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Sea Of Hope Chapter 8

Previous Next SOH Master Grandmaster

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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship. 

The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”  

Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead. 

Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”  

Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.” 

“Been busy.” 

“AS WE’VE ALL.” 

Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down. 

“Petty bastard.” 

“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”  

“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth. 

“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH." 

Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.” 

“Bastard never does anything fer free.” 

“And Yet, He Has A Point.”  

Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.  

It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.  

It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger. 

“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door. 

You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels. 

You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright. 

Didn’t Rus call him a lord...? 

Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze. 

“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.” 

You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...  

By the angel, what would Axe think of all this? 

Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.” 

It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly. 

Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier. 

You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.  

Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back. 

One more breath. 

The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.  

The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor. 

If only it wasn’t so short. 

Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.  

“I’m dressed, my lord.” 

A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back. 

“AS I EXPECTED.” 

You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket. 

You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist. 

“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…” 

Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath. 

Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck. 

You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.  

“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!” 

Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?” 

Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”  

Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.  

“Sure that's all ya were doin’?” 

The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—” 

“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?” 

With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–” 

Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.” 

His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?” 

There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway. 

“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” 

Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you. 

The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway. 

You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under. 

You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.  

The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter. 

Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over. 

You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken? 

... 

A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks. 

You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused. 

Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” 

Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.” 

You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.” 

It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.  

“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.” 

You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.  

Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.  

“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”  

Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.” 

“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.” 

You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.” 

Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?” 

You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.  

When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.” 

You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.  

It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness. 

You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.  

Blessedly, he turned to wait for you. 

It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum. 

His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.” 

Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before. 

With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously. 

You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall. 

You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain. 

Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump. 

“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.” 

When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist. 

“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”  

With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

… 

It was frightening, alone in the dark.

Previous Next SOH Master Grandmaster

[arcade-writing]

Little Bunny

NSFW 🍋

Pairing: William Afton x AFAB! reader

Warning: age gap (reader is a grown adult), infidelity from William, pet names, minor breeding kink, Daddy kink, William is a shitty person, manipulation(?), rough sex, boss x employee, reader is unaware William has wife and kids (they're new to town and Will makes no effort to show he's married), reader is pretty oblivious, eating out, protected penetration, desk sex, minor pervert! William, scent kink, pussy slapping, Condom breaking, Praise kink, creampie, light degradation, he starts off 'nice' and then gets mean, alot of dirty talk, minor choking, overstimulation

Hey y'all... how's it been... I haven't posted a story since uh- April 17th, 2023 ....... yeah....hello again! I genuinely had the worst writers block & honestly horny block. Even when I started getting ideas and my thirsting back on, it was just never enough to write. I always hope when I start writing again it'll mean good news for my flow but, idk. (Also P.S I'm doing art commissions so if y'all wanna check that out you can right here , if you wanna, Just reblogging even if you're not interested would be really helpful, thank you!)

This is based off my own au so timeline may make no sense compared to the games and it is a rough idea - we're here for smut not lore. So please excuse the rough wages timeline wise. Just wanna say, I do not condone cheating or really, anything William does - but if you're crushing on a fictional character that kills kids you gotta accept he's gonna be scum. And sometimes you gotta embrace it a little.

You were one of the newer hires since the business has been getting slower, one too many crimes attached to the Pizzeria's reputation. Missing kid cases connected to the business but no proof to say it had any real causality to them. Bodies never found, no camera footage, solid alibis. Nothing. But that didn’t deter people. In fact, it seemed to bring a morbid curiosity. Some wanted to feel a sense of scandal by just being in the building. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. Hearing their family diner was the talk of the town for so many headlines was horrid luck in attracting outside locals.

Unbeknownst to you, you were Williams best employee and to him, his little bunny, he was obsessed with you. But he knew had an image as your boss and a family man to uphold; but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a slice of your attention and getting what he wanted. He was a selfish man; he tried of the perfect suburb he’s crafted for himself. Who was he to deny his interest in the new hire? Sure you were younger but that just seemed to go in his favour.

Abit thankful the town, even in their grief, were still held by the morbid curiosity and tendencies to still come. The small boom in business makes it feel like how it has to be. Even gave him a reason to finally bring their newest attraction; a new band to play now he and Henry had to practically remodel themselves to centre stage. Freddy’s little band was minor show they pulled when they couldn’t perform or either of the springlock animatronics were out of commission. But if William can still keep this damn business afloat; he can give the spotlight to his newer creations.

The kids were finally done demanding your attention; it was a slow day since it was still early morning and most kids were at school. A band of kids flagged you down and insisted on giving you a makeover. Reluctantly, you agreed and you had two little girls who put chunky plastic jewelry they won or had on you. The boys immediately tried to put face paint on you, putting messy yellow face paint around your eyes and a bit of your cheek. You were so thankful when their parents finally coaxed their children to let you get back to work.

Huffing as you headed towards the back of the diner to get to the staff bathrooms, the back was still semi in construction. Loose wires here and there, some unpainted walls. Your coworkers said before the press and the police investigation the diner was expanding it’s building but with everything that happened; it’s all been delayed. Meanwhile, William saw everything through the security cameras, watching the chunky computer flicker through footage. Spotting you head towards the back, where the cameras were still buggy, quickly heading towards his office door and opening it; just so conveniently opening the door when you walk past and spotting you. Wearing that signature grin under his scruffy beard, his smile stretching uncomfortably wide. Stretching to his eyes but his stare never matched.

“Ah- little bunny, hopping away from the job, huh?” He teased softly, knowing full well what you were doing.

At the sound of his voice, you jump as a noise of surprise slips out from you.

“No! Oh no-! I just wanted to get this face paint off!” You quickly say, not wanting my boss to think you were trying to slack off. Sheepishly gesturing to the thick yellow face paint around your eyes as your cheeks, feeling them heat up with embarrassment. You looked so stupid. He couldn't help but laugh, that was the reaction he liked – seeing you becoming sheepish around him. He can feel his smile grow wider.

“We can’t have you not look the part.” He tuts, using the still semi wet face paint on your cheek and smearing it on the tip of your nose, making a heart shape with it , his thumb now smudged with yellow as he liked the bunny-like nose he painted on you. It surprised you, eyes widening as you grew an awkward smile as you adjusted your uniform. Your trainers are scratching the back of your other leg, feeling the purple knee high socks roll down due to it. “I guess we can’t.”

“Let’s fix that then.” William patted the doorframe of his office before gesturing you to get inside, he wasn’t going to have you scurry off to the bathroom. “Come sit, little bunny, let’s sort this face paint, hm? I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this in public” He chuckled, moving out of your way so you could enter. “It’d be pretty embarrassing-“ William saw the way you squirmed at the idea of being considered an embarrassment to your own employer, deciding to give you some mercy as he finished his sentence. “-for you, wouldn’t it?”

You reluctantly agree, sighing as you walk into his office. Seeing the golden bunny plush on his shelf of memorabilia of his work. Trying to calm yourself down from your own prickling nerves, Fiddling with the wire bunny paper holder on his desk as you couldn’t help but chuckle at the obvious attatched he had to to the long eared creature. His eyes followed your every move; the bunny plushie was something important to him, something sentimental; it was a plush of the golden rabbit he once dressed up as. A victory statement to himself for what he got away with; he liked having trinkets of his achievements. He closed his office door, contemplating locking it but didn’t want to get too eager. Making sure the window was covered with the mini curtain; the more privacy the better.

He guided you to sit In the plush yellow chair beyond you, grabbing some wet wipes from the drawer of his desk. “Such a soft little bunny, can I touch?” He asked playfully, crouching in front of you as he turned his attention to your face, using a wet wipe to remove the paint smear from your nose first. Your nose scrunched at the sudden feel of something wet. The smell was always too clean – some just smelt acidic. When you sat down, you didn’t expect to get somewhat pampered, you knew William could be pretty hands on as a person but you didn’t expect this. He cleaned up the rest of your face without much issue, his movements were precise and a bit rough when it comes to rubbing off the face paint on your cheeks. The thicker spots and cheap paint make it cling to your skin abit more. When satisfied with the wipe and picking up the next wipe to start on getting the yellow around your eyes off, careful to avoid poking your eyes.

Peering down as he saw you fiddling with the fabric of your shorts; one of the reasons he loved the summer time. He got to see your pretty legs on show. He had the desire to run his finger down the length of your shorts, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head, like an itch he couldn’t scratch. But he held himself back, just as he did with the urge to pull you away from the seat right now and on top of him.

Once he pulled away you gently tried to dab away some of the dampness with your hand. Your cheeks stinging a bit from his roughness. Smoothing out your clothes to look more presentable as you hummed. “Thank you, Mr Afton.” You say, just reaching down to sort out your fallen down sock.

“It's not a problem at all, I have to make sure everyone follows uniform code.” William shrugged, throwing the crumbled wet wipes into the bucket looking pin by his desk. You were so oblivious to how obsessed he was with you. Letting him wipe your face clean and didn’t even protest. He often wondered what excuses you made up in your cute little head to not dwell on his behaviour.

His focus shifted as he watched you reach down, beating you to it as he grabbed your ankle and propped your foot on his thigh, wiggling your sock back up until it reached up just under your knee, giving you a pat with his signature grin. You knew this wasn’t very professional but he always seemed so doting; you just took it as perhaps it was just his instincts to take care of others. Unaware of the horrific things he’s done. His persona to others as this caring, sweet businessman – blaming him snapping at workings as stress and then gifts his employees with free snacks or drinks to make up for it.

“Thank you again.” You say. Nodding to your now lifted sock as you look down at him, still crouched before you.

“I already said it's no problem, being too polite can be annoying.” William stated, his words sickly sweet. As if just giving some friendly advice. Rubbing your knee as his thumb caressed it. He knew this might be inappropriate but he needed this and you were such a good little employee; you wouldn’t speak up, you were a good little bunny that does what he asks. Always trying to please the people around you and fit in as the new hire of the place.

He could still see the faint remnants of yellow face paint around your eyes that he decided to leave alone, it made your eyes pop, it made you look even more pretty. He gently grabbed back of your hand, holding the palm upright and used his index finger to draw his initials in the centre; marking you as his in a way you’d never know, his other palm was hovering over yours gently. He leaned in and made sure the blinds of the window were still shut; gently kissing your hand.

Which you, in turn, jumped at the kiss – the giggle you let out at the ticklish feel of his finger drawing on your palm cut off by the surprise you felt. Feeling the scruff of his beard on your skin as your lips part. “oh-!” Your brows scrunch, unsure how you felt about him doing that as you chewed on my bottom lip. One half enjoying the attention; enjoying to be doted on and his nice words but you knew that wasn’t what a boss should do. Glancing back over to the door; perhaps it was time you went back to work now you were all cleaned up-

His smile grew a little wider as your giggle was cut off. Seeing you glance at the door, he immediately grasped your hand with both of his, adjusting to rest on one knee as his aching legs screamed at him. "sorry, I just wanted to show my thanks, you’re such a sweet bun.” He lied so easily, quickly trying to dismiss your concerns. “That was abit forward, wasn’t it? I can be like that, how I was raised and all.” When he said how he was raised, a part of you felt a little guilty for being so quick to rush off. Assuming so poorly of his actions; not like an older man hasn’t kissed your knuckles goodbye before without ill intent.

“oh..okay.” you reluctantly accept. But you were still worried you may be enjoying his attention a little bit too much. Your stomach twisting, remembering you shouldn’t be accepting this but..it felt nice. My brows scrunched and twitched as your brain spun. It wasn’t like he wasn’t an attractive man, abit scruffy but he always seemed so cheerful and wanted to make others happy. Leaning into the plump back of the yellow office chair as my hands continued to fiddle with my work shorts. My brain screaming two different things at me it kinda just made me freeze. Go still until my brain could decide what it wanted.

William loved seeing the innocent expression in your face as he looked up at you. You seemed so helpless. You were his. The fact you were allowing this, excusing it told him all he needed to know. His mind was always the eager opportunist. How far could he really push this? His eyes falling to your ankle, the fact your foot still rests on his bent knee, you made no move to remove him or yourself. His smile turned sly as he bent closer to your foot, beginning to untie the knot of your trainer.

“It's alright, it’s okay.” He shushed softly, doing his best to come off soothing when his mind was running wild. One hand went to your thigh, pushing your hand from its continuous fidget as he smoothed his palm along until the fabric was bunched up as high as it could, exposing half of your thigh to him. His other hand taking advantage he had big hands to massage, squeeze and caress along your calf down to your ankle. “Those shoes still look new, bet they pinch.” His brow raised, giving the tip of your shoes a pinch.

“They do… sometimes.” You answer quietly, becoming a deer in the headlights at the feel of his palm against your thigh. Your heart rate immediately spiking as it thumped like a drum in your chest. Your cheeks growing warmer as you leaned completely against the chair. Hands going to the sides of the cushion, gripping into them. Unable to stop the soft sigh that escaped you at the feel of your aching calf being messaged.

He slipped your shoe off as it landed on the floor with a thud. “Poor little bun.” He tutted with mock sympathy, rubbing your ankle and the heel of your foot. Repeating the same for your other leg as he put your trainers to rest by the plush seat. Swapping hands to soothe your legs.

The scruffy man looked at your work shorts, an idea coming to mind. “Bet uniform can be such a pain at times, The summer heat must be doing you no good- they could cause chaffing, we should get you changed into a size that looks more comfortable.” He cooed a little more, trying to convince you by disguising it as concern. He knew you weren’t stupid; oblivious but not stupid. You couldn’t make decisions for yourself, He needed to do it for you.

Your breathing immediately stuttered. Your hands raised to your chest to fiddle with your own fingers. “I don’t know- I don’t think you-“ The words got caught in your throat as your eyes kept glancing at the door. Your mind was screaming to get away and not indulge but my body felt like putty when you felt your muscles relax from his caressing and firm hands. He had such lovely strong hands…you couldn’t deny you’ve thought about them before. He made machines, sure with Henry, but he obviously knew how to use them for intricate wiring and metal work. Your body was absolutely relishing this man's hands being on you.

“That’s right, you don’t think and that’s okay, let me do it for you.” He chuckled, his voice soothing but his words had some bite. A part of you made you whimper at his words; you didn’t mind the sound of that. Letting him think for you. His signature smile stretched high on his cheeks, moving your legs over his shoulders as he was still bent on one knee. Grabbing your work shorts, unbuttoning them and shuffling them down, abit awkward with how you were sitting but nothing that would deter him. You gasped as you didn’t know if you should lift your hips or just stay still. Sliding off your shorts as he hummed happily at the sight of your skin now properly exposed to his wandering eye, his tongue clicking when he saw you press your thighs together.

“Now, now, no hiding from me, I need to check if you have any chaffing.” He scolded, lying through his teeth with glee. Easily prying your thighs away from each other and forced your legs apart to ‘inspect’ your smooth skin. Grinning wider when he saw the little wet patch on your underwear, a shiver running through him. Oh you really like him.

You immediately tried to hide your face behind your hand. One hand covering your crotch to hide the shameful evidence of your arousal. Whimpering a little as your feet dug into his shoulder blades a little, your breathing getting heavier embarrassment. Trembling as you couldn’t bring myself to peek at what he was doing. Feeling as if you were in a dream; there was no way this was happening. But everything felt too real, too much it was making your nerves feel like they were being electrocuted.

“How many times will I repeat myself with you? No hiding.” His voice suddenly grew huskier, snapping at you. Firmly grasping your wrist as he shoved it away from your crotch. He wasn’t going to tolerate having to say the same thing no matter how cute you were. “Look at you, getting wet just for me…have I been a bad boss? Neglecting my sweet bunny? Does that spot need attention?”

He licked his teeth, his brows knitted from his previous annoyance but his voice dripping like honey as he looked down at you. Not wanting to wait for your response. Grinning wildly and staring directly at your hidden face. The fact he could get you this riled up and helpless in his presence excited him beyond belief. He could hear the sound of your little whimpers, sliding your underwear gently to the side to attend to that slick cunt of yours.

“there, there.” Giving your vulva a wet kiss as he shakily inhaled your scent, shuddering at finally getting to sniff it beyond finding left over clothes in your locker. Finding your panties in there was a jackpot, how angry and red his cock was after stroking it so mercilessly to your sweet scent.

Immediately, you let out a scandalised gasp. Your hands shot up and grasped the back of the plush yellow chair. Eyes wide as you shuddered, “Mr Afton-!” You squeal out as my feet kick and dig into his back as my toes curl beneath your socks.

He loved that response, that high-pitched little squeal you let out as your body became the epitome of vulnerability in his arms. He had to hold in a moan of his own, his heart feeling like it was going to explode in his chest and his cock straining in his pants.

“Shhh my little bunny, it’s okay, let me clean you up.” He shushed in a sing-song tone, using those hands to firmly press your legs still. Making sure you couldn’t squirm away. He huffed in your scent a little, giving more kisses along your wet folds, Each kiss leaving a wet smack. Letting his tongue trace along with the smallest licks, just teasing you.

You whine, back arching as your hands grasp and clutch at the back of the chair as your eyes squeezed shut tight. Your legs twitching and digging into his shoulder blades as you let out cracked whimper. “Mr Afton.. please..” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for – for him to stop and be professional? Act like it never happened. Or for him to keep going. You liked what he was doing – it’s been so long since someone’s given you attention like this, most guys only wanted their turns. Feeling the scratch of his beard on the inside of your thighs, prickling your sensitive skin.

William kept kissing and sucking gently, burying his nose into your heat as he peered up at you as he gripped your thigh and hip to keep you still. Only parting to coo more encouraging words at you. Wanting you to let go and be a good bunny. To be his. “You’re doing so, so good my little bunny.” Feeling no guilt to using his control over you as he licked a long strip up your pussy. “Let your boss take care of you, it’s what I’m here for.” He mocked sweetly.

It made your stomach flutter and twist; your eyes unable to peek, keeping them eyes shut tightly, as you sighed. Relaxing and sinking against the chair as you trembled. Your body is unable to deny how good his mouth felt. He let out a pleased hum that vibrated against your folds, his hand smoothed up your hip and pushed your button-up shirt up your stomach to keep it out of his way.

“There, that feels better, I think. Doesn’t it?” His tongue left a trail of wetness where he licked and sucked. Nuzzling his face into your pussy as he moved his head side to side, groaning as he inhaled deeply your sweet scent. He loved the sound of your whimpers, your soft little whimpers. How sensitive and responsive you are to his mouth. Groaning against your hot flesh as his other hand smoothed from your thigh, pulling your underwear more out of the way to make sure he could pamper your cunt with his kisses. His tongue prodded at your entrance as he kneeled fully, letting his nose nestle and bump against your clit.

“..yes..” you breathed out, one hand dropping from the gripping the back of the seat, your hand instinctively grasping his well kept hair. Brown and grey strands in your fist as your eyes fluttered open. Your hips bucked and squirmed with his continuous kisses and licks. Your lips falling open and unable to close them. His breath hitched at the sudden grasp of his hair, a low groan leaving his lips. “My little bunny wants more.” He hummed, his face moving to the side as he sat back a little to watch your face.

The way you bucked and squirmed, he couldn’t help but feel that satisfaction of knowing he was the one to make you do so. Seeing you grasping his hair as a sign to keep going. He knew he could hold you down and continue to pleasure you to his heart’s content. But he wanted to see how vulnerable you could become as he leaned back, his warm breath blowing over your sensitive spot. He wanted to see how far he could push you, to break you out of your shell as his eyes gazed up at you. Hastily burying his face back into your weeping cunt as he kissed up and began hungrily sucking on your clit. Feeling it throb against his tongue as it traced the letters of his name against it. Shaking his head as he did as he slurped noisily.

William pulled back for a small gulp of air, not wanting to part from your perfect cunt for too long. “How does that make you feel, sweetheart?” He teased, eyes squinting as his thumb caressed your tummy. “your boss making you feel so good, sucking on your clit like that?”

You mewl, tugging on his hair as your back arches from the constant attention to your sensitive bud. Just his breath fanning against it was making you shiver. “Yes- yes sir-“ but once those words left your mouth he tutted, shaking his head as he pulled back more. Frowning as he licked his now glossy lips. “No, no, bunny that’s not how you address the man eating out your pussy, now is it?"

“…n-no?” You stammer with confusion, already whining at the loss of his mouth. Tilting my head as I gave his hair another tug, wanting him to continue but all that did was make him slap your clit. The sting and suddenness made you jump with a yelp. A moan fluttering out your throat. Your legs squeezing at the side of his head, your knees bumping into his ear.

“No is correct.” William hummed, proud of your answer, caressing where he slapped as he raised a brow. “You should call me daddy, that sounds nicer, right? You can call me that, can’t you?” He coos, tilting his head as his nose crinkled as his smirk grew. Expectant eyes watching your every move, seeing the embarrassment grow on your face. Your lips opening and closing as you just let out a shaky breath. Slowly nodding but that earns you another slap. You let out a high pitched whine at your poor bud getting smacked.

“Use your words.” He ordered, his voice only growing firmer, this time not giving any soothing caress to the small sting. “yes…daddy” the word falls off your tongue, making your stomach twist and flutter. It felt strange but it didn’t feel wrong. Despite your hesitance he rewards it by bending back down, lavishing your sex with kisses as muffled praises left his lips.

Williams tongue was long And thick but grew a bit more slender to the tip of it. It dragged and lapped at your wetness as he groaned. His hand on your thigh, adjusting your leg on his shoulder as he kept his face pinned to your heat. The hand holding up your shirt tugging it up after unbuttoning a few of the bottom ones. Pulling the edge of the shirt towards your mouth and you bit down. Holding the shirt with your teeth as you slightly drooled against the fabric. With his hands free, his thumbs now on either side of your fluttering hole to keep you open. Grunting as he prods his tongue into you, fucking you with it as he sucks and slurps hungrily at your arousal. You gasp, shaking as your hands tug on his hair and try to pry his ravenous tongue from your sloppy cunt. It was too much- groaning deep into the fabric between your teeth as your eyes fluttered.

William plunged a finger inside you alongside his tongue. Only pulling back to speak. “don’t fucking try to stop me. You can handle it.” He immediately went back to work as your head flew back. Your legs are tightening and kicking against his shoulder blades. “I’m gonna-“ you whine, breathing as shaky as the rest of you as you squirmed. Feeling yourself dangle right at that edge as his finger hastily pumped in and out of you. Getting closer and closer – feeling so good- just as you reached right on that edge he suddenly pulled away, liicking his lips. Making you cry out in protest, eyes wide.

“Daddy- no- I was almost there!” You pleaded. Too needy to be embarrassed by the title for him as you gave another kick to his shoulder blade with the heel of your foot. He just tutted and shook his head. "No, you're only gonna cum around my cock and only then.”

Your eyes widen. Breath hitching as words caught in your throat making the shirt drop from your mouth. Unable to even try to speak as he suddenly pulled himself from in between your legs and grasped your hips, yanking you up. Bouncing you in his arms with a strained grunt as he carried you over to his desk. Grabbing what files he could and shoved it to the side – letting anything else be swiped off without care. Placing you down on the edge of the desk with a small thud. You hissed slightly at the small smack of your rear against the old hardwood. He unbuttoned your shirt at your chest, opening it up as he grinned at the sight of your chest.

“Daddy’s waited so long to play with these.” He breathed out, moving your shirt more out of the way to keep your chest exposed. Squeezing and groping at it, pressing against the perk of your nipple. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb as he hummed.

Your breathing hitches, puffing your chest more into his big hand, feeling dizzy from the way it felt like he was engulfing you. His fingers long but still thick, palm rough with work and age. You grasped his wrist as he kneaded at your chest as you glanced down and saw a prominent tent in the front of his pants. A small wet spot already formed from his own excitement.

Noticing where you were looking he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants, tugging them down to his ankles along with his boxers. Letting his cock spring free as it smacked against his yellow shirt, the sticky tip just smearing pre on it as it drooled. Twitching as your eyes were glued to it. He’s longer than any of the guys you’ve tried before, thicker too but not too much. “O-oh shit…..” You breath out with wide eyes, reaching out your hand to grasp it but he stops you. “Ah ah- no Bunny, you’ll make me cum if you do that, let me feel you cum around me first.”

You nod, and yelp at another smack to your poor throbbing clit. Covering your mouth to muffle your surprise as you panted. Removing your hand to respond as he raised an expecting brow. “Yes daddy-“ with a satisfied hum he strokes your tummy as he pushes your back more against the desk. Ready to align himself with your hole, his eyes watching the way it clenches at nothing in anticipation. Sticky with your arousal and his spit. Eager to feel exactly how good you’ll make him feel-

“Wait-! Do you have a condom?” You ask with a flurry of sense, so caught up in the whirlpool that was William and your need you almost forgot. Sure you’re already on birth control but you always preferred to be safe.

At the question, William huffed quietly. Forcing his uncomfortably wide smile back as his hand twitched. A flair of annoyance rising at your request but he wasn’t looking for any risk to this. As tempting as knocking you up sounded, he couldn’t handle another snot faced kid. Three was more than enough. Besides, he can’t let anyone find out about this. So with a nod, he walks around the desk and goes through the top draw where he spots a purple condom. You immediately felt relief upon seeing the packet; confused why your boss has it but thankful nonetheless.

Once rolled on he resumed his position between your legs as he stared down at you. Licking his teeth as his brow twitches, his smile still perked on his lips. “Now you’re gonna take daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes daddy, fuck me!”

“Dirty bunny.” He chuckles with surprise. William lines his cock with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your clit. Tapping the head of his cock against it before dragging it down your folds. He grinned as he suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his dick and curled your fingers around it. “You want it? Then guide it in, bunny, be good for me.” You did just that, aligning it perfectly, your hips flexing as your legs adjusted at his hips and slid down on the head of his cock.

Immediately, Your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the stretch. “Oh-! You’re so fucking tight.” He thrusts a couple of times, fighting the resistance. He desperately held back the urge to cum, groaning as he slid in and out. Sawing himself into you as he worked you open with his cock. You already felt so much better than his wife. You didn’t bitch at him or refuse to let him eat you out. You didn't say no to him. And you’re so tight- squeezing his dick like you owned it. And William wasn’t a man to be owned but he could definitely get use to your pussy hugging him whenever he needed you.

His cock buried deep Inside of you as he eased in, nestling right against that certain spot. Making you let out a strained moan, eyes rolling back. “Easy, Bun, easy-“ he hushes, his stubble tickling your ear as he hunches over you. His teeth tugging on the shell of your ear as he let out a husky chuckle.

William paused in his thrusts, giving you a moment to fully adjust. Wanting you to become more needy as you squirmed. Rolling your hips as you tried to grind against him. Seeing your pathetic state, he gave you a second before he thrusts into you once again, His grip on your hips were tight. The first squeal of your wetness from his movements made him let out a rumbling groan from his throat. Pumping into you as he nodded his head. The resistance of your tightening walls growing less and less as his fingers dragged and kneaded into your hips. “Take it-take it! Fucking take it!” Skin slapping against skin, his grip on your hips as your body dug into the desk underneath you, you kept your hand to your mouth to muffle you.

Williams thrusts were getting faster now, his thighs smacking into yours as yours, your legs squeezing his hips which only pushed him closer, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the desk creaking. Everything building together with his rugged breaths, your muffled whines. His eyes pinned you down as one hand snaked up your body to your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as his cock kissed your g-spot as he arched his back.

It all made your stomach clench, that tightening knot in your gut approaching quicker, clamping down on his cock with every stroke. “Gonna cum on my cock, bunny? Making you feel good?” he taunted, tilting his head as you desperately nodded your head. Trying to respond back to him as your voice cracked and your moans overcame any words you attempted to speak. “Cum on it, squeeze it tight, come on.”

“I’m gonna- ohh- fuck-!” you squeal, your eyes rolling as your back arched, panting as your hand tightened over your quivering lips. You could see his hair messy and no longer neatly slicked back, the part you tugged on and the sweat on his forehead ruining his hair gel made the tuffs sweep over his forehead. His brows tightly knit in concentration. “cum on my cock, little bun, go on.” He grunted, keeping up pace as his hand tightened around your neck. Just beginning to steal the air from you as your fluttering eyes remained rolled. Bucking your hips furiously as your orgasm crashed over you. Whimpering as came, and you came hard. Practically choking his dick as you did. Stars littering your voice as you whine, tugging on his wrist to let go of your neck.

With a groan he let go of your neck but his fingers twitched. Itching to do it again. He slammed his hand right by the side of your head as he kept a tight grip on your hip. His thrusts getting shaky and erratic.“Fuck, bunny I’m about to cum-“ he could feel the warm of your heat. Feeling the friction from the condom against his sensitive tip. Feeling it roll and shift, chewing on his bottom lip as you whimpered and whined.

“That’s it, Bunny, You gonna let Daddy breed you? Fuck you full of my cum, I bet you want that-“ he was cut off by you clenching around him. Groaning as he shuddered. “Ooh…Well your body definitely likes the idea.” He gleefully chuckled. Shaking his head as he kept fucking you. Chasing that high of his impending release.

You moaned louder, your hand slightly uncovered from your mouth to try and let you breathe and William sneered. Thrusting into your tight cunt brutally. “Shut up! Are that much of a slut you want the whole building to hear?” he speaks through gritted teeth, you immediately let out a whine, shaking your head. Your words are shaky as you quickly deny being a slut but he just licked his teeth. Tilting his head.

“Oh really? You're not? Why do you think you’re in this position then, huh?” He just grunts as he continues thrusting. “you’re a slutty bunny, just letting your boss undress you- letting him eat your pussy-” William groans, his sentences getting chopped as he panted. Bullying his cock into you over and over. “Letting him fuck you, this what you wanted, you let this happen – you’re a slut.” His words made you whimper, the truth stung but your mind was so foggy, lost in the haze of your pleasure, you could barely think. Just trapped being a squirming mess as he fucks you.

“Don’t whine, don’t act like it’s not true.” William scolded, sliding his hand just on your lower stomach, pressing down where his cock is inside you. “That’s my cock deep inside you, gonna deny that too?”

You shake your head. “No daddy-“ your response is immediately reward with him patting your hot cheek abit roughly as he nodded. “That’s right, can’t deny it – the sound of your wet pussy squelching and wetting my cock is more than enough evidence, isn’t it?"

“Yes daddy.” Your words came out slurred, nodding as your lips kept parting as you drooled. Eyes fluttering as you squirm and arch as your second orgasm is forced out of you as you squeal. Your feet digging right into his ass as overstimulation shocked you. Hiccupping as your poor pussy fluttered around him, each stroke of his cock against your walls made your veins spark.

That was all he needed, cursing under his sharp breath as he squirted thick ropes. Just registering how he painted your inner walls. His glues just catching the sight of his cum sticking to him and smearing on the lips of your pussy. A spark of satisfaction grew in him but also annoyance. Making sure to fuck his cum more into you as he tore his eyes away, you were too blissed out to even realize. Overstimulation already making your brain a mess. Shaking as you felt warmth flood up to your stomach.

He slowly eased out, looking down once again. “Oops-“ he says almost lazily, too riddled with euphoric high to pretend he cared. Looking at the torn condom, ripped and stretched at the thick head of his dick. His cum stitching to your cunt with a thick string. Your juices absolutely soaked him, making the rubber shine under the lights of his office. Panting as he pushes back his messy hair. “Well, this is one of those things you risk when you’re a slut, isn’t it? Accidents happen.” He tuts, having enough sense to fight off the smirk wanting to raise on his lips.

You see the broken condom and your stomach twists. For a moment you believe your heart stops as you watch him, tug off the broken condom as he throws it into the bin. Letting out a pleased hum as he grasps his dick, smearing his cum and your juices on your thigh to clean himself up. Raising his hand to suck on his finger and groans; enjoying the taste of you once again. Tugging his pants back up, he pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out some crumbled cash. “Here, bunny, I should take responsibility.”

With a chuckle William puts the cash in your trembling hand, leaning down to your cheek to give it a few doting kisses. Stroking your hip as he did. You whined when he pulled away, you were completely and utterly fucked. Your hand clenching around the dollar notes as you stare up at him. Your brain was utterly turned into putty. He grabbed your underwear from the floor, wiping his cum from your sloppy cunt but he didn’t return them. Putting your underwear inside his desk drawer, with a smile.

“Let’s get you presentable, I’ll send you home early, ain’t that a win?” He teased, giving your cheek another kiss before he grabs your clothes from the floor. Helping you redress and steadied you back on your feet.

“I’m hoping this won’t be our last time, bunny, you were perfect.” He reassures, squeezing your hands as he nuzzles his nose against yours. You blinked as you nodded, heart racing as you leaned against him. On your tiptoes to reach his height with a small smile. “Really?” You ask, voice shaky and quite. William nodding as he strokes your knuckles, giving your forehead a kiss.

“Go on, Bun, hop along!” He smacks your ass as he guides you out of his office. You stumbled out and tried to make yourself more presentable as you smoothed out your uniform and fixed a few buttons. You could hear your blood rushing through your ears as you went out of the pizzeria in a daze. Your brain is unable to stop the spinning wheel of his heavy breaths. His thrusts that left you still aching. Clutching the dollars tighter as you knew where you’d be going before heading home.

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Help Siraj relocate and rebulid his Home

Hey everyone, my friend Siraj has asked me to bring awareness to his story again and give some new updates, here it is:

Siraj, his wife, and his three children, once lived in a beautiful home in the Gaza Strip. It took ten years, long hours of working, and a lot debt to bulid. But it was their home, and they loved it for the promising future it repersented, and the love it was made with in the present.

But their home was destroyed shortly after the beginning of the IOF's bombing campaign, senselessly set on fire and hit with random shelling. The family was displaced six different times and forced into increasingly unfit places to live. No where they went was truly safe. The places they looked for refuge in were also threatened by bombing, evacuation orders forcing them to move again, and danger day and night.

[Siraj's home after the bombing]

As of now, Siraj and his family live in a tent on a street. The tent is hot, cramped, lacks basic necessities, and is surrounded by other unfit displaced palestinan tents, which makes disease prone to spreading far and wide around the area.

[Tent where Siraj, his wife and his childern are staying]

This tent isn't fit place for any type of human life, much less childern. Siraj's children have been forced to forget about their once peaceful life of playing and learning, and now spend their days cleaning the tent, going long distances for water (if isreal hasn't decided to bomb the route for water, not letting palestinans hydrate or wash for the day), and many more tasks too adult for childern. Every child deserves to be a child, and shouldn't be forced to provide for there family and fight for their life like this.

Siraj and his wife's only goal is to rebulid their life and home that was mercilessly destroyed by the IOF bombing campaign, and recontinue their life for them and their childern's.

Siraj's has a short term goal of trying to relocate to a safer area (10k CAD) after the khan younis massacre took place uncomfortably close to his family, and rebulid his home (82k CAD), which you can see the details of on his gofundme page.

His gfm was verified by @/nabulsi (#219), so dont hesitate.

Please donate. As of now, Siraj is literally 2,216 CAD away from his goal of 10k, 1,609 USD, which means roughly 213 people can donate 5 USD and fufill his goal. @/sar-soor is trying to have people match their donation of 25 CAD

And there other ways you can donate to Siraj while getting something in return, like @/sheplaysbassdotmp3's digital art raffle, and @/magnus-rhymes-with-swagness' raffle for a collector's version of the Wrinkle in Time series (which also helps other palestinan families)

And if you can't donate, follow Siraj at both @siraj2024 and @siiraj2024 (which is his backup account if his main account is continuously reported by zionist and is taken down), share his posts and updates, share others posts about him, send him some love, and keep him in the eyes of others.

july 29th edit: @/thylacid is also opening up commission for siraj! even if you're not into their art, just reblog this post and spread it around!

edit edit: and @/sinnabum45 is too

(very sorry to bother, im just tagging for reach!

@animatedtext @maclediumzeyheri @mermaidsinwondaland @danplanb-blog @vogue @staff @xgames-blog @lunar-femme @mermaidbutch @z @zac-gorman @the-slap-updates @nihongo @guanbo

again, very very sorry)

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Masquerade

A commission for @dustinlaughlin

The song belongs to @loli-momo1908 she created it. Thank you for creating a beautiful song :)

Angel Dust wakes up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor paces around him.

Captor - “Finally awake, Angel Dust.”

Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile.

Angel - “Yeah, and what's it to ya?”

Captor holds a knife against Angel's face while grabbing his hair.

Captor - “I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault.”

Angel Dust - *laughs like he's unbothered* “It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.”

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor - “Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel Dust - *stares defiantly* Do your worst. *breaks into a seductive smile* Daddy.”

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.

Angel - *On TV* ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!

Sir Pentious and Charlie were creeped out while watching this. Vaggie is annoyed while Niffty is rather interested. Meanwhile, Hardy was lying on the floor, unconscious with his face all red and his eyes spiraling in dizziness. As for Blitz, he was busy shielding his little sister, Sophie's from watching the porno and get traumatized. Sonya and Liz were upstairs drawing, Lucious and his parents went out to the park.

Angel - “You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!”

Sophie - *curious* “What’s that Angel?”

Blitz - *embarrassed* “N-Nothing Sophie! Why don’t you go to the kitchen to get a snack and play with Sonya and Liz in their room?”

Sophie - *happy* “Okay Blitzy!”

Blitz quickly led Sophie to the kitchen and glared at Angel angrily.

Angel - “What?”

Blitz - *angry* “YOU are SO lucky that Sophie didn’t see any of this shit cause I would had beaten you into a bloody pulp!”

Angel - *flirty* “Hmm. Sound sexy.”

Charlie - *uncomfortable* “Oh come on Blitz It's, uh... very... honest?... Oh. She turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.

Vaggie - *disgusted* “Ew!”

Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.

Angel - *On TV* “Oh, harder, Daddy!”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “Okay! Enough of that.”

Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel with a disapproving and unamused stare.

Vaggie - “Angel, what the fuck?”

Angel - “What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.”

Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass. He looked unimpressed by the movie.

Husk - “Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.”

Angel - *laughs, angry* “Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?”

Husk - “You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?”

Angel -*Gasps in insult* “Fuck you. This is classy art! *Gestures with two hands at the TV screen*

Angel - *On TV* “OH! FUUUCK!!”

The Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with a smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.

Husk - “That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point. *gestures to Sir Pentious* That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! *to Charlie* Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.”

Charlie - “What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no.” *Vaggie just stares at her silently.*

Husk - *to Vaggie* “This one. *Vaggie turns her attention away from Charlie and scowls at Husk, growling under her breath* Judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.”

Vaggie frowns before groaning.

Husk - *to Hardy* “Kung Fu boy down there, he's a would-be superhero who wishes to help everyone he can, but forbids anyone from helping him in return.”

Hardy didn't respond as he was still unconscious from Angel Dust's movie.

Husk - *to a scowling Blitz* “Bat boy here is a cliche misunderstood bad boy with lost parent issues and overstressed himself in being a parent to his sweet yet naive little sister by protecting her from the cruel side of Hell and not even giving her a chance to grow up.”

Blitz - *flips him off* “Oh fuck you!”

Husk - “Hell, even the Princess cousins the weird little boy and his shadow. I know the little boy has poor self esteem and worries about what other people think of them and their shadow deep down hate self themself for some deep problems they have.”

Husk - *gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously* “And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.”

Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey/wine he is holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs.

Angel - “You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow!”

Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning before sitting himself down on the couch's arm, close to Blitz.

Angel - “Kitten's got claws, *sexily to Blitz* eh Blitzy-Que?”

Angel gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Blitz flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Blitz's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other hand holding the bottom of Blitz's hand.

Blitz, in anger and disgust, shoves Angel Dust away from him, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move.

Blitz - *angrily* Don't call me Blitzy-Que, ya fuck!

Angel - “What? The name fits you it’s adorable like you.”

Husk - “And you! *scoffs* Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.”

Angel Dust - *acts surprised* “Oh ho ho, me? Fake? *sarcasm* Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And-- *phone vibrates and rings* Hold that thought. *answers the phone* Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... *nervously* No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there. *hangs up* Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot.”

Blitz - *skeptic* “Yeah, sure it is.”

Angel - “You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some emo thinks a' me. *pulls out shades from chest fluff* So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic.”

Blitz grits his teeth and clenches his fists at his comment as Angel flips him off, putting on his shades.

Charlie - *sprints after Angel* “Angel, you can't leave yet. *tries to stop him from leaving by taking his hands and gently leading him back to the lobby* We haven't finished our exercises for the day.”

Angel - “I'm sure you'll manage without me.”

Angel walks back over to the door to leave, grabs the handle, and opens it. Charlie sprints back after him and closes the door with her back, trying to block him from leaving.

Charlie - *nervous* “There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself.”

Angel places his hands on his hips and waist, growing annoyed and facepalming, trying to remain calm before taking off his shades with one hand, and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.

Angel Dust - *serious* “Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.”

Charlie frowns at what he said Angel moves her out of the way to the door, opens it, puts his shades back on, and slams the door and leaves. As he left, Hardy starts to come back to his senses.

Hardy - *groans in a daze* “Is the movie over?”

Husk - “Yeah the shit show is over.”

Hardy - *groans* “Oh thank god…I didn’t know if I couldn’t handle anymore of that…gross video.”

Blitz - *sighs* “Sometimes Angel is like a big spoiled child.”

Charlie - *upset* “Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?”

Vaggie - “Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.”

Charlie - “So?”

Vaggie - “So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?”

Charlie - *whines* “But that's so mean.”

Hardy - *gets up and approaches Charlie* “I wouldn't call it "mean", Charlie. Think of it more as... Tough Love.”

Charlie - *confident* “Yeah, okay... I could show tough love to Angel's boss... And convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!”

Vaggie - “Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.”

()()()()()()()()()()

At the porn studio, Angel Dust was rehearsing while Valentino supervises and a demon named Travis directs.

Angel - *acting* “Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh?...”

Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing.

Angel - “Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?”

Valentino - “Just improvise it. Do you think anyone watches it for the dialogue? *points to Travis, who nervously smiles and shakes his head* Action!”

A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays.

Angel - *acting helpless* “Oh, no. So many burglars... *sexily* and only one me! Whatever shall I do? *Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside* I guess I'll have to do all of you!”

One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed.

Angel - “Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me?”

Angel hears the door squeak open as Charlie and Hardy suddenly enter the studio. His eyes widened in a panic.

Angel - *shocked* “Charlie and Hardy?!”

Rocky - “Uh, my name's Rocky.”

Angel - *pushes Rocky off of him and the bed, sitting up.* “No one gives a shit.”

Charlie - “Oh, so this is where the magic happens. *As Charlie looks around she nearly bumps into a female Hellhound actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and shuffles back quickly and awkwardly from how close she accidentally was to her.* Oh, wow, that is- *Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in mud.* That is a lot.”

Hardy - “I’m trying hard not to throw up and pass out.”

Angel approaches them, putting on a robe and gently takes Charlie by her hand diverting her and Hardy's attention while he still sounds panicked.

Angel Dust - *panicking* “What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!”

Charlie - *serious tone* “I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please. *whispering softly* I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?”

Just as Charlie looks around and is about to walk away, Angel tries to gently but firmly grab her by the hand and pulls her away, frightened.

Angel - *freaking out* “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val-“

Valentino - *impatient* “Angel! What is the fucking hold up?”

Angel - “I'm coming.”

Valentino - “Not off-camera, you're not.”

Angel gently pushes Charlie back towards the door and opens it as she stands there.

Angel - *Panicked and talking fast* “Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go.”

Valentino - *appears behind Angel as he flinches* “Aaaah, Your Majesty.”

Angel - *whispers* “Oh, shit.”

Valentino - *Walks over to them* “Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. *pushes Angel behind him as he bends down and leans towards Charlie* What can I do for such a... Lovely specimen.”

He takes Charlie's left arm and pulls up her suit sleeve as he lecherously sticks his tongue out to lick her arm. But then, Hardy intervenes by uppercutting Valentino right in the chin, causing him to bite his tongue in pain.

Hardy - *threatening tone* “Get your filthy mouth away from her, flesh peddler!”

Valentino - *annoyed and spits a bit of blood out of his mouth* “And who the fuck are you? *to Angel Dust* Angel, who the fuck is this?”

Angel - *frantic* “Uh, nobody! Just a friend, Val! *tries to push Hardy out the door* They were just stopping by and now they need to leave.”

Hardy - *pushes Angel Dust aside* “Actually, the princess and I came to talk to you about Angel Dust.”

Valentino stiffens slightly when she mentions that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Angel waves his hands and gestures for him to stop.

Charlie - “Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.”

Hardy - “Despite how gross it is.”

Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried.

Valentino - “Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty and your friend, and enjoy the show. *motions the film crew back to the shoot as he walks back to his chair and sits beside Travis* Well, let's take this shit from the top!”

Travis - *Laughs* “Action!”

Angel - *feign being scared* “Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours.”

Rocky - “Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll…”

Then it shows Charlie whispering to the cameraman about the hotel. The cameraman wasn’t looking interested.

Charlie - *whispering* “...We do trust exercises everyday in the morning…”

Valentino - *shouts* “Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?”

Charlie - *realize it* “Ooh! I'm sorry. Were we too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel.”

Valentino - *fakes a smile* “Not at all, Princess! *he glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward, uneasy* It doesn't bother me one bit.”

Hardy - *serious tone* “Well, I happen to be bothered by this so-called film of yours, Valentino.”

Valentino - *slightly angry* “And what seems to be the problem, sir?”

Hardy - *serious tone* “My problem is you, Valentino. I've been told many stories about you, and I have to say, I see you in a god awful light.”

Angel Dust watches in discomfort and fear. Worried that Valentino would hurt Charlie and Hardy.

Valentino - *angrily* “Oh really?”

Hardy - “Yes. I don’t like your attitude and your movies are disgusting. Even the way you just treated Charlie was disgusting! What kind of man does that?!”

Valentino - *angrily gets off his chair and approaches him* “An overlord that owns THE biggest sex and porn industry in all of Hell and is on a fucking deadline to finish his latest masterpiece, that's what.”

Hardy - *scoffs* “More like a cheap mockbuster for the bargain bin.”

Valentino - *angrily glares at Hardy as he bends down to his face* “And what the fuck makes you think that you know movies better than me?”

Hardy - *mimics Sherlock Holmes* “Oh that's pure elementary my dear Watson. *narrows his eyes* They ain't yours.”

Valentino - *angrily fakes a laugh* “Oh-ho-ho-ho! A fucking comedian, I see! Why don't you give me the phone number of the person who writes your jokes?”

Hardy - “Why? Jealous that they are actually funnier than you?”

Charlie - *nervous* “Okay Hardy let not do this.”

Hardy - “No! I’m not afraid of him at all. I can tell Valentino is nothing but a weak low life bully who like to abuse others for his own sick pleasure.”

Valentino - *angrily* “You think you're stronger than me?! Me, fucking Valentino, an overlord who owns more souls than you ever could within a single day?!”

Hardy - *serious* “I earn my strength fairly through hard work and rigorous training! I don't need souls to swat you flat, window stain!”

Valentino - *furious* “Care to prove it, you little shit?!”

Hardy - *pulls his sleeve up* “Bring it on!”

Charlie - *worried* “Wait! You shouldn’t fight! It won't solve anything!”

Hardy - “Well this guy deserves it for being a horrible parasite!”

Valentino - *unfurls his coat into wings in fury* “I'll show you who's the parasite!”

Valentino lunges at Hardy and Hardy counters him with a jumping knee kick to his face. The two start to fight around the studio as the filming crew and actors ran to get out of the way. Angel Dust on the other hand watches in horror.

Angel - *panics* “Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!”

Hardy and Valentino were throwing punches and kicks at each other while wrecking all of the studio's equipment in their path.

Charlie - *frantic* “Guys stop it! Please stop it!”

Angel - *scared* “HARDY STOP!!!”

However, Hardy doesn't listen as they both keep fighting against one another. As they do, Hardy forcefully tears off a cable, causing electricty to cackle. He swings the electrical cable at Valentino shocking him back and soon it starts a fire that begins to spread.

Charlie - *nervously* “Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay. *she tries reaching to fix it but the cables and wires catch fire and begins to spread as she backs away from it. Angel and the four male actors are seen watching, eyes wide.* That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire.”

The crew and actors scream and flee while Angel remains on the bed, eyes wide, backing up against the pillows

Angel - “Oh shit…”

Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire, to no avail.

Charlie: *frantically in the middle of the fire* Can-Can we get a fire extinguisher?

Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down, trying to put out the fire, but still to no avail, as the screams and running continue while Hardy and Valentino were still fighting one another. Angel Dust was being overwhelmed from the whole chaos and starts to reach his breaking point.

Angel - *screams very loudly* “STTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!”

Everyone halted right where they stand and they turn their eyes toward Angel. Angel, while breathing heavily from such a scream, walks to an emergency water sprinkler and activates it. The sprinklers start pouring water around the studio, putting out the fire in seconds while everyone was standing and getting soaked. Angel approaches Hardy and Valentino.

Angel - *pleading* “Val... Let me deal with him, please?”

Without saying a word, Valentino releases Hardy from his grip and Angel Dust drags Hardy away into his dressing room. Once they were out of the scene, Valentino and Charlie turn to each other and she smiles awkwardly.

Charlie - *awkwardly* “Um, I can pay for the damages, if you like. Cash or credit?”

Inside Angel's dressing room, Angel shoves Hardy from out of his grip and looks at him with a very upset expression.

Angel - “Hardy, *upset* What. The Fuck?! Were you THINKING?!”

Hardy - “Angel why are you working for him?! He’s nothing but a low life creep!”

Angel - “He’s my boss okay! I need the money, and I’m very talented at what I do. Plus you don’t know what Val can do.”

Hardy - “I don't care what he's capable of, A.D.! I saw how he treats his workers, and I can obviously tell that he treats you all the same!”

Angel - “I'm used to it, Hardy! I've put up with Val's shit for years.”

Hardy - *disgusted* “And you just go with it like it was nothing?! Do you really have such a low opinion on your well-being?! How self-destructive are you, man?!”

Angel - *angry* “It’s none of your fucking business! I never ask you or the princess to come here! You guys made everything worst!”

Hardy - “We were trying to help you!”

Angel - “Well you're not! What you did is not listen to me and pissed Val off! If you want to help me, then you and the princess should get the fuck out of here and let me do my job!”

Hardy - “FUCK THIS JOB, A.D.! I REFUSE TO LET ONE OF MY FRIENDS-“

Angel - *angrily shouts* “WE! ARE NOT! FRIENDS”!

Hardy stops and just blankly stares at Angel Dust in shock.

Angel *angrily* “We were never friends to begin with, Hardy! I only said that so I could leave you and Charlie to leave! The only thing you are is a pain in my ass!”

Hardy just stared at Angel Dust's angry face, as he slowly lowered his head.

Hardy - *hurt but serious* “I see... *sighs* Sorry for caring about you.”

Hardy sadly passes by Angel Dust exits the door as Angel sadly watches him leave, showing a little sign of guilt for hurting him. Hardy continues to walk his way to the exit as Charlie notices his sad expression.

Charlie - *worried* “Hardy, are you okay?”

Hardy - *sad tone* “Come on, Charlie. We're leaving.”

Charlie - “But, what about Angel?”

Hardy - “There's no point, Charlie. He's not coming with us. Let's go.”

Hardy walks out of the door as Charlie turns her head back to Angel, who just got out of his dressing room. Charlie just stared at Angel with disappointment in her eyes and shook her head sadly. She turns and leaves to catch up with Hardy.

Valentino - *laughs and chuckles slowly in satisfaction, approaching Angel from behind, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over his back* Good boy. And here I thought I was gonna beat the shit out of you for bringing them here.”

Angel - *sad and uncomfortable* “Yeah…Can we get back to work please?”

Valentino - “Of course, and I hope you don't mind, Angel Cakes. But since your friends have wasted so much time on this film, I'm afraid that I am now going to need you to work all night for this film. I hope you understand.”

Angel Dust - *sighs* “Whatever you say, Val.”

Valentino - “That's my star.”

Angel resumes his film as Valentino proudly sits back on his chair.

Valentino - *darkly* “And... action.”

Angel starts to film porno after porno, intertwined with him performing a pop-music dance sequence.

Angel - ♪ I'm not above a love to cash in ♪

♪ Another lover underneath those flashin' lights ♪

♪ Another one of those ruthless nights ♪

A bunch of actors appear to perform a gang bang. Angel winces as he gets choked by his co-stars.

Angel - ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Angel pole-dances at the club.

Angel - ♪ I shoulda' guessed that this would happen ♪

♪ I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes ♪

Angel on his knees prepared to give a blowjob to a fellow demon, while glancing at Valentino smiling.

Angel - ♪ Spewin' all your red-hot lies ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ What's the worst part of this hell? ♪

♪ I can only blame myself ♪

Angel dances with Valentino bound by smoke-chains.

Angel - ♪ 'Cause I know you're poison ♪

♪ You're feedin' me poison ♪

♪ Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow ♪

♪ Up your poison ♪

♪ I made my choice, and ♪

♪ Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow ♪

Shots alternate between Angel having sex with Valentino and him snorting drugs, lying in a bed of cash with two other demons.

Angel - ♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh! ♪

♪ Any way you want me, baby ♪

♪ That's the way you got me, I'll be yours ♪

Valentino's nightmarish silhouette appears in front of Angel in bed.

Angel - ♪ My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison ♪

In a different porn scene as Angel gets fitted in BDSM gear.

Angel - ♪ I got so good at bein' untrue ♪

♪ I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear ♪

Valentino takes Angel's cigarette and blows the smoke into his face. Angel shakes his head to get rid of the smoke, but all he sees is Valentino walking away before a black blindfold is put over his eyes.

Angel Dust: ♪ I disassociate, disappear ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Having been fully fitted in BDSM gear, Angel gets manhandled by his co-stars and has his head forced into an actor's crotch for another blowjob.

Angel - ♪ So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp ♪

Angel dances to a pop-MV choreography, with the BDSM scenes displayed on the LED screens.

Angel - ♪ Yeah, I know it's poison ♪

♪ You're feedin' me poison ♪

♪ I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow ♪

♪ Up your poison ♪

♪ I made my choice, and ♪

Angel is choked, and his blindfold comes undone, revealing his fear and pain, while Val sticks out his tongue in arousal. The pop choreography continues with shots of the BDSM scene. Angel is shown struggling and pounding the ground as if trying to resist.

Angel - ♪ Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow ♪

Angel is shown screaming and crying out in pain.

Angel Dust: ♪ Oh-oh, oh-oh! ♪

♪ Any way you want me, baby ♪

♪ That's the way you got me, I'll be yours ♪

♪ My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison ♪

Valentino smiles lecherously as he grabs and drags Angel away from the stage. Angel appears scared.

Angel snaps back to reality, exhausted and traumatized. He locks the door and stumbles backward and walks out to the balcony to catch a breath only to see Vox and Valentino below, smiling and shaking hands possibly striking a deal or an agreement to something as Vox side-glances up at the balcony seeing Angel Dust his smile falters a bit. Valentino turns his head to also see Angel. They both smile as Vox's figure disappears into electricity and leaves while Valentino turns his back and walks away.

Angel - ♪ Poison, I'm drownin' in poison ♪

♪ I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow ♪

♪ Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison ♪

♪ Wish I had something to live for tomorrow. ♪

The song ends with Angel collapsing and crying on the balcony of the porn studio.

()()()()()()()()()

Cuts to a worn out Angel Dust returning to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup.

Angel - *exhausted* “Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.”

Husk - “Hmm, You look like shit.”

Angel - *takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile* “Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new.”

As Husk was making Angel's drink, Blitz was coming by and decided to take a seat.

Angel - *sexily* “Hey handsome~”

Blitz - *annoyed* “Don't start with me.”

Angel - “What? You don’t want a drink?”

Blitz - “You know I don’t drink the crap you and Husk usually drink. They taste gross.”

Angel - *shrugs* “Your lost.”

Husk hands Angel his drink and he snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaves a small portion spilled.

Angel - *annoyed* “Eugh, I said a strong one.”

Husk - “Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.”

Angel - “Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink.”

Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.

Blitz - *sighs* “Look, not that I care, but drinking until you're wasted isn't going to solve your problems.”

Husk - “He's got you there. I should know, I've been looking for the solution for a long time at the bottom of a bottle.” *cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol*

Angel - “Oh , and where should I Iook? Hmm? *sexily towards Blitz* In your bedroom, maybe? *Blitz flinches and stiffens* Under the covers? *Angel shakes his shoulders suggestively as Blitz cringes back* Maybe we can go look together.”

Blitz's eye twitches as he holds up his hand, gesturing to Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed.

Blitz - “I said. Don't!”

Angel - “Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap! *Angel grabs one of Blitz's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself* What do you say... cutie?”

Upon saying that word, Blitz's mind flashed an image of a particular female demon giving out a suggestively sinister smile towards him, which badly triggers the bat demon big time.

Blitz - *angrily shouts* “GET OFF!”

Out of instinct, Blitz angrily punches Angel Dust in the face real hard that he fell out of his stool, causing the bottle of alcohol in his hand to slip from his grasp and smash onto the floor, spilling. Angel scowls at him.

Blitz - *angrily triggered* “Don't. You. EVER! Touch me, you filthy slut! That act of yours may work on other slimeballs, but not me! I've dealt with filth like you before, and I am NOT going to fall for it ever again! You’re nothing but a filthy FAKE!”

Angel, now agitated and filled with rage.

Angel - *Shouts angrily as his pupils and freckles glow a dark neon magenta, taking the appearance of additional eyes. Angel gets up in Blitz face* “Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you.”

Blitz got up to his face with no fear at all.

Blitz - “Fake.”

Angel - “Fuckin' asshole—! *attempts to lunge at Blitz, but he moves aside, causing himself to crash his face against one of the bar's snake support beams and fall back on the floor* Arrgh! God!”

Husk - *leans over the bar counter to stare down at Angel* “Ya guys done?”

Angel - *growls angrily* “Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me! *throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Blitz but misses as Blitz glares angrily* Ya know how much I'm worth? *chuckles* You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you. Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!”

Blitz - *angrily* “Good! I'd much rather be alone than to be stuck with some pathetic freeloader who doesn't deserve to be redeemed!”

That phrase right there, that really struck Angel badly as tears begin to appear in his face as he storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie.

Vaggie - *surprised* “Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?”

Angel - “Out!” *slams the door*

Vaggie - “Blitz, what did you do?”

Blitz - “He just had a talk with him. Besides, he started it anyway.”

Husk - “All I did was make him a drink.”

Charlie - *worried* “Oh no, he seems very upset.”

Blitz - “Who cares? The fucker deserved it.”

Blitz walks past Charlie and Vaggie and goes up the stairs.

Vaggie - “Blitz, where are you going

Blitz - “I'm going to bed.”

Blitz walked upstairs and was about to enter his room. Just when he open the door, he heard:

“Are you okay Blitzy?”

She turned and saw Sophie in her pajamas looking worried as she was holding her teddy bear.

Blitz - *sighs* “I'm fine Sophie. I just... I had a bad time with Angel Dust. He was being a jerk and... We got into a fight, and he stormed off.”

Sophie - “Oh…Maybe you should go after him.”

Blitz - “Sophie, he’s a big boy. He can figure out his way home.”

Sophie - *worried* “But what if something bad happens to him? He could get really hurt or worse.”

Blitz doesn't know how to respond as he gazes into Sophie's innocent worried eyes. She even gave him the puppy eyes and even a tough guy like Blitz can’t resist it.

Blitz - *mutters to himself* “Oh give me strength... *to Sophie* Alright, sis. I'll go follow him.”

Sophie - *smiles* “That’s good. But make sure you both apologize because you both were really mean to each other.”

Then she heard an oink and saw Fat Nuggets.”

Sophie - *happy* “Oh hi Nuggies! You okay? *Fat Nuggets oinks at her* Are you feeling lonely? You can sleep with me until Angel comes back.”

Blitz - “I can't guarantee that we will, but I'll try. You two just go back to bed and get some sleep. I'll be back with Angel.”

Sophie - *smiles* “Thanks, big brother.”

Blitz goes down the stairs while Charlie and Vaggie were talking until they notice Blitz coming down.

Charlie - *surprised* “Blitz? I thought you were going to bed.”

Blitz - “My sister was getting worried for Angel Dust, so I decided that I'm going after him.”

Charlie - “Wait, don’t force him back to the hotel. Just make sure he’s okay. I mean Hardy and I made things worse for him when we tried to help him…”

Vaggie - *comforting* “But honey it wasn’t your fault.”

Charlie - *shakes her head* “No Vaggie. I need to share some of the blame because Angel told us not to go and we didn’t listen to him…Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... Boundaries.”

Charlie goes off to do her letters while Blitz goes out to find Angel Dust.

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In the middle of a street, Blitz finds Angel Dust going into a bar and follows him inside. Inside the bar, Angel was sitting with a gang of shark demons, snorting drugs.

Angel - “Oh yeah.”

As Blitz enters the bar someone bumps into him which makes him growl and glare in their direction briefly until he hears Angel and the gang of sharks laughing.

Angel - *laughing* “I'm so fucked up!”

Blitz - *to himself* “Fucking idiot.”

Blitz sits at the bar counter, placing money down, and orders a drink.

Blitz - “Just give me some water”

The bartender places a glass down and pours some water in it as Blitz continues to watch Angel with the shark demons.

Angel - “Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?”

Demon Shark - “You got that right!”

The gangsters laugh with Angel as Blitz watches and snarls.

Angel - *to one demon* “Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!”

The demon is seen taking his and Angel's empty glasses by the bar counter as he sits down on a stool next to Blitz who glares at him in suspicion as the bartender pours the liquor in the two glasses. The shark demon reaches into his suit and takes out some love potion/drug and pours it into Angel's drink making the color pink. Blitz eyes widen as in shock he watches and the demon gets up from the stool to return to Angel.

Blitz huffs and sets his water aside. He knew that if something happened to Angel, it would be in his hands. He might be annoyed with the spider demon, but never wanted anything like this happening to him.

Blitz - *muttering* “Son of a-“

Demon Shark - “Here you go, darling. Just for you-“

Just as Angel is about to reach for the drink, Blitz appears from behind the demon and grabs him by the back of his suit, lifting him off of the ground as the drinks spill.

Demon - *shocked* “Woah!”

Blitz - *serious* “Don't even think about it, punk.”

Angel watches in surprise as Blitz throws the demon across the room, causing him to scream and land headfirst into a jukebox as up tempo music plays and another demon dodges. The rest of the gangsters take out their guns.

Blitz - “Come on, we're outta here.”

Blitz grabs Angel's arm and pulls him behind him while he fires a blast of magic from his hands at the demons, which blows them against the wall and drops their guns. Then, Blitz used his magic to loosen the net from the ceiling and fall on to the sharks, immobilizing them.

Angel - *confused* “What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey!”

Blitz drags Angel out of the bar.

Angel - *struggling to break free* “Blitz! What the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me.”

Blitz - “No. I'm takin' you back to the hotel. Even if I have to carry you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”

Angel - “Even though that sounds hot, get off! I’m not a fucking baby!”

Blitz - “That fucker put somethin' in your drink. I saw him do it!”

Angel - “You don't think I can tell if someone spiked my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!”

Blitz - “You just let people drug you all the time?”

Angel - “You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask Hardy to save me, and I certainly didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.”

Blitz - “Oh yeah? Well it sure didn't look like it to me. What I saw was a sad loser who just destroys himself like he doesn't care.”

Angel Dust - *chuckles, incredulous* “Oh look who’s talking. When you started to give a shit about me or anybody else? All you do is mope and act like you hate everything and everybody. So now you're going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please. You never open up to anybody, why should I do it?”

He began to walk away. Blitz looked down for a bit and realized that Angel is right: in a way, Blitz is similar to Angel: they don’t open their true feelings to people. While Blitz does with Sophie, not everybody else. But Blitz also knew Angel can’t keep acting like this either.

Blitz - “Well maybe I would give a shit if you weren't putting up that slutty behavior and overstepping my boundaries. Let me tell you, I don't care if you're a huge deal. I don't care if you're the biggest celebrity in all of Hell. Maybe if you stop for a moment and show me the real you behind that masquerade of yours, I would actually be nice to you for once. So do yourself a favor, and quit with the acting!”

Angel stops walking, eyes widening before tears form in the corner of his eyes. He drops the Angel Dust persona completely.

Angel - “It's not an act!”

Blitz flinches back a bit and stares at Angel in shock.

Angel - *sobbing* “It's who I need to be. *crosses arms to chest* And this... *gestures to the red light street* This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore…”

Blitz stands there listening and staring as he frowns at what Angel says.

Angel - “...and maybe he'll let me go…”

Angel sits down on the sidewalk, curling up into a small ball with his legs close to his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head buried into his knees.

Blitz stares at Angel with sympathy, pity, and guilt, then walks over and sits down on the pavement near him. He took a deep breath and said:

Blitz - *sighs* “I...Once I had a girlfriend.”

Angel looks at Blitz, listening to him.

Blitz - “She was a sinner named Britney. Britney Coleman. She was beautiful, gorgeous. But all that was just a masquerade for who she really was.”

Angel - “What did she do?”

Blitz - “She was nothing but a toxic bratty psychopath. She always wanted things her way. Didn’t like it when I didn’t give her attention, or spend time with her, or anything. To her I was just property that she wanted to own.

Angel - “Like how Val was with me…What made you leave her?”

Blitz - “My sister, Sophie.”

Blitz flashbacks to the time where Britney tried to get rid of Sophie from getting in the way.

Blitz - *narrating* “She was really worried about me and Britney didn't like it. She attempted to hurt her. Get rid of her for good.”

Britney venomously glared down at a terrified and crying Sophie. Blitz witnessed and was shocked at what he was seeing.

Blitz - *monologuing* “And then, I just snapped. Seeing my sister crying and scared like that drove me over the edge.”

Blitz became angry as his eyes turned red and he began to shapeshift into his true demon form.

Blitz - “My true demon form managed to scare her off. But ever since then…I was too scared to be in a relationship because I was scared what if it gets toxic again? Or what if they want to hurt Sophie? Or get rid of her.”

From hearing his story, Angel Dust finally understood why Blitz was rejecting his advancements. It was so that he wouldn't make the same mistake that almost got his sister killed. Blitz and Angel sat in silence for moment before Blitz got up and started to sing.

Blitz - ♪ So, you've been alone, all broken up ♪

♪ Like a bent candle with no flames to burn up ♪

♪ Your life seems hopeless while you still get to pretend ♪

♪ Well, let me tell you, your facade will soon come to an end~ ♪

♪ Just be true to yourself ♪

♪ No more of your little bullshit ♪

♪ Just cut the act, 'Cause this is it ♪

♪ It's not worth for some so called "wealth" ♪

♪ Unlock your true heart, put an end of your misery ♪

♪ If you want open your wings, just be honest with me ♪

♪ When I was in love, my feelings have been used ♪

♪ By someone who does not appear to be, what a ruse ♪

♪ But now, I've realized that staying true gives me strength ♪

♪ Now it's your turn to give yourself your own length ♪

Angel - ♪ So staying true really gives you all that shit? Just like that? ♪

Blitz - Yep. ♪ And if you can do it, there's nothing you can't do~ ♪ *points to nearby poster of Valentino* Not even that rat.

♪ Just be true to yourself, it's okay to release your own feelings

and furthermore ♪

Angel - Don't mind what anybody says?

Blitz - ♪ If you don't, then you're winning ♪

♪ You don’t need to put up an act just to please that rat ♪

Angel - ♪ I can see myself as a winner and not take shit from any sinners! ♪

Blitz - ♪ Because you’re being true to yourself. You have feelings that are valid and don’t need to feel challenged ♪

Instrumental motions with Blitz and Angel started dancing and waltzing while spotlights shining at them from above.

Angel - ♪ It's time my act comes to an ending ♪

Blitz - ♪ There's no more of your pretending ♪

Blitz & Angel - ♪ All it takes is some bravery ♪ *Blitz dips Angel as their eyes locked into each other's*

♪ Then we start the journey of being true just for you and me~.... ♪

Just then, the shark demons interrupt and furiously fire at Angel and Blitz.

Shark Demon - *angry* “There he is! They're fucking singing?! Get 'em!”

Blitz - *determined* “Ah fuck! Take cover, I got this!”

Angel - *worried* “Blitz wait!”

Demon - *cocky* “Hehe, you're fucking dead-“

Blitz beat up each goon with relative ease using his magic and his strength, but had trouble with one goon jumping on his back and put him a choke hold.

Blitz - *struggling* “Get the fuck off of me!

Shark Demon - “No change rat with wings! You mess with us, you get-“

Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.

Angel - “Eat lead, sucka!! *lends a hand to Blitz* I told ya. I can handle myself, baby.”

Angel pulls out 5 extra guns and begins fighting the rest of the demons with Blitz until all the shark demons are reduced to blood and guts.

Shark demon - *groans* “This did not go as planned*dies*”

Angel and Blitz were now banged up and covered in the goons' blood.

Blitz - *impressed* “Well, that was something I didn't expect to see. You were pretty badass.”

Angel - “Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.”

Blitz - *smiles* “Good to know, cause this guy ain't that bad.”

Angel - *smiles* “And you were pretty awesome yourself with that magic shit and stuff.”

The two smiled at each other and they both walked back to the hotel.

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As Charlie was on the couch looking over the apology letter she wrote for Angel, she heard the door open. It was Angel and Blitz who returned to the hotel, laughing together.

Angel - *laughing* “He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!”

Blitz - “Ha! And this is the dude you gotta take orders from?”

Angel - “I know! What a fucking joke, right?”

Charlie rushes to Angel in relief and hugs him tightly.

Charlie - *apologetic* “I'm so sorry, Angel. I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever-“

Angel - “Charlie, it's fine. I get it. *softly* Thanks... for caring about me.”

Charlie weeps tears of joy. Angel picks her up and gives her to Vaggie.

Angel - “Ehh, I think this is yours.”

Vaggie - *smiles* “Okay missy, let's get you to bed.”

Charlie - *still blubbering* “He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! *inaudible cries* It's so beautiful, Vaggie…”

Blitz - “So, wanna get something to drink?”

Angel - “Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. I've got something to do real fast.”

Blitz - “Okay, I'll tell Husk to get yours ready.”

Blitz leaves to the bar as Angel Dust looks up the stairs, with guilt in his eyes. He saw Sophie’s door open and saw Sophie asleep with Fat Nuggets in her arms. Angel smiles and was happy that at least his piggy was safe and with somebody he trust.

Hardy was in his room, practicing his kung fu on his wooden training dummy when he heard a knock on the door.

Hardy - “It's open.”

Angel opened the door and saw Hardy. They both stare at each other awkwardly until Angel spoke first.

Angel - “Hey.”

Hardy - “Hey.”

Angel - *guilty* “Umm…I wanted to tell you about what happened earlier…I didn’t really mean that stuff I said about you and the princess not being my friends. I know you both care a lot about me. I just didn’t want you guys to get wrapped up in Val’s shit. Val was my problem and... I wanted to solve it on my own without getting those that I care get caught in the crossfire.”

Hardy stared at Angel Dust.

Angel - *sighs* “What I'm trying to say is... We are friends, Hardy. And I really appreciated that you stand up for me. Just, next time, let me handle Val, okay?”

Hardy slowly approaches Angel Dust. Then, he wrapped his arms around him and gave him a big hug.

Hardy - “Sure thing... Buddy. I’ll admit it was my fault too because I started the fight and made things worse. I will be better at handling things like that. I promise.”

Angel Dust was rather surprised to see Hardy hugging him and forgiving him, but he smiles and hugs him back.

Angel - “Say, you wanna join me and Blitz, and get a drink?”

Hardy - “As long as it ain't alcoholic, I'm down with it.”

Hardy and Angel Dust walk out of Hardy's room to meet up with Blitz back down stairs.

The End.

[shallyne]

Feysand Week Day 3

Feyre grimaced after taking her second shot of the evening, making Mor and Cassian giggle. The party was in full swing by now and both of her friends are set on getting Feyre drunk. "It's your birthday!" they are telling her, "You're free!"

She supposed she was and she supposed she should celebrate her freedom after leaving Tamlin. Yes, Feyre knew they were right but she wasn't into celebrating her birthdays, she never found them important enough after a childhood full of forgotten birthdays. Cassian and Mor wanted to show Feyre the magic of birthday parties but if getting drunk was the best way? She doubted it. Feyre shook her head, catching a glimpse of the poster that her friends hung up for the party. "Can we take this down now?" Feyre asked, pointing to her mugshot.

Mor laughed as Cassian replied, "Absolutely not! This day needs to be remembered forever!"

"It's been almost six years!" she told them, suppressing a smile.

Mor slapped her hand on the table in a mock gesture, "I don't know why you want to forget! You were fully in your right to punch Ianthe in the face. She deserved it! Embrace it, bestie!"

Feyre rolled her eyes, "I didn't punch her! It was a slap!" she told her as the song that blasted out of the speakers came to an end, and a new one started. Cassians gaze fell behind Feyre and he stood up.

"My brother is here! I'll be back Ina sec."

Feyre nodded as Mor filled her shot glass again, "Don't look like that, only that one. I know you don't like celebrating your birthday, Feyre, so let's celebrate how far you've come since you left you're toxic hometown." she pushed one glass towards Feyre and raised the other, "To my friend who I am very proud of!"

Feyre huffed, blinking away tears, and they clinked their glasses. She threw back that shot as Cassian stopped back at their table, "Feyre, may I introduce you to Rhysand?"

"You may," she replied, fixing the cheap plastic crown on her, "It's nice to meet y-" she stopped as she locked eyes with a male who was beautiful beyond reason, smiling at her with his hands in his pockets. Feyre swallowed, she recognized him. From her memories, from her dreams. She had thought she had him much more beautiful in her memories because she was under the influence of alcohol back then but her memories didn't even come close to the man standing before her. "I– I know you!" she blurted out.

He raised his eyebrows in question, a smile tugging at his beautiful lips. "Oh?"

"Yup!" Feyre giggled, a wave of happiness rolling over her, "You arrested me at Rita's six years ago! In Velaris!" she exclaimed so loudly over the music that heads turned her way. She ignored them, scooting to the side to make room for him. "Sit down, officer...uh..."

"Rhysand." he told her, sitting down. Cassian took the seat across from them and her friends watched them in amusement. "But please call me Rhys."

"Okay, officer Rhys," he opened his mouth but Feyre kept talking, "How is it going? Still a cop?"

"I–yes, I am." he replied, taking a drink from Mor. "What about you? I heard you're an artist."

"Indeed, I am." Feyre straightened proudly, "I am working with Ressina and I went to art school in New York." she nodded to herself, "You must train a lot as a cop. You definitely look like you do."

Amusement danced in his eyes, "A few times a week." he replied.

"Cool, cool, cool," she said, "Very impressive. Must be hard, I couldn't do that. I mean I could if I wanted to but I don't."

Rhys chuckled, "It's not for everyone." Feyre nodded in agreement. He leaned back in his seat, relaxed, "Do you do commissions?"

"Why? Do you want one?" Feyre asked, brushing a fleck of invisible dust from her jeans. "I can give you my number and we can talk about specifics tomorrow if–"

"If?" Rhys asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Feyre leaned forward, pointing to the group of people who danced, "If you dance with me, officer Rhys."

Rhys smiled brightly, "It would be an honor, Feyre darling." he laughed softly, extending his hand. Feyre took it, following him into the crowd of people.

The next morning Feyre woke up with a message from an unknown number.

>> Hey, it's Rhys

Feysand Taglist:

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @edgyellie @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

[twistedtummies2]

Glamour - Chapter 3 (Trade)

This is the third part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD

This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;) Parts one and two have already been released the past two days; the fourth and final section will go up tomorrow. Be on the lookout!

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ. NOTE/DISCLAIMER: Once again, I referenced a song from "Labyrinth" (performed and composed by David Bowie) here. Once again, I hold no rights to the lyrics, figured I should still put this here, though.

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“This can’t be!” “Well, it sure seems like it can.” You and Grim watched anxiously as Divus Crewel and Maverick Mokulau paced across the stage. The audience had been cleared out, with the help of Neige LeBlanche, and local security had been called to investigate. Vil Schoenheit and Keala Cravalho had both split up to help them out. Speaking of which…all four of you looked up as the familiar clip-clopping of heels announced the return of the two students. “Have you searched the dressing rooms?” inquired Professor Crewel. “Every last one!” exclaimed Keala. “And?” “Nothing! It’s just…gone!” “You two were supposed to be on the ball today,” Vil scowled in your direction. “Nya! Don’t look at us!” Grim yowled, fur bristling with aggravation. “No, Grim, he’s right,” you sighed. “We may not have been in charge of security, but we should have been more on top of things, as Stage Managers. All those mishaps, culminating in the trophy being stolen…” “What does ‘culminating’ mean?” Grim meowed, in response. You and Vil groaned in tandem.

“It has to be around here somewhere,” fretted Keala. “I sincerely doubt that, at this point,” frowned Vil. “What is security up to now?” Mokulau demanded to know. “They’ve begun interviewing some of the contestants, to see if anybody noticed anything suspicious,” Vil replied. “I regret to say they haven’t had much luck.” “Someone had to see something!” Grim suddenly screeched. “All anybody saw were stars,” droned Vil. “That flash of light blinded everybody who might have gotten a good look.” “What was that flash, anyway?” murmured Keala, scratching his chin. “It didn’t seem like just a normal lighting trick.” “You’ve got that right, kid,” grumbled Mokulau, tipping his shades down as he turned his head up thoughtfully, hands stuffed into his pockets. “Wasn’t just an illusion, either…” “It seemed to me,” Crewel broke in, “Like some form of magic.” Those words caused something to click inside your brain. You suddenly let out a shout of frustration and slapped your forehead. “Oh, you Dumbo!” you cried out…then, noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, you quickly explained: “Not you all. Me. I think I know who did this!” “You do?” Grim blinked. “Yes. But I’m going to need more proof,” you said solemnly, and stood up. It was time to take charge. “Vil, Mr. Mokulau, Keala? Can I ask you three to accompany me?” “If you feel it’s necessary,” Vil said slowly, while the two Royal Sword members nodded in agreement. “Good,” you smiled, then looked at Professor Crewel. “I think you and Grim should help security, sir. I may be completely wrong, and I don’t think ALL of us need to go at once.” “That seems reasonable,” Crewel nodded, and pointed at Grim with his familiar rod. “Come, puppy! We have work to do!” With a swirl of his fur coat, Divus Crewel flounced away. Grim growled grouchily. “First I’m a cat, then I’m a puppy,” he grumbled. “I’m getting sick of this…” “Just behave,” you sighed, and shooed the little imp away. With a sniff and a snort, he followed Professor Crewel away. “So, where are we goin’?” Maverick asked, crossing his tattooed arms. “To see Hop the Dwarf,” you replied, and beckoned for the three to follow you. “I think he’s the first stop we should make.” “Whatever you say, Basil of Baker Street,” Keala smirked with a shrug. You just gave him a blank look. “Forget it,” he chuckled, waving it off. Vil and Mokulau rolled their eyes. You just shook your head and led the group away. It was time to start getting a few answers.

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“Who knew what kind of instrument you would be playing?” you asked Hop the Dwarf. Yourself and Keala stood inside the little fellow’s dressing room, while Vil and Mokulau - having seniority as judges - stood outside the room to guard it, just in case the culprit you suspected should show up. Hop scratched his head as he pondered the inquiry. “Well…I had to fill out a form to let management know,” he pointed out. “I’m aware,” you nodded. “But who else might have known?” “Did you tell any of the other contestants, maybe someone in the audience?” asked Keala. “I don’t think so,” said Hop, shaking his round little head. “Only Gran and Dominic, and they wouldn’t do a thing like that!” “No, of course they wouldn’t,” you sighed, feeling rather frustrated by the answer. This hadn’t gotten you anywhere you hoped it would. “I guess your hunch was wrong,” said Keala, weakly. “Seems that way,” you grumbled. “Wait a moment!” Hop suddenly squeaked, snapping his tiny fingers in realization. “There was that one guy…!” “One guy?” you and Keala chorused. “Uh-huh!” nodded Hop. “See, there was this guy…” He indicated you. “...I think he goes to your school…anyway, he said he was trying to find his lost guitar pick, and he was asking around if anybody had seen it. I told him I hadn’t seen it, and he said that was okay. He then asked what I was doing for my act, out of curiosity. I didn’t think there was anything wrong, so I told him my plans for my performance.” “So he would have known which instrument you were using and where you kept it?” “Well, not where I KEPT it, no,” said Hop with a slight giggle. “I didn’t tell him THAT much!” “Still,” Keala murmured, now catching on to what you were anticipating, “If he knew you had the instrument in here, and knew what he was looking for, he could have come in at any time you weren’t around.” “Did you leave the room at any point?” you asked the young dwarf. “Just for a few minutes for a snack break,” shrugged Hop. “That would do it,” you said gravely. “Can you tell me what he looked like?” “He wore a gold coat, and a glove on one hand. He also had purple eyes.”

Keala sucked in a breath sharply. You looked quickly towards him. “What’s wrong?” you asked the young man in the red shirt. Keala hesitated before answering: “I saw the same guy near my dressing room after I went to the bathroom for a spell. I’d left the door open when I left.” “So he could have gotten in while you were away?” Keala nodded, and added another detail: “He had a guitar bag slung over his shoulder. At the time, I assumed it carried his instrument, but…” Cravalho trailed off. You could easily guess the rest. You nodded to him, then at Hop, smiling slightly with a sense of slight triumph. “Thanks, little guy,” you said to the Dwarf. Hop gave a cheery mock-salute. You and Keala each returned the gesture, then exited the room, shutting the door behind you. “Well!” you said, clapping your hands together. “That cinches it.” “You know who’s behind this?” Mokulau checked. “I’m pretty sure, yep,” you nodded, then looked at Vil. “I’m afraid he’s one of your students.” Vil’s eyes widened, but only for a moment. “You don’t mean Taoka, do you?” he asked. “I’m afraid so. Do you know what his Unique Magic is like?” “I have not had a chance to experience it, no,” Vil answered, shaking his head. “I have. Or, at least, I think I have,” you said. “He’s the one who took the Lanternblossoms that Grim and I needed for our assignment with Professor Crewel. When he did, he lifted his hand, muttered some sort of spell…” “And let me guess,” interjected Mokulau, “There was a disorienting, golden flash of light?” “Just like the one that everybody got hit with when the trophy was stolen,” you confirmed.

“If it’s a signature spell, then there can be no doubt,” frowned Vil, clearly cross at the idea of one of his own Pomefiore dorm-mates being potentially responsible. “But we’re lacking the negligible item of evidence.” “He’s got a point,” Keala concurred. “Security checked all the dressing rooms, including his. They would have found it then, wouldn’t they have?” That was a good point, which you had no answer for. Mokulau scratched at his bear-like chest, then lifted a finger as he spoke up authoritatively. “The way it sounds to me,” he said, seriously, “There are three answers to this problem. The first is that our Stage Manager is either wrong or outright lying to us.” “I’m inclined to think they are correct,” Vil said, and gave you a supportive smile. “For all the faults the Prefect of Ramshackle has, I have no reason to doubt everything they’ve said as being as true and factual as they can manage.” You smiled gratefully. “I figured that,” nodded Maverick. “The second answer is that this Tapioca-” “Taoka,” corrected Vil. “-Whatever…the second answer is that he’s somehow managed to hide the trophy in his room, in a way security wouldn’t be able to uncover. I don’t think that’s true, either: if he’d used a cloaking spell, for example, they would’ve checked for it immediately.” “Then what’s the third option?” questioned Keala. “I think I can guess that,” you answered, and raised an eyebrow at the Royal Sword instructor. “It’s that he’s hidden the trophy - and maybe all the other things he’s presumably taken - somewhere offsite. Right?” “In the time before and after his performance, he could have had a chance to hide the instruments and all the rest,” reasoned Mokulau. “And in the confusion after he swiped the trophy, he might have been able to slip off to somewhere, provided it wasn’t very far away.” “There’s plenty of options,” said Vil, solemnly, a hand to his chin as he pondered things. “It would have been risky, but so was stealing everything to begin with. In the words of a famous writer, ‘once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’” “Okay, so…if he HAS done that,” Keala frowned, scratching his cheek, “Then where is this hiding spot?” Mokulau could only shrug. A smile came to your face. “Well,” you began to say, slyly, “Maybe we don’t know that…but there’s bound to be one person who does.” You then pointed to Maverick’s sunglasses. “Quick question…do you have spares of those?”

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“You remind me of the babe! What babe? Babe with the power! What power? Power of Voodoo! Who do? You do! Do what? Remind me of the babe…” Taoka Latronis laughed and sang as he lounged lazily in his dressing room, smiling up at the ceiling. He was feeling very pleased with himself. He spun around in his chair, grinning from ear to ear, looking for all the world like the cat who had caught the canary. He was still gayfully humming when a thumping knock came at the door. The smile was struck from his face. “What?” he called out, crossly, a slight sneer curling across his painted lips. His expression quickly changed, and he sat up straight in his chair, as the door opened to reveal a broad-shouldered, heavily-tattooed man with long, dark hair and a stubbly, strong chin, with a shark tooth necklace around his throat and sunglasses shrouding his hazel eyes. “Mr. Mokulau!” exclaimed Taoka, startled at the sight of the rock star judge and magic master. “This…th-this is unexpected…” “Heh. Don’t worry, I get that a lot. Not everybody expects me to be so perfect,” winked Maverick with a chuckle. Taoka gave a sort of tight smile in return. “Is there something you need?” Taoka asked. “Security already checked my room…is there any chance we’ll be allowed to leave soon?” “Actually, yeah, that’s what I was coming to tell you,” replied Mokulau, and jabbed a thumb back towards the open door as he stepped further into the room. “Security’s done checking around for now, they wanna clear all the contestants out. You’ll be free to go in just a few minutes. So, if you’ve got anything to pack up, better get to it.” “Thank you, sir. I’ll make sure to get ready in a moment,” Taoka said, then paused before hesitantly asking, “Do they know who might be responsible?” Mokulau paused before sighing and nodding, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into a pocket. “Honestly, I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” he said, and brushed some of his dark curls away from his face. “But they think it was a student from your school.” Taoka’s purple eyes widened. His smile flickered. “Do they now?” “Yeah,” nodded Mokulau, and paused a moment longer before continuing: “We can’t prove it, but we’re starting to suspect the Stage Management duo had something to do with it all.”

Taoka blinked. Three times. “Them?” he repeated, sounding almost bewildered. “They had access to every room,” replied Mokulau with a scowl. “And it seems kinda suspicious so many things would go missing on their watch. We’re not sure how they took that trophy, or if they had any help, but with all the mishaps during the contest as a whole, we’re pretty sure they had to know more than they’re telling.” Taoka looked askance, purple-hued brow knitted in thought. “You have a point,” he murmured, then a grin spread across his face, and he looked back up at the great musician. “Yes! It has to be them! We should have suspected it from the start.” “Psh. Tell me ‘bout it,” snorted Mokulau. “Your Housewarden is beside himself: the idea of a fellow NRC student being behind it all, somebody he personally asked for help…” “Eh. I imagine the dorm leader will get over it,” shrugged Taoka with a smirk. “Guess we shouldn’t have trusted a person from a world with no magic, huh?” “Looks like it,” Mokulau replied, and chuckled to himself: “At least they didn’t get my real pick out of the deal.” Taoka’s grin vanished instantly. “Huh? What…what do you mean the real pick?” he asked. “Oh, well, obviously I didn’t ACTUALLY put the REAL guitar pick I used in my first concerts on the trophy,” said Maverick with a smile. “It’s precious to me: something like that isn’t something I would just get rid of.” “I see,” Taoka said, and cocked his head. “So, uh…if it’s not prying too much, where DO you keep the real one?” Maverick smirked. He looked around, as if to make sure nobody was watching…then winked and patted one of his pockets. “You…you have it here? With you?” gasped Taoka, seemingly stunned. “Well, duh! It’s my lucky pick!” laughed Mokulau. “Every guitarist worth their salt carries one, kid. If you’re gonna be one, you better find your own soon.” Taoka grimaced and looked away again. “Yeah. If,” he muttered.

“Hey, don’t sweat it,” smiled the large man, with a kinder sort of expression. “I know we were pretty rough on you out there today, but you’ve got passion, kid. That’ll take you far, if you keep it up.” “I somehow doubt that,” whispered Taoka to himself. Maverick looked the young Night Raven student up and down…then stepped closer and reassuringly placed one huge, heavy hand on the young man’s shoulders. Taoka looked up, seemingly surprised. “When I got started, I was totally on my own, kid,” said Mokulau. “It took a lotta work and a lotta faith to get to my level now. I know it sounds cliche, but trust me, those two things can do a lot for ya if you let them. Don’t ever forget: as handsome as I may be, it’s not really about what’s out here…” He lightly pinched Taoka’s golden jacket indicatively…then lowered his hand and tapped a finger to the youth’s chest. “...It’s what in there that’s gonna matter most.” Taoka let out a sarcastic sort of chuckle and brushed the teacher’s hand away. “That’s a nice sentiment, sir, but you of all people should know: a golden heart isn’t gonna matter when you’re totally invisible.” Maverick frowned again, now a bit bemused. He tilted his head. “What makes you say that?” he asked, quietly, then a bit louder: “Have we met before?” Taoka’s expression was unreadable. His ungloved hand quietly clutched the other appendage in an absent-minded way. All he said in reply was a thoroughly emotionless: “Yes. We have.” Mokulau looked as if he wanted to ask something else…but at that moment, a new voice intervened… “Ahem! Mr. Mokulau?” Maverick turned around to see Vil Schoenheit standing in the doorway to the room. “What’s up?” he asked. “Your students - Neige and Mr. Cravalho, that is - want to talk to you.” “Thanks,” grunted Maverick Mokulau, and turned back around to smile at Taoka once more. He pulled out his shades and flipped them back into place over his eyes. “See ya later, kid.” “Maybe so,” Taoka answered in a slippery sort of way. Maverick grinned and clicked a finger-gun gesture towards the young man, then followed Vil out of the room. The moment he was gone, Taoka’s sly expression changed to a truly evil grin. He looked down towards his hands. He opened his gloved palm…revealing a small, bone-white guitar pick in his hand. “Gotcha,” he cackled to himself under his breath, then tucked the pick hastily into his own pocket before hurriedly tidying up his room. Once it was all clean, he slung his guitar over his shoulder. He was still laughing as he left the dressing room.

As far as he could tell...he'd won.

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Taoka took one of the sideways passages out of the auditorium, thus allowing him to slip by most anyone who might have spotted his departure. He did not head towards Night Raven straightaway. Instead, the spiky-haired young sneakthief blazed a trail towards the edge of the dense forest. His pace was deliberate, his demeanor sharp and direct; he knew exactly where he was going. No sooner had the youth’s golden coat vanished into the undergrowth, than he removed the pick from his pocket. A devious smile - which showed off each of his slightly-too-long teeth - split his face as he crept through the shadows of the trees in a Northwesterly direction. He had only gone some forty yards or so before he spotted a destination: a small, empty cave, half-hidden by brambles. Sniggering at his deceit, he hopped, skipped, and jumped over the brambles and scuttled into the cave, like a spider quickly creeping back into its den…or a crab, burrowing into a hiding spot. Inside the cavern, he paused a little ways away from the entrance: the cave was wide and round, with  a ceiling that was about as low as a typical room in a typical house. No animals lived here, which made it an admirable hiding place…for the instruments, the microphones, and all the other bits and pieces of necessary hardware the contestants of the Triple-S concert competition required for their performances. Pilfering the items had been shockingly simple; sneaking them out when nobody would notice was only somewhat more difficult. Taoka chuckled as he approached the prize of his little hoard: a familiar silver trophy, topped with an ivory guitar pick. “Figuring out how to get you all out of here again is gonna be a bit of a problem,” mumbled Taoka…then smirked and shrugged. “Ah, well. Maybe I’ll just sell the stuff that’s worth something, leave the rest behind.” He knelt down beside the trophy with an evil smile. “You, however…you I’m gonna treasure. You and the REAL pick,” he chuckled, lifting up the bone-white guitar strummer in his hands indicatively… …And the moment he did, his smile faded. A look of confusion filled the glammed-up guitar player’s eyes. Something wasn’t right. The pick on the trophy had a familiar hook shape in its center; this was to be expected. The symbol was Mokulau’s logo, and his first pick had been etched with the design early on. That was as good as a signature or fingerprint of authenticity. But the pick Taoka now held…well, it was the same exact color, and the same exact shape and size…but it had no visible markings on it at all. “Wait a minute,” murmured Taoka, and scratched the surface…then sighed as the paint scraped, and a different color - a plain gray - showed underneath. “Oh, I see. He’s taken a cheap pick, and painted it in the same color as the one on the trophy…” Taoka’s look of petulant dissatisfaction abruptly changed to one of apprehension and alarm. “...As a diversion?” “More like bait.”

Taoka leapt to his feet and swung around with a snarl. He glared as he saw you standing at the entrance to the cave. Vil and Mokulau stood just a short distance behind you. As the three of you entered, the young man moved into a guarded position, flinging the cheap pick aside. “You followed me!” he accused. “Guilty as charged,” you chuckled. “It wasn’t too hard. We knew you couldn’t have brought them all the way back to the school, and there was nowhere in the town that seemed likely. We just didn’t know where to look. I figured if we dangled something shiny in front of your face, so to speak, you’d just HAVE to take it.” “You’ve disgraced my dorm, Latronis,” glared Vil. “I hope you realize punishment is well overdue.” “Oh, please, don’t insult me,” snorted Taoka coldly. “Or do we have to forget somebody else cheated much more dangerously at a certain other competition?” Vil glowered and said nothing. Sensing trouble, you subtly stepped to block him and Taoka’s path to each other. Vil noticed, smiled, and lightly placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something under his breath, but only you heard it, and gave him a small smile in return. “Keala!” Mokulau called back over his shoulder. “We’ve found him.” Moments later, Keala joined the group. He looked almost hurt when he saw the trophy behind the glitzy scoundrel. “So you DO have it!” he exclaimed. “Give it back!” Taoka glared. “Why should I?” he hissed. “How about because we’ll pummel you if you don’t?” growled Maverick. “A student attacked by a teacher? I think that would get you in a great deal of trouble,” crooned Taoka. “You’re no student of mine,” said Mokulau coldly.

“Oh, that’s where you are wrong,” smirked Taoka, and straightened his stance, showing off his flashy outfit. “See, you’re the one I have to give credit for who I am today: watching you, I learned the only way a person is gonna stand out is if you make yourself bigger, shinier, and all around better than anybody around you. And it doesn’t matter who you step on to get there, or who gets left behind in the process!” “But that trophy wasn’t yours to take!” Keala protested. “What good does it do you to have it now? You can’t show it off, you can’t claim you won! What does it matter?!” “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” sniffed Taoka. “Well, I’m making it my business!” Keala snapped, taking an aggressive stance of his own. “I worked too hard to make my grandma proud-” “Between us, babe, I’m getting a little tired of hearin’ about your grandma,” interrupted Taoka. “I don’t care who ‘deserves’ this or not, it’s MINE! I’VE claimed it! AND I AM NOT LOSIN’ MY TREASURE NOW!” So saying, Taoka Latronis thrust out one hand. You heard him start to utter a familiar incantation… “NOW!” you shouted, and at almost the exact same time, Taoka finished the spell with three bellowed words… “Time to shine!” ZAM! A blinding flash of golden light shined and glittered through the whole small cave of loot. Taoka grinned and picked up the trophy, then made a dash to run past all of you and out the cavern mouth… …Only for an arm like a steel band - Vil’s - to suddenly swing out and smash into his abdomen. With a wheezing grunt, he staggered back, his gloved hand on his diaphragm, the other still holding the trophy tightly. He coughed twice and looked up…then gulped at what he saw. “Oh, come on!” he almost whined. “That’s STUPIDLY unfair!” All four of you wore matching, mischievous smiles…and sunglasses.

“Extra protected,” Mokulau boasted, adjusting his pair. “Not even your sparkle can beat these babies.” “Give us the trophy, Taoka!” Vil demanded, marching forward and stretching out one arm sharply, as if ordering a dog to drop a bone. “Don’t make this harder for yourself.” Taoka just scoffed. He removed his guitar, propping it up against one of the cave walls, and moved into an action-ready posture. “You’ll have to turn the world upside-down before I let you take this from me,” he responded icily. So saying, the young man reached into his pocket, and pulled out his Magic Pen. With a swish and a flick, he summoned a pillar of water, which blasted Vil backwards and sent him sprawling onto the cave floor. The other three of you hurried to his side. “You okay?” you asked, worriedly. “No,” Vil said, through a face full of dripping makeup. “I’m soaked.” You smirked. “THERE HE GOES!” Keala’s shout alerted all of you. You looked up; through the tint of your sunglasses, you saw Taoka finally use the distraction he’d sought for to flee, as he darted from the cave and out into the woods. “We can’t let him get away!” yelled Mokulau. “Come on!” You didn’t have to be told twice. You helped Vil to his feet, and all four of you charged out of the cave and after Taoka Latronis.

To Be Concluded in Part 4...

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

I posted 354 times in 2022

That's 354 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (9%)

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#lol - 10 posts

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#my ship! - 8 posts

#ot3 - 7 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me trying to write Lukadrien (or any one side of my OT3):

Me: Oh look at them! They're so cute! Just Luka and Adrien... Marinette? You weren't in my plans...  You can make a quick appearance but then... No, Marinette, you gotta go... No, don't blush, Adrien... Don't talk about her melody, Luka!... Yes, you have two hands but you don’t need them both... Wait... Stop holding hands!... Why are they kissing?... Don’t suggest... No... N- Crap, it’s too late: they’re a throuple. Sigh. This is Lukadrien-

The story: 

Me: I guess not.

15 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

The Perfect Opportunity

An excerpt from Day 1: Road Trip for LBSC’s Lukanette Week 2022:

Marinette stopped by her room first, changing into an outfit that featured less flour and sugar and telling the kwamis to behave while she was gone, before saying goodbye to her parents.

“Have a fun time!” Tom smiled as he squeezed her.

“But not too much fun.” Sabine amended, kissing Marinette’s cheeks. “It’ll be better if you finish university before giving us grandchildren.”

A surprised cough exploded from Marinette as she found herself choking at her mom’s words. “Maman!”

Tom's eyes clouded over as he smiled. “I don’t know, Sabine. I can’t wait for the sounds of tiny footsteps to fill our home again.”

Marinette's eyes bugged. “Papa! Stop! Luka and I- We’re not-!”

“Not yet.” Tom agreed, hands clasping over his chest as his eyes got that faraway look again. “But when you do finally get together, I can’t wait to see how cute our grandbabies will be!”

At a loss for words, Marinette decided to just hug her parents one last time and escape the room before they could embarrass her any further… or plant any more ideas in her head.

Not that she needed their help when Luka did a good job of that all by himself.

Especially when he looked at her the way he was the moment she stepped out of the bakery, eyes twinkling and arms crossed over his chest to where it pulled up his shirt to reveal a small strip of beautifully toned abs.

God! Marinette really wanted to lick him!

Unaware of the less than innocent thoughts playing through her mind, Luka smiled at her as he patted the hood of the car. “Ready to go?”

“Ready!” She squeaked before slapping her cheeks- hoping to expel any lingering naughty thoughts- and moving closer.

Piling into the two-seater that Jagged was letting Luka borrow, Marinette vibrated with joy as they set off.

Feel free to follow the link and read the rest! 

15 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

Forever screaming about them.

19 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#2

Musical Casanova

A snippet from Musical Casanova:

Juleka gave her an amused look. “Everyone? Those flowers are in vases around the boat brightening up the decor.”

Marinette couldn’t hide the stupefied look on her face. “The boat?”

A look of realization hit the mother and daughter pair at the same time and she swore they wore the same amused and secretive smile.

“You thought Luka was buying those flowers for other women?”

Marinette nodded. “I just assumed he was some Casanova.”

Juleka laughed again. “Well, I can guarantee you that my brother doesn’t have a girlfriend or anything else. He's too much of an awkward dork.”

“Mhm. If anything, my boy has been walking around looking at those flowers with the most dopey look on his face. Love sick, I tell you he is.”

Amazing Commissioned Art by @sternschauer-detektiv​.tumblr.com! I love it so much!!!

67 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Musical Casanova (Part 2)

Another short snippet and art! Art commissioned from @sternschauer-detektiv​!!!! It’s so amazing!

Marinette’s brain felt as if it had slowed to a crawl. “So he’s buying my flowers for the boat?”

Juleka shook her head. “He’s been buying flowers, but I don’t think it was for the boat.” Marinette was confused until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was met by an embarrassed looking Luka holding a beautiful bouquet…of lily-of-the-valleys.

So that’s where those missing flowers went.

“Oh!” She smiled. “So Sabrina was holding those for you?”

Luka nodded. “I called her yesterday and asked for a favor.”

“They are a very good choice for today.” She hummed. “So are they for the boat too?”

It was hardly possible, but Luka’s face reddened more. Marinette found it absolutely adorable. “No, these are for you.”

Numbly, she accepted the bouquet. “For me?”

Taking a deep breath, he gave her his breathtaking smile that had the butterflies in her stomach doing the tango at double time. “For you.”

As he took her hand and brought it to his lips, Marinette could only think that she had indeed found the perfect man.

Lacing their fingers together, his eyes twinkled as he gave her that same smile that showed off his pearly whites. “So, I’m a Casanova, huh?”

Okay, maybe not.

86 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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[zillabean]

Okay, #HannibalReunion2024 C2E2 autograph story time! I’ll be doing a lot of gushing so feel free to mute the hashtag (or me, haha) if you don’t want Mads Mikkelsen spam and tiny blue kaiju simpering. 😆

First off, um, I MET MADS MIKKELSEN??? The man, the dilf, the legend??? 🔥🔥🔥 He is every inch as sweet, kind and charming as everyone says he is. Just a really warm, down to earth person, no ego whatsoever. ❤️

I was so nervous to meet him at first and my Fri autograph session was not great. I wished I’d known that the sessions would get calmer and quieter towards the end of the day (they don’t always!) as I would have chosen to go get autos then, instead.

I was in one of the first sessions and the C2E2 staff was just RUSHING us through. 💔 Like BANG BANG BANG. I barely got any interaction with him when I was getting my sigs! 💔 They had him seated behind TWO sets of tables, like a barrier, to keep the fans further away from him!

I said hello to him and gave him one of my gazonga mousepads and a bundle of art prints and charms and he didn’t even look up, was just too busy talking to his manager and the handlers who had all his attention, constantly sliding him stuff to sign. 🥲 No interaction at all. I will admit I was quite crestfallen, especially when he didn’t even see the gifts.

Another handler then scooped up all my gifts and dumped them in a bag before Mads even saw them. 🥲 He (handler) did… pause at the mousepad though, and made a face. He held it up to me and asked “… they sell these?” And I bashfully said, “uhhh I sell them?… 😅” He made another face and then showed the gazongas to Mads, who kind of smirk/smiled. “That’s Hannibal! That’s good.” 🤣 So that made me feel a bit better.

At the very end of the day, I went to find @/Sunnylit and she was in the auto line with @/shaybeenerd and @/LovclyMikkelsen, and the line was much smaller so I went to try my luck again. And it was a much better experience!

I got to actually gush at and chat with him a bit, say hello and tell him we all love him and that I was the one who gave him the “boobies”. (“That’s good!” - Mads, very confused) I thanked him for being so inspirational to all the Fannibals and he said “You guys are a wild and wacky bunch, and we love it. Don’t ever change.” ❤️❤️❤️

(I made another thread for the photo ops but suffice to say by the end of the weekend he’d seen my stupid face enough and I’d chosen the quieter times to get autos that they were much nicer experiences than my first on Friday.)

On Sunday I’d gone back to get his sig for @/jorassicworld, who wanted him to sign my Mads Kitty Cafe commission print I did for her so I just went up there and handed him a print of like … 7 of him as cat men. 😅🐯 All in one picture. He laughed and said something like “Oh, look at that! Hmm, I wonder who will win?…”, and showed it to Ulrich.

I asked him to please leave some room for Hugh too, and he was like “Ohhh, I dunnooo about that…” So I told him he could just eat up all the space if he really wanted to and he smiled and signed. I then asked if I could please take a picture and the handler was like “no” and I said “BUT HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL” and Handler Man said “Well then you’d better get a good look at him now~” 🤣 So I shamelessly faux-stared at him while he signed Joa’s print. He laughed, gave it back to me, I thanked him profusely and he gave me a wink as the handler shooed me out. 😆 (I think I yelled something about seeing him later at photo ops)

At 0 hour I went back to get my final autos and also gave him a copy of the Kitty Cafe print. I asked him if he looked at his gifts and he said something about there being so many it was hard to get through them all. I was like “Don’t you remember the boobies? I gave you the boobies!” And he was like (slaps table) “Oh! That’s right! THE BOOBIES!” 😆 I told him he could use them for his wrist or give them to his wife if he wanted. He grinned and said conspiratorially, “Who knows what I will do with them/use them for~ 😏” (I HOPE HE DOES NOT JUST THROW THEM IN THE TRASH 🥲) … I really wished I’d waited until the last day to give them to him as then I might be able to get a photo of him holding them. 🤣

I asked if he could tell me anything about Dust Bunny that wasn’t dusty or bunnies, he said there was Kung Fu in it. “Flying Kung Fu…?” He told me we’ll see and that we would love it. ❤️ And as it was at the very end of the day, I again begged the handlers if I could please take a photo and they said “no”. So I asked Ulrich.

“… okay, just one.” ❤️ After that Mads gave me a big smile and a fist bump, Handler Man laughed and told me to skedaddle, and I yelled after Mads, “maybe I’ll see you at RDC!!!” and he said “I’ll be there. 😊”

THE SWEETEST DUDE. ❤️ He made me feel completely at ease and talking to him felt so natural after I got over it all. A genuinely awesome human being.

OKAY NOW THAT I’VE RECORDED MY MADS DREAM DIARY, it’s Hugh time! They had him at a much more normal table where it was 1 handler (vs Mads’ THREE 😓) and we could actually go right up to him like NORMAL without a second layer of table to block the way. 🙄

(I think the con ended up forcing Mads into the Featured Guest spot after Josh Brolin cancelled at 0 hour, and they didn’t know how to handle it and that’s why it ended up much more guarded and impersonal for how they treated him and his fans)

Hugh was so friendly, courteous and cordial! His voice is sweet and warm, makes me think of a fuzzy bee. Little bee voice. 🐝 I gave him some art (it was… his head, sorry Hugh, but I didn’t want to subject you to what I usually draw Will Graham doing 🤭) and he graciously accepted it. We didn’t get to chat too much either as there were others in line but he was a total gentleman! 🎩❤️

All in all, both such lovely guys and I am so happy for the experience. ❤️

(…OH ALSO!! 😆 I saw him trying to accept a friendship bracelet from someone, and as he’s sliding it off their wrist it exploded into a bunch of beads and Hugh yelled “OH SHIT” and there was a mad scramble to scoop up all the rolling beads. 🤣)

HANNIBAL REUNION at C2E2 post time! ❤️ I don’t know what all I can say that hasn’t been said already by hundreds of screaming Fannibals but, man, what an absolutely surreal experience. It was just amazing to see Mads and Hugh together again!

Everyone else has already shared much better photos and clip moments but here are a few of mine!

Alas I didn’t capture the hug. I didn’t want to take too many photos as I wanted to experience the moment more than I wanted to see it through the lense of a phone. I wanted to just take it in, and enjoy it. I’m so happy I got to experience it with so many fannibal friends. ❤️

I’ll be making a huge diary/post reblog thread here of my experience!

[ikeromantic]

Hi there! May I request for Theo X Mc but Mc is already pregnant with Arthur's baby and Arthur knows about that but Theo doesn't know that the baby's dad is Arthur.

This one took a while because I wasn't sure what perspective I wanted to use and which way to take this juicy plot . . . I hope it satisfies, anon! Approx. 2000 words of Theo, Arthur, and MC drama!

Arthur leaned across the desk, his fingers extended in a come-hither gesture. His lips turned up in a slight, expectant smile that fell the moment his hand was slapped away.

The woman opposite him looked less than amused. “Absolutely not. I don’t care what you think you know -”

“What I do know, luv. I can do basic math. So can Theo, if he gives it a moment’s thought.”

She took a breath. “Yeah, well he won’t unless someone decides to drop hints. And you won’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “You won’t or I’m going back through that door before you can so much as blink.”

Arthur settled back in his seat. His heart felt like lead but he smiled anyway. “If you feel so strongly about it, then fine. I won’t so much as whisper a hint. But don’t expect me to deny it if Theo comes sniffing about. I won’t lie to my friend.”

“Oh? No? But you’ll bang his drunk girlfriend?”

Those words were a knife twisted in the wound of her loss. “It wasn’t like that luv. Please don’t say it that way. We were both drunk and . . . I know you felt something. That you still feel it.”

Her gaze softened and her lips quirked into a sad little smile. “I did. And yeah . . . I guess I still do. You’re not a bad guy, Arthur. Even if you’re trying to be. In another life-”

He cut her off again. “Don’t give me lines from bad novels, luv. It’s fine. I’d fall in love with Theo too if I were you. He’s great.” And that was the problem in a nutshell. Theodorus was perfect for her. He could see the chemistry between them, the emotion. Arthur was just the best friend. “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride,” he chuckled.

“Hey! Hondje! Didn’t you ask me to take the afternoon off to go shopping?” Theo poked his head in the door. “Then you disappear on me? Come on! Mein liefje needs to be spoiled.”

She turned and smiled at him. “Me or the baby, hm?”

Theo laughed. “Always begging for treats, eh?” He gestured her over and pulled her into a hug. “It’s both, you silly little fool.” Theo kissed her once and then again.

“Yeah, yeah, get on you two! You’re giving me cavities.” Arthur waved them out, laughing as if he shared their joy. Which he should have. He told himself so every day. Every time he saw her and felt just the smallest pang of jealousy. Just the slightest touch of possessiveness.

She was Theo’s girl. And he was happy for them. For all three of them. He would get to be naughty Uncle Arthur. Spoiling his little niece or nephew. Giving them the noisy toys. Taking them out for ice cream on school days. So what if he wasn’t the one to cuddle them when they had nightmares or kiss their skinned knees. So what if he wasn’t the one their mother turned to with her too-bright smile and her beautiful eyes.

“Arthur!”

He jumped.

Theo poked his head in. “Want to come with? We can pick up a drink before we head home.”

“What’s that? I don’t think so, old boy. I’ve got a ton of work to be about.” Arthur gestured toward his typewriter.

The art dealer raised an eyebrow. He knew full well his friend was between projects but he didn’t say so. He just gave Arthur a look.

If he went, it would hurt. If he stayed, it would hurt. There was no path out that left him unscarred. After a moment, Arthur stood. “Alright. It can wait. Besides, I know if I don’t come along neither of you will pick a single fun thing for the wee bairn.”

Paris was bustling with activity as the weather began to warm. It seemed everyone felt the stirrings of spring in their bones. The shops were full of ladies commissioning summer gowns and the streets were full of children running and playing. Gentlemen stood in clusters near cafes or sat on benches at the park, smoking their pipes. There were vendors selling snacks and flowers, and stalls set up with cheap jewelry and perfume.

Arthur and Theo walked together, with the girl between them. A literal and figurative position, he thought, that would be funny if it wasn’t so painful. His hand kept twitching toward hers as if drawn to touch her, and so he’d taken to lacing his fingers behind his back.

Theo carried several bags by now, with blankets and toys and clothes. The child already had a nursery room in the mansion, which le Comte was renovating just for the baby. It would be full of precious items in no time at all.

The three of them stopped in at a furniture shop. This was the reason for their trip. Securing a bed for the baby. Leonardo had offered to make one, and le Comte had offered to buy, but Theo and his girl wanted to pick one out themselves.

“After this, it’s straight to the tavern, old boy. If I see one more tin soldier or porcelain dolly I’m going to lose my mind,” Arthur stage-whispered to Theo behind her back.

She smacked his arm. “Oh hush you! It’s not like you weren’t the one insisting ‘the wee bairn’ ought to have a dress in every color for the doll. And! You bought the whole tin soldier set even though we already have one.”

Arthur chuckled. “Ah my bird, you’ve got one in little red jackets. These were blue. And you can’t expect our - your little one to get by with just one or two dresses for dolly.”

Theo didn’t seem to notice the slip. He grinned. “Between you and the other ‘uncles’ this kid is going to need another room just for toys.”

“Don’t tell le Comte that. He’ll do it. Build a whole wing even.” Arthur shook his head.

The shopkeeper came out then to greet them and they spent several minutes looking at examples of his work. Arthur wandered around the floor on his own, trying to stay well out of the conversation. He didn’t have a say in any of these things, he reminded himself.

“Arthur, what do you think of this?” Theo beckoned him over.

“Hm?” It was a carved plank with whales and dolphins and sea birds. “Reminds me of that trip I took as a young man when I went abroad on a ship for work.” He smiled. It was one of his favorite memories.

“I like it.”

“Do you Hondje? Was I asking you just now?” Theo nudged her with his elbow.

She pouted. “Don’t I get an opinion?”

“Sure, but I didn’t get to you yet.” Theo put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed gently. “I was thinking something like this would be good. Any kid would like it. And I bet Vincent would paint it too. Make it colorful and bright.”

Arthur nodded. He could see it in his mind’s eye. The painted cradle and his memories of the sea. “It’ll be perfect,” he said, his voice a little hoarse. He cleared his throat. “Here, give me those bags old boy. I’ll hold onto them while you two make your choice.”

With the bags in hand, he went to stand out front of the shop. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His emotions were as tangled as a Holmes’ mystery, he thought. But where Sherlock could always see his way to the solution, Arthur was left floundering.

Perhaps, he thought wryly, dear Holmes needed to discover the one thing he wanted and couldn’t have. The bastard wouldn’t logic his way to that solution so easily. Inflicting his own torment on the character was an appealing thought, but then, he couldn’t honestly imagine Holmes loving anyone but himself.

Theo and his lovely bird came out a few moments later. Hip to hip, the press of Theo’s arm on her dress stretching the cloth over her rounded belly.

“You ready to get that drink?” The art dealer grinned. “I need a whiskey after that haggling. You’d think he was building cradles out of pure gold.”

“I hope you offered to pay him what those carvings are worth.” Arthur glanced toward the shop front. “Can’t be easy to put so much detail into wood.”

“Of course we did.” The smile she gave him was bright and cheery. “I didn’t let Theo argue him down much. Now let’s go! My feet hurt and if I don’t get an apple juice, I might just die.”

“Apple juice,” chuckled Arthur. “Oh how the mighty have fallen. I remember when you’d try to match Theo and me, whiskey for whiskey.”

“Yeah and I remember holding Hondje’s hair back the next morning when she emptied her guts too. I think I’ll keep her drinking apple juice from now on.” Theo laughed.

The bird frowned, her little, perfect lips an upside down bow.

Even though she was pretending more hurt than she felt, Arthur wanted to kiss her until she was smiling again. Well, if he was honest, it wasn’t just because of the frown. He lifted a hand toward her, but caught himself mid-gesture. Instead of brushing his fingers along her jaw, he adjusted her collar. “Got a little skewed there, luv. Did you and Theo steal a moment behind the shelves?” He waggled his brows.

“Only you would think of doing that,” Theo laughed.

She started laughing too, then her eyes went wide. “Oh! Oh Arthur! Theo! The baby!”

Theodorus startled, his eyes going round. “What? What happened?”

“It moved! It’s moving!” She grabbed their hands in hers and pressed them to her belly.

Arthur told himself to pull away. This was a special moment for the two lovers. But he couldn’t. His palm caressed her through the soft fabric, her warmth seeping into him from just that much contact. And then, he felt what she had. The motion of the child. His child.

He looked up from her belly, meeting her gaze. They shared this secret, this terrible, beautiful accident. The unexpected gift from the one night when they’d run back from the tavern in the rain, taking shelter in an empty cottage. Where, drunk and soaked through, shivering, they’d kissed and touched each other as lovers do.

Shame made Arthur look away. His heart was a battlefield, warring love. But his averted eyes met Theodorus’ and the two men held each other’s regard for a full breath. Something in those sky blue eyes shifted. An acknowledgement? A question?

Then Theo looked down. “I can’t believe it. That’s our child. Kicking like a little devil.”

And that ‘our’ made Arthur feel included. As if when his friend said it, he meant the three of them. Whether that was true or no, it was a balm to soothe a broken soul. Arthur leaned in, and pressed the lightest kiss to her cheek before he stepped away.

“I think that’s the baby asking for juice too. We’re tired of shopping.”

“Then we’d best get moving.” Theo took her hand in his and gestured for Arthur to come along. “Are you buying the first round?”

Arthur let his smallest finger brush her other hand, and was surprised when her little finger hooked around his. “I don’t think so, old boy. The father-to-be does the honors.”

The art dealer pretended to scowl. “This is one expensive baby, if it’s gonna cost me every first round until it’s born.”

“And after,” Arthur laughed. “But why should we be traditional, eh? I’ll buy the first round today. Apple juice for all.” That slight touch was electric. Absurd as it was, her finger curled around his made him feel as if everything would be alright.

There was still so much unresolved between them, the three of them. Confessions that must be made before the truth outed itself. There would be tears to shed. Anger to vent. But they were all best of friends. In that, there was love. And love conquers all.

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Could I have 13 and 70 from the smut list with King Arthur?

A/N: Yes, yes, you can. :D Also took some inspiration from the live-action Cinderella movie. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + only for smut, p in v 

Masterlist 

Prompts: “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”& “I know all of your weaknesses.”

You fidgeted in your pretty gown for the eighth time in the last ten minutes, and your mother was less than pleased. “Stop moving, ungrateful child, this is your chance to impress the King! A chance for us to rise among the nobles!” she hisses at you, pulling your shoulders back. A ball in King Arthur’s court, wearing a corset that did little to help in the way of breathing, and your overbearing mother is breathing down your neck. Your sister beside you covered her giggles with a cough as you rolled your eyes. 

“Oh, Lady Charlotte!” Mother smiles and thankfully leaves you for a moment alone. You take a deep breath and lower your shoulders, eyes scanning the room for exits. 

“She will catch you, you know,” your sister giggles again, “and drag you right back.” 

“I feel more like a prized bird on display than a woman,” you scoff, “does she honestly believe that the King is going to look at me in this ridiculous get-up and fall madly in love? We are peasants; how did we even get invited to this?  Besides, I haven’t even seen this King before; what if he’s some hideous brute? Maybe that’s why they haven’t commissioned any portraits of him.” 

“I’ve heard he’s quite handsome and young.” 

“The average life span of a person is only fifty or so years, so how young can he be, twelve?” you groan at seeing the large plume of your mother’s hat coming back your way. “I need to get out of here before mother sells me to the highest coin.” 

“Quickly then,” she shoos, “I know why you don’t want to meet the King; he’ll never compare with your handsome stranger.” She grins mischievously at you, and you hold your breath waiting for the fallout. 

“How did you know about that?” 

“Sister, darling, you are not very good at hiding your feelings.” You glare at her, and she giggles, “I also saw the two of you by the creek when I was out fetching berries last week. He’s quite handsome.” 

“There you are!” Mother returns and puts her hands on your shoulders, pretending to show affection. “The King is coming,” she whispers with a grin and moves to stand between the two of you. You look over at your sister and give her your best pleading face, mouthing the words, ‘please don’t tell’ she smiles and nods with a wordless ‘promise.’ 

The trumpets sound loud, and a man stands forward to announce the King. People sitting rise to their feet, girls around you giggle like children, several pushing up their chests, biting their lips, or pinching their cheeks for some extra color. You stand there with a lump in your throat, trying to swallow around it. 

When the King makes his entrance, the crown glistening off the top of his head, your mouth slowly falls open on a gasp. “Art?” you whisper, your mother shushing you; you can feel your sister’s eyes burn into the side of your face. Everyone around you bows and curtsies low in honor, but your body has frozen, your limbs no longer working. 

“Curtsy,” your mother grabs your hand and pulls you down with a hiss, and you gasp, nearly falling to the floor with force. The noise draws his attention, and when the crowd rises, his eyes are staring intensely into yours. Those eyes you love, Art the apprentice, is the King of England. “He’s staring at you,” you can hear the glee in your mother’s voice, but all you feel is dread. 

The music begins to play, and several Lord’s come up to him showing their offspring off like a cow at the market. And for a moment, his eyes leave yours, and you bolt. “Where are you going?” your mother moves to grab you, but your sister intervenes; God bless her. You walk as quickly as your skirts will allow towards the door to the gardens, and when you are on the threshold, an arm comes out to stop you. 

“Wait, milady,” you freeze, half wanting to rip your arm from his grasp and slap him across the face for his misdirection, the other half wanting to turn and get lost in the deep blue of his eyes. “My love,” he whispers only for you to hear, “let me explain.” The second half wins, and you turn slowly, noticing the entire ballroom is watching the scene with rapt interest. His eyes, as blue as the sky reflecting off the sea, have you unraveling before him. “Dance with me?” he straightens to his full height, letting go of your arm and holding out a hand, “please.” 

Your hand trembles as you bring it up and place it in his. The warmth that is usually so comforting seems to set your skin ablaze as you follow him to the middle of the ballroom. The music is slow, and you follow the steps with him in a carefully orchestrated dance. “Talk,” you whisper, “why did you lie to me?” 

“I didn’t lie,” he grins, “not exactly; I am still learning my trade, just like an apprentice.” 

You know all the eyes are on you, and you smile when he gives you a turn, stepping hard on his foot when you come around. He grunts but doesn’t stop the dance, continuing each step. “That wasn’t very nice,” he smiles and says under his breath. “Did you forget love? I know all your weaknesses.” His words light the fire in your belly, and you see the mischief in his eyes as the dance comes to a close. 

“Would you join me for a stroll in the gardens, Milady?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Your Majesty?” Sir Bedivere strides over quickly, “there are many ladies who wish to dance with you, my King; you wouldn’t want to insult them.” 

“I need to make sure to give each of the ladies my adequate attention. Isn’t that what you told me, Sir Bedivere?” he grins as the other man nods with a thin line of his lips. “I won’t be alone, don’t worry, Sir Tristan will be my guard.” He looks over at the Knight, who has several ladies of his own to tend to, who nods with great reluctance. “See?” he claps the older man on the shoulder and offers you his elbow. “Milady?” 

You don’t have much choice, taking his elbow and following him over the threshold and into the gardens. Sir Tristan follows several steps behind, and you walk into the sprawling greenery. When you are about halfway in, he turns with a whistle, “Oi, Wet Stick, bugger off for a bit; we need to have a chat.” 

“You know this bird, boss?” he asks with a raise of his brow. 

“Yeah, she’s the one I asked you to bring the invitation to,” you look up at him, alarmed. 

“You invited us? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises,” you huff and walk further into the orchard part of the gardens, far from the prying eyes of the partygoers. 

“Shit,” he follows quickly behind, and you hear Wet Stick snigger and walk off in the other direction. “Wait, darling, please.” 

You whirl around with a finger pushing into his chest, “What game are you trying to play? Find some pretty peasant girl, make her fall in love with you, and then embarrass her in front of all the Nobility in England. Was that your game?” You walk away from him and pace back and forth, “I can’t believe I was so naive to think you cared.” 

“I do!” he reaches for you and holds you by the shoulders to face him, “I do care, love. I didn’t want you to love me because I was a King, I wanted you to love me! Arthur, the man, not the crown. I never lied to you,” you glare at him with a hand gesturing to the crown on top of his head, “okay I neglected one small detail.” 

“One,” you huff out a laugh pushing away his hands, “one small detail?! Arthur, you’re the fucking King of England! I’m only a poor seamstress, with an insufferable widowed mother, who only dreams of becoming a part of the upper class!” You feel the tears swell in your eyes as the truth all comes crashing down on your shoulders; the man you’ve been in love with for months is unreachable; theres’ no way he can marry you. 

“Listen to me,” he reaches for you again and takes three enormous strides pushing your back up against one of the apple trees. “Look at me.” 

Your mind won’t slow down, “what was your goal with having us come tonight? So you could shame me? Show off to the nobility that you are one with the people? Do you fuck every peasant girl you meet?” 

“Listen to me!” he shakes your shoulders, and your eyes widen, looking up to see him. “Listen to me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “there was no game. I saw you in the market ten months ago when I was in the city.” 

“Ten months ago? I’ve only known you for six….”

“I didn’t know how to approach you; I couldn’t just go up to you and say hello I’m the King of bloody England, fancy a pint?” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, his curving up at the edges. “So I dressed in my old clothes, snuck out of the palace, and started slowly talking to you. Then we went for a walk, and I couldn’t stay away. You’ve bewitched me, love. My love for you is more powerful than the magic of the Mage.” 

“Honest?” you ask quietly with trepidation, “do you mean that Art?” He smiles at the nickname he gave you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“Promise, love. It’s only ever and will only ever be you.” He runs his hand against your cheek, and you lean into his touch, letting yourself breathe for the first time all evening. 

“I love you too, Arthur; I’m in love with you.” His eyes soften as he gazes down at you. 

“We have to go back soon,” he whispers, kissing you softly, “but do you think we got time for?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you smack his arm with a laugh. 

“Is that all you think about?” 

He grins and takes a step back, “turn around,” he whispers with a wink. You turn around slowly, gasping when your hands are pressed further into the tree trunk. “Quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?” 

He moves quickly, unlacing the top of your corset and peeling the back open, letting it fall to the ground, your breasts sagging with the relief of being free. He palms your breasts, placing rough, scratchy kisses over your exposed shoulders. His hands come around to his waist, and he pushes up several layers of your skirts, reaching for your pulsing heat. He turns you around, and you reach your hands quickly down to palm him through his leather breeches. 

Your hands falter on the fabric, and you look down with wide eyes, “I-I made these,” your voice shakes, “they were commissioned a few weeks ago.” You look up to meet his warm eyes as he nods. 

“I wanted to support you, and you are the best seamstress in the city. Only the best for the King,” he murmurs, almost shy.

“Well then, my King,” his eyes darken, “I will need to show my appreciation.” You tug open the breeches, and he slips them down his thighs, lifting your skirts the rest of the way. 

He fumbles with the layers, and you giggle at the annoyed look on his face. “I swear, when we marry, I demand you just walk around naked at all times. These skirts are ridiculous.” 

You don’t have time to respond, the words caught in your throat, as he lifts you and slides inside with ease. “Fuck, always so wet for me, love,” his hips snap inside you, and his mouth tangles with yours, swallowing your moans. 

“Arthur,” you moan, feeling him stretch you on his majestic royal cock. This is not the first time you’ve fucked, having given Art the apprentice your virginity in the woods several months ago, but this was the first time you’ve fucked Arthur, the king, and he didn’t disappoint. 

“That’s it, love, let me hear you, but only me, don’t want any of them damn nobles to know I already made my choice. That I already fell in love months ago with a beautiful seamstress in the market.” He grunts, and your cunt flutters around his cock with every word. The love between you flowing over with each thrust of his hips. 

“I- ah, I love you, Arthur,” you whimper against his neck, slick with sweat. The air is thick tonight, the incoming storm leaving the air thick and dripping. 

He pulls back to look at you, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips, “I love you, you’re my Queen, always have been.”

You buck your hips against him, cumming with a silent cry, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts three more times, and then you feel him cumming deep inside you, thick and warm it dribbles down the inside of your thighs. He’d never done that before, always pulling out at the last moment. You open your eyes and look at him; his pupils are wide, almost black as he stares at you.

“Now they can’t say anything,” he mumbles, and you furrow your brow. “You may be carrying a little Prince or Princess now; I have to marry you.” 

You grin at what he’s done, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re naughty,” you giggle. 

“I’m naughty?” He asks with a smirk, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more so at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” 

“And what’s that?” You shift your hips, and his eyes widen as you tighten around his cock. 

His eyes soften, and he cups your cheek gently, bringing your lips softly to his own. The rub of his beard is rough on your cheek as he moves to your ear, “I’m going to end this party early and show you. I already made my choice a long time ago. But, are you ready?” He pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, “Can you stand by my side and love Arthur the King, as much as you love Art, the apprentice?” 

Your heart catches in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at his words; you lean into his hand warmly and on your cheek and close your eyes. Opening them slowly and looking into the sea of blue, “I love you, all sides of you, that doesn’t change because of a shiny crown and a title.” 

He slowly pulls out, and you whimper as he lowers you back to the ground, pulling down your skirts and fixing your corset. You both work in silence to be presentable again, his eyes bright as he smiles at you, “Then, let’s go,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand, “I think it’s time to announce our engagement.” He snickers as you walk along beside him back towards the party. 

“What are you laughing at?” you chuckle, watching his eyes filled with mirth. 

“Your mother is going to faint,” he laughs beside you. 

You groan and roll your eyes with a laugh, “Good, maybe she will be quiet for a few moments.” 

He booms out a laugh and pulls you close, kissing the top of your head, “oh my love, our life will never be boring.” 

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💧 Happy Birthday Hisoka ⭐️

commissioned art by twi.night on IG

The way I love him 💗 Working on a fic for him currently, but for now in honor of his birthday, I wanted to call myself out drop some hc’s I have for him. It’s a healthy mix of sfw/nsfw so minors dni. 🙃💗

P.S. I'm fully aware that Hisoka is not for everyone. If you don't like him pls don't waste your time interacting with this. I'm here for good vibes and to provide content for the peeps that like him. If you don't have anything nice to say, scrolling past this is always an option ☺��

CW/TW: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, light degrading, praise, vaginal sex, mention of sex toys.

⭐️ sfw💧

The first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning is to reach for you. Pulling you into his arms just to feel you breathing against him, running his hands along your skin.

As a Gemini he has two sides. When he’s soft, he’s soft. He loves spoiling you. This man has expensive taste. He’ll buy clothes for you that he likes seeing you in. “Oh? You think it’s too tight? Then we’ll just have to take your measurements again won’t we?”

Coffee? He knows how you like it. He knows if you’ve eaten that day even if you weren’t with him. He’ll cook for both of you. He’s not asking what you like because he already knows.

He loves watching you. Even when you think he’s doing something else, if you’re in the same room he’s enamored with the way you move, your mannerisms, your reactions to different things. His lips curled up into a half smile as he studies you lovingly from a distance.

He likes going all out for special days or nights. He knows you’d rather stay home but he loves dressing you up and showing you off. And his hands would be on you at all times making it very clear that you’re his.

He’s always thinking about you and keeps track of your necessities. Need more tampons? No you don’t, bc he already bought you more. Low on body wash? He’s already gotten your favorite kind.

⭐️ nsfw💧

Hisoka is handsy. If you’re within arms reach of him his hands are in your hair, on your neck, on your waist, your hips. His favorite thing is to touch you softly in some places and grip and squeeze you in others, watching your expressions, listening to your breaths catch, feeling your heartbeat shift. He’s always taking notes.

Obsessed with foreplay. He finds immense pleasure in your pleasure. Seeing how much you can take of his teasing until you’re begging for him to fuck you. He takes his time tasting you, biting you, his nails digging into your skin while you squirm under his touch.

The other side to this to this Gemini is sadistic and Hisoka is very verbal. Pulling moans from your lips like and endless fucking well. Holding you against him with your back to his chest, using his other hand to pinch your nipples, circle your clit with his fingers, slapping your pussy to feel you jolt and shudder against him. “Tell me how it feels, pretty. You like when I play with you like my lewd little fuck toy don’t you? You can feel what you’re doing to me can’t you? Wanna feel...this thick fucking cock...filling you all the way up? Beg for it. Open that sexy fucking mouth and beg.”

The fucking master of overstim. He’s not satisfied until you’re sobbing, telling him you can’t cum anymore. His head between your thighs, pulling you down further into his open mouth, lapping and nibbling at your clit, tongue fucking you until your legs shake. “Oh no...you can give me one more...” (you’ve already cum four times) pushing your legs up, slipping his fingers into you, lifting your pussy up to his mouth while he sits on his knees so he can look down at you and watch you arch your back, tears streaming down your face, your nails digging into him.

Bungee gum. For bondage and keeping the vibrator on your clit when he fucks you. He wants to keep his hands free to touch every inch of you.

This man is hung. 6’2 with big ass hands and thick everywhere. He takes his time making you cum over and over, prepping you to take all of him. His favorite positions are any position that lets him see your face clearly and he is flexible. Moving your body into positions that let him fuck you hard and deep. Burying himself inside you and smiling at you while you cry out, loving every second of knowing he’s making you feel utterly destroyed. He’d lean down to lick the tears off your face, whispering in your ear. “Such a good fucking girl, taking all this cock with that perfect pussy. Does it feel good right there baby? Awh...can’t talk while I’m fucking your pretty little brains out? Come on....let me hear you.”

The fucking king of aftercare. Hisoka will run your body ragged, but he makes up for it by running a warm bath for you to share. He'll massage small circles into your back, and shoulders, kissing your neck and running his fingers through your hair while he lathers you soft and slow. "Do you know how perfect you are? Every inch of you...so perfect in my arms."

pls I - 😩😭

@sweet-darling91

[barovian-dawn-seekers]

The Dawn Seekers

Sir Godfrey Gwilym, impressed once again with their attempts to fight the dark powers of the realm, asked what he should call his allies. Yavis had once jokingly called them all "The Investment," a joke entirely procured from her attempts at teaching them all better dealings with their currency. It was still a joke though, not worth taking on as an official moniker. She looked about each of her party members as they rested from a tough battle and thought of what it was they sought; an end to the doom and gloom looming over the land of Barovia. A symbol of the end of a nightmare. The rising of the sun.

With a smile she turned back to Godfrey and gave them a name. "The Dawn Seekers." Now also known as The Dawn Seeker brigade of the knights of the Order of the Silver Dragon.

So, I really wanted to do some huge detailed post with this gorgeous poster, but I'm still so flustered that that little snippet was all I could come up with. I had asked Earth if I could get a full party lineup so we'd finally have a good reference of everyone in one place. It was just going to be a single side by side lineup of everyone. Nothing impressive, but beautiful art as always. And then she asked me a few days ago if it would be alright if she took a shot at a full on poster style piece for them. The results still has me absolutely floored, but I can at least gush more about how much I love the composition of this piece! All of which was 100% Earth's doing!

Large and center we have the original three party members that ventured into the Death House, Friend of Foe, Armory, and Nemissa. Having joined the party at a later date, but still every bit as important, we have full shots of Mistake and Yavis at the bottom. Behind them all the sun burns brightly, spectral wings of a dragon stretching out. In part the wings call forth the imagery of Argynvost's spirit, his beakon of light now visible from nearly anywhere in Barovia after the party had successfully returned his skull to its rightful resting place. On the other hand, set on either side of Friend of Foe, they foreshadow oncoming powers as he continues to try to tap into the skills his mentor assured him he could obtain.

And then how the composition continues to slap so hard. Centered at the top, once called the party's ray of sunshine by Yavis, stands Friend of Foe in his unwavering determination. In the air above his hand is the pendant given to the party by Godfrey, which Friend keeps close to his heart at all times, which signifies to any who would question that they are allies of the Order of the Silver Dragon.

In the middle, Armory and Nemissa stand as the pillars of sanity, the voices of reason, in the party. Be it doing their best to keep the party from splitting and putting themselves in danger to actively voicing how bad of an idea it is to make a deal with Baba Lysaga, without them far more terrible decisions would be made on a daily basis. Together they also keep the party from falling, each with powerful healing magic.

Both Warforged are positioned on the left of the portrait, siblings by creation. On the right we have Yavis and Nemissa, whom have taken on the familial roles that one another greatly needed. One a mother that could not keep her child, the other a child abandoned by her mother as an infant.

I could ramble on and on. This portrait is absolutely amazing and if you haven't already you should all check out Earth's art. If you'd possibly like something like this for your party she's considering making it one of her tiers for her commissions! I've got more lovely works from her to get posted up when I've got the time, but I absolutely wanted to get this one up as quick as possible. <3

-Kyrit

[ticklygiggles]

Violet grass predicament | Aether, Diluc, Childe & Zhongli

Collab with @otomiya-tickles

A/N: *maniac laughter in the distance* beautiful Ginny and I are still on hiatus, lololol, but I showed her this wonderful art I saw on Twitter and we just exchanged ideas and we found ourselves writing this out, huhu~ we hope you enjoy it! Also this is my first time writing for Genshin and it was a pleasure to share this moment with my beautiful girl 💕

Summary: Diluc is pleased to welcome Aether with his Liyue friends Childe and Zhongli at the Angel's Share, and even offers his help in the thing they are investigating. Hunting violet grass is serious business after all. Or is it?

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"Heeeh? Violet grass? Again?"

Diluc had to fight back a smirk when he heard Aether gasping, even over the loud sounds of the tavern.

"What do you mean again?" The traveler asked, disbelief dripping from his voice. "Do you know how hard it is to get?!"

Aether sounded extremely offended by the words of his Liyue friend, and this time he really cracked a little smile that was easily mistaken as a polite one as he grabbed a pair of dirty plates from the table where a young couple were dining.

It was not the first time he's brought them around. A few months ago, Aether came into Angel's Share, telling Diluc that he had brought someone from Liyue that really wanted to try Mondstadt's best wine.

Of course Diluc had felt proud and he eagerly introduced himself to the visitors. He liked them, one more than the other, though. Zhongli was a nice visitor, he always knew what to say and was enchanted by the delicious wine, claiming that it was, in fact, one of the best of Teyvat.

Childe, on the other hand, was loud and a tease and Diluc couldn't help but have his defenses up when he was around him, but as much as Childe was a little childish, he was also fun and Diluc had teeth marks on the inside of his cheeks from holding back his laughter every time he heard Childe talk.

Now it was a common thing to have this trio over at the tavern talking about food, commissions and some other matters around Teyvat. Diluc frequently found himself sitting with them, enjoying a nice talk and drink as he took orders from the other clients and cleaned up tables as the good owner he was.

Tonight was no different and, as he walked around with a tray with some empty glasses, he couldn't help himself and quickly stopped by the table where Childe, Aether and Zhongli were dining.

"There are quite a few around here," Diluc said, his fingertip touching a spot in the map between Aether's hands. "Around the Archon's statue in Mingyun Village."

"Ah, certainly," Zhongli declared with that deep voice of his as he looked over the area in the map. "Diluc is right. I remember seeing a path of violet grass during a walk on my own. Unfortunately it does grow in cliffs and is hard to get if you don't have a good condition," he said and both Aether and Diluc nodded, but the traveler also let out a soft whine that made Childe giggle.

"Oh, but how is it that Diluc knows this? Isn't he always in Mondstadt?" Childe asked with a playful smile as he rested his chin upon the palm of his hand, looking at Diluc with curious eyes.

Diluc shrugged. "I've been trying to make a drink with violet grass, so I often come and get fresh flowers there. There's a whole path as Zhongli says, you see," he said, glading his finger over the map. "Here, here and here. Can you mark it?"

"Ah, yes! Diluc is the best!" Aether said excitedly, quickly marking all the spots on his map as both Diluc and Zhongli mentioned them.

“Don’t exaggerate. I was just -- AHh!” Diluc spazzed suddenly, almost dropping the glasses as he felt a finger poke his side. He looked where the random tickle came from and saw Childe smirking at him.

“Don’t be modest when our Traveler compliments you,” he teased. The young Harbinger then casually held up a finger, “Ah by the way Diluc. Please pour one more glass of your finest wine to Mr. Zhongli here. And some Wolfhook juice for our traveler here,” Childe ordered, and he held up his own glass which was still full and winked. “I’m still good.”

“I could order myself,” Zhongli said calmly, and Aether stuttered, “J-Juice?” but did not seem to object, so Diluc rolled his eyes fondly at the trio and went to fetch them their drinks. Behind him he heard the three express their admiration of Diluc’s knowledge and Aether was eagerly noting the route for his violet grass hunt.

Heading back to them with the drinks, Diluc first handed Zhongli his drink and then stood by Aether to put down the juice. Right at that moment, there was that sudden ticklish touch again. This time on his back. A single finger traced a quick path down his back, and he arched up so suddenly he dropped the Wolfhook Juice all over Aether’s lap.

“AH!” Aether twitched in surprise, and Zhongli looked up with mild concern, letting out a simple “oh” in realization that Aether was covered in juice. Meanwhile Childe… did not stop tickling Diluc.

“Look at what you did Diluc~” Childe mocked, his hand lowering to Diluc’s side and squeezing him there a couple of times, making him bark out some involuntary strange ugly laughs, in his opinion.

“GAahaha! H-hey q-quit that!” He made odd dancing moves to squirm his way out of there, but the grip and strength in the innocent touch of Childe’s hand was quite strong.

“Please go get us something to help him clean,” Childe said, his hand continuing to assault Diluc’s side.

Diluc tried to bite his tongue to prevent making a fool of himself in front of everyone inside the Angel's Share but, thankfully, the tavern was rather empty and most of the people around were beyond past their drinking limit, so he was not too worried when he felt Childe's fingers giving his lower ribs a firm squeeze that had him letting out a bright cackle before he pushed Childe's hand away from his body.

"Ouch!" Childe whined, rubbing the spot where Diluc had slapped him.

"I said stop," Diluc said, narrowing his eyes just as Zhongli said: "You deserve it. Now look at what happened to Aether."

He gently pointed at the poor traveler that was trying to save his precious map from the juice that had splashed on the table, not caring about the liquid covering his lap and even some parts of his bare middle.

Diluc winced a little. "I apologize, Aether. Give me one second, I'll bring a towel."

Aether hurriedly shook his head, holding his map up, "please don't worry! I know this was not your fault," he said, sending a glare to a certain Harbinger who only giggled, lifting his hands and showing his palms.

"What~? I was just wondering if Diluc was ticklish!" He said, smirking playfully as Diluc rolled his eyes and made his way to bring a towel for the traveler. "He was looking so serious, the idea suddenly popped into my head and I just couldn't help but do it!"

"You're going to pay extra for it," Zhongli said, drinking some wine as he took the map from Aether's hands and carefully settled it on the other side of the table where it could be safe from the purple-ish liquid.

"Heh? But I always pay, Mr. Zhongli!"

"Here's the towel. If you feel too sticky you can take another one and go wash a little in the bathroom," Diluc said gently, placing a refill of juice on the table. "This one's on me."

“Thank you Diluc! I’m sorry tha-- EEhp!” Diluc looked down in surprise when Aether yelped; Childe had taken the towel and started rubbing it against Aether’s middle.

“Hm? So noisy, right Diluc?” Childe said, but Diluc could see he was resuming his tickle antics on purpose as he moved it all over Aether’s bare midriff to rub off the sticky juice.

“Seriously?” Diluc muttered, but what followed after was Aether’s loud bubbly laughter. He squirmed, trying to fight off Childe with cute flailing movements.

“C-Chihihilde! N-not like thahahat! G-give me t-the tohohowel! S-stop!” Aether jumped and squirmed. Diluc could even see Childe use his other hand sneakily to ‘keep Aether in place’ but it just pinched and squeezed a little to add to the traveler’s predicament.

“This won’t do. Diluc, Mr. Zhongli, help a hand?” Childe whined, but Zhongli ignored the request and Diluc, blushing a little, turned around quickly to tend to some other guests with Aether’s sweet laughter in the background.

“Stahaahap~!” Aether giggled and Diluc saw from the corner of his eye that he tried to get up, but Childe's hand squeezing and pinching his side, really held him in place.

He felt his cheeks getting warmer and warmer then more he heard Aether's laughter growing louder and hysterical.

"Ahahaha! Not thehehere!" Aether cackled, kicking his legs when Childe helped him 'clean' his thighs by squeezing them with the towel.

"Stop moving so much," Childe said and Diluc could hear the smirk in his voice. "I can't help you if you're squirming like this!"

"I dihihihidn't ahahask for your hehehelp!" Aether said and Diluc nodded as he walked to get the freshly poured jugs of liquor.

"Mr. Diluc, what is all this ruckus about?" Charles asked, lending him a couple of drinks. "Is that the traveler laughing?"

Diluc blushed even more and he swore under his breath. "Don't mind it. I'll go take care of it."

"Oh, okay. It's not a big deal, though. I was just curious. Sounds like they're having fun."

Thankfully, they hadn't noticed that the reason for that laugh was because Aether was being tickled to death.

Diluc placed the orders with a gentle smile on one of the tables before rushing to where the trio was causing a scene.

"You, rascal," Diluc said, shivering when he saw Childe full on tickling Aether. "Could you quit your stupid game? You're disturbing everyone."

Childe clicked his tongue before looking up at Diluc as his fingers purposely moved to squeeze at Aether's ribs. Diluc felt the faint tingles wrapping around his own ribcage, but he stood there, trying to seem intimidating.

"Now, Diluc. I don't think that's true. I bet everyone is enjoying hearing the traveler's laughter, don't you think?"

"I certainly don't," Diluc said and he waited a few seconds for Childe to stop, but when he didn't, he sent a pleading look to Zhongli. "Zhongli, please? Could you do something?"

Zhongli let out a long sigh, raising a hand toward Diluc. "Rest assured. I've got this."

Diluc thanked him silently before leaving again, keeping an ear perked up to hear the man put some order.

"Childe."

To Diluc's surprise, Aether's laughter slowed down to soft giggling right away, and sending a quick glance to their table, he saw Childe pouting as Zhongli held the towel in his own hands.

"You're disturbing the diners," he said, carefully patting Aether's arms and stomach to properly dry him up. "You're going to make Diluc kick us out of here and we haven't had the chance to chat yet."

Hmh. Good. Diluc nodded in satisfaction, impressed how Zhongli put an end to the tickly chaos right away, and he turned back and continued to work.

“All good,” he told Charles. Then… They both looked up when suddenly a remarkable sound was heard, and Diluc turned around. His eyes widened when they confirmed what he was hearing. Zhongli was laughing.

“Q-quihihit that, C-Childe!” Diluc watched the scene with raised eyebrows. Childe had found his next victim, and oh how he was going at him with full strength. Diluc was shocked to see Childe had his hands on both sides of Zhongli’s waist, fingers digging in playfully as he made the radiant man stumble and let out some huffy laughs.

“Childe stop!” Aether hissed, still blushing as he tried to pry his hands off Zhongli, but the Harbinger had a mission and knowing how this went with Aether and himself, Diluc was afraid this was going to take a while.

“Aw what’s wrong, Mr. Zhongli~? So serious,” Childe whined with pouty lips, his fingers digging into Zhongli’s slender waist before pinching and squeezing their way upwards.

Diluc could see that Zhongli was doing his best to keep himself from laughing, he even covered his mouth with one of his hands as the other desperately tried to push Childe away from him, but goodness, that kid was strong and persistent and Diluc knew, deep inside him, that Zhongli would eventually lose his fight.

Surprisingly, it took less than he thought. Zhongli was suddenly throwing his head back as deep, rumbly cackles poured out of his mouth as soon as Childe's fingers found their way right under the man's arms.

"I s-sahahahaid quihihihit it!" Zhongli laughed, now using both hands to try and push Childe.

"Childe!" Aether squeaked. "Diluc is going to get mad! Quit it!"

"Diluc should lighten up a bit," Childe said, chuckling to himself as he slowly tickled Zhongli apart. "Mr. Zhongli was being too serious, I just wanted him to lighten up too."

Diluc sighed, massaging his temple as he heard Childe's words. Charles cleared his throat and Diluc tensed up.

"Ah, so it's that," he said, chuckling softly and Diluc couldn't feel more mortified. "It's no big deal, Mr. Diluc. I'm sure a few customers seem happy to hear Mr. Zhongli laughing," he chuckled, pointing at a table with a movement of his chin and Diluc saw how a few ladies were blushing as they looked over at Zhongli.

He sighed. Walking to the trio one more time. "Last chance before I throw the three of you out."

"Eh?! But why me?!" Aether whined, pulling at Childe's arms, trying to save Zhongli from the armpit tickles that had him all uncoordinated. "Childe!"

“Hm~?” Childe hummed, even increasing his tickle attack.

“AHaha- s-stop! N-not there, Childe!”

“Last chance!” Diluc huffed, very aware and embarrassed that everyone was watching them now. Oh… Everyone was watching? Diluc clenched his fist. So be it then. He stood behind Childe who continued to playfully cackle along with Zhongli, and he grazed both sides of his ribcage slightly in hesitation before digging in fully, tickling him hard.

“HEYAh!” Childe didn’t let go of Zhongli yet but even clenched onto him, his fingers continuing to dig into Zhongli’s sensitive torso. Childe’s laughter was instantly louder than Zhongli’s, though.

“Are you going to quit now, huh?” Diluc asked, his fingers digging furiously into Childe’s sides by now. Childe flailed and threw his head back.

“Ahahalright! H-hahang on- hehehey!” No one, not even Childe had obviously expected Diluc to resort to the ways he did. Not even Diluc himself, actually. But it seemed to work. With Childe’s grip weakened, Zhongli could finally pull himself free, and he stood on Aether’s other side to catch his breath while Diluc continued to punish Childe.

Agh, honestly. Doing something like this in front of everyone! Mondstadt was a tiny town, he knew the rumors about him tickling someone from Liyue would quickly reach everyone's ears and what would he say when people ask him about it?

"S-Stahahahap!" Childe laughed, shrieking when Diluc's fingers grazed that path of uncovered skin on his side. "I'll behahahahave, I'm sohohohorry!"

Well, of course he'd say he did it because Childe deserved a taste of his own medicine, and he should be thankful Diluc didn't actually kick him out and exile him from the Angel's Share!

Besides… this was kind of fun, but he still had work to do. "You'll behave? Is that a promise?" Childe nodded, his face going a bit pink with all that laughter blooming past his lips. "Very well," Diluc said and he stopped, leaning back up as he fixed his clothes. "Now excuse me."

He left without a word and heard Childe getting the giggles as he sat back on his chair, Zhongli also taking his seat back after catching his breath and relaxing with a sip of his wine.

"Childe, you're insane," Aether sighed, throwing the towel at Childe.

Childe laughed, "maybe a little but hey, you guys had fun!"

Diluc turned a little to look over at the trio and found that they were smiling softly, cheeks flushed as they started to talk again about the violet grass locations.

Only after a few minutes, Diluc noticed that he had also been smiling softly the whole time and even though that made him feel a little flustered, he couldn't help but think that he, in fact, had lots of fun when these three came to visit the tavern.

"There are a few in Stone Forest too," Diluc said, placing a plate of snacks on their table.

"Aaah, Diluc really is the best!"

Diluc wondered if he should visit Liyue from time to time as well.

[mk-wizard]

How “Zombie Garfield” Happened

Hello, friends.

Today, I want to talk about a comic series that is extremely special to me because it is one of the many comics that made me realize what I wanted to do as a calling and it helped shame my childhood as well as my sense of humour: Garfield. Sadly... this essay will be a negative one, but it needs to be written. It is how the “Zombie Garfield” came to be. No, it’s not a Halloween special, it is a case of how the downfall of Garfield happened and how it became nothing more than a shadow of what it once was. Note that this essay is also subjective and I am well aware that some fans like the new Garfield. I have nothing, but respect for those fans, but as someone who read Garfield from the beginning and owned a large majority of its books for the last 25 years, I can tell you that the iconic orange fat can is not what he once was and while he has yet to lose weight, he has lost a lot of his original charm. And it goes well beyond seasonal rot. To understand how Zombie Garfield came to be, I will list all the things that made classic Garfield great and how those qualities are now gone. And for the record, this is coming from someone who supports reboots and getting with the times.

1- Garfield is still and always will be a cat. - No matter out outlandish, wacky, ambidextrous his forepaws are or quirky Garfield will act, he will always fall back on being a cat. He cannot talk meaning no one can understand or hear his thoughts, he walks on four legs most of the time and he is a creature of his species habit. With the exception of eating mice that is.

In short, Garfield was smarter and more self-aware than the average cat, but he is a cat and would act like one. That was part of what made him funny, but over time, Garfield would walk only on his hind legs which now had human like feet, everyone could hear his thoughts or he could talk, and he was able to do everything a human being could do. In other words, Garfield became more like an anthropomorphic cat playing the part of a cat.

It just isn’t the same and while I love the Looney Toons for being this way, Garfield isn’t a Looney Toon. He was his own unique thing and now, that uniqueness is gone and I’m not the only who misses it. After all, Garfield paved the way for other pet themed comics thanks to being a cat. It also feels all the more wrong to stop being what he is supposed to be for that reason.

2- Garfield has a heart. - While Garfield has the personality of a problem child and slightly bullying big brother, deep down, he loves John, Odie and at one time, the comic was on the path with Garfield even growing to love Nermal. And no, this isn’t a joke. At one time, Nermal growing on Garfield was a thing.

That was also a huge part of the joke. Garfield was cynical, sarcastic and savage, but deep down, had a lot of love to give. And that is why we loved the comic strip. After all, how can you have a family slice of life comic if there’s no love? Now, Garfield’s antics have become outright sadistic to the point of being grimly homicidal which I get is funny to some, but to a long time fan like me, that is shocking and not the Garfield I know. At all. And not just Garfield. Everyone in the comic has become so mean spirited. While the Garfield family was never a perfect one, it was never dysfunctional like it is now. While even Nermal used to say clever quips, he was never actually mean because he actually admired Garfield. Now, the heart has been replaced with stone and it shows.

3- Garfield was relatable. - And not just for people with cats or for socially awkward people like Jon. Garfield was relatable to people in general because it dealt with issues that the average person could relate to. It wasn’t all about Garfield being a glutton or just putting down Jon. While exaggerated at times, at the core, we could all put ourselves in the characters’ shoes at one time or another. Kind of like, this situation right here;

Nowadays, we have Garfield taking these mission impossible type trips all the way in the Amazon jungle, he finds a dinosaur bone in his backyard and there was even a special about him becoming a superhero.

Now, I don’t mind specials that switch it up, but even the specials should be grounded in reality because that was Garfield’s major audience: real people. And I also understand that the new Garfield Show cartoon is aimed for children, but the type of episodes it features feel like they belong in another setting. Not for Garfield.

4- Everyone would win and lose some sometimes. Including Garfield. - In other words, Garfield was not a Mary Sue who would get away with everything no matter how awful he acted. Sooner or later, he would get his karma moments just like everyone else would. And on the flipside, the others would win every now and then for their efforts including Jon and Odie. This kept the characters interesting and funny.

Now, there seems to be an unwritten rule that no matter how bad Garfield acts, the worst he gets is a slap on the paw. And also, Jon just isn’t allowed to win anymore (with the exception of the point I will bring up next and I’m surprised he still has that with how he is written now). This has changed Garfield into a mischievous yet loveable cat to a borderline abuser. This is absolute not the Garfield I know at all. Sure, he was savage at times, but never cruel. And Jon was socially awkward and had a rocky love life, but he was never THIS inept.

5- Jon’s struggle with winning Liz’s heart. - If there was one true plot to Garfield, it was Jon finding true love though specifically, him trying to woo Garfield’s vet Liz. It was always kind of hinted that sooner or later, Jon would finally capture her heart and it was something we were all rooting for yet at the same time, it would be bittersweet because it would mark the end of the series just as Steve Urkell finally winning Laura Winslow from Family Matters marked the end of that series. As long as Liz only at best tolerated Jon, it meant that the story was still going on and in its defense, the comic was still funny throughout that period even if by the end, its age was starting to show.

And on a side note, I mean even years after this phase of the comic, but this is the best of the Jon wooing Liz strip’s in my opinion. Anyway, when the fateful day happened where the pair finally went steady, we all expected to end. Of course, not abruptly as there would be a few new jokes to tell, but the story ran its natural course and the only big left to do was end it on a high note with Jon and Liz most likely either getting married or at least living together... but that didn’t happen. The comic is still ongoing which is a disservice to it because all of the important jokes have run out. Now, it looks like the story will continue until Liz leaves Jon which is not a good way to end the show because instead of ending on a happy high note, it will end on a sad low note. If it even ends when that happens.

Now, as I stated before, this is all my opinion, but I have to say that in my mind, once Liz finally became Jon’s woman and the family accepted her, Garfield ended. I also want to clear the air that new Garfield in no way, shape or form changes the way I feel about my Garfield. Nothing can change that for me. I am just saying that I have lost interest in the comic and I just take it as another example of what happens when you don’t let a story end once it has run its natural course. It loses itself.

But what do all of you think? What has Garfield lost? And what is your opinion on new Garfield? I would love to hear it. If you love my essays and my work, do give me a follow and even drop me a Ko-Fi or become a patron of mine. I also make art, webcomics and I do commissions. All links are in my profile page.

Thanks for reading and as always, have a great day and stay safe.

[commanderserwin]

hii! if you���re still taking requests… could u do a erwin fic where the reader is the local artist and he attends one of her exhibitions and falls in love and then visits her often under the premise of commissioning work for his office but her really just wants to spend time with her. maybe her being a little messy and he always leaves with a bit of paint on him and everyone is like oh? 👀 then he asks for her to do his commander portrait and that’s when they confess to each other... :) thank u

✧ notes. hello there !! i’m so sorry this took a while !! but hey, it’s here and finished and this was so soft 🥺 i hope you like this one and thank you !! please enjoy ♡ 

— colors with erwin smith.

for the times erwin has his day-offs, he often wishes for the days to be longer than twenty-four hours. time goes by so quick once he steps inside your studio, his heart thumping at every word and every second that passes by shared with multiple stories and thousands of smiles. everything flowed smoothly and quickly between the small space and he’s grateful to be able to experience it.

the stench of harsh paint and messy, spluttered wall felt like home to erwin already— something that he has already gotten used to.

even his trousers literally reminded him of you.

last month, it was green and yellow streaks of paint on his trousers.

last week, it was blue and red on the pad of his fingers as he tried to follow your strokes on the empty canvass.

yesterday, it was orange and violet that decorated his white shirt.

today, it was white and brown that danced on his skin— mixing together with all the colors that splashed all over his trousers, jacket, and shirt.

erwin realized that all the colors felt like home— just as well the color of your eyes, glinting with joy and whenever he looks at you, his heart swells up a little, making space for you in it.

the only little thing he wishes is for you to feel the same way. erwin wishes that he was the reason for the blush on your cheeks whenever he would give you a flower he plucked along the way; or the slight stuttering when you realized you stared too long at him and him at you.

“you don’t have to—,” erwin waved his hands for the nth time for the nth that he stayed in your studio, “it’s going to come off anyway—,”

“oh, please,” you rushed to wipe a moist towel on the hem of his trousers, guilt washing in, “you can’t go walking around or... or back to the headquarters with paint all over you!”

erwin softly sighed, accepting his defeat as you pushed him on the chair, rubbing furiously to get rid of the paint that added enough fainted colors to his plain uniform.

“i’m sure they’re used to it,” erwin said.

erwin smiled at the memory of everybody he passes by, all with curious looks as they pointed out at the spluttered paint of his clothes— even levi showed a bit of disgust at the mess, but eventually got used to it after day by day of arriving with more paint that usual.

“that is all my fault,” you muttered, your hands shaking a little as embarrassment filled your whole body, heat rising as erwin squeezed your shoulder.

erwin’s breath staggered just by a little, his eyes softening at the sight of you, your smile earning a spot on his mind. his mind even short-circuited as you stood up, your mouth moving but his ears not receiving verbal feedback.

he doesn’t understand why— until you placed a hand on your hip, and a brush on the other as you stared at him behind the canvass that you were about to start on.

“what... what did you say?”

“i said, your painting is finished and dried,” you repeated, pointing at the art of a field with some dandelions, smiling widely “for your office you said?”

erwin nodded, brushing his trousers as he walked to the painting— admiring closely the brush strokes and the colors that matched that day. he came with you on that day that he requested, following behind you as he carried your art materials as you set up your easel. that day— was the start of it all.

you sat on your stool, jars of paint beside you on the table, as well as the new set of brushes erwin has given you. they feel light, comfortable— and you couldn’t help but feel a little tight on the chest as you traced your finger on top of the engraved initials. made especially for you, given by erwin only for you.

“tell me if you’re ready,” you called on erwin, watching him nod as he gave you a quick smile.

erwin a few feet away from you, legs apart, arms crossed— the sunlight from the window gracing the side of his face, making his blue eyes slightly lighter as it the sun highlighted his beautiful features, as well as capturing his captivating lips.

“are you sure you want to stand for your painting?” you asked, readying the yellow and white paint— mixing it all together. “this is going to take a while.”

“i’m sure.”

“can you...” you asked, tilting your head for him, making him follow you, “turn your head...”

“this?”

“a little more to the left?”

“this?”

“too much.”

“how about now?”

“hmm,” you hummed, nibbling on your thumb as erwin stretched his neck— tensed shoulders and all. you walked up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “can i?”

erwin nodded, feeling his whole body tense up— then relax at your touches, making his whole body scream. he looked down, suddenly aware of the small distance between you and him— yet you stayed oblivious as you squeezed his shoulders just a little, your thumbs rubbing circles on his neck.

your eyes took notice the tiny spots of paint on his neck and cheek, leaving the neck hole messy with paint as well the jacket. you smiled at your mess— feeling the blood rushing in to your cheeks.

“try to relax,” you whispered, making the greatest mistake of looking up, already captivated with his blue eyes and the pink on his lips.

it also didn’t help that you were so close— unbelievably close that could feel everything, aware of the distance and the way he looked down at you with such ease and softness.

his hands rests on your waist, pulling you flush against him as you circle an arm around his shoulders. his hand went up on your side, his calloused palm tickling the side of your arm as it traced to the side of your neck— your cheek now resting on his hand, his thumb circling near the corner of your lips.

how long has it been for the two of you to become quite comfortable? 

has it been months?

your thoughts fluttered to the day that you’ve met him— and you would be lying if you said your eyes weren’t following him. who could not acknowledge him? the way his mouth curled up as he stood by your painting— wandering eyes as he took the art before him, and when he finally met yours, it felt so intoxicating.

enought that even if it made you nervous of falling, you wanted and looked for him.

he made it so easy for you— when he suddenly appeared at your studio. he was discussing the paintings, the colors, even the brush stroke that you were so enticed with him, your mind flew away. and it didn’t stop that day. it went on for months and months— that whenever the door would ring, you’d greet him with a smile reserved just for him.

suddenly, you’re pressed flushed against your muse, heart thumping as you placed your hand on his hip.

“have i told you about when i first met you?” erwin whispered, watching your eyes— smiling at the deepening blush and for sure that matched his.

“i believe you haven’t,” you responded quietly, biting yourself back to not lurch over him quickly.

“your exhibition that day near the plaza,” erwin explained, his voice gentle, “you simply mesmerized me.”

“oh, you and your way of words,” you blushed deeply, slapping his shoulder gently as erwin chuckled softly, “enough! all right!”

“but it’s the truth,” erwin whispered, watching you closely as your body melted into his, leaning into his touch as he wiped his thumb softly across your soft lips, “can i show you how i was mesmerized?”

you laughed, eyes twinkling as erwin shared the laughter with you, his hands never your yours, “show me how?”

“a kiss?”

in that moment, a nod was all he needed, a literal answered prayer.