#ghost blanc au

[bizarreauhavre]

The ghost potato, 1939, (surrealist movie).

[twilighttheater]

who will dance with you at the starlight ball?

no one. maybe?

The night passes in a flurry of music, conversation, and light, but you do not dance even once. You wander the halls, and the corridors and come back to the dance hall once all the revelers have left and the music has ended. Motes of dust float in the air, shimmering in the first rays of sun after dawn. A faint tune rings in your ears, an ancient melody, a soft song in an unknown language that has not been sung for centuries. Your feet seem to move of their own accord, and you dance and twirl to this ethereal song. A hand holds yours, incorporeal, soft, and warm as a summer breeze. This presence, old a the palace itself, sings the song and leads you in a dance whose steps you do not know. When the morning sun pools into the room and blinds your eyes, the song will end and you will be left completely alone in the hall, now silent and cold as the grave. In your hand, you will find a thin golden key that was not there before. Will you come back and find what ancient door it opens?

Bonus result I'm including for reasons:

a masked stranger

In dark clothes and a full face mask, this stranger gives you an elegant bow and extends their hand. The dance is swift and leaves you breathless, and they are gone as suddenly as they appeared. When you wander away from the ball you run into them and hear a loud clatter as a sack falls onto the floor and spills its contents. In the low candlelight you can see the crown jewels glimmering as they pick them up and shove them back in the sack. They look at you, their expression unreadable behind the mask. They raise a finger in front of their mask and disappear back into the shadows, without a trace. Later that night, you find in your pocket an obsidian and gold bangle and a note thanking you for your silence. After this ball, you will catch glimpses of them in the street, at other events, late in the night. One night, you will find them in your room, going through your possessions. still wearing a mask, their clothes the same as the ones from the ball, now ragged and worn. No signs of riches from the jewels they stole. They will playfully claim they did not know it was your house. They will then mention an ancient palace, full of traps, the vengeful spirits of the royal family that used to inhabit it, and immeasurable riches. They will offer you to come with them. You have never seen their face. Will you follow them into danger?

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 - Sphinx!Gaz Headcanons

Tags: monster au, sphinx shifter! gaz, poly 141, cuddling, snuggling, generally just sweet vibes, a/b/o dynamics sort of??

-Despite popular belief, he is not a riddle teller, so much as a riddle solver. Gaz is a sharp man, intuitive and observant.  Even if he hadn't come from a long line of notoriously clever shifters, little would stump him to begin with. Man loves a good puzzle, which mostly extends to puzzle games or toys. In addition to a serious love of mystery movies (Benoit Blanc better watch his ass). He does keep a handful of different apps on his phone, just to keep from getting bored, and often finds himself in wikipedia rabbit holes researching anything and everything. All this being said, he will break out a cheesy riddle on occasion, just to be a big smartass.

-Gaz is very physically affectionate with his pack. Fondly pressing his head to Ghost’s shoulder or chest after a particularly lame joke. Chuckling into his shirt. Grabbing Soap by his jaw during an embrace, pressing their cheeks or temples together. Nipping his ear playfully. Gently ramming his forehead to Price’s at the evac point, a silent check in after a grueling mission. 

- A notorious biter, nothing rough unless you ask of course, but the pack are certainly his chew toys.  Leaning over to chomp playfully at Soap’s shoulder when he isn’t paying attention to him. Nipping at the plush pectorals of Ghost’s chest when he is ready to quit napping with him. Chasing and nibbling at Price’s fingers as he tries to patch up his face.  

- Also say goodbye to your personal space, as he regularly, unceremoniously lounges on other members of his pack like they're furniture, sprawling himself over his mates. He tucks himself neatly against the soft fat of Ghost’s stomach and chest, his toes buried underneath Soap’s thigh. 

-Is also very content to let other pack members drape themselves over him. Rumbling happily at a conked out Soap draped over him like a weighted blanket. If one or more are napping around him, be prepared for a cuddle puddle. Gaz craves the physical contact.

- Sphinx commonly communicate with subtle sounds or facial expressions. This being said he is expressive, his feelings written in the lines of his face. (Leading to some mad RBF at times). He also has a tendency to reply in soft hums or huffs. A fair amount of communication with his family was non-verbal. He has been warned more than once to use his words when displeased. 

-Let’s not forget purring, and boy does he purr. Price was positively chuffed when he first heard it, a low rumble that he could barely make out above the mechanical roar of the helo. The op had been exhausting, and Gaz and slumped against his shoulder within the first 5 minutes of their trek home. Safe. Gaz felt safe. Safe enough to rest openly against his captain. It made his heart swell. Price settled in, adjusting the younger sergeant more comfortably before crossing his arms and relaxing himself. Letting the soft rumble lull him.  

-Gaz also possesses a deafening roar. His harmonics can paralyze and injure most in proximity, even deafen. And if you're small enough, completely knock you over with the force of it.

-there is an inherent magic to felids, and this extends to Gaz, who has the ability to see (or at minimum sense) most spirits and spells.  We've all seen cats stare into empty corners…well, they're not staring at nothing.

-yes the purring is indicative of a safe and happy sphinx, but there is a subtle magic to this as well. The resonant purr having a calming effect on those around him, he has lulled more than one pack member into resting with it. Sit with him long enough and you will be handed one ticket to sleepy town junction, whether you like it or not.  No one is immune. 

-Gaz has the sharpest eyes out of all the pack, making him an invaluable sniper. He also shares enhanced hearing, smell, strength and an improved healing factor. 

-There are differing species of sphinx, with their own unique shapes and dispositions. Gaz, even in a full humanoid form still possesses visible characteristics of his species (androsphinx), slitted pupils, long tufted tail, and most notably large wings.  

-Gaz’s wings are bulky, and not designed for extended periods of true flight. While possible, it takes a great deal of energy. It’s something he has to prepare for. They serve him better as enhancements to movement, such as gliding, covering large distances or scaling great heights.

Gaz’s wings can also produce a tremendous gust of wind, and act as a shield for certain types of damage.  

-Gaz, similarly to Price can control his shift, able to alter his body in varying degrees of change. Though some things cannot be completely deteriorated, such as his eyes, wings and tail. Most sphinxes are gifted a unique article as children, usually a piece of jewelry with a glamour charm. In Gaz’s case, this a small  paracord bracelet, its subtle and durable, ideal for his line of work. Other charms can be made, though the charm is tedious to apply. His hat, as well as charming gold earring, all have the same charm applied. 

-Unlike Price and Simon, Gaz’s nature leans less towards possessiveness (though it’s still present), but rather a fierce protectiveness for his pack. He is the peace keeper, a pillar of emotional stability and comfort for his mates. Who he serves not only physically, but emotionally as well. Any slight towards his mates is unacceptable, and while they may forget or forgive, Gaz will not. He will protect them viciously. If not with the gun in his hands then with teeth and claws. 

-Sphinx are territorial. While most are able to tell the difference between deliberate intrusion and accidental trespass. Gaz still gets antsy about the 141's barracks. That he has self declared as exclusively his territory. Like a guard dog who wasn't given permission to bite (yet), he follows any perceived intruder around at a distance, watching around corners in case they try to touch anything. 

-Perhaps even more serious to him than the barracks? His room. A den he calls it, but it's really a nest. His nest is well guarded and maintained, his sanctuary of safety and comfort in a profession full of bloodshed and adrenaline. As social as sphinx are it can be a difficult thing to be away from his pack, and so he keeps articles of clothing from his lovers, weaves them into his nest so the scents weave and surround him like a warm blanket.

-Gaz, thinking himself a rather clever shit, had taken to stealing the items at first. Well not stealing per se, borrowing really. He gives them all back…at some point. In the beginning, while the pack had gotten close, his nest was sorely void of real comfort. It was childish by sphinx standards, to still need a nest after one had left home in their solitary journey. Too embarrassed to outright ask, he took to snagging clothes from the laundry room, washed, but his pack mates scent lingered just enough to tie him over. Only to be replaced with something else when the scent faded completely. 

-Ghost, of course, was the first to notice. Being forgetful was something Ghost was not. And he knew when his favorite hoodie was missing god damn it, only to mystically appear when he pulled his clothes from the dryer, just for another favorite, an old soft band t-shirt, to come up missing next. Ghost clocked him soon afterward, catching the little thief by the familiar scents that clung to Gaz when he shuffled into the kitchen that morning. 

-After a stern conversation with his Lieutenant, Gaz explained himself with burning cheeks. Ghost hadn't said a word, only yanked his current sweatshirt off his shoulders, shoving it into Gaz's hands. “Go on then, and bring me my other one back" he grunted.

-From then on, like clockwork, Gaz retrieves his treasures. Swapping out clothes for new pieces, warm and scent heavy.  Price is sure to drop off extra when he anticipates being on longer missions. Soft cotton sweatshirts soaked in his honey-tobacco scent.  Why no he did not shift and then wallow on these clothes like a chinchilla to make sure his scent sticks…ignore all the dog hair. 

-It would only get better once his pack began to tumble in bed with him, their scents mingling, soaking into his plush blankets. Now, Gaz sleeps soundly, purring serenely against the skin of one or more of his mates.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

At Mid Winter ~ Part 1

RadioApple❄️Human Au/Age Gap✨Top!Dom!Alastor

✨Divorced Dad!Lucifer❄️Explicit~ 4.2k

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On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A little professor/student rp~

Fluffy snowflakes drifted past the frosted window of the forensic professor’s dimly lit office, creating a mesmerizing dance in the amber glow.

The walls were lined with dusty bookshelves and glass jars filled with strange specimens, casting long shadows that seemed to pulse with life.

Alastor stood by the window, his tall frame blocking out most of the light as he turned to face Lucifer. His hand rested warmly and confidently at the small of Lucifer's back, their closeness adding a sense of comfort in the otherwise eerie atmosphere.

Lucifer's nose was filled with the scent of old books and leather mingling with the faint aroma of Alastor's cinnamon cologne.

His eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in the towering bookshelves and the imposing mahogany desk that dominated the space.

“Well, Professor Morningstar," Alastor purred, his breath ghosting Lucifer's ear and making him shiver. “Shall we begin our little…extracurricular activity?”

Lucifer's pulse jumped.

Alastor's hazel eyes gleamed with mischief and promise. It was unfair, really, how good the windswept brunette looked.

Cheeks sort of flushed, hair perfectly disarrayed, and a few snowflakes still clinging to his round wire-rim glasses.

"I…I'm not sure about this, Alastor," Lucifer stammered, desire warring with nerves in his chest. "Aren't professors usually the ones in control?"

"Color, darling?" Alastor asked, stroking Lucifer's hip.

"Green. I'm green. Just…this is new for me."

Alastor's lips curved. "I know. That's what makes it exciting. Trust me?"

"Always." Lucifer searched Alastor's face—so confident, so in command. Slowly, he nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

The younger man had done so much for him, made him feel things he never dreamed he could. The least Lucifer could do was indulge Alastor's fantasies.

"Good boy," Alastor praised, making Lucifer's knees go weak. "That's all I ask," Alastor said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Now, Professor, about those grades of mine…"

The blonde may not know how to play a professor, but he knew exactly how to submit to Alastor's desires.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

He squared his shoulders, meeting Alastor's heated gaze. "Now, what was it you wanted to discuss about your performance, Mr. Le Blanc?"

Alastor's smile sharpened. He stepped closer, crowding Lucifer back against the professor's desk. "Oh, I think you know…sir."

Lucifer swallowed hard, his heart pounding as Alastor invaded his space. The younger man's presence was overwhelming as ever, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He thought, after a few weeks, he’d get over it. That the effect Alastor had on him would dull over time—but it was only magnified every time his lover looked at him.

Lucifer fought the urge to lower his eyes, to submit. He was supposed to be in charge here.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Lucifer straightened his posture, trying to embody the role of the bookish professor. He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweater nervously. “Your grades are exemplary. There's no reason for you to be here outside of office hours.”

Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief as he took a step closer, invading Lucifer's personal space.

"Oh, but Professor Morningstar, I think there's plenty to discuss. Surely there's something I can do to…improve my standing?"

Lucifer shivered, his body responding to Alastor's proximity, to the promise in his words.

He placed a hand on Alastor's chest, intending to push him away, but instead his fingers curled into the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

"Mr. LeBlanc, this is highly inappropriate," Lucifer protested weakly. "I'm your professor. We can't—This conversation is inappropriate."

Despite everything in his body that screamed to give in, he ducked around the younger man looming over him.

He crossed the office, grabbing for the door handle, pretending to open it.

“In fact, I’m going to have to ask you to leave—”

In a swift motion, Alastor pressed his hand against the door, effectively trapping Lucifer between his body and the wooden surface.

Lucifer's breath hitched; all doubt that Alastor wouldn’t be taking lead in this scene evaporated right out of his mind.

"What if I offered you something in exchange?" Alastor purred, his face mere inches from the older man’s. "Something…mutually beneficial?"

Lucifer knew he should protest, maintain the facade of the stern professor, but Alastor's proximity was intoxicating.

"You're far too intelligent for such tactics, Mr. LeBlanc," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

A slow, predatory grin spread across Alastor's face.

"Why, thank you, Professor. But perhaps I haven't made my intentions clear." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "It's not just about the grades. It's about you…Professor Morningstar."

Lucifer was supposed to be resisting. He knew that. He should be telling the audacious student off.

But every time Alastor leaned over him like this, caged him in, he wanted to melt into a puddle.

The blonde tried to maintain his composure, to stay in character.

"Mr. LeBlanc," he began, his voice wavering slightly, "This behavior is entirely unacceptable."

Despite his words, Lucifer made no move to push Alastor away. His body betrayed him, leaning ever so slightly into the warmth radiating from his lover.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly seeing through Lucifer's weak attempt at resistance.

"Is it, Professor?" he murmured, one hand coming up to trace the line of Lucifer's jaw. "Because I think you’ll be very interested in what I have to offer."

Lucifer's gaze darted around the room, taking in the shadowy corners and the bizarre jars lining the shelves.

The soft patter of snow against the window seemed to echo his racing pulse. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice.

"I…I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

Alastor leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing against Lucifer's ear. "I've seen the way you look at me during lectures, Professor. The way your eyes linger when you think no one's watching."

Lucifer's resolve was crumbling rapidly.

He could feel the heat of Alastor's body, the strength in his arms as they caged him against the door. The room seemed to shrink around them, the air growing thick with tension.

"Alastor," Lucifer breathed, forgetting the pretense for a moment. "We shouldn't…"

"But we want to," Alastor finished for him, his voice low and husky. "Don't we, Professor?"

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, meeting Alastor's intense gaze.

In that moment, all pretense fell away. The role of the reluctant academic dissolved, leaving only raw desire in its wake.

With a soft groan of surrender, Lucifer nodded almost imperceptibly.

That was all the invitation Alastor needed. In one fluid motion, he closed the minuscule distance between them, capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss.

Stealing the breath from his lungs.

Lucifer melted into the kiss, his hands fisting in Alastor's shirt as he pulled the younger man closer.

Alastor's thigh slotted between Lucifer's legs, pressing against his growing arousal, and Lucifer couldn't suppress the moan that escaped him.

"My, my, Professor," Alastor purred, his lips brushing against Lucifer's ear. "You're already so hard for me. I wonder…" His hand drifted lower, cupping Lucifer through his slacks. "Do you let all your teacher’s pets get on their knees for you?"

Lucifer's eyes widened, a jolt of surprise and desire coursing through him.

“I…no…I, of course not.”

It wasn’t like the younger hadn’t done it before. Hell, the first night he’d touched Lucifer it was to dribble honey down his length and lick him clean. And bite him for the first time.

If Lucifer thought about that night too long, this would be over far too quickly.

But somehow, in this context, it felt different. More intense.

The thought of Alastor kneeling before him, his clever tongue and wicked lips driving Lucifer to the brink…

It was almost too much to bear.

As if sensing Lucifer's thoughts, Alastor's fingers deftly unbuckled the older man’s belt, slipping inside his slacks.

"What are you—" he began, but his words caught in his throat.

Alastor's hand met smooth, cool satin. He paused, a slow, delighted grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Alastor's fingers traced the edge of the panties, and embarrassment and desire flooded through him.

He'd almost forgotten Alastor had instructed him to wear them. "I…it's not what you think," he protested weakly.

Alastor's eyes darkened with desire.

"Such a good boy," he murmured, and then, in one swift motion, he spun Lucifer around, bending him over the desk.

Lucifer gasped as Alastor's body pressed against his back, pinning him in place. He felt small, dominated, completely at Alastor's mercy.

And he loved it.

"I'm going to take such good care of you, Professor," Alastor promised, his hand caressing Lucifer's side. "But first, I want to see you in nothing but those pretty panties…"

Lucifer shuddered, his heart pounding in anticipation.

He knew he should protest, should put a stop to this. But with Alastor's hands on him, Alastor's voice in his ear, all he could do was surrender.

"Please," Lucifer breathed, arching back against Alastor.

Alastor chuckled darkly, his fingers hooking into Lucifer's waistband.

"Oh, Professor," he purred, "You have no idea what you're in for."

With a swift tug, Alastor yanked Lucifer's pants down to his ankles, exposing the red satin panties that hugged his curves. Lucifer shivered as the cool air of the office caressed his bare skin, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"My, my," Alastor's voice was rich with amusement. "Aren't these just sinful? I wonder what your students would think if they knew their esteemed professor had such…decadent tastes."

Lucifer's face burned hot enough to rival the sun. He opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught in his throat, leaving him speechless.

Alastor, ever attuned to Lucifer's reactions, seemed to sense his discomfort.

"You look absolutely stunning in red, darling," Alastor's tone softened, running a hand along Lucifer's trembling thigh. "It suits you perfectly. It is beyond alluring."

The praise washed over Lucifer like a soothing balm, easing the edge of his humiliation. Alastor always seemed to know just what to say, how to make Lucifer feel cherished and desired.

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible. He let out a shaky breath, melting slightly under Alastor's touch.

Alastor pressed his body against Lucifer's, pinning him to the desk. His hand slipped between them, fingers ghosting over the satin-covered bulge.

Alastor's body pressed closer, his hips aligning with Lucifer's. Lucifer could feel the hard length of Alastor's cock through their clothes.

"Do you feel that, Professor?" Alastor whispered, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "Feel how hard you make me? How much I want you?"

Lucifer whimpered, his hips bucking into Alastor's touch. The satin rubbed against his sensitive skin, the friction delicious and maddening all at once.

"Alastor," Lucifer managed, his voice thin and needy. He turned his head slightly, golden eyes meeting Alastor's hazel ones. "Do you…Do you really like them? The panties?"

Alastor growled, his hand tightening around Lucifer's clothed-cock.

"Oh, Lucifer," he breathed, "I more than like them. I adore them. Adore you. I can't keep my hands off you."

As if to prove his point, Alastor's other hand roamed over Lucifer's body, caressing his hip, his thigh, his stomach.

In this moment, nothing else mattered. Not the roles they were playing, not the forbidden nature of their relationship. All that existed was the two of them.

And as Alastor's hand slipped beneath the waistband of the panties, Lucifer knew he would gladly drown in this bliss, again and again and again.

With a deft tug, Alastor pulled the satin panties down Lucifer's legs, letting them pool around his ankles.

With a flourish, Alastor tossed the damp satin onto the desk, directly in Lucifer's line of sight. Lucifer's cheeks burned as he stared at the evidence of his arousal, precome he could feel dribbling down his length still, the red satin a stark contrast against the dark wood of the desk.

Alastor's hands were on him again, bending him forward until his chest pressed against the cool surface.

Lucifer shivered, his skin prickling with anticipation. He could feel Alastor's presence behind him, solid and commanding, and it made his heart race.

Alastor's hand trailed down, fingers brushing against something firm. "Well, well," he chuckled. "What do we have here? It seems our esteemed professor came prepared." Lucifer gasped, his hips jerking back instinctively. Alastor chuckled, low and dark, and began to tease the plug, twisting it, pushing it deeper, then pulling it out slightly.

Lucifer's mind went blank, his world narrowing to the exquisite sensations Alastor was creating.

"Alastor, please," Lucifer begged, his voice breaking. "Please, I need you. I need you to fuck me."

Alastor's hand stilled.

"Now, now, Professor," he admonished gently. "Remember your role."

Lucifer whined, frustrated and desperate. He knew what Alastor wanted, knew the game they were playing, but it was so hard to think when all he wanted was to be filled, to be claimed, to be owned.

Taking a shaky breath, Lucifer tried again.

"M-Mr. LeBlanc," he said, attempting to sound authoritative despite his compromised position. "If you fuck me well, I'll ensure you get top marks in my class."

Behind him, Alastor grinned, victorious.

"Well then," he purred, his hands gripping Lucifer's hips possessively. “Professor Morningstar. I believe we have an agreement."

Alastor's deft fingers plucked the plug from Lucifer's entrance, swiftly tucking it into his coat pocket.

Before Lucifer could even register the loss, he felt the blunt head of Alastor's cock pressing against his slick hole.

Alastor leaned forward, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "Tell me, Professor," he purred, his voice dripping with seduction, "how would you like it?"

Lucifer's mind spun, struggling to process the question through the haze of arousal. Alastor was holding his hips in a vice grip, keeping Lucifer from rolling back onto the length of his cock.

"What…what do you mean?"

"Allow me to demonstrate," Alastor purred.

He thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. Lucifer gasped at the sudden fullness, clenching his fists against the mahogony desk.

"I can take you hard and fast," he growled, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust that made Lucifer’s cock weep with need. "Or slow and deep." He drew back, then pressed forward in a slow, deliberate motion that had Lucifer seeing stars.

Both left his body aching for more.

"Hard," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with need. "Please, Alastor, fuck me hard."

Alastor's grip tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Lucifer's hips.

"As you wish, Professor," he smirked, and with one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Lucifer.

The older man cried out, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

Alastor set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against Lucifer's ass with each deep, driving thrust. The desk shook beneath them, papers scattering, pens rolling to the floor, but neither of them cared.

Suddenly, Alastor's hand clamped over his mouth. "Shh, we can't have the whole department hearing you, can we?" he teased.

Lucifer froze…he didn’t think he was being too loud. The brunette was always encouraging him to be louder—but they were always alone at Lucifer’s house, or a hotel room near campus.

"I have a better idea."

Alastor reached for the discarded panties, bunching the silky fabric in his fist.

"Open," he commanded, tapping the material against Lucifer's lips.

Lucifer obeyed without hesitation, allowing Alastor to stuff the panties into his mouth, the taste of his own arousal heavy on his tongue.

The makeshift gag muffled his moans and whimpers, adding a new level of submission to their play.

Alastor's hand rested gently on Lucifer's cheek, a tender counterpoint to the rough pounding of his hips.

"If it's too much, just raise your hand, okay?" he murmured, always mindful. "Don't want you getting too loud, now do we? Wouldn't want anyone else to hear what a needy little thing you are for your student's cock."

Lucifer whined around the gag, the words only fueling the fire in his veins. He loved this, loved being used, being filled, being owned by Alastor in every way possible.

He felt utterly exposed, utterly vulnerable, and, perversely, utterly safe.

Lucifer's world narrowed to the sensations overwhelming his body—the hard edge of the desk against his thighs, Alastor's relentless rhythm, and the silky fabric of the panties muffling his moans.

Alastor's confident hands gripped Lucifer's hips, anchoring him as he drove deeper.

"You're doing so well," he purred, his voice a velvet caress. "Such a good professor, taking everything I give you."

The praise set his entire body trembling, dancing on the edge.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands were on Lucifer's leg, lifting one with surprising strength.

The new position drove Alastor even deeper, and Lucifer saw stars.

Alastor leaned down, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. One hand wrapped gently around Lucifer's throat, not squeezing, just holding.

"I'm going to come inside you," he rasped in Lucifer's ear, "and then I'm going to plug you up again. You'll feel me inside you for the entire car ride, understood?"

The words ignited something primal in Lucifer. With a muffled cry, he came instantly, his body clenching around Alastor as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His orgasm tearing through him, his spend spilling onto the old, stained carpet.

With one last, deep thrust, Alastor growled out his release, his come hot and sticky inside Lucifer's tight hole.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both struggling to catch their breath, their bodies still joined intimately. Alastor's forehead rested against Lucifer's shoulder, his breath hot on Lucifer's skin. Then, with gentle hands, Alastor eased out of him.

"Stay still," Alastor murmured, already knowing what Lucifer wanted to do whenever he pulled out.

The blonde hated feeling empty and aching.

But the sensation was short-lived, as Alastor retrieved the plug from his crinkling pocket and gently eased it back into place, sealing his come inside Lucifer's body.

Lucifer whimpered at the intrusion, oversensitive and overwhelmed

Alastor's deft fingers removed the makeshift gag, tossing the damp panties back onto the desk.

"Color?" he asked softly, cupping Lucifer's face.

"Green," Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse. "Very, very green."

“Very good.” Alastor was there to soothe him, gathering him into his arms and carrying him to the plush office chair. He peppered Lucifer's face with soft, sweet kisses.

"You were perfect, darling," Alastor murmured, his fingers carding through Lucifer's sweat-damp hair. "So good for me, always so good."

Lucifer melted into the embrace, his heart swelling with affection for this incredible man who could take him apart so completely, then put him back together with such tender care. "You’re amazing," he whispered, nuzzling into the crook of Alastor's neck.

They stayed like that for a while, trading gentle touches and whispered endearments, basking in the afterglow.

But as the minutes ticked by, reality began to seep back in, the weight of their secret bearing down on them once more.

 "We should go soon," Lucifer sighed, reluctantly extracting himself from Alastor's embrace. “Charlie and Vaggie will be waiting for us to help pack up the car."

Alastor nodded, his lips twisted in a bitter smirk.

They cleaned up quickly, straightening their clothes and erasing any evidence of their tryst.

As they prepared to leave the office, Alastor pulled Lucifer in for one last kiss, pouring pure devotion into the press of their lips.

"It’s just a weekend," he said, his forehead resting against Lucifer's, "Just a few days to pretend, nothing’ll change between you and I."

“Of course.” Lucifer smiled, his heart full to bursting.

He stole one final peck before they stepped out into the hallway, ready to face whatever challenges the winter getaway and gala might bring.

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The chilly winter air nipped at their faces as Lucifer and Alastor approached the parking lot, their breaths forming small clouds in front of them. Charlie and Vaggie were already there, bundled up in warm coats and scarves, their cheeks rosy from the cold.

"Dad! Alastor!" Charlie called out, waving enthusiastically. "You made it!"

Lucifer chuckled, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter. "Sorry, sweetie. We just had a few last-minute things to take care of."

“Yeah, I’ll bet you did.” Vaggie murmured under her breath, rolling her dark eyes.

Alastor nodded, his smile wide and charming. "But we're here now, and ready to hit the road. Shall we?"

As they began loading their bags into the cars, Lucifer and Alastor fell into an easy rhythm, working together seamlessly.

Their hands brushed occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through their veins, but they were careful to maintain a friendly distance.

"Hey Dad, why don't you ride with Alastor?" Charlie suggested innocently. "Vaggie and I can take my car. That way we can split the driving and have more room for luggage."

Lucifer hesitated, shooting a quick glance at Alastor.

"Oh, I don't know, sweetie."

"Come on, seriously?” Vaggie snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Vaggie.” Charlie sighed, one hand coming up to her hip.

Alastor's eyes flashed dangerously, his ever-present smile taking on a sharp edge. He stepped towards Vaggie, his tall frame looming over her diminutive one.

For her part, Vaggie just folded her arms, like Alastor didn’t have almost two feet of height on her.

"My dear," he began, his voice silky smooth but laced with steel, "I believe we need to have a little chat about boundaries and respect."

“You want to talk about respect? That’s rich.”

“Yes.”

The air around them seemed to crackle with tension, the falling snowflakes suspended in the moment.

"I've tolerated your snide remarks and pointed glances for quite some time now, but I'm afraid my patience has reached its limit," Alastor continued, his tone never wavering from its polite cadence. "Our relationship—mine and Lucifer's—is private. It's not a topic for your commentary or judgment. Especially in front of others."

Vaggie's eyes widened, her posture stiffening as she met Alastor's gaze.

"If you cannot respect that simple fact," Alastor went on, his smile growing impossibly wider, "then I'm afraid I'll have to reconsider my involvement in this little excursion. I won't subject myself or Lucifer to a weekend of your passive-aggressive behavior."

The parking lot fell silent, save for the soft whisper of wind through bare branches.

Charlie's eyes darted between Alastor and Vaggie, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Alastor," Lucifer began, reaching out to place a hand on the younger man's arm. "There's no need for—"

"No, Lucifer," Alastor interrupted gently, his eyes never leaving Vaggie's face. "There is a need. This has gone on long enough."

Charlie stepped forward, her voice wavering slightly. "Come on, guys. We're all friends here. Can't we just—"

“We aren’t friends.” Vaggie said, short and simple.

“No, we aren’t.” Alastor agreed easily, to both Morningstars’ dismay. “But we care about the same people, in our own way. Don’t we?”

Vaggie’s lips pressed into a hard line, but she nodded.

"It's alright, Charlie," Alastor assured her, his tone softening slightly. "You know well how important boundaries are. And I'm sure Vaggie understands, don't you, dear?"

Vaggie's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing.

For a moment, it seemed she might argue, but then she let out a long, exasperated sigh.

"Fine," she groaned, throwing her hands up in defeat. "You're both being stupid, if you ask me. But whatever. I'll keep my opinions to myself."

Alastor's smile relaxed, losing its predatory edge. "Wonderful! I'm so glad we could come to an understanding." He clapped his hands together, the sound muffled by his gloves. "Now, shall we get this show on the road?"

As they resumed loading the cars, the tension slowly dissipated, replaced by the excited chatter of travel plans and the promise of a cozy weekend getaway. Oh and the charity gala for the university, that too.

Lucifer caught Alastor's eye, offering a small, grateful smile. Alastor winked in return.

"Great!" Charlie beamed, her smile bright enough to rival the sun. "We'll see you at the first rest stop in about two hours then?"

As Charlie and Vaggie climbed into their car, Alastor opened the passenger door for Lucifer with a flourish. "Your chariot awaits.”

Lucifer slid into the seat, hyper-aware of Alastor's proximity as he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, following Charlie's SUV, Lucifer felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.

The weekend ahead stretched before them like an uncharted wilderness. They would be surrounded by colleagues and students, forced to maintain a professional facade while their hearts yearned for closeness.

The gala itself would be a minefield of potential slip-ups and knowing glances.

Yet as Alastor's hand found his, fingers intertwining on the center console, Lucifer felt a surge of warmth.

Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. And perhaps, in stolen moments and hidden corners, they could find ways to keep close.

As they drove into the gathering twilight, the snow fell heavier, blanketing the world in a soft, white silence.

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[ladylynse]

Secret Trio/Secret Quartet three sentence fics below the cut! For more like this, see my other three sentence fics/crossover three sentence fics, my tumblr fic masterpost, random WIP scenes and snippets, fic ideas, or find me on FFnet and the AO3! Also, take a peek at the fanart and fanfic I’ve been gifted.

If you like my work, you can consider buying me a coffee. (I write thank you snippets–which could be an expansion of a three sentence fic if you like!)

Adrien and Plagg (”watching idols”) Jake and Adrien (”painting” x2) Jake and Randy (“trapped”) Randy, Jake, (Danny, Adrien) (“rat”) Danny, Adrien, Randy, Jake (”Hide”) Adrien, Jake, Danny, Randy (”Jake, who is Rose?”) Jake and Danny (”TUE happened”) Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien/Chat Noir (”failed over and over again”) Adrien, Jake, Danny, Randy, Marinette (“redemption/corruption”, ”path of destruction”) Marinette, Jake, Danny, Randy, (Adrien) (”shoulder to cry on”) Adrien, Marinette, Danny, Randy, Jake (”Hello, Ladybug” x2) Danny, Adrien, Jake, (Randy) (”hey, guys, where’s ---?”) Adrien, Randy, Jake, Danny (”I-I can’t hear his heartbeat”) //death alt (more painful) version | follow up Marinette, Danny, (Adrien, Lila, Elliot) (”Lila and Elliot”, “liars”, ”two peas in a pod”) Lila and Elliot (”partners in crime”) Jake, Randy, Danny, Adrien (”power/mind swap”) Randy, Jake, Rose, (Danny, Adrien) (”meeting Rose post Hong Kong Longs”) | related Jake, Randy, (Danny, (Adrien)) (”80 word challenge”) Randy, Adrien, (Danny, Jake) (”ghost king au”, “ghosts vs magical creatures”) Danny, (Randy, First Ninja, (Adrien, Jake)) (”ghost king au”, “Danny helps Randy remain the Ninja”) Randy, (Danny, Jake) (”about being mind-wiped”) Jake, Danny (Randy, ((Adrien)) (”there’s no one left”) Jake, Randy, Adrien, (Danny) (”Danny tells them about Dani”) Randy and Marinette (”Ladybug mistakes one of the SQ for an akuma”) Marinette, Adrien, (Danny, Randy, Jake) (”SQ post ML reveal”) Adrien, Danny, (Randy, Jake, Plagg) (”temporary power swap”) Danny, Adrien, Randy, (Jake) (”identity reveal of Danny Phantom”) Susan, Jake, Jonathan, (Danny, Adrien, Randy) (”parents find out”) Adrien, Danny, (Randy, Jake) (”legacy”) Adrien, Jake, Danny, (Randy, Luka) (”snake”) Danny, (Jake, Randy, Adrien, Jack, Maddie) (”Fentons find out”, “angst with a happy ending”) Randy (”Randy remembers”) Adrien, Jake, Randy, (Danny) (”bee”) Randy, Jake, (Danny, Adrien) (”comic book”) Danny, Jake, (Randy, Adrien, Vlad) (”Uncle Vlad AU”) Danny, Randy, (Adrien, Jake) (”broken sky”)

Adrien, Danny, Randy, (Jake) (”siblings”) Jake and Adrien (”Rotwood”) Ladybug, Adrien, (Danny, Randy, Jake) (”reinforcements”) Randy, (Adrien, Jake, Danny) (”prophetic dream”) Randy, Danny, (Adrien, Jake, Ghostwriter) (”true friendship”) Jake, Plagg, (Adrien, Danny, Jake) (”that was you?”) Randy, Adrien, (Jake, Danny) (”frostbite”) Danny, Randy, Jake, Adrien (”first date help”) Adrien, Randy, (Danny, Jake) (”apocalypse”) Danny, Jake, (Adrien, Gramps, Haley, Fu Dog, Susan, Jonathan) (”escape from NYC) Randy, Adrien, (Danny, Jake) (”Stabby the roomba”) Randy, Adrien, (Danny, Jake) (”love square”) Jazz, (Haley, Howard) (”evil clones”) Adrien and Danny (”discovered”) Adrien, Randy, Danny, (Jake) (”war zone”) Jake, (Adrien, Randy, Danny) (”Miracle Queen”) Debbie, Theresa, (Adrien, Randy) (”cartwheel”) Heidi, Jake, (Howard, Randy, Danny, Adrien) (”busted”) now expanded  FF | AO3 Jake, Randy, (Danny, Adrien) (”nasty sauce”) Bunnyx (”Chat Blanc”) Jacques (”inspiration”) Danny, Plagg, Adrien, (Jake, Randy) (”Box Ghost”) Plagg, Danny, Randy, (Jake, Adrien) (”blood magic”) Gabriel and Desiree (”be careful what you wish for”) Adrien, Jake, Randy, Danny (”what are you?”) Randy, Jake, (Danny, Adrien) (”he treats us well”) Randy, Jake, (Danny, Adrien) (”mermaids”) Jake, (Randy, Danny, Adrien, Gregory) (”arrogance”) Ladybug/Marinette and Adrien (”confessions”) Marty, (Randy, Danny, Adrien, Jake) (”entire world”) Danny, (Randy, Adrien, Jake) (”fire”, “reveal”) Jake, Danny, (Randy, Adrien) (”grenade”) Jake, Danny, (Adrien, Randy) (”mercenary”) Randy, Debbie, (Danny, Adrien, Jake) (”Debbie/Randy”) Adrien, Jake, Danny, Randy (”new year”) Jake, Adrien, (Danny, Randy) (”fallout”) Danny, Adrien, Jake, (Randy) (”stargazing”)

Now on the AO3 Randy, Debbie, Adrien, (Danny, Jake) (”Kangham”, “hide”)

[bittersweetresilience]

miraculous masterpost 🦚

writing

sentitwin soulmate au (Félix and Adrien are soulmates. Amélie and Emilie used to be just as close. On hiatus.) ghost félix au (Félix just wanted it to stop hurting. On hiatus.) sentitwin omori au (Adrien wakes up. Emilie is home. On hiatus.)

never been in love (Félix comes to terms with being aromantic.) metempsychosis (Félix is in a time loop.) i've drowned and dreamt this (Adrien has a problem.) no one listens to the dead (Félix and Adrien switch places.) oh, no, not again (For Félix, time travel is a dangerous thing.) band-aid (Adrien helps Félix through a panic attack.) for what we've done (During Emotion, Marinette chooses differently.) garden of dreams (Adrien takes care of Félix when he dissociates.) i want to hold the hand inside you (Félix gives Marinette his ring.) loose leaves (Marinette shares a morning with Félix and Kagami.) come alive when the light dies (Ladybug remembers Patte de Velours in the Burrow.) in certain light, i can plainly see (Félix lets Marinette kiss his hand.) handle with care (Félix takes Adrien to meet his horse.) aftertaste (Ladybug brings Adrien to a picnic date.)

better left unsaid (Snake Noir visits Félix after Réplique.) brave, truthful, and unselfish (Five times Félix lied to Adrien.) ephialtes / reverie (Félix survives the night of the Diamonds' Dance.) sleep (Runaway Chat Noir and Félix have a conversation.)

and a couple others i haven't made posts for which you can find here!

analysis

why félix makes me insane why i read félix as aromantic why félix would go by his father's last name random félix defenses in my stash timeline of félix events

félix and flairmidable as pandora's myth félix as a classical or method actor sentitwin sun and moon symbolism

sentitwin soulmate au meta / more / more

every scene where the miraculous theme song plays in minor definitely not every scene where in the rain plays

parallels between marinette, adrien, gabriel, and émilie parallels between exaltation and chat blanc parallels between gabemilie and feligami

french history and gabriel's color palette plikki at the end of the world

adrien agreste and borderline personality disorder

webweaves

félix fathom amélie graham de vanily felinette / more / more philosophy / more the whiteness of the whale hearth and thirteen paris special chat blanc twins / more feligami ladyvelours team is a four letter word

amvs

how far we've come / miraculous ladybug i could fight on a wall / ladynoir end credits / felinette emperor's new clothes / félix fathom i can't decide / félix fathom this side of paradise / ladrien savior / ladyblanc tightrope / djwifi are you bored yet? / kuro neko way down we go / félix fathom

playlists

émilie agreste kitty section

gifs

sentitwins felinette / more / more / more feligami / more félix fathom the wish

fic recs

félix sentitwins feligami ladynoir

other

miraculous frozen au miraculous infinity train au

murder at the graham de vanily dinner party birds of a feather

as time goes by podfic

thirteen poem félix poem

in the rain a capella

[elenavr13]

Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)

172 songs

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde

Control- Halsey

Gasoline- Halsey

Dynasty- MIIA

Judas- Lady Gaga

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Castle- Halsey

Sing To Me- MISSIO

Kamikazee- MISSIO

Panic Room- Au/Ra

Isolate- Sub Urban

Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves

Crossfire- Stephen

Dead!- My Chemical Romance

Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys

In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)

Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix

My Demons- Starset

Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth

Monster- Skillet

What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles

Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills

The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills

A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills

Left Behind- DAGames

Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills

Below the Surface- Griffinilla

The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle

You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle

Goner- Twenty One Pilots

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots

Miss You- Corpse

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

In the End- Linkin Park

Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills

The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills

Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse

Monster- Imagine Dragons

What I Could Have Been- Sting

Hushh- AViVA

Phantom of the Opera

Darkside- NEONI

Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban

Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off

Doubt- Twenty One Pilots

I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance

Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog

Poison- WE ARE THE FURY

Apologize- One Republic

My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young

I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw

Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills

Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots

Demons- MISSIO

Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI

Villain- KDA

Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni

The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley

Loser- Neoni

Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold

I Want You- Mitski

Poltergeist- Corpse

Life Waster- Corpse

All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey

How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke

Love and War- Fluerie

Dark Things- Adona

Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine

Neptune- Sleeping At Last

Enemy- Tommee Profitt

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

City Of The Dead- Eurielle

Throne- Saint Mesa

Paint it, Black- Ciara cover

Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz

Dark On Me- Starset

Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison

Wires- The Neighbourhood

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Little Dark Age- MGMT

Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)

Toxic- 2WEI

Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels

Heathens- Twenty One Pilots

Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Somewhere Only We Know- Keane

Monsters- Ruelle

Whispers In The Dark- Skillet

Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle

Saint Bernard- Lincoln

F*ck You- Silent Child

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt

Broken Inside- Broken Iris

Sweet Dreams- Besomorph

EVIL- AViVA

Saints- Echos

Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41

Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B

Master Mirror- Ashley Serena

Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo

FREAK- Jordan Friction

Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband

Michelle- Sir Chloe

Like A Villain- BAD OMENS

If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto

Monster- Fight The Fade

Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish

Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost

R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA

Nervous- Lola Blanc

Unravel- Johnathan Young

Lost In Paradise- Evanescence

Lies- Evanescence

Haunted- Laura Les

Dread- Unlike Pluto

Monsters- Shinedown

Black Soul- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Seeing Red- Saint Chaos

Villain- Bella Poarch

Lithium- Nirvana

Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace

Greed- Godsmack

One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan

All The King’s Horses- Karmina

Gilded Lily- Cults

Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle

Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle

In My Head- NateWantsToBattle

Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare

Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle

Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last

Villain- MISSIO

Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs

Unforgiven- Ghost Nation

Monster- Starset

Eight- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Devilish- The Phantoms

Motherland- Reach

Falling Away From Me- Korn

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Something Wicked- Starset

Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade

I Would Die for You- In This Moment

Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama

Psycho in my Head- Skillet

Done With Everything- Line So Thin

Monster- Besomorph

Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè

Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho

King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

someone i’m not- Layto

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The Great Reveal!

Today is the day to lift the anonymity of the authors! We hope you had fun reading all the Yalex goodness, here come the authors reveal:

A Spark of Magic by LastlyMatt for Myulalie (T, 5k) Alex is dragged back after years to finish what he started. Scorpia wants to reawaken the vampire Julia Rothman, and it's up to Alex to do it. During this, he reunites with Yassen, who tries to help him one more time. Inflection Point by Kelkblr for RavenJames (T, 7,5K) There are moments that change your life, moments where you might have made a different decision and taken a different path. A routine mission takes an unexpected turn, giving Alex an opportunity to take advantage of one such moment.

Somebody To Die For by RavenJames for LastlyMatt (M, 5K) The legends are true. They are just not what we expect them to be. Entangled in a strange enemies-with-benefits relationship with Yassen, Alex has an assignment to keep the man under close surveillance. He doesn’t know that things might get even more complicated.

The Right Touch by Strange_Soulmates for countessrivers (E, 3K) Lieutenant Yassen Gregorovich of the ISB spends enough time stalking Rebel Agent Alex Rider in real life. Alex just wishes the man could stop stalking his dreams as well. He has no idea just how accurate the idea of Yassen "stalking his dreams" is. All things are possible through the force, after all. A birthday Surprise by Sigma for kelkblr (E, 35K) When Tom informs him that he's hired a stripper for Alex's 18th birthday party, he wasn't quite expecting what he received. Yassen Gregorovich wasn't quite expecting the hurricane that was Alex Rider either.....it remained to be seen which one of them ended up more surprised....Alex Rider Yalex - somewhat AU. Alex and Yassen have never met before in this. The Last Job by fredbassett for kelkblr (T, 4K) When a close personal protection job ends in disasterous failure an injured Alex has to survive a freezing night and even colder encounter with his former lover.

Alex Rider 2024 by DarlingNikki for greenkite (shirohyasha) (E, 14K) Time moves on and Alex is no longer a scared fourteen year old swimming completely out of his depth. Almost twenty-five years have passed and the world is a completely different place with changes he’d thought were pure sci-fi are just boring reality now. Or Alternatively, Alex gets his retirement from MI6, but too bad they think he's a disposable pawn that's the prefect guinea pig for testing some dodgy new tech, and ends up with a very familiar ghost living under his skin. A Cyberpunk 2077 inspired AU/fusion that's also a prequel for the game technically, but 100% blind readable.

tissue culture by greenkite (shirohyasha) for Polarnacht (n/r, 3,5K) He's not in the dacha. He knows every centimetre of that house, and the dark, cold room he woke up in isn't in it. Alex goes to rescue Yassen from the mad scientists of the week. He finds more than expected.

Dangerous Tastes by Myulalie for turtle_snail (E, 14k) After a failed assassination attempt during his horse ride around the property, Alex gets a bodyguard against his will. He keeps flirting with danger from then on, even at the risk of getting his heart broken.

Spare the Rod by countessrivers for TheOtherBlue (E, 4,5k) Alex goes tAlex gets caught trying to escape from Point Blanc. Mr. Gregorovich handles the punishment.

Devil in Disguise by Polarnacht for DarlingNikki (E, 7K) Alex is sent to break into Yassen’s house and retrieve important documents. He discovers more than he ever bargained for.

Collateral by Rirren for Strange_Soulmates (E, 12k) Alex was asked to come in to speak to an imprisoned Yassen. He didn't know he was signing up for 24 hours of hell. Like A Delicate, Dangerous Desire by turtle_snail for Sigma (E, 5k) There was something so serene to look down at Alex like this, and the wide expression of uncertainties etched on Alex’s face. It was akin to ambrosia. A delicate desire that only Yassen could enjoy. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson… about what happens to apprentices who misbehave.” Alex didn’t respond, instead whatever fear was present in Alex’s eyes morphed into determination. It was a look that was so characteristically Alex.

Who By Brave Assent by TheOtherBlue for Rirren (E, 6,5k) When Yassen is offered a sixteen-year-old Alex for the night, he has no choice but to accept. He has never enjoyed sleeping with strangers as part of his work, but Alex is no stranger... Vastly Different Things by Myulalie&Polarnacht for fredbassett (T, 4k) Alex almost gets tossed from a helicopter into a river in Chile, and spends some quality time with a certain assassin.

We hope you enjoyed the event, reading & commenting and guessing! How many did you guess right? Happy Yalex holidays to everyone!

[heartfulselkie]

Some people already asked ones I was curious about hahaha but one that caught my eye was Bell the Cat - what's that one about?

This one's my Ladyblanc Knight AU that I've been working with on and off for a while now.

Ladybug is the champion and sworn protector of the kingdom and has defended its people from the tyrant Hawk Moth and his akumas. That is until Hawk Moth is apparently slain by his own knight captain and champion, Chat Blanc. But even with Hawk Moth gone and Chat Blanc captured and on death's row, akumas are still running rampant.

Ladybug believes that someone has taken Hawk Moth's place, but with little to go on she needs help to end this reign of terror once and for all. So Ladybug invokes the heroic reward promised to her by the kingdom. Instead of choosing a place in the royal guard or wealth or an estate, she choses custody of Chat Blanc. As dangerous as he is, he's the only one who might be able to help her.

Ladybug looked at the murky reflection in her drink. Lies and deceit did little when one was chasing ghosts. Only the truth could put things to rest.

“So he was finally captured then,” she said, still staring into her cup. “And he’s now here in the city.”

Rena leaned back in her chair with a scoff. “‘Captured’ is an exaggeration. From what I’ve found, he gave himself up willingly. After bathing in the blood of his victims, of course. Though I think that last part might also be an exaggeration.”

“It does sound a little extreme.”

“Well, he managed to level an entire wing of Hawk Moth’s castle. Though that could be considered gentle in comparison to what he did to Hawk Moth himself.”

Ladybug set down her drink. Her eyes fixated on an uneven knot in the wooden table before her as she frowned.

She’d heard the horror story of what Raincomprix’s group had found. What had started as a scouting mission had turned to a bizarre nightmare. Almost a third of a castle reduced to cinders and its owner torn to shreds beyond recognition.

“Chat Blanc…” Ladybug murmured. “He really killed his master, didn’t he?”

Rena’s brow furrowed. “It would appear Hawk Moth’s most loyal knight wasn't all that loyal after all. If it had been under normal circumstances, his killer might have been hailed a hero.”

“Normal circumstances?”

“You know, if Chat Blanc wasn’t a merciless monster.” Ladybug hummed in agreement. Even if Hawk Moth had been a villain and a tyrant, Chat Blanc had been an extension of - no - had been the main driving force of enabling that. Of the few that survived encounters with him, everyone was in agreement. Chat Blanc wasn’t human. He was a demon.

WiP Game

[song-writer-melo-wrath]

Silly Game Time: You're alone and listening to music. Which song(s) are you singing along with?

(For me, I will always belt out "I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor and "On My Way" by Maxton Waller.)

As the self-proclaimed Music Fan When The Song Comes On, the list is long. Let's see…

The Phantom of the Opera

fever dream by mxmtoon

basically any SharaX song with lyrics

basically most video game songs I've written lyrics for

Razzmatazz, Choke, and Do It All The Time by IDKHOWBTFM

The Ruler of Everything and Turn The Lights Off by Tally Hall

buttercup by Jack Stauber

Johnny Cash's Hurt cover

still feel by half alive

basically any Muse song, particularly Supermassive Black Hole

Bohemian Rhapsody

Take On Me

the acoustic cover of Take On Me

basically any Earth, Wind, & Fire song

Applause by Lady Gaga

Bring Me To Life by Evanescence

a lot of Steven Universe songs

I've Got To Find A Way from MLP

Feel Good Inc, Collar, and Rhinestone Eyes by Gorillaz

What's Up Danger

Alpha by Little Destroyer

basically any song I've heard by Malinda Kathleen Reese, UPSAHL, Digital Daggers, Alan Walker, Imagine Dragons, ABBA, Marina and the Diamonds, Fleurie, dodie, The Black Eyed Peas, Demi Lovato, Alec Benjamin, Arctic Monkeys, Unlike Pluto, Glass Animals, Selena Gomez, blackbear, Regina Spektor, Meltberry, The Everlove, Linkin Park, Nathan Wagner, AJR, Hozier, The Hoosiers, The Oh Helloes, half alive, Cavetown, Mother Mother, Saint Motel, Mystery Skulls, Troye Sivan, Paramore, Neovaii, Royal & The Serpent, Måneskin, AURORA, Jake Daniels, lola blanc, Au/Ra, penelope scott, Skott, Agnes Obel, Jon Bellion, One Hope, Three Days Grace, and Breaking Benjamin

I'm a musical nerd. I'll let you guess which ones.

Why Do You Love Me by Charlotte Lawrence

Black Sheep by Metric

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

Wine Red by The Hush Sound

Castle Walls by Christina Aguilera

As a Stone by Full Trunk

Hero and Born Without A Heart by Faouzia

The Fear by Ben Howard

Mordred's Lullaby

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic

You Know It by Colony House

Phoenix by Laura Doggett

Lion by Hearts & Colors

Communication by Leon of Athens

Fukurou by Kokia

Honey I'm Home by GHOST

Look Who's Inside Again

Feral Dances by Confused Crow

Villain by Stella Jang

Onion Boy by Isaac Dunbar

Your Stupid Face

Line Without a Hook

… Okay I'm gonna stop there hahaha-

[bizarreauhavre]

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[swedesinstockholm]

6 septembre

n. a liké mon dernier post sur ig, est-ce que ça veut dire qu'elle est pas ultra remontée contre moi? je lui ai toujours pas répondu et ça me hante. je suis hantée par mon propre ghosting. dans le livre de léa rivière elle parle de doulas de déménagement pour rigoler mais c'est un truc qui devrait vraiment exister. j'ai commencé le livre sur l'argent de christophe hanna aussi j'ai passé l'après-midi à lire le sans plus pouvoir m'arrêter, c'est passionnant de voir comment tous ces artistes s'en sortent avec l'argent, ça me fait dédramatiser ma situation de pauvresse sans revenus qui vit chez sa mère, même si aucune des personnes interviewées jusqu'à maintenant ne vit chez ses parents, beaucoup reçoivent leur aide financière. beaucoup ont renoncé au travail alimentaire aussi et se contentent de presque rien. enfin c'est ce qu'ils disent, c'est un peu facile de romanticiser ça cf. constance debré.

hier j'ai envoyé mes poèmes-radio à r. et j'ai pas pu m'empêcher d'ajouter déso de te forcer à lire mes textes! et il m'a dit t'es sérieuse quand tu dis ça?? et je suis partie dans mes jérémiades nanana j'ai pas confiance en moi et j'ai peur de faire chier les gens etc c'est QUAND que je vais arrêter avec ça? il m'a dit qu'il adorait mes textes et que j'hésite jamais à lui en envoyer. JAMAIS. en majuscules. j'étais à un demi doigt de lui répondre JE T'AIME. hier soir il m'a envoyé un selfie avec une grosse peluche minnie trouvée dans un fourré et j'ai bu mon verre de limoncello cul sec pour m'en remettre. il l'a gardée pour sa fille. je suis hantée par le moment dans son message vocal du camping hollandais où on entend sa fille soupirer dans son sommeil et il dit ah voilà que ma fille ronfle aussi... à sa manière. dans une vidéo de son écran d'ordi on voit des petits polaroids d'eux deux en noir et blanc. quand il m'a dit qu'il faisait du camping avec elle j'ai pensé au souvenir fin comme un voile que j'ai d'être montée sur une colline derrière mon père en chantant une chanson en luxembourgeois à propos d'un sorcier lors d'un séjour en camping seule avec lui. mais il me reste juste cette impression fugace. je sais pas si quelqu'un a déjà théorisé le cas de l'orpheline de père qui tombe amoureuse d'un jeune père et qui est obsédée par sa relation avec sa fille? mais l'orpheline est laide et le jeune père ne sort qu'avec des bombasses.

c'est le deuxième matin que je marche jusqu'au cap d'agde et puis je reviens, il m'attire comme un aimant, j'adore regarder les gens sur la plage en chemin, c'est mieux que le musée. je vois des photos partout avec des compositions parfaites et des accords de couleurs parfaits tout est BEAU et bouleversant mais hier j'avais pas mon téléphone et aujourd'hui j'osais pas prendre de photos de peur de me faire rabrouer/d'être invasive. j'adore regarder les retraités sur la plage, avec leurs corps vieux et fripés et mous et bronzés, j'adore les regarder se la couler douce, lire des livres et des magazines et faire des sudokus et des mots croisés sur leurs petits fauteuils, dormir étalés sur leur serviette, offerts au soleil, les femmes seins nus et insouciantes. ils sont magnifiques. j'avais l'impression d'être john wilson en marchant au bord de l'eau avec ma casquette et mon grand tshirt blanc, en réalisatrice de plage mais qui fait le film dans sa tête.

8 septembre

ce matin quand j'ai allumé mon téléphone j'ai eu un rush d'adrénaline que je voulais pas du tout avoir en voyant les messages vocaux de r., comme si mon corps savait ce qu'il allait me dire. je crois que j'ai un reste de ptsd du mois de juin, à chaque fois que je lui dis un truc et qu'il me répond par plusieurs messages vocaux je m'attends à être terrassée au sol. ce matin sur le canapé j'ai senti la tristesse tomber sur moi comme un dôme qui me coupe du reste du monde, ou comme une chape de plomb, la cape rigide de playmobil qui se clipse au niveau du cou. je lui avais lancé comme ça qu'on commençait quand il voulait à travailler et il m'a répondu qu'il avait mille casseroles sur le feu et moi j'en ai zéro et il s'en excuse platement, il dit désolé d'avoir mille casseroles sur le feu et pas toi, puis il dit que c'est pas ce qu'il a voulu dire, et il l'a pas dit comme ça non plus, mais je l'ai senti bien fort. il a essayé de me rassurer en me disant qu'il voulait toujours le faire mais qu'il savait juste pas à quel moment, et puis il ajoute enfin je sais pas à quel point c'est vraiment rassurant d'entendre ça, comme s'il présupposait que j'étais accrochée à cette collab comme une moule à son rocher, ce qui n'est pas faux, mais il est pas censé le savoir, ni même le supposer, et encore moins le suggérer, me le rappeler, me le FROTTER sous le NEZ. en attendant ça me fait encore passer pour la plus needy de nous deux, celle auprès de qui il doit s'excuser de pas être dispo, celle qui a besoin de lui et qui se retrouve donc en position inférieure.

mais y a pas que ça qui m'a plombée ce matin sur le canapé, l'autre truc qui m'a fait sentir l'abattement jusque dans les muscles de mes jambes, ou peut être que c'était les os, je sais pas faire la différence, j'en parle dans mon poème, de mes os marrons glacés que je traîne en faisant un bruit de rouille, damn je suis une bonne poète, la prochaine fois qu'on me demande ce que je fais je dis poète, je suis poète, le livre de christophe hanna m'a donné assez confiance dans ma condition de poète, en plus la poésie ça englobe tout, c'est parfait. et donc justement, ce qui m'a rouillé les os ce matin aussi c'est quand il m'a raconté qu'il avait commencé une formation pour avoir le statut d'artiste, l'équivalent du statut d'intermittent en france mais pas tout à fait pareil, pour avoir droit au chômage entre les contrats, et je sais pas pourquoi ça m'a déprimée. enfin si je sais, c'est toujours la même histoire, je m'en sors pas avec la vie et quand je vois que les autres avancent, prennent les devants, apprennent, ça me déprime. ça me déprime que eux fassent et pas moi.

parfois j'aimerais vraiment être j. qui a sept ans de moins que moi mais elle peut inviter toute la famille à un apéro dînatoire dans sa nouvelle maison, dans son jardin recouvert de moquette-gazon et d'asphalte, chef d'oeuvre de décor surréaliste, avec des petits ficus qui dépassent et les gamelles du chien rangées contre le mur blanc, nu. j'ai pris un million de photos mais j'avais peur d'être méprisante. j'espère qu'elle me déteste pas secrètement. personne a bitché sur la copine de s., j'étais un peu déçue. je me disais aussi, en parlant de couple, peut être que r. m'a sauvé la vie finalement en reléguant notre relation au stade de l'amitié, parce qu'il m'a encore parlé de son ex pendant trois heures, la mère de sa fille, pas la bombasse, mais peut être que la mère de sa fille aussi est une bombasse et que ça l'a aveuglé au fait que c'était une chieuse, d'après ce qu'il raconte en tout cas. et donc tout ça me fait penser que peut être que les relations avec lui sont compliquées et archi chiantes et qu'en restant son amie d'eau fraîche j'échappe à tout un tas de complications inutiles et de souffrance. même si j'ai déjà souffert pour une vie entière cet été.

[too-many-rooks]

Writing procrastination game!

Thanks @lastlymatt for tagging me, I got rambly so I’ll put this under a ‘read more’

Tagging @pigandpepper @known-concepts @countessrivers

1.) what’s the name of one of your wips?

My doc names are usually very boring 95% of the time I finish a fic and think it’s ready to post and realise I need a title. How about ‘Yassen Bedroom Visit’?

2.) Describe a Wip in the format of __+__=__

SCORPIA heir Alex + totally normal kidnapping and drugging in the middle of the night get to safety orienteering exercises = childhood trauma

3.) What tags/warnings will one of your Wips need if you share it?

Forced child seperation?

4.) alternative title to a wip?

I don’t really have alternate titles! Titles tend to come pretty late in the process!

5.) which wip are you most likely to update/finish next?

Probably one of my s3 aus I’ve got brewing, there’s a longer thing I posted the first chapter of today but I also have some one shots, one where Yassen gets wounded fighting off Alex’s enemies and Alex basically has to hold him down to say he cares about him, and another where Yassen comes to chat to him in the middle of the night (while Alex is sleeping) and they catch up.

6.) what is one of your wip’s document title, not what it’s name is but what you have it saved as?

Again, extremely boring. Some examples - ‘Tom/House introduction’, ‘stables’, ‘the ball’, ‘heir apparent 1-9’, ‘hunting’ ‘hostage’ ‘orienteering.’

On reflection, these are very badly organised. But, hey Ho.

7.) post any sentence from your WIP?

Okay this took me forever to decide bc I want to share like, all of my sentences, but here’s a sentence from my SCORPIA heir Alex thing where Yassen just tries to take a day off, but is interrupted by Alex sneaking out of school/the country and mountain his school is on

‘Rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, he blocked out the little blonde headache sat before him, and sighed, already imagining the state of his email inbox when he got back to his laptop, which he’d sworn would stay folded in its case for the rest of the day.

“And how long ago was this? When should I start expecting panicked calls from your father?”‘

8.) a scrapped idea from your WIP?

Not necessarily a scrapped idea but evidently one I forgot about and rediscovered as I was flicking through google docs - originally a pre-season 3 idea (but could work post s3) where Yassen retires, and decides it’s time for Alex to retire too, even if he doesn’t want to. Very “congratulations you are being adopted! Do not resist.” Meme with Yassen that I’ve seen on here, the bit I’d written was him contemplating the least traumatising way to kidnap him, to make sure they’re a happy family unit post-kidnapping

9.) what’s a story you would love to write but have yet to start?

Alex sees dead people AU - Ian knows, when he dies his ghost becomes bound to Alex, and helps take care of him/watch over him in the field, Alex bumps into Yassen at Point Blanc and immediately recognises the ghost bound to him as his father, especially as he begs the assassin to stop pretending like he can’t hear him for once and let him see his son, to protect him.

10.) how many WIPs are you actively working on?

Four - regency fic, darker Alex s3 au, two other s3 aus I mentioned earlier. Suprised myself by how much of this longer ‘SCORPIA heir’ Alex thing that I’d put off for a while I’ve actually written. That’s one that I really want to finish before I start posting bc I’m bad at doing work without an immediate emotional reward/it’s a longer than anything I’ve written before and I don’t want to give up on it when it’s half published. I had been delaying it till after s3 but maybe time to get to work (will try and finish regency fic first)

11.) is there a scene your struggling to write now?

Oh I mean so many but the most immediate stumbling block is with the regency fic, chapter after this one they go to a ball and that’s almost basically written and so is a lot of the next two chapters but there’s things I need to thread into this chapter that just don’t want to be threaded - I need Alex to start being a bit more suspicious of Yassen, and remember that whole thing about his uncle being murdered now he’s a bit passed the initial princess diaries revelation moment.

I was thinking like Alex waiting up for him on Christmas Eve or something and falls asleep then is woken by Yassen sneaking back in and Alex noticed he’s got blood on his clothes or something and Yassen just shrugs him off and reacts more strictly/authoritatively than he has before. But the scene is a bit sludgy I my mind atm.

12.) Not a question but a second kudos!

[sighonaraa]

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🌀 Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

for the mom city fix-it! this Will be published Soon...

Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It starts, and he can’t breathe, and he can’t wake up. It’s like: He’s in a car, and he’s driving real fucking fast, and for some reason it’s dark out and he can’t see for shit but he’s still not slowing down.  It’s like: He doesn’t want to slow down. Jamie has this dream, sometimes. It ends, and he wakes up, and he still can't breathe. [ the mom city fix-it. in which james tartt dies, and jamie is haunted by a ghost. ]

☔ Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

MY KNIVES OUT TED LASSO AU which i was just talking about in another ask game... i do most certainly want to write it but essentially. ted IS benoit blanc in a different font. i can't explain it. i simply know. and rupert mannion has died.

thank you for the asks!! <3

for this ask game!