#he’s seen ADAM change and blames himself for it

[ohtobeleah]

Vice //

Summary: Bobs one vice in life just so happened to be the very embodiment of what banished Adam from paradise. The human equivalent of that stupid fucking apple that he and Eve ate. You were Bob's forbidden apple: His only vice in life. His guilty pleasure and undoing. You were Jake Seresins little sister.

Warnings: Bob Floyd x F!Seresin!reader. Age gap. Reader is 24. Bob is 35. Smut! 18+ only. Unprotected sex. Oral both male & female receiving. Porn with a slight plot. Star crossed lovers.

Word Count: 5.4k

Author Note: Lewis fucked us all up with this stellar outfit. Now it’s Bobs turn to fuck us.

“You enjoying the party?” Robert Floyd, for the most part, was an enigma of a man. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he didn’t gamble or participate in extreme sports. He didn't seem to have any sort of vice or undoing that threatened to short circuit his usually settled persona. His ability to just exist without an urge to go a little off the rails drove Jake Seresin up the wall. “Or at least trying to?” Jake asked as he nudged at Bob's shoulder. 

The usually egomaniacal aviator had invited all the Daggers to his family's summer vacation home for a weekend off. And let’s face it—If there was one thing the Seresins knew how to do it was throw a fucking party. And oh boy, did Bob Floyd have a reason to accept that invitation–because unbeknownst to his entire team, the people who knew him better than most, he did in fact have an undoing, he did have a vice. 

That vice just so happened to be the very embodiment of what banished Adam from paradise. The human equivalent of that stupid fucking apple that he and Eve ate. You were Bob's forbidden apple: His only vice in life. His guilty pleasure and undoing. 

You were Jake Seresins little sister. 

“I'm officially Nats personal beverage holder.” Bob replied as he stood with Jake overlooking the deck littered with people dressed in ridiculous neon he didn't know, didn't care to get to know and people he knew of that really didn't seem to know he was there. Except Jake's immediate family, and the Daggers. “But yeah–it's been a good day.” Lies, complete lies. Bob just wanted to go home. He wanted to change out of the ridiculous outfit Phoenix had helped him toss together and just be. His only reasoning behind accepting the invite out to good ol Texas was you. 

And much to Roberts Floyds dismay, he hadn’t seen you all day. You weren't present at the Seresin family get together. That was a crime in and of itself, but Bob couldn't blame you for skipping out. Hell he kinda wished he had to. 

“Why don't you let your hair down a little?” Jake smirked as he took the beer in Bob's hand and took a swig. It was now his, Phoenix could get another one. “Crack open a beer, kick your feet up?” Jake continued as the sun had begun to set over the waters edge. “You’re off duty, and I won't snitch.” 

“I'm good.” Bob smiled softly, this just wasn't his thing. It was clearly Rooster's thing though, he hadn’t stopped all day. He’d been running a complete muck with Coyote for what felt like forever. Bob was pretty impressed the guy was still standing. “I haven't seen your sister around?” Bob tried to play it off as casually as he could, but there was a split second in the silence that followed where Bob thought that his casual curiosity could have been taken as more than just that. “Just noticed she wasn't here, the rest of the Seresin gene pool is.” It was the easiest excuse Bob could have given to throw Hangman off his scent. Jake raised a single brow for a few seconds as he looked at his fellow aviator–trying to decipher if there was more to that statement than met the eye. But as he took another sip of the beer he’d stolen, pondering, he decided Robert Floyd wasn't exactly your type. 

“Nah, she's still in Alberta the last time I spoke to her.” Although there was a caution in Jake's tone, he gave Bob the reason behind your absence. “Living the life of the young and the free.” He chuckled to himself softly as he shook his head. You had always been what your family considered a ‘Flight Risk’. Jake understood it, your parents not so much. You were the black sheep, the one out of the three Seresin siblings that didn't have a career plan by the age of fifteen and a scholarship to college by graduation. “Miss her though.” It was then Jake looked at Bob with squinted eyes before he placed the now empty beer bottle back into his hand. “Don't ever tell her I said that.” 

Hang on–Was that supposed to be a test? Bob didn't know what to say, so he cleared his throat and shook his head as he pressed his lips together in a fine line. The safest thing to say right now was nothing at all. Play meek. It worked out well enough for him so far. 

“Try to at least look like you’re enjoying yourself man.” Jake teased as lovingly as he could before he turned to head on down towards the lake. It really was a beautiful time of year, Bob would at least admit that. 

While everyone around him seemed to be overindulging in extracurricular activities that made Bob feel more like a recluse than ever before, he wandered into the lakehouse that could technically be considered a mansion. The place was massive. Made of old pine and oak. He made his way upstairs to the bathroom closest to the room he was sharing with Fanboy and Rooster. He thought he’d hide out for a while, have a shower, decompress, and hopefully find it somewhere inside himself to enjoy the rest of the festivities to come later in the evening. 

But as Bob turned the handle on the old wooden door that led into one of the many bathrooms in this mansion-esk lake house the Seresins owned, he was stunned to see you stepping out of the shower in a towel that just barely covered your ass. 

“Hey! Do you mind!?” You hissed at the sound of the door opening behind you. Bob's jaw nearly hit the ground with a thud at the sight before him. You were the last person to expect to see here. Especially not even fifteen minutes after Jake had just told him you were still in Alberta. In a whole other country, a million miles away from where he wanted you to be. 

Here. 

But somehow you were. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a cruel summer after all? 

As you turned around to see who had inadvertently forgotten the universal code to knock before entering a closed bathroom to scold whoever it was that intruded on your privacy, your hardened expression of annoyance softened almost immediately as the person standing in the doorway. Not yet in the bathroom, Bob stood still in the hallway silently and in shock. How were you even here right now? Naked in the bathroom after what seemed like a shower? With sopping wet hair and glazed skin. 

“Jesus Christ Bob don't you knock!” You hissed as you reached over to pull Bob into the bathroom by the neon muscle-T he wore. Before you shut the door and made sure to lock it, you looked both ways down the hall. Nope, not a single soul was in sight. Good. “You scared the hell out of me.” 

Bob's eyes lit up at the sight of you before him. His eyes were clear as baby blue crystals on a good day–but whenever he was looking at you? Robert Floyds eyes let you know where home was. 

“What are you doing here?” Bob asked as he watched you walk over to the vanity to continue drying your hair. Holding it to one side as you looked at him in the mirror looking at you. He stood behind you with hands gently holding your hips, thumbing at the fuzzy fabric of the towel that clad your curves. “Your brother just told me you were still in Alberta. I've spent the most of my day looking around for you only to find out you weren't even coming.” A one sided smirk appeared across your face as you watched Bob duck his head to kiss the exposed skin of your neck. He paused against you to take in the aroma of your body wash, Raspberries and Juniper. “But yet here you stand? What gives, kid?” 

You and Bob had a complicated thing going. The first time you met the big eyed, bigger hearted Weapons System Officer was at a ceremony acknowledging the efforts and near sacrifices the Daggers had made during the uranium mission that saw your older brother permanently stationed in North Island. 

Bob was the cute guy who never took his eyes off you the entire night, he swore he could watch you for hours on end without ever getting tired of the view. You reminded him of someone though, your mannerisms, your laugh, the way you show boated when you won that game of darts against Rooster. That's when the penny dropped. 

You were Hangman's little sister. Forbidden and untouchable. 

“I heard that a certain detachment team was on the annual invite list and changed my mind last minute.” You explained softly as you held Bob's arms in your own around your waist. His chin fell to your shoulder as he held you tight to his chest. Looking at you looking at him through the mirror in front of you. “I missed you.” 

“Is there a reason why you’re out here in the cold instead of inside where the party is, Lieutenant?” Bob heard a voice coming from behind him as he looked out over the back deck of the Hard Deck. he just needed some fresh air to wrap his mind around the fact he thought a Seresin was stunning. 

“You must be the famous sister we’ve all heard so much about?” Bob replied as he watched you come to stand beside him, fishing out one of those stupid vape things Fanboy had told him about from your back pocket. “Hangman talks highly of you.” Bob's eyes lingered on the way you held it to your lips, he watched as you inhaled, held, pulled the contraption away from your glossed lips and gestured it out for him to take as you blew the excess away. 

“Reluctantly, that's me.” You admitted. “You’re Lieutenant Floyd.” Bob's heart skipped a beat when you said his name. He wanted to ask you how you knew but his expression must have given it away because through a soft chuckle of your own you answered the question on the tip of his tongue before he even had to ask. “It's pinned to your jacket.” Right.

“Those things will kill you ya know.” Bob smiled softly as he watched you take another hit as you looked out over the railing, leaning against it with your elbows. “Aren't you worried?” 

“As opposed to flying F-18’s into enemy territory on highly classified missions?” You shot back through a teasing smile before you pocketed the thing you knew you should probably give up before it became an addiction. “We all die soon enough Lieutenant Floyd, living in the moment is more my speed.” 

“Bob.” Bob replied with a soft smile. “You sound like your brother, but please, call me Bob.” There was a moment of silence shared between the two of you before you looked the aviator up and down with a knowing eye. Before Bob knew what he was doing, he was following you down the steps towards his car, he was the designated driver for the evening for Phoenix, Rooster and Payback. But after you leaned in to whisper in his ear the hottest thing he'd ever heard– Bob venmoed them all enough to cover a taxi. 

“Well Bob, Bob Floyd, do you wanna get out of here?” 

“Yes Ma’am.” Bob knew it was wrong, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded to your request. He did want to get out of there, with you. Yes. He’d never wanted to get out of somewhere more in his life. You were gorgeous.

You snuck in through Bobs garden gate every night that summer just to seal your fate. 

“I missed you too.” Bob held your gaze in the mirror as his hand began to wonder. You didn't stop him from exploring, but your graze broke from his as you watched his slightly callioused and large hand roam down the expanse of your towel clad pelvis. Slowly, seductively, all the while he broke from looking at you to kiss the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “You stopped texting me?” It was a question disguised as a statement, but you knew Bob wanted an explanation to your sudden lack of contact. It had been just shy of two entire months. “You miss me but you stopped texting me? That's a little contradictory, don't you think kiddo?” 

“I was trying to get over you.” Whimpers, that’s what your words came out like as your head fell back against Bob's exposed shoulder. His hand kept exploring—lower and lower until finally he was peeling up the fuzzy fabric of your towel. Creeping between your legs right where you wanted him. “You’re my brother’s—“ Before you could explain that you felt sick of yourself for crossing the line with Bob, his fingers were delicately and deliberately slipping past your slick folds as your knees nearly gave in. You had to reach up and out around Bob's necks to steady yourself. Your breath caught in your throat as Bob's nimble fingers worked to slowly yet oh so perfectly tantalise your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“I’m not your brother's anything.” Bob growled in your ear. You brought out a primal instinct in the Weapons System Office not a single soul but yourself had ever seen. “You ghosted me.” 

“You’re thirty five.” It wasn’t enough of an excuse not to fuck you. Again that was. Over and over and over again. 

“And you feel twenty something.” Bob smirked against your shoulder. The same shoulder he worked to mark up. “How old are you again?” 

“Twenty four—“ It came out barely above a whisper as you spread your legs a little wider as Bob spread your pussy apart. Circling the very spot he knew was your undoing. Its only purpose in life was to bring pleasure, that sensitive bundle of nerve endings. “Bob—“ You breathed as he snaked his supporting arm up from around your waist to untuck the white towel that had been hiding your perfect silhouette from him. It had been far too long for Bob's liking. “We shouldn’t—“ But Devils roll the dice and angels roll their eyes. What didn’t kill you made you want him more. “We really shouldn’t.” 

That fact was a no brainer. Bob knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t be here in the bathroom of one of the most extravagant lake houses he’d ever seen. He shouldn’t be hiding away with you, Hangman's little sister, with the pads of two of his fingers dancing over your clit as you wither away in his warm embrace. He shouldn’t be obsessed with the way you sound trying to contain the whimpers that threaten to escape you as your arousal coats his digits.

Bob shouldn’t have slept with you the first night he met you. He shouldn’t have slept with you in the days and weeks that followed. He shouldn’t have felt the way you came around his length like you’d never felt an orgasm before. He shouldn’t have laughed when you told him you were starting to catch feelings—and Bob definitely shouldn’t have told you that he may or may not have been falling in love with you. Because that’s the last time he heard from you before you ghosted him. 

Bob knew he shouldn’t. But he was going to over and over and over again because he only had one vice. One undoing. 

You. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Bob groaned as he stopped his taunting ways and spun you around to face him. The sudden loss of satisfaction made you pout, but when Bob shifted you up onto the vanity as he stood firmly between you legs, that pout vanished rather quickly. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away. I’ll go back downstairs to that shitty party.” For a moment Bob reverted back into his normally reserved self. He ducked his head so your gaze couldn’t match his own. “I only came here with the hope in mind you’d be here.” 

It made your heart skip a beat inside your chest. You really liked Bob. He was kind and compassionate and he listened to you when you spoke, he didn’t just stand there and nod. Pretending. He valued your smile and your laugh and unlike your brother who gave him chronic headaches on his best days—Bob seemed to like the time he spent with you. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

“I want you.” Was all you said before you were fisting your palms into the fabric of Bob's muscle-T. Since when had he gotten so big? Bob wasn’t this big when you last saw him. His arms were the size of tree trucks now. You would have remembered that. “I’ve never not wanted you.” It felt so wrong but oh so right to admit as you pulled Bob's shirt up and over his head before you tossed it away. Forgetting its existence. “I'm sorry I ghosted you, it’s just you’re my brothers—“ Before you could finish your sentence Bob's lips were on yours in a feaverish kiss that took your breath away. His hands cupped at your cheeks to keep you close before he wrapped his digits into the mess of wet hair behind your head. 

“We all die soon enough, living in the moment is more my speed.” Bob interrupted as your eyes glazed over his, searching for any ounce of regret he might have. “Where’d that version of you go? The one who didn't care?” 

“She died when I started falling in love with you.” It was enough to send Bob over the edge as he drank in the sight of you. All his for the taking as he caressed your cheek with one hand. “That's why I left, you told me you loved me and I knew I loved you back and that's crazy, this, is crazy Robert.” Trying to deny inevitable feelings was never a good idea. All it did was cause chaos and suffering for both parties involved. “You can't love me, and I can't love you, it'll never work and my brother will kill you. He’ll delete you off the face of the earth!” You tried to smile through the tears that threatened to spill very momentarily. “And I don't know about you, Bob, but I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you.” 

“We’ll figure it out.” Bob cooed as he ran the pad of his thumb across your lower lips. “Right now though? I just wanna be with you.” With gentle hands you worked at the belt buckle that was cinched around Bob's waist. Looped around the jean shorts he wore that made his outfit all the more atrocious. “I've missed you, missed everything about you.” 

“Well Lieutenant–” You teased as you discarded Bob's belt to the side, it landed on top of the muscle-T he’d once been wearing as you slowly worked to unzip his fly. “Now seems like as good a time as any to get acquainted.” Bob's lips were once again on yours in a needy lust filled kiss the second he could break his gaze from your beautiful eyes. His hands were all over you, exploring your curves and dips as you sunk your hand into his boxer briefs. Palming him off as his soft moans echoed against the back of your throat. 

“Oh god–” Bob choked out as you worked your fist up and down his erection, standing to full attention and straining against the confines of his shorts. “Baby, baby I'm dying here.” It was all mumbled into your mouth as Bob continued his assault on your mouth, his tongue danced with yours expertly like it hadnt been two entire months since he’d last seen or felt you. “Let me get these pants off.” 

With a giddy grin that expanded ear to ear you pulled back so that you could watch Bob shimmy out of his jorts. He was a sight that made your mouth water. Since when did he get so fucking big? 

“You've been working out?” You asked to fill the silence that filled the bathroom. Bob hopped around on one foot for a second as he tried to rid himself of the remaining articles of clothing that still adorned his body. 

“Yeah well it was either that or through myself a pity party because the woman I admitted my love to up and vanished into thin air.” Bob huffed as he stood up straight, completely naked and exposed in front of you. “So yeah, I worked out, alot.” 

“How's your cardiac output?” You teased as you watched him step closer to where he’d left you on the vanity, pumping his hardened length a few times as he did so. “Because I’m in real need of a good fuck.” Bob's cheeks flushed a crimson hume at the way you spoke to him. He loved it, no one ever spoke to him the way you did. So open and free. “Make me feel good Lieutenant.” You pleaded through a needy whine as you felt Bob pull you forward by your hips. Lining you up with the tip of his shaft. Teasing your entrance as he slid his tip between your folds, collecting your arousal with every move. The sexual tension was enough foreplay for the both of you. “Bob, please.” 

With one motion, Bob was pressing himself inside you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Drawing him in as close as you could pull him as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside you. It felt heavenly, you felt full, complete. 

“Ohh fuck–” You gasped when Bob bottom out and pressed his forehead to yours. “God did your dick get bigger too?” Bob chuckled at your remark as he remained still inside you, giving you a second to breathe and stretch to his girth. He had always loved the sight of your pretty and perfect pussy full of his cock. 

“Not that I've noticed.” Bob smiled as he kissed you before slowly pulling out a few inches only to push himself back in. working up a slick rhythm that made the pair of you lose all sense of any consequence that may come of your impromptu rendezvous. “You’re perfect, so perfect for me aren't you baby?” It felt like heaven and hell all at once. 

“Missed your cock.” You whined as Bob picked up the pace enough that it had your jaw dropping and your eyes rolling. “Oh god feels so fucking good.” You could feel the grip Bob had on your hips as he fucked into you–manouvering your body just enough that when his balls slapped against the curve of your ass his tip kissed your cervix. “Ahh–” 

“Shh–” Bob pressed the palm of his hand across your mouth to silence your screams. “Do you want someone to find us?” He asked as he picked up the pace. Fucking you hard. “Do you want your brother finding out who fucks you this good? That you like older men? Is that what you want, baby? For him to catch us in the act so you don't have to tell him?” Your lungs felt like they had been ignited from the lack of oxygen as Bob kept his hand across your mouth and pressed up against your nose. It felt otherworldly, being manhandled like this, dominated. 

Bob didn't dominate at anything in life. But he sure did dominate in the bedroom. 

“Let me get a taste of you gorgeous.” Bob groaned as he pulled out of your fucked out cunt, watching as your arousal dripped out and down to your ass. He dropped down to lick a nice line up your pussy—collecting anything you’d give him as he settled around your sensitive bundle of nerves. Shaking his head all the while his glasses fogged. 

“Ahhh! Fuck! Bob!” Your legs shook as your hand flew down to grip at Bob's hair, slightly damp from swimming, slightly dry from the heat of the sun he’d once been in. Now? He was between your legs, enjoying his favourite meal. 

Bob lapped away at your dripping core for what felt like an eternity. You weren’t going to complain about it either as you pulled at his hazel locks and let your legs drape over his strong shoulders. You wanted so badly to say it out loud. Your heart was near bursting out of your chest with need to scream it to the heavens as Bons eyes met yours from between your legs. So you said it. 

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” Bob looked up grinning like a devil. 

“So sweet, you’re like candy.” Bob's chin was coated as he came up for air, you were so close. “Let’s see how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers.”

“Please, please—“ You were so desperate to feel that familiar release. “Bob, I wanna cum for you.” With lustful baby blue eyes that seemed three shades darker he slipped two fingers inside you. Coaxing you forward in a come here motion. Knowing exactly what to do and when to do it to send you hurtling towards you first, but certainly not your last orgasm. “Ahhh fuck! Yes—yess!” 

“Oh I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby, why don’t you show me how pretty you look when you cry?” Bob knew you were standing on the edge with the way you were clinging to him. “Come on darlin’ don’t get all shy oh my now, cum of me.” It was as if your body knew who it belonged to as your feet rose and your legs shook. “Yeah that’s it, cum for me you filthy girl.” Bob growled as he watched your jaw slack. Your eyes began to roll into the back of your head as your chest puffed towards him. He pumped his fingers in and out of you so expertly that he had you gushing. Crying out his name like a perfect symphony. 

“Bob, Bob, ohhh fuck Bob!” Bob grinned ear to ear as he watched you cum, watched your entire body burn from his touch and only his. There wasn’t another man on earth who could make you come alive like Robert Floyd could. 

He fingered you through it, waiting until you were steady and breathing through it. Your back pressed against the mirror in an attempt to support yourself as Bob moved away to turn on the shower. 

Steam immediately began filling the bathroom that smelled of sex and need. You didn’t need any more time to come down from your high as Bob came back over to you with a naughty look in his eye. 

“What are you up to Floyd?” You giggled as Bob scooped you up off the vanity and carried you into the shower. Warm water rained down over the pair of you as Bob connected his lips to yours, pressing your back up against the cool tiles as you sunk low on his length. Taking him with ease as he slowly bucked his hips. 

“Just taking care of you.” Bob mumbled as he supported your weight up against the wall. Fucking into you like you were his personal sex toy. “Love being inside you, so tight and perfect, all for me.” 

Bob was quick to change his angle, he wanted to feel all of you, give you all that he could. As your tongues fought for dominance against one another Bob hooked his arms up under your knees and held your still. Bucking his hips into you with so much force it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. 

“Ahhh fuck oh my god—!” 

“Shhh, shhh I got you baby I’ve got you.” Bob smirked to himself. He loved the way you came completely undone for him. “You look so pretty like this, all fucked out with nowhere to run, I could keep you up like this all night.” That Bob could, the way his arms were glistening from the water pouring over you made you clench around him. He was big, bigger than ever before. “Oh god if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.” 

“Wanna taste it.” You mumbled as Bob fucked into you. “You’re cum, I wanna taste your cum.” Bob had to refrain from filling you up then and there. The way you said it with such a needy little whine had him just about ready to burst. “Please—please Lieutenant.” There was also something about the way you’d call him Lieutenant from time to time that also got Bob all hot and bothered. It was different with you, you made his official rank into something that could be used as sexual gratification. “Let me taste you.” 

As Bob helped you get your feet down on the ground, Jake was in search of another bottle of tequila he could distribute shots with. Surprising, the house was empty—he thought he was the only one inside until he heard the unmistakable sounds of a man who was under the influence of sexual desire. 

“Who’s that?” Hake chuckled to himself as he raced up the stairs, curiosity getting the better of him. As he reached the top of the stairs, Jake heard the unmistakable sound of running water through old pipes, mixing together with desperate moans. 

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, just like that darlin’ feels so good the way you're taking my dick down your throat right now.” Bob threw his head back as he held the back of your head with a splayed out palm. Helping to guide you up and down his shaft. “Gonna cum do that pretty throat of yours—“ Jake thought he was hearing things when he stopped outside the bathroom door. He swore he could hear Bob Floyd inside that bathroom. It couldn’t be, could it?

“Missed your cock so much— You giggled as you pumped your fist up and down Bob's shaft as he verged closer and closer to his high as you looked up at him. “Probably more than you missed me and my pretty pussy.” And that’s when Jake had to hold back the pride he felt for Baby Bob so it could make room for the rage that flooded his body in the moments that followed. 

“Shut it Seresin, keep suckin’ me off baby I’m so goddamn close.” Bob guided you head back to the tip of his cock that he tapped against your awaiting tongue. You took him down your throat with ease, gagging as he held you still with your nose brushing against his perfectly trimmed tamed pubic hair. “Ohhhh I’m there, I’m so there!” Bob groaned as he felt his orgasm pooling at the base of his shaft. “I’m gonna cum! Arghh—!” 

Jake felt a rage he’d never felt before bubble up inside his chest. He had never felt such a betrayal, Bob with his baby sister, with you. You were off limits to everyone—Jake always had his money secretly on Coyote since he’d known you the longest but Bob? The fucking WSO!? No. Not happening, or at least it won’t be happening again. 

“Oh god I’m cumming—shit shit shit shit!” Bob pulled his throbbing cock from your mouth as you gasped for much needed hair. He tipped you forehead back as you opened your mouth and welcomed the hot spurts of cum that coated your face. Washing away under the fall of the shower head. “Fucckkk—look at you baby, so pretty coated in all my cum.” 

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“For the record?” Bob held you close to his chest as you stood before the fogged up mirror once again. Showered and wrapped back up in a fresh towel. “I’d keep secrets just to keep you.” He sighed as he kissed your temple, dressed and ready to join the party once again. Knowing that you wouldn’t be too far behind him. “I’ll see you soon?” 

“See you soon Bobby.” Just as Bob chuckled to himself and opened the bathroom door, an enraged Jake Seresin lunged at Robert Floyd, throwing a single punch that landed right against Bob's cheek that sent him down towards the ground with a thud. “BOB!” You gasped as you held your towel to your chest and raced to his aid as he groaned. “Jake! You ass hole! What the hell is your problem!” 

“Consider that a fucking warning Floyd.” Jake scoffed as he shook his throbbing hand. He’d been waiting outside the bathroom ever since he came upstairs. “Stay the hell away from my sister.” Jake spat as he walked away, leaving Bob a heap on the floor of the bathroom as you cradled him in your lap. Fuck. 

Yep. It was definitely going to be a cruel summer.

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[croissanthemums]

soulmate au - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius trailed him with a heavy stomp, his hands grabbing Remus’ arms to stop him from walking away. “What the hell, Remus?! What’s your problem?”

Remus stopped in his tracks to turn towards Sirius. “My problem is that I love you!” he exclaimed before he could even stop himself from doing so. He snatched his arm back, balling his hands into a fist to prevent them from shaking, keeping it firmly at his sides.

Sirius stood right where he was, mouth slightly agape. The courage coursing through Remus’ veins was pushing him to say what he’s always wanted to, right from the second he realised what his feelings meant.

“I’ve been in love with you before I even knew what love was!” Remus paused to catch his breath, whilst also trying to drown out the drumming of his own heart. “I know I’m risking a lot saying this—our friendship—you! But fuck that—I…I can’t fucking stand this anymore. I can no longer fucking watch you mope about some bitch who doesn’t even give a single fuck about you—cos I love you and it hurts seeing you get hurt!”

“All this time I’ve been waiting for you to see me—actually see me! I was there when you were complaining about girls not wanting you. I was there when you endlessly whined after your exes broke up with you—I was fucking there!” Remus glared at Sirius, who still looked limp in his place. “When you started realising you like boys as well as girls and asked me if boys would find you attractive, I wanted to tell you then that it would be foolish for them not to see how wonderful you are and it would be their loss for not doing so—but I couldn’t cos you were my fucking friend.”

“When you asked me to set you up with someone gay—I was there, Sirius. Me. But you only saw me as a friend and nothing more. Nothing more!” Remus sighed exasperatingly. Throwing his frustrations at Sirius whilst telling him how he really feels was not a choice he would’ve done earlier today, or ever. But nature took its course and the universe told him to fuck it.

“Remus, I…” Sirius finally spoke, his eyes still wide. He raised his hand to reach Remus’ but seemed to changed his mind mid-way.

“What? No funny comebacks?” Remus challenged. The choice of letting his anger lead this conversation is much more ideal than actively contemplate the consequences of him admitting his feelings towards his best friend.

It was a choice between letting the rage out or letting the tears go. With the former, Remus could just pretend to be angry at Sirius. While the latter would eventually lead to a lifetime of hurt.

Not only was he breaking up their friendship by confessing, but saying how he feels out loud just made it seem more real.

“No.” Sirius replied, gulping. His adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Remus shouldn’t be looking but he was, not only that, he’s also turned on by it. “I’ve always seen you that way, Remus. Always.”

“What?” Remus blinked. It was his turn to be rendered mute. His head was swimming into thousands of different possibilities of what Sirius could’ve meant.

“You were the reason why I realised Iiked boys too.” he paused. “The moment I saw you on the train, with your stupid freckles and stupid hair and stupid smile—how could I not see you? The reason none of those relationships worked out was because of you—”

Remus scoffed, cutting Sirius off. “Oh, so now you’re blaming me?!”

“No! No! Of course not!” Sirius protested, his arms gestured into surrender. “I couldn’t stay in a relationship with them for long cos I didn’t like them as much as I do you! They could kiss me endlessly but the feeling it would give would never amount to the happiness I get when I’m simply next to you. You are the one I want, Remus. You’ve always been the one I want.”

“Then why do you keep dating other people?”

“Cos I’m a fucking knob and I didn’t know that you were someone I can have.”

Oh.

Oh.

Sirius took a step forward. “Please forgive me for all the stupid things I’ve done before. I can’t promise not to make stupid things again cos I know I’ll make more, but I swear that none of it will be done to hurt you.” he paused to take Remus’ hand, his eyes completely fixed on him. “Remus John Lupin, you may not believe in soulmates but I do—cos I believe I was put in this world to find you and love you.”

“And I believe I was put in this world to stop you from doing stupid things—well, more stupid things that could land you in Azkaban.” Remus replied. Sirius gave him a small smirk.

The warmth spreading throughout Remus’ entire body was undeniably strong. The love he has for Sirius Black—who’s a complete idiot—was stronger than the hatred he has in himself for falling for his bestfriend.

“I love you, Sirius.” Remus muttered. It didn’t take long for Sirius’ hands to cup Remus’ cheeks, capture his lips, and slide his tongue in. The way Remus imagined it happening before was magical, but the actual one was a hundred million times better.

Sirius broke the kiss to get a whiff of air, his forehead pressing into Remus’ as he ran his thumb across Remus’ cheek. “I love you so much more, Moony.”

[divine0rdainment]

I feel like we are missing out on the potential of Yandere Eden Adam x Angel Lucifer

Because, imagine Adam being born and the first angel he sees, (outside of Sera) is this cute little angel with a beautiful singing voice sitting by a pond playing with the ducks on his time off of being an angel and Adam becomes obsessed at first site. Cuz it's the beauty of a pure innocence and power Infront of him. At first he just wants friendship, cuz that's all he understands before Lilith is born, he emotionally manipulate Lucifer in to coming back every day even tho he knows it could get Lucifer in trouble. He will cry if he's gone for too long, he will get grumpy and not talk to Lucifer if he hears Lucifer is spending time with other angels. He will hold on to Lucifer a bit too tight when he comes back and sniff his hair cuz he smells like nothing Adam has ever smelled in the garden. Lucifer calls it stardust. Adam calls it perfection.

And yeah, what Adam is doing is creepy and a bit weird, but Lucifer doesn't mind it! He just assumes that's how humans are supposed to act. After all, Adam is the first of his kind! He's just lonely and humans were ment to be social creatures according to Michael. He's lonely when Lucifer isn't there, ofcourse he's desperate to have someone there. It's his natural instinct.

Things change, however, when Sera comes and asks Adam what he would like in a wife. And of course Adam basicly describes Lucifer. Sera does notice but assumes it's fine because Lucifer and Michael's and quite a few other angels have blond hair, white skin, and blue eyes. It's probebly just something Adams seen on the angels and it looks very different from himself so he found it pretty on people. So Sera brings this info to the angels in charge of making Lilith, and they get to work. When Lilith is actually introduced, Adam is... Disappointed to say the least. And soon easily infuriated when Lilith and Lucifer meet. Lucifer is his angel after all, NOT Liliths.

So his rage grows slowly as he watches Lilith and Lucifer get closer. Lilith is smarter then Adam, figured things out faster, is more empathetic, she makes friends with the animals easier, she keeps TOUCHING LUCIFERS HAIR without asking! And Lucifer doesn't even CARE!!

Yeah, he's not ok with this, infact, he's far from ok with this. So he starts thinking about ways to get Lucifer alone, ways of chasing Lilith off with arguments before Lucifer even gets to Eden on his time off. He even went so far as pushing Lilith in a river on "accident" just to make sure she was gone by the time Lucifer gets back. The day he did that however got the angels involved. He had tried to HURT the other human, and Lilith was now scared of him, and worst of all, Lucifer was being blamed for interfering in the twos bonding. So now, Lucifer was grounded in heaven, and Adam and Lilith are being watched very intently by Michael, who, in Adams opinion, was an uglier version of Lucifer at best. So of course he had no care in dealing with him or his 'wife'.

Adam avoided them both for a bit, missing Lucifer, missing his laugh and his touch. He wanted Lucifer to be his wife. He wanted to hold him and kiss him like the expected him to do with Lilith. But how?! How could he get Lucifer back...

As he contemplated this he stumbled across a tree with a golden fence around it, and as Adam looks up, he's reminded of something he was told on his first day of breath... Do not touch the apples of knowledge... Knowlege, isn't that how you get smarter? Like Lilith? If he ate one, could he be smart enough to get Lucifer back and be with him instead.

So, of course, he takes an apple, and right before Michael could stop him, took a bite.

Eden broke that day, Michael quickly grabbed both humans as darkness descended upon the garden, releasing true evil in to the universe, but Adam didn't seem to care, or was even scared like Lilith. His mind filled with knowledge of how to get what he wanted

When the humans were brought to heaven as Eden is consumed, Lucifer and the other angels come to see the damage. Only for Lucifer to be grabbed by Adam as the angels are freaking out. He's easily dragged off by Adam in to the deeper parts of heaven where no other angels where. Lucifer is trying to talk to Adam, figure out what is happening, get an explanation for why the garden was crumbling, but Adam didn't answer any of the questions, too focused on making sure Lucifer would be corrupted, be ruined beyond what heaven could handle. If he mated with a human, he knew he and Lucifer would fall together... And that's exactly what happens. He dragged Lucifer somewhere alone, confessed his feelings and pushed Lucifer to take his first time. Lucifer, confused, but enraptured by the humans desire, dreams of freedom with Lucifer by his side, and his clear undying love, gave in to his demands. Lucifer sinned, Adam sinned, and by the time they were found, it was already too late. And once again, Lucifer was blamed for the humans didn't know better, and Lucifer should have...

The worst part is, Lucifer didn't notice how Adams eyes changed from the beautiful amber to a dark brown that resembled a void...

((I may make a part two of this later UvU for now, I have stuff to do~))

[witchofthesouls]

I just read your seeker bird kiddo (Jack) and Truck dad Optimus adventures and I beg for more content, I adore it all and the spOoky cryptic parts are 👌

👁️👄👁️

Jack accidentally triggers mechs’ protective instincts because he makes baby bird noises to mimic the local corvids. It doesn't help that Jack parks himself at the entrance to the Ark and plays games with the more playful blackbirds. Dadimus is very much used to Jack’s imitations, the rest of the Autobots (and his counterpart) are most definitely not.

The chirping and screes are reminiscent of newsparks’ calls for attention and care, and it drives the resident Seekerkin up the wall because he is the only sparkling in the vicinity and Jack punches the Seekerkin-coding into activity after four million years of dormancy.

There have been a few jokes to take a recording of the sparkling’s noises and play it to the Decepticon Seekers after the Autobots had seen their own Seekerkin with the kid. TFP Optimus is immediately No. Stop. Control, Alt, and Delete that terrible plan. He will take Jack and run into the most remote environments he can find.

No one knows how Jack did it, but the blackbirds got into gambling, and everyone blames Smokescreen. 

He's partly to blame with the cards, but the dice is Bluestreak's fault.

Jack is a polite menace. The kid knows his manners, but that doesn't stop him from skipping up the walls, hanging on the ceiling, and popping into places that he shouldn't have access to. At all.

Mechs were confused why Dadimus pinged out so often but then realized that's the most reliable way to actually tag Jack as he's a slippery little thing. Sometimes the sparkling responds, but usually he doesn't.

Red Alert is on the verge of having an aneurysm since Jack can bypass all the security measures. Mechs have taken to looking up to see if Jack is trapezing on the panels or checking under the tables and desks because of near unfortunate incidents of almost shooting the kid or shock-related delays with time-sensitive chemical reactions that nearly turned the ship into a massive crater.

Dadimus was highly disappointed and upset by the last part as Jack knows better as he had done similar stunts when they were upon research vessels. Not only Jack had to apologize to Skyfire, Wheeljack, and Perceptor, but he wasn't allowed to stray from Dadimus' field for a month. ("Curiosity cannot override safety protocols.")

On one camera, Jack would be at a corner by the entrance with organic birds, and between blinks he would then disappear and reappear across the ship, talking excitedly to a random corner with a different group of birds.

(If anyone catches them at the right second, at the right angle, at the right frame... the raven/crow/jackdaw/jay will ripple. Feathers dripping and flowing like an inky waterfall and eyes splitting into multiple, countless pairs as Jack's shadow expands- And then, the watcher will blink because they have to, and the footage will reset. Devoid of Jack and blackbirds.)

There's talk about new cryptids going around. It's silly Halloween and superstitious nonsense… until it isn't.

Due to Smokescreen, Bluestreak, and the Aerialbots constantly monitoring the perimeter or setting traps that are becoming more elaborate each week, it's becoming a new running joke. It's the Autobot snipe-hunting. All because of Jack's devoted drawings of strange, contorted creatures.

They're adamant that something is outside.

(They’re right).

An eerie thing begins to appear at the nearby dunes by the Ark’s entrance. It’s vaguely canine and its size is constantly changing. They can smell a wildfire in the air and taste ash upon their tongues as it beckons them to follow with a heavy, burning gaze. 

Before anyone follows, a racket of shrieking blackbirds breaks them out of the trance. When the piercing noise fails, then a nasty peck to some skin or exposed protoform is enough to bring them back to their senses.

“It’s looking for something that can’t be regained,” Jack speaks with a keenness beyond his age and a lilting cadence. A flurry of pictures of the same dark canine by a campfire with multiple individuals and groups sitting by it. It remains unchanged, despite the others’ fashions and vehicles it managed to beckon to it. “Don’t be taken by its ancient sorrow. You won’t escape its grasp.”

Between the space of desert and forest, there’s an old barbwire fence and a seemingly endless dusty dirt road that has never been updated to proper asphalt, despite its existence for over a century and all the grumbles and complaints by humans and Cybertronians.

When it rains, a phantom of a massive stag appears. Dark and regal, it gently trods along the path, always towards the forest, never in the opposite direction. Perched upon its twisted antlers is an owl with multiple wings, spread out and spotted with many painted eyes, a feathered and watchful halo with a cry that echoes in everyone’s ears and audials. It leaves no tracks, just deep puddles with flickering shapes in its vast depths that immediately dry when people look away.

The mechs start to understand that the local humans’ grumblings and complaints are half-hearted, and when it starts to drizzle, everyone stays inside. 

“It’s older than all those that vaguely remember its beginnings,” Jack murmurs to a window full of drawings in the condensation, sleepy in the colder weather as he curls in a heated seat. “Dreaming and wandering, yet always returning to the place that crowned it King.”

[oblivious-idiot]

Don’t wanna see you crying anymore

Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: after Lockwood deems you housebound while your injuries heal from a case (broken arm and cracked ribs), you reconnect with Kipps, which only makes Lockwood jealous

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, language/swearing

Word count: 1.5k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader, Quill Kipps x fem!Reader (in the past)

AN: This is my first bit of writing so I apologise if it's not the best haha, I also have no idea how to end these either oops. I'd love any feedback but please be kind!

You’d been working for Lockwood and Co. for a while by now, it had just been your first anniversary with the team when Lucy joined, and you were all the more grateful to have another girl in the building. After previously working for Fittes and then joining Lockwood and Co, you’d quite frankly needed a change of pace. You and George had been close friends while you worked at Fittes together, which is how you ended up joining the team at 35 Portland Row.

Lockwood you couldn’t quite get your head around - he always seemed to pay attention to you while you worked for Fittes, maybe it was because you were dating Kipps at the time, maybe it was just that he didn’t like Kipps all that much. The two of you had grown quite close in the past year though, you’d had your fair share of arguments and patching each other up after cases. It was only after Lucy had joined that you realised you had fallen for him and his soft security.

You and Lucy were getting ready in your shared room before your next case after having a disagreement with Lockwood in the kitchen if you should come or not. As you were going over a few newspaper clippings Lucy looks at you from the bathroom mirror.

“You should go easy on him, you know.”

“Go easy on him? What for Lu?” You scoff

“He’s just looking out for you y/n, he doesn’t want to see you hurt” she says as she walks over to you on the bed

You chuckle a little and look up at her “Lu, we fight ghosts for a living, I’d be surprised if we didn’t get hurt once in a while”

She takes hold of your hand “you know what I mean, smartass. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, it would break him to lose you”

You sit up straight and look at her soft smile, confused as to how she thinks he likes you “wha-, Lu he doesn’t-, we’re just friends”

“Just try not to be too reckless tonight, alright?” She gets up and smiles at you again, before heading downstairs.

Surprisingly, the case didn’t go as plan. The alleged Type One that you and George had been researching all week turned out to be a Type Two. You knew something didn’t feel right when you picked up this case, but Lockwood was so adamant in taking it that you didn’t want to crush him.

You and Lucy were trying your best to hold off the Type Two while Lockwood and George went to look for the source. You could tell that you’d began to tire and you didn’t know how long you could keep going. You looked at Lucy worriedly, but that was your mistake, because the ghost lunged towards you causing you to lose your footing. You fell down the first flight of stairs, your foot getting caught in the bannister and your body slams so hard into the wall you go out cold.

It had been about a week since the case when you were finally allowed to leave the hospital. Your arm was in a cast after breaking it in your fall, as well your chest and ankle being tightly bound - the doctors had told you that you’d cracked a rib as well as spraining your ankle from getting caught in the bannister. Lucy and George picked you up from the hospital, but when you asked about Lockwood, Lucy just smiled at you softly.

“It’s been really hard on him y/n, this past week. He’s been worried sick”

You look at them both confused “but it’s not like it was his fault, he didn’t push me down the stairs, did he?” you say a little sarcastically to try and lighten the mood.

George sighs and looks at you, “you know what he’s like y/n. He blames it on himself for not getting to the source fast enough.”

“He really cares about you y/n” Lucy chimes in “just go easy on him, okay?”

When you got back to 35 Portland Row, Lockwood was waiting in the kitchen. You smiled at him as you hobbled over to give him a hug. He looked like he hadn’t slept since you’d last seen him.

He sighed once you’d all gathered around the kitchen table. “I think it’s about time we had a talk” his eyes settling on you and your broken arm.

“Y/n, you’re not to go on any more cases until you’re fully healed.” He hangs his head when he sees your hurt expression. “This isn’t up for discussion. We cannot lose you, I-“ he cut himself off and left the kitchen before you could get a word in.

You hastily got up from your chair and followed him, trying not to hurt yourself as you went. "Lockwood!" you called after him, making him stop in the hall. Once you caught up to him you couldn’t read his face “I’m sorry y/n, you just need to heal. I can’t have my best agent getting more hurt on my watch.” He squeezed your hand and smiled before heading upstairs to his room.

After another week being housebound, you'd began to get restless. Although Lockwood was keeping his distance (you think he still feels guilty for your injuries), he almost scolded you for daring to put on your coat because you were out of milk. As an apology later that night he gave you one of his hoodies, in which the larger size made it easier for you to wear with your cast.

Shortly after the team left for another big case, you hear a ring at the door. You assumed it was George forgetting the chains again, but instead it was Quill Kipps.

"Hey," his voice was gentle as he studied you all bandaged up. "I, uh, I heard you were on house arrest, so I thought I'd stop by to check on you"

You smiled "I'm not your girlfriend anymore Kipps, you don't have to check on me." looking down, you notice the brown paper bag in his hand "I-, did you bring sandwiches?"

A big grin spreads across his face "Your favourite. I haven't had them since you left" You invite him in, knowing you didn't have much of a choice when Kipps made up his mind.

Over the next week, Kipps would stop by the house on his days off and have lunch with you. You hadn't told the team, you didn't know how they'd react, but it was nice to have the company every one in a while, the free food was good too.

One day Lucy and George went out to the store for food while you and Lockwood went over files for the current case you were all working on - Lockwood still wouldn't let you out in the field but it was nice to be included again. You hear ring of the doorbell and Lockwood goes up to answer it, the next thing you hear is his rapier unsheathing and raised voices.

You hobble your way out to the hall to see Lockwood pointing his rapier at Kipps, who was holding a bag of fresh sandwiches and... flowers?

"Anthony, put your bloody rapier down" you say, but he doesn't move. "Anthony, put it down" raising your voice this time.

"I'm curious to see what the weasel is doing here, trying to charm his way into stealing our cases now? Nice try Kipps but I don't like flowers" he smiles dryly.

"They're not for you, Tony, but I'll keep that in mind for Valentines" Kipps says sarcastically.

Lucy and George arrive back and they both give Kipps a strange look, before looking at you in the hallway. Kipps hands you the bag and flowers "I'll call you later" and he flashes Lockwood a look before leaving.

Once Kipps was gone, you brush past Lockwood to go sit in the Library. "Y/n!" he calls out after you, before following you into the room.

"What's going on y/n?" Lockwood says softly as he sits next to you, he sounded hurt. "If you needed anything while we were gone, you could've told me..."

"Anthony, I haven't left the house in weeks, I can't work, all I get are the four walls of this house." You look over at him "What I needed was company. I needed you. And Lucy and George"

He takes a hold of your free hand brushes your hair out of your face. "I'm sorry. I just-, you know how I get with you and Kipps, if he hurt you again..."

"Anthony look at me" you say as you squeeze his hand "I am never going back to him or Fittes ever again. This is my home now."

"Thank god," he chuckles softly "I remember the day you arrived here, looking for George. You were such a mess."

"Gee, thanks for making me feel better Lockwood" you laugh and push him away softly.

[nightmyst14-blog]

Regaining Treasures pt3

Let's go Part 3!! I personally think this one is the saddest so far. Might change.

Blame the song "Mama's boy" by Dominic Fike for this one.

Setting: Golden Cheese Kingdom throne’s room. She was extremely happy to have Mozzarella back, but was taking a few days to recover for the second child. She had agreed to wait a week for them to revive Smoked Cheese, but something was bothering the golden queen. Dark Cacao volunteered to talk to her.

Golden Cheese; *sitting on her throne, staring t a wooden bird in her hands.*

Dark Cacao: *walks over Birdie?

Golden Cheese: *sniffles*...Will he even forgive me? Will he even forgive himself?

Dark Cacao: Who?

Golden Cheese: My son.. My second born, Smoked Cheese Cookie. He was the most adamant about my ruling, calling me an arrogant ruler, since I didnt care about what was going on in the outside my kingdom’s walls.

Dark Cacao: …I was told he was your advisor, tried to take your Soul Jam as well.

Golden Cheese: *nods* He and I were a lot alike. He even had the most beautiful red wings, so he would fly with me as I tended to my duties. But.. Due to learning what happened to him, he wanted to take things into his own hands.

Dark Cacao: Do you remember the last time you talked to him?

Golden Cheese: *nods* He was upset that I had spared him.After everything he did, he expected me to kill him. 

Dark Cacao: *frowns, remembering his past with Choco* ..And?

Golden Cheese: I..I spared him. As much as I was upset by his insolence, he.. He was right. If it hadnt been for that, I wouldve kept doing what I was doing, making history repeat itself. I..I couldnt.. After all of that, h-he’s my son…

Dark Cacao: *cups her cheek* I..I understand. Losing mine was difficult, especially since I banished him.

Golden Cheese: *shocked* D-Dark Choco? My nephew?

Dark Cacao: *looks away* Yes. Long story short, He went to find an ancient artifact that ended up leading him down a dark road. SInce the last Ive seen of him, he’s left that path. Before he left, I apologized for my idiocy of how I raised him. I have no idea where he is, but if he doesn't want to speak with me again, I’ll let it be.

Golden Cheese: Cacao… *reaches for his hand*

Dark Cacao: *takes her hand, looks at her* You still have a chance to try with yours. Take that chance, okay?

Golden Cheese: *sniffles, nods* Okay.. *gets up* Let’s go start the ritual again.

*the two meet up with the others, getting the ritual set up before midday. Olive sets up a bowl the incense of the falcon sarcophagus, letting it burn since others did their part. The smoke drifted into the coffin, the object beginning to glow as Golden Cheese bent light into the cracks of the sarcophagus.*

*Once it was done, Dark Cacao opens the lid. *

* A young man sits up, groaning a bit. He had long red hair that made it to his feet, scars all down to his right arm under his ruined cape. He had messy red wind, dirty and unkempt from his time in the sarcophagus, some even falling off*

??: *looking around in a confused start, soon turning to fear. His ear tufts were puffed up, shaking as he was trying to stand up*

Golden Cheese: S-Smokey…? Smoked Cheese? *reaches out to him* 

Smoked Cheese: *gasps, swats her hand away* *ends up falls out of the sarcophagus, starts running knowing Pure Vanilla and Olive out of the way*

Pure Vanilla: *falls* Ah! Oh no!!

Olive: *adjusting her glasses* He’s definitely awake!

Golden Cheese: Smoked Cheese, wait!! *spreads her wings, flies after him*

Dark Cacao: Golde- *grunts, helps White Lily up* C’mon, they couldn't have gotten far!

Pure Vanilla: Poor thing, he must be frightened…

Dark Cacao: *shakes his head* No.. worse than that.

*Meanwhile, Smoked Cheese was running through the hallway, pushing past other workers and Cheesebirds. He was trying to use his wings, but they were too stiff and messed up for him to fly. Golden Cheese flew after him, yelling his name.*

Golden Cheese: *flapping her wings* Smoked Cheese, slow down! 

*Smoked Cheese doesn't hear her, not watching where he was going.. He ended up tripping down a flight of stars. With the adrenaline rush slowing down in his body, he became too weak to stand up. Everything was hurting, but It didn't stop him though, as he tried to crawl his way out to the doors. But was stopped by vines, wrapped around him*

White Lily: *using plant magic* Gotcha!!

Smoked Cheese: *struggling, panicked breaths* Gotta get out, gotta get out- *crying, makeup streaks down his face* No, no nonononon…

Pure Vanilla: *gasps* Lily, put him down!! He’s panicking!!

White Lily: *immediately retracts the vines and sets Smoked down on the floor, seeing him hug himself tight*

*Golden Cheese lands nearby, walking over slowly while Vanilla and Lily stay by the stairs*

Golden Cheese: *kneels down, worried* Smokey..? Baby bird, can you hear me?

Smoked Cheese: *sobbing, hugging his arms* I-I… I need to..

Golden Cheese: Ssh.. *gently wraps her wings around him, pulling him close.* Ssh.. breathe, Smokey..

*Dark Cacao and Olive with Mozzarella, the archaeologist pushing the princess in her wheelchair*

Mozzarella: *gasps* Smokey!!

Golden Cheese: I got him, dear… *looks down at him, cupping his face* Smokey..? Smoked Cheese, can you hear me? Come back to me, my baby bird…

Smoked Cheese: *panting, looks up* Y-Your majesty..?

Golden Cheese: *shakes her head* No. Mother is here, Smokey..

Smoked Cheese: I-I… *sniffles, shaking* I can’t be here.. I t-took the Soul Jam… I-I tried t-to k-k-kill you…

*Pure Vanilla and White Lily gasp, while Dark Cacao gives them a nod*

Golden Cheese: *sighs*…That is in the past, Smoked Cheese. You had a point to your words, I was selfish. And arrogant. And being a brat..

Smoked Cheese: Mother…

Golden Cheese: But I could NEVER be mad at you. I love you so much, my son.. 

Smoked Cheese: *hugs her tight, sobs*  M-Mother…!

Golden Cheese: *smiles, hugs back* Smokey… *rubs his back* I missed you so much..

Mozzarella: *asks Olive to move her closer, smiling at her family* Smokey!! You’re awake!

Smoked Cheese: *looks up* Mozzi…? Mozzarella!

 *He tries to stand up, but Golden Cheese helps him hoddle over to her. He sat down besides Mozzarella’s wheelchair, resting his head on her lap*

Mozzarella: *Smiles, runs a hand through his hair* Told you Mother’s plan would work..

Smoked Cheese: Forgive me… I-I was a fool…

Mozzarella: We all were. I’m just glad I can touch your hair again..

Smoked Cheese: *chuckles*

Golden Cheese: *smiles* C’mon, lets get a bed for you to rest in. *goes to help Smoked Cheese stand.*

Dark Cacao: *walks over to Cheese family, nods* Allow me. * easily picks up Smoked Cheese to carry him

Smoked Cheese: Ah! U-um…

Golden Cheese: Easy dear. They are a friend of mine.

Smoked Cheese: O-Okay…

*Soon Smoked Cheese was brought over to the medical wing where he would be treated. Mozzarella stayed with him for comfort, holding his hand through the process.*

Smoked Cheese: *wincing as his wing were cleaned* Ow,Ow!

Servant: *add disinfectant* I apologize, your highness. But I do need to add on this so your wings wont get infected.

Smoked Cheese: Ugh, it stinks.. Who made this stuff?

Mozzarella: *tinkering with her bracelet* Lady White Lily. Mother’s friend.

Smoked Cheese; Right, right… I almost forget Mother has friends outside of the kingdom. Its..its nice we get to meet them.

Mozzarella: And I heard they have kids like us! Maybe we get to meet them one day!

Smoked Cheese: *chuckles* Maybe.

Mozzarella: You think we should do something nice for Mother? After all, she is the one waking us up.

Smoked Cheese: *thinks, sits up* *looks at the servant* Excuse me, do you know where the general's quarters would be?

Servant: across from the Royal Quarters and near the cold springs, my liege.

Smoked Cheese: *looks at Mozzarella, smiles* We have work to do.

[whlfchn]

first time ~ hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

rating: 18+! warnings below cut!

genre: some fluff, smut, very soft!dom hyunjin

synopsis: in which a late night visit at the dance studio turns steamy

warnings: fingering, some nipple play, teasing, unprotected sex, some choking, some praising, hyunjin loud in bed

!my content is not suitable for minors! 18+ only! by reading more you consent to being 18+ and to nsfw content and take all responsibility!

tangled limbs strained against invisible binds as the music changed tempos. each move melting into each other fluidly with each beat. the room dimly lit from the lights on the ceiling casting a soft shadow of his long elegant form. 

the soft yet sensual movements of his body drawing you in. eyes fixated on each movement he made. losing himself to the music until it finally ends. 

all that could be heard was the soft panting and hands clapping. you were absolutely marveled at his skills. his lips casting the softest smile while finally turning his attention on you. soft looks shared from across the room. 

“like what you see?, hyunjin teased while making his way over to you.

“you know I always do,” you tease back as he sits next to you on the cold studio floor while grabbing his water bottle and chugging it. droplets of water going down his long neck. the soft movements of his adam's apple going up and down. his long veiny fingers wrapped around the cold wet bottle. long wet hair sticking to his forehead and neck. he finished his bottle and tossed it aside while licking his pink plump lips. then directing his attention to you and facing you.

 “you know… I can't concentrate while dancing when you look at me like how you are right now,” he teased, having caught your staring. everyone in the world would agree that your boyfriend was absolutely breathtaking. so getting all his attention and being asked to see his new dance to the song “taste” was exciting. to say you werent eye fucking him the whole time was an understatement. you weren't together that long and haven't taken things all the way. you were barely alone together. always with him and his members, constantly interrupted at his place by a bunch of the guys shirtless eating chicken breast and ranting about the gym. 

“well you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”you teased before cracking up at your boyfriend that's giving you a disgusted face and poking you in the nose before blushing and giggling at your comment. hyunjin loved to tease you and you normally wouldn't tease him back, but you were on a roll today. blaming your hormones and watching him dance like you've never seen before.

“was my dancing okay? I've been working very hard on it so I hope it wasn't too bad. the boys said I still had to practice and fix some things before our performance,” he whines and pouts while grabbing your hand in his. your hands molding perfectly into each other with his overpowering yours in size.

hyunjin would never admit he liked skinship, but in reality he craved it and needed it to survive. he needed constant physical touch from you to feel safe and assured. 

“my love… you did amazing. I'm not lying when I say you are the best dancer I have ever watched. each movement was smooth yet calculated. you are so talented. I wish you saw yourself how I see you… perfect,” you voiced while brushing his hair behind his ear and smiling as he leaned into your touch. you loved how long his hair had gotten and how he looked with a mullet.

whatever he does, and whatever he sees he always thinks to himself if you would like it. he thought of you both as one.

he got distracted by the thought of you while looking into your eyes. getting lost into them as you finished speaking. he brought his hand up to your cheek making you now lean into his touch. brushing his hand softly over your cheek before looking down at your lips while licking his own and looking back up to your eyes. you looked down at his lips and blushed, giving him the confirmation to kiss you.

lips pausing before the kiss. just barely touching and breathing each other's air. feeling dizzy from the attraction and need for him. 

“never seen you look at me like that before. I got to say… it's really turning me on,” he says before giving in and crashing his lips to yours. lips molding perfectly together. the hand on your cheek slowly going to your neck while the other goes to your waist. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. both of your breathing getting louder and louder as the kisses intensify. his hand on your throat slowly gets tighter while the one on your waist goes to your breasts and squeezes it catching you off guard which allows him to trace your bottom lip with his tongue causing you to slightly moan. tongues meeting and rolling over each other. your hands making their way to his long hair and tugging on it causing him to let out a loud groan. It was like music to your ears. you start grinding your hips on his lap. eliciting a sweet moan from the both of you. actions getting hotter and hotter until he couldn't take it anymore. lips parting while you both heavily breath.

“should we move this to the couch… the floor kind of hurts,” he giggles while panting. leave it to hyunjin to be goofy and dramatic at a time like this you said to yourself.

“mhmm,” you confirmed before attaching your lips to his neck.

“then hold on tight baby,” he whispers while putting both hands on your thighs, holding firmly. he gets up from the floor with your legs straddling his waist and arms holding onto his shoulder and neck with ease as if it was nothing. In a mere second he sat you both on the couch that was in the dance studio. the same position as before with you straddling his lap, except now on the black leather couch. one hand travels back into his hair while the other travels to his shoulder before ghosting over his neck. he gives you a slap on the ass which causes you to squeeze on his neck causing the loudest moan to escape his lips. your lips break away from the kiss as he looks at you with pure lust.

“you look so good with your hands wrapped around my neck baby,” he teases before picking you up and pinning you under him. his hand now gripping your neck while the other is on your waist getting closer and closer to your breasts. his hand squeezed over your breast causing him to groan into the kiss. 

you would always catch him staring at your breasts and whenever you would cuddle he would use them as a pillow which you eventually learned was intentional and not by coincidence. his hand went to the bottom of your tank top tugging at it asking for permission to take it off. you took your hand and put it on top of his guiding it to take off your shirt. lips parting as he hungrily takes your tank top off revealing you in a pretty white lace bra. his lips attach to your neck giving you sweet soft kisses then trailing down and stopping right before he reaches your bra.

“can I kiss and touch you here baby,” he asked, biting his lip in anticipation.

“yes baby, please,” you say right away, missing his touch and wanting him to take you completely.

“always so needy,” he groans before his hand slips under your back and in one swift movement unhooks your bra. It's off in an instant. his eyes locked on the beautiful sight. you were perfect to him. he wasn't the best with his words so he wanted to show you how much he cared for you.

once he was out of his trance his tongue found his way to your hardened peak flicking and swirling while his hand squeezes and flicks the other causing you painful but intoxicating sensations. he takes his time looking up at you and seeing what you like the best while moving onto the other hardened peak showing the same attention being more aware of what you liked.

you gripped his hair hard causing him to let go and giggle at you for a sec before attaching his lips to yours once again. your hands travel to his chest running up and down. one hand slowly goes towards his crotch lightly touching it while taking your hand away as if you hadn't done that causing him to groan and let go of your lips while sitting up and taking his shirt off before hungrily bringing his lips back to yours. your hands roam back to his crotch rubbing him up and down through his pants. hyunjin was not shy about making noise. he was moaning loudly into your kiss and making the sweetest noises, making you excited to hear him when he finally was inside you. hyunjin breaks your kiss and leans his forehead on yours, panting at how breathless he was.

“we don't have to do this… we can stop here… we are on a dusty sofa that isn't fit for a queen like you,” he said calmly until he laughed at the end when he said you were queen. hyunjin might have cringed at himself for saying that out loud, but he truly saw you as just that. when he dates someone, he truly has deep feelings for them. you were his everything. you giggled with him then grabbed his face with both hands and looked into his eyes and gave him a kiss on the nose which caused him to scrunch his face and look at you with a pout. 

“my love… we could be almost anywhere and i wouldn't care… as long as i'm with you that's all that matters,” you voiced. he smiled warmly and kept eye contact. you knew he wasn't the best with his words, but you both had a way of understanding each other without words. he leaned back in and devoured your lips in a kiss. Your hands going straight for his waistband of his sweatpants and tugging. he took the sign and gave you one last peck before getting off of you and standing up.

his long fingers slowly made his way from his chest to his waistband when he finally stripped himself of his pants and boxers causing his hard long length to bounce up and slap his stomach. In the dim room you could see the pre cum on his tip glistening. you licked your lips causing him to smirk before reaching you again.

“I know you're on birth control, but do you want me to use a condom?” he grunts when you wrap your hands around his hard length spreading the pre cum with your fingers down his length before letting go causing him to whine and pout at you like the drama queen he is.

“no baby,”you seductively moan when his hands reach your waistband and take them off in an instant. still standing next to you he plays with you and runs his long fingers over your panties to feel how wet you are. you whine and want more.

“you're cute when you're whining for more… tonight I'll pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams,” he mutters before taking your panties off and climbing back on the couch above you. he latches his lips back on you while running his fingers over your wet folds. teasing you sliding up and down barely entering his fingers until you whine some more. he finally shoves two fingers inside you causing you to moan into his mouth. his fingers curving and hitting that spot that felt so good pumping in and out of you. adding a third finger stretching you some more and getting you ready for him. the closer you got to release the louder you got. he started pumping his fingers in and out of you erratically while you moved your hips with the rhythm losing composure. your kisses get sloppy with your nerves on fire, your hips jerk and you release on his fingers. he kisses you gently before letting go and putting his fingers in his mouth slowly savoring your taste. 

“I need you jinnie,” you whine, needing him to fill you up. he chuckles and smirks looking down at you.

“are you sure you want this,” he says, features softening while looking into your eyes for any discomfort. 

“yes jinnie, I do… I want you,” you reply with a smile. he gives you a peck on the forehead before lining himself up to your wet core. looking at you one last time before slowly pushing his long hard length into you. 

sweet moans leave both of your mouths as you adjust to his size. once adjusted he slowly rolls his hips, filling you up and massaging your inner walls. thrusting harder and harder feeling your juices spilling out knowing he's hitting the right spots for you.

“you look even more beautiful with my length in you,”he rasped in your ear. the breath tickling your ear and starting to make you dizzy from arousal.

moans leaving your mouth with each thrust. music to his ears causing him to grunt deeply knowing he's hitting all those spots for you and driving you over the edge.

raising his body up and lifting one of your legs putting them on his shoulder. hitting all new spots you didn't think were possible. eyes never leaving his as his slim muscular build contracts with each hard thrust and contorts with each pump. a long veiny hand coming to your wet nub and rubbing it vigorously. 

“god you're so beautiful,” he rasps. 

head dizzy, all that was on your mind was one another. feeling as one and feeling intoxicated with the other. wanting to feel good, but make the other feel just as good.

“f-fuck,” you whimper feeling yours walls flutter around his hard throbbing length. eyes rolling back as you clench on him and you release.

hips thrusting into you even harder and sloppier, overstimulating your wet core as he jerks and floods you with his cum. letting out a loud sweet moan from those pretty pink lips.

collapsing on top of you. refusing to let you go and wanting to stay buried in you. he felt safe. finally looking up and you he stares into your eyes and looks at your lips giving you the sweetest peck. he takes one hand and intertwines it with yours.

“you make me so happy….. I feel like you and I are one…. I love you… and I want to be loved by you… you're my angel,” he whispers looking into your eyes, hopeful that you feel the same.

“I love you too jinnie… and I always will,” you whisper back before smiling and giggling like idiots savoring this moment.

disclaimer: my writing is intended for entertainment and does not represent any real person! the names are used for purely fictional purposes!

please reblog and leave a like! feedback is greatly appreciated and it motivates me to write more! I read it all and am so thankful for each of you!

~ masterlist ~

[lucdoodle]

1, 2, 4, 7, 12, 23 foe Adam!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character? Oh man! Where to begin!! I like his personality, design, concept, and the implications of what his story was/is off-screen and how it plays with the relationship he has with other characters that know him for a long time (read here: Lucifer, Lilith, Eve, Lute, Sera, and older angel in general.) As well as the implications of how his life in Heaven is like and how other angels sees him. All the implications who derives from the mere concept of his character are- !!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! a lot of fun to think about!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? 1- His relationship with Lute! 2- How he's genuinely an asshole lol (im very much not in the "adam did nothing wrong" group.) This dude is an apathetic asshole and an incredibly interesting character!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in? Oh boi, a series of shorts like the "Helluva shorts", except that they'd be about Adam's life in Heaven pre-canon!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like? Exploring the implications!!! Taking the crumbs of informations we know about him and making whole cakes with it!! Also im a big fan of any fanfics that explores (even if briefly!) the relationship between Adam and Sera (in a platonic way, i mean.) I particularly love both the interpretations of 1- Sera thinking about the lost potential, and how Adam evolved and changed, did he changed or was he always like that? Was it the apple and thus Lucifer's fault? Or was he always like that? Since we know Sera was in heaven before Adam died, do you think she's the one that taught him how to fly? Do you think she's the one that taught him how to live in Heaven? Do you think she's the one that was put in charge of taking care of the first human soul? And what does Sera means to Adam? (stuff like that!) And interpretation 2- Sera thinking smt like "Oh not this guy again..." as Adam kicks the doors opens with a loud "WASSUP BITCHES, Adam the man himself is here!! NOW we can start the meeting or whatever" like a "that one coworker you hate" relationship XD Both are good XD auihznkjiuhgernikjulko

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? OHOHOH!!! Lemme pull out my list! * a comically long - seemingly endless scroll proceed to fall on the ground and gets all over the place * (Erm, but huh, more seriously i actually have a list of my headcanons for Adam so, uh, ANYWAY, here!) XD 1- his favorite food (that is not meat) is apple pie! (and he hates that it's apple pie of all things, so he doesn't eat it often at all) 2- he considers Lute "one of the boys" 3- Adam and Lute have movie nights 4- when he's in a really weird mood/feeling weird he eats apples 5- adam and lucifer were friends back in Eden 6- he's very unconfortable showing skin (which is why he wears a mask and clothes that don't show any skin) 7- his mask was originally a gift from Sera as she notived Adam didn't like being the only human in heaven in the early days where there was nothing else but angels up there 8- lucifer taught adam swear words, and told him to blame michael if Sera asked who taught him. Lucifer did it because he wanted to see the look on sera's face as he thought it'd be a funny prank 9- adam feels most comfortable sleeping on sand and dust and such since he was created from The Dust 10- emily genuinely thinks adam's mask is his face, this is a extremely popular misconception among angels 11- extremely few persons have seen adam without his mask 12- it took adam A LOT of time before he managed to eat another apple after what happened in Eden 13- he has an extremely good memory, but he only use it for things he likes or that involve him directly 14- he hates being alone 15- he adored being with and hanging out with Lucifer back in Eden, they were good friends and Lucifer taught Adam about a lot of things 16- lucifer taught adam what music was 17- adam is a very "monkey see monkey do" kind of person 18- when confused he makes a head tilt like animals do when they're confused, and he picked the way he hold his wings from watching birds 19- sera is the one that was put in charge of kicking adam and eve out of eden 20- sera will never forget the cries and begs from them and it still haunts her, meanwhile adam completely forgot that it was Sera that kicked him out of Eden

23. Favorite picture of this character? This one! simply because it shows how utterly TOL Adam is XD

But also this whole bit! For a character so self-centred, it was so cool to see him taking a support role!

[pinkxlicious]

Loveless P.1

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline

Warnings: Angst, cursing, toxic relationship

Words: 1959

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It's been three years since you've divorced your husband. Four years since the wedding. Eight years since you first met him. You met Tom during your years at Hogwarts. The two of you were polar opposites, maybe that's why the two of you didn't work out. You were a bright and mostly optimistic Hufflepuff while Tom was a cruel pessimistic Slytherin. But you taught him how to love, sort of. He was incapable to love, but you taught him how to care and that was enough for you. Until his "care" for you turned into obsession, he didn't love you, he was only possessive of you. But you were young and didn't know it then, you're still young now but you've gone through more than anyone could've imagined.

The start of it all was during a potions class when Tom was required to tutor you. You struggled greatly in potions and you were at the edge of failing. Although Tom was reluctant, cold, and monotone with you, overtime you grew on him. The two of you were great friends, you were the only one in the world who had ever seen Tom smile and laugh. Then one night under the stars, after a year of friendship, after a year of slowly breaking through his walls, you kissed him under the moonlight. Of course you felt fireworks and butterflies, but Tom felt nothing but a pair of lips on his. He didn't pull away though, he liked it physically, but not emotionally. The only emotions that submerged from him after that night was possession and obsession. He wanted you to himself but he didn't love you, he never loved you. He was obsessed with your heart but he didn't love it. There was simply no cure for his cruelness, it was something he was born with. He couldn't feel compassion, empathy, anything at all. But you were delusional, you thought you had changed him. You changed him slightly, he became slightly more empathetic and he became better at expressing his feelings. He could pretend he cared, he was so good at mimicking emotions, just to please you.

So after your years at Hogwarts, despite your friends warnings about him, you married him. You married him at the ripe age of 18. You were truly the definition of young and dumb, but who could blame you? He was beautiful, he had a sharp chiseled jawline paired with a dark set of siren eyes. His hair was silky and his Adam's apple bobbed whenever he swallowed. a detail you noticed the first day you met him. But his voice was what you fell for. The sound of hell sounded so similar to wedding bells and the gates of heaven. His voice drew you in, as he spat straight lies about how he loved you so much. At night he would whisper how you made him feel, how much he adored you and the love you gave him. Maybe he really did try to love you, but what he felt was nothing but obsession and the need to keep you forever. But obsession wears off after a while, and that's what happened.

During the year of marriage, you had morphed into someone completely different. It was like you were lost within your body. The only thing on your mind was pleasing your husband, trying to get him to love you, when he never did. You ran around the house for hours on end, cleaning everything you could until the place was spotless. But when Tom came home he just hung his hat on the coat hanger and place alovelesskiss on your forehead and remain mute for the rest of the night. You would tell him about your day, how you took a walk in the garden, and how you went to the bakers and bought him a cake for his promotion party at the ministry. But he barely blinked at your stories. Now that he had you completely wrapped around his finger, he felt bored. You were no longer 15 and giggling at other boys, you were his and only his. He didn't have to chase you anymore, and he didn't have to mimic his love for you anymore. Because no matter what, you would always stick to him like glue and feed off of his validation.

You had completely withered away, you lost all your friends since Tom basically kept them away from you. Your kind and bubbly personality had disappeared into an almost robotic like state. You stopped going on walks in the garden, you had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. It had gotten to the point where people around the small town would ask Tom if you were even alive. You would stay curled up on the sofa thinking about way you could be a better wife, and wonder why Tom no longer loves and pays attention to you anymore. It took exactly one year for the angry, unloved teenager you to emerge to snap you out of your state. Because your 15 year old self would never let this slide. But you were so smitten at the time that even she was long gone and hidden away under a flood of young love and lust. But she was slowly emerging and coming to her senses. It was December 31st, Tom had come home at 11:00pm, five hours later than when he usually came home. And something snapped inside of you.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly but firmly.

"I was at the bar with Abraxas Malfoy," Tom said monotonously, his dark eyes followed until they landed on you. Still beautiful as ever, even when you had completely lost yourself.

"No you weren't. I know you weren't with him because his shop is open until 12:00am for New years. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." You felt a spark ignite in you, you didn't feel sadness. You felt anger, you knew that you were a trophy wife, you had done everything you could. It was his fault. All the pieces were coming together. "Who were you with? Were you with Ms Lestrange? Your secretary? Or maybe the gardener? Do not test me, Tom. You do not want to know what I'm about to fucking do to you."

"You wouldn't do anything to me, love, you know you love me too much," Tom smirked slightly and came up to you to kiss your forehead, but you swatted him away.

"You know you haven't kissed me in five months, right?" You felt your eyes burn and water, your voice had a slight vibrato. "Five. Months. I thought it was probably because you were always so busy at work and you just forgot. But you are never at work, Abraxas told me that you've been skipping shifts the other day. Care to explain that?"

"Darling what are you implying..." Tom asked carefully, putting on his act of care and cautiousness, but this time you saw right through his facade. You were no longer going to put up with his shit.

"I thought you loved me but you have been acting this entire time. Because you enjoy the feeling of someone wrapped around your finger. All you want is control. YOU CANNOT LOVE. I wish I could've seen that sooner. I gave up everything for you! Did you know I gave up a FUCKING scholarship to America to live with you?!" You said loudly, not yet yelling but loud to get your point across. You had always been a soft spoken person, so this shocked Tom slightly. He was taken aback.

"Now dear, calm down. I'm sorry I lied, I was with a friend we were coming up with new plans for the ministry," Tom reasoned, but you were two steps ahead of him.

"Shut up, actually shut the fuck up. You are NOT going to lie in my fucking face like that. I know where you were. You were with Lestrange, weren't you. I always suspected something but I loved you too much so I pushed it under the rug. But Abraxas told me he saw the two of you together, going to the motel. Don't play with me, I will rock your shit," You warned quietly, keeping eye contact.

"Fine, you caught me," Tom said, all empathy dropping from his voice. His nostrils flared slightly in rage. " But you know why? You are such a people pleaser, how can you expect me to NOT get bored. You are so easy, I got bored. At least Lestrange knew how to keep things interesting."

You were flabbergasted by his words, his words cut through your heart clean. You swallowed the thump in your throat and looked him dead in the eye.

"I was loving you, I loved you so much. I spent all my time on you, I spent everything on you so you could be happy. I wanted to be happy with you, that's why I'm always trying to make things right. But you have done absolutely NOTHING for our relationship. And I wish I've realized sooner, but I never fixed you. You will always be cruel, you have always been cruel. No one can fix you because you are unfixable."

"You are absolutely delusional!" Tom laughed, hard. "OF COURSE I never loved you, I told you that I couldn't love. I TOLD YOU but you thought you could fix me. So I let you, I got a lot in return, not sure about you though."

You pushed him back and ran to the bedroom with tears whelming your eyes. How could you let this happen to yourself? You wished you weren't so stupid and fell for his tricks. You should've known better, you were a tough person, but somehow he had cracked you. You grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed your clothes into them. What made you break was the fact that Tom didn't even call for you. He watched you from the hallway, packing your bags. He knew deep down that he would miss your presence, but he couldn't love. So he didn't care.

You walked out of the room and came close to Tom who hadn't even blinked.

"We're getting a divorce. I'll be staying else where but you'll be expecting papers within the week. I hope you enjoy your life screwing poor women." You seethed, and the stomped on his foot with your heel.

Tom grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you in close, you almost fell. "Don't think you can get away with that." He breathed, though it was lowkey hot you slapped him hard.

"Don't fucking touch me. I'll be back to fuck up your life. I hate you," You said angrily as your tears involuntarily began to fall down your face. Tom wiped your tears almost lovingly.

"Oh darling you cant hate me. You've fallen too deep, I'm sure you'll be back some day,"

"Oh you wish, I'd rather die. For all know you're going to be running back for me because all the other women will leave you. They will all realize you're just a sick fraud with no feelings," Your heart broke a little more as the feeling sank in. You were really leaving him, you were scared but it had to be done. "I have a feeling you're going to do something fucking evil to me Tom, but don't you dare try it because I will win this time."

"If you think you can win over me? We both know that I have you wrapped around my finger and you will always come running back to me. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows, so I don't expect you to be gone for more than an hour."

"You're full of shit, I'm never coming back."

[rius-cave]

About the meeting over time, isn't there a story in the Bible where Jesus gets tempted by the devil and they like. Travel together? I'm a little fuzzy on details because uuuuh I'm not religious and haven't been raised so, but it would be really funny for Adam to show up during that and just. Bicker over the fact that "You haven't changed, haven't you, Luce? You can't help but want to ruin everything He has created, can't you?" And just yelling at each other because Adam is still not over it, and Lucifer doesn't necessarily believe that giving humans the knowledge to understand their free will was a bad idea.

And Jesus is in the background, picking flowers and singing with birds. Dude is vibing while the two entities are having a dick measuring contest.

I can't think of any other times? Maybe when Metal started surfacing as a music movement.

I can definitely see this Lucifer having the same attitude towards humanity as the Neil Gaiman's Netflix series Lucifer. Not really hating humans but maybe a little bit. Annoyed by the fact they blame him for their shitty choices. He's as hands on as God is when it comes to tempting humans himself, and the fact they blame all the shit THEY caused on him makes him boil. They can ruin their own life pretty well without his help.

So I can't think of MANY reasons why Lucifer would visit Earth. Less for evil, more for leisure maybe? Like with Music?

Went to a circus once and he hasn't been the same since.

-🐇

They don't travel together, Jesus is doing his own thing and after 40 days of not eating, the devil tries to tempt him, but he's shut down fairly quickly.

Just like in Good Omens, he also bickers with God about Job, and there's a few other instances here and there where he's seen having power and influence over Earth, maybe not by straight up TALKING like in the temptation story, but he's name dropped here and there. One would need to decide whether that's Satan or Lucifer in Hazbin's case though.

With Neil Gaiman's Lucifer, I'm guessing you mean Crowley...? GO doesn't have a Lucifer really AS FAR AS I KNOW. Crowley actually takes the place of The Devil for a lot of the biblical instances in which he appears, so I guess that still works!

But omg the idea of Lucifer changing his whole aesthetic when circus were invented..... that's really funny. Hmm, or did Lucifer actually plant the idea in a human's head and THAT is how circus came to Earth...? So many possibilities lmao

[soisaidfine]

Cain, Bruce Springsteen and Ethel Cain: "We’re all daughters of Cain. A cautionary tale of what would happen if you gave in instead of trying to break the cycle of everything"

Reddit Ethel Cain

Bruce Springsteen: 'In the darkness of your room, your mother calls you by your true name, You remember the faces, the places, the names, You know it’s never over it’s relentless as the rain, Adam raised a Cain’

Ethel Cain: “Conversations with my mother inspired a lot of this record. When I first started writing this, it was a big “fuck you” to my mom: “I’m the victim. You ruined my life. I’m so traumatized and this is all your fault.” And then through conversations, you learn to forgive. While things were done that never should’ve been done… she had her reasons. You can never fully demonize another human being. There’s maybe not an excuse, but there’s an explanation. I’ve shared this record with my mother over the course of writing it and told her exactly how I’m feeling and what my goals are. I’ve gotten closer with her, which has influenced the record, and the record has influenced me to get closer to her. It’s been very therapeutic. I’ve seen people talk about the record like, “Damn, did you even try to be happy? This level of depression and misery and pessimism is dangerous and you should never give into it.” But the record is so depressing and dark because it’s been my scapegoat. It’s given me the opportunity in my personal life to let go and be happy. I’m in a much more positive place in my life now because I was able to kind of exorcize these feelings into this record. I’d rather the music be dark and awful than my heart be that way forever.”

Dave Marsh, Bruce Springsteen, ‘Adam Raised a Cain’: “It was precisely this feeling that he did not run his own life that had spurred Springsteen toward rock and roll. Darkness on the Edge of Town is the fruit of Springsteen’s growing awareness of these facts. And in a way, its most remarkable accomplishment is its spirit of compassion and reconciliation for everyone and everything that had ever been falsely blamed. The apex of that spirit is ’Adam Raised a Cain,’ in which Springsteen sees himself not only as a product of a specific social situation, but literally as his father’s heir. … this is the story of all sons, all fathers. And by telling it in terms of murder - the first murder, a fratricide - Springsteen makes all generations brothers, understanding once and for all that if there is an enemy, its face is not necessarily human. The fractured chords that lead into the song render the guitar a torture device and establish the motivation of the entire album - determination to break out of the vicious circle of pain and futility that robs people of the best parts of their lives.”

Bruce Springsteen and Ethel Cain: “We’re all daughters of Cain”

Ethel Cain: “Ethel Cain… But I definitely would say she’s less of an alter ego and more of what would happen if I was a terrible person. I always say that she’s a cautionary tale of what would happen if you gave in instead of trying to break the cycle of everything. She’s very scary and menacing and angry and resentful and very powerful, but very hardened.”

how do i break the cycle, mothercain?

mothercain: "prepare yourself for the absolutely insufferable lack of satisfaction found in forgiveness"

Ethel Cain: “You can’t change your past, nor anyone else’s, and the only real strength you have in this lifetime is your forgiveness.”

Adam Raised a Cain (Bruce Springsteen Live at The Paramount Theatre 2009)

[sofasoap]

Zero Distance

Pairing : John Price x F!reader (aka OC Mini MacTavish) Summary: he is never going to let you go. Epilogue  to Five Times series. Straight after One Chance

Warning: Mature themes. Smut time. Alcohol use. if you don’t like the idea of age gap story, turn around NOW. My first ever smut. Please don't judge. I tried. it burnt my brain cells off.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish”  !

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

“Stay for the night?”

Looking up, through your hooded eyes. Asking him with a hint of need in your voice. Licking your lip, tilting your head as you blinked a few times, waiting for his answer.  You can see Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, trying to restrain himself. 

“You are making this very difficult love.”

“You don’t want me?” you asked with a cheeky smile. He growled and pulled you in, pressing tight against his body. You can feel his hardness even through the thick layer of his pants.

“Oh trust me.I have been waiting for years, “ leaning in and nuzzling your cheek gently with his beard, whispering into your ears, sending shivers down your back, “you have no idea how hard it is for me not to take you right here and now. But.” pulling back slightly,  he looked into your eyes, the lust is still there, but the gentleness as he cups your face and cheek with his big callous hand, swiping your lip with his thumb, “You are still recovering from your injury. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You mentally rolled your eyes. This man really has the will of steel. Change of tactic. 

“Help me to undress then?” tugging him towards your bedroom.

“How did you manage by yourself before?”

“With a lot of difficulties, pain and determination.” You were telling the truth. It is extremely hard for you to get dressed and clean yourself since you got discharged from hospital after your injury. You declined any help from your family or friend, the stubbornness in you refuses to bother and be a hassle to them. You shrug off your coat, using your good arm, hanging it onto the little rack behind your bedroom door. You proceed to slide the sling off, wincing a bit as you drop the arm to the side.

Feel Price coming up behind you, you pointed to the zip behind your dress, silently asking him to unzip it.

Slowly he slides the dress off you, carefully as you slide your arm through the sleeves of the dress. You shiver a bit as his hand moves down the side of your arm, intentionally, before moving back to unhook your bras. 

With your skin exposed, he can see the extent of your injuries. Bruises covering your arm, along with scars. His hand hovers over the bandage, brows furrowed. “How did this happen?”

“Blame König, he was knocked out and I had to run in and drag him out. Got shot in the process. Luckily Horangi was there to cover us.’ You convey the story as if it was a walk in the park. Price shook his head. He needs to have a good talk with you about your choice of job later on.

You sit down on your bed and proceed to finish undressing, pulling your hosiery and underwear off, you look at him, crooking an eyebrow as you see him starting to undress himself. “You can’t shower yourself like that. I’ll help you.” Your heart starts to race as you see his bare chest. He is well built, firm defined muscles, your eye shifts towards his abs, noticing a little trail of hair around his navel area. You bit inside your cheek trying to resist a moan. You can already feel your core heating up. As he pulls his pants off, you let out a gasp as you see his very well endowed manhood. You feel like a teenage girl, seeing a naked man for the first time.Covering your face with embarrassment you heard him chuckled.

“Never seen a naked man before?” “ No. yes, YES OF COURSE I HAVE.”  Never one that is so big. He gently pulls you up from bed, carefully not shifting your right arm too much. You lean closer to him as he leads you into the bathroom, enjoying the closeness and the warmth radiating off him. Making sure the water is hot enough, he guides you into the shower. You let out a sigh and body starts to relax as the warm water hits your body, 

“Are the bandages going to be Ok?” “I have spares. I can just change them to a fresh one after.” 

Putting the shower head back onto the hook, he proceeds to lather you up with soap. Slowly and deliberately making circular motions as he clean around your breast, 

“Stop teasing me.” you pouted. 

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

“Says the person that he is going to wait…!!! “ your breath hitches as he moves down towards your slit. Sliding his fingers back and forth as he leans forward and captures your mouth, silencing your moan. Parting your lips, he sees it as an invitation to slide his tongue into yours, deepening the kiss. 

His fingers never stopped pleasuring you in the process, you moved your hand towards his now very hardened manhood, teasing the tip of it with your thumb as you tried to grip around it. You heard a moan and growl as you started pumping your hand slowly. 

“ You little minx.” You smiled into his mouth as he whispered with a rasp. “Just to pay back.” he inserted more fingers into you, speeding up as he started rubbing your clit. You throw your head back as he leans forward, nipping your neck. You can feel your climax coming as he encourages you with his sweet words, 

“That’s it, love. Just let it go, be a good girl and come for me.” you shut your eyes and let out a whimper, feeling your wall clamping around his fingers. Your head spins as your orgasm hits. Gosh, it never felt so good before with your own fingers. His hand slows down as you ride out the rest of orgasm. Your leg feels like they have lost their strength, and the only thing that is holding you up is his other hand, gripping onto the back of your neck. Remembering you are still holding onto his hardened cock, you part your legs slightly and guide it between it, rocking your hip back and forth, trying to ignore the overstimulated sensation from your clit from the high you just came down seconds ago. Price tightens his grip onto you, you can feel his whole body tensing up.  He can hear his breathing quickens. With your good arm you grab onto his bicep for support as he moves his other arm to your grasp onto your butt, speeding up his pace. Moments later you can hear his suppressed groan as you feel his hot cum coating your thigh and slit. 

Leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed. The only sound in the bathroom was the water splashing and both of you panting, trying to catch up with breath.

Giving you a few gentle kisses, Price turns the water off before stepping out of the shower, grabbing the towel off the rack. Gently patting you dry and wrapping the towel around your body, he sat you down on top of the toilet. “Where are your fresh bandages?” Pointing to the med kit on the bathroom shelf, he kneels beside you and proceeds to change the now wet and soggy bandages around your arm. “There’s some fresh towel on the bottom of that shelf too, you better wrap yourself up before you get too cold.” “Sick of me swinging this thing in front of you already?”

“Stop it.” lightly smack him on the shoulder, face heating up. 

  You never know he can be so gentle under his gruff and stiff exterior. He insists on drying your hair before gently brushing it, like it's the most delicate thing in the world. 

“I’m not pulling too hard I hope?” Shaking your head lightly, “ you are doing way better than Johnny. The amount of times I asked him to help me with my hair when I was young...I am surprised I still got any scalp and hair left.” 

He chuckled. He can just imagine you as a little girl, sitting on a stool, complaining non stop while Soap has no idea where he is going wrong.

“Come on, let’s get you in bed.” 

“.. you not staying?” the panic surfacing and twists in your stomach as you notice him starting to put his clothes back on.

Price felt a pang of sadness as he saw the fear in your eyes. 

“I’ll come back in a few minutes sweetheart. Don’t think you or your landlord will appreciate me smoking inside the house.” Giving you a little ruffle on the head and a kiss, making sure you have enough cushion and pillow to prop up your injured arm, he headed out to the balcony by the living room.

Lighting up his cigar, as he takes his time to think back to all the things that happened this evening, the accidental meet up ( although he is sure Ghost and Gaz have something to do with it ), the confession and reconciliation, and finally to get the first taste of you. He’s not going to let you go ever again. He made that mistake years ago, the regret and the pain both of you have suffered through. He would have thought you would have moved on by now. Find someone that is younger than him, someone that will always be by your side, will be there for you when needed, someone who doesn’t disappear on you. Someone who isn’t in the military and might be dead the next moment. Someone who deserves you more than he does. 

He felt slight relief and selfishness when he overheard the occasional conversation from the boys about how you are still single, or the flare of jealousy when Soap mumbles about the dates you've been going on and those men are never good enough for you. “But I don’t want anyone else. I want you John…” 

Those words gave him so much relief and comfort, his world became a whole again after hearing it, his heart sours knowing he still has a chance. 

After finishing his cigar,making sure everything is locked, he quietly slips back into your room. You have already fallen asleep, with your face scrunched up. Taking his shirt off before sliding into bed with you, carefully not to jostle you awake. You subconsciously wiggle yourself closer to him. “..John?” “Go back to sleep love. Sorry.” You mumbled something before fluttering your eyes close again, but this time you have a smile on your face. My beautiful smile. 

He swears he is not going to turn that smile into a frown ever again.

“So, You are fucking my sister.” You cover your face up, burning like a furnace, with embarrassment.  You should have known your brother wouldn’t go light with Price, especially after what happened in the last few years. “JOHNNY! YOU BLOODY BAMPOT SHUT IT!” you hissed, “ Don’t let Ma and Da hear it!” “Well, that’s what he is here for anyway isn’t it? To let Ma and Da know what he is doing to you.” “Or maybe I was aiming for all the whisky in the cellar.” You gave your fiancé a death glare. DON’T.  You warned. 

How you wish you can just push your brother off the cliff in Orkney, to shut him up for ever. But you suspect your parents and your sister in law wouldn’t appreciate that. “Well, he isn’t wrong.” Ghost suddenly piped up from behind the couch, where he and Gaz are currently playing with Soap’s kids. It is actually quite a hilarious sight, two men who are nearly as tall as the tall frame, one built like a massive fridge, are sitting on the floor, playing with cars and little construction bricks with toddlers. 

That shit stirrer. You cursed. If it wasn’t for the fact there are children present, you would have given all the boys a good lecture in a very colourful choice of words on how to behave like an adult. Well, apart from Gaz, he has been smart enough to keep his mouth shut. 

“I knew I should have listened to König … should have just eloped.” 

You ended up keeping your job at Kortac, to Price’s and the TF141 boy’s dismay. “I would love to join you boys if I could. But I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be in the same workplace.” You try to placid them, with promises of trying to stay off the frontline. You have seen Price having very stern words with König and Horangi once when SpecGru and Kortac had a joint operation once. And strangely after that you have noticed the two rival companies and also SAS having more joint operations than ever. “...more people the better, to get the mission done.” Price said to you when you question the frequency of joint missions. You suspect him and Laswell had something to do with this. An excuse for him to see you more, to protect you. 

He quietly proposed to you one night, after a particular hard mission. You had to patch all the boys up, berating them for their recklessness. It was only you and Price left in the medical tent. Most of the boys had gone to bed, you and Price were the only two left, he insisted to be the last one to be looked at, only after all the other members had been looked after.  Before all the men left the tent, they gave Price a very encouraging look, patted on his shoulder before filing out the tent. “I seriously can’t believe the risk your team has taken.” you haven’t noticed your hand had started shaking as you patch him up. “I.. I could have lost all of you in one go.” tears started to roll down your cheek.

Price calls out your name softly. “Look at me.” you lower your hand and head, refuse to look. Grasping your face gently with both hands, forcing your face up. The sadness in his eyes. “I am sorry to make you worry love. This is why I am here, as the captain, to try and guide them out of danger, we had no other choice. We had to take that risk, otherwise…” lower his head, resting it against yours. He doesn’t want to think about what would have happened. He has already tried to push the image of you, distraught, hearing the news of them not returning forever, out of his head. 

Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out his dog tag, pressing it into your hand. You look up at him with confusion.  “I have a spare one. Don't worry.” Shaking his head, as you try to pass it back into his hand. “ Besides,” he cleared his throat a bit, voice slightly wavering.

“So a piece of me is always with you when I am gone.”

“... Are you trying to propose to me?” Slight blush on his cheek says it all. Both of you ended up having one of each other’s dog tags. 

“How romantic!!” Both your sister in law and Ma sighed as you recall the proposal story to them. The men are sitting around the couch, in front of the fireplace, enjoying the drinks. Bit of adult time after the kids went to bed. “Well, I am happy you are getting married, and more people are joining the family. The boys are welcome here anytime.” You are happy after years of turmoil, all the broken pieces have finally come back together, you just hope it will stay this way. “Well, the one Mini stole from the cellar has a bit more depth than this one.” “I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T STEAL IT FROM THE CELLAR! I BORROWED IT!!” “I knew she always steals stuff from there…”

Well, maybe it will stay that way if the boys survive your wrath…… 

thanks @floral-force and @kaplerrr for giving me encouragement to finish writing the smutty part * cry * I did it!!!! @tapioca-marzipan this is for you too. :)

[commenter2]

Lilith vs. Imposter Lilith theory explained + personal thoughts/ideas

For a while now I have been talking a lot about a Hazbin Hotel theory going over the idea that someone is pretending to be Lilith in order to achieve a grand plan. This literature will go over everything I personally think about the theory from what is going on, ideas that such a theory could lead to if it becomes true/true to any degree, and why it would be good for the story of Hazbin Hotel. This will contain spoilers from all over season 1 of Hazbin Hotel so heads up if you haven’t seen it yet. Also long post warning.

The theory started when people pointed out that the image of Lilith on the Lilith Hazbin Hotel trading card looked a lot like the silhouette of Eve from Charlie’s story from the episode “Overture”. Then later in episodes like “Dad Beat Dad” Lilith’s face were hidden in Charlie’s flashback when at this point we already knew what she looked like, adding more to the idea of someone pretending to be her. There also could be another example of this in “The Show Must Go On” but more on that later.

The 2 popular suspects that people have for the Imposter are Eve, Adam’s first wife, and Roo, and old character of Vivzie’s that is confirmed to be appearing much later in the series.  For Eve its believed that she is doing this because she wants revenge for all the people that she blames have caused her nothing from misery throughout her entire existence from Lucifer giving her the apple, Adam for being himself, and Heaven for blaming her for releasing evil. Roo is a character believed to be the embodiment of evil (Roo standing for Root of all evil) and/or a kind of cosmic/natural being who wishes to destroy all of existence as it’s the ultimate evil, and thus a way to fulfill her purpose in existence. Whoever it turns out to be, they realized that at one point disguising themselves as Lilith could aid in their plans, likely one way was that this allowed them to obtain knowledge on Hell, Earth, and maybe Heaven if Lucifer and Lilith ever had peace negotiations with Heaven.

Eventually Lilith realized someone was pretending to be her, and the numbers of times such a thing has happen increased over the centuries (maybe even millennia) so Lilith has set out on a mission to stop the imposter from using her name, eventually realizing that if she doesn’t stop the Imposter it could doom everyone, especially her loved ones.

I have an idea for a twist where it could be revealed that Lilith actually invited said Imposter in on a plan of hers to rise against Heaven but after she realized the Imposter had even more deadly plans, Lilith realized she had to stop her.

During her quest Lilith made the ultimate sacrifice and sadly ended her happy marriage and family by divorcing Lucifer as to her this was the best way to protect him, Hell, and more importantly Charlie. I’d also be okay with the idea that Lucifer eventually realized what Lilith was doing, even hoping that one day they could get back together (this could be another reason why he still has his wedding ring) but is still depressed that he can’t be with his wife or aid her, as this would cause the Imposter to realize that Lilith and Lucifer are on to it. The worse thing of all though to Lucifer, is that he has to keep lying to Charlie about what is going on, a “great” way to cause drama between him and Charlie if the writers want to.

Now recently someone brought up the idea that Lucifer knew that Lilith is in Heaven, probably being one of those contacts he said he had up there, hence why he didn’t want Charlie to go up there for a meeting as he didn’t want to risk Charlie seeing her mother and make Lilith’s quest even worse and make Charlie emotionally devastated somehow. Luckily it looked like Lilith changed her mind but more on that later.

This went on until something happened 7 years ago before the events of the pilot and season 1. I’m guessing Lilith and the Imposter had a fight which ended in a draw and both sides going into hiding to recover and think of their next step. While Lilith said goodbye to Charlie one more time, I personally think the Imposter used its time to trick Alastor into serving it, making Alastor think it was serving the real Lilith. The Imposter told Alastor to lay low until the Imposter called for his services, which it eventually did as I think the Imposter sent him to spy on Charlie in hopes of using her and to keep any tabs on Lucifer and the real Lilith if it showed up. A feat like this would definitely show how dangerous the Imposter is if it can trick Alastor of all people.

This brings us to the season 1 finale where we see A Lilith on a beach in Heaven, where Lute brings up a deal and how she demands the Lilith take care of Charlie if she wants to stay in Heaven.

Now while I am slowly starting to believe that the woman there could be the real Lilith, I’m still considering the possibility for it being the Imposter. You can blame the sunglasses covering the eyes as not only do I think it’s similar to what was happening with her face in “Dad Beat Dad”, there have been A LOT of times in fiction where simple sunglasses were used to cover up big reveals.

I’m also a bit confused about if the deal Lute mentions was with her or Adam. I could see a scenario where a Lilith/Imposter used a disguise to make a deal with Adam about getting a place to crash in Heaven who he stupidly accepted, and Lute eventually realized what really happened but couldn’t do anything about it. I personally think it was with Lute though, as I could have seen Lute making a deal with the person where in exchange for letting them hide out there, Lute would gain the power/means to become Adam’s 2nd in command or to kill more demons/sinners.

If it is the Imposter, then she has convinced everyone that she is the real Lilith and is buying her time so she can find the info needed to destroy Heaven. She could also have had another goal of weakening the Exorcist army while there, likely setting up some events that eventually resulted in Adam dying. I could see a scenario where she has tricked Lute into think she is betraying Hell but when Lute realizes what she is really up to it will be too late. There is another idea but more on that later.

If it is the real Lilith, then I see her hiding out in Heaven because along with it be the last place anyone would look for her, it’s the only place the Imposter can’t go naturally, great if the Imposter is Roo. Maybe Lilith didn’t have a choice and was really desperate. Now I have an old work that went over the idea that the higher ups of Heaven knew a threat is coming and Adam was in no way capable of dealing with it, and they had a plan of getting someone better to replace him and lead the army, and I could see Lilith coming to the same conclusion and thus secretly tried to get rid of Adam. Maybe as a surprise she first tried to get rid of him without killing him and told Lucifer to set up Charlie’s appointment as along with how she actually wants to help her daughter maybe because she feels guilty of not being there as much as she wants to be, she hoped Charlie’s idea could make Heaven finally see how incompetent Adam was and get rid of him. 

Now that Lute is demanding that Lilith take care of Charlie, Lilith will definitely have a bigger role in season 2, where I think both the real Lilith and the Imposter will try and use her for their own gain, making Lilith a bit of an antagonist but NOT a villain…hopefully.

There is also the chance that the real Lilith might not have a choice in stopping Charlie’s redemption dream as thinking back to the deal with Adam/Lute, we still don’t know what it really was, as maybe it was just Lilith owing one of them a favor? We also just don’t know much about how magical deals in this world actually work, like what happens when a deal is broken? Could it be like in the Percy Jackson spinoff series “Trials of Apollo” where if such a thing is broken, there are terrible/deadly consequences for the person that broke it and those around them?

One reason why I like this theory is that it could lead to some drama as maybe another reason why Lilith doesn’t want to use Charlie is cause she doesn’t want her to get involved or hurt, 

But inevitably has to for what she thinks could be the greater good of everyone.

Maybe Lilith has become so obsessed with stopping the threat and save everyone, that she has trouble realizing how much she has been hurting others.

This theory also could lead to some episodes/storylines for the other characters in season 2. One is related to an idea I had about Charlie and Vaggie, as maybe after Vaggie keeps trying to convince Charlie that her mom/”mom” is up to no good, they get into their first proper fight in the season (I don’t count the events in “Hello Rosie” as a fight) which leads to some proper tension between them. Another is an episode where Lute tries to get justice for Adam’s death and execute Niffty as punishment but Heaven tells her that there isn’t a case or finds Charlie, Niffty and the others not guilty. This causes Lute to go insane and vows to destroy Hell and the “traitors” in Heaven, which the Imposter could take advantage of and recruit her as an ally.  

Then by the end of the season Charlie and the others figure out what is going on and Charlie convinces her mother that she doesn’t have to do all of this, at least not by herself, and her words turn Lilith into an ally. 

One of the aftermaths of such a theory related to the ending of season 2 is that the Imposter gains an advantage but luckily for everyone else her Lilith disguise got magically damaged thus the Imposter is no longer able to use it properly anymore, ending that part of Lilith’s quest.

Another possible result from all of this is that Lucifer and Lilith get back together. Imagine a fun wedding episode where Charlie helps plan her parent’s wedding! That would be awesome and beautiful because honestly this version of Lucifer and Lilith should be together and be happy.

That should be everything I have about the current situation surrounding this theory. In the end I just don’t want Lilith to be a villain, maybe antagonistic at times, but not a pure villain like Adam was as that sounds a bit cliché especially when compared to the pros of having Eve or Roo being seasonal/main villains. I also just want Charlie to have a good relationship with BOTH parents in the end, along with Lucifer and Lilith getting remarried as it was a bummer discovering that they were divorced and hopefully I’m not alone when it comes to these thoughts.

Do you believe that this theory could be true, even if it’s just to a degree? Do you also hope that Lilith won’t be a villain and should have a good relationship with Charlie and Lucifer at the end?

[abcthv9597]

Not saying jk is dumb but he's so innocent isn't he? He trusts those girls after all they've done..

No Jeongguk is definitely not dumb nor too innocent (and no one should claim or support this if they really know him, trust him and support him). I have refrained from talking about this since we don't know exactly what happened (there is no official statement about this from Hybe not Jeongguk himself, the Kmedia are not a reliable source after everything that happened with Yoongi and we should only be trusting the boys) but in general is not that Jeongguk trusts those girls, is the fact that he knows they have been manipulated and brainwashed by that psycho woman that he simply wanted to show that no one so young should be taken advantage of and put into a game by adults. He also maybe doesn't know how much these girls have shown their support to MHJ (the girls disregarding everything that have been revealed about her, same for their parents) since he is not chronically online nor has much time on his phone since he is enlisted or maybe he does know and he's aknowledging that people who have been groomed from a young age are in no position of understanding the severity of the situation.

He has been on this industry since he was too young, has seen the sh*t underage people have faced by grown ups in bigger positions and hierarchy and he knows much more than we do so I don't think anyone can blame him for what he did (if that was really him). We are in no position to judge or critisize negatively this move because afterall he is an adult that has every right to have an opinion. We can't always have the same opinion as everyone but we should always trust all of the boys in their decisions and thoughts. We know BTS are smart and kind people and they forgive people that have wronged them many times so this only shows how much of a great and considerate person Jeongguk is (and in general all the boys). BTS are one-of-a-kind people, their humbleness and kindness is so rare, their morals are above anyone else. He is not dumb nor naive, he is simply a human being that knows how to show forgiveness, humbleness and sympathy even to the worst people.

Tokkis fail to understand that his possible support is not extended to them that have been in the front line of every hate, lie and smear campaign towards BTS all these months. And it's also obvious that he's not supporting MHJ too. But Tokkis as it seems have also been brainwashed by that woman, the way they keep on saying that those girls need her. They don't understand that this way not only they're hurting the girls and falling into her trap but also show that those girls have no talent without MHJ.

He is only showing support to the girls as young people in the industry. We know that since their debut BTS had no support from any other fellow idol so they always try to be there for their juniors and to show them and give them that support they always wished they had. At the end maybe his attempt of a support might not change anything for those girls since they have been so adamant in supporting MHJ (and even now a member decided to post his caption including the emoji for MHJ), maybe they don't want to be saved.

Kook is kind enough to understand their situation since he went through the same when he was younger so he knows much better than anyone the industry and he wants to protect them. However we all know no one would do this for the boys and it's clear those girls don't give a fuck. He wants to support people who have been manipulated, not that woman but those girls want that woman to be added to the equation no matter what...

And the difference is that Jeongguk was surrounded by the members who are good anr kind people and were there to protect him, his parents too, even their families while those girls have none. Their whole families are on MHJ's side and instead of being responsible and sensible adults they let themselves also be manipulated by her and allow her to get close to them instead of protecting them. The only one protecting them right now and they fail to see it is Hybe, they exposed what she did and even fired her and they still continue to support her. The only mistreatment they are facing is by MHJ, never by Hybe as they claim. If it was another company they would have been fired alongside her, Hybe can see what she did to them and wants to save their career but it's obvious that's not what New Jeans want.

No matter what the truth is it's pretty clear that no matter who shows support to these girls directly or not they don't want any support nor want to be saved. Yes they went in this industry really young however half of them are adults and should understand when they need to stop and remain silent. No amount of manipulation can defend what they do but maybe they are still being controlled by her and maybe they're forced to comply to whatever she says or she may harm them. As I said they have no one to support them or guide them towards the right path. They definitely need a lot of therapy...

Personally I can't support nor defend these girls after everything they have said, although I know they have been manipulated and brainwashed by that woman but at the same time I will remain silent on what has to happen about them because I have no involvement with them and I'm only here to support and love the boys. Same goes for their fandom, they have been so vile towards the boys, they deserve no sympathy. MHJ definitely needs to be in jail for her crimes!

[azurethevampire]

"i’m not mad at you. ”

NCIS? With reader please? 💛

Here you go – Happy New Year! ❤

Warnings: some swear words and talking about murders and murderer. Nothing unlike canon.

Gibbs found you from the backyard, sitting on the hard ground softened only by some grass that had overgrown. He’d need to mow the lawn soon. He made his way over and sat down next to you, knees pulled up and leaning his elbows against his knees. 

You sat similarly, except you were hugging your knees to your chest the best way you could – and avoiding looking at Gibbs. 

After minutes ticked by in silence it became clear to him that you were not going to be the first to speak. 

"What, you gonna stay out here all night?" 

That elicited at least some reaction out of you. Not the one Gibbs had aimed for though, as you only shrugged your shoulders. Still not looking at him. 

Hmm.

"I'm not mad at you", Gibbs said. "And neither is anyone else on the team." 

You found his words hard to believe. DiNozzo and McGee had definitely been pissed at you when they found you at the place of the main suspect in the team's latest case. After DiNozzo had made sure the house was clear and you were safe, he had all but dragged you back to NCIS. The drive back there had been tense and you hadn't dared to say a word to Tony who had channeled Gibbs' silent anger so much you honestly were surprised he didn't change into the older man on the spot. 

"I messed up", you said pointedly. How could you not be mad at me? Lingered in the tone of your voice.

It was true. You had messed up. You weren’t an agent, hell you weren’t even a police nor went to the academy to become one. You were a college student surrounded by some of NCIS’ finest. So really, you thought, you could hardly be blamed if you had picked up a thing or two about solving crimes over the years watching your chosen family. Still. You knew you should have left the actual crime-solving to Gibbs and his team. But it had been different this time… this case had been closer to you. 

“Yes, you did”, admitted Gibbs. “And trust me, I’m not happy with some of the things you did.” 

Finally looking at him, you raised a brow at him. “Only some things I did?” 

“Don’t interrupt me, kid.” 

“Okay, okay, s–” you cut the needless apology short. “But before you go into a full-blown rant that only results in me being more angry at myself and feeling guiltier than I already do; You know why I did it, don’t you? You know that I couldn’t just stand by and watch my friend suffer for something I know they didn’t do. And I can’t— I won’t apologize for that.”

Your words hung in the air. Heavy, but not in a bad way. Gibbs looked at you. Really looked at you. At some point — and hell, maybe he had seen it, only refused to acknowledge it, because damn him, he was equally crestfallen and proud as hell to see the person you’d grown into — you’d ceased being the little kid who waited for him to come solve everything for you. 

Maybe that was why he couldn’t make himself feel angry at you for putting yourself in harm's way. Hell, you had been alone in the home of a murderer— nevermind that the murderer in question hadn’t been home at the time. And he was mad at you about that. However, the fact remained that you had been the first one to connect the dots. Without having access to all that tech his team was so fond of, you had been the first to realize who the real killer was – and exonerated your friend's mother from the charges in the process. The goal you had been adamant on reaching in the first place, because you had trusted your gut. 

Just like Gibbs had thought you to. 

"You solved the case before we did, kid. And I'm damn proud of ya for that." Gibbs shook his head and chuckled. "You'd make a damn fine agent, Y/N." 

A smile graced your lips at his words. You knew this wouldn't be the end your conversation and you'd still need to face the rest of the team. Tony and Tim, especially deserved an explanation which you hadn't been able to give them before Gibbs had ordered you to go to his place and wait until they wrapped up the case. 

"Is that a job offer, Gibbs?" 

"Hell no!" 

You laughed with him. 

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Arkhelios Adventures

"Adam! Theo!"

Evren watched in horror while his stepson writhed against the exorcism spell he'd cast. Instead of draining the demonic energy, the spell seemed to be doing the opposite. Theo had already been pulled into his dark form, making his magical capacity seem to double in seconds. Leathery wings burst from Theo's back, drawing attention away from the rows of horns that erupted from his head.

This was no normal dark form. This wasn't a presentation of any dark form that Evren had ever seen. The power before him was feral and unresponsive to the restrictions Master Maricourt and Evren were desperately trying to bind to it.

Evren was relieved that this had happened with strong adults who were prepared to deal with the situation and not in the middle of the dining hall after Theo and Adam made out at the table. That would have unleashed a power that may have ended a student's life. There could be no denying the power that Theo drew from his relationship. There could be no denying the power that Theo held on his own. There could be no denying that Theo's education wasn't effectively teaching him control. Something needed to permanently change in Theo's life in order to protect him and the people around him.

Adam had mercifully passed out from the pain and remained eerily still on the floor. He had no dark form that had ever presented itself, not that Theo's magic understood. Two smooth horns had impossibly erupted from Adam's skull. Magic scraped the depths of the boy's genes, pulling every strand of demon DNA that lay dormant in him closer to Theo.

Evren had only seen this happen once before in his long career and the young student in question had died in agony as magic twisted their dormant demon genes into acting as though they belonged to a full demon. The same horns had presented on the student, revealed at autopsy to be smoothed bones ripped into a parody of demonic horns. Evren could see where the skull bone had pierced the skin as it had elongated. He could never get that dead student completely out of his memory, even when Reogus tried to help him forget. Now, here he was, staring at the same gruesome sight, only his stepson was to blame for it. Theo had never intended for this to happen, but it had still happened. Theo had officially gone from being potentially dangerous to himself to actually dangerous to himself and others. Evren was lying to himself if he thought that things wouldn't change because of this.

"I-I can't," Theo panted, desperately straining to get control over himself. "I can't stop. I'm going to explode. Please. Please."

It broke Evren's heart to see his stepson in pain and frightened of his own body. History had proven that whenever an event like this was triggered in Theo, the hybrid nearly succumbed to the power raging through him until a third party intervened. Evren didn't have the capacity to channel demonic magic and he suspected that Ewan couldn't either. It wasn't a common skill for a warlock to learn. The exorcism spell was their only hope of safely releasing Theo's energy. The demonic sovereign would be too late if they summoned her to help. If she even chose to come at all.

"Demon begone!" Ewan commanded, rising in the air while raising his wand. Life energy still ravaged the air, but the cracks of Void seemed to be retreating.

"Demon begone!" Evren repeated with what he hoped was enough magical command. He could feel the familiar sensation of magic leave his body, carefully channeled through his wand.

Ewan stared in shock and horror at what he was seeing. His father struggled to save his half-brother from someone Ewan could hardly recognize as the cute demon boy he liked to tease. Theo was terrifying. Magic was terrifying. There was no way in hell that Ewan was about to change his mind on magic. It would take a miracle just to get him through the door of this place again.

"Theo's really fucked things up this time, huh?"

Remy nodded, watching her father try to channel demonic energy as best as he could. Devard tried to keep his tone casual, probably to try to impress her. Remy appreciated the effort. It gave her something to mimic. Theo having a magical meltdown wasn't something new, but this time seemed different. He was stronger now and Adam was incapacitated in a way he'd never been before.

"Yeah, Mom's going to lose her shit about this," she groaned. "You might want to see about staying with your parents for the next few days. This place is going to be a battlefield when Mom gets home. If Theo doesn't die here, she'll make sure he does soon."

"Your dad's got it covered. See? The wings went away. I'm sure your brother will wake up completely fine. Until the next time Theo meltdowns."

"I'm not so sure there's going to be a next time," Remy said quietly.

"Adam. Adam, please wake up. Adam, please!"

Theo could still feel the energy building within him, despite Ewan and Evren's attempts to drain it from him. It was more manageable now, at least. He could still feel it pounding in his brain, calling to him, but this had happened enough times that Theo had a defense against it. The Sovereign and his teachers had shown him how to release the energy safely when some of the energy had ebbed. With Ewan and Evren's spell, Theo could feel the difference. With Adam's help, he could do this. Adam always helped him. The only problem was that Adam wasn't conscious. He hadn't moved an inch since Theo had come halfway to his senses. His face was still contorted with pain, but Adam remained completely still. Horrifyingly still.

"Adam, move. Please move? You can't be hurt, I'm sorry, I never meant-"

With the energy that engulfed him, Theo tried to pour as much of it as he could into Adam. During Theo's last meltdown, Adam had been able to channel some of that overwhelming energy back into Theo to manipulate their bond. He'd pulled Theo from the brink of madness and danger, so it only made sense that Theo could do the same.

Theo felt the magic pool in his palm, and when he felt that he could aim with any accuracy, he sent it across the room to Adam. He watched as the magic pressed against the skin of Adam's hand, entering the young warlock slowly and carefully. The magical energy would surely help heal Adam like it had once helped Theo. It had to. Even if all it did was jolt Adam awake, Theo would celebrate. Watching Adam's body lie deathly still on the floor was unbearable.

Channeling his remaining energy into Adam while the adults quickly worked to help him was tiring. Theo could feel magic ebb away from him through both efforts. After a few moments, Theo's outstretched hand was beginning to feel heavy to hold in the air. His eyelids struggled to stay open despite his rising panic. Mere moments later, the teen collapsed to the floor, drained of enough energy to be considered safe.

"Adam!"

"Theo!"

Both warlocks ran to their children the instant they felt it was safe to stop the exorcism spell. The boys were initially unresponsive, nearly blinding their parents with grief and worry. To Evren's relief, Theo made a small groaning noise when he pulled the teen into his arms. Groaning meant that he was alive and Evren had never been so relieved to hear something before in his life.

"Adam! Adam, can you hear me? Adam, please, just squeeze my hand if you can. Give me some kind of sign you can hear me."

Ewan struggled to control his breathing. He had a room full of teens watching his every move, including Adam's twin sister. He was a master of magic, able to command storms and elements and anything else that stood in his way. He could save his son. Believing that he could change this was the only way he could keep his composure. Breaking down wasn't going to solve anything. Only calm composure would help his son. He had to remain calm. He had to.

"Theo?"

Adam's eyes fluttered open for a brief moment, flooding his father with relief.

"No, Adam, it's Dad," Ewan said softly. "How are you? Are you in pain? I'm going to get you help, just keep talking to me."

"I'm tired," Adam replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "My head really hurts. Theo...he...it hurts."

Ewan held his son tightly in his arms, unable to let him go. He signaled to his dazed daughter to go get medical help and Remy took off to complete the mission, glad to have permission to leave the disturbing scene.

"Theo? Can you hear me?"

Evren tried to assess his stepson's condition, but it was difficult. After being drained of energy, Theo was sluggish and nearly unresponsive, but from what he could tell, the hybrid seemed to be unhurt.

"Theo, it's over. You're going to be fine, I promise. A little rest and you'll be as good as new. I'm really proud of you. You regained control of yourself with just a little help. You've come a really long way in your studies and I know this is hard for you."

Theo didn't have the energy to respond. Just keeping his eyes open seemed impossible. He desperately wanted to rush to Adam's side and confirm that he was okay, but the more Theo struggled against the urge to sleep, the stronger it became.

He managed to murmur something unintelligible and finally succumbed to unconsciousness in Evren's arms.

After the medics had arrived and taken the boys for treatment, Evren made the difficult call to the Bellamys. He didn't envy Ewan having to call his ex-wife and reveal that their son had been injured. Evren could hear Edana shouting through the phone from down the hallway. He called Abe's cell phone first, reasoning that Abe would probably have the more stable reaction to the news.

After Abe sat Roman down and prepared him for bad news, Evren told them about what had happened. One of them would have to come to the school and pick up Theo, as Evren wasn't his legal guardian. He strongly recommended that Abe be the one to come, and Abe couldn't agree more. Roman could stay with the kids and try to compose himself before Theo returned. The last thing Theo needed to see was his father breaking down or having a panic attack and feeling even more angry with himself for causing it.

When Abe stepped out of the portal his husband had opened for him, the first thing he saw was his son. Theo was sitting with his arms wrapped around himself, rocking slightly. Abe's heart broke for his son. Theo was just a kid trying to survive his teen years and no matter how hard he tried, every time Theo felt in control of himself, another incident like this would shatter his self esteem.

Evren left Abe alone in the room with his son. His presence wasn't needed there and would only be intrusive. He decided to make himself useful by checking in with the Maricourts.

"Dad, I...."

Theo could barely look his father in the eye, knowing how angry he must be. How terrified of the scary demon in front of him he must feel. It had to have been like looking at Kamalani and feeling again all the pain she had caused him. Theo was her grandson and he was as broken and dangerous as she was.

"Theo, it's alright," Abe said softly, kneeling down to face his son directly. "Things are a little complicated right now, but it's okay. We'll get through this. Your safety and happiness are all that matter to me. And you're nothing like your grandmother. Not even close. You have a gift that she was incredibly jealous of, you just need to learn to control it. All sorts of things are changing in your body now. You're growing up. Sometimes when we grow, there are growing pains."

"Growing pains?" Theo repeated quietly. "I almost killed Adam, Dad. I'm a monster."

"Theodosius, you're not a monster," Abe assured his son, squeezing his hands tightly. "You didn't kill Adam. You weren't even meaning to hurt him. It was just an accident. Accidents can be messy, but they don't make us bad people if they were beyond our control. You've come so far with your magic and your father and I are extremely proud of you."

"Yeah right," Theo scoffed, averting his eyes. They were still stained by magic and would likely remain an unnatural gold hue over night. The last thing he needed was for his father to see him like this. He'd only be horrified by what his son truly was.

Abe just squeezed his son's hands tighter.

"Theo, the moment I held you for the first time, I swore that I would do anything and everything in my power to love and support you. To protect you. I know I haven't always been the best at handling your gifts, but there is nothing in this world that could change my feelings for you. Your father and I will always be here for you to rely on and come to for help. We love you more than anything in this world, and nothing can change that. Ever."

"I'm so sorry, Dad," Theo sobbed. "I just keep hurting people. Adam's going to break up with me and his mom will get me kicked out of school and...and...."

"We'll get through this together," Abe promised, pulling his son into his arms and hugging him fiercely. "Your dad and I will always love and protect you. If Adam can't see you for the kind, compassionate person you are, then he's an idiot and you could do better."

Abe held his son until Theo's tears dried. After what felt like an eternity, Theo was finally composed enough to teleport home, where Roman was waiting to comfort him as well.

Evren paced nervously in the hall, waiting for Abe to emerge. He knew how Roman would react had he been allowed to come to the school, which was why he had requested Abe. Roman was probably at home rocking back and forth in his bedroom, sobbing. Adrian had promised to keep Roman from burning the school down to get to his son, but Roman was still a somewhat powerful hybrid himself. Adrian didn't stand a chance if Roman used his abilities to rush past him.

The door opened, and Evren prepared for the worst. He couldn't be sure how rational Abe could be after seeing how inconsolable and afraid his son was.

"How is he?"

"Tired and scared," Abe sighed. "He's blaming himself for all of this and thinks that anyone close to him will abandon him because of his powers."

"Understandable. Some people just can't stand demons or understand their different needs."

"Speaking of, what do the Maricourts say about all this?" Abe asked, in a hushed tone. "Are they planning another intervention or are they planning on pressing charges?"

"Charges?" Evren repeated. "For what? It was an accident amplified by their own indecision about how to treat the connection between the two boys. A young demon accidentally losing control of his powers is a common thing in children Theo's age. Especially since Theo was admitted to the school in order to help control his powers. This isn't an anomaly or something malicious. This is fairly common for Theo. No one on the council would dare press charges in this case."

"Not even Edana?" Abe sighed. "How did she react to this? Should I call Lucy?"

"Edana...well, Ewan is dealing with her," Evren admitted. "Edana struggles with grieving the loss of her family and to hear that her only son, the one named after her dead brother, was gravely injured by a hybrid she already didn't trust...well, I wouldn't recommend trying to talk with her until this all blows over."

"That's what I thought," Abe said with another deep sigh. "And Adam? How's he doing? How does he feel about my son?"

"He's recovering. The damage looked worse than it was in most areas. We were able to dissolve the horns and block the signal triggering a dark form he didn't have. Once Theo was separated from him, most of the triggers stopped and were easily taken care of by the school medic."

"And how is he feeling about Theo?" Abe pressed. "It would help ease the guilt if Theo knew Adam wasn't angry with him. He's tearing himself apart, worrying about how Adam feels about him."

"That I don't know." Evren lowered his eyes, unwilling to let Abe see the worry in them. "Since Edana arrived, no one has been allowed to see him. When we first pulled those two apart, Adam seemed to be trying to reassure Theo, but he was in a lot of pain. Things may have changed since then, especially now that Edana's with him. I'll try my best to see how he's feeling when things have cooled down a little."

"Thanks, Evren. You've been a godsend," Abe said, crushing the warlock with a thankful embrace. "I really don't know what we'd do without you. Your instincts that this was something that might happen may have saved us from an even grimmer scenario."

"Yeah," Evren replied guiltily. "My instincts were what made me investigate." He paused for a long moment, trying to decide what the right action was in this situation. Abe wasn't as fragile as his husband and might respond to the real reason Evren knew about Theo with reason. On the other hand, he might become furious and lash out even more, while also telling Roman and launching them all into a nightmare with the Maricourts. Would he want to know if Fiolett and the boys had placed themselves in danger with magic? He absolutely would, and besides, Abe was a reasonable man...right?

"Abe, there's something else," Evren began. "It wasn't just my intuition that warned me about Theo, he triggered a ward I'd placed on his dayplanner. He performed a spell I had left in case of an emergency."

Abe frowned, but nodded to show that he was following Evren's point.

"We've left a couple of spells for him to access," Abe replied. "Which was it? The 'find my keys' spell? "'Summon a sandwich?'"

Evren shook his head slowly, hoping that Abe would catch on before he had to say the words outloud. Abe saw his weary expression and his heart sank.

"Oh. Oh." He paused, suddenly unsure of what to think or feel. "When? Today? Were they together when you found them? This is what caused the problem today?"

Evren shook his head slowly.

"Not entirely. It was earlier this week that I was notified. It didn't directly cause this, Theo's inability to control himself and navigate his place in the magical world was the cause. You know we've told him a million times to be careful with his magic and stay away from casting blood magic with Adam. Well, this has kind of tipped that balance. Sex connects us to our partners, and opens up channels of magic both dark and light. Theo doesn't understand this. I don't know how to reach him Abe, he doesn't listen to a thing I say. Then situations like this happen, and I don't know how to help him if he won't listen."

"Yeah, he's been like that since the day he was born," Abe sighed. "I don't know which side of the family he gets it from. The Bellamys are stubborn, but my mom and Lucy might actually be worse." He paused. "Thank you for telling me this information, I appreciate how hard it must be to navigate our parenting situation."

"That's an understatement. I hoped that you could deal with this information with maturity and understanding."

"Roman can never know about this," Abe warned. "You cannot tell him under any circumstances. There's just too much hurt and trauma wrapped up in his brain and it-"

"I know how Roman is, Abe. Why do you think I'm coming to you about this?"

"And Adam's parents know about this?"

"Ewan does. He's not sure if Edana knowing about the indirect cause of what happened today would be a good idea. She can be...well, rather like Roman. She's already going to be on the warpath. It might be damaging to the stability of the coven if she finds out that Theo and her son were intimate and that's what caused the the state her son is in."

"So I should tell Roman then?" Abe asked wearily. "He's going to have a complete breakdown if he finds out about the boys from Edana."

"I'll speak again with Ewan," Evren promised, looking equally as worried. "As much as I hate the idea of a coverup, I worry about Roman's stability. He's always been opposed to having Theo attend boarding school and being exposed to the lack of boundaries there. He only agreed to send him if his education was able to protect him from himself, and now...."

"And now Theo's having sex and nearly killing other students because of it," Abe sighed. "All the money we spend to keep Theo here doesn't seem to be helping."

"Well, it is helping. Once we drained some of the demonic energy from him, Theo was able to pull himself together on his own. He's getting closer to being able to stop his episodes completely by himself. His time here is helping, Abe."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. He's getting better but....Roman's going to want his son back in Arkhelios after this. I want him back in Arkhelios. We're missing so many of his milestones and seeing him on weekends isn't enough. He's fourteen and having life endangering sex for god's sake. If he's at home, this won't happen again. He can see Adam on weekends while we supervise. If Adam even wants to see him now. Fuck! How did this all get so out of control?"

Evren rested a hand on Abe's back and sighed deeply.

"We can fix this," Evren promised. "I really don't think that sending him to Arkhelios will help the situation. Theo is growing up and getting stronger. The coven in Arkhelios is a joke and I'd hardly recommend Wanda as a trained magical professional. He needs supervision, yes, but I don't know if there's anything there in Arkhelios that could prevent something like this from happening again."

"He'd be much farther from his boyfriend. That's a start," Abe replied bitterly. "Him returning to that school means that I have to lie to Roman. To say that I can trust that our son is safe there. That our son is going to be protected from his worst impulses. Would you lie to Adrian if Fiolett or the boys were in this scenario?"

"Yes," Evren said without hesitation. "Theo isn't just your son, Abe. He's a walking time bomb with powers no one can explain. I saw the magic he was casting earlier myself. If I hadn't seen it first hand, I'd never believe it. He is doing impossible things and he's only getting stronger. The Demonic Sovereign is watching him as well as my old, incredibly powerful friend. He's connected to the Maricourt family and knows their true name. Abe, Theo is not just your son and keeping him locked in his room at home isn't going to stop the inevitable. If I had to lie to Adrian to keep our children safe because he couldn't handle the truth, then I would. A million times over. A warlock has to trust his heart above all else, even if he's given that same heart to someone else."

"What are you saying exactly?"

Evren inhaled deeply and thought of how to answer that question.

"I'm saying that Theo's not going back to Arkhelios, Abe," he said finally. "He's an apprentice to the Pleasantview coven now and he's dangerous. Don't look at me like that. Take Theo home for now and I'll try to find out the next step from here. I have enough sway with the coven to fight on Theo's behalf, even against Edana. Just prepare Roman for a struggle. I have a feeling that the path forward may be a difficult one."