between your thighs as you do, spreading your legs.

"Bloody hell! What's got into you? Not that I'm complaining!"

You can hear the excitement in his voice and you can picture it plastered across his face as his fingers delve into the cleft between your legs. You hiss out a shaky breath as a fingertip presses against your clit over the thin cotton of your underwear.

"Just fuck me Larry," you murmur, impatient, rolling over further until you're on your knees and elbows, pushing your ass upwards, the silk of your nightdress falling forwards so it's bunched up around your midriff. "Just like this... now..."

Larry scrambles up instantly, full of eagerness as you feel him position himself behind you and grasp your hips, but his voice is hesitant as he speaks. "What... right now? But don't you wanna... like kiss and stuff first? You know... get warmed up like?"

"Don't worry about all that... I want you now!"

Your voice comes out like a whine and you press your face into the pillow, trying to drown out your wicked thoughts and the sound that your ears have just picked up. Footsteps on the stairs, crossing in front of your bedroom door which you distinctly remember leaving slightly open. That thought alone should dampen your ardour but it actually has the opposite effect, the pulsing need growing in you as you imagine Van pausing outside the door.

What if he could hear you?

What if he could see you?

"Fuck me... please!"

Larry's hands smooth over your ass, quickly grasping the waistband of your panties which he hastily pulls down your legs and off. It's only a matter of seconds until you feel the head of his cock butt up against you and you push back on him, gasping as he enters you hard and fast with a drawn out groan. You try not to dwell on the fact that there's no resistance as you're already so wet, concentrating instead on the feel of him filling you up as he immediately falls into a steady rhythm. With your body angled downwards and your ass up his cock hits a spot deep inside on every thrust that makes you whimper and you don't hold back, your impassioned moans increasing in intensity as he picks up his pace.

You slip a hand between your legs, locating your clit and rubbing quick, tight strokes as the pressure swells in your core, turned on beyond belief at the thought of Van listening to you getting fucked just metres away. You wonder whether it's affecting him like it is you... maybe it is. Maybe he's out there right now fantasising that it's him in here pounding into you instead of Larry...

"Ahhhh FUCK..."

The sinful thought pushes you over the brink of your orgasm and your body bucks, tightening around Larry's cock as he shudders with his own climax just moments later.

"Christ Y/N... what brought that on?" You hear him pant as he slumps over you and you collapse forwards, sinking down on to the bed.

"I have no idea... I just suddenly felt like it," you mumble into the pillow. "I really do need that sleep now though!"

You roll on to your side once more, Larry immediately nuzzling into you, resuming your earlier position. You close your eyes, praying that sleep comes quickly, wincing as you hear the muted sound of the bedroom door closing quietly next door.

Damn...

Now that you've scratched that itch and the heat of passion's starting to cool it's leaving behind a creeping uneasiness that you try to push away but it lingers, a cloying guilt that settles itself over you like a heavy blanket. You try to reason with yourself that your improper interest in Van is just a silly passing phase and it means nothing, but it gnaws away at you, even managing to burrow its way into your dreams when you finally fall into a restless sleep.

The next week passes uneventfully enough and you try to keep yourself busy, staying away from Larry's house and inviting him to your place instead. Things are good. Van's so much easier to ignore when he's not sprawled out on the couch or sniping at you or giving you sultry looks disguised as contempt. If you can just keep this up for a few more weeks you're convinced that things will go back to normal. You can just carry on hating each other without the ridiculous misplaced lust rearing it's head.

So when your doorbell rings that Friday evening and you're expecting to see just Larry on the doorstep brandishing snacks for your planned cosy film night for two, your heart almost stutters to a stop when Van's lanky figure emerges from behind him with a cocky smile on his face.

"Alright Y/N?" He grins, stepping into your house quickly before you can even protest.

You're speechless, aware that your mouth has fallen agape, shooting Larry a dismayed look as he mouths a silent 'sorry' to you, shrugging as he steps inside.

In typical Van style he makes himself right at home, toeing his boots off and shrugging out of his jacket which he slings on to the bannister, rubbing his hands together as he makes for the kitchen.

"Right then... what have you got to drink?"

You ignore him as he disappears inside, turning again to Larry, able to speak now that Van's out of earshot. "What's he doing here? I thought we were having a film night together? Just us two?"

His face crumples into a sheepish kind of frown. "Shit, I'm sorry love. He's just been moping around the house the last few days. He reckons he was supposed to be on some date tonight... that girl he pulled at the party last weekend. Apparently you scared her off or something though..."

Your cheeks instantly warm as you recall the discarded phone number.

"I... errr.... I... I had to say something to her! He treats girls like shit! I had to warn her!" You say defensively.

Larry frowns. "It's really none of our business though is it? I know it winds you up but just let him get on with it okay? It's not like he's cheating on anybody is it?"

Your gut clenches and you let out a frustrated sigh, wondering what Larry would really think of his best mate if he knew the hungry looks he gave you. But then... what would he think of you? Try as you might, the illicit thoughts just won't go away, if anything they've just ramped up a notch as you watch Van emerge from the kitchen with a beer bottle in hand, sexy little smirk on his face, looking devilishly handsome.

"Just help yourself," you sneer at him sarcastically.

"I will thanks Y/N," he says, tipping the bottle in your direction. "Cheers love."

You're an hour into Trainspotting 2 and although you've been dying to see the film for ages, you've hardly followed the plot at all. There's multiple places that Van could have sat in your living room, but he'd chosen to sit right next to you, sandwiching you in between him and Larry, manspreading annoyingly like he always does, his thigh brushing up against yours every time he fidgets which is often.

Suddenly Larry pauses the TV, getting to his feet and announcing that he's getting another beer. He offers you and Van a drink, but you're halfway through your second glass of wine. Van holds his empty bottle aloft and Larry nods, making for the door.

You can feel Van's eyes burning into you in your peripheral vision so you keep your eyes trained on the TV screen even though it's displaying a frozen paused image. Eventually he nudges you with his leg, hard.

"Oi, you ignoring me or something?"

You tut loudly, taking a gulp of your wine before replying 'no', still not looking at Van. He leans in closer, his voice quiet and low. "Well... you've definitely been avoiding me."

You look at him then, trying to keep your cool even though his proximity makes your heart pound. "Of course I'm not avoiding you! I don't come round to your house to see you anyway, do I?"

He doesn't get a chance to answer as Larry appears back in the room and you feel your body relax at his presence. He looks over at Van.

"All the beers have gone mate. D'ya fancy wine?"

"Don't drink all my wine!" You pipe up, then you look at Van pointedly. "Should have brought drinks with you, shouldn't you?"

"Larry said you had drinks in!"

"Yeah... for him. Not you!"

Larry steps forward as soon as he hears the volume of your voice increase, hands raised placatingly. "It's not a problem guys... I can just go to the shop!"

"Yeah pop to the shop Lar... I need some fags too," Van says, slipping a hand into the pocket of his jeans and taking out a folded twenty pound note.

Helpful as ever and always eager to please, Larry darts forward to take the money off Van, but you stand up quickly, panic rising in you at the thought of being left alone with Van.

"Oh that's right Van, make Larry go. You're so bloody lazy! What did your last slave die of, eh? You're always ordering him about!"

"Am I fuck!" Van snaps back, his voice raised up an octave. "He offered to go!"

"Children, children... calm down!"

Both you and Van swivel your heads towards Larry and you watch as he looks between you both, exasperated, slowly shaking his head. "I've fucking had it with you two, I really have. I love ya both but you're doing my head in. And I don't get it. You used to be mates. Can't you remember? We used to have a right laugh together, the three of us. Now it's like you can't even bear to be in the same room as each other! What's happened?"

"Nothing!" You blurt at exactly the same time as Van, your voices combining, sounding defensive and snappy.

You glance at Van, his sullen pout just making your temper flare, your temptation to just let rip at him mounting but you hold it back, opting for a poisonous look instead which he returns with a scowl. This is better. Focussing on the hate. The sulky looks like he can't believe someone actually has the audacity to not fall for his cocky brand of charm. You huff loudly, taking a huge swallow of your wine and setting your glass down on the floor by your feet, folding your arms across your chest.

"See? This is what I have to deal with!" Van snipes, and his whiny voice just unlocks the wrath that you were keeping at bay.

You spring up on to your feet, glaring down at him. "Why don't you just fuck off then? I didn't even invite you tonight!"

Van's on his feet too in an instant, looming over you, his jaw tight. "Maybe I will. You're such a fucking bitch Y/N!"

That's it!

You react in an instant, your right hand pistoning upwards with an outstretched palm, connecting with a satisfying slap which knocks Van's head sideways. He snaps his head back instantly, mouth agape, eyes blazing, a hand shooting up to his injured cheek. For once he's speechless and it pleases you, a smirk forming on your lips as you hold his gaze, the air heavy with a crackling kind of tension between you.

"What the fuck Y/N?"

Larry's voice brings you around and you look at him, your heart sinking at his horrified expression. You falter, stepping back, your foot catching your wine glass and sending it toppling over, the contents spilling out on to the carpet.

"Shit!" You curse, watching the deep red liquid soaking into your plush cream deep-pile carpet which just increases your anger.

"This is all your fault!" You hurl at Van, really incensed now.

"You fucking slapped me!" He cries, hand still nursing his stinging cheek. "You're unbelievable! I don't know how Larry puts up with you! You're just..."

"ENOUGH!"

The shout goes up from Larry with enough force that it stops Van dead in his tracks. It stuns you into silence as well, your words of intended return fire sticking in your throat as you look at him with surprise. You've been with Larry for years and you think you've only seen him lose his temper twice in all that time.

Now he's got yours and Van's attention you see his frustration clearly. He looks distraught, his eyes flicking between you both, his brow furrowed deeply. When he speaks his voice is slow and precise, a commanding tone which you've never heard him adopt before. You and Van just watch and listen, chastened finally.

"Right... this is what's going to happen. I'm going to the shop, and whilst I'm gone, you two are going to sort this out, okay? Sit down and talk about whatever shit's bothering you like adults rather than bitching at each other all the time. I can't stand another fucking minute of it... okay?"

He doesn't wait for an answer, he just looks sternly at both of you in turn before he turns on his heel, making for the door. An uncomfortable silence falls on the room as you and Van turn to look at one another. Then you hear the front door slam shut with force.

[nuttytani]

Totoro AU with platonic Childe and Zhongli

When childe was just about 5-6 years old, his family move countries. So instead of living in snezhnaya, they're now moving to Liyue. 

The new house they currently live is is okay-ish. A bit old, but full of spirit.

His younger older siblings and him look at every nook and cranny of their house and run around the forests and they see strange creatures. And I mean the last part literally. Strange yet cute

Little birds that would pick up on ginxing flowers, walking in a straight and orderly line. And a strange, scary yet really warm HUGE dragon. Childe found the later once exploring the area around their house. He even fell asleep on it!

When childe told his elder brothers and sisters about it, they all brushed it off

"Ajax, you're just imagining things. There's no such things as dragons!" 

"But you saw those weird dust things that would walk... And the birds" 

"....."

They ended up believing him soon enough.

After a few months of residing in their new house, Childe's mother was admitted in the hospital. She came down with a terrible fever and the doctors had told them to let her stay in the hospital wards for her to recover quick. 

Childe's siblings and him were disheartened to let their mother go, even though it would be temporary they were still sad. But it was for her own health. The faster she recovers, the faster she'd be back home.

Around that time, things started to get stranger. One day, their father called from his workplace, asking his children to bring an umbrella at the bus stand, since it was raining so much and he forgot to bring one. So like any good children, childe and his 3 elder siblings went off to the bus stand with 4 umbrellas in tow. 2 blue, 1 yellow, 1 red and a large black one. 

They waited and waited, yet there was no sign of their father. The rain was getting intense and the children were getting worried

After what felt like hours, they felt a presence of someone. Some being.

They turned around to see

A large brown dragon. With huuuuuuuuge whiskers and a looooooooooong body standing (?) Or trying to stand upright

The dragon had a placed a small sandbearer leaf on top of its snout, hoping to block the rain. But alas, it was too small for the dragon to protect him

The children were shocked

"hey, isn't that the thing Ajax said he saw?" — Anatoli

"Shhh don't be so loud, brother! It might hear you" — Aleksi

"Well, maybe don't call it an it???? What if you hurt errr the being's feelings?" — Tatiana 

"Can we give him an umbrella?" — Ajax

"Fine. I feel bad for.... Him being rained on"

And so, they all handed the dragon the larger, black umbrella. 

The dragon looked at them with amusement. If that was even possible. I mean, how can a supposedly mythical creature have facial expressions? Thankfully the dragon understood their intentions and took the umbrella. Which was also a little too small for it. But nevertheless, the kids had good intentions and the dragon was thankful for the kind gesture. 

The dragon flickered its tail and made a loud rumbling sound. All the living creatures surrounding them hushed down and soared high up in the sky and the rain stopped. The dragon was nowhere to be seen and he also took the umbrella with him. 

Once again, the children were stunned. Was this just a really fun dream? Even if it was reality, no one would believe them. Their father's bus soon arrived and he was delighted to see the kids 

"I'm so sorry my darlings, you have no idea what............" 

While their father was speaking about his work. Little Ajax had found a small pouch made of sandbearer leaves, tucked inside his raincoat. He swore it wasn't there before.

When the kids reached home, they all peered inside the pouch that Ajax had. It had seeds. Of what? They weren't sure of. But they still planted it in their garden, taking care of it night and day.

When the kids reached home, they all peered inside the pouch that Ajax had. It had seeds. Of what? They weren't sure of. But they still planted it in their garden, taking care of it night and day.(okay,ik at this point this is just silly..... but please bear with me until my steam runs out) 

Many weeks passed, yet the seeds wouldn't grow. Ajax was starting to get sad and his siblings felt sorry for him. They could do nothing about it, the plants would grow when they deemed it was the right time to!One night, however, Ajax heard loud rumbling noises coming from outside their house. He shook his siblings awake and pulled them out. And there it was. The same dragon they saw at the bus stand, looking at the planted seeds with furrowed brows- or at least they think it was. The dragon must have felt their presence so it turned around to face them, now looking at them with adoration.... Again, how can a creature have such expressive face? Anyways, they walked closer towards the dragon and copied his actions. Now all of them were staring at the planted seeds with a severe expression. 

"So what are we doing?" 

"I don't know. Ask Mr. Dragon"

"Hey Mr. Dragon, can we call you that?" 

Mr. Dragon let out a soft rumble, it was probably a yes.Mr dragon whips out his handy dandy black umbrella. Which the kids recognised as their father's. Oh. Ok but how did the dragon whip it out from thin air? They chalked it up to the dragon being magical. The dragon started doing some strange motions in front of the seeds. And the kids followed suit.

And slowly.... Something started to wriggle out of the soil! Plants!!! They were small plants! 

The kids got excited and continued copying Mr dragon

The small plant grew large and tall in a blink of an eye

So huge, that it almost touched the clouds

Ajax and his siblings stared up at the tree with awe

Mr dragon rumbled again, to catch the kids' attention. He placed his paw in front of them, waiting. The kids were unsure of what it meant, but Ajax quickly hopped on with excited giggles onto Mr dragon's paw and his siblings shrugged and followed

Mr dragon lets out a loud roar and many birds and different mythical creatures surround them. With a hup, they all fly up and land on top of the tree. All singing and dancing throughout the night

Ajax and his siblings find themselves in their beds, which they don't remember going into. They all run out to the garden to see the tree, which was no more there..... Perhaps it was really just a dream. 

"BIG BROTHER, THE SEED SPROUTED!! LOOK"

Indeed. There were plenty small sprouted seeds.

They all looked eachother with smiles on their faces. 

Days passed with many more adventures with Mr dragon and his friends. 

They saw giant flying deers and stags (they can fly?), weird looking tiger with horns and a huuuuuuuuuuge crane. And so many more. 

Their mother was still hospitalised and away from home. Ajax wasn't really sure what it was about but something something new family member. He was missing his mother and one hour visits to see her every week wasn't cutting it out anymore. Perhaps Mr. Dragon sensed his sadness, because he took Ajax and his siblings to watch their mother over the tree. They got a free ride back home from Mr dragon too!

They also happened to find new neighbours

Apparently they moved in a few weeks ago

Mr Zhongli, who had long dark hair and bright amber eyes. He seemed really nice and would entertain the kids by having them over for tea

Ms. Guizhong who was sweet and kind. She was actually the one who greeted them after her family moved in. She also invited the kids to sometimes come over and play with them, as it gets lonely. Ajax's father was skeptical to let his kids go at some stranger's house but he soon found out that they were good people so yay for the kids.

Ms. Liuyin Jiefeng, who looked really strict but was super fun to play with! She would tell stories about her kids named ganyu, shenhe and xiao. They haven't met with the supposed kids yet. Soon, ms liuyun promises. 

And then there was madam ping who would give them more plants to looks after and would have tea cakes!

Their mother was at last given the clean bill of health and came back home with a new little baby sister, named Tonia!!! 

They shared their fun adventures with Mr dragon and the other creatures to them. Their mother would listen with happiness, relieved that they all had fun while she was away

Needless to say but, Mr. Zhongli's family and Ajax's family became closer than ever, you could even say they were like one big happy family. They'd invite eachother for dinner and the kids would play in the garden. Yes, they were finally able to meet with the mysterious ganyu and xiao. Who were slightly older than Ajax's eldest brother.

"psst ganyu, did you know, there's this kind Mr dragon who keeps playing with us!" 

"Yeah! He even stopped the rain for us and helped the plants grow" 

"Even took us to meet mother!" 

"Oh I see that lord Mor—"

Xiao quickly covered ganyu's mouth with an awkward laugh

"anyways- ummm want to go eat some almond tofu? Ms. Guizhong made some at home today"

[sadcockpanda]

12,13, 17, 30 for the music asks <333

OMGGG HI <33

12 : A song from your pre-teen years

Errr gonna cheat on this one because I really struggle to remember what I was listening to before middle school lmao (except maybe like songs from movies and cartoons openings). So I'll just take the opportunity to share my favorite Linkin Park song, The Catalyst (which is one of the first group I ever was a fan of and one of the rare to still stick with me).

13 : One of your favorite 80's song

(:

For real though, Capitaine Abandonné by Gold will always be an eternal classic and I don't take criticism, this song is SUCH a banger.

17 : A song that you would sing in duet with on karaoke

Ok so it's you so you know. I have to put that one. I have to.

For real though, I tried to look for a song that maybe you wouldn't know, so here's hot tea by half•alive (i really really tried to pick a song that isn't about eating tajine but I'm just bound to sing how much I love you lmao)

30 : A song that reminds you of yourself

Ok fun part is over

Space Cowboy by flipturn has been my theme song for the last few months.

I dont want to end on a bad tone so, on a more hopeful note, here's also Out of Here by Smash Into Pieces

Thank you for asking <3 ! I hope you'll like those !!!

[separated-at-danger-muses]

"Vera? That's a pretty name." he says, the last part almost absent mindedly. Then, clearing his throat, he sheepishly answers with "Ah, right. Was just asking at first if you were arond from here, but if you don't have any plans..? Errr, you caught my eye, in short."

" What ? "

The hound looked confused. Whatever this stranger was going on about, it wasn't hitting her just yet.

" What the heck are you on about ?? "

[heyyyharry]

Harry is a demon, and Y/N is just really nice

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: smut

I suck at writing one shots and always add too much world-building, and now there's a whole book series plot in my head. But oh well. Let me know if you want more of them. Part 2 will only be available on Patreon.

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Harry never considered himself a gentleman. He couldn't recall the last time he'd done something remotely gentlemanly. He never got up on the train or a bus when there was no seat left and an old lady with a cane got on. He almost pushed a guy into the train track the last time he'd ridden the tube; in his defence, the bloke was a tourist, so who hadn't thought about pushing a tourist into the train track before? So it took everything in him now not to strangle this mortal girl after she'd woken him up at 1 AM and dragged him here.

"It won't take long," Y/N said, taking him by the hand and pulling him down the aisle.

They were the only ones in the library. Every person and object in this house was asleep. After midnight, the house was as quiet as a graveyard. The only sound you could hear on a peaceful evening such as this one was the rustling of leaves outside the windows.

Harry's heart thumped with every one of their footsteps across the wooden floor. The library was so big that even a whisper echoed. He never understood how his great great great uncle had chosen to build such a huge library and filled it with so many books that stacked up all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Four walls were covered by books. All dusted up and abandoned for decades.

Y/N was the only one who came in here often, and she cleaned up sometimes, but she couldn't possibly clean every corner of this old place.

"You better give me a good reason not to kill you," Harry said with a growl when she released his hand and they had reached the wall at the end of the aisle.

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. And now he was curious about her new discovery that made her unbothered by his threat of killing her.

"I found this book." Her grin reached her eyes as she pulled a hardback out of a shelf. It was pretty old, the leather cover dirty and torn at the corners. Y/N opened it and Harry started coughing and waving his hand in front of his face, dust floating in the moonlight streaming through the oval windows above the bookcase.

Y/N dragged her fingers down the page and stopped at one paragraph. "Okay, here it says that a demon is free of his chains when..."

"When he's collected 666 pure souls," Harry rolled his eyes, "are you mansplaining me right now? This was in Demon 101."

Y/N blinked in surprise. "You had a class called Demon 101?"

"No. That was sarcasm."

Y/N didn't seem amused. "Also, it's not mansplaining because I'm a woman."

"You're human. So it's mansplaining." Then, he jabbed a finger at her face and she flinched, her back hitting the shelf behind her with a thud. "I can gladly waste a pure soul and kill you now so I can go back to sleep."

"No, listen!" She circled around him and stood in front of him. Despite his annoyance, she went on reading the content on the page. "A demon is free of his chains when he gives up his immortality."

Harry arched an eyebrow as Y/N's smile grew. "So there is a way to save you."

"Errr, that is even worse than having Lucifer burn me to ashes."

"How? Being human is great."

He eyed her up and down. "Says you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you suck, and this is stupid."

Y/N seemed offended. Good. She should be.

"Just think about it, you sold your soul when you were twenty, and according to this book, you could go back to being twenty again. You'd rather suffer for eternity than be human?" she asked.

"Wrong." He held up a finger to her nose. "I'd rather finish my job, then get released from my contract, and live a life as an immortal. I don't want to die of old age. And this book–" he grabbed the book from her hand and clapped it shut, making her jump, " –is not correct. Well, at least not entirely. Maybe this is an old version that existed centuries ago when humans had a much shorter lifespan. With the new laws of the Underworld, if I ever agreed to give up my immortality, I would become human again, but then Time would catch up with me and I'd die instantly."

"Oh."

Harry rolled his eyes at the disappointment on Y/N's face. "Sweet that you're trying to help, but don't think you can outsmart me."

She stayed silent and watched him put the book back on the shelf. He turned back to her, about to tell her off, but now that his anger had cleared and the sleepiness had faded, he finally noticed her standing there in her nightdress. She caught his intense stare and pulled her cardigan close to cover her revealing chest.

A smirk tugged at his mouth. He advanced, and she quickly withdrew. One step, two steps, three steps. Her back hit the shelf and she froze. He leaned in until he could feel her breath shudder in his presence.

"But why are you so passionate about helping me, little human? Tell me," he sighed and her chest heaved as well, "what would you gain from that, hmm?"

“N-Nothing.” She blinked fast, unable to look him in the eyes. “I-I was just trying to help.”

“Aww, what a pure soul you are.” He rested a hand on the shelf behind her head and watched her flinch. A grin tugged at his lips. “Look, I appreciate that. But I am a demon, and I’m going to take your soul. At least pay me some respect and pretend to be terrified of me.”

“But I am not,” she said, sounding a bit bolder as her gaze met his. “I’m not afraid of you, Harry. I actually feel sorry for you.”

“Is that so?”

“All this and for what? You’ll forever live a lonely life.”

“Keep going. You need to try harder to hurt my feelings.”

“Well, then.” To his surprise, she straightened her back and crossed her arms across her chest. “You’re not getting my soul.”

“Excuse–”

“I said what I said. I’m not signing the contract.”

“You said I had a year to change your mind.”

“Well, my mind is made.”

She duck under his arm to escape, but he was quick to take hold of her wrist and pin it above her head. His other hand shot out to catch her other wrist before she could hit him or push him or whatever intention she was having in that little head of hers.

“Listen, little human,” he said, his face so close to hers he could see himself in her eyes, “you’re playing a dangerous game here. We agreed that you gave me a year to convince you to sign off your soul. I’ll take your soul when you die. I don’t know how you die or when you die, but you won’t know when I take the soul. Clearly, there’s no disadvantage for you, so why make it harder?”

“The disadvantage is that I’ll be giving up my soul for Hell.”

“Well, reincarnation is overrated. What if you’ll become a pig in your next life?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and Harry had to shove the image from his dreams last night to the back of his mind.

“Can I please go?”

“Not before you promise me you’ll stick to our deal.”

Y/N let out a sigh. Was it bad that he liked how stubborn she was being?

“What if I kissed you right now?”

Harry froze. He was a demon, and nothing should catch him off-guard, but that question completely threw him off. He opened his mouth, and for the first time, didn’t know what to say.

A smile appeared on her pretty face. “If I kissed you then my soul wouldn’t be pure anymore.”

“That’s not how it works. A kiss won’t make you bad, Y/N.”

She thought for a moment. Harry didn’t take his eyes off her. He felt his chest constricted and found it hard to breathe. Why was his heart racing? Was he blushed? He couldn’t be blushing. That would be embarrassing.

“What if,” she started, rather timidly, “it won’t just be a kiss?”

Harry instantly knew what she meant. But he believed she was just saying that. There was no way she could offer him such a thing. He cleared his throat and awkwardly shook his head. “Still won’t affect anything.”

“Then why do you look nervous?”

“Because,” he said between gritted teeth, “you can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not? It was a joke.”

His fingers around her wrists tightened just enough for her to feel the pressure. Her lips slightly parted and he felt heat pooling in his stomach. He dropped his forehead on top of hers, watching her eyelids flutter as he nudged her nose with his. This pull they had been denying for the past couple of weeks was growing nonstop, and Harry had a feeling something might have to happen tonight.

“It wasn’t a joke,” he whispered. “I know you’ve been thinking about it, too. Don’t lie.”

“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let go of one of her wrists and held both with one hand. His other hand flew straight to her throat. He held it gently, watching her pupils expand as he tilted her head up just enough so they were face to face. “You want me to give in and do nasty things with you, but not only because you were hoping that would make me cross your name off the list, but because…” He pressed his lips gently to her cheek “...you…” her other cheek “...want..” her chin “...me.”

When he pulled back, her face was red. It wasn’t just her usual cute-ish rosy cheeks look. Her face was bright red. The red spread to the exposed area of her chest as well. Hell, she was blushing everywhere.

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head. “But I can’t,” he was almost saying to himself, “I won’t do it.”

“I thought it wouldn’t affect my soul,” she said softly.

“It wouldn’t. But it’d affect me.”

“How?”

He looked her in the eyes. He could tell her about his dream last night and the thing he’d done to her in that dream. How he’d bent her over on his bed, her tight little bum up in the air, her face in the pillow. She’d been wearing this same nightdress but without that ugly cardigan. The material was almost transparent, and he could see every detail on her body, from her perky tits to her round belly to that perfect spot between her legs. He’d bent her over and pounded her from behind, his fingerprints on her arsecheeks. He could still recall the feeling of her arse bouncing against him and every single sound that she’d made, like music to his ears.

Then he could tell her how sad that’d make him when he’d woken up and realised it’d been a dream. Because he knew that dream would haunt him. And if he made it into reality then he’d be haunted for eternity. She was the kind of person who would leave such a mark. This had happened before, centuries ago. Once in a lifetime was enough.

But he didn’t tell her any of that.

“Y/N, I’m a demon,” he said instead, slowly, as if he was afraid she hadn’t already known.

“I know,” she said, holding his gaze.

And that was it. He caved.

Harry had kissed more humans than he could count, but he couldn’t remember one kiss as powerful as this. When their lips attached, he saw sparks. It was funny how he’d spent years making fun of those movie scenes, but they didn’t lie. There really were sparks. Her lips were soft, just as he’d imagined, and her smell was strong. He didn’t know what she used, but she smelled like fruits and freshly baked pies, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He let go of her wrists and slid his palms down to her bum. He felt her tense though she didn’t break the kiss. What could he say? He wasn’t a gentleman.

She was smaller than him, so it was easy for him to just lift her up. She squealed, not expecting it but wrapping her legs around him anymore. He pinned her against the shelves and pushed her cardigan off her shoulders so he could kiss her neck and chest. Her skin was so warm. Oh Satan, she was soft everywhere. How was that possible? He almost stopped to tell her that, but when he sucked that sweet below her ear, she let out the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he didn’t want to stop, ever. He knew he wasn’t thinking with the right head at the moment, but he’d been fighting against these feelings for her for so long. Now that he’d started, he just had to keep going.

She thrust her fingers in his hair. Harry found himself wondering if the wooden shelves behind her were digging too hard into her spine. This wasn’t something he should be thinking about when he was making out with a hot girl, but for the first time, it concerned him. But it seemed like he was the only one who cared that much. Y/N’s kisses had started out soft and warm. Now, they were claiming, less of a question and more of a demand.

The books rattled when Harry pressed his body along her front, for some reason he felt like he had to be as close to her as possible, as if trying to force their bodies into one. His lips drew a rough sound out of her throat. Desire swept through him, hot and curling in his belly before shooting through every notch of his spine.

They broke apart for air and Harry dragged his eyes open. Y/N’s hair looked so fluffy post-kiss and Harry’s fingers ached to touch it, so he did, hand carding through soft strands. “Your hair feels like a cloud.”

Y/N chuckled, then she kissed him again. Harry felt hands smooth down his back, felt them wrap around his ribs, and so he shoved her back against the bookcase again as his lips took and took from her.

And she gave and gave, like she wanted him to have all of her.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, desperate to touch warm skin, but his fingers once again curled around her wrist and pinned them to the shelves. He set her feet back on the ground, holding her wrists with both hands. Heat sparked at the base of his spine and caught inside of him when her breath hitched, as though the stretch in her shoulders burned in the best way.

“Harry…”

Harry smirked against her throat. The need to kiss her again was a physical ache, but he denied that from her when she leaned down. He tutted and pulled away. “I don’t think you’ve earned more kisses, have you? You weren’t being nice to me earlier.”

An embarrassing, reedy whine slipped between Y/N’s lips. It was obscenely loud in the silence of the library.

A knee slotted itself between her thighs, laying claim, pressing up in just the right way, and pleasure made her hips twitch. A whimper lodged in her throat.

Harry’s mouth curved up against hers, nails sinking into the skin of her wrists, gripping tighter. “You like that?”

“Don’t worry about me,” he murmured, grinding his thigh between her legs in a way that he knew would have her seeing stars. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Just keep making those pretty noises.”

Y/N whined, hips rutting against Harry’s knee. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Har—”

“Look at me.” He dropped a hand from her wrist. Fingers squeezed her jaw. “Look anywhere else but at me, and I’ll stop.” His thigh jerked up again. A moan tore itself from her throat.

And Harry couldn’t keep away from her anymore. Their mouths clashed together, finally, finally. He tasted her groan on his tongue.

“If your brother hears us–” Y/N gasped, shamelessly grinding herself on his thigh. Harry didn’t want to be reminded of his brother’s presence in the house when he was literally rubbing her pussy with his thigh, but he’d be a fool to stop now just in fear of getting caught. He was never one to follow the rules anyway.

“So keep it down, little human,” he teased. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

Y/N shivered. His thigh rocked against her again, and she was losing herself.

“Please—Please fuck me,” she gasped.

Harry’s lips curled against hers. “Gladly.”

[just-some-random-blogger]

What Does It Mean?

SF9 Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader Summary: You were the shining example of oblivious. Perhaps, it was more accurately, insecure, ever since your confidence got spat on by your ex. Regardless, you were mostly just blind to the advances of the two cutest guys in the world. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: University AU, fluff, angst, reader dumb af, pining, jealousy, love triangle, typos, etc.

A/N: I REALIZED ACTUALLY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE REQUEST I HAVE IS AND LITERALLY AGREED JUST COS IT WAS FOR JAEYOON AND INSEONG HAHAHAH LOL anyway wtf is a platonic significant other ??? you guys be wilding huh HAHHAA. Anyway anon, I hope you enjoy the way i spun your request hekhek

ALSO i currently have no energy to proof read atm this im sorry for my typos

It doesn't actually matter what I feel.

What mattered was I know that they could not feel that way about me.

These last few days were crazy. Our dorm went on lockdown due to a spike of cases in our area and we were going through an impending decision of whether or not on-campus activities would be continued since the term was ending anyway.

Feelings toward this decision was split because our area had just gotten back to being somewhat normal. I personally didn't mind whatever decision was going to happen because I trusted whatever decision would be made was going to do be for the best, though I was going to miss the benefits that came with being able to go outside again.

And by the way, I meant I knew that neither Inseong nor Jaeyoon felt anything remotely similar to what my friends said they felt towards me.

I mean, why would they when they were popular on campus for being top tier attractive even though half of them have never even seen their faces in person.

What's more they were absolute sweethearts beyond their outward beauty.

And besides, my relationship with them was very superficial, as in I only ever talk to them about school, since I was classmates with Inseong, and dorm life, since it happened Jaeyoon and I shared the same dorm.

I place my hands on my nape and roll my head. I sigh and stretch, proceeding to take a sip of my water and pushing my hair out of my face.

I turn to my clock and find that it's already 1pm. I sigh and stare blankly at my LED screen where my assignment rested.

You know what I could use? Sugar.

I curl up on my desk and grab my phone, skimming through my notifications, debating on ordering some food.

Just then, there is a popup on my phone and it begins to vibrate. There is a video call request and the caller name reads Kim Inseong. I release a breath and answer, "sup?"

Inseong is lied down on his bed, clutching a pillow, "I'm dying."

I snort, "same."

"I was finishing some activates but felt the urge to jump out of the window, so I decided to call you."

I place my head in my hand and purse my lips, "well, I'm very glad you didn't jump out of the window."

He clicks his tongue, "it's an expensive decision."

I chuckle.

"Am I bothering you?" Inseong asks, shifting in his place.

I shake my head, "no. I'm kind of in a slump right now with my own work."

He sighs, "I wish I could help you, but I have no idea how the heck your courses work."

I chuckle, "it's fine. Thanks anyway."

For a moment, we don't speak. It's not awkward though. I set my phone down and turn back to my laptop and attempt to continue with my work.

Just as Inseong speaks, I hear a text notification.

I turn to my phone and find it's from Jaeyoon.

From LEE JAEYOON: 😩😩😩 can i hangout in your dorm

From LEE JAEYOON: im going to die of boredom and loneliness 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I chuckle and shake my head.

To LEE JAEYOON: 🙄 as if i could stop you if i tried ✋

To LEE JAEYOON: im busy though so

"Who was that?" Inseong asks me as set my phone back down.

"Dormmate," I answer quickly, "errr, I mean... he lives in the floor below my apartment and we go to school together sometimes."

Inseong lingers on the 'he' part of the sentence. I at first don't realize he doesn't reply, cause I'm caught up in the work I was doing. Then in the silence, it occurred to me perhaps he ended the call.

I look over to my screen and see Inseong was no longer lying down and was sat up, running his hands through his hair.

I think nothing of it and turn back to my work. I decide to ask, "what subject are you working on?"

When he doesn't reply, I turn back to my phone and see that he was walking around.

I speak louder, "Inseong?"

He hums, "yeah?"

"What subject are you working on?"

He raises the phone to his face and knits his brows, "what?"

I repeat with a sigh, "are you working on your economics homework, or..."

"Ah, no, no. It's a project for a major subject."

"Ahhh," I nod, "that must suck."

"It does."

I don't get to reply because there is a knock on my door. I look over my shoulder then turn back to my phone screen, "hold on."

I then stand and go to my door, knowingly letting in Jaeyoon that came over, although I didn't say he could. He was wearing a mask and a blanket over his shoulders.

"Annyeong," he says, holding a bag of chips and his own laptop.

I shake my head at the sight of it, "I'm doing my assignment, Jaeyoon."

"I know, I know," he replies stepping in, removing his shoes, "I'll just be here watching a film on my laptop," he responds, all giddy, taking his mask off.

I reply to him as I make it back to my desk, "literally, what's the difference of you watching a film in your dorm and here?" I sit back down and find Inseong looking into the camera as Jaeyoon replies, "uh, you, duh. Your company? Tsk, you're not very smart."

I whip my head to him and glare. Jaeyoon ignores this and chuckles, "you know you love me too."

I reply exasperatedly, "I really don't, Jaengjji."

"There's someone in your apartment?" Inseong asks through the phone.

I hum, "the dormmate I was talking to you about."

Inseong hums and nods, pursing his lips the way he always did. I look at him for a moment but shake my head and go back to work

Jaeyoon overhears this as he sets up on my bed, "is that a classmate?" Without waiting for my response, he screams, "HI CLASSMATE!"

I turn to him and growl, "zip it, you moron."

He turns to me with his toothy smile and nods his head in what he believes to be a cute manner, "sorry." He proceeds to lie on my bed chest down and opens his chips.

"If you make a mess-"

"I won't make a mess!"

I roll my eyes and turn back around.

"Ya," Inseong calls, "do you remember your umbrella?"

"What?" I ask, turning to my phone.

"The one you left the last time you were here?"

I remember and nod, "ah, yeah."

"I should come over and give it back to you."

I knit my brows but continue to type away on my keyboard, "what? Why would you do that?"

Inseong lets out a breath, "well, because I might not get another chance if they tighten the lockdown protocols."

I chuckle, "weirdo," I turn to the camera, "it's just an umbrella. You don't have to come over just for that."

"No," he says, "didn't you say you really liked this umbrella? Your grandma bought it for you."

"Yeah, but it's okay if you keep it till next time. I have, like, two other backup umbrellas here. Plus the one Jaeyoon gave me."

Upon hearing his name, Jaeyoon turns to me and screams, "THAT'S ME! I'M JAEYOON."

I roll my eyes and rub my ears in annoyance.

"Sorry," Jaeyoon mutters.

Inseong clenches his jaw and I knit my brows at his expression, "ya... it's really not a big deal."

"Well, it is to me," he sighs.

I begin to feel bad because of his reaction. For a moment, I think he'll get over it. He can get pretty petty. As the minutes pass though with him remaining still and silent on the other line, I can't help but sigh. I wipe my face and nod, "you know, if you really want to... you can give me my umbrella back. It's really not a big deal though. Don't you live across campus?"

Inseong perks up and raises his hand, shaking it, "no. It's not a big deal if I go there. I need the exercise anyway, and I don't want you to lose your cute umbrella."

I chuckle at his use of use.

"I'll be right over then," he says.

I nod and hum, "okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Once I end the call, Jaeyoon comes up next to me and brings up his bag of chips as an offering. As he crunches on some, he casually asks, "classmate?"

I turn to him and nod, taking some chips and stuffing it in my mouth.

"Have I met her before?"

I shake my head and brush off some crumbs off my fingers.

Jaeyoon nods and continues his questions, "are you two the same major?"

"No, we have the same gen-ed classes," I say turning back to my laptop, "his name, by the way, is Kim Inseong."

Jaeyoon stills and buffers, mid eating. He chews on his food and quickly swallows, clearing his throat, "you're friends with a guy?"

I knit my brows at that and don't turn to him, "what? Like you're special?"

Jaeyoon deflates and sits down on the floor next to me, "well, yeah... I think I'm pretty special."

I can't help but chuckle at him. I look down at him and smile, patting his head, "don't worry, you can still be cute even though you're not special."

Jaeyoon knits his brows and gets on his knees, moving closer to me, "so, he's not special either, right?"

I roll my eyes, "haven't we established that I don't think anyone can be special to me since my ex treated me like shit."

Jaeyoon scowls, crushing some of the chips in the bag. He rips off the blanket off his shoulders and throws his blanket to the bed, "I'm going to beat that jerk up if I ever see him."

I nod, "please do."

Jaeyoon sighs then goes back to his movie; I go back to my work.

There is a comfortable silence between us for a while, but it is broken by a knock on the door.

Even with his earphones on, Jaeyoon is extremely sensitive to sound. He, in fact, notices it though I don't. He pauses his movie and pulls one earphone out. He asks, "did you order anything."

"What?" I turn to him in confusion.

"There's someone at the door," he says, pulling the other earphone and standing. He grunts and heads to the door. I watch him as he walks off and sequentially opens the door.

Jaeyoon's demeanor quickly shifts when he is faced with someone equally as tall and seemingly as old as him. He closes the door slightly and knits his brows, "can I help you?"

Inseong does not take kindly to his stiff tone and mimics his expression, placing his hands, which was gripping an umbrella, behind his back. It was pretty obvious, even though Inseong was masked, that he was clenching his jaw before he answered, "yeah. Can I talk to the person who lives here?"

Jaeyoon does not take kindly to his stiff tone either, "why?"

I knit my brows, wondering what was taking Jaeyoon so long, up until I dawns on me it was probably Inseong out there. I stand and jog over to the door, coming up behind the tall man blocking my view and peeping outside from under his arm, which I had to lift up to do so.

Jaeyoon flutters at this, smiling softly. Inseong knits his brows in annoyance

I smile at the sight of the other tall outside and call, "Brainseong, you're here."

Jaeyoon hates how this 'Brainseong' person melts at that.

Inseong turns to me and shows me my red umbrella.

I smile and shove Jaeyoon away using my hips, "thank you," I say taking my umbrella from him, "do you want to come in?"

Inseong doesn't miss a beat, "yeah, actually, I'm a little thirsty."

I nod at this and open the door for him, pointing to my shoe rack, "put your shoes here. I'll get you a glass of water."

Jaeyoon watches every move Inseong makes as he takes his shoes off. I catch his grim expression.

I give him a look and slap his chest. Jaeyoon turns to me, suddenly looking like a lost, wounded puppy. I shake my head and turn away, "by the way, Inseong, this is Lee Jaeyoon, the dormmate I told you about."

Jaeyoon puffs his chest at the idea he was mentioned before, then crosses his arms.

"Jaeyoon, this is the classmate I told you about: Kim Inseong."

Inseong looks to Jaeyoon and feels smug about the idea he was talked about before.

Jaeyoon catches Inseong's expression and notes, "how could I forget, you just told me about him a few minutes ago."

I knit my brows at that, not understanding why he felt the need to say it.

Inseong clears his throat, "me too."

I turn to Inseong as he continues, "you didn't have to tell me about him since you just talked about him on our most recent face time a while ago."

Inseong and Jaeyoon look at each other.

I look between them and purse my lips, "okay then... I'm going to get you a glass of water."

The two follow after me. I had Inseong a cup. He drinks it and puts his mask up right after. Jaeyoon, who say a glimpse of his face, thinks he's not even good looking.

"You can take your mask off, if you want," I say.

Inseong shakes his head, "no, no. I'm not staying-"

Jaeyoon smirks to himself.

"-we're going to facetime until midnight anyway."

Jaeyoon's face drops. He grips his hands.

I make a face at Inseong, "I swear if you just jinxed me--"

Inseong raises his hands and chuckles, quickly stealing a look from Jaeyoon, "what? You always fall asleep halfway anyway."

Jaeyoon chuffs and buts in, "ya."

I turn to Jaeyoon and raise my brows.

"I'm going to order some food. What would you like?"

I break into a smile, "are you treating me?"

"I should, since you've been working so hard."

I break into a grin and squeal, running up to Jaeyoon and gripping his arm, "wahhhhh, thank you, Jaeeeeeeyoooooonnn."

Jaeyoon smiles blissfully. Inseong rolls his eyes, "I'll go now."

I halt my actions and turn to Inseong, letting go of Jaeyoon and jogging up to him. I walk him to the door and grip his arm, "thanks again for giving me back my umbrella, Inseong."

He turns to me and pats my head, "anything for my favorite partner."

I snort at that.

He quickly puts his shoes on and I was about to say one more goodbye, but Jaeyoon calls for me, "garlic chicken and cheese, right?"

I turn over my shoulder and call back, "yes, please, thank you."

"And plain fries?"

I break into a wide grin and call back, "well if you insist."

Jaeyoon walks over to me and smirks with a phone to his ear, "how could I ever deprive you of your favorite?"

I shake my head at his teasing and decide not to reply.

Inseong clears his throat from outside and raises his hand, "I'll get going now."

Jaeyoon watches Inseong smugly from inside the apartment. Inseong looks at him then looks at me as I say, "thanks again for all the trouble you went through for my umbrella."

"No worries. It's not a big deal."

I shake my head, "no, it is to me."

Inseong smiles behind his mask.

Jaeyoon snorts and turns away.

Before I can close the door, Inseong calls, "ah."

"Hmm?" I open the door as I was closing it.

Jaeyoon knits his brows and turns back to Inseong.

"Are we still on for Saturday?" Inseong says a little louder than needed.

I pull my head back, "yeah, why wouldn't we be?"

Inseong nods his head, "ah, nothing. Just making sure."

Jaeyoon makes a face upon hearing that.

With that, Inseong gives one last wave and walks back.

[arson-404]

Hello! @bubblyani inspired me to make this!

Truth | 01

Warnings: 18+, lime, blood, death, murder, suicide, depression

Fandom: Lucifer

Pronouns used for reader: she/her (reader is also AFAB)

Enjoy, loves. <3

"Please? It'll be so much fun!"

Your friend said, putting an emphasis on 'fun'.

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Fine, but if either of us gets kidnapped at this club, it's not my fault."

"Oh my God, you're so dramatic."

"It's my talent. When are we going? I have work to do today." You asked, fumbling with a shirt that was on the floor of your bedroom.

"Does eleven o'clock work?"

You glanced over to the clock, reading the time.

7 PM.

You'd be done with work at around eight-thirty.

Thinking for a moment, you reluctantly agreed. "Okay. LUX, right?"

"Yay! Yeah, the owner's super hot. And so is one of the bartenders. Maya? Macie? Something with an 'a' and 'm'."

"Gosh, you thirst over everyone."

"You would, too, if you saw them! Which you will. Well, I don't know if the bartender will be there, but—"

You two talked a while, until you had to do your at-home work.

You liked working at home because you didn't really like going out to work for countless hours, but sometimes it was nice to let loose.

Like at this club you were going to go to, which you were kind of nervous about.

Your mind gave you flashbacks of one night when you just turned twenty-one and went to a club with your friends, Hørizon was the name.

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The sounds of booming music made it's way to your ears, your head pounding.

"Five shots of whiskey over here!"

"Um, I- I don't think I ca..." Too drunk, you couldn't even finish your sentence, as you wobbled a bit in your seat.

A minute later, a whiskey shot was in front of you — too drunk and tempted, you grabbed the small glass, gulping it down.

Delilah's friend, Tina, paid for the drinks.

The burning sensation in your throat didn't affect you much after the many shots you took before.

Your head turned to your best friend, Delilah, -which you had just met a few weeks ago at this time-, who was selecting the first contact in her phone to call, since she was a little too drunk to dial a number manually.

"Heeeeeyy, Fionaa, we're at a club." She slurred her words a bit, giggling. You could hear the faint voice from the phone.

"Oh my God, are you drunk?" Delilah only giggled in response, too drunk to make a coherent response. "Okay, I'm assuming you're at that one club you went to last week, right?" "Mmmhm!" "Are you with anyone else?" "Errr... like, my friends."

You could practically feel Delilah's friend pinch her nose. "How many?" "Uhhh... one... two... four..." She paused. "Fourth!" She said, giggling, adding a -th to the word she meant to say.

"Alright. You're lucky you're my... friend."

And then you blacked out, waking up at Delilah's apartment on the couch, others on the floor or sharing the couch with you.

You still remember that awful hangover you had afterwards.

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You chuckled at the memory, stretching a bit. After finishing an essay for your boss, revising and editing it, you glanced at the clock, checking the time.

8:51 PM.

It was definitely past 8:30, but you weren't going until eleven.

You had time to pick out your outfit, relax, and do some housework if you wanted to -which you didn't want to-.

Standing up, leaving the chair you'd been glued to for almost two hours, you sighed, making your way to the closet.

You rummaged through it, and after a little, you found an outfit you liked.

Humming, you put it on your bed, along with your extra wallet (which had less money than your normal wallet, so when you went to the club, you wouldn't lose a bunch of money from being robbed or losing it) and some water to put in Delilah's car to sober up after the club.

You checked your phone before putting it on your charger.

Footsteps padded against the floor as you made your way to the couch to watch some of your favorite show, 'The Good Doctor'.

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'Some' turned into almost three hours.

And now you had eleven minutes to get ready.

You rushed to the bathroom to do your makeup — not like anyone would see it, anyway. But you liked doing your makeup, not because you were insecure, but because you just liked trying new styles.

And you really liked eyeliner.

(Reference picture, I think it's Niki Nihachu, but I'm not sure.)

After you were done, you shoved the makeup into your container in the bathroom, hastily going to your room, fumbling with the clothing to put it on.

After about five minutes, you succeeded, and grabbed your phone from the charger, opening your messaging app up.

You

Hey, you ready?

Seen at 10:57 PM.

Lilah 💖

yep. i'm already headed there.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

You

Don't text while driving.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

And don't respond to this.

Seen at 10:58 PM.

You turned off your phone, putting it in your pocket, grabbing your stuff, your wallet shoved in your other pocket, two bottles of water in the other hand.

A few minutes later, your door opened to reveal your friend in a clubbing outfit, her curly black hair mostly laying on her right shoulder.

She had a see-through black top with another top under it, the same color.

Delilah had a black bag, the actual bag part laying on her right hip, the strap on her left shoulder.

She had a black skirt-shorts with a red and black plaid flannel tied around her waist.

The beautiful woman also had long, black, high heeled boots, going up to under her knees, but short enough to walk.

Her tattoos were slightly visible on the lower thighs.

(What I based her off of. Not sure who this is!)

"If I wasn't planning on making a move on that bartender — if she's there, I would try to date you, oh my God, you're gorgeous." Her lips formed a flirtatious, but platonic joke.

"Oh my gosh, you're definitely prettier, what the hell do you mean?" You smiled, winking.

"Alright, you've convinced me, I'm prettier." She said, shrugging her shoulders. You let out a playful pout, "Damn, I'm so broken."

"Whatever, you'll get over it. Let's go!" She smiled, tugging your arm, taking the water bottles and putting it in her bag so you could lock the door.

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Soon, you both arrived at the fancy, famous club called LUX.

Excitedly, your friend, Delilah, got in line with you, figuratively jumping up and down with joy.

"Oh my God, you'll love it here, Y/n. All of the men, women, and enbys are definitely gonna hit on you, bae."

"Assuming I'd be confident enough to let them approach me."

She rolled her eyes, chuckling.

You both got closer and closer to the doors of the provocative strip club, you both paid your halves when you finally approached the doors.

Stepping into the building, you both smiled. 'This time, I won't drink as much.' You promised yourself.

Oh, how promises break.

Immediately, Delilah went to the bar — partly for the drinks, but mostly because she saw a particular bartender.

Giggling at the absurdity of her actions, you went to a couch, not drunk enough to have confidence to talk to people or dance — not that most of them would remember, considering how many had drinks in their hands.

You fiddled with a silver ring you had bought about a month ago, which laid on your index finger.

"Why, hello! I've never seen you here before! I would remember a face like yours." A velvet voice was heard, oddly close to you.

'Wait, are they talking to me?'

You whipped your head up, mouth parted a little.

There stood a tall, dark haired man with dark eyes, a black suit with a slightly visible white shirt under it, black, shiny shoes on his feet.

You swallowed. "Hello..."

You should've gotten drunk beforehand.

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Hello, everyone! I have no clue how drinking or hangovers work, or strip clubs, since I'm 18, but I hope it's not too far off. 🖤

Sorry it took so long to get to Lucifer, it's more of an introduction to some characters in this chapter.

Also, Delilah is bisexual, and goes by she/they.

The reader is possibly bi-curious, it depends on your view of the reader. <33

Delilah may have a lil' crush on Maze and just thinks Lucifer is hot, haha

[overlordches]

For your consideration: The second verse of Go! Go! Steel Titan has Titan!Akira vibes to me, for some reason.

[not expecting anyone to look it up or anything I gotcha covered ;) ]

(i don't know how to format text on this site so this is the next best thing)

Yes yes yes you're so right AAAA???? This is definitely a very errr. Violent part of the song compared to the rest of it being pretty heroic hahah... "Blow them all to hell" indeed... (and don't even get me started on the last line haaaaah)

Thank you so much for the ask!!! I'm going to be thinking about this for a while oh gosh hahah

[herotome]

I'm so confused by that last ask lmao. Why would anyone want to buy spray and hurt someone who did nothing wrong to them/wasn't making them feel uncomfortable in any way??? Instead, how would the RO's react to a very soft and bubbly MC, that bakes them stuff and compliments them and is just,, a very somft person??? And when in a relationship stage, treats them with so much tenderness and love that it should be illegal. Have a wonderful rest of your day/night, author!

Agh, well, I don't want to make it a purely black/white situation; because if somebody knocked on my door well after sundown, I would certainly be uncomfortable.

While I can confirm that Warden had good intentions, those are the bricks with which hell is paved, yes? He DOES commit a social faux-pas. It is a BAD IDEA to knock on strangers' doors in the night! It would be perfectly understandable if the MC feels any range of discomfort or skepticism; even threatened or alarmed.

I remember this one time a perfectly nice young man approached me in the parking lot; I was about to get into my car, and I was so taken off-guard and terrified that I flattened myself against the car door the entire time, eyes darting. He didn't mean me any harm (good intentions), but the faux-pas of approaching me right outside my car was too great - I could not humanly have felt comfortable in that situation.

... I didn't hit him or spray him though, since he made no move to touch me. 😂 Iirc he wanted my help because his car died. I think sometimes people are too quick to be enact cruelty on men, because they assume all men have bad intentions, or that men are strong, they can take the abuse. But I also understand how people - particularly (but not limited to) women - are so often put into awful, deeply stressful situations of "I need to hurt them first, before they hurt me."

I want to acknowledge pretty privilege as a factor as well - while I wrote Warden as a Nice Fella, I also made conscious design decisions to make him generically attractive: even proportions, nice smile, neat hair, clean clothes. Would we be as understanding of Warden if he was fatter, uglier, more disheveled? Would we be as open to follow-up with him, follow him onto the path he sets for us? I'd wager not. (And then ah, viola, the MC never leaves her apartment and the game falls apart. Hahaha.)

Errr. So, ah. Those are my thoughts. No real conclusions, no hard and fast rules - I just want to encourage this blog/game to be a space where we exercise nuance whenever possible.

Anyway! Thank you for the lovely sentiment anon, here's the answer to your ask:

Warden: Disbelieving, really not used to such tenderness from anybody. Sort of wonders if MC is trying to trick him? It takes him some time to warm up to it and understand MC's angle. Blushes particularly hard when complimented.

Griffin: Fully participates in exchanging sweetness, for the most part tit-for-tat. Griffin might have gloomy or whiny phases and will take some alone time, but will very often seek MC out for comfort and very long, vulnerable hugs.

Mia: Flustered to the core, often tries to outdo MC in sweetness - Mia is a deeply reciprocal person, always returning favors, so it would drive her a little batty to be matched. She's used to being a giver, she'd have trouble quietly receiving.

Dart: Skeptical, distrusting, surely this is an elaborate act?? The pies must be poisoned. You'll catch him staring REALLY hard at MC, searching for flaws and slip-ups that would help him understand. There is a point, though, where Dart will begin to view MC as "family" - and then the distrust switch totally flips into undying trust and protective loyalty.

Jade: Wants to protect MC from the first moment she sets eyes on her, would kill for this MC.