#especially the hands because I didn't know if I wanted to give them wedding rings
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acid-harbringer · 1 year ago
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the star siblings but they've got lifecyles similar to those of actual stars. inspired by this post
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harunayuuka2060 · 10 months ago
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MC: Cerberus...
Cerberus: *crying and whining because MC made contact with another dog (Frost)*
MC: Cerberus, please don't cry... You're still my baby.
Cerberus: *bares his teeth* *growling a little*
MC: ...
MC: Pft— Just let me hug you, you big baby.
Ace and Deuce: *looking at Grim*
Ace: Uh, MC? I think Grim is sulking too. *mischievous grin*
Grim: What? No, I'm not!
Satan: *holding Grim* You know, whenever you're feeling jealous, you only need to remember that MC loves you and everyone else in the family.
Grim: Mryah! I said I am not sulking!
Deuce: So, has Frost already left?
MC: Ah, yes. *petting Cerberus* He will only show up if I summon him.
Lucifer: That's good to know. Since I dislike the idea of him being with you 24/7.
Simeon: *chuckles* MC, you should've seen Lucifer when he was whining too.
Lucifer: *frowns*
Diavolo: *laughs* Come on, Lucifer! No need to deny it!
Lucifer: *frowns even more*
MC: Luci...
Lucifer: What?
MC: *smiles* Do you want to go on a date?
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: Just the two of us?
MC: Yes.
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: I will check my schedule.
Satan: You have literally not done anything since we arrived in this world.
Satan: Schedule my ass.
Lucifer: I still need to look after you, you little shits.
Diavolo and Simeon: *laughing*
Ace and Deuce: Oh boy...
Cater: Guys~ Guess who I saw on a date yesterday~.
Riddle: Who is it?
Cater: *shows them the picture of Lucifer and MC kissing on a balcony*
Riddle and Trey: ...
Riddle: Cater, that is invasion of privacy.
Cater: Nah~ They saw me and invited me over to eat some snacks. I don't think they mind.
Trey: But still, don't show that to other students.
Trey: Especially Malleus.
Cater: ...
Cater: I might've already shown it to Lilia-chan...
Riddle and Trey: ...
Trey: I guess you can handle the consequences.
Cater: Don't be like that, Trey-kun!
Lucifer: What are you glaring at, Malleus?
Malleus: I am not glaring.
Lilia: *chuckles* He's just a little jealous.
Lilia: I had to remind him that it would be natural for you and the others to be intimate with MC because of the relationship you have with them.
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: *smirks* Well, it's natural for you to be jealous, Malleus.
Lucifer: As you will never know the taste of their lips or feel their passionate gaze.
Malleus: *glaring intensifies*
Lilia: ...
Lilia: I've been noticing it for a while, but why are you singling him out?!
Vil: Potato! Are those hickeys?!
MC: ...
MC: Vil, you startled me. *just woke up and went downstairs to go to the kitchen*
Asmo: Ooh~ Darling~ Did you enjoy your time with Lucifer~?
Vil: ...
Vil: Right. I forgot that you are married, Potato.
MC: Haha, no. It's fine.
Asmo: Didn't he go easy on you, darling? Your legs are trembling a little.
Vil: ...
MC: Asmo, babe. I will appreciate it if you stop pointing things out.
Asmo: Awwwww~ I'm just admiring your beauty~ There is nothing wrong with that~. *chuckles*
Asmo: Here, let me give you some aftercare~.
Vil: ...
Vil: I will be going back to my dorm.
Vil: And inform the teachers that you won't be teaching today.
MC: Thanks, Vil. *yawns*
Vil: ...
Vil: On the other hand, I think I will be staying here with you after informing the teachers.
Vil: I don't trust Asmodeus to be alone with you.
Asmo: Ha! In case you have forgotten, dear. *shows him his wedding ring*
Asmo: I'm married with them too!
MC: ...
MC: Barb.
Barbatos: *appears next to them* *smiling*
Barbatos: MC needs some rest, gentlemen.
Barbatos: I recommend taking this altercation outside.
Asmo and Vil: ...
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cjlouwho · 6 months ago
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Bucktommy prompt idea for you:
Tommy going to Bobby, NOT to ask for his blessing on proposing to Buck, but thinking that Bobby will talk him out of it as it's too soon (Tommy needs someone to be rational with him and he thinks Bobby is levelheaded, especially when it comes to Buck).
He's unaware that Bobby and Athena basically speedran their way down the aisle, and Bobby gives him his blessing AND practically helps him plan the proposal/wedding instead.
This was ridiculous.
They'd only been together for four months.
Sure, Tommy could easily say they had been the best four months of his life, but still... four months.
You don't buy a ring for someone after only four months.
At least Tommy didn't. He wasn't that type. He was levelheaded, thought things through.
Even when he flew that helicopter straight through a hurricane, he thought that through. Knew he could do it. Knew to trust Howie and Hen and their instincts.
But this was all on him.
He was standing outside of a jewelry store, ring in one hand, receipt in the other, wondering what the hell just happened to him? Was he drugged? Possessed? What would possibly make him think this was a wise option? Why could he already envision Buck standing across from him in front of a room full of people as they spoke their vows to one another?
Tommy stuffed the ring and the receipt into his pockets. He practically marched to his car. There was only one person he could think to go to. One person who could talk some sense into him.
*****
“That's amazing, Tommy!” Bobby exclaimed, pulling Tommy in for a hug.
This was... not what he expected.
“Amazing?” he questioned once Bobby pulled back. “Bobby, it's insane.”
“What's insane about it?”
“We've only been together four months. He moved in a week ago, and we both joked about how crazy that even was.”
“And how's that week been?” Bobby asked, leading them over to the couch.
“It's... It's been great. Fantastic, really, but it's new. It'll wear off.”
“Doesn't have to.”
“Bobby, I- I thought I'd be coming here today for you to talk me out of this, not for me to talk me out of it while you talk me into it.”
Bobby smiled. “You love him?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“He loves you?”
“Yeah, he does,” Tommy replied, softer as he thought about the many times they'd said those words to each other over the last three months.
“You like spending time together?”
“We haven't spent a night apart since we started dating, work excluded.”
“You see a future with him?”
Tommy nodded. “We both want kids. He's gonna be such a great dad, too. He doubts himself sometimes, but I don't doubt him. We'd have to buy a bigger place someday, but we've got enough space for three where we are now.” Tommy's eyes were focused off in the distance, like he was imagining their whole lives together. “I haven't traveled much, outside of my time in the army, but we've made plans to do a roadtrip so he can show me all the places he's been. And he's so smart. He knows something about everything and I love that because he's always right. I don't even have to double check.” He stopped abruptly when he realized he was rambling. That's what got him into this mess in the first place. He got to thinking about Evan, and then he couldn't stop thinking about Evan, and then he was driving to a jewelry store.
Bobby shrugged. “I don't see a problem here, Tommy. Athena and I got engaged in less than a year, and I couldn't imagine it any other way.” He reached out, giving Tommy a pat on the leg. “You're a good guy, Tommy. Buck is just as much in this relationship as you are, believe me. You ask, he'll say yes.”
Somehow a wave of relief, along with a surge of anxiety, washed over Tommy at the same time. “Are you sure?”
“I'm sure.”
*****
Tommy stayed a bit longer, catching up with Bobby and discussing what plans he had for a proposal. When it was time to leave, Bobby walked him to the door. He reached for a handshake that turned into a hug.
“Thanks, Bobby,” Tommy said with a final pat on the back before he headed out.
“Anytime, kid. Hey, you have Buck call me after he says yes!”
Tommy smiled, giving Bobby a final wave before he got into his car.
Bobby wasn't surprised when his phone began to ring a few hours later, Buck's name lighting up the screen.
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charlottecutepie · 10 months ago
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How about Will being sweet and rough at the same time? Like verbally being sweet, gently calling you his little bunny with his hand around your throat or just generally being rougher physically but also leaning in for forehead kisses. 🥹💜🐰
౨ৎ𓂃 ࣪˖ Jealous bunny (William Afton x fem!reader)
tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, outdoor sex, car sex, jealous!reader, riding, doggy style, missionary, praise, rough sex, lot of petnames, choking, multiple orgasms, small daddy kink, fluff, creampie, soft!william, mention of william being married
author notes: heyy ty sm for this wonderful idea, i really liked it!!! tho I went further and added a lil plot here, hope you don’t mind :) lets say it’s me warming up for dubcon fic with stalker!william !!!!!!
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It's pretty late, William is driving slowly and carefully, which even surprises you. He usually always drives casually, but apparently the day at work turned out to be quite difficult, his face also shows that. He stares wearily at the empty road through glasses, his facial muscles relaxed as he blinks tiredly. You rest your chin on your hand and turn your head to look into the car's window. Beautiful moonlight falls on the green meadows, giving a magical shine to the emerald grass. The stars sparkle in the night sky, some white and others bluish. It's really beautiful, breathtaking even, you actually forget you're with William until his voice reaches you.
“I keep forgetting to ask,” he begins, adjusting his glasses, the hand that holds the steering wheel relaxed. “How's Elizabeth's success at school?”
You know what to answer him. You turn your head to William and your gaze immediately falls on his hand, or rather on the finger on which the wedding ring shines hideously. Why hasn't he taken it off yet? Him and his wife decided to divorce a couple of months ago.
“I try to motivate her to study, but—”
“Buut she's pretty stubborn, right?” he interrupts you with a smile.
“Yeah,” you nod. “she's rude to me sometimes, and she doesn't want to do her homework. Today she. . . actually, she threw a tantrum because she didn't like the breakfast I made her.” you sigh never taking your eyes off William's ring.
He chuckles softly. “Her mom did a great job raising Elizabeth as a spoiled girl, i can say.”
“Well, that's the thing.” you sound displeased, not hiding the resentment in your voice. “it's difficult with her.”
“I know, darling, i know.” his hand lays on your thigh and strokes it, as if soothing you. “but believe me, this is how Elizabeth expresses her love. If she's throwing a tantrum and doesn't obey, it means she loves you.” you even seem to relax until you hear his next words. “kind of reminds me of her mom.”
Your face drops and you slap his hand away. “Don't wanna hear bout her.” you mumble as you narrow your eyes.
William looks at you. “Sorry, baby, i won't mention her.”
Silence filled the car again, only the chirping of crickets and the engine of the car are the only sounds. You're really offended that he started talking about his wife again, even though he always spoke neutrally about her, they just didn't suit each other. Their marriage was bursting at the seams and the only thing that kept them together were their kids.
“Why you're still wearing this ring?” you question him while continuing to look into the window, but your eyes aren't focused on the beauty of nature at all.
“I put it on especially for work,” he answers calmly. “It minimizes unnecessary questions and gossip about my personal life. You know i don't like sharing my things with people.” you glance at him briefly, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay.” you pout, that's when you feel his hand on your leg again, this time squeezing softly.
“I don't care about her anymore, princess.” you barely keep yourself from pushing him back, jealousy swallows you whole.
“You still love her. . . ” you say quietly. And even though you realize you're doing the wrong thing, because there really is nothing between them anymore, it's like they've become strangers again, you still can't contain your emotions and jealousy.
“Love her? Darling, I left all feelings related to her behind a long time ago.” he raises his eyebrows and gives you a surprised face, the car is going slower by the minute because William is clearly not interested in driving now. He didn't expect his girl to let herself think that he loves someone else. You're quiet, your face darkened and corners of your mouth downturned. “You're beautiful you know?” William's deep voice asks, his hand caresses your skin, slowly moving closer to your core.
“Don't say that.” you snap at him, trying to hold yourself from arguing with him. William chuckles, oh babygirl, it's no use fighting with me.
“Why i can't? If i love my bunny, why can't i say that?” this time you let him touch you, but you still don't look at him, trying your best to pretend that you don't care about what's happening right now. Except William has touched and fucked you so many times that he knows exactly when his little doll is lying. Of course, when you cross your legs and your body tenses, William knows what that means. He smiles and rolls off the road. “You're really stunning, these little shorts fit you so well.” he cooes.
“Don't.” you hiss at him.
“Or what, bunny?” you don't answer his question. “c'mon.” he reaches over and pulls your chin up until you're forced to look at him. Afton smiles, the corners of his lips tugging up, he stares into your eyes.
“You love her.”
“I don't.”
“You do—” William doesn't wait for you to deny it anymore; his mouth slams down onto yours in a searing kiss.
“I do love you, doll.” he pulls away only to whisper raggedly against these words into your lips before kissing you again. He claims your lips once more, caressing every inch of skin exposed by your t-shirt with one hand while the other slowly trails up towards your breast. You whimper into his mouth when he squeezes softly through the delicate fabric.
“If you'd love me, you'd—” you try to speak when he breaks the kiss, but your voice breaks when he plants tender kisses along the side of your jawline lowering to your neck. William murmurs another “i love only you” and when he reaches for your t-shirt, he slides his hand underneath the fabric to gently cup your breast; suckling on your skin while running his thumb over your sensitive nipple in an intimate circle.
“Is that enough prove, darling?” William pulls away from your neck, his breath warm against your lips as he looks into your eyes, he's watching your face, studying your reaction. But you're fucking silent, even though you know it's damn more than enough, you're still quiet. Your chest rising up and down from his passionate kisses and touches, your mouth opened, but no words come out.
Since his girl is silent, William decides to take matters into his own hands, he reaches down and rubs your pussy through your shorts. He grabs your hips while thrusting up against you; making it apparent just how hard he's gotten for you. “Mmmhm, my pretty bunny” he nuzzles your neck, breathing in deeply; you're sweet and hot all at once — like heaven on earth to him. He leans back slightly against the driver's seat, guiding you over his erect length which presses excitedly against your pussy through his pants. “Let me love you.” he takes yours chin again forcing it up for a hungry kiss while simultaneously grinding you against him.
“Right here?” you ask him in between kisses, trying your fucking best to make your voice sound neutral or careless even, but you fuck up as he grinds against you, his bulge pokes your clothed cunt and you feel your panties wetter. “N-no, i don't want, let me go.”
“Right here.” William looks at you, never believing your words, the signs are unmistakable: flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and soaked panties. You're horny, it's written all over your needy face. “Just let me love you darling.”
“You love your wife, you still wear that. . .” you gasp when William roughly bounces you on his erection. “damn ring.”
Not wasting any time, he removes the wedding ring carelessly from his finger and throws it aside before grabbing your hips, pulling you onto himself with force and kissing you again. A lot of kisses, you can tell that, your lips already swollen from that. “I love you, i need only you, only my little princess, mine.” William pulls back slightly, tugging your shorts and panties off in one swift move, revealing your glistening pussy. He watches hungrily as you bite your lip but don't stop him. He fumbles with the button and zipper on his pants before pushing them down along with his underwear to reveal a fully erect dick just waiting to thrust into you. “Gonna fuck that jealousy out of you.” he growls.
Panting heavily, William lines up his hard cock with your wet hole and then plunges inside you roughly, causing a sharp gasp to escape from both of you. He lets you adjust to his length, holding you in his big hands, making you feel small and safe with him, he groans and begins pounding into you hard, filling you just perfect, moaning as he praises his little princess. “Perfect, you're perfect. . .” his hips drive deeper every second until his balls slap loudly against your ass.
“Nghah— Ahh, William!” you feel so stretched open by the force of each thrust and yet it doesn't hurt. You grip onto his shoulders tightly for support but that doesn't slow him down in the least.
“Told you I'd make your pussy mine, bunny.” William huskily mutter in your ear before claiming your mouth with another fierce kiss as his cock reaches deeper in you at rough pace. He can feel you getting closer by how nice your pussy clamps around him and it's all he needs: feel your little cunt clench on his cock, be inside you while you cum. “Ughh, love the way this little cunt sucks me in.” he runs his hand down your body and finds your clit.
“I'm—” your voice weak from sudden stimulation, you shake as his fingers fastly caress your little sensitive bundle. “Fuck, gonna cum!” you whine, closing your eyes tight as you try to bounce on William, but you don't even realize he's doing all work here, having a firm grip on you and moving you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll.
Hearing your moan makes William's heart race faster, spurring him on to fuck you even harder. “C’mon, doll, let me hear you say it.” he continues slamming into your pussy, enjoying how wet and tight you're getting from his relentless thrusts. You barely hear what he tells you as your moans and slapping sounds filling the car.
“Daddy, please-please,” you cry out and in next second your ears catch satisfied laugh from him. “let me cum, please!!” your begs sound way too good and pretty for him, so he leans closer to you and gives you a tender kiss on the forehead.
“Such a good girl— yeahhh, go ahead, cum on my cock.” you let out a moan and shake as waves of pleasure crash over you. “fuck. . .” William's pace slows down to smooth and gentle, he kisses your breasts through your t-shirt, your nipples hard from chilly summer night and how horny you are. William licks your pretty nubs through clothes and you loose your head from such intimacy. Your fingers dig into his shoulders even harder now as he buries himself deeper inside until it seems impossible to go any further, reaching your cervix. Your orgasm sweeps over you and William feels it, hearing your rapid breaths turn into loud moans. His cock pulsating inside you and you cream around him as he finishes inside you, letting himself moan from how desperately your cunt tries to milk every last drop from him. “Hhmm, princess, my girl.” he hides his face in your chest, never wanting to let his little girl go.
He pulls away from you slowly, taking a moment to catch his breath. Looking up at your flushed cheeks, and into your eyes. “Was it enough to prove that I love only you?” he's still inside you and you shiver a little in aftershocks of your intense orgasm. “C'mon, tell me, doll.” his voice is soft, but there's an insistent undertone to it making you realize he wants an answer more than anything right then.
You look into his eyes and although inside you realize that what he did was more than enough, you do your best not to smile. And you're good at it, your face still looks like it did at the beginning of your talk, offended and completely provoking him to further actions. William reads everything in your eyes, which sparkle with devilish excitement.
So, William continues proving you, fucking you from behind in the passenger seat of his car, the cool leather brushes against your hot skin. With him inside you so deep and stretching your pussy it seems impossible not to let a loud moan escape your lips. His strong arms grip around your waist tightly as he picks up speed, watching how your ass jiggle whenever he thrusts. “Can’t believe you think i love someone other than you.”
“Oh fuck— Hahh, mmm. . . H-harder!” you moan and he drives into you harder, his breathing ragged and heavy.
“How could you even think that?” he growls in your ear. The more William talks to you the hornier you get as your whole body trembling and quivering. The need for him is intense inside you, every thrust pushing you towards another orgasm; making you claws dig deeper into leather seats. “My good little girl, my princess. Daddy gonna make sure to prove he loves only you.”
The contrast of his sweet words and rough fucking makes you cry, eyes watery as tears appears in corner of your eyes. The sounds and begs of yours make him fuck you harder, just as you asked to, William manhandles you by grabbing your hair, your roots hurts as he yanks your head to him.
“I belong to you, bunny,” he grunts, enjoying your glassy eyes full of sweet pretty tears as you drool silly. “and you belong to me. As it should be, right?” your heart trying to escape your chest as he pounds into you.
“Right there, fuck! Fuck—fuck—fuckkk!” you shake under him, you'll surely be sore after that, not only your body, but your throat because of how loud you're screaming. You're clearly ignoring his question.
“Answer me, bunny.” William tugs on your hair, making you gasp from unexpected pain. Your pussy gripping on him so fucking tight that he feels he gonna cum in any second again. “C'mon,” he thrusts. “answer” another thrust. “me.” you know you're acting bitchy right now, it's totally wrong, but you love this kind of William, who's trying to prove all his feelings, who cares about your state, who's ready to fuck all these insecurities out of you, so rude and aggressive, hair pulling and animalistic pace, but so gentle and soft, praising you and trying to make you believe.
You don't give him the answer he waited, instead just bucking your hips to his thrusts, wanting nothing more but to cum on his cock again.
“Fine, doll.” you hear William's voice behind you, but this time it's different, tone intimidating, more serious, his grip on your hair weakens and he lets you go.
You don't get time to process why he pulls out, leaving you feeling horribly empty as he changes position, manhandling you again, laying you on your back, his hands spread your legs wider and he plunges inside you again. This time you arch your back and your cunt throbbing, your hand grip onto the edge of the passenger seat as you cum hard, trembling and breathless. William watches, enjoying the view where you two connect and groaning with satisfaction when you pull yourself closer to him begging for more. “Cum for daddy, that's a good girl.” he moves, feeling how your walls clench around his shaft while he rubs your swollen bud in soft circles.
He leans over you, his mouth capturing your lips in a messy kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. William groans against your lips, perfectly feeling how tight you just got from cumming. Your hips lift off the seat involuntarily, inviting him deeper into you; wanting all of him inside you as he fills you up completely until his balls slap against your skin. He never stops moving, instead changing from thrusting to completely pulling out of you, leaving your hole clenching around nothing only to slam back in with wet sound, abusing your cunt. Mad pleasure coursing through your veins, your juices making a beautiful mess all over the car seats.
“I must fuck this cunt properly, yeah? To make my little girl believe me,” he bruises your cervix, maintaining eye contact with you. You look into his face, but even through your blurry vision you see how handsome he is, especially now, hair messy as ever, face flushed and pupils dilated, sweaty forehead and all of this is yours, only yours, this man belongs to you. You take him like a good girl you are, your dripping pussy that wet he easily and deliciously slides in and out, creating sloppy sounds. “i'll make you understand.”
His strong arms wrap around your neck and your eyes widen, in both fear and excitement, this is something new. William presses down on your throat, earning from you a muffled wheeze and then pulls out, depriving your pussy of warmth. You grip his wrists, watching William's frowned face, but his eyes betray him, so loving and caring, filled with nothing, but pure love for his angel. Weird feelings overwhelming you and you really get lost, he chokes you, his brows furrowed as he's concentrated, his tip slides over your slit, but never entering and you ready to burst in hysteric from wanting him inside again.
“No, please, fuck me, please!” you cry, trying to move, but your voice is so fucked up, William adores that emotion written on your confused face. “William. . .”
“Now you understand, babygirl? Answer me.” William stares deeply into your eyes, his grip tightening on your neck; enough to remind you who's in control. You're struggling for breath with tears running down your face. “Fucking answer me.” he repeats again.
“Ye-yeah! You love me, William. . . No one else.” you try to nod, your voice hoarse.
“Oh my god,” he sighs deeply, his leaking cock twitching from your beautiful sounds. “yes, that's right, baby, that's it, such a good girl.” he releases his hold on your throat and runs a finger over your cheek, wiping away your tears. He leans for a deep kiss while pushing inside you and you wrap your legs around his waist, gladly welcoming him inside again.
“Mhm— Mhnng!—” your muffled moans. “love you so muuuch!” you cry into his mouth and the whole car staggers like an earthquake from his quick, sharp and rough thursts.
“Me too, bunny, me too.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, voice hushed, full of adoration and affection for you. “Pussy so fuckin tight—” beautiful groans leave him. “Gonna cum— ughhh inside you again, claim you. Mine, all mine.”
“Please,” you manage to beg through whines. “dont stop, ahhh!”
”Never gonna stop loving you, doll,” he pants heavily as he starts to slow down his thrusts. His eyes fixed on your beautiful face as he continues kissing your hot tears away. His cock hits all your sensitive spots, making you loose your mind, you grip onto him desperately. “My pretty angel, you're everything to me— Mmhmm—”
What a wonderful babbling mess you are, your jealousy has evaporated and you're not even sure if you even remember his wife's name anymore. You're reaching for another kiss, too hungry for William's attention and he gladly gives it to you.
His hand yanks your t-shirt up to reveal your cute breasts bouncing from the intense pace, his runs his finger all over your nipple and pinches it, what makes you gasp. William leans down to capture your other nipple into his mouth and you shudder from his beard brushing against your sensitive skin, only to hear soft laugh “so sensitive for me.” from Afton. He sucks on your lil bud and bites it, leaving painful red mark from his teeth and all this time never stopping thrusting in and out of your squelching cunt.
He straightens his back, removes annoying strands from his forehead and then your mouth falls open when his thumb lays on your little clit, rubbing it in fast but sensual circles. William hums, watching you cumming for him again, your cunt unbelievably tight around him as you gush on him, his tip rubbing against your sweet spot. William moans loudly from that crazy tightness, warmness and wetness of yours, and he cums too, again inside of you. He slows down, but continues to spill his seed inside of you, however you're that full it starts to leak out of you, mixing with your juices and creating a mess in his car.
“Nhaah, daddy—” you purr, watching his beautiful face confronted in pleasure, little smile appears on your face. Afton glances at you and pulls out, resting his tip on your clit, still feeling the hotness of your pussy. “that felt so good.”
He's fighting fatigue so he doesn't fall on you, a warm smile also appears on his face when he notices your satisfied pretty face, your body still trembling, his cum still oozes out of your pulsating hole and William groans at such view.
“So,” his fingers tilts your chin again. “not so jealous anymore?”
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thefanficslayer · 7 months ago
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Note:I have to remake this recommendation list on this account because I can’t remember the email to my other account 🥲. Yes, I know this fandom is pretty much dead. Do I care? No. As long as I’m alive then the fandom shall live. This list is not yet complete, and likely never will be because I’m a procrastinator.
VICTUURI FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS
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Title:Melodies Unheard, but Felt All The Same Chapters:39/39 Rating:Mature Summary:Yuuri wanted to make history as the first Deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he's a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov's presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that's left is to tell the figure skating world about it.
Title:all the world’s a stage Chapters:10/10 Rating:Explicit Summary:Everyone has a guilty pleasure.For Yuuri, it just happens to be romance movies starring famous heartthrob Victor Nikiforov. (And, honestly, on the spectrum of guilty pleasures, he figures that his is on the far, far more innocent side.)
Title:Empty spaces between stars Chapters:21/21 Rating:Explicit Summary: Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids... but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor's sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals...
Title:My Name On Your Lips Chapters:13/13 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered. If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.
Title:Not gold like in your dreams Chapters:8/8 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:"Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment." "Oh come on, he's not a psychopath," Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says 'are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again? "Victor, you don't know that. You don't know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face l'm going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter's side dish?"-- in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret
Title:Gunned Down Butterflies Chapters:24/24 Rating:Explicit Summary:Everyone's lives revolve around two names - the name of an enemy, and the name of a soulmate, both tattooed on their wrists.But for Yuuri, his fated soulmate and enemy are the same person. One name tattoed on his skin. After years of believing it meant only unhappiness and pain, he begins to bandage them up and hide them from the world. He even begins to forget about them - until he meets a new client in need of a guard against the Russian mafia.Nothing can hide him from fate - not bandaging the names, not forgetting about them, not even moving on without them. The owner of the name on his skin will find him eventually.
Title:Midnight Lover Chapters:23/23 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor Nikiforov, figure skating god and human trainwreck, flies halfway across the world from the only home he's ever known in a last-ditch attempt to salvage his life. His demons follow him faithfully. Katsuki Yuuri, reticent vampire and trouble magnet, pulls a drowning man out of the ocean on a whim and winds up with an unconscious human celebrity in his house. He knows it's a mistake to keep him. Viktor wakes, Yuuri stays, and they get too attached too fast.
Title:Winter Song Chapters:20/20 Rating:Explicit Summary:The set of Yuuri's mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri's jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor's. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words. Yuuri was aware that at some point-a moment in time he couldn't quite place-Victor had become his boyfriend. There wasn't a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.
Title:Signs of Love Chapters:15/15 Rating:Explicit Summary:After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It's only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.
Title:You Know That I’m No Good Chapters:11/11 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri has it all.A great job that he loves, an amazing wife, and they're even contemplating having children.Until the day he finds out that it's all a lie.He doesn't confront his cheating spouse -- he needs to understand first. And while he could hire someone (probably should hire someone) he can't bear the idea of some stranger learning about his failings as a husband. So he does his own digging, and finds out that the Other Man has a partner of his own. A sweet, romantic, super hot partner. Who doesn't know what his fiance has been up to. Contacting this "Victor" person is probably a terrible idea.Agreeing to meet with Victor and form a friendship? Even worse.But falling in love? For real this time?Maybe it all will be worth it.
Title:November’s Secret Chapters:24/24 Rating:Explicit Summary:Overwhelmed with anxiety and his fear of failing, Yuuri faces the issue of if he should continue skating. His best friend, Yuko, proposes a solution - if no one knows it's you, then it's less embarrassing, right? Yuuri begins to create a completely new disguise and persona. But it works a little too well.Before he knows it, Yuuri has become the biggest mystery of the skating world and everyone wants to know who he is. Especially Viktor Nikiforov, the idol he's been loosely basing his new persona on for years.
Title:Like a Fairytale Chapters:13/13 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing)."The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he's only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing... So, what's he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor's type?" "...Sweet." "Well, he does make pastries."
Title:Met by Accident Chapters:79/79 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor is having the worst day of his life, oversleeping and late for work. To make things even better, he rear ended the car in front of him. His attitude quickly changes when he lays eyes on the other driver."I'm so sorry!" the other driver said when he reached Viktor.He held a hand up to him, silently asking him to wait. The receptionist finally answered the phone and directed his call to his boss. Once he informed her he'd be late and no, he didn't know what time he'd be in, he hung up and turned his attention to the other driver. Well, well, what do we have here? The man was shorter than him by a few inches, jet black hair that was slicked back with a bit of gel. His glasses left something to be desired, but Viktor admired those large chocolate brown eyes. His lightly tanned skin was unblemished and looked so soft that Viktor wanted to run his hand along his cheek. His body looked enticing as well, but it was hard to tell from the overcoat he was wearing.Simply put, he was fucking gorgeous.
Title:Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches Chapters:14/14 Rating:Explicit Summary:A single event changes the course of Yuuri's life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn't seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
Title:How The Mighty Fall(in love) Chapters:3/3 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:Every Victor Nikiforov fan has three things in common. 1 They have unrealistic expectations for romance.2 They mark their calendars with the dates of his newest book releases and the premieres of his latest movie adaptations.3 They either passionately hate or love his greatest rival, a mysterious author whose pseudonym is only two letters: "KY."
Title:You can have everything Chapters:2/2 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor's phone. He returns it--and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.
Title:Talk to Me Chapters:1/1 Rating:Explicit Summary:There was a bouncing shift of weight, and suddenly a silky voice was at Yuuri's ear, "Hey Yuuri, is it possible you like when I speak Russian?"Yuuri groaned. Viktor's lips ghosted right beneath Yuuri's ear, gently sliding over the sensitive flesh of his neck, "I can speak Russian to you, if you like."
Title:All Eyes on Me Chapters:17/17 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria.Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.
Title:Like your french girls Chapters:7/7 Rating:Teen and Up Summary:"Victor," Yuri begins, lowering the eighteenth sketch of the figure skater Victor drew this week, "you have a fucking problem."--In which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram.
Title:Please Have Mercy On Me Chapters:19/19 Rating:Explicit Summary:Viktor's been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him.But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.
Title:Centripetal Force Chapters:10/10 Rating:Explicit Summary:Victor speaks seven languages.(Physics isn't one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.
Title:Undiscovered Country Chapters:8/8 Rating:Explicit Summary:Yuuri wakes up in Victor's room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet.Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn't earned the right to get in his pants...and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there.Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list...
Title:Maelstrom Chapters:5/5 Rating:Explicit Summary:Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport--right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.
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blingblong55 · 1 year ago
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Glory -John 'Soap' MacTavish NSFW
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GN!Reader, smut, MDNI, softdom!soap, sub!reader, 18+, rough!sex, blowjob
Based on a request:
Ma’am, need more NSFW soap!!! I CANT WITH THAT MAN. The things I wanna do to him is unspeakable.😭😭😭
A/N: It'll be more of HC's but just be aware of most of them. Also Cpt. MacTavish is such a slut and I want him!
He likes to slap you around on days when you mess with him, he isn't rough at all and he most likely will kiss you after each one.
Prefers soft sex over rough any day. Yes, there are days when he wants to be rough but they are rare.
He loves to play with the idea of you being his pet, he hates the fact that you want to be tied up since he relates that to being a hostage.
Foreplay is always a must for him, he wants you open and ready for him.
Fingers you at dinners if you misbehave, he also loves to watch you contain your moans at the table.
You practically have to beg him to put a collar on you, and then when he does, it's heaven for you both.
He is a soft dom and never wants to be like those rough doms with their subs because he thinks it's plain disrespectful.
Days when he wants to be the submissive one, he walks up to you with that begging look on him, begins to kiss your neck and whimper when you don't touch him.
The day of your wedding, he wore his kilt and as you drove to the dinner after the ceremony, he made you give him a blowjob, he needed release after seeing you in that outfit.
You had to wait in the car longer because he couldn't find something to wipe his cum off your face.
Mirror sex is a must for him, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock and loves to watch your reactions.
He creates a dungeon in your home for every need you both may have, it's well hidden so no guest has to see it.
Loves to play with the idea of making his mates watch as he fucks you dumb.
Hates to be called master, he doesn't want to feel as if you aren't his equal during sex.
One thing that he always makes sure happens is aftercare. That is the most important thing in a healthy sex life and if he wants to keep you healthy after fucking you raw, it is essential.
One time, he was so drunk he asked the 141 men to join you guys the next time you had sex, and they did. Now they have pictures to prove it.
Hickeys are his favourite mark on your body, bite marks too but hickeys turn him on in many ways.
He loves it when you mark him and asks you to always give him a fresh one, especially if the same person at the market doesn't get he is married, he will proudly wear those hickeys.
Condoms were important until one time he saw how his cum leaked from all of your holes, and now he begs to just fuck you without one, consent on this is key.
Has been forced to apologise to the front door neighbours because they saw you both fuck on the windowsill.
Car sex is his secret favourite place.
Guilty pleasure is to be caught, like that one time he was turned on by your body at a funeral and took you to the parking lot of the church to fuck you. His family didn't notice but the priest's stare was like he knew.
A/N: The next part will be short, so pardon me for it.
He came home late, annoyed and horny. His phone filled with the messages you sent him while he was away on the mission. Your lewd photos all displayed for him as he walked away from his locker, hiding the screen from any prying eyes. The boner he had gotten was noticed by most of his mates. "See you still with the lad/lass." One commented and he looked up confused.
Soon after that, he was inside your shared bedroom, 2 a.m. and with the worst boner he had gotten since the wedding. He knows he has consent at all times but he needed to wake you up. Wanted your both to create the perfect ring around his cock. "Hey, handsome/beautiful, wake up." He whispers and with a few more murmurs of sweet nothings, you now are on your knees. Mouth opened pretty for his aching cock. "Fuck, just like that, be a good slut fer me." His rough hands bobbing your head, and his groans and whimpers when you gave him that look filled the shared room. "Oh don't you give me that look, you slut." He slaps your face then leans in to kiss it.
Your drool and his pre-cum, make for the perfect taste. "Oh, fuck...oh fuck...yer dirty slut, taking me cock like this...fuck...just like that.." You look up at him, getting drunk on his seed. He chuckles and pulls you back up, you sit on his lap and he kisses your neck. "Yer know how much I missed this body of yours? yer are a nasty one, sending me those pictures but I bet this is what yer wanted, eh?" He nibbles on the soft skin. "I love you, my sweet R/N," he whispers.
"Don't yer ever leave me, okay?" He grabs a tissue and wipes your mouth.
Tags: @sgnt-mactavish @anonymuslydumb @liyanahelena (tagged certified Soap sluts<3)
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YANDERE OBEY ME: Barbatos and (?)
From the soon to be series: "MC pranking them by jokingly cancelling the wedding"
TW: Disturbing, Toxic, Mentions of death, Violence
Oh dear, now why would you do such a thing. You of all people should know better how your soon to be husband is the silent but deadly type. Plus he is madly in love with you, did you really think you can just cancel it like that and expect a well mannered retaliation.
The ever so graceful barbatos has been your boyfriend for almost six years and just last month he finally got down on his knees and propose. You, on the receiving end was tackling him down the moment he showed you the ring and was saying yes like a mantra.
And now you guys are on the process of getting everything done, down from the venue to your wedding dress. The process was exhausting but the thought of finally meeting him in the altar, exchanging rings and saying your lifetime vows was worth the strain.
On the day of the said disaster, you are in the HOL asking asmodeus for his input in which wedding dress suits you best.
"how about this one" you said gleefully, pointing to a certain dress in the catalog
"yes it's stunning but the top is too modest"
" i personally don't think it's a bad thing" you reasoned out
"MC, it's your wedding day, your big day, a little bit of spice isn't bad, and it's only once in a lifetime."
"but-"
"and also, you can dress as slutty as you want, your soon to be husband can fight, and we're not even in heaven"
" i do like the other one better, the one with the slit, it's so pretty, but do you really think it's gonna be okay" you asked
"oh sweetie, it's fine, have a little confidence in yourself and the dress you really like will make you shine better in your wedding day" asmodeus said in a sweet manner " and if you're still not convinced how about playing a bet with me"
" can i say no, it sounds ominous" you said
"no, so here's the bet. Show pictures of both the dresses to barbatos, the modest one and the spicy one. If he chooses what you liked best, you give him a kiss, but if he chooses the too modest one, then you gotta say that you're cancelling the wedding" the devil of lust grins
"that's evil" you said agaped at the ridiculous statement made by the demon
"and that's why I'm a devil. Now go on show it to him" he pushed you out of his room with a grin that is way too suspicious
Unknownst to you, Asmodeus already know that Barbs is gonna pick the modest one, why? that's because he knows how shy you are in front of crowds, you only dress up when it's just the two of you. Asmodeus is just trying to stir up some fun, not knowing how it could lead to a serious situation.
.......
Arriving at the castle, you were quick to spot your fiance and immediately bothered him to pick dress he prefers.
"so which one do you think suits me best" you said, already feeling giddy inside
"the one on the left, the modest one. I think it would look marvelous on you" he said oh so sweetly while kissing your hand but you on the other hand was already starting to feel downfallen
"what about the one on the right?" you inquired suddenly feeling disheartened, and you don't even know why
"it's pretty as well, but i don't think you'd be comfortable in that" barbs reasoned out
"why would you assume that" you said, losing the smile on your face. You also don't know why you are getting upset and angry when all he did was being considerate
"MC, why are you getting upset?" he asked worriedly cupping your hand
Setting aside how he was just being considerate, you got mad knowing that he didn't pick the dress you liked, it's unreasonable yes, you know that too but in your part it's just upsetting, especially since asmo was doing every pep talk to boost your confidence and convince you to live a little.
You didn't realize how you have become silent and that barbs was peeking at you worriedly, but you still had the audacity to yank his hand away.
Remembering what asmo said on the last part of that ridiculous bet, you spoke of it carelessly.
"let's just cancel the wedding" you muttered silently, looking down on the floor
"what"
"i said let's can-"
"I'm not asking you to repeat it MC, I'm asking if what do you mean by that" barbs said while seething, you on the other hand was still mulling about your unreasonable anger not noticing how dark the room has become and that Barbs horn was out
"look at me" he took ahold of your jaw and forced you to look at him
Finally out of your trance, you saw how he was seething with anger and you try to speak up, but he clenched your jaw harder
"don't speak, i don't want another word coming out of that mouth." blinded by rage he spoke oh so threateningly " Listen carefully MC, you and i are to be wed tomorrow morning, and that will happen, cause i will personally make it happen"
You were shocked by this tone of his, yes, in the past, he has also shown you his obssessive traits but not this serious. You tried to break out from his hold and try to straighten things out but the demon refused to let you utter even a single sound, opting him to use magic of you not being able to speak or even open your mouth.
"the only word that's coming out of your mouth is I DO" barbs firmly stated while chaining your ankle to the bed.
Barbs immediately left, planning to finish every preparation for tomorrow. Walking away saying " if the reason why you don't want to marry me is because of that god damn dress, then rest assured you won't be wearing any"
Terrified by all this, you coud only cry in silence with no sound heard. You were bawling your eyes out until the break of dawn, and suddenly realising how you weren't alone in the room
"awee, look at you, how pitiful"
You could only continue to bawl your eyes out since you can't even make a sound. But that soon ended when asmodeus took the magic off making you talk again
"asmo pleaseeee, get me out of here" you said completely begging
"and what do i get, if i do that" asmodeus sneered, staring at you like something dirty
"what are you-" you stammered, trying to make out of the situation
" oh MC, how clueless of you and how heartless" he glared, gripping your jaw hard
"You knew how much i loved you, i was there for you first but you chose him. You even had the audacity to make me pick the dress you're going to wear when you guys finally become one"
"let go, it hurts" you said with tears falling down from your eyes
"I don't ever plan on letting you go though. Look at you now, you're here chained to bed with eyes as puffy as a cloud, all because you chose him, if you had chosen me-"
"SHUT UPP" you shouted "both of you are the same, you justify your violence as love and that's just sadism and i don't want to be part of that sick twisted world of yours"
He slapped you HARD. You felt your ears ringing, and your vision was spinning. The only thing you can make out is asmo desperately trying to get close to you as if you are injured.
which you are. Due to the slap, you hit your head on the pointy edge of the headboard, and that you're bleeding from your head.
Despite his attempts to stop the bleeding, it was useless, you died.
The sun has risen and the thing that welcomed barbatos was your dead body along with asmodeus who killed himself after you.
Filled with rage, he burned the devil of lusts remains and started a war with the archdevils of hell right after marrying your dead body in the dress you liked.
THE END
A/N: yes it is dark period.
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Lookn' Sexy
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Five Hargreeves x Black!GN!Reader
Okay so below is my five x reader that I'm obviously not going to finish as I mentioned earlier. So obviously y'all voted yes to post what I have and y'all can finish it however you wish. But only if you credit me. This might be the only time I'm going to do this so please don't take advantage of this opportunity to steal any of my future works and continue them and stating that they are yours okay. As I mentioned below is my unfinished five x black reader, please do this fic justice, and I'll trust y'all to credit me, I'll repost anyone who finished this for me. I know you will do this fic good, alright good luck everyone!😘
Reader is gender-neutral, reader has locs, reader is mentally older (like 78) than Five yet is physically the same age(17), reader's powers are somewhat like a power connector or charger, just reader and Five wearing matching suits, established relationship, and slightly suggestive dialogue.
"Okay, this seems like a normal question but, How old is your lover?"
An annoyed sigh leaves Five's mouth as he looks at Lila, just the anger from the ruined briefcases increases just a tick at every inconvenience. This one being Lila's annoying voice.
"Why does it concern you," he asks with a sarcastic smirk, green eyes sparkling with irritation.
Wanting to tease him further, Lila replies with an equally sarcastic tone.
"Oh, there's no reason," she shrugs. "Just hoping that your old man mind wasn't having thoughts a pedo would have."
"Now why wou-"
His statement is interrupted by you coming into the electrical room in a corresponding yet matching white suit like Five's, just paired with a black turtle neck, black dress boots, and a thin gold chain with a ring, your wedding ring, in the middle.
Let's just say that you look rich and hot, like someone's actually attractive sugar daddy, Five's thoughts not mine.
You look from Lila and Five, you can still sense the tension of an argument as you were about to open the door.
"Did I interrupt something," you ask them.
You can see the warning look that Five gives Lila, the look only broadens her cheshire grin, she looks at you, eyes sprinkled with mischief.
"Oh, it's noth-"
"Oh, well I was just wandering, You know just a random thought," you nod at her, urging her to continue.
"How old are you, mentally of course," she adds.
Slightly taken back by the question, but not surprised. With a slightly suspicious look, you answer her question.
"I am mentally 78, last time I checked. Why?"
Instead of answering, Lila just laughs while Five's face flushes in anger, irritation, and embarrassment.
"Oh my god, I didn't know you were into cougars," she shrieks with laughter.
You laugh a little at the whole situation. Yes, people especially his siblings have asked this question time and time before, it mainly was Luther and Diego. Luther, of course, had to keep asking because of his shock, but the mention of his and Allision's whole incest love thing he had shut his mouth. Then Diego, well it was never really brought up unless it was a petty argument between him and Five.
"Okay, okay. We had our little giggle fest. Now can we please get to the situation at hand?" Five yells face still burning red.
You walk towards Five, kissing his forehead and muttering a small sorry love. His face flushes even more, if possible. Lila's laughter has lowered to small giggles but her attention is on the elephant in the room.
"All right then, what exactly are we supposed to do eh?" She nods towards the case. "It's fried," she continues.
"Well, I'm guessing Five was," you grab the charger cables connected to the briefcase. "What? A hotwire of some sort," you add, dropping the cables.
"Well, actually yes I was," he nods towards you. "Since my jumps are similar to the power of the briefcase," he starts.
"-Then it would recharge," You and Lila add.
"Well then what are you waiting for? Get to charging." You order.
"But I had already tried that," he murmurs.
"Yeah, and now his jump time has shrunk," Lila adds holding her fingers up in a pinching motion.
"So why didn't you copy his ability and you both charge it?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.
They seem to haven't even thought about that. Like these guys were one of the Commission's best, besides you of course, their IQs were one of the highest you've known.
So their brain cells were somewhere in Lala land. They look at the floor with heated faces, embarrassed at your claim, once again being outsmarted by you. Shaking off her embarrassment Lila stands up straighter and walks towards Five.
"Well, then. As much as you and I will hate this, I think your lover is suggesting that we hold hands for this to work." Lilia states as she holds out her hand.
Five's face is nothing but disgust as his eyes dart from her hand to you then back again.
"Excuse me?" He asks, shock evident in his tone.
"You heard me, you little shit. Now hold my hand," she urges her hand towards him. "The sooner we do this the sooner we can forget this."
She wasn't wrong in that sense but that does not make him cave. Instead, he rakes his brain for alternatives, wearing gloves wasn't going to do anything but melt the gloves, chopping off his hand, kind of dramatic and he'll be down a hand so no, using you as a jumper cable, na-wait. A slight smirk crawls onto his face, he looks at you, eyes holding nothing but smugness.
"But what if, and this is hypothetically speaking, there was a certain someone," he receives a pointed stare from you. "Who just oh I don't, " he links his hand together. "-link me and Lila's jumps together all while powering them up to ensure an efficient jump to our destination. And or possibly recharge the briefcase"
The smug smile on his face not only pisses you off because he's right, curse him and his big brain, but you love his big brain. Yet he's so adamant about not touching hands with Lila just for them to power up the briefcase. That they both need. With a sigh of frustration, you squeeze yourself in between the two while gripping their hands.
"You're lucky I'm bored and in dire need of an adventure," you say snark not hidden in the slightest.
"Well alrighty, then pipsqueaks hold on tight and give me everything you got."
[Ngl describing this scene is kind of difficult so if you want a visual it's best if you watch that scene and just imagine yourself between them, with your body mostly your hands pulsing with light So we're just gonna skip to where Five is in the switchboard room]
Looking around the now gray, snowed in a destroyed switchboard room. Chairs were knocked over, computer screens shattered, ceiling caving in, wires torn and sparking. The air smelled stale, and strangely of electrical tape, it's not a terrible smell, it won't kill you. With hands in your front pockets, you walk towards the only completely attached switchboard, you see your reflection on the mirrored screen.
"This place is completely in ruins Five," you mention as you look around the room again.
"I never knew that this place could be touched by anything," Five states as spins around the room.
"Especially a place in its own space in time," you mutter flicking the switches, hoping for a spark.
Five only hums, leaning down next to you, he smacks your hands away from the switchboard, flicks the right switches, and turns the knobs in a specific order. Letting the only non-shattered computer screen spark to life, showing Herb on screen.
Both of you look squint at the screen faces slightly squished together, to be honest, you weren't paying attention to what the small man on the screen said, you were looking behind him watching the office crumble and shatter. Just as soon as it started the screen blinked black, the smell of electrical tape and smoke flooding your nose, making you move away from the small screen.
"Oh poor Herb," you murmured. You had known Herb for a long time, he was an odd little guy, yeah but he and Dot were the sweetest people, that's rare in the life of the Commission. They were your friends before Five had blinked into your life, even after you and Five stared dating they were still your dearest friends.
"I guess this place wasn't entirely untouchable," Five sighs.
A beat of silence passes through before Five could continue.
"I'm sorry meraviglia," he grabs your hand in his own. "I knew how much he meant to you."
You squeeze his hand, thank you.
"Yeah but that's not important right now," there's a slight quiver in your voice. "What's important is that we find out what exactly is causing this to happen."
"I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now"
At Lila's mutter, you quickly let Five"s hand go.
"It's not like you can't," you mutter.
Not that you were embarrassed by your and Five's relationship when it came to Lila, of course not. You just need to focus on the task at hand even if that means you need to space yourself from Five for a bit.
"This is bigger than the timeline, Lilia," he starts. "What could be bigger than the timeline?"
"The fuckin' universe,"
"The missing dogs, people," you note. "The lobsters."
"It's the opposite of the big bang," Lila remarks.
"Instead of the universe expanding" you start.
"It's now collapsing in on itself," finishes Five.
"Like a prolapsing rectum."
Your snort breaks the small silence.
"A weird analogy but yeah," Five mumbles.
"Well here," Lila hands Five a book. "This might give us some answers."
"The Master Handbook," Five and you whisper as Five snatches the book from Lila's hands.
"The one and only," you can hear the smile in her voice.
Five flips through the pages, looking for something specific. Yet coming up short, until you grab his hand.
"Wait," you tap your finger on the page. "This, this is it," Grandfather Paradox, is written in bold at the top of the page.
"Ah, here we are," he nods at you. "Thank you, darling, okay protocol," he reads off the page.
"In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox," Five starts.
"-the Founder and any essential personnel should-," you continue.
"-be immediately reprimanded to the operations bunker," Lila finishes.
"The Founder," Five repeats.
"What founder," Lilia questioned as she looks at the book. "Ah ah take a look at this," she points to the bottom of the badge.
"And if the Founder cannot be found then please seek the Eye for help," you read off what she point to.
"Okay the Founder, the Eye," Lila complains. "Who are these people," she questions.
"I don't know," Five murmurs.
"Okay, well we need to find that bunker," you state.
"ASAP," your friends say simultaneously. Five closes the book and walks out the door you and Lila hot on his heels.
"Jinx," she begins. "A-B-C-1-2-3, personal padlock," she teases.
"Can you not-"
"You can't speak," Lila interrupts his sentence.
"All right," he sighs your snort following afterward.
Five leads your trio to the bunker, the floor is littered with broken lights, insulation, and more. The place reeks of moldy water, electricity, and tape. There are holes, where the ceiling has been ripped open or fallen in, and snow is falling through these holes. Onto the hair of you and your company, it's beautiful in a sense, the now greyscale room covered in a layer of a mixture of fallen ash and snow.
You take a glance at Five, and you're awestruck at the beauty of your lover. Wrong time, you know but you couldn't help it. With the snow and ash falling into his raven black hair, nose and ears slightly red from the cold air, the outside light making his green eyes seem blue.
Yeah, your man was gorgeous and you tell him that every day, and each time it brings a bit of blush to the top of his ears.
"Face it Five-,"
You didn't notice that Five and Lila were having their own conversation
"-apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping," there's snark in her tone.
Five lets out an irritable sigh.
"I don't know why people keep saying that," annoyance is present. "I don't actually like chaos."
You can see Five's pace slow down, the solemn feeling of the conversation weighing on his mind.
"I don't want disorder," you can hear his voice get lower. "I-I want retirement."
He takes a long glance at you.
"I want retirement with the love of my life."
Your eyes water a bit at the claim. Five is not a very sentimental man, at least not in ways where it's visible to others. He had trouble showing his empathy, so usually, it comes in form of insults and snark filled compliments.
Only a stranger would say that he was a heartless boy, but only the ones he let close could tell that Five would do anything for the ones he loves. Sometimes you wish his family would understand that.
"A normal life of groceries and taxes?" Lila snorts. "You, you, and your lover would simply die of boredom."
"Yeah, well, you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either, Lila," you snark as you sped past her.
" 'Course I'm bloody not," you hear a bit away.
"Thank god," Five yells back, by now you're next to Five hands linked together.
"I mean," you hear Lila's footsteps quicken from behind you. "maybe it's a tone thing."
"I don't know but," Lila walks in front of the two of you. "You could really work on the way your speak ya' know."
You notice that Five is severely sweating, you look at the back of his neck to see red marks on his neck. He's been scratching.
Oh shit
You pull Five back a little bit, eyes a bit frantic.
"Now are you gonna tell me why the hell you're sweating like hell," you whisper furiously. "Or you're scratching like you've been rubbed with some fuckin' poison ivy!"
"It's n-"
"And don't give me that it's nothing bullshit," you point a finger in his face. "Are you experiencing paradox psychosis?"
A fart from Five answers your question.
"Fuckin' hell Five," you sigh.
"Hey, at least I haven't the Homicidal rage step," he whispers back as he stretches his neck again.
"In a way you're right but you've passed 4 fucking steps already!"
Five ignores you as a small smile crosses his face.
"Why are you smiling you little pisspot," you hear Lila asks.
"It better be because you're getting over your psychosis," you growled.
"Close," his eyes glance above your heads.
Following his sight, see the rectal scanner of the what you can infer is the door of the operational bunker.
"Well, I'll be damned," you place your hand on the round door. Yet you quickly take your hand pack as you feel a strike of energy prick your hand.
"Well, this is what we came for," Lila strides up to the door. " 'm guessing sense I found the book, that I should open the door."
A beaming red light scans her right eye, and it doesn't take long before a robotic voice speaks.
ACCESS: DENIED, NOT IMPORTANT PERSONNEL
A scoff leaves the woman's lips, a bit appalled. She quickly backs up and pushes your body forward.
"Okay, the most tolerable one goes first." Lila mutters, "who knows, you might be important personnel."
With some hesitation, you take a step closer to the door. You flinch as the red light scans your eye. The robotic voice speaks once again.
ACCESS GRANTED: NEED THE SECOND PART TO OPEN.
"Second part," you muttered confused as you backed away from the door.
"Well go on little shit," Lila should shives Five forward. "You're next."
Five rolls his eyes as he stiffly stands in front of the door. He doesn't flush as the red light scans his eye.
ACCESS GRANTED: SECOND PART ACCEPTED.
The door opens with a hiss, revealing a bright white and light blue room.
"Of course you're both important personnel," Lila says bitterly.
Five walks in the room first, his tense posture relaxing slightly. You enter after, walking ahead of him, scanning the room. Lila enters quickly after you stopping near a table with magazines and a red and white chair.
On the table stood a vase and in that vase stood some Phaius Orchids. You're favorite. They looked relatively fresh as if they were stuck in time.
You choose to walk further into the room. Your head swiveling to every corner of the room, locs in your high ponytail swishing with each turn. You can feel your eyebrow twitch as your eyes practically spot nothing wrong.
Not a single thing is out of place. There's not even a spec of dust anywhere.
Well besides the room itself.
"What's so important about this room is that it needed two rental scans to open," you mutter as you stuff your hands into your pockets.
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kasagia · 1 year ago
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hi, my dear! i just read losing your memory part 1 & 2 and when i tell you! i‘m in love! your writing is immaculate and sooo good, i‘m literally on my way now to read your other work as well!! i hope you have a great time :)
AAAA! Thank you very much! You don't even know how much motivation it gives me to write! (Especially when a lot of strange and different things have been happening in my life lately.) 🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵
I'm soooo glad you like it! (And that you're interested in more.) 😅🙈
Also, thank you so much, dear two anonymous! 🩵🩵🖤🖤
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And since you asked, I'll give you a little insight into what will happen in 'part three'. Which I'll get to soon, but I have to finish writing 'District boy' first. (Maybe I'll post tomorrow if all goes well. But I'm a little scared because my imagination has gone crazy and I don't know if it's good or bad.) 🙈🙈
Thank you! 🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤🩵🖤
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A fragment from [LYM 'universum'] "Marry me (unless you don't want to)" - which is comming soon...
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"Hope dies last. If I were them, I would rather die fighting for my rights as a free human being than in the arena for the joy of sick people like Dr. Gaul and…" you stop, biting your tongue at the last moment. However, this does not go unnoticed by him.
"And who? C'mon. Finish." He asks angrily, looking at you defiantly. You clench your fists and look away from him, staring at the window overlooking the centre of the Capitol.
"Get out of my office." You say it in a tone devoid of any emotion, even though you're internally shaking hysterically.
This wasn't supposed to look like this. You had the whole plan ready, but of course Coriolanus wouldn't be himself if he didn't do something you didn't even think he could do.
"As you wish, Madam President. Don't forget about your wedding dress fitting with Tigris. Unless you don't want to marry a psychopath like me."
"Coryo..." he slams the door loudly behind him, leaving you alone in your office.
You shiver, rubbing your arms with your hands. You sit back at your desk and try to go back to the documents and reports you were looking through before he stormed into your office. You take the pen in your hand, but refrain from taking any further notes or comments. Your engagement ring is gleaming in the lamplight, mockingly reminding you that this man should be your support, not your opponent.
You've never felt so cold, empty, and alien there as you do now. And you involuntarily wonder if your marriage with Coryo will be like this forever. The eternal fight over who is right and who among you cares more about Panem...
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unhingedoveractivemuse · 3 months ago
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A Blessing
Tags: Bobby Nash & Evan "Buck" Buckley. Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash Acting as Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parental Figure
Notes: Flufftober #22 Heirloom
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Bobby Nash knows that no matter what universe he resides in, he will always love his family, welcoming them with open arms whenever they need him knowing they'll do the same in return. 
It does not mean he isn't filled with worry every time one of his family shows up on his doorstep unannounced. 
Especially when it's Buck. 
It also doesn't help that Buck exudes anxious energy, practically vibrating out of his skin. 
“I want to ask Eddie to marry me,” the younger man says when they finally sit down and Bobby gently asks what's wrong. 
Bobby isn't surprised. At least not about Buck wanting to ask Eddie for his hand in marriage because he's seen Buck glancing at Eddie's hand a lot and not-so-subtle browsing wedding pictures recently. 
He is also surprised, though, which is a pretty uncommon feeling when it comes to Buck and Eddie. The only time he was truly surprised by anything that has to do with them is when Eddie first joined the 118. One, he hadn't expected Buck to be so hostile. Two, while he scouted Eddie to be partners with Buck and knew they'd complement each other, he didn't expect them to get along so well to the point that everyone knew it was only a matter of time before they grew into something more.
It's one of those moments when he was reminded that, as is with everything, God always has a plan.
It took a while between repression and their needing to realize the part of themselves that loves each other exists, but when Buck and Eddie finally got their act together and saw what was right in front of them, they've been so, so happy. He honestly can't say if he's seen them happier than when they've been together.
So, he is surprised Buck came in such a panic. 
There's only one reason he can think of. 
“He'll say yes,” Bobby reassures. 
He's seen these two grow as best friends and as individuals. Buck has become calmer and more settled thanks in no small part to Eddie, and Eddie has been more relaxed and more willing to lean on others because of Buck. He’s seen them with different partners - all nowhere near compatible with them (not that Bobby ever told them that directly) than they are with each other - until they were ready to come together to be something more, and he can say for sure he's never seen Eddie look at anyone with so much love other than Buck. 
There's no doubt in his mind how unshakable Buck's place in Eddie's life is.
Eddie will say yes. 
(He ignores the part of him that says “Or else.”)
“But what if he doesn't want marriage? What if he only says yes because he feels obligated to? I mean, after what happened to his last one, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't want to get married again and I can't force it on him… and I can't exactly ask without giving it away.”
He's a good kid, he thinks for the nth time since he's met Buck. Even in the face of not having what he wants, he will always think of others first. 
Bobby is glad nothing that's happened in the past couple of years has changed that, and it makes him feel all the more confident about the decision he's made.  
“I have something for you, Buck. Sit tight, alright?”
He returns minutes later, sliding a little velvet drawstring bag across the table to Buck, who looks very curious about it but doesn't move. 
“It's for you, kid,” Bobby clarifies. “It might need resizing but it's yours to use if you want.”
Blue eyes widen at the implication, and Buck reaches out towards the bag, opening it cautiously before his mouth falls open. 
“You're giving me a ring?!”
“Yes. It's tradition to pass it down when your son is ready to propose, so, just like my mom gave it to me and my grandmother gave it to my dad, I'm giving it to you.”
He honestly doesn't know in which generation the ring originated from, but he knows the tradition of passing it on from mother to son when he's ready to start another chapter in his life has been going on for at least four generations. His brother should have gotten it as the older one but Charlie didn't want it, so his mom had given it to him when he was ready to propose to Marcy. 
He had asked her how she had known he was planning on proposing, and all she said was “I just knew. And I'm sure Marcy will know one day, too, when your future children are ready.”
Bobby might not be Marcy and Buck might not be Robert Jr. but he knew. 
Buck looks teary-eyed but manages to stutter out, “I-I… Bobby, I can't. T-that means this w-was Marcy's. And even…what about Harry or May?”
He had thought for a long time about whether he wanted to do this. The ring was one of the only things he had left of Marcy, saved from the deadly fire that had taken his family from him by chance of being at the jeweler for annual maintenance. Naturally, he had kept it but never thought he would continue the family tradition. 
Until Buck came into his life and wiggled his way into his heart, making a home for himself next to where Robert Jr. and Brook still live. 
The question was if he was willing to give up the little he still had of Marcy. 
But when he brought it up to Athena, she had given him a look and said, “I think you know what you want to do.”
“Marcy would give her blessing,” he tells the man that he sees as his own kid. “And Harry and May won't mind.”
“Y-you're sure? They won't get mad?”
“You know what May told me once?”
Buck shakes his head. 
“She said that Athena brought two kids into the marriage and I brought one. You're her brother, and I'm sure Harry feels the same.”
He watches as Buck swallows, taking out the ring and staring at it. “Is this your way of giving me your blessing and saying it'll go well?”
“You're ready, kid. You both are.”
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Two weeks later, when Buck turns up unannounced at the door again, this time with Eddie adorning the engagement ring that Bobby gave Buck, worry floods him again especially seeing the nerves on Buck's face.
But the soft smile on Eddie's face should have assured him it wasn't anything terrible. 
In fact, it's…
“Will you walk me down the aisle?”
…it's a blessing.
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majaloveschris · 10 months ago
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That's what my makes my brain still refuse to abandon ship fully, knowing how much Chris has always valued privacy and HAD privacy pre NYC pap sprint. We didn't have "sources" running to magazines with information only Chris could tell them. If it did, it was rare and nothing as personal as we've gotten. Today's new "source" just adds to that.
I can not imagine knowing of Chris pre SS being OK with someone he shared his "anxiety over becoming a parent" and his super secret private engagement (that he didn't even let his wife to be where her ring in private and on her bachlorette) and his super secret private kinda first wedding ceremony just being handed over with details from fellow celebrities to magazines 12 hours post.
These "sources" - the way they are laying the foundation and with what information - are not people who know Chris on the surface. Or his barber or his Amazon delivery driver or his doctor. These "sources" get told information that Chris trusts them to keep private with. And they don't? And he's OK with that? Justin's dad's post? He's OK with everything? And we're expected to believe Chris has kept thos "close source" around still to have a privacy invasion breach AGAIN in March of 2024 about a subject only his mother, his sisters, his brother in laws, his best best friends would know? No-way.
It's why I'm stuck. 🤣
Yeah, I agree with you. This whole source thing is so weird. Yeah, there were always things coming out about him, but I don't remember this many and this private.    I doubt it would be somebody from his side, because why would they do that? I know I repeat myself, but even DM herself confirmed that she rarely gets anything about Chris because his side is really closed off. I doubt they would start it now.    I also doubt it would be someone from her side, because if this is real, again, why would they do that? Being an anonymous source doesn't give anybody attention since nobody knows who it was. And why wouldn't they try to protect them and their relationship and respect their wishes to be private? Not like they like a private couple with those Instagram stories and pap walks.    And, as you said, why would he be okay with everything? If he wants to keep things private, why would he be okay with people constantly spilling the tea at different outlets?    Chris was always a private person, especially when it came to his relationships. Maybe if you could see that huge love they are trying to sell, I'd get it, but I don't.   The sources are obviously their teams. But why would they want to force down their relationship people's throats if it were real? One of the reasons why I think this is PR is because of this. 
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callsign-rogueone · 7 months ago
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The answers just gave me more thoughts indeed
✨️my apologies✨️
But I just imagine Violet finding out they're married and just go " YOU'RE WHAT" and Bodhi being all smug like "yeah that's my wife right there" also Dain finding out? Why Dain👀
Also Bodhi- WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE- Durran died dead. I just imagine after the war him realizing they didn't have a proper wedding and going up to Darling with a ring proposing the right way and Darling being like " Bodhi we're already married" and him just answering "I know but I want you to have a proper wedding and I wanna see you in a white dress" and just AAAAAA I love them so much. Also after they go back to riorson house maybe Darling is not always in leathers and slowly bringing back her dresses and bodhi staring like 😍. They're just so UGH. Like they just give off so much mom and dad vibes that could also kick anyone's ass if provoked.
That's it, thank u🎀
I knew that would raise more questions hehe. here’s more answers, because I can’t keep a surprise to save my life (I buy someone a birthday present in advance and then I want to tell them asap because I’m so excited about it. the same goes for my writing… I get an idea and I need to share it immediately.)
Violet will be finding out in the next Bo and Darling chapter, whenever that will be. (I think I’m gonna go back and forth with their timeline a little bit? idk. It’s already all over the place, sooo…) Bo won’t be there at the time but if he was he’d definitely be smug about it. He’s a “wife guy” 100%. Just wait until their fifth anniversary (sometime in May of the Fourth Wing year)… that’s going to be such a fun, fluffy (and possibly sexy) chapter.
“Why Dain” is a fantastic question that I will not be answering at this time. but it involves Love, of course.
the “where tf is my wife” is going to be so. good. we finally get to see our sweet boy snap a little bit… and then take the most gentle care of his lady after. cuddles and just so much softness and love.
yes absolutely Bo does want a real wedding with a ring and vows and cake and fancy clothes!! he’s such a romantic. but darling is very practical and wants the war to be over / Tyrrendor to be freed first. but they’re definitely getting a real wedding in my Happily Ever After AU! and then three sweet little babies, because Bodhi can’t keep his hands off his woman 😅💗
and yes!!! some of the girls are definitely going to be getting back into their “civilian clothes” and any color other than black when they get to Riorson house, darling included. all the boys love the leather, but some of them are really gonna like the dresses. especially the more traditional of the bunch (Bodhi, Dain, and Sawyer 👀)
“they just give off so much mom and dad vibes that could also kick anyone's ass if provoked.” that’s the vibe I’m going for! she’s a mama bear to all the marked ones, and when she gets promoted to wingleader, heaven help anybody who messes with her cadets…
okay I have to cut myself off here again. and like, actually write these things instead of just yapping about them. sigh.
also… do you want to be “🎀 anon” or something like that? 👉👈 I love all of you guys and I want to build relationships with my frequent readers, even if it’s on anonymous 🥺
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gaiuskamilah · 1 month ago
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hands up! this is a niaerin robbery
gimme all you got on them or i will go nuts with next to no context
xo,
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LMAOOOO i'll share it willingly <3 anything to talk about the ship that's been eating my mind.. added a read more bc it got long
also: i know i mentioned f/f niaerin in my wishlist, which is totally cool as well, just add an extra layer of patriarchy and queerphobia to it honestly because that's what gets me thinking about f/f niaerin. but also f/m is fine as well, i love questionable het ships so much.
idea that's been in my mind recently: the dreadlord specifically picked nia to be his new host. most likely, before the events of book 1, the dreadlord already knew about nia and watched her grow up (through the onyx shard in the temple, similar to how he spoke to aerin through it). going from that, i like to think that aerin already knew of nia before they even officially met in the deadwood. the dreadlord showed her to him through his dreams, so aerin was familiar, he just didn't show it. i like to interpret the events of b1 in part because of aerin's machinations (he admitted to intentionally spreading shadow throughout the realms because he accompanied baldur), that he orchestrated a lot of things in b1/spreading shadow with the aim of getting to nia.
related idea: reimagining some book 1 mc/aerin scenes as niaerin. the deadwood scene i especially think about a lot. them talking to each other by the lake while aerin KNOWS this is the person he's going to give up to the dreadlord. how does he rationalize it? how does feel about it? then him giving nia his ring, almost like a perfect fairy tale prince, only for their moment at the (shadow) altar not actually being a wedding but a sacrifice (but really, what's the difference between a bride and a lamb for slaughter at the altar - where throughout b1 nia has been called a lamb twice?).
on aerin rationalizing nia's possession - in b2, nia says that when aerin did that to her, it was almost as if he was conflicted and "had to pretend I wasn't a person." he's conflicted and that's interesting to me. also, yes he killed his abuser, but that killing of baldur was also in part to continue his plan which would eventually harm nia. something of something, cycle of violence, etc.... i really dislike it when people just write aerin killing baldur as "yass killing his abuser" when the thing he did right after that was abduct nia and have the dreadlord possess her.
on nia: in b2 she is funnily enough the one who seems to want everyone to be nice to aerin, but this is in part for selfish reasons, which i absolutely LOVE. i love nia being kind of selfish in her own way. she's been struggling with keeping the shadow away because it's "wrong", and she's struggling so much but looks and sees aerin without shadow - literally, what the fuck? and that is in part why she wants to keep him around, because she wants to "fix" herself. but she also says she "won't be treated that way again." i love b2 nia with how much more assertive she is compared to where she started in b1.
hypothetical b2 niaerin is very interesting to me, because aerin (while very snarky) is also ashamed of what he did, and he's also powerless compared to the rest of them and especially compared to nia (who the dreadlord wanted because she was powerful in the first place!). and nia wants to try to forgive him, but she's still scorned by him and wary of him and can't just yet, but also wants him near because she wants to know what he did with the shadow and he banished it. situations with this would be fun- do they actually get to talk about it (they don't in canon, but it would be nice if they did), him being the only person she TRIES to trust with this secret apart from mc? what's his reaction to seeing shadow!nia? how does shadow!nia treat him? does he try to warn her of what shadow will do to her, how it shouldn't be used so much, and will she snap back at him? fun stuff!
b3 has many good niaerin moments but i don't want to spoil too much, but it is basically what you would expect aerin is very apologetic for what he did to nia, nia still doesn't want him to suffer but also can't quite forgive him just yet. there's one narration of him rushing to help her and it makes my heart go <33 i do love aerin feeling ashamed and apologetic to nia for everything and nia having complicated feelings about it and aerin doing everything he can to make it up to her. dude who always thought he was going to hell x priestess who's got the most complicated relationship with her religion and her followers. compels me. it's a weird relationship, they do love each other but it's complicated because of everything that's happened between them. he will be snarky at everyone except her. b2 and b3 aerin will attack people for her. nia has mixed feelings about this but also somehow enjoys it. lol
i also believe in gentle domme nia x masochist sub aerin truthing ❤️ if that is important. GDJGKFDGJFKHJFKH
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Hell or High Water
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"Captain Price," Laswell said as she met Price in a local shop in his hometown, stating it was serious business that she needed to discuss with him. "Thank you for meeting me. I'm sorry to be bringing you here before Thanksgiving-"
"No need to apologize, Laswell, you're the one a long way from home." 
"Tea?" 
"I'm a long way from a proper pint," He replied, sighing as his aching body sat in the chair across from her, watching her toy with her wedding ring. "What can I do for you?" 
"I did some digging. I think we have a big problem on our hands, Captain." 
"Bigger than the missile crisis?" 
"Yes," She sighed. Price could tell she was nervous about what she was about to say judging by her jagged breathing and the slight twitch in her eye. "I'm afraid this is about to be a war against our own." 
"You're scaring me, Laswell," Price said, leaning forward on the table in hopes of catching eye contact. "Tell me."
"I did some digging - I uncovered redacted intel regarding a black bag operation conducted by General Shepherd and carried out by Shadow Company. They were transacting American-made ballistic missiles to our allies fighting Russians in the middle east a couple of months ago. The mission didn't go as planned. Reconnaissance led by Graves said that the route was clear of enemy activity, but his reports were wrong. The shipment was spotted before it arrived at its destination. The Russian PMCs executed his entire team in an ambush and got a hold of Shadow's comms. They learned Shepherd was behind it and Russia gave the missiles to Hassan. Shepherd's intentions were good, but the shipments were illegal and off the books. He and Graves buried it. The cover-up is always worse than the crime. We were getting too close by sending Kiera to clarify her reconnaissance and they are not going to let that happen."
"How does Shepherd know why Dutton went in the first place?" Price questioned. 
"Because he did some digging on his own behind my authority. If he tells Graves, he is going to have him try to eliminate her unless she gives them intel." 
"My team won't let that happen." 
"I don't doubt your intentions, John, but I know that if she's who they want, she can confirm and I can have both Graves and Shepherd detained and this entire mission is back to where it belongs, and we can get back on track with finding the missiles." 
Price sighed, "Are you going to make the call?" 
"Yes. I will when I get back to the States."
"I'll get my team regrouped. Gaz and I will make our way to Las Almas. We meet with Colonel Vargas and compose a plan."
Laswell nodded, "Thank you, John. Please, keep Kiera on a tight hold. She's valuable information." 
"Let's mention a valuable being, yeah?" 
"Agreed." 
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I sat next to her at her parent's massive dinner table, keeping a subtle eye on her out of my peripheral vision. She didn't tell me what Laswell spoke to her about over the phone, and I knew better than to ask, but by what I could see, she was anxious. She barely touched her plate of food, and we'd been at dinner for a good hour now. Her leg shook anxiously under the table, but it didn't stop me from sneaking my hand under to rest my palm against her knee in hopes of soothing her anxiety. I didn't keep it there for long, though, as the last thing I wanted was for her father to take notice and say something about it. He was intimidating for an old man, and I definitely didn't want to earn myself on his bad side, especially when I wanted to pursue a relationship with his daughter. 
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Her mother, Eva, asked from across the table, patting her lips with a napkin and looking at Kiera with a worried expression. Her mom was adorable - bright blue eyes and short hair that came down to her shoulders with the sweetest southern accent I had ever heard, which made sense considering Eva told me that she was born and raised in West Virginia, met Bud at a train station while on her vacation to Wyoming, and ended up not coming home because they ran away together, getting married three months after they had met. It was a typical love story if I had to admit, but I could tell that their bond was as strong as the bond I had with my teammates. 
Kiera forced a nod, "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking." 
Her father looked at her with stern eyes, studying her expression. By what I could see, it was unfortunate that he had recognized Kiera's expression to be something that was a regular occurrence. "Do you need a word, honey?"
She looked down at her lap before looking up at the ceiling and releasing a breath, "Yes." 
"Let's go." He nodded his head towards the door, wiping his mouth with a napkin before folding it next to his plate, excusing himself from the table as he followed her through the house. 
"She gets like that..." Her older brother, Dennis, chimed in, his mouth full of food and seeming to shrug off his sister's anxiety as if it was normal. 
Eva scoffed, "Why do you always say it like it's normal, Dennis? I'm sorry for him, Simon. She has hard moments after she comes home." 
"I understand. I'm the same way sometimes, unfortunately. Though she seems to have a lot on her shoulders." 
"She's always been one to pile too much on herself," Dennis continued. "But this is the least of it. She's not as... violent as she usually is. Think it's because of you." 
"I'm afraid Dennis is right. She's still figuring out how to balance a home life with work. I just hate that she does this, but she is her father's daughter-"
"Just like him," Dennis snickered. "She's more of a man than me." 
Yeah, seems like it by what I can tell... 
"I was surprised when I saw a different side of her when we landed." I admitted. 
"What is she like when she's... you know...?" Dennis arched his brow in curiosity, sitting back in his chair. 
"Her first day, she slung my partner around like he was a ragdoll because he disrespected her if that answers your question." 
"She's just like her father," Eva sighed. "Bud never gave any man a chance to say something wrong to him for a second time. Kiera's always been his little princess. She learned to do things at a younger age than Dennis."
"Because I don't want anything to do with it, mom." 
"Mhm, you've switched your saddle for a tie, and that's fine, just make sure you can be a man in a tie that people can trust." 
"I know better not to." 
"Good boy. Finish up your food before it gets cold." 
"You weren't telling Kiera that." 
"Because she has a special guest. Can't embarrass her by nagging!" Eva giggled, patting Dennis' shoulder. 
"So, are you like her new boyfriend or something?" 
I wanted to say yes so bad, but I had to keep things quiet between us, even if I was oblivious to the fact that I blushed when Dennis asked me that question.       
"No. She offered me a stay since we're on duty together and I don't have a family of my own to holiday with."
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"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Her father asked her, easing himself into the rocking chair on the front porch. "Is it this man you brought home?" 
"No," She shook her head, taking a long drag from her vape pen, blowing the smoke from her lungs and into the night air. "I just got a fucking call." 
"Jesus Christ, Kiera," Her father scoffed. "Sweetheart, I love our man-to-man talks, but we need to set some goddamn boundaries here." 
"Sorry," She shook her head, remembering that her father hated it when she swore like a sailor. "I just got a call from my supervisor."
"What happened?" 
"I have to go back. I'm wheels-up Monday morning." 
Bud's heart sank, a frown plastering on his wrinkled face, "Was the mission failed?" 
"No, dad. I think I've compromised myself. I messed up."
"You don't mess up, Kiera. What's eating at you?" 
"We have a suspicion that a leader on U.S. soil is planning to betray the team I was sent to help in Mexico. He knows I'm a threat and it's possible he already knows I'm too close, so he's going to try and terminate me unless I give him what he wants." 
Her father was never one for sentimental statements, but he loved and cared for Kiera deeply. She was his only daughter, his baby girl, but his soldier. "Kiera Faith, look at me," he said, standing to his aching feet and putting his hands on her shoulders. "You know what to do. You will complete your mission and come home for good. Through hell or high water, remember?" 
She frowned, looking down to her feet before pressing herself into her father's arms, staining his pearl-snap button-up with her tears. He held her, letting her cry into him just like she would when she was a little girl. "I'm so scared, daddy," She cried. "I want to do you proud, but what if I don't make it back home?" 
"I'm not going to add my humor into this, sweetheart, but you will." 
She scoffed, knowing where she got her humor from, "I already know what you're going to say. I'm either coming home on foot or in a box. You don't have to sugarcoat it, daddy." 
"I keep forgetting," He breathed a chuckle, pressing his cheek to her ear. "You listen to me real good - do what you know, and they won't be able to touch you. He is an enemy. You're one of the eight officers on the west coast - the best of the best. You'll come home." 
She nodded against his chest, inhaling the musk of his cologne as if she were to smell it for the last time. 
"You're a soldier, honey. I love you. Let's enjoy the rest of this dinner and you can give it hell come Monday." 
She breathed a chuckle, "You just know how to lighten the situation, huh?" 
"You learn it from the best, sweetheart. Just... Just don't tell your mother yet. She'll be a wreck." 
"Never have, daddy." 
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Kiera and Simon lay in her bed that night entangled in each other's arms. Simon lay on his back as her head rested on his chest, her fingers wrinkling the loose fabric of his shirt in a lazy attempt to distract herself from dark thoughts. His arm wrapped around her shoulder, rubbing circles on her bare bicep as he let her think in peace. 
He felt her hand come to trace the thick veins on his free hand that was draped over his stomach, admiring their strength for an enemy, but their softness for her. She felt his chest heave a heavy sigh before he spoke in a soft tone, "Do you want to talk about it, love?" 
"I don't know what to say," She frowned, keeping her gaze on his hand. "I feel weak if I say I'm scared." 
His chest then rose in a chuckle, "But you're not and you know it. I've seen you kill a man my size with your bloody hands."
"So? There's always someone stronger. That Mexican bitch almost had me in a chokehold." 
"But she didn't," He reminded her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be there right with you. I won't let anything happen to you." 
"You have to, Simon," She frowned, fighting fresh tears. "You can't let them know your feelings for me. You have to let them take me. If I'm who he wants, then you have to let him."
"Who?" 
"I-I really shouldn't be talking to you about this..."
"You almost did already. You babble when you're anxious, and that's surprising." 
She sighed heavily, "Graves. Kate told me she did some digging-"
"That's a dirty job..."
"Tell me about it. She uncovered a Black Bag operation done several months ago. Long story short, Graves and Shepherd were behind it."
"Let me guess: the missiles we're after were part of that operation?" 
She didn't reply, and her silence was the answer. "When I go back, shit's going to go down with me and him. God knows what he's going to do to me." 
"Not a fuckin' chance." 
"There needs to be a chance, Simon. I'm probably a capture or kill mission to them now."
"If he wants you for intel, you're too valuable to neutralize. He'll try to interrogate you. If he can get his hands on you, but I doubt that." 
"I'll figure something out. I'll bullshit my way out of it if I have to. Wouldn't be the first time I've been held against my will." 
"And you think none of us will come to get you if that happens?" He scoffed. "You've got to be out of your fuckin' mind." 
"Maybe I am, Simon." 
Their tones began to get heated between each other. He was fighting so damn hard to keep his emotions at bay, but she made it really hard for him to keep his mouth shut. 
"Maybe I'm so far out of my mind that I won't need saving. Maybe he'll just get his intel out of me then kill me before anything could happen. He'll bury me just like he and Shepherd did when they buried the crime months ago." 
He used his hand to capture her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. He could tell that she was scared. Terrified, even, but she was just like him - she was trying her best to keep it hidden from him. Tears filled her eyes as she felt like she was going to say goodbye to him, remembering their brief time together as she felt she'd never get to experience it again. "You don't need to be talking like that. You're not in the right mindset." 
"When am I ever?" She scoffed. 
He then propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her, forcing himself to look into her eyes, "You are when those boots are on the ground. You have a coldness to those eyes that gets the job done, but when you're home, they turn to something that has so much life behind them. Don't think I don't notice, because I do. When I see you look at those mountains or when you're around your horse. Fuck, even when you're with me, you're alive. You've got what I wished I could have. That's why I lo- enjoy being around you so much." 
"Don't say it, Simon," She cried, not wanting to accept that a man she began to grow towards so much housed the same feelings. "Don't say it unless it saves me." 
A slight smile spread across his lips, "I can do that," He whispered, planting his lips on hers. He wanted to reassure her the best that he could. "Don't let your mind take you to your thoughts. It'll get you in trouble. That's not the Kiera I know." 
"I can't help but be weak sometimes, Simon." 
"That's okay. Neither can I." 
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Monday morning came as Kiera parked her truck in the parking garage of the airport that would take them back to Mexico. She put the truck in park, pulling out her phone to text her mother one last time before her flight: 
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She sighed, smiling down at the message before turning her phone off and locking it away in the console. "Get your head right, love." Simon reminded her, reaching his hand over the console. 
"Please tell me you brought my iPod." 
He smirked, patting the pocket of his jeans, "Fully charged. Figured you'd want it." 
"Oh, I will," She breathed a laugh. "Can you promise me something?" 
"What's that?" 
"Promise me that we'll come back... the both of us." 
He locked his eyes with hers, a futuristic smirk spreading on his lips as he brought her knuckles to his lips, resting them on his chin before pressing a warm kiss to her calloused skin. "Through hell or high water, love." 
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beanghostprincess · 10 months ago
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I know we absolutely adore Sanji and Usopp being dramatic and all over the top, and it's just painfully obvious that if they got married they'd be all dramatic too. But-- After WCI, I think Sanji would have this thing with weddings,, He still likes them, of course. He wants to get married. Usopp was even concerned at first and wondered if he'd say no after what he had gone through, but he didn't. He said yes right away.
But,,, It's kind of like he forces himself to make it big and spectacular when there's no need to do it? Let me explain- Sanji tries hard to make the perfect, huge, wedding worthy of his dear sniper, or so he says. But he doesn't look too happy about it just- Stressed. More stressed than usual. He doesn't even look like he enjoys wedding stuff as much as he used to a few years ago (before WCI). Like they bring him back bad memories. So of course, Usopp has to confront him about it because there is no way he's going to let his boyfriend do that to himself.
Usopp asks him to tell him the truth about how he's feeling about all of this, and after insisting for a while, Sanji says:
"But it is supposed to be a grand gesture, right? It is supposed to be the day we show our love to the rest of the world and- And it has to be big. You deserve it, love. A grand gesture and- And I can't even choose the shitty flowers because my mind instantly fucking goes to that day and- I'm sorry. I'll just- I'll do better-"
"I don't need you to do better, Sanji. You're already doing so much. Too much, actually. We're doing this for us both, not for me only. And especially not for the rest of the world. I don't even like to be the center of attention for long! I know I say I do but my hands get all sweaty and I start shaking like a damn flan! You could make me sign a piece of paper right now that says we're married and then give me some cake and I'd be the happiest man in the world. So don't,,, Don't go through this for me just because you think I want to. You don't need to prove your love to me if it makes you suffer along the way. I already know how you feel."
"You mean it? Because I seriously don't know what flowers to choose and it's. Fucking killing me."
"I like daisies but- But that is not the point. I don't care, Sanji. Just- Breathe and. And we will figure something out, okay?"
So then you have two of the most dramatic men in the world getting married in the simplest of places (their ship) with only a bit of decoration (that Chopper, Nami, and Robin helped with), music provided by Brook, rings made by Franky, and the whole thing being officiated (of course) by Luffy. So it is not that big or spectacular or whatever. It isn't even long and they quickly wrap it up so they can go have the feast Sanji makes (which is actually the one thing he was excited about).
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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago
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Can I request a part 2 of guilded cage please it’s really good also I’m a slut for dark!morpheus
Like they got officially married she’s queen and maybe corinthian or one of his siblings go to her and there like wtf sis you ok with this and Morpheus Is eavesdropping because he wants her honest answer and she has excepted her role and he’s like that’s my girl
A/N: Just a PSA - this is comparably worse than Gilded Cage, whatever demon possessed me back then has taken a sabbatical.
"Silvered Perch" - Dark!Morpheus x Reader
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['Gilded Cage'] | [MASTERLIST] | [Sandman-inspired playlist]
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What a strange thought it was, that your life was not always like this: drowning in jewels, silk, delicacies which names you couldn't pronounce, wonderful creatures bowing low each time they saw you and most of all - an entity the strangest of them all who wanted to bend over backwards to keep you happy. Would it be a little too on the nose to say it felt like a dream?
Morpheus made sure to keep the word he had given you, so not too long after you settled down in Dreaming the news of a wedding spread across the realm. Although none of his subjects had the faintest clue as to who you were, they seemed to put trust in the integrity of their king and welcomed you more than warmly. To them, it seemed quite obvious that whoever is worthy of being the bride of Dream of the Endless, had to be at least a little bit exceptional - an expectation you weren’t sure you could ever fulfil.
You didn't feel at home in Dreaming, not right away: your life only became stranger as you were suddenly showered with gifts and honours you doubted you deserved in any way. It felt wrong to accept those riches - after all, you had done exactly nothing to earn such honours. What if one day every creature of Dreaming realizes it? What if he does? You had fooled him so far but how could you be sure this lark could go on? Like every good thing in your life, this spell, too, had to disperse someday. You were nothing more than a leech on his charity.
"There is something on your mind," Morpheus caught you off guard once. Apparently, there was nothing that could escape his stern gaze - especially if the said thing was connected to you. You could only wonder how much he had learned about you just through his silent observation.
"I don't know if I deserve any of... this." You made a vague circle with your hand. It was a nice euphemism on your part - ‘good life’ couldn’t quite move past your lips.
"No," he answered in a decisive tone but before the painful hole in your chest could open once again, the very hole this unjust world scratched inside you, he continued, "You deserve a lot more. More than I am able to give you."
A sad smile entered your face. To some degree, you pitied his delusional perception of you but your selfishness forced you to lick every last drop of it. "You're a real sweet-talker, you know?"
Morpheus’s hand gently held yours. Without letting his gaze fall from your face, he placed a warm kiss on your fingers, right next to the magnificent yet bizarre ring he had given you on your wedding day - ‘a testimony of my love’ he called it. ”There is nothing sweet about truth. It simply is."
“I find it hard to believe in that truth,” you answered quietly. 
“Truth remains despite beliefs.” He presses another kiss to your fingers before letting his lips leave a trail of pecks along your skin down to your wrist. “There is no price I would not pay to let you see yourself through my eyes even once.” Perhaps that was better for the soul - should you become privy to Morpheus’s perception of you, there’d be no more modesty left in you, no innate obligation to remain humble; oceans, volcanos, supernovas… were they not all terrible, beautiful and prideful? And yet even they dimmed in the halo of your sacrilegious wonder.
Due to Morpheus’s explicit prohibition, you couldn’t leave the castle grounds without him - he only cared and wanted to make sure that no malice lurking in the hearts of his subject would raise its hand against you. Considering how passionate he was about that one rule, you never even questioned it, simply gloating in the indirect confession of his affections and how much they tormented his every thought.
But who were you to defy your husband’s (reminding yourself of that rightful title made a flustered blush appear on your cheeks) orders? Waiting for him to finish his royal duties, you wandered through the palace. Despite seeing those marble walls and crystal chandeliers every day, they still managed to take your breath away. It was a view no one back in the Waking World could ever imagine, and now it was your very own secret and your home. An infantile giggle escaped your lips - ‘a queen in a castle’. How ridiculous and wonderful.
An unexpected fluttering of wings diverted your attention from admiring the halls of the chateau. To your surprise, Matthew had decided to pay you a visit - rarely did he engage in friendly chatter with you and you never quite understood whether it was due to a lack of common interests or a lack of his interest in particular. His black feathers shone in the dispersed sunlight coming through the tall stained-glass windows. There was something equally malevolent and dignified about the way he looked.
"Not following Morpheus around?" you asked him humorously.
Without answering, Matthew hopped closer to you, his beady eyes watched you carefully. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
You furrowed your eyebrows at the strange inquiry. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I mean this whole situation is just a little... weird, isn't it?” his voice remained low, somewhat anxious of suspected prying ears. Little did he know, his fear wasn’t unreasonable. “Dream shows up and, no offence, you throw yourself at him after he made a ludicrous offer."
To be fair, Morpheus was well-aware that he shouldn’t listen to your conversation with Matthew. Despite that, he also knew that it was his sole responsibility to tend to your needs and desires, which made eavesdropping seem a little less impolite - at least that’s what he had told himself. If there was the smallest thing that upset your heart, even a flowerpot standing a little too much to the right, he needed to know. He had to fix it as soon as possible so that you don’t see through his charming demeanour and realize what a selfish, calloused creature he truly was; what beast loneliness had turned him into. Now that Morpheus captured his little bird, he wasn’t going to let it fly away - even if that meant clipping its wings but that was a possibility he’d rather not ponder at the moment. Standing in the shadows of his own palace like a beggar at an emperor’s court, he appeared frozen in time as he drank each sound coming from your lips, his frenzied heart dismantled every word you said in search of Dream’s possible shortcomings.
When Matthew put it like that, it did sound a little mad but many mundane things could come off as wrong if put into the right words. Unsure what answer to give him, you only shrugged. "It's a weird world, Matthew."
"You don't even know the guy,” he raised his voice slightly. Clearly, he couldn’t wrap his head around your seemingly reckless choice. “Well, you didn't at the time. And you just left everything behind for him? Your whole life! What if he was crazy?” he was becoming more animated in his bewilderment. Then, he added quickly: “Not that I think he is, of course."
"Then I probably wouldn’t be complaining anyway, would I?" But Matthew didn’t seem to appreciate your grim humour. You looked away for a moment as images of your previous life flashed before your eyes. ‘Previous life’ seemed like a fitting phrase - memories of those bleak days appeared blurry, murky, as though you weren’t recalling real events but someone’s account of a storyline in a book they had once read. "There wasn't much to leave. It wasn't an impulsive decision, there just wasn't a lot to consider in the first place. I don’t know what kind of life you had led before, Matthew,” your sombre eyes looked at him again, “but not everyone desperately clings to whatever scraps they have. My life was nothing beyond bland longing to be elsewhere. No offer is ludicrous when you go to bed each night hoping not to wake up in the morning. But then, to your own horror, you do. As time goes by, you realize you had been alive for too long, that you were never meant to make it this far. So you have a wonderful choice between death and becoming a hopeless failure. For some ridiculous reason I will always hold dear, I was offered a third choice, a way out of the vale of misery and pain I called life.”
But your tale did not satisfy his curiosity. Perhaps this conversation in low voices wasn’t meant to prove something to him but to you. "Have you never considered why he did all of this?"
Of course, you did. You had been wondering about that ever since you agreed to join him in Dreaming. But each hour of long pondering brought you to the very same conclusion: you couldn’t give him anything, so something else was the matter. And the passion with which he had offered to change your life… this wasn’t accidental. Quite clearly, in your mind, Dream of the Endless had chosen you. “I trust his integrity, I suppose,” you answered Matthew with a slight shrug of your shoulders. Truthfully, you couldn’t quite explain your trust towards your husband to yourself. More than reason, it was a case of trusting one’s instincts. “I’d need to have something valuable or unique for Morpheus to have a reason for creating some elaborate scheme. But I don’t. I may be someone but not somebody. A creature of his sort would never pay attention to something like me unless he genuinely cared. It’s bitterly funny when you think about it: it takes an eldritch being to love the most unremarkable human.”
"You know, if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is."
Perhaps Matthew was right. In your own experience, good things in life never came without a price, some secret cost that you could never learn about until the very moment you had to pay it. Your eyes wandered around the majestic, marble hall; the stunningly expensive silk you were wearing; the strange ring on your finger and its crystal, which appeared infinite when you looked inside it - there was, quite literally, no price that could make you regret your choice. "And yet peanut butter ice cream is a thing,” you said absentmindedly still staring into the crystal. Light entered the wonderful jewel from all angles, reflected off of irregular sides inside and turned into a pleiad of colours you couldn’t even begin to name. The gem wasn’t of this world - that much you were certain of.
"Fair point."
Matthew’s agreement elicited laughter from you. Maybe you didn’t quite see eye-to-eye about your relationship with Morpheus but that didn’t necessarily mean you had to remain estranged in any way - truthfully, you wished you could befriend him. He had been, after all, a human once. If there was anyone in Dreaming who could relate to your experiences even a little bit, it was that back-talking raven (not that his cheeky attitude was a flaw).
As your giggling died down, Matthew tried his last chance at this suspicious inquiry. "Do you ever think about going back to the Waking World? Even just popping in for a visit?"
Morpheus clenched his fist. As much as he refused to think about clipping wings at the moment, the idea temptingly lingered in the back of his mind. You can’t go back. You can’t leave him. Suddenly, his frenzied desperation flashed Nada's face before his eyes - he truly didn't want that history to repeat. It would ruin him to live on knowing that you're going through unimaginably horrifying tortures in Hell but if you were to seduce him and then leave as though he meant nothing to you, perhaps that's exactly what you deserved.
"There's nothing and no one for me to visit,” you answered in a decisive tone.
Understanding that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere else, that you had told him all that could be said, Matthew knew it was time for him to go. If Morpheus notices he’d been gone, Dream might start asking questions and considering the nature of his inquiry - it was better to keep the King of Dreaming out of the loop. “Alright then, uh… good talk. See you around… your majesty.” If Matthew had a human face, he’d probably grimace at the royal title. Although Morpheus wasn’t adamant about being addressed properly by his closest friends, he became quite unforgiving when it came to your rightful title. You were a queen and he’d be damned if one of his creations dared to forget that.
With another flutter of dark wings, you were left alone once more. Solitude had never felt so serene - peaceful instead of overwhelmingly empty.
Slowly running out of ways to pass the time, you hesitantly sat on the throne that belonged to Dream. To be fair, he never expressed anything short of encouragement whenever you did but still, it felt like you were a deceptive imposter leeching off a King hopelessly in love. 
Remaining in the shadows, Morpheus watched. His breaths became ragged as he admired the effortlessly regal beauty you were beaming with. Perhaps you refused to believe in your overpowering charm but none who had ever laid their eyes on you could indulge in such dishonesty. A new thought sprouted in his thoughts clouded with an obsession - maybe this is how things should be: the King of Dreams kneeling before his queen, a god-like creature rendered powerless by something far more perfect than he could ever strive to become. Whatever you’d ask him, he’d waste no time completing, never second-guessing your most bloodthirsty whims. Yet you remained completely oblivious to your absolute might, fiddling with the crystal ring he had given you. Inside that gilded cage, you had begged to be imprisoned in, there was a silvered perch like a pedestal an obedient bird of paradise sits on. You were a good nightingale and so you impatiently waited for your merciful captor to return. And what a sweet song you’re going to grace him with! Each mellow melody you gave him made Morpheus all the grimmer: he could never let anyone else know the blessing that calmed his sweet, sweet despair. You were his nightingale, all of your songs belonged to him only.
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