#hes layered like..... a pomeranian......

[azurem]

Nightmare's goop is layered headcanonnnn (sorta explanation under the cut) (colors aren't precise)

Okay so in theory, first of all, we have an intra-skeletal goop layer that resides just above Nightmare's apple soul (number 0 in the illustration). This one is expelled from Nightmare's soul in an attempt to protect itself since it's highly sensitive to surrounding positivity, though as a result it ends up overdoing it enough that it starts to leak from Nightmare's right eyelight, blinding it.

Layer 1 is similar to skin, in the sense that it sticks very, very closely to Nightmare's bones. So this pleural-like layer is basically impossible to remove (which is why Nightmare's white bones cant be seen even in a super positivity infused environment) and serves to regulate temperature, protect from ambient's stimuli (like wind) and somewhat as a enhancer of his natural empathy abilities (since it gets thicker or thinner depending on ability). Also serves as a complement to Nightmare's skeleton, since the years of no sun must have left him very weak health-wise

Layer 2 resides over the pleural layer as a way to protect it, since Nightmare is very dependent on layer 1 to live (receives attacks that shouldn't touch layer 1). It's thicker, like honey, so it usually sticks to where it's dripping and doesn't stain much. If negativity is too low, this one will tank most of the positivity so layer 0 and 1 don't get weakened, though long exposure will end up dissipating it.

Layer 3 is runny, like oil, and is the most dependable on negativity. It can change consistency and shape based on Nightmare's will (and is the one layer that makes up Nightmare's tentacles if he wishes to shape them up). It's constantly dripping, but Nightmare can clean the stains by constantly reabsorbing negativity around him (this way he doesn't "lose" the negativity, though goop quantity is still affected at some degree). It serves as both shield and sword, so once it disappears Nightmare can't do much without using soul-related negativity (bad since it weakens him)

[rainforestakiie]

AdamsApple Month Harvest!

Possession~

ummm, haha. i never know what to put here. but i liked this idea. i hope i have pulled it off and you all like it? please let me know!

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Adam began noticing the smallest things at first, subtle shifts in the atmosphere that he might have dismissed—except they grew more frequent, and unsettling. After all, he’d known Lucifer since they were young, when they’d roamed their quiet town together as if they were the only two who understood its mysteries. He’d harboured a secret longing for Lucifer for years, but he’d always assumed it was hopeless, watching him from afar as he flirted with Lilith in college and charmed Eve in university. Adam had buried his feelings so deeply, they only came to the surface when Steve—some guy from work—started showing interest. The day Adam confessed, Lucifer shocked him by admitting he’d felt the same all along, a confession steeped in jealousy and desire that left Adam dizzy with joy.

Life with Lucifer had been a beautiful, chaotic whirlwind since then. They shared an apartment above their flower shop, "Eden," and an apartment filled with laughter, a chubby ginger cat, and a hyperactive, cloud-like Pomeranian. Adam never imagined life could be so perfect. But that perfection was now shadowed by something he couldn’t quite name.

It was Lucifer’s eyes that caught his attention first—those brilliant, blue storm-dark eyes seemed almost haunted, flickering between sorrow and fury, moments of adoration suddenly veiled by an intensity Adam had never seen. It wasn’t just his gaze; Lucifer’s entire being seemed to shift, his moods swinging sharply from obsessive tenderness to a brooding darkness that hung over the apartment like a storm cloud.

One night, Adam felt Lucifer’s hands tighten around him as they lay together, his fingers almost bruising as he whispered, “You’ll never leave me, will you?”

The words were soft, almost vulnerable, but there was a cold undertone that sent a chill up Adam’s spine.

Adam felt Lucifer’s hands tighten even more, the grip so fierce it sent a spark of pain racing through his arm. Lucifer’s face hovered above him, half in shadow, his eyes locked onto Adam’s with a raw intensity that felt both passionate and… unnervingly predatory.

“You’ll never leave me, will you?” Lucifer repeated, his voice a low murmur, but with a sharpness that made Adam’s chest tighten. It was as though the question held layers Adam couldn’t quite decipher—a plea disguised as a command. When Adam opened his mouth to answer, Lucifer leaned in closer, his breath hot against Adam’s ear.

“Say it, Adam.” His voice was velvet laced with steel. “Promise me.”

“I… of course,” Adam stammered, feeling Lucifer’s fingers dig even deeper into his skin. He tried to pull back just slightly, but Lucifer’s hands wouldn’t let go.

Lucifer’s grip softened just enough for him to lift a hand to Adam’s face, his thumb brushing over his cheek, tracing Adam’s jaw with a slow, almost reverent touch. But there was something unhinged in the way he looked at him, as if Adam was something precious, fragile, and yet in constant danger of slipping from his grasp.

“Good,” Lucifer whispered, his voice softening, though his gaze stayed dark and intense. “Because if you ever did… if you ever tried…”

He let the words hang, their weight heavy, filled with something both alluring and menacing. He pressed a searing kiss to Adam’s lips, so forceful that Adam could taste copper, unsure if it was Lucifer’s teeth or his own.

Adam tried to push back gently, breaking the kiss just long enough to look into Lucifer’s eyes, but what he saw made his breath hitch. They were glowing faintly, gold around the edges, with flecks of red like embers sparking in a dying fire. Adam swallowed, heart racing.

“Lucifer… your eyes,” he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer pulled back slightly, a shadow of uncertainty flickering across his face, and for a moment, the grip on Adam’s shoulders loosened. But just as quickly, Lucifer’s expression hardened again, and his hands returned, possessive and firm, as if he feared Adam would vanish if he let go. He held Adam’s gaze, eyes darkening, the glow fading, leaving only an unsettling gleam in the dim light.

“My eyes? They see only you, Adam,” Lucifer said, his voice soft yet filled with an intensity that felt almost like a warning. He leaned in again, forehead pressed against Adam’s, his breaths shallow, as if trying to breathe in Adam’s very essence.

“I just need to know you’ll always be here,” Lucifer murmured, his tone shifting from pleading to something almost desperate. “Say it again. Tell me you’re mine. Say it until it’s etched into your soul.”

Adam’s heart pounded as he forced the words past his lips. “I’m yours, Lucifer. I’ll always be here.”

He felt his own voice shake, but there was a strange thrill in that vulnerability, an ache in his chest that only Lucifer’s touch seemed able to soothe.

Satisfied, Lucifer exhaled, his hand trailing possessively down Adam’s arm as he finally released his grip. But even as they lay together, Adam could still feel the lingering imprint of Lucifer’s fingers, an invisible brand left behind like a warning, as if Lucifer’s soul had marked his skin.

It was only later, as he drifted into a restless sleep, that Adam wondered if he was more deeply bound to Lucifer than he’d ever realized—and if Lucifer’s love was slowly transforming into something both haunting and irreversible.

Another time, Lucifer had been standing in the middle of their shop, the dim light casting eerie shadows over his face as he fixated on a blood-red blossom, almost hypnotized by it. He plucked the petals one by one, each fallen piece like a drop of blood on the tile floor. When Adam gently touched his shoulder, Lucifer snapped his head around with a low, guttural growl, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth, sharp in a way they’d never looked before. Adam stumbled back, his heart racing, until Lucifer’s expression softened, his face shifting into one of surprise and remorse.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but Adam could see the strain in his eyes. He wanted to ask what was going on, but something held him back—a fear he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Adam felt a chill snake down his spine as Lucifer’s growl faded into silence, the shadows retreating from his face like ghosts scattering in daylight. For a tense moment, neither of them moved, caught in a strange limbo between fear and tenderness. Lucifer’s shoulders slumped slightly, and his hand, which had been crushing the delicate stem of the blood-red blossom, slowly opened, letting the bruised petals fall away.

"I… I don’t know what came over me," Lucifer whispered, his voice thick with an emotion Adam couldn’t quite place.

The strain in his eyes softened but didn’t disappear, like a distant storm hovering just beyond the horizon. Adam wanted to ask, to reach out and break whatever haunted hold seemed to be tightening around Lucifer lately. But every time he tried, his own questions choked in his throat, weighed down by a heavy, unspoken dread.

“It’s alright,” Adam managed, forcing a small smile that he hoped would bridge the growing distance between them. He reached out again, letting his hand rest on Lucifer’s arm, grounding them both. For a brief moment, Lucifer closed his eyes, leaning into the touch, but the tension remained.

They stood in silence amidst the faint scent of roses and lilacs, the shop’s usual comfort somehow turned haunting in the dim light. As the minutes dragged on, Adam found himself drawn to the fallen petals, crimson against the white tiles, smeared slightly where Lucifer’s fingers had crushed them. It looked almost like dried blood. He swallowed, pushing back a prickle of unease.

"Lucifer," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is there… something I should know? Something that you’re… keeping from me?"

Lucifer’s eyes flickered open, and for a second, Adam saw a flicker of something—was it fear? Guilt?—flash across his face before his features settled into a calm mask.

“Nothing, my love,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Adam’s forehead. "You’re the only thing that matters to me. The only thing I’ll ever need."

But as he spoke, his hand lingered, his fingers pressing into Adam’s skin, just a shade too tight. Adam felt an invisible line shift between them, something fragile and unsteady. It was as if Lucifer’s words were a promise, but one spoken with an edge that felt more binding, more absolute than Adam was prepared for.

That night, as they lay in bed, Adam watched Lucifer from the shadows, his chest rising and falling slowly, each breath a whisper of tension. Just when Adam thought he might drift off, Lucifer stirred, his eyes opening in the dark. Adam froze, realizing that Lucifer was staring at him, his eyes wide and intent, with that faint glint of red and gold he had begun to fear.

Adam’s heart hammered, yet he stayed still, letting Lucifer’s gaze study him. Lucifer reached out, his fingers trailing down Adam’s arm in a possessive, almost reverent touch.

"Don’t you see, Adam?" Lucifer’s voice was a hushed murmur, filled with a kind of desperate reverence. "I’d do anything to keep you. Anything."

Adam felt the words settle heavily in the darkness, his own breath caught in his throat. For the first time, he wondered if loving Lucifer—his lifelong friend, his first love—had led him somewhere he could never truly escape.

Their intimate moments, once full of passion and warmth, took on an otherworldly edge. One night, as Lucifer moved above him, his eyes seemed to flash gold, then a deep, molten red that Adam almost convinced himself was a trick of the light. But the way Lucifer’s hands traced his skin, rough and feverish, left marks that lingered long after the night ended.

Adam lay beneath Lucifer, his breath catching as he gazed up into Lucifer’s face, where his once familiar, dark eyes now shimmered with that unnerving, molten red—deep and unnatural, like embers of a fire that couldn’t be quenched. The air between them crackled, thick with something raw and unrestrained, and yet Adam felt his heart racing not with passion, but with a visceral, creeping fear.

As Lucifer’s hands roamed over his skin, each touch burned hot and feverish, leaving marks that seemed to pulse in the dark, almost as though Lucifer’s very touch had branded him. Adam’s fingers trembled, and he wanted to pull away, to escape this strange, twisted version of the man he loved. But his body lay frozen, caught between love and a bone-deep terror he couldn’t shake.

Then, just beyond Lucifer’s shoulders, Adam glimpsed something impossible—shadows flickering, taking form, growing denser and stretching outward until they resolved into the faint outline of wings, dark and spectral, unfurling from Lucifer’s back like some monstrous apparition. Adam’s pulse thundered as his gaze travelled upward, only to see two faint, curling horns crowning Lucifer’s head, sharp against the dim light.

He couldn’t ignore it any longer. His heart hammering, Adam summoned the strength to shove Lucifer away, his hands pushing against Lucifer’s chest with all the desperation he could muster.

“Get off me!” Adam gasped, stumbling back against the headboard as he broke free. His skin crawled with the memory of Lucifer’s touch, with the surreal sight he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Lucifer recoiled, his eyes widening, and in an instant, the red glow faded, the shadows dissipating from around him. He looked confused, shaken, as he reached out a trembling hand.

“Adam… what—are you alright? Did I hurt you?” His voice cracked, desperate and terrified, as if the very thought of harming Adam was unbearable.

Adam pressed himself back against the bed, his body still vibrating with a terror that he couldn’t mask. He saw Lucifer’s hand drop, his expression crumpling into one of anguish.

“Adam, please,” Lucifer whispered, his voice barely holding together. He crawled back toward him, stopping just short, his face pale and remorseful.

“I… I don’t know what happened. I swear, I didn’t mean to—” His voice caught, breaking into a tremor. “You’re safe with me. I would never hurt you. Please, just… tell me you believe me.”

But Adam couldn’t find the words. His chest heaved, his mind spinning as he stared at Lucifer, searching his face for some trace of the man he’d loved, the man he thought he knew. He could still see the faintest shadow of horns in his mind’s eye, the ghostly echo of wings flaring out behind him. Was it real? Was he seeing things? The uncertainty gnawed at him, twisting his fear into something even darker.

Lucifer reached for his hand, but Adam jerked back instinctively, his heart slamming against his ribs. The hurt in Lucifer’s eyes was raw, almost childlike, as though he had shattered something precious and irreplaceable. He backed away, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender, his own breathing coming in shaky gasps.

“Please,” Lucifer whispered, his voice filled with a desperate vulnerability. “Adam… I don’t know what you saw, but whatever it is… I swear to you, I’m still me. I’m still yours.”

He looked at him with an intensity that almost broke Adam’s resolve, his eyes shining, pleading.

But Adam couldn’t shake the memory of that dark aura, that unfamiliar, terrifying presence that had lingered in Lucifer’s touch. He could barely breathe, barely think, as the room seemed to close in around him.

“Lucifer,” Adam finally managed, his voice a bare whisper, choked with equal parts sorrow and fear. “What… are you?”

Lucifer’s face paled, his lips parting as if to answer, but no words came. He seemed trapped, as though whatever answer he held was more painful than silence itself. Adam felt his heart twist, wanting to believe him, to stay by his side as he had for years. But the vision of horns, the feel of those spectral wings loomed large, and a deep, lingering terror had rooted itself in his soul.

“I… I need some time,” Adam whispered, barely able to hold his gaze. “I need… to understand this.”

Lucifer nodded, eyes glistening with unshed tears, his face a mask of heartbreak. “Take all the time you need, Adam. I’ll wait. I’ll… always wait.”

As Adam slipped from the bed, grabbing his clothes in a daze, Lucifer’s sorrowful gaze never left him, but the shadows seemed to gather around him, as if even they mourned the sudden, icy distance that had risen between them.

The whispers grew more frequent, threading through the darkened rooms of their apartment like a sinister lullaby, drifting from the corners, creeping beneath the doorframes. Adam began to feel them even in his dreams—low, coiling words that filled his mind with shadows he couldn’t shake, and always that one word, Demonium, echoing until it was burned into his thoughts. Every night, he would lie awake in the dim glow of the streetlight filtering through their window, listening as Lucifer’s murmurs stretched into the silence, his voice laced with a darkness that left Adam frozen, half-terrified of what he might hear next.

The morning after one of these nights, Adam couldn’t hold back any longer. Sitting across from Lucifer at the breakfast table, he finally broke the silence.

“Lucifer,” he said quietly, his voice trembling as he searched Lucifer’s face for some flicker of the man he loved, “what were you whispering last night?”

Lucifer looked up, his expression hardening. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, and for a fraction of a second, something dangerous seemed to flicker in them. “Nothing, love,” he said, too quickly. He forced a smile, but it was cold, brittle, as though stretched over something darker. “Just a dream.”

Adam could feel his heart pounding, the forced cheer in Lucifer’s voice only deepening his unease. He wanted to believe him, to brush it off as nothing more than the remnants of a bad dream, but he couldn’t shake the sensation that Lucifer was keeping something vital, something terrible, hidden behind that strained smile.

And as the days went on, the whispers only intensified. They would rise and fall in waves, sometimes filling the whole apartment with an invisible weight, other times barely audible, like a distant, sinister hum. One night, after lying awake for hours, Adam steeled himself and crept out of bed, moving silently to the living room where Lucifer was sitting, his back to Adam, staring into the darkness with an unnerving stillness.

Adam’s heart thundered as he took a step forward, trying to make out what Lucifer was saying. The words rolled out in a hypnotic, guttural rhythm, a language Adam didn’t recognize but instinctively feared. As he drew closer, Lucifer’s voice grew louder, his tone carrying an intensity that seemed to reverberate through the very walls.

“Demonium… venire… meam vitam…” The words spilled from Lucifer’s mouth, his voice thick with something dark, fervent, as though he were summoning something from beyond. Adam felt a chill race down his spine, freezing him in place, his skin prickling with a fear he couldn’t control.

“Lucifer…” Adam’s voice was barely a whisper, choked with terror.

Lucifer froze, his chanting cutting off abruptly. Slowly, he turned to face Adam, his eyes wide and unblinking, as if pulled from a trance. For a moment, his face was blank, a stranger’s expression on familiar features. Then, as if waking from a nightmare, Lucifer’s gaze softened, filling with a mix of regret and fear.

“Adam,” he whispered, his voice shaking, “why are you up?”

Adam could barely find his voice. “What were you… what were you saying just now? What… does Demonium mean?”

Lucifer’s face darkened, his expression caught somewhere between anger and pain.

“It’s… nothing,” he said, his voice quiet but clipped, almost desperate. “Just a… a word from an old language. It doesn’t mean anything, Adam.”

But Adam knew he was lying; he could see it in the way Lucifer’s eyes darted away, the way his shoulders hunched defensively. A knot of dread tightened in Adam’s chest as he took a shaky step backward, unable to look away from the man who suddenly felt like a stranger.

“Are you keeping something from me?” Adam’s voice wavered, the question tumbling out in a rush of desperation.

Lucifer’s face softened, but his eyes held a warning.

“Adam… please, trust me,” he said, his tone pleading but edged with something dark, almost possessive. “I would never do anything to harm you. Everything I do… it’s for you. For us.”

But the words didn’t comfort Adam. They felt heavy, hollow, laced with a darker promise he couldn’t ignore.

“Then tell me the truth,” Adam pressed, his voice stronger now, filled with a determination he didn’t feel.

“I hear you every night, whispering things I don’t understand… saying things that—” His voice caught as a cold realization settled in. “Are you… are you summoning something?”

For a moment, Lucifer’s face twisted with an emotion Adam had never seen—a mix of rage and vulnerability that felt as if it might tear him apart. Then, in an instant, it was gone, replaced by the familiar face Adam had once loved without question. But now, there was something else behind it, something darker, something that left Adam with more questions than answers.

Lucifer took a step closer, reaching for Adam’s hand with an intensity that almost bordered on desperation.

“Adam… all you need to know is that I love you. Everything else is just… noise.” His grip tightened, his fingers digging into Adam’s skin as he leaned in, his gaze fierce and unyielding.

“But… I’m not sure I can keep the darkness at bay forever.”

Adam’s heart pounded, his mind racing as he tried to reconcile the Lucifer he loved with the man standing before him now, a man who felt both familiar and dangerously, irrevocably changed.

It was late one evening, and Adam was curled up on the sofa, reading a book, while Lucifer was across the room, watching him with a gentle smile. His expression was soft, warm, the same look he’d always had when he watched Adam—like he was gazing at the only thing in the world that mattered. The dim light cast a cozy glow around them, and Adam felt the tension of the past few weeks finally easing, even if only for a moment.

“Lucifer, come here,” Adam called with a smile, patting the cushion beside him. “I missed you today. You’ve been so… distracted lately.”

Lucifer’s smile widened, and he moved to join him, slipping onto the couch and wrapping an arm around Adam. He pulled him close, his touch tender, his fingers lightly tracing Adam’s cheek in a gesture that was almost reverent. For a few moments, they sat in silence, with Lucifer’s steady breath against Adam’s neck, grounding him.

But then, something shifted. Adam noticed it almost immediately—the way Lucifer’s grip tightened, his fingers pressing harder, his breath hitching. The soft look in his eyes grew intense, darkening in a way that made Adam’s pulse quicken with an unease he couldn’t quite place.

“Adam,” Lucifer murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. “Tell me… do you still love me as much as you used to?”

Adam blinked, taken aback by the strange question. “Of course I do, Luci,” he replied softly, trying to keep his voice steady. “What kind of question is that?”

Lucifer’s gaze didn’t soften; if anything, it grew sharper, more possessive. His eyes narrowed, his lips pulling into a tight line as he studied Adam with a piercing intensity that felt more like a predator sizing up prey.

“Then why do you spend so much time away? Why do you keep talking to other people, letting them distract you from… from us?”

Adam’s stomach tightened as he tried to inch back, but Lucifer’s arm stayed firm around him, pulling him closer, his fingers digging into his shoulder. The gentle caress was gone, replaced by something rougher, almost bruising.

“Lucifer, what are you talking about?” Adam stammered, shrinking against the sofa as Lucifer leaned in, his face inches from Adam’s, his breath hot against his cheek. “I haven’t… I’m not doing anything. You know that.”

But Lucifer’s gaze was unyielding, his face a mask of jealousy and anger. “I don’t like how you look at others,” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, but seething with barely contained rage. “I see the way they look at you, too. The way they try to take your attention from me.”

“Lucifer, please… you’re scaring me,” Adam said, his voice barely a breath, as he tried to twist away from the iron grip holding him captive.

At those words, something in Lucifer’s face snapped. The harsh expression melted into one of confusion, then horror, as if he were just realizing how tightly he was holding Adam, the anger melting from his eyes. He released Adam abruptly, pulling his hand back as if burned, his fingers trembling.

“Adam… I—did I hurt you?” His voice was soft, stricken, his face pale. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean to—”

Adam shrank back against the armrest, rubbing his shoulder where Lucifer’s grip had bruised. His heart was still racing, his skin tingling with lingering fear. He searched Lucifer’s face, looking for the man he’d once loved, the man who would never raise his voice, much less his hand.

“Lucifer,” Adam whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of heartbreak and confusion. “What’s happening to you?”

Lucifer’s gaze dropped, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap as though trying to ground himself.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, voice thick with something between anguish and fear. “I feel like something’s… slipping, something I can’t control. But you have to understand, Adam. I need you. More than anything.”

He reached out, tentatively this time, his fingers brushing against Adam’s hand, but Adam flinched instinctively, a gesture that seemed to wound Lucifer more than any words could. His expression crumpled, the fierce possessiveness gone, replaced by a haunted look that made Adam’s heart ache.

“I’ll do better, Adam,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “I’ll… I’ll find a way to fix this. I swear.”

But as Adam looked into his eyes, he saw that same lingering shadow, that faint, unsettling darkness that left him wondering just how much of Lucifer was slipping away… and what, exactly, was taking its place.

The following week, Adam investigated their shared bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft yellow glow of a table lamp casting shadows on the walls. Adam lingered by the doorway, watching as Lucifer hunched over his desk, meticulously carving the intricate details of yet another wooden duck. Rows of ducks lined the shelves, their vacant eyes staring into nothingness—rubber, china, painted, polished, all crafted with an unsettling precision. This was more than just a hobby now. Lucifer had become obsessed, spending hours, even into the early morning, with his small army of ducks, pouring all his focus into each one, their glossy surfaces capturing a part of him, piece by piece.

Adam glanced at the clock. It was nearly three in the morning. They should have been asleep hours ago. But there Lucifer sat, his hands working with almost mechanical speed as a low, guttural rumble rose from his chest. It was a sound Adam hadn’t heard before, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

Taking a deep breath, Adam stepped into the room, his footsteps light as he approached Lucifer’s side.

“Lucifer?” he whispered, his voice gentle, coaxing.

He reached out, placing a hand on Lucifer’s arm. But Lucifer didn’t respond. His eyes were wide, fixed, glazed over, and his fingers continued their relentless work. When Adam’s touch lingered, Lucifer brushed his hand away, a low growl rumbling from deep within his throat, as if Adam’s mere presence was an inconvenience.

A pang of loneliness welled up in Adam’s chest. It was so unlike Lucifer to ignore him, to push him away.

“Lucifer… it’s late. We should get some sleep,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. He touched his boyfriend’s shoulder again, giving it a gentle squeeze.

But Lucifer didn’t flinch, didn’t even look up. He continued carving, his hands methodical, relentless. Frustration mixed with worry as Adam leaned forward, reaching for the wooden duck in Lucifer’s hands.

“Come on, Luci, it’s time to—”

Lucifer’s hand shot out, gripping the duck tightly as he whipped his head around, his eyes burning with an unnatural intensity.

“Don’t touch it,” he snarled, his voice sharp, venomous. “Just… fuck off.”

Adam’s breath hitched as he stumbled back, his eyes widening in shock. Lucifer’s face was twisted, a sneer on his lips, his gaze filled with something dark, possessive, dangerous. They locked eyes, and Adam froze, unable to tear his gaze away from the stranger in front of him, the man who looked like Lucifer but exuded something entirely foreign.

A tense silence settled over them, stretching for what felt like an eternity, until something in Lucifer’s expression shifted. His sneer softened, his gaze grew wide, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to flicker and fade as he blinked, coming back to himself. Seeing Adam’s tear-brimmed eyes, he gasped, dropping the wooden duck as if it burned him.

“Oh, Adam…” Lucifer’s voice was thick with regret as he reached out, his hands cupping Adam’s face with a gentleness that felt foreign after his harshness.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to… I love you so much. I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry,” he murmured, his words soft, frantic, pressing butterfly kisses along Adam’s cheeks, his forehead, and finally, his lips, as if trying to erase the moment with every tender touch.

Adam let him, the shock still holding him in place, the warmth of Lucifer’s hands grounding him even as confusion and hurt swirled within. He sniffled, his breath uneven as Lucifer’s apologies filled the air, wrapping around him, a mantra of remorse that was as unsettling as it was soothing.

Finally, Lucifer pulled back, his eyes darkening with that familiar possessive gleam, his voice dropping to a low, almost pleading tone.

“Do you… forgive me?” he asked, his fingers tracing Adam’s cheeks, his grip tightening slightly as he waited for Adam’s response.

Adam’s voice caught in his throat, and he nodded, almost automatically, still too stunned to form words. Lucifer’s face broke into a radiant smile, his relief almost childlike. He stood up, kicking aside the scattered ducks with a dismissive sweep of his foot as he took Adam’s hand, pulling him toward the bed.

“Come on, love,” he murmured, his tone gentle now, coaxing. “It’s late. Let’s get you to bed.”

Adam didn’t resist as Lucifer led him, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He slid into bed beside Lucifer, silent as Lucifer wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into Adam’s neck, murmuring sweet, comforting words. But as Adam closed his eyes, he could still feel the cold intensity of that glare, the way Lucifer had snarled, the way he had clung to that strange, lifeless duck with such fervour.

And as sleep slowly claimed him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the man holding him was slipping further away into the darkness, taking something precious with him, piece by piece, duck by duck.

As time passed, Adam could no longer ignore the weight pressing on his chest, the gnawing feeling that something dark and terrible had crept into their lives. He wanted to believe this was the same Lucifer he’d loved for years, the boy he’d once dreamed of as they ran barefoot through rain-slicked streets. But the man before him, with his strange mutterings, those strange, glinting eyes, and the possessive grip that left bruises, was slipping further from the person Adam once knew.

And Adam couldn’t help but wonder: What had Lucifer let into their lives?

Adam stood in the bathroom, gripping the edge of the sink, staring at his reflection. His mind buzzed with a thousand reasons for why he had to end things with Lucifer. This strange darkness that had taken over his boyfriend was no longer just “quirky” or “mysterious”; it was frightening, unsettling, and suffocating. Adam barely recognized him anymore, and the thought of staying in the same apartment felt like being caged with a dangerous stranger. He took a deep breath, deciding that today was the day he’d tell Lucifer it was over.

But as he walked into the kitchen, rehearsing the words in his head, he found Lucifer standing over the stove, humming softly—a melody Adam hadn’t heard since they’d first moved in together. Lucifer was cooking breakfast, and the familiar scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted through the room.

“I made your favourite,” Lucifer said, his face lighting up with a rare, gentle smile. He placed a perfectly golden stack of fluffy pancakes, then set a mug of coffee just the way Adam liked it beside the plate. “Just wanted to make sure your morning was a little sweeter.”

Adam felt the words die on his tongue, his heart softening. This was the Lucifer he’d fallen in love with. The dark clouds in his mind parted momentarily as he watched Lucifer fuss over breakfast, looking at Adam with warmth in his eyes. How could he leave this?

Tomorrow, Adam told himself. Tomorrow, I’ll do it.

But tomorrow brought another moment that stopped him in his tracks. Adam found himself waiting anxiously in the living room, rehearsing again what he would say. He even had a bag packed, tucked just out of sight, so he could leave as soon as he told Lucifer.

Then he heard Lucifer’s footsteps, and he turned to see him holding a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“Found these on my way home,” he murmured, his face soft, almost boyish in its tenderness. “They reminded me of you, so bright… so full of life.”

Lucifer slipped the bouquet into Adam’s hands, his gaze lingering with that same, vulnerable warmth that had first drawn Adam to him. “You mean the world to me, Adam,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Please… always remember that.”

Adam’s throat tightened, and he nodded numbly, burying his nose in the flowers. He couldn’t leave, not yet. Maybe there was a chance, a way to fix this, he told himself. Maybe he didn’t have to go.

But the sweetness always faded, replaced by cold silence and piercing glances, as though Lucifer’s spirit itself were trapped in some distant darkness.

The third time, Adam was certain he’d found the courage. He stood at the door, his jacket and keys in hand, ready to leave when Lucifer walked in.

“Adam,” Lucifer said softly, holding up a small, silver locket. “I was going through some of our old things,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “and I thought you should have this.”

He pressed the locket into Adam’s hand, a picture of the two of them on one side, a lock of Lucifer’s hair on the other.

“It’s yours. I just… want you to remember me,” he said, looking down, almost like a lost child.

The vulnerability in his eyes broke Adam’s resolve again, his heart shattering with confusion, love, and pity. How could he leave now, when Lucifer looked at him like this?

But the sweetness faded, the memory of those tender moments overshadowed by the sharp, unsettling shifts in Lucifer’s moods. The way his eyes would turn cold and distant, how he’d snap, growling venomous words before retreating into silence, working on those strange, obsessive creations alone in the dark and muttering in another language.

Adam finally accepted the truth: he had to leave. There was no fixing this, no going back to what they once had. It was too far gone.

With a heavy heart, he picked up his phone and dialled Lute, his best friend, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey, Lute… I, uh, I need a place to stay,” he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady.

There was a pause, then Lute’s voice crackled over the line, surprised but instantly sympathetic. “Adam, what’s going on? Is everything okay with Lucifer?”

Adam hesitated, glancing around as though Lucifer could hear him, even though he was alone in the apartment. He shifted his weight, rubbing his hand over his face as he finally spoke. “I… I don’t know, Lute. He’s… he’s changed. It’s like he’s not even the same person anymore. He’s colder, distant. Mean, even.”

Lute’s voice hardened. “Mean? Has he hurt you, Adam?”

Adam hesitated, his mind flashing back to those moments when Lucifer had snapped, the harsh tone, the growling anger.

“No… I mean, not exactly. He hasn’t hurt me physically. But he keeps snapping at me, getting… cruel, sometimes. Like he doesn’t even see me.”

Adam’s voice trembled, a lump forming in his throat. “I’m… scared he might. Someday.”

There was a pause on the other end, and he could hear the resolve in Lute’s voice as she spoke. “Adam, you don’t have to put up with this. Of course, you can crash here. I’ll help you pack if you need it.”

Adam sighed, relief washing over him. “Thanks, Lute. Really. But… I think I’ll be okay. I just… I need to figure out how to do this on my own.”

“Just call me if you need anything, okay?” she said, her voice warm and protective. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Adam nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Thanks, Lute. I’ll keep you updated.”

As he hung up, he felt a sense of resolve settle in his chest. The thought of leaving Lucifer tore at him, but there was no other choice. He took one last look around their apartment, the place where so many happy memories had been born—and where those memories had withered, fading into shadows.

Tonight, he would start gathering his things, planning his exit carefully. And when the time was right, he would leave quietly, slipping away from the man he loved but no longer recognized, and hoping that somehow, he could find peace on the other side.

Adam had just zipped up his suitcase, his chest a storm of emotions, when he heard the door click open. He froze, breath held as Lucifer stepped inside. His eyes landed immediately on the suitcase, and his face twisted with anger and something raw, something that felt like hurt masked under layers of bitterness.

“So this is it?” Lucifer’s voice was low, cold, and laced with an edge of mockery. “You were just going to slink out like a coward? No explanation, no goodbye?”

Adam took a steadying breath, summoning his courage.

“I was going to tell you,” he said, voice trembling. “But, Lucifer, I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know who you are—who you’ve become—but it’s not the person I fell in love with.”

Lucifer let out a harsh, disbelieving laugh, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, his tone cutting like glass. “Who I’ve become? That’s rich. I’m still the same person, Adam. Everything is fine. I’m fine. This is just you looking for a way out.”

“No, it’s not like that!” Adam insisted, his own voice rising as he met Lucifer’s icy stare. “You haven’t been yourself, Lucifer! You’ve been… I don’t know, distant and angry all the time. You’ve been—”

“Oh, please!” Lucifer scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “You’re exaggerating. I haven’t changed one bit, Adam. Maybe you’re just not willing to put up with me anymore.”

Adam took a step forward, his voice softer but filled with urgency. “Maybe you’re sick, Lucifer. And that’s okay. We can get you help. I can help you—if you’d just let me.”

Lucifer’s face darkened, and he laughed again, but it was hollow, his expression twisting into a sneer.

“Help? I don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. I’m perfectly fine!” he shouted, his voice cracking with a fury that made Adam flinch.

Adam bit his lip, his heart breaking as he looked at the man he once knew, now standing before him, an unrecognizable shadow. He tried to reach for Lucifer’s hand, his fingers shaking.

“Please, listen to me. I love you, I really do, but I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself like this. It’s… it’s killing me, too.”

Lucifer jerked his hand away, his eyes blazing with a dangerous glint. “Destroying myself? You’re so full of it. Maybe it’s you who’s destroying everything we’ve built. You’re just looking for excuses, trying to make this about me being broken so you can walk away guilt-free!”

Adam felt a wave of exhaustion and sadness crash over him.

“You’re wrong,” he whispered. “I’ve stayed because I love you. Because I can’t bear to leave. I’m not… I’m not seeing anyone else, Lucifer. There’s no one but you.”

“Then why are you leaving?” Lucifer’s voice cut through the room like a knife, raw and trembling. His hands clenched into fists, and his teeth bared in a barely contained snarl. “If you love me so much, if there’s no one else, then why are you leaving?”

Adam’s throat tightened, his voice cracking as he tried to explain. “Because I can’t keep losing you, piece by piece. I don’t know what’s happening to you, but this—this isn’t the man I love anymore.”

He held back tears, his words thick with emotion. “I’m leaving because I love you too much to watch you destroy yourself.”

A flash of hurt crossed Lucifer’s face, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” he spat, crossing his arms, his voice laced with venom. “Maybe I’ve put up with you for too long. You, with all your high expectations, always demanding I be perfect, always whining when things don’t go your way!”

The words stung like ice. Adam’s vision blurred with tears as Lucifer continued, his voice cutting deeper with each insult. “You’re such a spoiled, self-centred little brat, Adam. Always running away when things get tough, always making everything about you.”

Adam’s heart shattered, his hand trembling as he reached for the doorknob, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought you’d at least care enough to try and understand why I’m hurting. But maybe you don’t.”

He pulled the door open, and as he walked out, he could feel Lucifer’s gaze burning into his back, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t. He didn’t dare look back at the man he’d once given his whole heart to, only to find that love now twisted into something dark, something cruel.

Adam left, the sound of Lucifer’s voice trailing off behind him, lost in the echo of the slamming door, leaving Lucifer alone in the apartment, surrounded by the empty shell of a love he couldn’t bear to let go.

When Adam finally made it to Lute’s apartment, the weight of his emotions overwhelmed him. He barely made it through the door before his legs gave way, his suitcase dropping to the floor as he slumped against the wall. The reality of leaving Lucifer—a decision that had loomed over him for so long—finally struck him with full force, ripping through the fragile calm he’d held together in the apartment. His shoulders began to shake as he buried his face in his hands, unable to keep it all inside any longer.

Lute’s eyes widened as she closed the door and took in his tear-streaked face, her expression shifting to one of fierce protectiveness. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the couch.

“Oh, Adam,” she whispered, kneeling in front of him and wrapping her arms around him tightly. “Let it out, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Adam’s breath hitched as he let himself break down in her embrace. Sobs tore through him, raw and unrestrained, and Lute held him, rubbing slow circles over his back, murmuring soft words of comfort as he let everything pour out. All the pain, the loneliness, the fear—all of it spilled forth as he clung to her, his hands grasping her shoulders like a lifeline.

“I tried, Lute,” he choked out, his voice cracking. “I tried everything. I didn’t want to leave. I loved him—I still love him.”

He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breathing, but another wave of tears blurred his vision. “But he’s… he’s not the same. It’s like he’s changed into someone I don’t know, someone who scares me. And I—I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

Lute tightened her hold, leaning back to look into his eyes, her gaze soft yet serious.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now,” she said gently. “Leaving was the right thing to do if he was hurting you—even if it’s not in the way you expected. I know it’s hard, and I know how much he meant to you, but this wasn’t your fault. You did what you could, Adam.”

Adam shook his head, fresh tears spilling over. “I just keep wondering if I could’ve done something different, if I could’ve saved him—or us. And now it’s over, and I feel like… like I’ve lost everything.”

Lute pulled him close again, her voice a steady anchor. “I know you think that. But you’re here now. You’re safe. You’ve got people who love you, who’ll help you through this. And maybe… maybe this time apart will give him a chance to find whatever he’s lost. But you, Adam, you don’t have to bear that weight alone. I’m here, okay?”

He nodded against her shoulder, her words soothing him, wrapping around him like a warm blanket in the freezing cold of his emotions. For the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of relief, a faint hope that maybe he’d made the right choice—even if it hurt.

The weeks stretched into months after Adam left the apartment they had shared. He tried to stay strong, convincing himself that breaking up with Lucifer was the right choice, but the ache in his heart was relentless. Each month, he returned to their old place, knocking on the door and calling out his ex-boyfriend’s name, but silence always greeted him in return. He wanted to be strong and respect their decision, but every time he turned to leave, a hollow pit formed in his stomach, gnawing at him. What if something was wrong? What if Lucifer was struggling alone?

In the dim light of Lute’s apartment, Adam lay sprawled on the sofa, his ginger cat nestled on his lap while their boisterous dog slept lazily in front of the flickering fireplace. The television cast a pale glow across the room, but even the distraction of a mindless show couldn’t ease the feeling of loneliness that wrapped around him.

It had been four months since they broke up. Four months of wondering how much longer he would hurt, how long it would take before he stopped missing the way Lucifer made him feel—whole, adored, alive.

As he absently stroked the cat’s soft fur, his iPhone chimed, breaking the heavy silence. Expecting it to be Lute, who often checked in during late shifts, Adam reached for the phone with a half-hearted smile. But when he saw the name on the screen, his breath caught in his throat, and he nearly dropped the device.

Lucifer.

With trembling fingers, he answered, trying to steady his voice. “H-Hello?”

A burst of laughter crackled through the line, warm and familiar yet somehow foreign.

“Hey, bitch!” Lucifer’s voice was bright, almost too cheerful.

Adam’s heart raced as he stuttered, “Um… hey?”

“How are you?” Lucifer asked, a tone of genuine enthusiasm in his voice that only deepened Adam’s confusion.

“I’m okay,” Adam replied cautiously, the unease creeping in. “Just… getting through the day one by one.”

He could sense that something was off, like a distant echo of the man he once knew.

“Great!” Lucifer chirped, and Adam blinked in surprise at the sheer joy resonating through the phone. “I’ve been feeling really good!”

A wave of hurt washed over Adam, his shoulders sinking at the revelation. He’s doing fine?

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, I really am!” Lucifer’s enthusiasm seemed to shine through the line. “I’ve been going out a lot now!”

Adam flinched, his heart twisting at the implication. He wanted to ask if Lucifer had been on dates, but the words died on his lips. Instead, he murmured, “I’m happy you’re doing alright.”

“Thanks! I really am doing better,” Lucifer said, the lightness in his tone faltering for a moment. Silence stretched uncomfortably between them, leaving Adam to wonder if Lucifer had hung up.

Then Lucifer’s voice softened, almost tender. “I know a lot of things happened between us. You were right; I did need help. Breaking up really woke me up.”

Adam’s breath hitched. Was this the moment he’d been waiting for? Everything he wanted to hear, it felt like it was being laid out in front of him like a roadmap back to something he’d lost.

“I—”

“I’m seeing a doctor and a therapist. I’m really trying to get better, Adam,” Lucifer continued, his tone coaxing, sweet. “Let’s talk. Come over tonight?”

After a few moments of weighing his options, Adam found himself nodding, though he was alone in the room.

“Okay,” he agreed quietly. “I’d like that.”

“Awesome! I promise I’ll do better for you. I can’t wait to see you!” Lucifer’s excitement was infectious, igniting a flicker of hope in Adam’s chest.

“Me too,” he said softly, a small smile breaking across his lips. But the silence that followed felt heavy, and he frowned when Lucifer didn’t reply. “Okay… see you in an hour?”

“Yeah, see you soon!” And with that, Lucifer hung up.

Adam stared at the phone, his heart racing in anticipation mixed with apprehension. He wanted to see Lucifer. More than anything, he missed him, missed the warmth of their shared moments, the laughter that filled their home. Yet a small voice in the back of his mind whispered doubts, a reminder of the dark side he had encountered.

Still, as he pushed himself off the couch and began to get ready, that flicker of hope pulsed stronger within him, urging him forward. Maybe tonight would bring clarity. Maybe it was the beginning of something new—a chance for them to find their way back to each other.

Adam’s heart raced in a frenetic rhythm as he approached the apartment he once shared with Lucifer, his pulse thrumming in his ears like a warning bell. The air felt thick, charged with an anxious energy that made his skin prickle. Each step was a battle between hope and dread, a tumultuous tide of emotions crashing against the walls of his resolve.

What if he’s really changed? The thought flickered in his mind like a candle in the dark, and he fought to keep his expectations in check. But deep down, a flicker of hope ignited. If Lucifer had truly found help, maybe… maybe they could try again?

He stood before the door, the faded paint and worn handle evoking a flood of memories that swirled through his mind like a haunting melody. Adam drew a steadying breath, steeling himself as he raised his hand to knock. Just as his knuckles were about to meet the wood, the door swung open with an unexpected creak.

Lucifer stood there, framed by the doorway, a vision that stole the very air from Adam’s lungs. His ex-boyfriend looked stunning—almost otherworldly. His normally neat blonde hair was tousled and pushed back in a way that seemed both intentional and careless, casting a wild charm around him. He wore tight black leather pants that hugged his form in all the right places, complemented by a white dress shirt, unbuttoned just enough to suggest an enticing mystery beneath.

“See something you like?” Lucifer teased, his voice dripping with playful seduction. His crimson eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent a shiver down Adam’s spine.

Caught off guard, Adam blinked furiously, heat flooding his cheeks as he struggled to form words. “Uh—uh, I—”

Lucifer laughed, a low, melodic sound that echoed in the hallway. He stepped aside, gesturing for Adam to enter.

“Come in. I’m just playing,” he said, his voice light, yet there was an undercurrent of something deeper, something unsettling.

Taking a deep breath, Adam stepped into the apartment, each movement slow as if he were walking into a dream—one that might shatter at any moment. But as he crossed the threshold, his eyes widened in disbelief. The space that had once felt so sterile and organized now resembled an enchanting, candle-lit paradise.

Hundreds of flickering candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, romantic glow that danced across the walls. Rose petals were scattered across the floor like crimson whispers, leading the way into a world that felt almost surreal. Adam's mouth opened and closed in shock, trying to comprehend the transformation of their once-pristine home into something ethereal.

Lucifer purred at the sight of Adam's astonished expression, his demeanour much more forward than Adam remembered.

“What do you think?” he asked, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I thought we could have a special evening together.”

Adam's breath hitched again, heart racing in response to Lucifer’s proximity.

“I—this is… incredible,” he stammered, still trying to process the sheer romance of it all. He followed Lucifer further into the apartment, where a table for two was set, glimmering with candlelight and adorned with delicate plates and glasses.

“You like it?” Lucifer’s voice was smooth, almost coaxing, as he leaned casually against the table, his posture exuding a confidence that was both alluring and unsettling.

“I wanted to do something nice for us. You know, to celebrate our… reunion.” The words hung in the air, weighted with double meanings.

Adam’s heart raced, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration as he caught the glint of Lucifer’s red eyes, which now seemed to flicker with an almost predatory gleam.

“I… I didn’t expect this,” he admitted, trying to keep his voice steady.

Lucifer’s smile widened, revealing just a hint of sharp teeth, and he stepped even closer, brushing a finger against Adam’s arm, sending sparks racing across his skin. “I’ve missed you, Adam. I want to show you how much.”

As the atmosphere thickened, Adam felt a pull towards Lucifer, a connection that surged with nostalgia and longing. Yet, beneath it all, there was an edge of something darker, something unsettling that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Adam’s mind raced, caught between the undeniable attraction and the haunting memory of Lucifer’s recent behaviour.

“Are you… are you really okay?” Adam found himself asking, the question slipping out before he could stop it. “You said you were getting help.”

Lucifer’s expression shifted for just a moment, a flicker of something shadowy crossing his features before he plastered on a grin.

“Of course! I’m better than ever.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Adam’s ear, the playful lilt of his voice sending a shiver down Adam's spine. “I want to take things to a whole new level tonight.”

As he stepped back, Adam caught sight of a reflection in Lucifer’s eyes—an echo of the darkness that had once consumed their relationship. And while he longed to give in, to lose himself in the warmth of Lucifer’s affection, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the man before him was still a puzzle, with pieces that didn’t quite fit.

“Let’s just talk first,” Adam suggested, his voice barely above a whisper,

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but feel a shroud of unease settling over him, mingling with the romantic ambiance. The line between desire and fear blurred, and Adam was left standing at the edge, unsure of what lay beyond.

Adam’s heart pounded violently in his chest as he faced Lucifer, the familiar warmth of his ex-boyfriend’s presence enveloping him. Yet there was something distinctly different about him now—a charm laced with an undercurrent of danger that sent a shiver racing down Adam's spine. As Lucifer spoke, his voice dripped with a smooth allure, each word woven with silk and honey. “You look lovely tonight, Adam. I’ve missed that beautiful face.”

“Uh, how have you been?” Adam stammered, desperately trying to focus on the questions that had been tumbling in his mind.

“I mean, how’s the healing journey going? What therapist are you seeing?” He hoped to anchor himself in reality, to pry a glimpse of the man he once knew from this beguiling facade.

But Lucifer merely smiled, a tantalizing curve of his lips that set Adam's heart racing anew. “Healing? Oh, I’ve been doing wonderfully.”

He stepped closer, his fingers brushing Adam's arm in a way that sent warmth flooding through him.

“I feel better than I ever have, you know. All the darkness that once clouded my mind is gone. And look at you,” he added, leaning in closer, his breath ghosting across Adam's cheek. “You’re simply irresistible.”

Adam’s breath caught, the questions slipping from his mind like sand through an hourglass as Lucifer continued to sidestep the inquiries. Each flirtatious remark and lingering touch was like a thread weaving a tapestry of nostalgia and longing that left Adam breathless.

“I—I’m glad to hear that,” he murmured, his heart racing as memories of their love flooded back, blinding him to the warning signs.

And then, in a moment that felt suspended in time, Lucifer gently lured Adam into a kiss. Their lips brushed together softly at first, a tentative exploration that sent shockwaves through Adam's body. But just as he began to respond, pulling back slightly to gauge Lucifer’s intentions, he found himself caught in a vice-like grip. Lucifer’s hands tightened around him, the warmth turning into something much more possessive.

“Lucifer…” Adam began, his voice shaky, but before he could finish, Lucifer’s red eyes darkened, hooded and menacing.

With a sudden ferocity, he yanked Adam back into a much deeper kiss, overpowering him with an intensity that took his breath away. Adam’s mind raced, conflicting sensations coursing through him as he instinctively tried to kiss back, but Lucifer’s aggression was overwhelming.

Panic bubbled within Adam, and he instinctively light-patted Lucifer’s shoulder in a feeble attempt to push him away. The tension escalated, spiraling into something thick and suffocating until, with a sudden burst of will, Adam finally shoved Lucifer away, gasping for air.

His face flushed and eyes glassy, Adam stared at Lucifer, searching for a glimpse of the boy he once loved. But what he saw was chilling—a dazed, cold expression that didn’t belong to the man he remembered. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.

“You haven’t changed at all! You’re still the same! You haven’t gotten help!”

Lucifer’s silence was heavy, a dark look settling over his features as Adam began to step back, dread pooling in his stomach.

“You lied to me. You manipulated me.” The words slipped from his lips, and Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Oh my god. I didn’t even realize you were messing with me.”

He turned to leave, heart pounding with the weight of betrayal. “Don’t call me ever again, Lucifer. I—I’m done with you, really, I am—”

“Stop right there, Adam.”

The voice that echoed through the apartment was rich, firm, and undeniably compelling—yet it felt alien, sending a cold shiver down Adam's spine. He gasped, heart racing as he froze in the doorway, staring down the dim corridor where the candlelight flickered ominously. The darkness behind him shifted, and fear gripped him, rendering him unable to look back.

“Don’t you ever walk away from me,” the voice commanded, resonating with an authority that made Adam’s skin crawl. “Now, come back.”

Against his will, Adam felt himself stepping back into the apartment, drawn by the weight of the command.

“Good,” the voice purred. “Now turn around.”

Trembling, Adam squeezed his eyes shut, hands shaking at his sides as he fought against the urge to comply. But he couldn’t resist. With a heavy swallow, he turned to face Lucifer again—and his heart plummeted.

Lucifer stood before him, but this was not the Lucifer Adam knew.

Adam’s breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in horror. The man he loved had transformed into something otherworldly. Six massive wings, a chaotic blend of white and red, spread out behind him, casting ominous shadows that danced on the walls. Sharp horns jutted from his head, and the once-familiar crimson eyes blazed with a feral intensity. Blood-red circles framed his cheeks, and sharp teeth glinted in the candlelight, an unsettling juxtaposition to the charming man he had once adored.

“Sit down,” Lucifer commanded, his voice rich and resonant, yet devoid of warmth. “I think we need to talk. Probably now.”

Adam’s legs buckled beneath him as he stepped toward the chair, the gravity of the situation pulling him into a deep sense of dread. The chair spun violently, positioning him directly across from Lucifer and slamming him against the edge of the table.

“Wha—what are you?” Adam stammered, his voice trembling, the fear clawing its way up his throat. He could hardly breathe as the reality of what he was witnessing washed over him.

Lucifer leaned forward, a predatory smile spreading across his face, those once-sweet eyes now brimming with a dark hunger. “I’m your worst nightmare, Adam. And I think we have a lot to discuss.”

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes glinting like polished blood in the flickering candlelight, the air around them charged with a palpable tension. The edges of his lips curled into a sinister smile, revealing teeth sharper than Adam had ever seen.

“The first thing you have to accept, Adam,” he said smoothly, his voice a deep, echoing growl, “is that we’re getting back together.”

Adam blinked, his mind racing, unable to process the words as they hung in the air like a thunderclap.

“No,” he stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “We broke up—”

Lucifer cut him off, the darkness in his tone slicing through Adam's protest. “No, we never broke up to begin with. You simply need to be reminded of your place.”

His gaze pierced through Adam, those blood-red eyes glowing with a menacing light that sent chills spiraling down Adam’s spine.

The walls of the apartment felt like they were closing in around him as Lucifer continued, leaning forward with an intensity that left Adam breathless. “You will move back in tonight. And that friend of yours, Lute? You will block her. You will never speak to her again.”

“Lucifer, I—” Adam started, panic bubbling in his chest, but the words fell away as Lucifer’s gaze deepened, a predatory glint in his eyes.

“And you will love me,” he hissed, a tone of authority lacing his words. “You will love me and only me. You won’t stray, and you won’t look at anyone else ever again.”

Adam’s body stiffened as the weight of Lucifer’s proclamation settled in his mind. His heart raced, the dread pooling in his stomach.

“You can’t… you can’t do this to me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Lucifer leaned even closer, the air between them thick with unspoken threats and simmering desires.

“Oh, but I can, and I will. In fact,” he said, his voice dropping to a sinister murmur, “I have decided: we will marry, Adam. Before the end of the month.”

The word hit Adam like a punch to the gut.

“Marriage?” he blurted out, incredulous. “In a month?”

Lucifer met his gaze, his expression unyielding, a challenge hidden within those bloody depths.

“Yes,” he said with calm assurance. “I can’t risk you trying to run away again. If we marry, you won’t just be able to leave like that.”

Adam frowned deeply, a surge of anger mixing with confusion. “I’m not a pet! I’m definitely not YOUR pet! You can’t treat me like this!”

Lucifer chuckled, a cruel sound that echoed through the candlelit room.

“Of course I can,” he replied, his grin widening, revealing those sharp teeth.

“You belong to me. No, you’re not my pet,” he continued, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You’re my wife. One way or another, I’m taking back what is mine.”

Adam's breath quickened, a rising sense of fear coursing through him.

“You can’t force me into this!” he shouted, desperate for his voice to pierce through the veil of terror that enveloped him.

“Oh, but I can.” Lucifer leaned back, a glint of amusement in his eye. “Unless you think you can take me on?”

The challenge hung in the air, thick with tension.

Adam’s eyes widened as he met Lucifer’s fierce gaze, and slowly, he shook his head, realizing the futility of resistance. He glanced over Lucifer’s demonic form again, the wings stretching impossibly wide, sharp horns jutting menacingly, and the blood-red eyes burning into his soul.

“Didn’t think so,” Lucifer snorted, leaning forward once more, a predator revelling in the helplessness of his prey. “So, what will it be, Adam? Will you come willingly, or will I have to show you just how much power I truly hold over you?”

A shiver coursed through Adam’s body as he found himself at the mercy of the dark charm that had once captivated him. But this time, the allure was laced with danger, and he could feel the chasm of horror widening beneath him. He was trapped in a web of desire and fear, every heartbeat echoing with the knowledge that he might be powerless against the one he once loved.

Adam felt the sting of tears welling in his eyes, blurring his vision as he struggled to comprehend the creature before him. He looked deep into Lucifer’s glowing crimson gaze, his heart racing with panic and despair.

“You’re not Lucifer, are you?” he asked in a broken voice, each word heavy with disbelief.

Lucifer’s lips curled into a wide, malevolent smirk, revealing all of his sharp teeth, glinting in the flickering candlelight. “Oh, but I am, Adam. I am Lucifer.”

Adam shook his head vehemently, his resolve crumbling like ash in a fire.

“You can’t be Luci. Luci... h-he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me...” His voice trailed off, swallowed by the suffocating tension in the air.

Standing up slowly, Lucifer ran his clawed fingers delicately across the tabletop, a predator circling its prey. As he began to walk around the table towards Adam, his voice was smooth and beguiling. “Adam, I’m not doing this to hurt you. I love you. That’s why I’m so desperate to keep you from leaving me again.”

Adam rubbed his tears away, determination flickering in his chest.

“You can’t be Luci,” he repeated, his voice shaking as he faced the demon with fierce defiance. “I don’t believe you. Where is my Luci?”

Gentle, clawed fingers caressed Adam’s chin, tilting his head up to meet Lucifer’s gaze.

“Oh, Addie,” Lucifer purred, the darkness in his voice a chilling contrast to the softness of his touch. “You’re right. I’m not Lucifer but I am Lucifer at the same time.”

The confession hung in the air, a heavy shroud of revelation that wrapped around Adam’s mind, suffocating and intoxicating.

“What does that mean?” he stammered, a flicker of fear igniting within him.

Lucifer leaned closer, his breath hot against Adam’s skin, his long, silky tail beginning to sway with an eerie grace behind him.

“I possessed your Luci,” he explained, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I was nice enough to share this body with him.”

Adam gasped, horror creeping into his veins. “Is... is Luci still in there?”

Lucifer hummed softly, a sinister melody that wrapped around Adam like a velvet noose. He leaned in closer, whispering, “No, my sweet Addie. He’s gone. You see, we’ve merged into one, both of us wanting you.”

A chill swept through Adam as the reality of Lucifer’s words settled in. The remnants of his beloved Luci were lost to the darkness that had enveloped him.

“You’ve taken him from me,” Adam breathed, anguish colouring his tone. “You’ve taken everything.”

“Not everything, darling,” Lucifer purred, his voice honeyed yet sharp. “You still have me.”

His gaze pierced through Adam, drawing him in with a magnetic pull that was both terrifying and captivating. “And I’m going to keep you. Forever.”

Adam felt the tears spill over, warm and heavy as they trailed down his cheeks. The man he had loved, the soft-hearted angel who had once held him close, was gone, replaced by something darker, something that made his heart race with fear and longing.  

“This isn’t love,” he whispered, trembling under the weight of reality.

Lucifer chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated in Adam’s chest. “Oh, but it is, Addie. Love is a powerful force. And you, my dear, will learn to embrace it.”

The candles flickered violently, shadows dancing around them as if the very essence of darkness was rejoicing in Lucifer’s return. Adam felt trapped in a web spun from desire and dread, knowing he was but a thread in Lucifer’s grand design, unable to escape the clutches of a love that had transformed into something monstrous.

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the first of my pieces for the MDZS reverse big bang! i'm very excited to read what Zer0Two, my author, has cooked up! and you should be too! in fact i'm gonna go read it RIGHT NOW

you KNOW i had to throw in that book club energy, i made a promise to myself to be wild and include wen chao in every event i join :p

[id: an illustration of a modern take on wen chao, jiang cheng and mianmian. the three are walking along a path at a park during sundown, with trees and grass to their sides and a blue and gold sky behind them. each is accompanied by dogs; an ornate wen chao, who has his hair slicked back and is wearing a red t-shirt with white pants, has a large gray dog with a spiked collar, who is walking without a leash and eyeing jiang cheng's dogs, four small orange pomeranians. jiang cheng is wearing black pants, a light purple turtleneck and a purple varsity jacket with gold buttons and a gold snake pattern. he is holding a purple leash with little pawprints on it, which splits into four- the dogs have collars, but they are impossible to see under all their fur. he wears a clarity bell as a necklace. behind them, mianmian is holding a little rat terrier in her arms. she is wearing a black jacket with a pink heart on the sleeve, a layered pink dress, striped pink stockings and black boots. her earring is shaped like a skull. she is smiling in disbelief at the scene ahead, in which wen chao appears to be bragging about something while jiang cheng raises a single bemused brow to the right of him. /end id]

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Y'all I have Thoughts about wither skeleton (hybrid?) q!Missa:

Death/skeleton aesthetic!! (Death Duo my beloved)

Wither-dust-like markings on face/body to make him look more ~spooky skeleton~ (For the face, I'm thinking in patterns like Día de Muertos make-up.)

Empty sockets with little, bright blue soulfires for eyes.

Thin/bony/skeletal hands with that lovely little black->skintone gradient from fingertips->elbows

If he shakes around, he makes a faint rattling noise. No one knows exactly where in his body it's coming from, least of all him.

Great with sword but frankly AWFUL with a bow. (Phil teases him relentlessly for this.)

Cold to the touch! This is because he has a very, VERY low-grade withering effect to everything he touches, which saps only warmth (not life) from others.

He DOES have the ability to wither others tho, so watch out >.>

When angry/upset, wither dust starts collecting around him in clouds until he's just a looming fog of death. (His soulfire eyes burn through the darkness like headlights and it is TERRIFYING.)

Loves the hot weather on the island! Somehow, it feels like home. He has a very high heat tolerance, and he wears cloaks/thick layers all day every day; meanwhile, warm-blooded mammal Phil---with his big black heat-absorbing wings---is dying. (Missa teases him relentlessly for this.)

Fucking PETRIFIED of dogs. Like, primal fear. He will full-on Scooby-Doo jump into Phil's arms at the sight of a pomeranian.

Wither skeletons learn to fight with weapons when they're very young, which is why Missa was so quick to give newly-adopted Chayanne a sword. He's very proud of his little warrior <3

If he holds bones/dead matter in his hands and concentrates hard enough, he can turn it into pure soul sand. This is great for making long-burning torches, camp fires, etc.

I might come back and add more! Feel free to share any ideas you might have :D Wither skeleton q!Missa lives rent free in my head.

[coleaep]

First of all……his hand in this gif is making me weak…

In the morning

Warnings: none;)

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My eyes flickered as I woke up. The sun was bright through the white curtains, giving the room a yellow glow. I look over at the weight on my body. Kurt was peacefully sleeping. His arm clung around me and his head was in my neck. Our small Pomeranian laid in between us.

I laid still for a moment, just brushing my fingers through his blonde hair. At some point him and the dog both woke up and Kurt hummed at the feeling of the head scratch. "Hi", I whispered. He uses his arms for balance on either side of me as he comes up to kiss me, "Morning" he smiles.

"You want some breakfast?" He asks and I nod, smiling at his cute expression. He get off the bed and slips on a jumper and a pit of long shorts, his slippers I had bought him next. And he heads out to the kitchen, Millie following after him. 

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I few minutes after he leaves I finally get up, changing from Kurt's small pair of boxers and my sports bra, to Kurt's black and red sweater and a pair of my ripped old jeans.

"Nice outfit" he smirks as I walk over to where he's leaned up against the counter. I lean into him and kiss him slowly putting my hand in his chest. "Thanks" I whisper, my hand trails down his chest before I make my way to the peace of toast with a soft layer of butter spread over it. "If your attempting to get me hard..it's working" he jokes making his way to the living room, I soon follow after him.

I sit in his lap and put my arm around his neck his hand rests on my leg. Whilst sits there going over his new lyrics I braid his hair. I knew that he liked it as he always told me he did. The hand of his that was on my leg was holding the paper with the lyrics on it and his other was in my lower back.

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I giggled having finished the braids that I was working on, two braids with two little strands of hair out the front of his face. “You look so pretty” I smile at him, trying to hold in giggles. “You look so pretty” he retorts.

“I like it” I refer to his song. “Thanks baby”, he kisses my cheek and puts down the piece of paper. “Come over here” he jesters to his lap and obey putting my legs on either side of his.

I brush his hair out of his face before his grabs hold on my hand and kiss the top of it. I watch as he slips of one his small sliver rings and slides it on my ring finger.

“I love you” he says gently. “I love you to, pretty”, I smile.

Very short but I don’t really have anything else in mind so feel free to request;)

[elliethefroggy]

(Based on this prompt)

“You taste like how wet dogs smell,” Chiara complained, retching into the pink bucket they usually reserved for cleaning. She was sitting her coffin, head close to disappearing within the bucket so as to avoid any unwanted spillage. The satin lining her coffin was a bitch to clean after all.

“OK. First, rude. Second, that makes no fucking sense,” Devin said, standing in the doorway of the dark room, his large bulk blocking out most of the light from the hallway, the smell emanating from the bucket keeping him well away.

“You gave me food poisoning!” She hissed at him, fangs extended, eyes blood red.

“You tried to eat me!” Devin squawked back, hands raised in exasperation.

“I only wanted a snack,” Chiara moaned in between retches.

“That’s what the blood bags are for.”

“But they never taste as nice,” she spat out the last of her bile into the bucket. Amazing how much vomit such a small person can expel. “It’s not like I would have killed you,” and then under her breath, “Maybe.”

“Heard that.”

“Stupid werewolf hearing,” she muttered to herself and, subsequently, to the werewolf.

“No,” Devin said, “You’re just a terrible whisperer.”

Chiara hissed again, fangs gleaming under what little of the hallway light managed to sneak past Devin’s mass.

Devin was unimpressed. It’s hard to be intimidated by a vampire cowering her coffin because she’s got a bit of a tummy ache.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Chiara said, making sure to infuse as much betrayal in her voice as she could.

“Honestly, I thought you knew. I mean, what the fuck do you think I was doing every full moon?”

“I don’t know. I just thought you were PMSing or something.”

“PMSing?” Devin asked, more bewildered than exasperated now.

“Some people’s cycles can get very violent,” Chiara said defensively.

“I don’t think going into the woods to slaughter innocent rabbits to satiate one’s bloodlust is a very common symptom of PMS.”

“Goes to show how much you know,” Chiara huffed and finally done retching, placed the pink bucket on her coffin-side table.

She bundled herself up under layers and layers of deep red blankets, not dissimilar in colour to the blood red satin of her black, ornate coffin which paired nicely with the red and black floral wallpaper. Chiara had a theme and she stuck with it admirably.

“Though that would explain all the raw steaks you consume,” Chiara said, after a moment’s reflection, “And your hatred of the postman.”

“Maybe if Rony were better at his job, I wouldn’t need to hate him.”

Chiara sat up suddenly, dozens of blankets pooling into her lap.

“Wait. Are you the one who’s been digging holes in the garden?”

Devin thought about defending himself, thought about outright lying, but he’d never been very good at that, “I needed somewhere to bury all my bones,” he finally admitted.

“You arsehole! You blamed it on the neighbour’s pomeranian.”

“Sprinkles is hardly innocent; she is an equal participant in the excavation work.”

Chiara was about to retort before she leaned over the coffin, only just managing to get her head over the bucket in time for more fluid to spew out of her mouth.

She groaned as dramatically as she could in her state, and threw her covers over herself, burrowing into the fabric until there was nothing but her deep red eyes and a thin sliver of her pale face—paler than usual—peaking out.

Devin did feel a bit bad about the whole thing, mostly because Chiara was looking especially pathetic and especially small in her oversized coffin (she needed the XL coffin because, apparently, she liked to stretch out during her slumber; Devin thought she just liked to be ostentatious).

“Why don’t I go and find you a nice human you can eat? Would that make you feel better?” Devin asked.

“It might,” she said, her voice muffled. She peered out from underneath the blanket. “Could you get me a type O+?”

“Okay. Type O+.”

“And a virgin?” She asked, pushing her luck.

“Alright, a virgin,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

He turned away and made to close to the door only to stop when her small voice emanated once again from the pile of blankets.

“Could you clean the bucket before you go?”

“Of course,” Devin stepped into the room, breathing through his mouth.

[sevenfails]

Rating: not cute.

This dog is a Pomeranian. Pomeranians are double-coated dogs; their distinctive coat consists of a layer of long, flowing hair at the top, and shorter, fluffier undercoat at the bottom. It protects their extremely sensitive skin from the elements, and can both cool them down in the summer and warm them up in the winter.

When grooming a Pomeranian, it is extremely important to never cut their hair so short that it damages the undercoat. You should only ever gently trim the top coat. The undercoat does not regenerate the way the top coat does; this adorable little guy's coat may never grow back. Damaging the undercoat exposes the Pom's sensitive skin to sunlight, significantly raising the risk of skin cancer. It also makes them more sensitive to heat, raising the risk of heatstroke. But most of all, repeatedly damaging the undercoat like this is the leading cause of the "black skin disease": an illness that causes the Pom's hair to fall out in large patches, as the skin underneath turns black.

This Pom is indeed the bestest, most well behaved dog ever - but he is being harmed.

one of the best haircut videos i have seen (via)

[mochithealchemist]

Chapter six about that silly dog

Oats swiveled his head to see a beautiful husky. Her fur was spritzed with a layer of dirt and her face held an obstinate shit-eating grin. She stood confidently blocking the duo’s way out of the alley. To her side a small pomeranian yapped with excitement. They both looked to be the same age as Oats and Cran and carried themselves like delinquents. 

“Oh come on. Do you really think we haven't noticed how much money you have whiskers”

The husky jeered at Cran, who scowled in response.

“You think I can’t smell the dye they use in those-.”

Cran interrupted her with a violent hiss. The pomeranian stopped its constant growls and yips. 

“I’ll claw your eyes out and sew them back on your butt where they belong.”

Cran’s fur started to rise, making the kitten twice her original size. Oats was completely flabbergasted by his friend's display of barbarity. His eyes darted from cran to their assailants like a nervous pendulum. Cran was inching forward claws out. 

Without thinking Oats hoisted Cran by the skin of her neck and bolted away from the strangers. His paws slammed against the crumbled concrete of the alleyway running like he had never before. Cran seemed at a loss for action or words and simply hung limp in Oat’s jaw. The husky and her friend did not seem alright with Oat’s escape. He could hear their animalistic yipping as if they were some type of wild animal. 

“Hey, I had em doofus!” 

Cran shouted as Oats leaped over a pile of detritus. 

“MHMN!”

Oats tried to answer without realizing that his mouth was occupied. He hadn't run anywhere near this fast in a while. He hoped he could keep up the chase until they could find some help. Wait, was he lost? Oats looked around searching for a recognizable landmark in the barren street but his memory came up empty.

“Turn left TURN LEFT!”

Cran screamed as Oats almost missed his turn. He swerved into a more populated road greeting everyone there with his conflict. 

“Keep running ivory picker!”

The Husky shouted. The expletive “ivory picker” was nowhere in Oat’s vocabulary but he guessed it wasn't a nice thing to say. As oats galloped feverishly into newer and more familiar parts of the city he could hear his assailants were falling behind. They were escaping not because they asked for help but because Oats had put in the effort and ran. He felt very happy about this fact. With one last turn, Oats lost the husky and her minion. He dropped Cran and panted heavily.

“What was that?! I had those geeks!”

Cran angrily spat at Oats.

“Cran, you’re the size of a can of beans. Also, what would have happened if you did beat them? Hmmm. Oh, I'm sorry officer, they wanted my money so I clawed their eyes out and attached them to their butts.”

Oats was too tired to be worried about Crann’s disapproval. He hated to be mean but It was clear she needed a reality check. 

“Fuck the cops. What are the Pinkertons gonna do, huh? I’d leap on the first one's face and take all his teeth. Then I’d throw them like ninja stars at the other one and they’d explode!”

Cran jumped around playing out her power fantasy for Oats who was starting to realize just how much energy his new friend had. He would have criticized her use of expletives but was way too pooped to care. With nothing else to do, he started laughing. It had been such a strange day. Before this, when he lived in the small farming village with his father, he would have never had a day this eventful. Oats was consumed with joy. He felt open and in the moment. He felt like nothing stressful had happened. Any responsibility he had was cut from his memory. His momentary joy was even enough for him to almost forget about his kitchen window. As the thought crossed his mind Oats snapped back into focus. The amount of fun he had today didn't change the fact that he was in for a world of trouble when he got home. His expression soured. Cran, who had stopped her violent bouncing around noticed Oat's demeanor. 

“Hey, everything's gonna be cool ok.”

Cran said comfortably. Oats appreciated Cran’s care but it didn't do anything to change his mood. He stood up straight to his full height startling Cran. Typically Oats was in a constant state of awkward anxiety which caused him to shrink into himself. In reality, he was very tall for his age. With a deep breath, Oats made a silent promise to himself.

“Everything will be fine when I get home.”

The affirmation was not true at all but Oats was a good liar. 

“Cran.”

Oats turned to Cran in a professional sort of way. 

“Thank you so much for showing me around Houndsburg.”

“You're welcome, dude.”

Cran met Oat’s stark professionalism with a casual attitude that deflated his ego. Even so, he was thankful for meeting Cran. He hoped that they could hang out tomorrow if he wasn't grounded.

“Well, I should be going. My dad will most likely think someone robbed the house. I should probably explain what happened to the window.”

“Good luck with that man. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?  I can show you my trebuchet!”

“That sounds fun. I'll ask my dad if I can come but I'm not sure he'll let me after today.”

Cran looked ashamed.

“I can help you break it to him if you want. I mean I broke the window.”

“I doubt that would work but if your there he’ll be less mad. Are you sure you don't mind?”

“Pphht what are friends for doofus”

The duo decided who would say what to make Barley less mad and shifted through the streets of Houndsburg to the Cane household. 

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Chapter Four: "Kaleidoscope of Chaos": A Yandere Kim Taehyung Story

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Plus size female, yandere.

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Warning: does contain yandere themes and therefore some sensitive content. Also of you are under 18 please leave as this will contain some mature themes. Obviously, I dont BTS nor do I think Taehyung would exhibit this type of behavior. It's purely a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy and come along for the journey.

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Also, this will contain a mixture of written text as well as edits, fake social media and fake texts. I personally enjoy them and I think they add another layer to my content so I like to include them.

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Jess looked around as Taehyung entered the passcode to his apartment in Gangnam and opened the door for her.

It was clear that he had beautiful taste and was clearly a man of luxury.

From the beautiful paintings to the colors he had chosen for his home.

It was elegant and minimalistic in in essence but there were definite features that showcased bits of his personality.

She noted with a rush of affection, he did have an adorable collection of plushies decorating his couch.

"Welcome home." he said and she giggled.

"Why thank you, kind sir. Where is this noble guard dog of yours?" she asked, politely slipping off her sparkly pink boots beside his.

Taehyung smiled as he took in the equally bright socks.

One a lime green with pink stripes and the other a neon yellow with electric blue dots.

"He's probably sleeping." he said fondly. "He does that as much as he can. He's a old fellow and has had some health problems over the years. But he has a good life and doesn't want for anything. Well, except if you're eating something then he most certainly wants for that."

She snorted, "He and Poseidon must be kindred spirits. That little ducker wants everything I eat... regardless of the fact that he hates EVERYTHING."

"You want to see him?" he asked.

"Yes but I also don't want to disturb him." she said.

"Nah, it's ok. Don't worry. He loves petting so he'll be perfectly content to lay there while you pet him." he said turning to look for the pomeranian.

Jess followed along behind as he led her into the bedroom to find the dog nestled up on the bed.

"Tannie..." Taehyung said as he laid down beside the dog in the plushness of the bedding.

The tuft of black and brown opened one glossy dark eye at him and rolled over.

Taehyung smiled at Jess over his shoulder and patted the bed beside him, "Come on. He doesn't bite. "

She smiled softly and crawled up on the other side to sit beside the tiny dog, her hands threading through his fluffy fur.

Yeontan immediately rolled into her and snuggled against her thigh.

"See. He likes you." Taehyung said, smiling fondly up at her.

"My life is complete. I can die happy." she said, gently scratching behind his ears. "Jesus, I'm ready. Come take me away."

"Now, now." Taehyung smiled. "I've only just met you. You can't go yet."

She winked at him cheekily, "Would you miss me?"

"Very much." he said seriously.

"Aw, shucks, Tae. You know how to make a girl blush." she said playfully but he didn't miss the rosiness of her cheeks.

"I'd apologize but I'm not sorry. You look beautiful blushing." he said.

Jess swallowed the lump in her throat.

Taehyung was definitely handsome it was more than that.

He had this big, wide dark eyes that just sucked her in.

His gaze was rather intense and she found it increasingly difficult to look away.

But the smile growing on his face told her she was getting redder by the second.

She cleared her throat and finally broke their gaze.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Anything." he said.

"How come you didn't just tell me to fuck off?" she asked bluntly.

He laughed a bit, mostly out of shock.

She always seemed to say exactly what was on her mind, no matter how colorful the language might be.

"Because you caught my attention." he answered. "It was the way that you text. It was free, like you'd known me your whole life. There wasn't the usual awkwardness. It was like two seconds in and you treated me like we were friends."

"Kindness is free." she shrugged. "Besides, strangers are only strangers for a few seconds if you think about it. They don't have to stay strangers. And you never know what being nice to someone can do for their day."

"But I don't think it's you being nice." he said. "I think that's just your nature."

She shrugged, "Maybe so. It's bit me in the ass more than once. I am, admittedly, a little too trusting at times. I've ended up getting the short end of the stick in that equation on more than one occasion."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he sat up and leaned against the headboard.

She shrugged a shoulder, "Well, sometimes I think I've become fast friends with someone and it's just not that way. I'm very open. A little too open probably. And I feel connections rather quickly... but that also means that I show who I am. Sometimes I forget that not everyone actually vibes with me. I have a bit of a jarring personality and I get that it's not for everyone. I'm a lot and I know it."

"Well, fuck them." he said shocking her a little.

"I didn't mean it like it's their fault." she giggled.

"Well, fuck them anyway." He said. "You're perfect. I love your personality. I mean, I'm not blind. I can see that you're gorgeous but until today I didn't have any idea what you looked like and I was already captivated with you. I love how you think and the way you talk. I'm grateful that you are the way you are. You were open with me and now I can't imagine not talking to you everyday. So to hell with anyone who can't appreciate that. You're special."

Jess tilted her head as a smile crossed her lips.

She leaned forward and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"You're pretty special yourself, Tae. Thank you for being so nice to me and inviting me into your home. I didn't say it earlier but it is lovely by the way. You have beautiful taste." she said. "I like that light by the way. It makes me think of Saturn."

She glanced at the hanging orb with rings floating around it but he didn't.

He was too busy admiring how the light brought out of amber flecks swimming in the sea of green that was her hazel eyes.

"Do you want to take a nap with me?" he asked suddenly.

Her brows lifted, "A nap?"

"Yeah." he said. "Or maybe we just lay here for a bit. I just really want to cuddle with you if that's ok. I'm not really sleepy. I'm just looking for an excuse to hold you if you want me to be completely honest."

"I don't guess you need an excuse." she laughed. "I actually feel like I can trust you. That's the only reason I decided to come back with you today. Which I realize is nuts. I mean, you could just as easily lock me in a room and never let me go."

She dissolved into a fit of giggles at the ridiculous idea.

Taehyung joined her but there was a moment as that crossed his mind that that didn't seem like such a bad idea.

He pushed it aside quickly and fell back onto the bed, opening his arms to her.

As she snuggled into his chest with a little giggle, a disturbing thought cross Taehyung's mind.

'I'd do anything to keep her with me forever.....'

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[elliethefroggy]

“You taste like how wet dogs smell,” Chiara complained, retching into the pink bucket they usually reserved for cleaning. She was sitting her coffin, head close to disappearing within the bucket so as to avoid any unwanted spillage. The satin lining her coffin was a bitch to clean after all.

“OK. First, rude. Second, that makes no fucking sense,” Devin said, standing in the doorway of the dark room, his large bulk blocking out most of the light from the hallway, the smell emanating from the bucket keeping him well away.

“You gave me food poisoning!” She hissed at him, fangs extended, eyes blood red.

“You tried to eat me!” Devin squawked back, hands raised in exasperation.

“I only wanted a snack,” Chiara moaned in between retches.

“That’s what the blood bags are for.”

“But they never taste as nice,” she spat out the last of her bile into the bucket. Amazing how much vomit such a small person can expel. “It’s not like I would have killed you,” and then under her breath, “Maybe.”

“Heard that.”

“Stupid werewolf hearing,” she muttered to herself and, subsequently, to the werewolf.

“No,” Devin said, “You’re just a terrible whisperer.”

Chiara hissed again, fangs gleaming under what little of the hallway light managed to sneak past Devin’s mass.

Devin was unimpressed. It’s hard to be intimidated by a vampire cowering her coffin because she’s got a bit of a tummy ache.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Chiara said, making sure to infuse as much betrayal in her voice as she could.

“Honestly, I thought you knew. I mean, what the fuck do you think I was doing every full moon?”

“I don’t know. I just thought you were PMSing or something.”

“PMSing?” Devin asked, more bewildered than exasperated now.

“Some people’s cycles can get very violent,” Chiara said defensively.

“I don’t think going into the woods to slaughter innocent rabbits to satiate one’s bloodlust is a very common symptom of PMS.”

“Goes to show how much you know,” Chiara huffed and finally done retching, placed the pink bucket on her coffin-side table.

She bundled herself up under layers and layers of deep red blankets, not dissimilar in colour to the blood red satin of her black, ornate coffin which paired nicely with the red and black floral wallpaper. Chiara had a theme and she stuck with it admirably.

“Though that would explain all the raw steaks you consume,” Chiara said, after a moment’s reflection, “And your hatred of the postman.”

“Maybe if Rony were better at his job, I wouldn’t need to hate him.”

Chiara sat up suddenly, dozens of blankets pooling into her lap.

“Wait. Are you the one who’s been digging holes in the garden?”

Devin thought about defending himself, thought about outright lying, but he’d never been very good at that, “I needed somewhere to bury all my bones,” he finally admitted.

“You arsehole! You blamed it on the neighbour’s pomeranian.”

“Sprinkles is hardly innocent; she is an equal participant in the excavation work.”

Chiara was about to retort before she leaned over the coffin, only just managing to get her head over the bucket in time for more fluid to spew out of her mouth.

She groaned as dramatically as she could in her state, and threw her covers over herself, burrowing into the fabric until there was nothing but her deep red eyes and a thin sliver of her pale face—paler than usual—peaking out.

Devin did feel a bit bad about the whole thing, mostly because Chiara was looking especially pathetic and especially small in her oversized coffin (she needed the XL coffin because, apparently, she liked to stretch out during her slumber; Devin thought she just liked to be ostentatious).

“Why don’t I go and find you a nice human you can eat? Would that make you feel better?” Devin asked.

“It might,” she said, her voice muffled. She peered out from underneath the blanket. “Could you get me a type O+?”

“Okay. Type O+.”

“And a virgin?” She asked, pushing her luck.

“Alright, a virgin,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

He turned away and made to close to the door only to stop when her small voice emanated once again from the pile of blankets.

“Could you clean the bucket before you go?”

“Of course,” Devin stepped into the room, breathing through his mouth.

You are a werewolf and you are an expert at living among humans undetected. You are so good, that a vampire thought you were an ordinary human and bit you.

[heroinejinx]

‘I’m nothing if not self-aware.’ - Advices and Vices, part 4 of ? (CaitJinx Modern AU)

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Okay, this chapter got a bit dark, and you should probably expect things to get darker before they can improve :( 

TW: mature content - themes of BPD & complex PTSD, explicit drug use

(4,237 words)

Doctor Heimerdinger’s office had changed drastically in the time that Jinx had been his patient. She liked to round off each session by gifting him a little drawing, usually scribbled in biro while she waffled out a stream of consciousness and he listened attentively. It had become a ritual of sorts. The wall behind his tweed armchair, in which he sat every time, transformed from a bland, blank slate, to a glorious smorgasbord of silly sketches. She looked upon them with pride. Each doodle held a memory. Like the one of him as a fluffy Pomeranian-human-hybrid, the one that started it all. She just couldn’t help it; his short stature and excessive facial hair sent her imagination into overdrive.

Plus, after their first few sessions, she realised she couldn’t talk about anything of substance without the distraction. He accepted it for what it was and allowed her to continue uninhibited.

Most other professionals she’d seen over the years weren’t so kind. In fact, they’d all given up on her after just a few weeks. People with her particular concoction of issues rarely lasted in therapy, but Heimy was a little trooper. It made him precious to her. Made her feel understood. Fortnight after fortnight, she spewed out the darkest, ugliest parts of her, and thanks to him, she barely felt self-conscious about it anymore.

The Caitlyn thing, though… that had proven trickier to navigate.

‘How are you today, Jinx?’ Heimerdinger enquired as they both made themselves comfortable.

His moustache flopped when he spoke, and she held back a giggle.

He asked the same thing in the same tone every time; this outwardly banal question with layers of inner meaning. The predictability of it eased her into the session, like dipping her toes into a hot bath before submerging her body. Another ritual of theirs, she supposed.

Did he have the same approach with his other patients, the same ritual, or did he switch up depending on the vibe of the individual? Asking him would’ve crossed a line, but she often wondered.

There were tonnes of questions she wished she could ask him, but patients weren’t supposed to form those kinds of attachments. He wasn’t there as a friend. He wasn’t meant to matter to her as much as he did.

‘Scale of one to ten?’ He prompted.

‘Uhhh…’ She weighed her answer carefully. ‘Like, a five.’

‘A five?’ He arched a bushy brow and jotted something down in his notebook. ‘Why’s that?’

‘It’s an average day for me, I guess,’ she said. ‘Not really feeling one way or the other, just… slap bang in the middle.’

‘Well, that’s a positive step,’ he replied. ‘One up from last week’s four.’

‘Yep,’ she grinned.

‘What’s changed over these past two weeks that might’ve balanced things out for you?’

‘I dunno,’ she said. ‘I guess I just, um… I’m still numb, but I guess I’m used to it now, y’know?’

‘Alright,’ he said. ‘Talk me through that.’

‘What? The numbness?’

‘Yes, if you please.’

Her hands itched for something to do. She stretched and shook them out, balled them into fists, clicked her knuckles.

‘Here.’ Heimerdinger retrieved a black pen and a stack of multicoloured post-it notes from his desk drawer and handed them to her. ‘Idle hands, as they say.’

‘Thanks,’ she smiled and quickly graced the top post-it with a squiggly line to make sure the pen worked. Success. She had no idea what to draw, but…

‘Do continue when you’re ready,’ he encouraged.

She tore off the ruined post-it and started afresh. Tapped her pen to conjure thought. It cleared her mind a little, enough to speak.

‘I feel nothing,’ she said. ‘But I know it’s not a real nothing. It’s a lie.’

‘A lie?’

‘Yeah,’ she nodded shortly. ‘To stop it hurting when I think about it.’ Every hit of the pen against the paper reverberated in her mind. ‘It’s all I think about.’ She couldn’t even think of what to draw. All she could think about was it. ‘That night. I keep replaying everything that happened… I care, y’know, I just conned myself into believing otherwise. I split.’

‘Why do you think you had a splitting episode, Jinx?’

‘We’ve covered this.’

‘I know,’ he said. ‘But I’m curious to hear today’s answer.’

‘Okay, uh…’ What the fuck could she say on the subject that she hadn’t already? ‘Same as before, I guess. I have this belief, this fear, that people are gonna leave me. Everyone I know. Even you, even though you’re paid to be in my life. It’s not logical, like, at all, but I can’t shake it… I think when Caitlyn and I were, y’know, playing around, it triggered that fear, so I just…’

She shook her head. Ashamed.

‘At the time, a part of me knew what was happening, but I couldn’t stop it. One second, I looked at Caitlyn and I saw this… this dangerously sexy, beautiful woman in my bed… and I adored her. I felt vulnerable with her. Like I could be myself. And the next thing I knew, I couldn’t stand to be around her anymore.’

A frown formed at the memory.

‘The thought, the fear, that I’m a bad person, that I’d be bad for Caitlyn, that being with me would hurt her, it just… I freaked out and devalued the whole thing… to protect myself, I guess, because… Because if I’m so terrible, hurting her is inevitable, right? And if I hurt her, she’ll leave me, and then I’ll get hurt too, so… might as well get there first while it’s in my control.’

‘Hmm… some excellent insight, Jinx,’ Heimerdinger assured.

‘Well, I’m nothing if not self-aware,’ she joked, but it didn’t land.

‘Quite,’ he said. ‘And a different answer from last time, too.’

‘It was?’

‘Absolutely,’ he said. ‘You’ve never described what you experience as fear, nor as illogical, before. Why the change, do you think?’

‘Because it’s stupid,’ she huffed. ‘My brain’s stupid; it’s a clusterfuck. It’s all raw emotion and trauma, constant fear. Nothing fucking logical occurs in here—’ she tapped a finger to her temple— ‘unless it’s engineering-related.’

Heimerdinger gave a short grin. ‘How might a more logical, less intimidating, approach to the situation look for you?’

‘Fuck if I know,’ she said. ‘Caitlyn’s never gonna forgive me for how I treated her, and why should she? I don’t… I don’t think there’s really a situation to go back to.’

‘What if she’s already forgiven you?’

‘Pfft,’ she said. ‘No way; she’s too stubborn for that. Plus, she hasn’t texted or called. Don’t you think she would’ve by now?’

‘Maybe she’s waiting for you to reach out first? To be vulnerable with her again.’

‘Nah,’ Jinx dismissed.

She couldn’t afford to entertain that idea for a second longer than she already had. The thought that one simple sorry could’ve squashed the issue while Caitlyn was still in her bed all those months ago was too much to take.

‘She wants nothing to do with me,’ she insisted. ‘I fucked it up. It’s done.’

‘Well, Jinx,’ Heimerdinger considered, ‘shoe on the other foot, would you forgive her?’

‘I dunno,’ she said. ‘Maybe... if she grovelled.’

With a groan, she dropped her pen and her head fell between her hands.

‘I know what you’re gonna say,’ she chuckled in despair, staring at the minuscule fibres of the neon pink post-it. ‘We’re all worthy of forgiveness, Jinx. Even weird goblins like you. And then, I’ll say, aww, Heimy, that’s so sweet, but we both know I’m a particularly gruesome case.’

Heimerdinger spared a gruff snicker for Jinx’s little show.

‘See, Heimy,’ she dropped the act as she continued. ‘Nobody forgives a Jinx.’

‘I’m not so sure that’s true,’ he countered. ‘Perhaps if you gave Caitlyn the opportunity, the outcome would surprise you.’

‘Yeah. It’d be worse.’

‘You can’t know that Jinx, no one can,’ he said softly. ‘What��s stopping you from finding out, one way or the other?’

‘You’re the therapist; you tell me.’

‘Psychiatrist,’ he corrected.

‘Same diff.’

‘What’s stopping you, Jinx?’ He repeated the question, pressing for a non-sarcastic answer.

‘Duh,’ she huffed. ‘I’m terrified.’

‘What might you lose?’

Nothing. Everything.

‘Or, conversely, what might you stand to gain?’

What might she gain…? What did she even want to gain?

It was pointless. She and Caitlyn would never have worked, not with all their history. Better to write her off as a stranger and get on with her life.

Except, she couldn’t. At all. Three fucking months since their night together and she hadn’t gotten on with a single fucking thing.

‘Relationships are a daunting voyage to embark upon,’ Heimerdinger pondered. ‘There are few things in life more painful than rejection, romantic or otherwise, and yet it’s part of the human experience to pine for such connections… to pine for the things, the people, that have the power to hurt us most.’

‘Ya don’t say, doc,’ she retorted. ‘Maybe I should become a nun, y’know? Embrace an alternative lifestyle… Get all spiritual, or whatever… Could be fun.’

An idea sparked. She picked up her pen and began drawing a cartoon nun in one of those black and white robes with the weird hats. What were those called, again? Winkles?

Wimples!

‘Mm-hmm,’ Heimerdinger hummed and twitched his nose, jotted something else down in his notebook. He always did that. ‘And might this… alternative lifestyle you speak of… simply be another mode of avoidance?’

‘Of fucking course, it is,’ Jinx snorted mid-sketch. ‘But what else am I supposed to do? Join the circus? Go travelling? Always wanted to see Demacia, I guess. Or Ionia, maybe. Could be kinda perfect, actually. I don’t know a soul in Ionia… well, I used to, but he’s probably in an asylum by now.’ She looked up at Heimerdinger and beamed. ‘Whaddaya say, Heimy? Could be a fresh start, right?’

He smiled, unconvinced.

‘Ah, but no…’ She shook her head. ‘They don’t have cuties like you in Ionia, do they?’

‘Jinx—’

‘I know, I know,’ she pouted. ‘It’s inappropriate to call you cute. Sorry.’

‘Apology accepted, thank you,’ he said, a little flustered. ‘But I was also going to remind you that issues like these aren’t so easily outrun. You can’t escape how you feel, Jinx. You need to face it.’

‘Okay, but short of getting wasted every day and moving to Ionia, I don’t know how to do that.’

‘All in good time,’ he assured. ‘You’ll get there if you do the work.’

‘Right. The work…’ She etched droopy brows and an upside-down smile onto the tiny nun. ‘All that fun work.’

‘There’s no rush,’ he said. ‘Most of the effort lies in showing up and talking with me. You’ve made a lot of progress.’

‘I had. Before.’

She scribbled over what she had drawn, turning the nun into a black void.

‘It’s not undone, Jinx. Progress doesn’t disappear after one hurdle.’

 ***

Jinx disappeared from therapy. 

The next fortnight came and went, and she didn’t show up. Nor for the session after that, nor the session after that. If she could’ve forced herself to go, she would’ve, but every time she tried, her body disobeyed.

After that last session, something within her dislodged and burst the dam. The numbness she’d grown accustomed to became infected. It left a raw and gaping wound. She felt everything. Every tiny, torturous thing. She couldn’t confront it, couldn’t stand to talk about it anymore. If not for her daily dose of antipsychotics, she might’ve done something seriously stupid.

She just needed some time. A break from reality.

 Three more months passed.

 Without Heimerdinger, she had no outlet for the pain and guilt she carried around. Not just for the Caitlyn and Vi shit storm she’d created for herself, but for every mistake she’d ever made. Every person she’d ever hurt. There were too many. She couldn’t even name them all.

She sat in her apartment with her countless, nameless ghosts for company. She fed them, and they mutated beneath her skin like the larvae of a botfly, waiting to hatch and tear their way out of her.

She would’ve done anything to make them shut up, to stop feeling them move within her. Anything to get out of her head. Her nerves were fried, her brain a mess of wires she couldn’t untangle. Couldn’t wade through.

The nightmares returned, as did her old habit of supplementing her prescribed medication with shimmer to pick her up, fade to knock her out, and sex with anyone who’d have her. 

Just when she thought she couldn’t feel any worse, her supply of extracurricular drugs ran dry. All she had left was weed. No more potions to help the time pass.

Fuck.

 Antsy for Dustin to arrive with the goods, she trudged down to her building’s lobby, not caring to change out of her days-old pyjamas or brush out her matted braids. While she waited, she stared in a daze at the security door that led outside. The summer sun shone bright and hot, stinging her bleary eyes. She blinked away and focused elsewhere.

A pile of mail had built up in her letterbox; she hadn’t checked it in at least a few weeks. As she shuffled over to empty the overflowing pigeonhole, a tap on the door lured her away.  

Dustin. Finally.

She jumped with glee and skipped across the stained linoleum floor, pressed the big green button that read ‘push to open.’ He greeted her with a sleazy grin and held up the bag of treats.

‘M’lady,’ he winked.

With a grin and a shiver of anticipation, she snatched the much-needed gear from his clutches and passed him a roll of cash. He briefly counted it and stuffed it into the pocket of his oversized hoodie.

‘Wanna come up and hang for a bit?’ She offered, not even trying to flirt. No need to expend the energy; he’d get the picture. They’d fooled around a bunch of times before.

‘Huh,’ he snickered and looked her up and down. ‘Another time.’

‘Busy day?’

‘Something like that,’ he said. ‘Later, Jinx. Have fun.’

He flipped her a peace sign and strode away. Whatever. His loss. The bounty she’d just bought was all she wanted, anyhow.

She squealed and turned back inside, stuffed the pile of letters into the bag and ran back up to her apartment with a new lease of life. Once inside with the door locked, she dug her pinkie finger into one of the baggies of glittering fuchsia shimmer and snorted the powder collected under her nail.

Fuck, she’d missed that rush. There was no feeling like it.

She spun around in an inelegant pirouette, giggling as her brain tingled and simmered. Soon, she’d be ablaze, ready to take on the world. Well, her demons, anyway.

She tossed the loot onto the coffee table and flopped giddily onto the sofa. The pile of letters eyed her, ready to be flicked through and organised. Maybe crafted into origami butterflies...

Humming a jaunty tune, she made a start: bills, bills, junk, bills, junk… Ooh, a baby pink envelope! Was it her birthday soon? She would’ve remembered that, right? What month was it?

As she opened it up and peaked inside, her heart spiked.

A pretty, floral invitation stared up at her, and there, written in fancy cursive, was the most bizarre collection of words she’d ever read:

 Jinx De Sousa,

We cordially invite you to the wedding

of

Violet Atlas McNeill and Seraphine Song.

 Her sister and her ex were getting married.

MARRIED.

Was she hallucinating?

What the fuck was going on?

Since when were they even dating? Last she knew, Seraphine had sworn herself to celibacy after one too many broken hearts (at least one of which was, admittedly, Jinx’s fault), and Vi was still in denial and refusing to sign the divorce papers. How the fuck had all of that changed in half a year?

Her limbs vibrated; teeth chattered. She slapped herself across the cheek and took another bump of shimmer.

She didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or scream or tear her hair out at the fucked-up karma of it all. Of course, Vi and Seraphine were together. After what she and Caitlyn did, it was only fair that the universe pulled such a twisted move.

But still, Vi and Seraphine, really? How did they meet? They didn’t even like the same places or activities. Sure, the lesbian community in Zaun and Piltover wasn’t huge, but there must’ve been some kind of outside influence that made them cross paths. A mutual friend, maybe?

Vi stayed at Ekko’s after the split. Were Ekko and Seraphine still friends? Could he have introduced them?

She considered texting him to find out, but then he’d try to make conversation and ask how she was and blah, blah, blah… She couldn’t handle Ekko’s concern right now. He had an uncanny knack of getting her to open up. Similar to Heimy in that way. Probably why he was her best friend. Definitely why she couldn’t stomach the thought of talking to him in her current state.

The questions wouldn’t stop bombarding her brain, fuelled by the shimmer. It had hit her harder than expected. She lit a joint to take the edge off the overstimulation.

After a deep breath and an even deeper toke, she realised what she had to do. For the first time in forever, she called her sister.

‘Powder!?’ Vi exclaimed as soon as she answered.

The choice of name made Jinx wince. Hearing Vi’s voice after so long felt like a dream, or one of her nightmares. She couldn’t decide. Maybe both.

‘Powder, is that really you? Are you okay? Are you in trouble?’

‘It’s Jinx,’ she corrected.

‘Right. Fuck—’ Vi cursed under her breath, telling herself off for the blunder.

Good. It was thoughtless.

‘Anyway, I’m fine,’ Jinx said, her tone slipping into little sister mode. ‘You don’t need to worry, I just, um…’ She tilted her head and stared sideways at the invitation strewn across the coffee table. ‘I got the invite.’

‘Oh, you did?’ Vi didn’t sound too thrilled. ‘Just now? Serrie sent them out like a month ago.’

Serrie?’ Ew.

‘It’s me, Vi,’ Jinx scoffed, half-regretting the call already. ‘I never check my mail.’

‘Right, of course you don’t,’ Vi conceded. ‘It’s all paperless and online nowadays.’

‘Yeahhhhh…’ Jinx flashed an exaggerated grimace for no one’s benefit but her own. ‘I don’t check online shit either.’

‘What? What about—’ Vi sighed heavily.

Jinx pictured her gripping the bridge of her nose and counting down from ten to calm herself, an old tactic from their childhood. A rogue giggle escaped her.

‘Heh, y’know what, doesn’t matter,’ Vi followed up. She definitely did the nose thing. ‘I’m just glad you’ve seen it. Finally.’

‘Yep,’ Jinx forced. ‘Finally.’

‘Serrie’ll be pleased, too,’ Vi said. ‘She was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna R.S.V.P.’

‘Oh, she was?’ Jinx mocked.

‘Yeah, she’s, uh… she’s excited, y’know. I mean, we both are.’

‘Uh huh. Very excitable, our Serrie.’

‘Right. She is.’

 …

 ‘Y’know what,’ Vi erupted into the awkward silence. ‘Now that I’ve got you on the phone, Serrie would kill me if I didn’t invite you to our party this weekend.’

‘Party?’

‘Our engagement party,’ Vi stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

‘You’re having an engagement party?’ Jinx balked, almost choking on her latest hit. ‘You? You hate parties.’

‘Well, they’re not my favourite,’ Vi conceded. ‘But you know Serrie. Any excuse to celebrate.’

‘So, we’re not sidestepping the fact that I know her then? Like know her, know her.’

‘Pow…’ Vi sighed. ‘Jinx.’

‘At long fucking last.’

‘Please don’t make a big thing of this. You and Serrie barely dated.’

‘Oh, is that the party line?’ Jinx scolded. ‘What about Caitlyn?’

She regretted it the second the question left her lips. Idiot.

‘Cait’s in the past,’ Vi said. ‘Actually, it was Serrie who helped me get over myself and sign those fricking papers. She and Ekko really kicked my ass into gear, y’know.’

‘So, you met through Ekko, as suspected.’

‘…I think Cait could’ve kissed her for that,’ Vi chuckled, not seeming to have heard Jinx’s comment about Ekko.

‘Ah, well. That was supposed to stay in my head, anyway.’

‘What?’ Vi asked, confused.

‘Wait!’ Jinx accidentally yelled as her mind barrelled into another question. ‘So, Cait knows about all this?’

‘Of course.’

‘And she’s okay with it?’

‘Of course,’ Vi insisted. ‘Why the hell wouldn’t she be?’

‘Oh, I don’t know, because it’s so sudden!?’

‘Not really,’ Vi said. ‘We’ve both moved on. We’re uh… trying to be friends now.’

‘Friends?’ Jinx couldn’t believe a word of it. ‘You’re trying to be friends? You and Cait? Caitlyn Kiramman, the woman you fucking obsessed over for almost a decade.’

‘It was six years.’

‘Whatever,’ Jinx rebuffed. ‘How the fuck are the two of you ever going to be friends? Why does she have to stay in your life? Can’t you just cut her out?’ Between breaths, she inhaled another bump. Sniffed and wiped her nose. ‘How’re you going to be someone else’s wife with Cait in your life, Vi?’

It felt wrong. Broken.

‘Why would you cling to a person who left you and hurt you like that?’ She raged, untethered. ‘You haven’t moved on at all. You’ve just replaced marriage with friendship. That’s not moving on.’

‘Well, we still love each other,’ Vi explained. ‘We still want to be a part of each other’s lives. People stay friends with exes all the time. Or lesbians do, at least.’

‘Oh, other lesbians do it, so that means you have to? Grow a fucking backbone, Vi.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You seriously want Cait in your life after all the shit she put you through?’ Jinx tumbled into a full-scale rant. ‘She broke your heart. Fucking destroyed you! She forced you to sleep on Ekko’s shitty little couch while she kept the house by the Pilt. And she put you through hell when you were married, too. Always dragging you to all those fancy functions with weird food and overpriced champagne, and all those judgy fucking snot-nosed socialites who saw you as good-for-nothing-trencher-trash, not worthy of breathing the same air as them.’

She rubbed a lick more shimmer into her gums. Sucked them clean.

‘Jinx, I—’

‘Cait fucking suffocated you with all that Piltie well-to-do crap,’ she continued, relentless, ‘and you let her because you loved her, and then that bitch had the audacity to stop loving you! You seriously want someone like that as a friend!?’

‘That’s not the full story, and you know it.’

‘Oh, I know,’ she jibed. ‘I gave you the abridged version. The full story is much worse.’

‘You’ve got it wrong,’ Vi urged. ‘Caitlyn was good to me, Jinx. She was amazing in so many ways, but… we were too different. Oil and water. Not because we came from opposite sides of the bridge, we just… don’t think in the same way, y’know. We’re not on the same wavelength.’

‘Well, duh! You’re not a pretentious fucking Mary Sue.’

‘Look, I know you never liked her, but come on. Cait’s a good person, you know that.’

‘Nope!’

Jinx’s jittering legs forced her to her feet. She paced around the coffee table, rubbing her neck harsh enough to irritate the skin.

‘Anyway, Jinx, I, uh… I should go,’ Vi said, dejected. ‘Can I count you in for the party?’

‘Is Cait gonna be there?’

‘She’s invited, so, maybe,’ Vi admitted. ‘But it’s gonna be a big party at Serrie’s parents’ place. You know that huge mansion they have?’

‘It’s a four-bedroom house with a pool out back,’ Jinx spat. ‘Not exactly a mansion, but whatever.’

‘Anyway, even if she does end up coming, you won’t necessarily have to see her,’ Vi continued. ‘I just… I’d really appreciate it if you came. Serrie would too.’

‘I’ll think about it.’

‘You will? You promise?’

‘Thinking doesn’t mean going, Vi.’

‘I know, but still.’

‘Text me the info and I’ll see what I can pull out of my ass.’

She rolled her eyes at her sister’s eagerness. It made her want to hide away forever and never see Vi, or anyone else, ever again.

‘Perfect.’

Jinx swore she could hear Vi grinning down the phone. Ugh.

‘I don’t have to bring a gift, do I?’

‘Well, Serrie says it’s customary,’ Vi replied. ‘But y’know I don’t care about that stuff. You showing up would be better than any gift.’

Out of nowhere, and despite her best intentions, Jinx almost cried. Fuck. How could Vi have said something so sentimental without warning her first? And when she was already in such a volatile state!?  

‘Sweet,’ she said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. ‘That’ll save me a couple bucks then.’

‘Right.’

‘…right.’

A door slammed shut in the background of the call, and a floaty feminine voice trilled ‘I’m baaaacckkk!’

‘Ah, Serrie’s home,’ Vi clarified. ‘I gotta go.’

‘Yeah. Okay. Wifey duties.’

She couldn’t lie; it wasn’t okay. She felt a pang of hatred towards Seraphine for somehow stealing Vi away from her. Illogical bullshit, she reminded herself. But it stung to leave their conversation on such an abrupt note, and if Seraphine hadn’t been there to interrupt, well…

‘And Jinx, I uh…’ Vi’s rasp tinged with desperation. ‘Thanks for calling.’

‘…sure,’ she croaked.

‘See you soon, I hope.’

‘Right. Soon.’  

With that, the line went dead.

Jinx’s pacing stilled and she crashed back to the sofa. Screamed into the cushion.

She had to go, didn’t she? Vi had invited her. Vi wanted her to go.

At least she had enough drugs to see her through whatever hell awaited her there.

[hellacioushag]

ACOTAR Characters as Dogs

you asked for it. part 1 is cats. inspired by the sexy men of acotar as sexy ducks post here. please enjoy these dogos. 

Rhys: Great Dane

The Great Dane, also known as the German Mastiff or Deutsche Dogge, is a breed of dog from Germany. The Great Dane descends from hunting dogs and is one of the largest breeds in the world. They may look intimidating, but are known to be friendly, devoted dogs. They constantly seek physical affection. 13/10, would rub belly or solve mysteries with him any day.

Feyre:  Alaskan Klee Kai

The Alaskan Klee Kai is a spitz-type breed of dog, developed in the late 20th century as a mini dog resembling the larger Alaskan Husky and Siberian Husky. They are considered highly intelligent, loyal, and affectionate. These dogos may not warm up easily to strangers, but once they like you they demand regular pats and belly rubs. 15/10, would chase around for hours.

Amren: Chihuahua

The Chihuahua is the smallest breed of dog in the world, and is named after the Mexican state of Chihuahua. They are known as one of the most aggressive dog breeds as they tend to forget they are also the smallest. Chihuahuas are devoted, courageous, and energetic. 12/10, would not want to encounter this dogo in a dark alley.

Cassian: Newfoundland

The Newfoundland is a large working dog. Don’t be fooled by their intimidating size, these gentle giants are well-known for their sweet temperament. Newfoundlands are often used as therapy dogs and are very easy to train. 17/10 would snuggle for days.

Nesta: Siberian Husky

The Siberian Husky is a medium-sized working sled dog breed. Siberian Huskies look beautiful and majestic, but can be known to be quite aggressive and territorial dogs. Once they consider you a pack member they are loyal for life, 14/10 would howl at the moon for her. 

Elain: Samoyed

The Samoyed is a breed of medium-sized herding dogs with thick, white, double-layer coats. They are known to be terrible guard dogs because of their super friendly disposition and stubborn personalities. Samoyed love to play, snuggle, and make friends with everyone they meet. 13/10, would play in a field of flowers for hours with her.

Lucien: Irish Setter

The Irish Setter is a breed of gundog, and family dog. They're a favorite family dog because of their loyalty and fun-loving nature. Irish setters are energetic, rambunctious dogs with a sweet temperament. This beautiful dogo loves to play and and get pats, 14/10

Azriel: Cane Corso

The Cane Corso is an Italian breed of mastiff. It is used for personal protection, tracking, law enforcement, as a guard dog, and as a companion dog. These dogos are quite intimidating looking, but fiercely loyal. They are known to be quiet and reserved. If anyone can find this dogo please tell him he’s a good boy, 13/10

Gwyn: Border Collie

The Border Collie is a working and herding dog breed developed in the Anglo-Scottish border region. Considered highly intelligent, extremely energetic, acrobatic and athletic, they are fierce competition in dog shows... and blood rites. 16/10, would cut any ribbon for her. 

Mor: Tibetan Mastiff

The Tibetan mastiff is a large Tibetan dog breed. The Tibetan mastiff originated as a herding and guarding dog for the nomads of Tibet, and as a watchdog in Tibetan monasteries. Though they may look intimidating, this dogo is fiercely protective and loyal. 14/10, would use as a pillow. 

Emerie: Bernese Mountain Dog

The Bernese Mountain Dog is a large dog breed, one of the four breeds of Sennenhund-type dogs from the Swiss Alps. Considered to be quite intelligent, affectionate, and loyal these dogos make great companions. 15/10, would climb a mountain for this dogo.

Helion: Pomeranian

The Pomeranian is a breed of dog of the Spitz type that is named for the Pomerania region in north-west Poland. Pomeranians are known for being smart, curious, energetic, feisty, and bold. They are typically very playful and love to be the center of attention. 13/10, would make the center of my world.

Tamlin: Afghan Hound

The Afghan Hound is a hound that is distinguished by its thick, fine, silky coat and its tail with a ring curl at the end. Though highly intelligent, Afghans can be difficult to train because they are stubborn. They are considered high maintenance and extremely temperamental. 11/10, this dogo is pretty, but sure is overly sensitive.   

[shitpissboi]

The More The Merrier

Summary- Just a calm night in with your favorite polycule.

Word Count- 3302 

Request?- Yes 

Pairing- Bakusquad x reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x Reader x Sero Hanta x Ashido Mina x Kaminari Denki 

Warings- Detailed use of marijuana, swearing, kissing, slight making out, plus sized reader, deaf Bakugou, latinx Sero, aged up characters.

A/N- Again, I am so sorry this is late! I tried extra hard to make it good for the anon who requested it, so I really hope you enjoy it! :) 

You smiled as you heard the front door open, watching your redheaded and blonde boyfriends converse as they took off their jackets and shoes at the front door. The two looked up to see you and, and the rest of your partners, all relaxing on the couch. You were on the very end, closest to the door, while Hanta and Denki sat on either side of the middle corner piece, and Mina laid next to the blonde, her head in his lap while the rest of you gamed. You heard some shuffling before a hand gently grabbed the back of your neck, leaning it back to show him smirking down at you. 

“Hi Katsu, how was work today love?” You asked, smiling sweetly. Before responding, he leaned down, his eyeliner smeared and the soot from his quirk in a line in the shape of his mask. You leaned back more to give him better access and couldn’t help but smile as his lips met yours. You reached up and put one of your hands on the side of his head, signaling him to stay there. He deepened the kiss by moving his lips slightly, you following in sync with him. 

“Come onnnnn, don’t hog Katsuki! I wanna kiss him too!” Denki piped up besides you, making the other blonde break the kiss and playfully glare at him. With your question unanswered, said man walked over to Denki and did the same thing he did to you, but instead of leaning down to kiss you, he lifted the blonde off the couch and held him in his arms bridal style. He quickly fixed him so he was sitting on the couch, with Katsuki between his legs and leaning so far forward that he had to hold Denki to keep him from falling. Said blonde squealed and quickly threw his hands around the other man's shoulders and blushed violently. 

“You got my attention now sparky, what’re you gonna do about it?” The older man asked, leaning down even further. Your attention was pulled away as Eijirou made his way over to you, having started with Mina and ignored the situation between your two blonde lovers. You got on your knees and faced him, putting your arms around his shoulders and pulling him closer. 

“Hello, my little pebble.” The red head hummed, gripping you by your waist and touching his forehead with your. He gave you a small kiss before pulling away, chuckling at the way you pouted. You sunk back down into the couch and looked to the middle of the couch when you heard a scream and a soft thud. Denki had unceremoniously fallen down after Eijirou had pulled Katsuki away to go shower, which led to dropping the poor blonde and his feet to land over his head. 

Denki sat up and grumbled something you couldn’t hear, wrapping his arms around himself. Mina rolled her eyes and hugged him, whispering something in his ear that made him blush and hide his face behind his hands. You rolled your eyes at the supposed “flirt” and turned your attention to your last lover. 

“Where’re you going, handsome?” You asked as he stood up and started to walk around the couch but stopped in front of you, running his hand through your hair gently. 

“I’m just going to grab our stuff real quick so we're ready when Katsu and Eji get out of the shower, mi amor.” 

“Okay, can you grab me a hoodie on your way back, please?” You asked with a small pout, leaning your head up and kissing his wrist. 

“Why would I get you one when I can just give you this one?” The tall man asked, pulling his hoodie over his head, revealing an old and loved muscle tee, some small holes torn throughout the shirt. You lifted your arms up and he slipped the hoodie onto you while you raked your eyes over his torso. You muttered out a thank you when he was done, breaking yourself from your trance and sitting on your knees, pulling the black haired man closer by his waist. He looked down and smiled, placing his hands on both sides of your face. 

“Your welcome, hermosa.” He mutters, kissing your forehead. You grinned up at him and giggled, watching as he pulled away and started his descent to the bedroom. It was only a couple minutes before he came back with a handful of stuff, you stood up and helped him set it all on the coffee table, going to grab a good couple bottles of water while he went to get the rest. You got back first and set all the bottles up in one of the top corners. 

Hanta came back and sat next to you, piling the rest of the stuff on the table. He grabbed a big jar, covered in stickers, out of the mess, along with two grinders. He passed a grinder to you and opened his own, taking the top off of the jar and grabbing a nug. You opened and grabbed your own, breaking it up enough to fit in the ginder before closing the top and swiveling it back and forth. 

You repeated the process a couple times before the grinder was filled. You set the grinder down and slid the bong and a water bottle toward you. You checked to make sure the bong was clean before pouring the appropriate amount of water in, setting the bottle aside and grabbing the grinder again. You packed the bowl as full as you could, making sure to keep just a little bit of room at the top, and put down a layer of kief.

You pushed the bong toward the middle of the table and put the grinder next to it, getting up and heading to the kitchen. You went in the junk door and grabbed a bunch of pamphlets out of the junk draw, walking back and tossing them on the table. You noticed Sero was done rolling the joints and was sitting back, so you sat next to him and threw your legs over his, curling up so your head was laying in the crook of his neck. His arms instinctively wrapped around your form and held you against him. 

“We doing takeout for dinner tonight?” He murmured, resting his head atop of yours. You hummed and nodded. 

“I gotta ask Suki if he’s okay with it but I figured since he just got home he wouldn’t want to cook, and you could probably use a night off from it too.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be fine with it, we haven’t had takeout for a while so he shouldn’t cause a fuss. I’m more than okay with it.” The black haired man chuckled, running his hand gently up and down your leg absentmindedly. You gave a small chuckle back and snuggled into him more, turning your eyes to the tv as the game was turned off and Hulu was turned on. Only about ten minutes passed with you peacefully resting on your boyfriend before your last two boyfriends finally walked into the living room. 

Eijirou sat at the other end of the couch, his right leg against the couch and right dangling to the floor. Mina sat between his legs, her legs hanging over his right one, and Denki sat next to her, their shoulders touching but his legs crossed. Katsuki came to sit with you and Sero, sitting on the other side of you and wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you back so you were laying against his chest instead of Hanta’s. The blonde hero just leaned over you though, taking the kiss from the other man’s lips that he was supposed to get when he walked in, muttering a small but definitive “There!” as he pulled away. 

You smiled at your two boys but turned away to let them have their privacy, leaning over to grab one of the joints from the table that Sero had rolled, and a lighter. Leaning back, and still sandwiched between the two men, you brought the joint to your lips and lit the other end as you inhaled. The smoke filled your lungs with a pleasant burn to the back of your throat, holding the smoke in as Katsuki took the joint from you. You just rolled your eyes at his impatient ass turned toward Hanta, giving the blonde a smirk then leaning in toward the other. 

Said man leaned in as well, opening his mouth so he could inhale the smoke flowing out of yours. Getting impatient yourself, you closed the distance between you two, molding your lips together as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. Your lips moved together in sync, the taller man setting a slow but steady pace. The pomeranian growled behind you and grabbed the back of your shirt, gently yanking you back and handing the joint off to Hanta. He took it but continued to glare at Katsuki over your flustered state. 

“You can’t just pull her back like that man!” 

“Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it Tape Face?” 

“You really want to go down this road again, bebe`?” The black haired man asked, slightly gripping the others neck with his hand. Your eyes widened and you quickly rolled off of the two, calmly making your way over to the rest of your partners. You grabbed the take out pamphlets and sat in the middle corner, facing the other three. Denki immediately abandoned his position and bounced over to you, climbing into your lap and sitting right between your crossed legs. You smiled at the adorable man, kissing his cheek and running your fingers through his black and blonde hair. 

“Hey cutie, you come here often?” He joked, leaning up to face you. You couldn’t help but laugh at his badly timed and overused joke. 

“You're lucky you're so cute, dummy.” You laughed, placing a quick kiss on his lips. He smiled and blushed a little, quickly leaning back to hide it and grabbing the bong from Mina in the process. He proceeded to take his hit while you turned toward Eji and Mina, thrusting the pamphlets toward them. 

“You guys can pick what to eat tonight. I was gonna ask Suki and Hanta too but they’re a little busy.” You explained, nodding over to said men who were still arguing. You only reached out to grab the joint that Hanta had set on the table. 

“Hey baby, can you hold this while I hit that?” You asked, holding out the joint to him and reaching toward the bong in his hand. He just nodded, wanting to see how long he could possibly hold the smoke in. 

“Your quirk hurts your lungs enough Denks, trying to hold it for so long is just gonna make it worse.” You sighed, giving him a quick kiss on the shoulder before bringing the bong to your lips and inhaling while lighting it. Said man just waved you off, his face starting to turn red from how long he was holding it. You pulled the bong away after a good couple seconds and handed it over to Mina, who passed it to Eijirou. You exhaled the smoke upwards, grabbing the joint back from Denki right before he doubled over, the smoke finally getting to him. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You sighed, rolling your eyes and running your hand up and down his back comfortably. He reached over and grabbed a water bottle from the table, chugging half of it before finally starting to calm you. You rolled your eyes again and brought the joint to your lips, grabbing the hand he wasn’t using to drink and molding his fingers so only was being pointed. 

Used to this by now, he simply let you do what you needed to do. You brought his finger up to the end of the joint, squeezing his wrist twice once he was close enough. He sent a small shock to his fingertip, effectively re-lighting the joint for you. You quickly started to exhale, moving your hand to the back of his neck and running it through his hair to show your appreciation. Over his coughing fit, he hummed and leaned into your touch, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head. You pulled the joint away, holding your breath for only a couple seconds, and then exhaled, passing the joint off to Mina to pass to Eijirou again. 

“Wait, I can smoke the joint this time?!” Mina asked, staring at you wide eyed. 

“Sorry pebble but not today, they just handed it to you cuz they can’t reach me. You know you and Denks can only smoke joints on special occasions, both of your quirks are really hard on your lungs!” Eijirou piped up, gently taking the joint from Mina and handing her the bong, making sure to give her a kiss on the forehead too. 

“But-but it can be a special occasion! Please Eiji, just one hit?” The pinkette pouted, giving her best puppy dog eyes to the red head. 

“How about this, when us four get to the roach, we’ll make a time bomb and let you hit that.” Eijirou suggested, taking his own hit from the joint. (If anyone doesn’t know, a timebomb is where you put a roach in the bowl and then fill the rest of the bowl, mostly done with kief :) 

“Oooh okay! That’s definitely better than the joint!” She smiled, giving Eijirou a quick kiss back on his lips and then taking her hit from the bong, proceeding to pass it to Denki. 

“Wait, if Mina can hit the time bomb, can I?!” He asked excitedly, practically bouncing in your lap. 

“Sure, but just be careful please, you already hurt your lungs today, love.” You gave Eijirou a look before answering, only answering him once the red head gave you a nod. He cheered and let out an excited thank you, hugging you tight to him. You just laughed and hugged him back, smiling at the excitement and enthusiasm that he still held, even after years of knowing him. 

He worked on calming himself down as Mina passed the joint to you. You took your hit and then looked over to Hanta and Katsuki, giggling at the scene before you. Hanta was sitting similarly to Eijirou, except both legs were wrapped around Katsuki’s torso and resting on his thighs. Katsuki was lying between his legs, his head snuggled into the crook of Hantas stomach and thigh. 

You're not sure how, or when, they got into that position, but you aren’t surprised. Katsuki comes off very harsh and domineering, but once you got to know him, you learned how nice and caring he can actually be. It takes a while, especially since he has no interest in making friends (ever), but it’s definitely worth it once you get past his walls. He would do anything for those he cared about, even more so with the 5 of you, who he was completely whipped for. 

When Hanta and Eijirou step up, it’s very easy to see the dominating nature melt away into something soft and almost unrecognisable, only showing that side to the 5 people that he loved and trusted the most. The blissful look on his face and the uncharacteristically relaxation of his muscles gave his true feelings away, even though he would swear up and down that he couldn’t stand it when Hanta did that later on. 

Your smile softened at the peaceful look on his face, noticing Hanta look down on him with an equally loving look in his eye. He looked up when he noticed you starring, giving his famous triangle smile and scratching the back of his neck. You gave him a smile back and reached over, gently rubbing Katsuki’s lower leg. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, a small smile still on his face. You reached over as far as you could with Denki in your lap, and handed him the joint. His face lit up a little as he took it from you, quickly bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag of it. 

Your attention was captured by said man in your lap as he handed you the bong, getting up to head to the bathroom, Mina getting up too so she could use it after him. You quickly took your hit off the bong and set it on the table, having cashed it, and sat up so you could pack it again. You took the fresh roach from Hanta and placed it in the bowl, grabbing the grinder next to you. 

You heard Eijirou on his phone in the background, ordering from some random take out place for all of you. You opened the second compartment on the grinder and set one half down, grabbing the very small spoon off the rolling tray and starting to transfer the kief from the grinder to the bowl. You held the roach steady as you packed around it, filling the bowl as much as you could with the small herb. 

By the time you were done so was Eijirou, so you grabbed the bong and the lighter and moved toward him. You handed him the bong and he thanked you, quickly taking his hit before passing it back to you. Before you take your hit, he grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him, making you let out a small surprised squeal. He had moved so he was sitting back against the couch, his legs spread apart comfortably. He moved you so you were sitting between his legs but facing the rest of the couch, your shoulder against his chest and your legs hanging over his. 

You blushed and giggled, welcoming the warmth of your space heater boyfriend. He chuckled and kissed the top of your head, apologizing for scarring you. You told him it was okay and leaned up to kiss his nose, making him laugh again. You sat up straight to take your hit but relaxed against him as soon as you were done, passing the bong to him so he could hold it. You heard Mina and Denki come back in but paid it no mind, the beautiful haze clouding your mind. As the two got comfortable on the couch, your feet somehow ended up under Denki’s thighs, allowing you to let out a sigh of content, your cold feet getting some much needed warmth. 

Eijirou tightened his grip around you and smirked, easily recognizing you fading in and out. You smiled again and snuggled into him, allowing your head to rest on his broad chest. He lifted your head for just a second to pull your hoodie over your head, his hand lingering to cup your face. You smiled gratefully and kissed his hand as a thank you, leaning into the touch. 

The redhead smiles and kisses your head, muttering a small “welcome”, having known you long enough to know what your small gestures mean. He held you tight against him, running his now free hand up and down your arm and resting his chin on your head. You opened your eyes briefly to see Denki and Mina sitting next to each other, giggling as they tried to hit the bong at the same time. You rolled your eyes and looked over to your last 2 partners, still in the same position that they were in. 

You smiled and let your eyes close, relaxing into your boyfriend. You loved all of your partners, even if they were loud or harsh or idiots, it didn’t matter to you. They were your idiots. And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Masterlist 

Posted 1/4/21

[burnedbyshoto]

the manliest man

— Hoodies and playlists, a simple and effective way to capture your heart. —

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pairing: kirishima eijirou x reader

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 3,805

a/n: I had like a sudden kirishima fluff mood, and this was transpired. it was so weird because I typically dont get character moods for anyone who isn’t shouto, anyways enjoy my rewritten story because i did not save it HA

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“Take your sweater, dumbass, you’ll get cold at night!”

The second those words left Bakugou’s lips, you knew that he was right, but you were never one to follow directions. Especially Bakugou’s instructions.

Today had been disgustingly hot. 

You were wearing your shortest pair of shorts and a tank top that was practically see-through due to your sweat and the ocean water. After all, there was nothing like spending the hottest day at the beach with your closest friends.

But like most hot summer days, once the sun began to set upon the horizon, the crystal blue waters fading from their crisp blue to emeralds and purples, and the sky becoming a rainbow of warm deep colors, did it begin to cool off. It was a gentle chill at first, a small tickle on your skin that you had believed to be just the effect of no longer having the blazing sun beating down on your skin. But it grew stronger.

Soon after the night sky had turn black, the only source of light coming from the firepit before you, and its illuminations against Kirishima’s brightly smiling face did you notice that your skin had turned numb with the cold. As a side effect of your quirk, your hands were always warm, but against your frozen skin, you yelped.

Kaminari, who had been in the midst of a winning argument against Bakugou solely because his ignorance was outpacing Bakugou’s irritation, stopped and looked at you. Your face began to heat up when all of your friends turned to look at you too. Sero, who never seemed to grow cold, smirked at you with his dumb short-sleeved sweater. Bakugou, who was wearing too many layers despite the summer night, frowned at you. Mina’s lips spread into a grin, her eyes shifting over quickly between you and… you couldn’t tell, but she had a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Are you cold?”

Kirishima’s voice was curious and concerned at your side. Daring to look over at the redhead who was sitting on the same log as you, your cheeks heat up more in your embarrassment. Kirishima had been another person who Bakugou had yelled at earlier to bring a jacket for the night time, as he often got cold too. Bakugou had cursed the two of you like some angry parent, swearing that if either one of you got cold that night, he wasn’t going to share any of the jackets he brought for himself. Together, you and your friend stuck out your tongue at the angry Pomeranian and skipped off to the van in merry joy. However, unlike how you were currently out of a jacket, Kirishima had a two-second conversation with Mina before eventually returning to the van with a hoodie.

So instead of two cold idiots, there was only one.

“N-No,” you stammer, your gaze dropping from his concerned red ones. “I just thought of something scary.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bakugou sneers, obviously taking his frustration of not being able to beat Kaminari in this senseless argument to beat you in your denial. “What’s so damn scary, dumbass?”

Your mouth screws up into a pout, you didn’t like to lose to Bakugou Katsuki, and at times like this, it showed.

For the next twenty minutes, the two of you would fire insults and debate at each other, the potent words holding no weight as the two of you held small grins on your face. But it was all for naught, the moment after you managed to get in a closing insult, the roaring laughter of your friends heavy in your ears, did a shiver run down your spine.

Fuck, it was so cold.

“SEE, DAMN IDIOT, YOU ARE COLD!” Bakugou roared.

You pouted, your arms folding around you, the need for warmth growing.

But you were surprised to feel something warm fall on your lap. Your eyes peered down to see the red hoodie that belonged to Kirishima, and you focused your attention on the red-haired boy who was pulling his orange shirt further down his stomach. 

Kirishima looked up, meeting your gaze once again, and he smiled gently.

“I’m not that cold, you can wear my sweater for now.”

“No!” you shake your head, trying to return the warm fabric back to Kirishima. “I’m the one that didn’t bring a sweater, I can’t take yours!”

You place the sweater on his lap.

Kirishima throws his hands up, skillfully avoiding the clothing back from you, “It’s not manly if I let you grow cold!”

He puts the sweater back on your lap.

“Kiri, please, it’s not manly if I let you get sick!”

It’s back on his lap.

“It’s summer, I promise I won’t get sick!”

And it’s on yours.

You shake your head, you were practically on Kirishima’s leg, shoving the red hoodie into his chest. “I’ll steal one of Bakugou’s!”

“Like hell you are,” Bakugou snaps, his eyes narrowing in on you, daring you to try.

You stuck out your tongue at Bakugou but decided to keep your attention on the man before you. “I can’t just take your hoodie.”

“Well, we can’t share it.”

You thought about how the hoodie was practically form-fitting on your friend, and in your memory, you can see how the fabric was taut around his muscle, highlighting the divets in his arms, the bulges in his arms, and the muscles on his chest. You blinked rapidly at that thought, did you just—?

“Hey, are you okay, y/l/n?” Kirishima asks, his fingers brushing against your shoulder.

Your shoulders were bare due to the tank top you wore, and you felt the sheer warmth of his calloused hands. His fingers pressing against your skin sent shooting warmth into your bones, and the next thing you knew, you were tumbling off the log onto the sand.

“Y/N!” They all shouted while you stumbled back onto your feet, the sand falling off your body while you squeaked out apologies.

“Put on the sweater, y/n,” Mina shouted while you were in the middle of a made-up explanation as to why you tumbled onto the floor like some clutzy child and not the Pro Hero you were.

“Yeah, of c-course,” you say, yanking the red hoodie over your head while you continue your conversation. Your actions don’t entirely hit you until the heavy fabric hangs loosely around you, so unlike the tight fit against Kirishima. It never really hit you how much smaller you were than Kirishima until then. 

But the conversation had moved, and they were no longer focused on the way that you were standing there. Warmth finally settling into your skin, but you weren’t quite ready to sit down. The lingering scent of Kirishima lay within the confinements of his sweater.

It was a clean scent, mixed with the tiniest whiff of floral and a muted spice. It invaded your senses slowly, and you swore you found yourself with your eyes closed, nose buried into the sweater, needing more. 

“Y/n?” A soft voice called for you, and you whipped around to see Kirishima sliding down onto the sand, his legs separated. An embarrassed blush sat on his face, and you willed your entire power not to stare at his arms that were not concealed with the muscle shirt he wore.

“Yeah?” You answer stupidly with your eyes wide.

“Do you mind, um, sitting here?” he asked, patting the space between his legs. “I have a feeling we won’t be leaving anytime soon, and I do get cold… if you don’t want to, I totally get it—!”

“You didn’t need to ask,” you interrupt Kirishima before he could start rambling, and you watched the red head’s face burst into a broad smile. 

“Okay!”

The rest of the night, you stay wrapped in between Kirishima’s arms and legs, your head resting against his chest in your comfortable warmth. You would never understand the mystery behind how this man could get cold. He threw off so much body heat; it was almost a crime that he did get so cold. Wrapped in his sweater and leaning against his body made you extremely warm, not to mention that as time passed, his arms were now secured around your waist. While you had always known that he was muscular — his hero costume had never been modest in that regard — it was a whole new awakening when you could feel it pressed against you.

But as all things in life do, the time at the beach ended.

You held onto the wet towels, walking side by side with Kirishima all the way to the car. 

“I’ve missed hanging out with you,” Kirishima spoke out of the blue, the stillness of the night broken by those words.

It had been two years since you had graduated from U.A., and to say the least, you had truly missed your old friend group. No one in your class had gone to the same hero agency, well besides Bakugou and Midoriya, which no one would have seen coming for the longest of time. While Kirishima was finally going solo from the FatGum agency, you were doing the same from Edgeshot’s agency. The two of you had also learned that you were residing within the same apartment building as well last year. 

So of your old friend group, you saw Kirishima the most, but still, you missed the days where you would be up until the brink of dawn with your friends. Especially since most runs in’s with Kirishima involved one of you smelling like blood and grime and overall not ready for human interaction.

“We really do suck, huh?” you respond, dumping the towels into the trunk of the van. “We need to hang out more, but this hero life is a lot more time consuming than I ever gave it credit for.”

He nods his head in agreement, closing the trunk once you step back. 

“When else are you free this week? Or when is your lunch break?”

You smiled, looking over at your friend over your shoulder while making your way into the van.

“I always get Thursday’s off, and I take my lunch at two.”

You didn’t see the way that Kaminari clapped Kirishima’s back in a small victory while you climbed to the end of the van. You had opted to take the seat in the back. 

Bakugou had insisted that no one was allowed to sit next to him when he drove, as last time it happened, Kirishima was in front and well… long story short: the car was nearly forced off a cliff.

So an official ‘Bakugou-hangs-out-with-his-friends’ rule was: no one was allowed to ride shotgun with him driving. Bakugou was also the official driver in the friend group, so that meant that he was always in the front alone.

Consequentially that meant that Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima would take the middle row, and you and Mina were in the back.

“Kiri, go in the back with y/n!” Mina shouted, shoving the large man in behind you.

Having already been seated comfortably, you smiled up at the dark shadows that illuminated on Kirishima’s face. You watched the comfortable grin stretch across his face when he sat next to you. To be honest, you couldn’t remember much of the ride back, only that Bakugou had blasted his classical music to destress for keeping him up so late at night.

All you knew is that at some point, you had pressed up into Kirishima’s side, his arm draping around your shoulder, holding you gently to him. His chest hummed with his laughter while he and Kaminari continued to pester Bakugou, and you saw Sero and Mina out cold.

In the warmth of it all, the comfort of being pressed into Kirishima’s side and the soft warmth of his sweater, his scent, and the car, you dozed off. 

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“Hey, y/n, wake up...”

Your eyes slowly blinked open, the light of the van was on, illuminating softly onto your face. Clattering noises of Mina, Sero, and Kaminari, making it evident that you were now back at the parking lot of your apartment complex. You and Kirishima had lived the closest to the beach, so everyone had met up at your complex. 

Your hand was fisted into Kirishima’s shirt, and that’s all you needed to tear away from him, a squeak muffled by his hoodie sleeve. 

“Sorry,” you mutter while his lips quirk into a gentle smile.

“It’s all good! It was actually very comfortable.”

“Would you both get the fuck out of the car and help out?! I’m fucking tired...” 

Grinning at Kirishima, you exited the car after Kirishima.

Going around, you hugged your friends' goodbye, laughing loudly when Bakugou tried to act like he didn’t enjoy having a hug. Finally, you reached Mina, who threw her arms around you like it was nothing, and she brought her lips to your ear.

“You and Ei are looking pretty damn comfy back there.”

Rolling your eyes, you pinched your best friend on the side, ignoring your beating heart.

“How would you know, you were knocked out?!”

“I have my ways, sweetheart, goodnight!!! Have some fun tonight!”

“It’s one in the morning, I’m taking a shower and having a fun sleep,” you sass. Mina scrunches her nose and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“NIGHT!!! Ei, get her inside safely for me!”

“You know, I will!” Kirishima calls from where he stands. It seems that he is in the middle of some slugfest with the boys, although you’re not sure who is hitting who.

It takes about five minutes more of verbal banter before everyone finally climbs into their cars and leaves. Waving goodbye until you could no longer, Kirishima opens the front door, letting you in first.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” Kirishima states, hitting your floor level on the elevator but not his own.

“You don’t have to do that,” you yawn, pressing your hand to your mouth to stifle the loud noise from your mouth. “Go to your place!”

As you reached to press his floor button on the elevator, he batted your hand to the side. Your eyes widened while you retract your hand.

“Jerk!”

The rest of the elevator ride consisted of you trying to press Kirishima’s floor level, but he managed to keep you away. It wasn’t until the elevator door slide open did he throw you over his shoulder and walked off towards your apartment despite your pleading. Your stomach pressed into his shoulder a bit uncomfortably, but you figured it was just his stupidly buff shoulder.

Placing you back on the floor, you huffed slightly, your arms folding while Kirishima grins down at you.

“I could’ve made it back by myself just fine,” you insist, your arms folding in front of your chest. But you don’t miss the way that his eyes drag down your body, a smile soft on his face, undisturbed, relaxed. 

“I know you could’ve,” he whispers, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes widen at the feeling of his calloused fingers against your cheek. He truly amazed you, how someone who took the mass brunt of the most significant attacks in their hero career could still be scarless beside the small one by his eye was beyond you. “Goodnight, y/n.”

He presses a small kiss to your cheek, and your face flares into a fire pit. 

“Goodnight, Ei,” you murmur, feeling disheartened when you push him away. 

He watches you walk into your apartment, and all you can see is his red eyes staying on you until the door is closed behind you. Despite the late hour of the night, you sank to the ground no longer able to contain the slight squeal in your voice. 

Years of having a slight crush on the red head man had been forgotten over your new life as a hero, but in a single night, those darkening embers had returned in blazing glory. Pressing your head to the door, you realized that you were still wearing Kirishima’s sweater.

Cursing, you rose to your feet, throwing open the door in hopes that he was still in the hallway.

He wasn’t.

Sighing, you closed the door. You could bring it to him tomorrow, it would give you another excuse to visit the smiling man tomorrow. Sliding your hands into the pocket, your fingers brushing against something cold and hard.

Frowning, you pulled out an iPod.

Your eyebrows furrowed, but it soon melted into a warm smile. Of course, Kirishima would still have an iPod, he was a man of… refined taste, after all.

Thinking back to your days at U.A., you tried to remember what music he was into. But besides a very, very fuzzy memory of the song he had used to try out for the class band’s performance during the culture festival, he was never one to control the music. 

Harmlessly, your finger pressed the center button, a small smile spreading on your face at the memory of your own iPod from a long time ago. Once the apple logo faded to the home screen, you slide down to the songs. But you had overshot it, and with your fingers used to the touchscreen technology you had, you accidentally entered his playlists.

Groaning to yourself, you walked into your bathroom, peeling off his sweatshirt while you took out your toothbrush.

There were only three playlists.

Workout.

Patrol.

Y/n.

Your eyes widened.

Was that your name?

That couldn’t be you, right? You tracked your memory in an attempt to remember any other y/n’s that Kirishima could possibly know in his life, and to your thrill of your already pounding heart, there were none. Taking in a shaky breath, you hoped there was no intrusion when you selected your name. 

Now you were not a music fanatic. You knew your famous songs and every weird song that Mina enjoyed to dance to, but besides that, you were not educated in music, still there was no stopping your shocked glee when you began to play his playlist.

best part by HER 

How would you feel by Ed Sheeran

Mystery of love by sufjan Stevens

Old fashioned by Bruno major

Please notice by Christian leave

Cheek to cheek by Frank Astaire

Please notice by Christian Akridge

Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

Adore You by harry styles

Better Man by 5SOS

To Be So Lonely by Harry Styles

Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Work Song by Hozier

Strong by One Direction

beautiful by Bazzi

Strawberry Blonde by Mitski

Dance With Me by beabadoobee

One Sweet Day by boyz II men

Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Softly by clairo

Nobody like you by Little Mix

Yellow by Coldplay

CORDUROY DREAMS BY REX ORANGE COUNTY

Lo Que Siento by Cuco

Still Together by Mac DeMarco

Distance by Emily King

Flirting in Space by Brad Stank

Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg 

Someone To You by Banners She by Dodie 

Cherry Wine by Hozier 

Let’s Fall in Love for The Night by FINNEAS

Song after song played, the words of every song playing from the small device and into your ear. The words, the intention, of every single lyric swelled your chest, making your head spin while you lay in your bed. 

Kirishima Eijirou… liked you too?

It was soon four in the morning by the time you had gotten through every song, but you were nowhere near sleepy anymore. Grasping the iPod in your hand, you pushed up off your bed and ran out the door.

There was nothing that could stop you, you had taken the staircase instead of the elevator, climbing four flights of stairs until you crashed through the door. Your heart was in your throat when you pounded on his door, your breathing sharp and shallow. Although you had no idea whether it was from running to his apartment in less than a minute, or because this emotional overload you were experiencing.

He liked you.

“Wha— y/n? Are you okay? It’s four a.m. is something… is something wrong? Is it a spider again?” Kirishima yawned deeply when the front door opened.

He looked at you, sleep heavy on his eyes, but there was that alertness and concern that even sleepiness couldn’t contain.

“I saw your playlist for me,” you breathe, staring up at him, your eyes wide.

“Y-You wh-what?!” Kirishima squeaked, his cheeks turning redder than his hair, his eyes now gone of tiredness, but now worry and embarrassment.

“I listened to it,” you say, a shiver running down your spine.

The adrenaline of this revelation had left your body, and with you standing in the highly air-conditioned hallway wearing a tank top and shorts. The two of you stared at each other while Kirishima seemed to gulp thickly, his eyes flickering from random points around you when he settled.

“Fuck,” he hissed his hair raking through his unstyled hair. “You weren’t supposed to see that…”

“Why?” you question, a pit forming in your stomach, did you read into this wrongly? Maybe he no longer liked you?

“I was supposed to ask you out on a date first,” Kirishima admitted, his shoulders sagging a bit. “I’m not… I wasn’t manly enough to confess to you without help, and Mina suggested that I make a playlist of all the songs that reminded me of you! But whenever I tried to ask you out, I froze up, like a coward. I was going to try again on Thursday, actually! I’m so sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable position! O-Of course I’m not trying to assume that you like me back! If you don’t, that’s totally okay—!”

“I think you’re the manliest man I know…” you laugh, your eyes brimming with tears. “Kiss me, Eijirou,” you whisper, stepping closer to him, eyes blazing with a gentle need for the man before you.

Like a collision of color, Kirishima’s mouth slammed against yours, and your heart soared when his warm body pressed against yours. He brought you in like bright colors, capturing your attention, commanding your actions, and your arms wrapped around his shoulders. In his arms, you felt safe, the gentleness felt with cooler colors, and when the door closed behind you, you could feel his mouth stretch into a grin against your mouth. 

There were plenty more kisses that night, kisses that let the two of you learn and explore more about each other than words could ever attain. It would end when your body was cuddled into his side, the blankets of his bed doing nothing in comparison to his body heat. But your now tired fingers stroked his cheek, and his hand grabbed your fingers and pressed the gentlest of kisses against it.

“Goodnight...”

“Sweet dreams...”

To think that tonight had only happened because you had forgotten your sweater.

[onetuffbunny]

i spent some time yesterday in the woods

when people look at my chains and my fishnets, they assume i don’t know the way of the axe and the chainsaw. this is not true.

i was repairing a fence on the far end of my property. i’m not in the habit of laying fences because you can’t really own land, man, but there’s an old well out there that i don’t want people falling into.

i happened to be wearing a leather kilt at the time for a variety of reasons that don’t need to be recounted here for the sake of length but one of those reasons happened to be the fact that leather offers another layer of protection and another reason being the fact that i hate wearing pants. now, i started out this endeavor wearing a shirt but even though it gets chilly at night still, i’m finding myself overheating real easy on account of the fact that i have fur. it’s not pomeranian levels and it doesn’t even look like that much but trust me, it’s enough to make a difference. i peeled off my shirt so i wouldn’t die of sweat.

now, one rule of working with your hands is that you gotta remember to take breaks. my body’s my greatest asset. i gotta treat it nicer than i should. i took my hammer and i wandered off a bit to sit in the green grass. as it should happen, i took my repose in a spot that was absolutely swarming with honeysuckle. now, that shit’s highly invasive. i didn’t put that bullshit here but there used to be a trailer park here in the 50s or so (still occasionally find relics in the woods) so i’m going to assume that a former resident of yore planted some and it went wildly out of control. i decided to spend my time making a honeysuckle crown.

i am real good at flower crowns.

by the time i was finished, i had honeysuckle braided in my hair. i had it draped all over me. atop my head sat a resplendent crown of honeysuckle as nice as can be. eventually, i decided that i ought to return to work. i grabbed my sledgehammer and slung it across my shoulders.

now, as it should happen, there’s a little path near the edge of my property. you don’t see too many travelers down it because these parts have a reputation but it happens on occasion. i’m just stepping out of my spot on the woods when i see a fella who just stops in his track and stares.

my eyes met his. i looked deep into them and saw new understanding flicker into life and a sort of reverence as if seeing a new god. he said nothing. i said nothing in return. i walked forth and into the forest.

pretty sure that guy’s gay now. you’re welcome, traveler.