#i have NEVER seen someone so unable to talk while drunk and i have seen WAY too many drunk people

[andromedasummer]

i never post abt my medical docudramas but i felt compelled to show everyone this clip of a man so abysmally drunk he made me accidentally breathe soup up my nose in laughter

[bbydoll18xx]

She's Such a Good Girl (Part 3)

You get drunk off Paige, and confessions come out.

Paige Bueckers x reader

Word Count: 2k

Themes: mentions of self pleasure, idk thats really it i think, still prob 18+

Masterlist

Part 1 - You move in across the hall from Paige Bueckers. It doesn’t take long before she tries to shatter your innocent persona. And you just let her. 

Part 2 - Paige continues her assault on your innocence, leading you to spiral.

A/N: sorry this took longer than expected lol but we got here (also i wrote this while watching Shrek LOL) Let me know what you think. If you want a part 4 let me know but i think 5 parts total would work!

Also I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who commented/reached out regarding me talking about my struggles with my sexuality on part 2. You guys are so kind, and as someone who never really talks about my feelings, I appreciate you giving me an outlet to do so :)

Here we goooo

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The music was pounding in a way that would typically give you a headache, and the way people at the bar couldn’t seem to mind their personal space usually would’ve pissed you off. But you were floating on a cloud from Paige’s touch and the drink you’ve been sipping all evening, and all thoughts of worry had vanished from your mind. 

Your hips swayed in time with the music, moving in a way you did not think you were even capable of. You had done several things, though, the past few days that were completely out of character. You liked this new you. The newfound confidence was refreshing, leaving a satisfying tingle lingering on your skin.

Paige’s touch was fucking intoxicating, and in the moments since the electrifying kiss, the confidence you were feeling had grown substantially. Her hands had yet to leave your body, alternating between your hips and your waist, swaying alongside you as your butt grazes her pelvis. 

She spins you around, so you’re face to face once more. You attempt to avoid glancing down at that plush bottom lip of hers, pink and glistening with the sparkly lip gloss you had reapplied early in the night, but to no avail. Her mouth beckoned to you, lips turned in a smirk that made your knees want to buckle, and you grabbed onto her waist to steady yourself. 

The effects of the alcohol were palpable, and your inhibitions were nearly gone as you pulled Paige closer to you, desperately needing more. The tension was thick as you look up at her, batting your eyelashes with a coy look that had Paige’s stomach rolling with unquenchable want. 

Little did you know, though, that the second Paige had seen you tonight, she knew she would have to have you. Your innocence was intriguing, and she knew you weren’t putting on a show.

Paige always had to be a little wary about who she was letting into her life. People were freaks, and she had been burned before by people trying to take advantage of her fame and her kind persona. But your own disposition, one of pure goodness, made her believe that things were going to be different this time. 

“Hi,” you beamed, nose crinkling in a fond smile as you look up at Paige, who is unable to hold back a smile of her own. 

“Hey, yourself,” she answers, enjoying the closeness that you were initiating, finally feeling more comfortable around her.

“Not that I have much to compare it to, but that was a really good kiss,” you mutter before even thinking about the words that were now leaving your mouth, and a blush blooms across your cheeks as you hear yourself.

“Think I need a reminder,” Paige says seductively, pulling you in by your belt loops to connect your lips in another searing kiss. 

It was nearly impossible to hold back a moan from the pressure of her lips sliding across yours. And while the earlier kiss had been almost tentative, as if Paige was afraid to break you, this one was filled with unbridled passion and sheer want. Her tongue swipes across your bottom lip, causing you to slightly gasp, your mouth opening to invite her deeper into you.

It was raw, hands grabbing at her shirt to ground you, as you move your lips in unison with hers. Your belly is fluttering, and the neediness inside you ignites like a fire, the flames licking at your insides and sliding down to your most intimate area. 

You had been horny before. You were a perfectly healthy college girl, but this was something new, and the irrepressible want was taking control over your carefully curated image you had worked so hard to maintain. 

The two of you eventually pull away, chests heaving and heads spinning from lust and the alcohol. 

“Yeah, definitely good,” Paige affirms, pecking your lips once more, and you giggle. “What did you mean when you said you didn’t have much to compare the kiss to,” she asks, her head cocked to the side cutely.

Oh fuck. She hadn’t let that slide.

“That…was my first real kiss,” you mumble, looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to look Paige in the eyes.

She moves her hand to your jaw, gently forcing you to meet her soft gaze. “Hey, no shame in that,” she says, stroking your cheek soothingly. You lean into her touch, getting drunk on it, and nod your head. Of course she understood.

She guides you away from the crowded dance floor, seeking solace in the less congested perimeter of the bar and she sits down beside you.

Her hand never leaves your soft skin, and she rubs small circles onto your flesh. Her next question has your cheeks flushing in embarrassment once more, blooming down your chest in a not-so-subtle display.

“So if that was your first kiss, I’m assuming you haven't done anything else?”

You shake your head, not trusting your words at the moment. 

“That’s okay, baby,” she reassures you, her eyes boring into yours. “Have you just not met the right person or…” she trails, trying to gauge why a 21 year old as pretty as you was so inexperienced.

“I have a bit of a habit of liking people who are wildly unavailable,” you mutter, thinking back to your celebrity crushes and the wildly humiliating encounters with the football players at your high school.

“And I’ve always just been terrified of rejection. So it’s been easier to just keep to myself,” you explain. “But now I’m getting older, and the thought of dating when I’m so inexperienced makes me even more nervous.” You bow your head to avoid her gaze, playing with your bracelet to self-soothe.

Paige listens intensely, wheels turning in her head as she does so. “What if you had someone to walk you through it?” She asks.

Your head shoots up, eyes widening in surprise at her question, and your heart rate skyrockets.

What the hell was she even asking?

“Someone meaning…you?” You clarify, and she nods her head, a small smile stretching across her face.

“Why don't you think about it,” she says, not wanting to make you feel pressured. “And if you want to, you know where to find me,” she adds with a wink.

The rest of the girls of the team quickly flock over to join you and Paige, pulling you from your musings, and the night ends soon thereafter.

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You had always prided yourself on being in control. You were in control of your grades. You controlled your environment to absolute perfection. And you certainly had control over your behavior and emotions. 

That was until Paige Bueckers came into the equation and sent you absolutely fucking spiraling. 

In less than 48 hours you had abandoned your previous stance of trying to remain rational and grounded, almost irritatingly logical in favor of floating on a mercurial high. 

You had skipped through your door after being dropped off by Paige, the taste of her chapstick still lingering on your lips. And you were still riding that high a week later.

Your roommates took great pleasure in your recap of Saturday night’s events, and the look of glee never left your face as you recounted Paige’s intoxicating touches and the effects of her kisses. 

You were programmed to be the tiniest bit cynical, though, so you had woken up Sunday morning, mentally preparing yourself to be let down easily by the tall blonde. You knew someone who was as adored as Paige had many options, so you were prepared for the worst. But it never came. 

She had welcomed you into her circle with wide arms, and that was becoming even more glaringly obvious as you checked your phone after your night out. Drunk messages littered your home screen, and your heart soared at the outpouring love you felt from your new friends. 

The week passes quickly as the new school year begins. The classwork is unrelenting, but it was a nice distraction. Your thoughts had been clouded with images of Paige’s eyes and her hands. You could close your eyes and almost smell her perfume, and you could nearly feel her touch, leaving goosebumps scatter across your sensitive skin. 

You consider Paige’s proposal for the millionth time. Was it completely ridiculous to want to give in and do it? You were worried that the friendship you had built with Paige and her friends the past week would get ruined in the weirdness that would inevitably develop, yet the idea was so gloriously tempting. 

Your mind floats back to the kisses you had shared last weekend, and a building ball of want stirs in your belly. You groan, flopping back into your mound of pillows, your hand resting on your bare stomach. You trail it lower, grazing over your panties, causing a jolt to run through you. Your hips stutter as your middle finger dances over your clit, experimenting with the pressure. You had dabbled in self-pleasure before, but typically avoided it out of embarrassment and a general lack of knowledge. 

Pulling aside your panties, you run a few fingers through your folds, gathering your slick and carrying on with tight circles. Pressure starts to build before you hear your roommates outside your door, effectively killing the mood. 

You sigh, pulling your shorts back on and head into your bathroom to wash your hands. As you dry them, you gaze at yourself in the mirror. You had decided. 

Paige Bueckers was going to teach you everything you needed to know. And while the thought absolutely terrified you, the temptation of Paige’s touch gave way to any fears. You knew that you could not continue being the shy, timid girl forever, and someone who you liked actually liked you. The thought of remaining innocent and untouched any longer was nearly unbearable. So before you could talk yourself out of it, you send a quick text to Paige, letting her know that you had finally decided. 

She quickly sends back an enthusiastic reply, sending a wave of butterflies through your belly in anticipation.

‘Of course, I will help! Aubrey will be gone tonight. Want to come over around 8?’

‘Sounds good :)’ 

Shit. Things just got real.

The day flies by, and before you know it, you are once more standing in front of Paige’s day, struggling to gather the courage to knock. You do so, hesitantly, and she wrenches the door open with a huge grin, pulling you into a hug. 

“Are ya ready?” She questions, waggling her eyebrows at you to lighten your nervous mood, and she takes your hand, pulling to sit on the couch. 

You sit down next to her, the warmth of her closeness clouding your senses. You bite your lip in anticipation and play with a lock of hair with your free hand.

“Hey,” she whispers, wanting you to meet her heated gaze. Her bright blue eyes were ablaze with desire and determination. “You still want to do this? We can go as slow as you want. You’re in control, baby,” she reassures, the tone of her voice lulling you into a calmer state of mind.

“Course I do, P,” you say, already moving forward to pull her in for a kiss. 

Paige’s eyes widen at your sudden boldness before she smirks and pulls you in, meeting your lips with the delicious fervor you had grown accustomed to. She lets you take control this time, and as you reach up to cup her jaw, she lets out a quiet moan. It adds fuel to the fire, and you detach your lips to place hot, open-mouthed kisses down the base of her throat.

“Fuck, baby,” she mumbles hoarsly eyes still closed in pleasure. “Where’d you learn that?”

“Books,” you giggle, hands covering your mouth as you laugh at the hilarity of it. 

She chuckles, shaking her head. “You gonna let me teach you all of my tricks now?” She asks smugly, fingers dancing across the exposed skin of your upper thigh.

“Please do,” you nearly whine, the build up leaving you breathless and needy, and Paige pulls you in, determined to show you the many benefits of being with an experienced woman.

And boy, were there a lot. 

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Thanks for reading I love you guys!!! Hope you enjoyed :)

xoxo katy

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[racoonblossom]

Sweetheart | MDNI

summary: Bellamy Blake walks in on the sweetheart!reader doing something not so sweet.

pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

warnings: sweetheart!reader, first time, caught masturbating, unprotected p in v (wrap it up people)

word count: 1.6K

note: not really proofread and this has been in my drafts since September so enjoy :)

You were a sweetheart. The only reason you got locked up on the ark was to save your friend, who stole blankets for their sick mother. You've been locked up since you were 13, so finding out you were going down to earth was exciting. It would be nice for a change in scenery. And that fact that you were only a month away from your 18th birthday, well this saved you from being floated. When you landed you didn’t know anyone, you didn’t stray far from the drop ship. After a couple days you got close to a pair of boys named Jasper and Monty who showed you what real fun was. They were the complete opposite of you in many ways. They always looked for drama and exciting opportunities while you hid behind them.

You were currently giggling as you sat next to the boys, helping them make their famous moonshine. Jasper was ranting about some girls throughout the camp, “no I swear she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” Jasper ranted on with the biggest grin.

“You said that about the last one… and the one before” Monty spoke up, crossing his arms. Biting back the small smile forming. You were too focused on their conversation to notice someone stalking closer. Bellamy Blake. He was the leader once you landed, you stayed clear of him. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were scared shitless of him. Also hot guys?? You had never spoken to one in your entire life.

“Shouldn’t you lot be helping with the wall.” Bellamy spoke up crossing his arms, his words a statement not a question. Jasper and Monty slowly glanced up, you all knew better then to say no to Bellamy or deny his orders. You glanced up at Bellamy for a second, when his eyes met yours you looked away.

"Bellamy, we are doing something important “ Jasper said slowly and carefully with his usual goofy grin. You smiled softly taking the chance to look up at Bellamy for more then a second, he was more attractive up close.

“Making alcohol to get a bunch of teenagers drunk isn’t imp-“ Bellamy was quickly cut off by Jasper. “It’s important!” You glanced between the men, your movements paused as you tried to stay silent. you could see Bellamy get angrier and you didn’t want to be in the middle. “Jasper… we can just come back to this later” you spoke up, your voice soft and barely above a whisper. Bellamy had only seen you a few times, and every time he talked to you or around you. You didn’t speak back.

Bellamy smirked glancing between you and the boys, his gaze lingering on you. Jasper rolled his eyes but got up anyway, Monty following close behind as they went to the wall. You stood up brushing off some dirt from your knees. You were prepared to walk off after your friends but a hand grabbed your elbow. “You. What’s your name.” You froze, did Bellamy just ask for your name? You spun around slowly to face him, a soft blush already spread across your face.

“It’s y/n” you mumbled nervously. He was a lot more intimidating up close. He nodded pursing his lips. You felt his gaze trail up and down your body.

“Never saw you on the ark. Must have been locked up a while” you smiled nervously, his hand still holding onto you. You were about to speak but Bellamy added on “oh and trust me I would’ve remembered someone like…. you” he smirked and you felt your face start to turn red.

You froze unable to speak, was he hitting on you? You never had a guy hit on you before. “I- uh-“ you shuddered, nervously shifting weight from one foot to another. Bellamy saw your nervous behaviour and he gave your shoulder a light squeeze before hurrying off to deal with something. You were stood there in shock. And that interaction is all you could think about for the rest of the night. As you sat around the bonfire, blushing at the mere thought of his hand on you. An unexpected feeling washed over you and it slowly became more uncomfortable over time.

You huffed standing up from your spot around the fire, maneuvering your way through drunk teenagers and people making out, you got back to your tent. You had never done this before but the feeling was overwhelming. You zipped up your tent and moved to lay on your back, you took deep breathes as you got comfortable. You were inexperienced but you weren't an idiot, you knew you were horny. Extremely.

You slowly pushed you hand under the waistband of your pants and slowly pushed two fingers into your entrance, with no resistance. It was embarrassing how wet you were from just a simple touch, the thought of that made your face scrunch up in embarrassment. You started off by thrusting your fingers in and out, curling them randomly. You let out soft whimpers as you tried your best to feel good but to you, it was all so complicated. You switched between curling your fingers and rubbing. You were too busy trying to get off you didn't notice someone slipping into your tent.

"Jesus Christ this is pathetic" You yelped, sitting up and removing your hand from your underwear. You pushed some hair out of your face, Bellamy just caught you getting off. You quickly wiped your fingers, this was a living hell.

"Oh! I was just- well-" you were red now. Bellamy chuckled walking closer to you, as you pushed yourself up the bed trying to create distance. "Princess, I know what I saw I'm not an idiot." You didn't know how to reply so you just nodded your head, wishing you were anywhere but here. "I also heard the soft little whimpers, Bellamy. Bellamy." He added, mocking the whimpers of his name you were making, you weren't even aware that you had been moaning his name.

Bellamy tilted his head moving closer to you, you felt the need to explain yourself. "I'm sorry- my first time I didn't even know I was moaning" you rambled on, the only thing Bellamy was focused on was that you said 'first time'.

Bellamy sighed with a small smirk, "I can help. I mean with anything you need to learn" You tilted your head in confusion, help? You cleared your throat sitting up fully. "H-help? Because I..." You hesitated, refusing to meet his gaze. "I literally haven't done anything." Your voice came out much more hesitant and quieter then you would have liked. Bellamy nodded moving to kneel between your legs on the bed. He slowly hooked his fingers into your waistband, "Can I?" He whispered into your ear before sitting back up.

You nodded urgently, lifting your hips to help him. He chuckled pulling your pants down, along with your underwear. You squeezed your knees together in embarrassment, Bellamy chuckled as he pushed your knees apart. "Huh. I was expecting to prepare you but..." He ran a finger through your folds making you jolt. Bellamy quickly worked on his own pants, pulling them down. Your eyes went wide as you took him in, was that even going to fit?

Bellamy saw your nervous eyes and placed a thumb on your bottom lip, rubbing back and forth gently. You leaned your head back to look up at him better. Bellamy moved to loom over you, bracing his hands either side of your head. You looked up at him, this was really happening. Before you could speak up he placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you melted. Bellamy took control of the kiss so it was easy to learn. Once you were distracted by the kiss he slowly pushed himself in, you yelped grabbing onto his shoulders.

The pain of the stretch was good, but it made a few tears fall from your eyes. He shushed you softly, kissing each tear away as he bottomed out inside you. You panted leaning your head back as Bellamy began to use his thumb on your clit to ease the pain. You were too lost in the pleasure beginning to form that you didn't focus on his words that spilled from his lips. "Shhh doing so good for me." "So tight baby, should've done this earlier" "too sweet for me".

Your body relaxed when the pain had faded, still slightly there. Bellamy began slowly pulling out before slamming back in. Moans started to pour from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut. The sensation that overtook your body was unfamiliar but welcomed.

Bellamy moved quicker when he felt your hips moving up into him. He grabbed the underside of your knees pushing your legs up into your chest, the new angle making you moan louder. His hand clamped down on your mouth, "shh baby, party going on outside. Can't be too loud." He whispered slowly into your ear. You clamped down around him feeling an unfamiliar tightening in your stomach.

Bellamy groaned at how tight you were, his hands coming up to massage your boobs. "Ok there we go- there we go" he grunted out as his movements got sloppy. You used one hand to cover your own mouth as your legs shook. Bellamy squeezed your boobs between his hands as he got closer and closer to his finish.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, you came undone. Pleasure washing up your body with a whimper. He buried his face in your neck panting heavily as he came undone, painting your walls white. You whimpered softly when you felt him pull out. You laid there panting heavily, did you just lose your virginity to Bellamy Blake? Holy shit. You laid on your back as you felt Bellamy collapse beside you. An arm snaking around your waist to pull you into his body.

[thebugcollector2]

Stoned with Dallas Winston

“Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain” (Mary Jane's Last Dance by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers)

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Summary: in which you are a hippie and sometimes get high with your good friend Dallas Winston (fluff)

Warnings: smoking, weed, mentions of drinking

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Most of the time, Dallas Winston preferred getting completely pissed drunk rather than a universal high. He often would go to parties, slamming drink after drink, only to find himself next to a random broad the morning after. 

Now Dallas did enjoy it, don’t let it be mistaken. Though, every once in a while he would find himself longing for the feeling of hot smoke burning his throat until his mind went fogged. 

So, once every few weeks you would get a call from Dally. His voice was alway rasped and gruff over the phone and it made your head spin. He knew you always had pot and that you were always looking for someone to get high with. It always went the same. You guys would spend the entire evening together, and on the rare occasion the night as well. Nothing out of pocket would be done between the two of you, at the most your shoulders brushing against each other if you sat too close, but never anything more.

You were sitting on Dallas’ bed, back against the wall with your knees hugged against your chest. He sat next to you, red eyed with a hidden smirk on his lips. You guys had been together for about four hours and in that time frame, two joints had been smoked and a pack of cigarettes as well. 

“Dallas,” you turned your head to look at him, a lopsided grin plastered on your lips as you spoke “what’s your zodiac sign?” 

Dally’s chest hummed as he stiffed a laugh, “Jesus Christ, man, you’re always asking dumb shit,” he shook his head and took a hit of his cigarette, “I don’t know doll, born in November so whatever that means.”

Doll, your smile widened at the nickname and that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

You shrugged and looked away “I believe in ‘em,” you rested your chin on the top of your knees. “I think it’s all real interesting when you look into it,” you rambled, not even really processing what you were saying. “I like the stars and moon phases and all that,”

“I know ya do, doll.” He watched as you fell quiet. You reached for the pack of cigarettes that was to your right and lit one. Dallas would never say it out loud, but he always felt a sense of admiration towards you. He had never met someone in Tulas who was so entrancing and calm. You held a peace about you and that was rare for people that hung around him. Dallas watched as the smoke from your cigarette drizzled slowly from your mouth. “November ninth,” he broke the silence and smirked as he watched a wide grin form on your face. 

“Scorpio,” you murmured as you glanced his way. “Very loyal and uh,” you squinted at him as you fell deep in thought, “protective and intense too.” 

A deep chuckle came from him. “Hope that’s a good thing,” he inhaled his cigarette deeply. 

“I think so,” you always found yourself unable to hide your smile when you were with Dallas. It made your face feel numb from it. You’d blame it on the weed, but deep down you knew it was because of him.

“What ‘bout you,” Dallas gestured towards you as he spoke, “what’s your sign, or whatever” he mumbled. Normally he would have left the conversation silent, using the time to fall deep in thought. Though, for some reason he couldn’t explain, he wanted to listen and watch you keep talking. 

“Pisces.” you sighed and hit your cigarette before you continued on. “I would say we feel things very deeply, kinda like um, like a deep emotional connection to the universe.” Dallas noticed how your voice went soft and how your gaze formed a gentle look. “Also very creative but a bit impulsive.” 

Dallas also wanted to blame the weed for the thought, but he thought at that moment he had never seen anyone look so beautiful.

[lostinforestbound]

hello !! ur my absolute favorite rolan writer and i wanted to make a hc request or whatever u want it to be of lia & cal bonding with tav over embarrassing rolan (like telling tav about embarrassing stories about him when he still had a crush on tav or something like that) if not that’s okay love your writing !! 🫶

Absolutely!!! I love writing for Cal and Lia, especially when they both team up to bully Rolan a little! Thank you so much for your patience while Requests were closed, I know this has been sitting in here since March!

Cal and Lia Bonding with Tav (By Embarrassing Rolan)

When Tav and Rolan became serious, Cal and Lia were genuinely so happy for them. But they were especially happy for Rolan, their grump of a big brother finding someone who truly understands him.

That absolutely does not mean he's safe from being teased though! In fact, this only made their teasing much worse, now that they had another person to embarrass him in front of.

"Hey Tav, did you know Rolan got so drunk one time he started gushing about you, telling us how fucking irritating you were but then how pretty/handsome your face was?" "LIA!"

Cal and Lia would never tease about Rolan's most vulnerable moments. Not unless they have explicit permission from Rolan to do so. They love to tease Rolan to annoy, never to harm. Some things that are off limits include his condition at Last Light Inn. Lia joked about his drunken foolishness lightheartedly, but when his face twisted into a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and sorrow, she immediately regretted it.

Lia apologized and the both of them made up extremely quickly, as she never meant to upset him, but they both knew then that the topic wasn't something to joke about. Not yet, at least, the wound is too fresh.

It doesn't take long for Tav too feed off of their teasing energy, since they both do it so much, especially when they're around. When they start joining in, Cal and Lia pull them aside to tell them Rolan's limits. This is the first time they see them both extremely protective of Rolan. While they both tease him plenty, that's still their big brother. They won't let anyone harm him.

After that quick discussion, the three immediately bond over messing with Rolan, much to his absolute dismay.

Cal and Lia talk about things he did when they were kids! Firebolts backfiring, covering himself in soot. His first ever date and how much of a disaster it was. Him correcting people's pronunciations on words, almost getting himself into a few fist fights. They'll even talk about how much of a bumbling fool he was before he and Tav's first date, trying to pick the perfect outfit that looked the most impressive, but not too impressive or it'll look like he's trying too hard.

In turn, Tav will talk about their past interactions, like how they made Rolan absolutely flustered for the first time. They were looking in his eyes and complimented the irises, saying they looked like Citrine. A yellow stone that generally means success. They have never seen him so damned flustered, they HAD to share!

Sometimes, Rolan is just sitting there in between the three completely embarrassed and unable to do anything about it. No matter how much he protests to the teasing, they still take joy in torturing him so. He wouldn't have it any other way.

[yintwintpen]

Loss

Summary: Joel tries to comfort you after you've lost a close friend.

Post outbreak. Angst. TW for death.

You lay on your side, looking out of the window, focusing on the light coming from one of the apartments on the other side of the street. You couldn't help but think to yourself, what were the people over there doing? What were they thinking? Had they ever felt as bad as you do right now?

You sniffed and wiped your snot into your shirt, thinking about the shadows behind their boarded windows. You looked over your shoulder, hearing his heavy boots walk through the front door, but turned back on your side, hugging your legs tighter. Thinking about talking with him would make you break down again, so you sniffled and buried your face into the flat pillow.

It smelled like Joel; you never laid on this side of the bed, but if you laid on your side, you might have to look at him when he walked in the room, and that wasn't something you wanted to do. "Babe?" You listened as the footsteps got closer and turned your head slightly so the pillow wasn't suffocating you any more than it felt like you already were. Your chest was tight; for a moment, you considered responding but decided against it.

Joel opened the door and stood in the door frame, looking at you. What was he thinking? Was he trying to gauge if you were asleep or not? Certainly, he'd heard from someone while working about what had happened. Then again, maybe not; he wasn't the talkative type...well, that gave him more time to listen, so he must've known. Joel walked around the bed, and you turned your head away from him, facing your side of the bed. You wondered what your pillow would smell like if you fled to it to get away from Joel.

"Babe."

You hummed in response, unable to meet his eyes. You could feel the tears choking up in your throat, and the harder you tried not to think about it, the more you did. You could feel him kneeling near the bed, his hand going to touch your shoulder. Although it was usually a welcome feeling, you shrugged it off.

"I heard about...I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. I know how much she meant to you...to us both." Joel cleared his throat and laid his hand close enough to your back for you to feel the warmth. You nodded in response, hugging yourself tighter. Everything in you wanted to turn around, hug him, and cry, but you were so used to getting through things by yourself. Especially since the outbreak, people died. That was the norm. But this long into the outbreak, the idea that someone, your friend, could. You shook your head, unable to finish the thought, and looked down.

Tears and snot ran down your face, and you wiped at them, rubbing them into the sheets. You had just seen her, that's what he didn't understand, just spoken to her, just hugged her, just laughed with her. Who laughs if they are going to... Your mind couldn't finish the thought. You couldn't even speak to Joel about this; if you said it out loud, that would make it real.

You had to be high. You must be drunk or dreaming. You sat up facing the wall from Joel. You were going to be sick. No, you were dizzy. No, you needed to go for a walk. No, you needed an inhaler. You pulled on your shoes and stood up, walking towards the door, unable to look at Joel still. But you could hear him; he was right behind you, walking closer to you than your own shadow. You reached out to grab the front door knob, and Joel's hand closed over yours, holding it in place.

"I need to go to her house."

"Babe."

"This is a misunderstanding, I need to talk to her. I need to see. I need to see her." You were gasping; it felt like the air was out of you before you could say what you needed, but you were in a rush. You didn't have time to explain, you just needed to go. Why couldn't Joel see that? Why didn't he understand?

"She's not there."

"You don't know that Joel."

"I wouldn't lie to you."

"You don't understand, you don't understand." Someone was yelling; their voice was cracking every time they repeated themselves. It's me, you thought. I am the one screaming. You thought, I wonder if he can understand anything I am saying right now. I am a blubbering mess, choked up on my phlegm, flailing around this tiny ass apartment. I would like to know what I look like right now. Take a mental picture, Joel. This is your girl, and she's putting on a show.

You yanked your arm away from him and turned towards him, starting to swing your fists at him widely. He took a few long strides back, his hands held out to block you, a blank look on his face. If you are going to run off a man, you might as well make a grand show of it, you thought to yourself.

"Hit me back! Hit me back!" That seemed to snap Joel out of it, but he didn't look mad. He looked upset. Not upset with you, though; more upset for you, it looked like he pitied you.

"Stop...stop it." Joel grabbed your arms and shook them like he was trying to shake you back into your body. He leaned into your face, staring you down hard.

"You don't understand anything, Joel." You whined, wailing out loudly, your legs giving out from under you. Joel held you up and squatted down, tightly wrapping you in his arms.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," he mumbled into your shoulder, rocking you both. As much as you wanted to fight against him, you also wanted him to keep holding you like this. You needed him to keep you grounded because you felt like, at any minute, you were going to combust.

How does a human survive this life? How do you deal with death at every corner? Who do you turn to when everyone around you is dropping like flies? Why keep opening up when every time you find yourself hurt again?

"I was just talking to her. You don't understand."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I am so sorry." Joel held you into him tightly, rubbing up and down your arm soothingly, rocking the two of you.

Is this why? Do you have to have all that pain and suffering for moments like this? Perhaps this is why you keep waking up in the morning, to have someone in your corner apologizing on behalf of a world that keeps kicking you while you're down.

[phantomoftheskies]

IT’S BACK! FINALLY- THE ONE, THE ONLY, TONE-DEAF BARD HEADCANNONS PART TWO!!

Who knew I’d get super sick on Venti’s birthday and then forget all about this? Not me- but uhhhh it’s here now! Soooo…

Sorry •^•

-Venti got his cat allergy from the nameless bard, as well as his hatred for cheese.

-When Venti first shifted into a human form, he didn’t know how to use it. It took many tries to really grasp how to walk, and especially how to talk…

-Adding onto that, when Venti first tried to talk, only squeaks would come out of his mouth, although he adapted to basic language rather quickly.

-When first grasping the human concept of “love”, Venti was weirded out by the thought of a kiss- it just really didn’t make sense to him. Why would people press their faces together to show affection? That’s disgusting!

-In his spirit form, when he drinks water or any liquid, it looks as if he’s absorbing it like a sponge because he hops inside the liquid and it slowly dries up as it’s inhaled into the void.

-Zhongli and Venti share a special relationship, but are famous for keeping how close they are to each other a secret. Some of the archons think they’re married, while others think they hate each other. It used to be a guessing game between the gods about how much they care about each other.

-Venti’s weak point in battle is that he’s much more reliant on air than other beings. He can’t stay underwater for long, and being choked will render him unable to throughly connect with Anemo.

-Mr. Fox and the Clockwork Guardsman is a reflection of Venti and Zhongli :) also if you haven’t read the storybooks in the Archive they’re actually so good you should

-Venti actually chooses whether to be drunk or not. Sometimes he’ll decide that he wants to be drunk, and deliberately lets the alcohol affect him while other times (AKA almost never) he chooses not to get drunk and simply enjoy the flavor of the wine.

-Venti’s worst fear is to be trapped alone, which is why he’s so afraid of his slumbers

-During his slumbers, Venti dreams of an almost alternate reality of Teyvat, where everything is perfect. Khaenri’ah never fell, the Original Seven never died, etc etc

-When he wakes up, he usually secludes himself for several days as he tries to recover from thinking that that was reality, only to find out it isn’t.

-Ehe~

-Venti is very self-conscious of his singing, despite what he acts like- but not in the way you might think. The voice he uses is the nameless bard’s voice, so whenever someone compliments him on having a beautiful voice, he silently feels guilty because he feels like he’s stealing the nameless bard’s praise.

-When archons cry, their tears glow the same color as their element because of the pure elemental energy in their bodies.

-Venti can speak to animals (proven by the NPCs outside Mondstadt), Sage claims to have seen a young green boy with white tights speaking to animals in the forest

-Venti hates mirrors because he’s reminded of the nameless bard every time he looks at himself

-Whenever Venti is embarrassed, his braids light up

-Since Venti canonically knows all songs past, present, and future, I like to think he really likes present-day k-pop songs and randomly starts singing them and everyone just stares at him

-The archons have a tradition where, to celebrate a new archon’s rise to power, they create a gift for them unlike anything in the mortal world as of that age. The first ever kite was a gift to Lord Barbatos

-Venti fidgets with his braids a lot when he’s nervous

-The feathers on Venti’s fake vision are the feather pair he tried and failed to give to his friend- in one of his stories, it’s told that his friend wished to see birds, so he tried to get a feather for him and for himself. However, when he returned, the battle with Decarabian had already begun and by the time he found the bard, he had already fallen

[allthewhumpygoodness]

It's B who's always been the party animal, not A. But they're friends, and B has way more other friends than A does, so where they go, A goes too.

"It'll be good for you," B told them before they set off, throwing an arm around their shoulders. "You need more friends who aren't me."

Maybe, grudgingly, A would agree. Still, they have no desire to spend their night in a stuffy apartment full of drunk people they've never met, either bored out of their mind or anxious out of their skin, depending.

But they're B's friend, so for the first twenty minutes of the party that's exactly what they do.

And for a while, it isn't too bad. The party isn't crazy loud - nobody's smashing windows or dancing on the kitchen table or getting into fistfights - but it's still too much for A to comfortably join in. They spend most of it quietly petting B's cat in the corner, bottled water in hand, giving quick smiles and at most a few words of greeting to whoever notices them. Just-enough smiles, 'I'm-not-a-creep-I-just-have-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-people' smiles. Most people don't talk to them at all, though, so there's no reason for anything more.

After a couple hours, in which A has slowly pried themselves from the corner and the cat and gets used to hovering near the closest snack table, things start getting hazy. The lights in the room are blurring a little, the outlines of people and objects smudging in between blinks - they've never needed glasses before, but this is what they'd imagine it feels like. If they'd been drinking anything other than their own bottled water, they would've worried somebody spiked their drink. They feel weird, and disoriented, and bad.

Worse, whatever this feeling is, it's come on too quickly for them to notice it happening.

After some time they find themselves seated back on the couch, though the cat is now nowhere in sight. Sounds are too loud, even the dim light is too bright, and above all they feel somehow removed from the rest of the room, floating somewhere far away with no roots in the world they're seeing. And they're sniffling. When did their nose start running?

Disjointed as they are, it takes them much too long a moment to realize someone is talking to them.

They turn their head slowly, alarmed at how dizzy it makes them. A face hovers close to theirs, eyebrows raised and expression questioning. They have to blink hard to make the features come into focus.

"I haven't seen much of you tonight," says this new person, a small smile playing on their lips. Flirtatious almost, it clicks into A's fuzzy brain.

"Oh," is all they can say.

"I don't think we've met."

A shakes their head, trying to clear it. "I'm A," they say.

They struggle to remember if they've ever spoken to this person before, but their brain seems to be blocked, leaving them unable to speak let alone think. "You're not B", they say eventually --realizing a second later what a stupid sounding thing to say that is.

But the figure next to them laughs. "Took you long enough to notice. I'm C. Have you had one too many?"

A swallows, their throat tight and scratchy. "I don't drink."

"Okay, I believe you," says C, sounding like they don't believe it at all. "Are you a friend of B's? We've been friends for ages, I'm surprised I've never met you before."

Whenever C moves, it's like a fuzzy halo of light around them shifts a moment after, following just a little too far behind. Their face is bright; it kind of hurts to look at them and it's kind of mesmerizing and A isn't sure what to do.

"Hey, A? Are you with me?"

A blinks, suddenly extraordinarily tired. The face in front of them is swaying and blurring and looks so very wrong...

"I'm fine," they mutter. "Just pretty tired. Long day."

C gives what looks like a sympathetic smile, but their eyebrows form a slight crease. "Are you ok? You're sweating."

"Am I?" They feel chilled if anything, damp and clammy.

With a slight smirk, C folds part of their sleeve over their hand and brushes the fabric across A's forehead. The sleeve melts into their skin. "There," they say, "all better."

But even as the words leave their mouth, their expression changes from playful to concerned, a frown sprouting up. To A's surprise, their hand stays where it was, resting on their temple, then flips over so their knuckles brush the skin on their forehead ever so gently. A can't stop looking at them, the outline of their face is glowing...

"Oh," they say softly, "you've got a fever."

It takes a second for them to process what's being said, because they feel like they're standing halfway inside a weird world where the edges of things melt together and voices are too long and minutes are too tall and surfaces sparkle like dew...and even when they do they have to shake their head, fighting to clear it first. "I...do I?" Does it matter?

There's a soft pressure on their face as C keeps their hand in place. "You feel like you do...why haven't you told anyone you're sick?"

"I'm - not - "

It's like they're looking at a photograph with the contrast turned way up - shadows are so dark they can hardly see the corners of the room anymore, and the lights are blinding. They try shaking their head again, but everything swoops around them like a rocking ship. Is that the earth turning?

C taps them on the shoulder, and then they're standing up and towering over A. "B has a guest room somewhere. Let's go find it, shall we?"

Before they know it they're being pulled to their feet, swaying as the ground swoops out from under them, and gripping the nearest steady thing - which turns out to be C's shoulder. They hadn't realized just how badly off they were until now, only upon standing to they feel how weak and wobbly their knees are, or how badly their back and legs and head ache, how heavy they feel.

They cling to C. The party blends and melts around them; shapes crumbling into one another, sounds too muffled and twisted to make out. It makes A so dizzy they're almost sick to their stomach, struggling to focus on anything that isn't moving.

As it turns out, that one steady thing is C's shoulder.

The rest of the journey is a blur, but the next thing they know they're somewhere much quieter and darker, and a pair of hands is guiding them to lie down on something soft, drawing a warm cover over them.

It takes their brain a moment to catch up. "Whose bed is this?" they mumble once it does.

"It's a guest room," says C's voice from somewhere close by. "B won't mind. I'll check with them later, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

To their horror, A feels tears prickle at the corners of their eyes. Even lying down in the warmth and the dark, they feel so miserable. "B doesn't care about me," they say. They aren't sure where this is coming from, but once it's out, it's out. "They - they left me. I haven't seen them all night. They don't want me here..."

C makes a soft, sympathetic sound. When A opens their eyes again they're sitting near them, one hand gently on their shoulder. "I'm sure B still cares a lot about you, they're just caught up with things right now. Once I tell them you're sick they'll be all over you trying to help, you just wait."

A sniffs. They can't deny C's good at sounding reassuring. "Everything hurts."

"I know. I'm sorry. I wonder what you've caught...if it came on so quickly it could be the flu...why don't I get you some water and a couple painkillers, that should help - "

"Wait, C -" A tries to sit up but right away collapse again in a cold sweat, head swimming. Their fingers find C's sleeve and grip it. "Please don't go yet. Just...just one more minute."

It feels like an hour that C pauses for, not moving. But then they sit down on the edge of the bed, one hand tentatively reaching up to stroke A's hair. "Okay. One more minute."

The shadows are still too dark, oppressive and threatening, while the light from the little lamp C turned on hurts their already sore eyes. But C's hand is gentle and soft, maybe cool and maybe warm but either way it's soothing on their skin.

A hardly knows them - at all - but curling up closer to that kind hand is easy. It's natural. So that's just what A does.

[ratmonky]

Go Go Bottle Girl!

warnings: non-con

word count: 3.2k

ao3 link

forgive me i wrote this drunk on prosecco and uhhh in like 2 hours?? probs bad but god i love him

News about the beauty working at the nightclub spread very quickly.

The club was more crowded than any other night and you had become the main attraction, patrons were buying drinks every hour to have you serve them so they could talk to you for a brief moment. Most of the night, you were dancing for the patrons. Every time someone opened an expensive bottle, you were there to entertain them.

To you it was easy money, you didn’t need to get naked or touched and the tips you got from the drunk patrons were enough to pay your rent. You had been employed for only a few months but you were happy with the job and your boss who was very picky with who he was letting inside the club. It was always men in suits and those who knew how to behave. For a nightclub, it was sophisticated and exclusive. 

Tonight was another ordinary night. You were serving drinks, talking to the patrons, and dancing. You were in your own world to notice how the air in the club shifted at the arrival of the new patrons. You only noticed when your boss who was often in his office came out to the front of the bar, fidgeting with his fingers. Decidedly approaching him, you smiled while asking what was wrong.

“The owner’s here,” he mumbled, putting the tip of his fingers in his mouth. He started chewing. 

“Okay? Is that bad?” you asked, still smiling. “Should I go greet him?”

He shook his head before pointing at the reception. “ No. There are other customers asking after you.”

“I’ll handle them now,” you said but your walk to the reception came to an abrupt stop when you bumped into someone. The man caught you as you stumbled, you held onto his arm and let out a nervous laugh with an apology. You looked up at his face after standing upright, meeting his dark gaze. He was tall enough to make you feel short even with your heels on. You bowed your head and he walked away.

You walked towards the reception. The new guy smiled and told you to greet your next customers at table twenty with the bottle they ordered. You were immediately on your way.

Most of the men of the night were kind and quite flirty. They talked to you, watched you do the bottle dance to entertain them, finished the bottle, and left after an hour or two of drinking. You kept noticing the gaze of a certain man who was being served by one of your coworkers, his eyes were on you each time you turned your head. It was starting to get slightly creepy but you started to ignore it.

The club was nearing the closing hour and you were getting a bit tired. Your heels were brand new and even though you knew they would hurt your feet, like every other time before, you thought you would break the shoes without getting any blisters. Yet here you were, feet sizzling in pain. You did a good job of hiding the pain. You could see the owner drinking at the bar when you looked at him. He caught your gaze and pointed for you to approach him. Maybe it was time to leave soon. 

“One more customer,” he said. “Then you can leave for tonight.”

Unable to deny your boss’ orders, you nodded. 

He motioned the bartender and the bartender pulled out one of the special bottles you had never seen before. Looked like whisky. 

“Take this cognac and this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver designer lighter, “For the cigarettes.” There was a pause before he watched you prepare a tray for the bottle. “Don’t dance, this bottle does not get a special service.”

That was pretty unusual but you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to sit down instead of dancing to rest your hurting feet. You put the bottle on a tray and held the lighter in your hand. “Anything else?”

He looked at you with a bitter look on his face like he was about to tell you a lie, “No.”

You waved at the waiter who was waiting at the reception to help you with the tray. He hurriedly walked and took the tray you prepared.

You turned around to check your next customers. There were four tables left. Three of them were occupied with your coworkers. The vacant one had only three men at the table, one of them was the man you ran into earlier, the one who had been staring at you intensely. You grabbed three glasses to put on the tray for the cognac. The waiter lowered the tray for you to put the glasses and the bartender put a small bowl of ice on the counter so you put that on the tray as well.

“Let’s go,” you smiled and approached the table with your best service smile. “Good evening,” you greeted and turned to the waiter who was standing beside you, taking the bottle, you put it on the table.

The men were quiet. 

“Have you been enjoying the drinks?” you asked, noticing the other opened bottles of expensive whisky and rum. They didn’t look drunk at all. 

No answer. 

You didn’t let it stop your good service, you put the glasses in front of them and then the ice. The waiter bowed and left without waiting for another second. 

When you made a move to sit, two of the men stood up, dipping their heads in a nod while looking at the man you recognized. He nodded like he gave them permission and you watched while they walked towards the bar where your boss was. 

Your boss stared at the two men and his shoulders tensed, you saw it from a distance but you could tell he was stressed. He glanced at you and one of the men shoved him forward. Your jaw dropped as you watched them take him to the backroom where his office was.

“Open the bottle,” the man spoke, startling you and taking your attention away from your boss. 

Having worked in the service industry for a long time, you were a natural with the friendly smile you gave to the customers. It was almost like a mask you wore to work and nonetheless, if you just saw your boss get dragged into the backroom, the moment you turned to face the man, you were offering him a smile.

You did as he wanted, opening the bottle and pouring some cognac into his glass. You were about to put the bottle down when he spoke again.

“Pour one for yourself.”

“I’m not supposed to drink while working,” you forced out a chuckle, still smiling politely. 

“You do as I say,” he replied, reaching into his blazer’s inner pocket for something. You saw the shiny black handle of a pistol. Your body went frigid, you weren’t sure if he did that on purpose or accident but you shakingly poured some cognac for yourself as he pulled out a cedar cigar box from his blazer.

You didn’t know what to do but watch him after pouring your drink. It was fascinating to watch, it looked like this was an art he had mastered over the years with great care. 

He put the cigar box on the table next to his glass, the box itself was old and well-used. He slid open the lid to carefully pull out a cigar, you weren’t sure if they were the same or all different but you knew he had chosen that cigar for a reason. 

He dug his hand into his pocket again to get a cigar cutter, he placed the cigar between the engraved cigar cutter’s blades and snipped. The foot was cut perfectly, he smiled to himself as he put the cutter back in his pocket after snipping a bit from the other end and placed the cigar between his lips. Then he looked at you. 

You had been watching him gracefully prepare his cigar with all of your attention that you forgot you existed at this moment with him. The lighter in your hand started to get heavier with the expectant look of his. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, not knowing why. You flicked the lighter with your thumb and held it up to the perfectly cut foot of the cigar. After reaching up with the lighter to light his cigar, you watched him lean in just a little and stayed like that for a moment, his eyes were on you as he tilted his head to let the flame of the lighter burn the foot evenly.

The strong smell of tobacco made you furrow your brows and he smiled, pulling back, satisfied with the well-lit cigar. He leaned back with one arm on the backrest of the booth, he inhaled. 

You put the lighter on the table and you regretted your decision because now you were awfully aware of your hands as you placed them on your lap. It also made you aware of how short your dress was and although you wanted to pull it down, if you did, the front of your dress would go lower and expose your cleavage further. You chose to have a bit too much leg showing than to bring any attention to your chest.

The sound of commotion filled your ears and you turned to look at the reception, watching one of the men from earlier kick out the other patrons. Your coworkers were yelling at the man and he reached into his blazer, pulling out something.

You gasped even though you couldn’t see, your coworkers’ faces told you enough. You saw them walk towards the door with their hands up and not a single one of them looked behind. The man turned around as he was putting away what he had in his hand and you recognized it as a pistol.

Smoke appeared in your vision and you looked at the man sitting beside you, his eyes were on you. “Drink.”

It was an order. 

You reached for your glass and noticed an ice piece resting on top, he had been kind enough to put some in yours as well in his. You took a sip and quickly decided to take another to ease your nerves. 

He inhaled from the cigar again and put his arm around you. His hand was on your bottom, tips of his fingers touching the cushion of the booth seat. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t supposed to touch you at all but you could figure out that the rules didn’t apply to him.

When he exhaled you noticed that he had gotten closer from how close the smoke was to you. He reached for his glass while holding the cigar between two fingers. He took a long sip as his fingers on your side hooked under your skirt, he pulled the thin fabric up, and out of fear, you stayed completely still.

“You’re still working,” he reminded, giving the bare flesh a squeeze, the dull voice had a dangerous glint hidden underneath, “Entertain me.”

There was no way of knowing what would happen next and you wanted to keep the man satisfied. You offered a smile, it took you everything to keep yourself from trembling. “How was your evening so far?”

“Fine.” He withdrew his hand in a dangerously slow move and his lips almost curled up into a smile. Taking another swig of his cognac, the man looked at your glass that was in your lap, wordlessly ordering you to drink. 

You took a long sip, it burned your throat but you were grateful for anything that could take your mind off of this moment. “What do you do for work?” you asked, trying not to look at your exposed bottom, you didn’t dare to pull the skirt of your dress down.

He put the glass down and took an inhale from his cigar before pointing at you. 

After a nervous chuckle, “Is there anything special you’d want me to do?” you asked next.

A slight smirk formed on his lips and he handed you his cigar. The strong tobacco had been overwhelming you before but now it was even more intense. You took the cigar from him and inhaled while looking at him. It was too strong and you felt it burn your throat, so you coughed softly without being able to stop yourself. 

“Excuse me,” you apologized and handed the cigar back to him. He took it from you and placed it on the ashtray. There was a chuckle, he found it amusing. Then he took the glass away from you. 

When you turned to look at him, you felt his hands on your knees. It surprised you enough to make you jolt and let out a gasp. He wrapped his hands under the back of your knees and pulled you towards him while spreading your legs. Without the support of the backrest of the booth, you found your back on the seat cushion.

“Sir,” you said, panicked and loud. Your hands went to his shoulders to put a distance between the two of you but he already had you where he wanted. Retrieving his hands from your knees, he grabbed the skirt of your dress and pushed it up until it gathered around your tummy. You opened your mouth to plead but he reached for the front of your dress next, pulling the fabric down to expose your bare breasts. 

Wrapping your arms around your breasts you tried lifting your head to look behind you but the man pushed you down and put a knee between your legs. His other hand went to your panties, he cupped your pussy and let a finger drag along your slit. 

Your legs closed instantly but his knee prevented you from stopping him, so, you grabbed his wrist with your hands and tried pushing him away.

He wasn’t affected at all, you weren’t strong enough to budge his hand and instead, he slid your panties to the side to push a finger inside, taunting you of his strength. 

Frustrated, you squirmed under him, letting out pained yelps. Your bare chest glistened under the club’s lights, there for him to admire. Frozen in his place, the man did nothing but look down at you squirming in fear, aimlessly fighting back. 

Thus he couldn’t resist burying his face in your chest, letting his lips trail along your cleavage and kissing your breast while he thrust another finger in your pussy.   

Your hands went to his hair this time, grabbing chunks and pulling, trying to stop him. He smiled against your skin and you felt his teeth sink on the supple flesh of your breast as a warning for you to stop, gasping in pain you stopped pulling his hair.

His growing erection between your bodies poked your stomach as he shamelessly humped you into the booth seat. You let out a sound closer to a moan when he sucked on your nipple, tongue moving gently in circles. His fingers left your pussy to rub on your clit with his thumb when you let out another noise. 

His tongue felt scaldingly hot on your breast, you could smell the cognac and tobacco in his breath. His perfume was more vibrant too, it was rich enough to make your head spin and you knew it was a scent that would make you recognize this man if you ever got to smell it again in the future.

Impatiently, he pulled his fingers away from your pussy and unbuckled his belt, shoving the front of his pants down. You didn’t get to comprehend what was happening until he placed the tip of his hard cock against your entrance and thrust inside slowly until the entire length was buried inside your cunt. His thick cock was stretching your walls, letting you take the shake of him. He then abruptly slammed into you with an amazing force, tearing a silent scream out of you.

You pulled his hair again, whimpering in pain with your lips parted.  He didn’t bite you again but his mouth moved to your neck as he pulled out of you to thrust his hips forward in full force. He buried his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily while continuing to fuck you in slow but strong thrusts. 

He kept tentatively pulling out before slamming his hips forward, it was strong enough to make your back hurt against the leather seat. Your hair was being pulled and the squeaky noises were deafening you. Yet, you could still hear the man panting against your neck. 

Grabbing you by the sides, the man began mercilessly pounding in your pussy and he sank his teeth into your neck, biting and biting. You started getting louder, fueled by your cute noises his thrusts became stronger and more animalistic each time you screamed or whimpered.

He removed his teeth from your neck, the flesh was numb and he moved onto your lips. He kissed you in a rough, impatient way and once you gave him access by opening your mouth, his lips wrapped around the tip of your tongue, sucking the muscle into his mouth, savoring your taste. 

His balls slapped against your ass and his pace started to falter.  He tried stealing a few more thrusts before he felt the ecstasy surging through his body. Your walls tightened around his cock and slammed his cock into you for the last time. He moaned into your mouth, kissing you more needily. You felt the warm bursts of his seed flooding your pussy and found yourself moaning as he continued fucking his cum into you. 

“We got the money.”

Both of you froze. He was calmer than you as he looked up at the man he came here with. You covered yourself, noticing his degrading gaze. The man on top of you pulled out of you and took a moment to clean himself before tucking himself back into his pants. 

You took the first second of your freedom to fix your clothing, trying not to move too much to stay away from everyone's conscience. The other second of your freedom was to observe the club. Nobody else was there other than these men. As if waiting for his cue, the third man walked out of the backroom with a hammer in his hand, covered in blood. When you looked closely, you could see the blood dripping from the hammer too. 

The man himself reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, he fished out a stack of money, and put it on the table. He glanced at you as he took his cedar box from the table and the still-lit cigar from the ashtray.

You met his gaze. 

He dipped his head in a nod as he was moving out of the booth, “See you.” 

The other two followed after him without sparing you another look.

You sat there processing if you should call the funeral service or the ambulance for your boss with the sticky cum leaking out of you. 

[quilna]

im not too sure if this is the right account to send this ask to (very sorry if it isnt) but i was curious if youd be willing to chat/ramble about your own personal jekyll and hyde version? i remember having a small talk with you on artfight about your jekyll and hyde version (im dragondog from artfight if youre curious) and my curiosity has been peaked ever since. i need to know more. your own personal jekyll and hyde designs and story seem so interesting but i rarely see you talk about them which i think is just absolutely criminal.

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The sacred question has been asked - someone has asked about my ocs-

This is a perfectly okay account to ask this to! It's the closest I've got to a Jekyll and Hyde account after all.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking!!! This ask was gnawing at me in a good way for most of the day while I was away from my computer, considering what information to include and how to explain stuff. It was a lot of fun!

I'm also glad you found them interesting!!!

(Also going to say before I start is that my Jekyll and Hyde versions get very self indulgent which is why I usually keep them to myself so some factors about my story might sound rather weird or seem to come out of left field. Just a heads up.)

So I guess the best place to start would probably be with Jekyll and Hyde themselves?

Like the book, the two of them are basically the same person. When Jekyll turns into Hyde and vice versa, nobody 'takes control', it's more like getting high or drunk where they're still the same person but still act quite different or think differently from each other.

However, they do have differing opinions on each other. Hyde, being a less repressed version of Jekyll, understands a lot of Jekyll's emotions better than him. He knows when Jekyll regrets something or cares more than he wants to let on. Though, as much as he can have these realisations, when he turns back into Jekyll, he tends to dismiss them as 'irrational' thoughts brought on by the potion and not worth considering (aka, the repression kicks in and he refuses to entertain any conclusions he came to as Hyde.)

This leads to a lot of frustration and concerns from Hyde. The knowledge that he has to turn back into Jekyll, whereupon anything he's realised about themself, anything that could help them both, will be instantly dismissed by himself the moment he turns back. No matter how much he writes it down or tells it to himself again and again because it's not forgotten, Jekyll just doesn't want to look at it. And he can't just bother Jekyll as a hallucination ghost like most adaptations. When he turns back, Hyde is gone. Like a stain of breath on glass.

This also leads to fear from Hyde towards his alter ego - If Jekyll ever decided the potion wasn't worth his time and threw it away, Hyde would be unable to do anything about it, would be the one throwing it away in fact. He wouldn't be able to scream or protest or anything. And he enjoys being Hyde. It wouldn't really be death but he enjoys being Hyde so much and hates the monotony of Jekyll so much that it would be like a death.

Luckily, Jekyll isn't planning on throwing the potion out because they do feel the same way and Jekyll enjoys taking the potion and being Hyde just as much (even if he would never actually admit that's the reason). The fear is still there though, ever present.

...I've gotten so deep into explaining their relationship that I have not explained anything else yet, whoops.

Both Jekyll and Hyde have some inhuman traits about them since the first transformation. Jekyll has mildly reflective eyes like a cat but it can only be seen in certain lighting so nobody notices. He also moves with a little too much perfection, a little too graceful, a little lacking in the usual human clumsiness.

Hyde, meanwhile, is just very off putting in many ways. For one is his eyes as shown by this diagram that I made for artfight. (Also his teeth, and his insides being green)

His eyes change shape, a bit like a cartoon character. Other people can, in fact, see this and it is, in fact, weird for them. (He can also probably say <3 and everyone else asks how he just did that with his mouth.)

He also changes based on Jekyll's perception of himself and his 'evils'. This means he can get taller or shorter, or become more obviously monstrous or go back to just being a guy with an uneasy feel about him just based on Jekyll's opinions. If Jekyll starts to fear Hyde and view him as a threat, Hyde changes physically to reflect this.

Personality-wise, Jekyll likes to keep control over every aspect of his life, creating perfect schedules for everything that he's going to do in a day, timing each event down to the minute, designing contingencies in case anything unexpected happens. He can be friendly enough to other people for the sake of his image but he still comes across as rather cold and distant.

Hyde, meanwhile, is obviously free of all this and does whatever he pleases. He tends to be loyal and loving, to the point of being a little too obsessed, and is exceedingly open about how he's feeling. He's also incredibly truthful - he almost never lies about anything but will often fae-rule his way out of anyone realising the real truth. For example, he's very open about being Doctor Jekyll but nobody believes him because he'll just drop it into a conversation and won't elaborate or will elaborate in a way that just sounds even more like a lie. And, of course, Jekyll himself will obviously deny it, so...

Besides that, Jekyll keeps three lab rats, Noir, Spot, and Rose who, due to the potion being used on them, can also change shape like Jekyll and Hyde. As such, Hyde tends to take them with him when he goes out.

(Also, smaller headcanon but Hyde tends to repeat words or phrases twice, "Indeed indeed", "What? What?", etc. Just seemed like a fun addition.)

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Next, Lanyon.

Lanyon and Jekyll are on weird terms because they had a fight years back. After seeing Jekyll's science get more and more dangerous over the years, Lanyon was afraid that he would some day hurt himself in a way he couldn't take back or even die from it. After trying to convince Jekyll to stop for ages, Lanyon finally put their foot down and said that, if Jekyll didn't stop, they would leave.

Both Jekyll and Lanyon deeply regret the argument but neither of them can take it back. Jekyll is too stubborn to admit that he was ever in the wrong and Lanyon can't take it back because then they don't have anything else to hold over Jekyll's head to get him to stop.

At least, that was how the fight was initially.

After the potion was taken, Lanyon, who was very close to Jekyll's mad science experiments and was very used to seeing the signs that Jekyll had done something to himself, was the only person who noticed the change. Seeing Jekyll's new changes terrified Lanyon deeply because he knew Jekyll had done something but he didn't know what. Being a rather skittish person, Lanyon was too scared to speak to Jekyll after that, doing all they could to avoid him.

Maybe things could have continued that way with the two avoiding each other. However, after the fight, Lanyon came out as genderfluid.

They had been meddling with their own gender before in quiet but the fight basically gave Lanyon the midlife crisis moment they needed to go "You know what? I don't care about anyone's opinions. I've seen what caring about ones image did to Jekyll and I don't want to be anything like that."

And so came Hastie and Hattie, two names for the same person, just using different pronouns and names based on what Lanyon felt like at the time.

Jekyll, however, was avoiding hearing anything about Lanyon and completely missed this massive piece of information. Jekyll is also notably, very wrapped up in his own very small world and opinions (also, no internet). He has no idea that transness is a thing.

Hence, Jekyll believes that Hastie and Hattie are not the same person but, instead, brother and sister. Lanyon, meanwhile, who was so open and so gossiped about when they first came out, doesn't even realise that anyone could??? not know????? that they're the same?????? Everyone else knows! They don't even look that different!

This all cumulates in one fateful night where Lanyon, going by Hattie, and Hyde meet. The two of them get along like a house on fire, neither caring much for society's rules and both of them being in some way being shunned for their peculiarities. Hyde is much more outgoing and often pushes Lanyon outside of their comfort zone while Lanyon is more level-headed and can often do the planning and thinking that Hyde neglects to keep them both safe.

All the while, Hyde has no idea that he's talking to Hastie and Lanyon has no idea that they're talking to Jekyll.

Personality-wise Lanyon tends to be very down-to-earth and prefers to do things by the book for the most part. Though this is only for the most part - in terms of dealing with other people, Lanyon gets much more expressive, dressing wildly and often doing strange things like taking live geese into a dinner party. While this does allow them to express themselves in some ways that are beneficial to them, like becoming comfortable with their gender identity, some of these behaviours, like the live geese in the dinner party, are very much a way to push away the people around them, afraid of something going wrong after their experiences with Jekyll.

Until they meet Hyde, Utterson is their only friend (which Utterson is quite concerned about, often trying to encourage Lanyon to make more friends.)

Besides that, Lanyon is fond of gardening, collecting crystals, astrology, and yoga. They dabble with a lot of relaxation stuff like chamomile tea, incense, lavender, etc.

-

Utterson, meanwhile, tends to be the most calm and collected out of the three of them, seemingly unbothered by most of what life throws at him and good at handling even the most stressful situations with ease. Not to mention, he has the most unexpected range of skills and knowledge. Whenever anyone has a problem, he's the number one person to go to for help.

However, for the most part, he fades into the background and tends to remain forgotten until someone needs him for something which leaves him lonely and often desperate for attention while being unable to get it. His work as a lawyer allows him to get fleeting amounts of attention, but it's not quite enough and that often leaves him vulnerable to falling in with bad people.

While Lanyon sees straight through Jekyll, Utterson has fallen quite a bit into seeing Jekyll as innocent and naïve, someone who doesn't fully understand how cruel the world can be and needs to be protected from it. This means, when Hyde shows up and Jekyll changes his will for him, Utterson is quite quickly defensive of Jekyll and aggressive towards Hyde, believing that Hyde has nothing but bad intentions. Hyde, however, is quite head-over-heels for Utterson and determined to seduce him or at least set him up with Jekyll.

While Utterson appears unaffected by anything that crosses his path, this is actually because he has difficulty expressing his emotions, his expression and tone generally remaining static. Only people close to him can generally tell what he's thinking and feeling as a result.

Personality-wise, Utterson is generally quite kindly and generous, often seen giving food and money to the homeless. Though, his morality can be a bit of a roulette wheel at times, willing to do questionable things at times if he deems it for a good enough cause.

In terms of hobbies, he will often bake things for his friends and carried the three of them through university as the only one who could actually cook. He also has a slightly more morbid interest in taxidermy and keeps a room in his house for his work.

(For another smaller headcanon, he and Lanyon tend to get into pun fights, much to Jekyll's agony.)

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Then there's Lenore Carew (aka, Lisa Carew, she just got renamed along the way). She makes up the third member of Hyde's little friendship squad with Lanyon. An excitable lady with an interest in the occult and monsters. She and Jekyll were once set to be married but, due to a mutual realisation that neither liked the other in that way, they broke it up. Jekyll has been avoiding her ever since, finding the situation awkward, but Hyde is very much down to be friends with her again.

While she does her best to live up to her family name, being as much of a respectable and graceful lady as she can be, in her spare time she'll often sneak out to go running after whatever haunted house or cryptid sighting she's heard of lately.

The actual reason for her interest is because her mother, before she died, was a prophet, gifted with Sight and Lenore, raised with all these stories of her grandeur and powers, is determined to find a way to awaken those same powers in herself.

However, along the way, these powers actually do start to manifest and, as it turns out, a lot scarier and more difficult to control than she ever realised.

Most particularly, sometimes when she looks at Jekyll, she sees something - or someone - else in his place. She has no idea what these visions mean, whether it's a vision from the future, from the past, or something else entirely.

Personality-wise, while she can excitable and often gets ahead of herself, she can be very kind and compassionate towards others, always the first to slow down and check if someone is okay or to offer a hug to those in need. She can also often show a childish side, enjoying stuffed toys, getting along well with kids, or just playing games.

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Uh, so anyway, there's a bunch more but this post is getting long and I've taken all day with this. If I take much longer, it's going to look like I'm not going to answer. I think this is the stuff that most people would be interested in anyway, Lanyon, Utterson, Jekyll, and Hyde. I'm still missing out an explanation of the worldbuilding itself and the antagonists, not to mention little details and side characters like Poole and such.

I fool around with these characters a lot and that means there's more information than I even remember most of the time until something pops into my head and I go "Ohhhh that plot point. That was fun."

Thank you again for the ask!!!!

[cerebralinvasion]

yandere february event day 22

 “oh, you aren’t that drunk, don’t worry. i just drugged you.”

you’re not someone who gets drunk. that’s not to say you don’t drink at all, you just don’t have a tendency to let it get that far. you don’t really drink unless you're with someone else who offers first, and even then you only have a glass or two at most. you don’t even have a lot of friends who ever offer to drink with you. the only one that comes to mind is dazai, who’s offers to go to bars you often reject. you didn’t like bars. the atmosphere, the noise, the people, it’s just not all that enjoyable to you. but today he’s been awfully insistent, and you found yourself conceding. 

according to dazai, this was an important place to him. an off the beaten path, hidden gem kind of place. you’ve never even heard of it. bar lupin, located in a less populated part of yokohama. a side of the city you didn’t often explore. but since it was important to him, you were less apprehensive about trying something new.

a mimosa. simple, and low in alcohol content. that’s what you usually order and that's what you ordered today. not without escaping a small jab from dazai, of course. a joke asking you if you’re a lightweight or something.

dazai was always exceptionally talented when it came to sleight of hand, you knew that well. you’ve seen him escape from handcuffs and chains in a matter of seconds. it never particularly worried you, you trusted him. you never thought that any of his questionable skills would end up hurting you. you started to question that conclusion as you felt your body grow heavy and found forming coherent thoughts to be more and more difficult. 

“dazai…? am i. drunk? i’ve never been drunk before… i only had one drink. why am i alerby drunk?” you mumbled, swaying back and forth on the stool.

dazai giggled, a kind of giggle that you would’ve called cute in any other situation. but the innocence in it only made the sound creepy.

“oh, don’t worry, you're not drunk. i just slipped a little something into your drink. you’ll be out soon.”

you slowly turned your head to establish eye contact with him as you processed his words.

“you drugged me…? what are you gonna do to me?” your voice shook, both from fear and from whatever was running through your system. “i'm not going to do anything. i’ll just take you back to my home, and you’ll be safe there.”

“bbut i don’t wanna go to your house, i waana go home.”

“well i think you should let go of that. there’s no point thinking about it, you won’t be going home again.” dazai smiled so gently at you while he spoke.

you started attempting to mumble some further protest but you found yourself unable to form any more words. then you felt yourself falling, slumping over. only to be caught by dazai before your head could hit the table. he cradled you in his arms, sushing you as you tried to talk.

“don’t fight it, just relax. i promise, i'll keep you safe.”

you can’t remember anything after that.

[astradreaming]

Sleepover with Sirius! Use of a muggle air bed, blanket forts, and chocolate! Even better if it's a beach vacation! Thank you!

SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LOVE IT GOT LOST IN MY DRAFTS</3 I hope it's what you wanted, I tried to make it cheesy cute <3 Word count: 992 ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡

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It was currently 2:43 am on a Saturday. You're currently sitting on the bed and pillows provided by none other than one of your best friends' James Potter, who was leaning against the wall crumbling the corner of a Queen poster in the process, another of your best friends, Sirius lay on his side leaning up slightly on his outstretched elbow at you.

Across the room sat Peter, face smooshed into the side of the bean bag in which he was currently slouched against, fast asleep unaware of the outside world. James leaned up against the bed you and Sirius were currently occupying, an arm thrown up as a makeshift pillow as he sat sound asleep on his obnoxious gryffindor red rug. Remus who sat at James' desk sat back in the chair, his book lying flat on his chest, no doubt losing his bookmark, his head leaned back, his sleeping face looking up at the ceiling.

Whispers back and forth keeping you and Sirius awake. First, it was him reeling you back to reality taking you away from the soft grasps of sleep as he told you about his latest quidditch practice and how 'James was a complete cheater'. Then, it was you stealing his precious hours of sleep as you remembered what Jessica Snips had told you on the train as you'd all left for the summer break.

Originally you were going to spend your last summer vacation before you all graduated at Marlene Mckinnon's beach house with your other friends, Lily Evans and Mary Macdonald but then James asked if you'd wanted to stay with him and the boys at his house. As much as you loved the girls, you'd seen them almost every day in your shared dorm rooms while you have few and far between classes with the boys especially when their altogether.

James was like your brother in almost every sense of the word. You, James, and Marlene were all childhood best friends, growing up next to each other. James' house was in the middle, Marlene's to the left and yours to the right. All of you got sorted into Gryffindor together.

You'd become an animagus with them for Remus. You'd been there at James' when Sirius had turned up after running away. You were the one Peter went to when he had a crush on Sandy Millers the face of Hufflepuff. You were there when Lily had slapped Snivillus Severus after what he'd called her. You were the go-between when Marlene and Sirius were in their on-off stage. And you were there when Lily finally said yes to James. And you were there when Sirius was drunk of his face blabbing to James about a mystery girl who he believed was the love of his life...

It hurt. Which is completely ridiculous, he's your best friend. He's allowed to have feelings for someone other than you. Perhaps it was wishful thinking that he'd be yours and yours alone. Yet right now, in the middle of the night, it was just you and him.

He began talking about another prank they had planned on the train. As much as it was interesting, you found yourself unable to focus on his words.

Instead, you'd become infatuated by how beautiful he looked in the moonlit light. How he would wave his hands around every now and then when getting to parts he was particularly emotional about. How his grey eyes seemingly sparkled in the light. Of course, you knew how utterly gorgeous he is but you'd never been so close to him. You could see his pretty lashes and the light blush that always sat on his cheeks. How his lips were the perfect blend between light pink and medium pink.

You hasn't realized he'd stopped talking until he tilted his head at you.

"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" He held a soft smile.

"...Not really, I'm sorry wha-"

He leaned in, his lips touched yours. You nearly exploded. Sirius Black was kissing you. Holy shit.

He pulled away, and you could barely think straight. His lips were soft and sweet. Your brain finally caught up to your heart.

"Why'd you do that?"

He suddenly looked concerned, worried.

"Did you not want me to?"

"That's beside the point, what about her?"

"Her?"

"The girl you were telling James about, the love of your life!" Your voice rose to a whisper-yell.

He leaned away, you'd grown used to his warmth.

"Well, I'd hope she'd be happy too seeing as I just kissed her eh?"

He turned looking back at you. You'd never seen him so quiet, nervous, vulnerable.

He was talking about you that day. He felt the same. Before your brain had time to overload you reached out for his hand.

"I'd say she is" You wore a wide smile. He turned, eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Why don't you find out," You said as you leaned in for another kiss.

His lips were just as soft and sweet as before however, the kiss was longer, you swore you could almost feel his emotions. He slowly pushed you down, and your head hit the pillows. He kissed you as he shifted his weight on top of you slightly.

You both broke away from the kiss. He leaned down to kiss your neck.

"If your gonna shag can you not do it in front of my eyes AND in my bed! I mean I'm glad you got over the whole not telling each other phase but are you serious!"

"That is my name, yes"

A pillow hit both of your faces. Ow.

"Would you all, just the fuck up. It's like 5am"

Thank you Remus Lupin. James let out a humpf before passing out again. Sirius turned back around to face you. Holding eye contact with each other, you both burst out in giggles both trying to shush the other.

He was yours, and you were his.

[amymbona]

Before the marriage in the royal! au can imagine some random noble disrespecting you as you attend to them in some function and Lord Patrick losing it. like LOSING IT!

YES! PROTECTIVE PATRICK TO THE RESCUE😫😫

I'm imagining the event takes place during the week of Patrick's visit, the first time you meet. It's two days after you played the part of a little gift in his room and you haven't seen him since, thinking this was just a one-time thing and he's never even gonna look at you again.

He's in Art and Tashi's presence, obviously, the most honorable guest of the party. You catch his eye a couple of times as you pass around in your uniform dress, which is essentially made to have you look non-appealing and same like other girls. But from Patrick's point of view, you are like a little jewel, the most beautiful and precious think in the room.

You're too nervous to walk too close to him, but know you'll eventually have to, as Art and Tashi like it when you're the one to serve them their drinks. So when you bring them their goblets of wine, Patrick greets you with a smug smile, almost unable to keep it up when you cheeks redden. You are so adorable in his eyes. Art notices and gives him a pat on the shoulder for doing good job with you.

Fast forward, the evening goes on. Some men get way too drunk of their wine and while you politely refuse to bring a particular duke another goblet of requested liquid, softly insisting whether he'd like something non-alcoholic instead, he gets angry. First, he raises his voice at you and throws in some insults, and as you attempt to leave, he grabs the sleeve of your dress.

"You're not going anywhere, little girl," he slurs drunkenly, pulling you closer. "Bring me some wine. Now!"

"Sir," you stammer, but still manage to remain polite and soft. "I apologise, but I don't think I can bring you any."

You can, and you probably should. But you're far enough of an anxious girl who knows enough alcohol never goes good to anyone. Plus, you don't like weird, drunk men.

Your words seem to have angered him, as he leans in, the alcohol stinking breath hitting your face. "Oh you will apologise, if you don't move and bring me some goddamn wine now."

You really don't want to. "Sir."

"So you won't listen to me?" he growls, voice finally loud enough to be heard over the music. Even to spark someone elses attention. "Stupid girl."

Before you could register it, that man grabs a hold of a golden pitcher on a nearby table and chugs all the contents at you. Suddenly, your pretty dress is stained with a sparkling liquid, eyes wide and expression full of fear. With a yelp, you jump back as he slams the pitcher down and it shatters right by your feet.

Now this has definitely been loud enough for everyone around you to notice. The music comes to a halt and chatter stops, all the attention turning to the two of you. Apparently, the duke is still not satisfied, as he continues spitting insults at you.

It surprised you when there's a body next to yours, which then moves in front of you to shield you from that creepy man. All you see is a bunk of dark curls and someone's broad back clad in a fancy dress suit. And then, when he begins yelling at the man, you recognise the voice as Patrick's.

Tashi's by your side, her hand on the small of your back, but all your attention is on Patrick. On the way he grabs that old creep by the collar and gets all in his face, tall frame hovering over him.

"Is that a way to treat a lady?" Patrick questions, struggling to keep his voice, and himself overall in control. There's an evident hint of anger on his face, and he's so close to that ugly prick that he could bite off his nose if he wanted to. "You won't be talking to her like this!"

The man stammers some kind of an explanation, definitely far from an apology, just mumbling something about the wine, but Patrick buys none of it.

"You disrespectful bastard!" he's not even holding back anymore, not caring that there are people watching him, judging him. He's far too concerned for you and your well being so his face turns all red and knuckles white from how hard he grips the fancy fabric. He wants to tear that hideous suit into pieces for destroying your dress. That man could as well walk home naked, for all he cares.

Art is there for the rescue, hands tight on Patrick's arms, attempting to pull him away. "Patrick," he warns him, knowing he has to hold him back despite approving of his actions. But this better be solved in private.

The dark haired man is strongest, though, easily prying himself out of Art's hold and stomping towards the man again. He corners him against a table, leaning in so close that their nosws almost touch.

"I could punch you. I could slit your throat just for this, old man." he threatens, and there is absolutely no doubt in both Art and Tashi's minds that he would, and that's why the need to restrain him somehow.

Art tugs onto his arm once more, this time finally pulling him away from the duke. Patrick stands straight and smooths down his suit, smoothly running a hand through his hair. "Don't you dare show up here ever again."

Before you have a chance to say anything, to protest or cry or thank him, Patrick's fingers wrap around your wrist and he pulls you behind himself. The next second you know it, you are stood outside the ballroom, in the dim light of the corridor.

He asks if you are okay, if you are hurt and when you shake you head no, a small smile stretches on his face. He looks you up and down, eyeing the stain on your dress, and it earns a shy look from you, knowing you look like an idiot at the moment. But Patrick is more concerned about your overall state instead of looks. He quickly shrugs off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders, eager to offer you some comfort.

You don't even talk, too baffled by the gesture, absolutely not expecting it at all. Patrick smiles, kissing your forehead tenderly.

[genshincreatorau]

I've been seeing all these genshin imagines on different kinds of Readers and how the genshin men handle them and now I can’t stop imagining one where the Reader is very carefree and unbothered.

【summary】 —  carefree reader is carefree, more at noon. only two characters but i think its still pretty good.

【contains】 — smut . obsession . drinking . Kaveh is precious . arranged marriage . Ayaka is also precious . my notes at the end are unhinged, please be warned

【characters】 — Kaveh . Ayato

Kaveh

Kaveh often finds himself overworked and overwhelmed. He had such a bad habit of overthinking things, worried about his reputation and how others view him.

Maybe that was why he found himself so drawn to you. The oh so sweet and caring owner of a little tea shop he now frequented.

He first met you after he had gotten drunk, frustrated with a client that seemed to know nothing of what they wanted him to do, their requests were nonsensical and he’d been left feeling demotivated and totally uninspired. 

You'd found him on your way back home, Nearly passed out in the alleyway. Worried for the man’s safety you brought him with you to help him sober up

You had taken him upstairs to your apartment just above your little tea shop, quickly heading downstairs to make a drink that could help him sober up. Only to come back in to find him passed out on your bed.

You let him rest there until morning when he woke up to find you sitting backwards on a chair. Head resting on the chair back, with nothing but your arms as cushions. That can’t have been a comfortable way to sleep.

But no, you weren’t concerned with that. You’d just offered him something to drink and something to eat. Unable to refuse when you told him you needed someone to test out some of your new recipes.

Your carefree attitude was quite refreshing and your brewing skills were nothing to scoff at either. You didn’t question him on anything you might have heard from his drunken ramblings or even why he’d been in such a state to begin with.

You seemed utterly lost in your own world as you worked away. Kaveh found himself lost in it as well as the atmosphere of your little tea shop seemed completely disconnected from the outside world. Your own little haven.

One that he found himself returning to on the regular now. It was a pretty obscure place, not a lot of customers besides a few regulars that seemed to adore this place.

He couldn’t help but adore it himself, it was a true work of art. From the layout of the seating to the menu and even the many plants that decorated the windows and countertops. It all seemed so tailored to you. 

And just as the little tea shop was so detached from the world outside. So were you. Never had he seen you outside of your little shop, nor did you ever seem to leave it unless you needed to grab something for a new recipe.

When he came by you’d always greet him with an excited smile, bringing out new treats for him to try. He’d become your own personal taste tester, though that was mostly just the justification you gave him as to why everything was always on the house.

With every time he returned you’d bring him something new and something better, dishes tailored solely for him. Ranging from fruit pies, creampuffs and brie en croute. Every dish, a new work of art that seemed to light up his taste buds. 

He’d end up talking to you about his work, it often helped him get through a difficult project as he was able to vent out his frustrations to you, it always felt much more bearable after he’d spoken with you. He’d gotten so comfortable that he even found himself confiding in you about things he’d swore he’d never tell, as if the words he spoke held no consequence here.

He didn’t even need alcohol to speak his thoughts freely. Just a cup of tea as he laid his head in your lap. the shop long since closed as you ran your fingers through his hair while he expressed his worries long into the night. With you happily listening to him and providing him an outlet for all these pent up emotions.

And yet you never expressed any of your own. He’d never really seen you worried before. He wondered if you ever did feel worried, maybe lonely? He wanted to know, why were you so isolated from the world just outside, when did you decide to make this place…Did you ever share your time with anyone else?

 He didn’t really know when he started to feel this way but he found himself wanting to know more, to be closer to you. He wanted something MORE than this. He’d miss your gentle hands and soft touches when he went home.

He longed to have you all to himself. never once did he tell a soul about your wonderful little tea shop, not wanting to compete for your attention. Even though it felt foolish to think you’d be so easily taken from him.

He didn’t mean to kiss you the first time he did, he’d been laying in your lap chatting away when you leaned down to rub off a few crumbs that had clung to his cheek. The touch felt euphoric, and with your face so close that he could practically feel your warm breath on his face he moved without thinking.

Catching your lips in a slow sensual kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but time seemed to move so much slower in the moment. 

What was he to do? When he found you staring down at him with such an adorable expression, cheeks flushed as you stared down at him wide eyed.

The silence broken by the soft murmurs of a confession. as Kaveh expressed his desire to have you, won't you be his and his alone, his muse, his love. 

The tension thick as he waited for your response, any kind of response. 

When you seemed all but frozen in place, Kaveh moved off your lap so he could face you. Bringing a hand up so he could gently hold your face, bringing your gaze up to his as he let out a breathy plea 

“Please, say you’ll be mine”

There was such desperation in his voice, this place, your touch. He’d come to rely on it to get him through his days, he didn’t think he could go on without it. With everything on the line. He felt helpless 

When you leaned into his touch with a gentle “okay” he couldn’t help himself. Relief washed over him as he leaned down to steal another kiss, which then turned into two. And then three. 

Before either of you knew it he had you leaned back in the corner of the booth. Hidden away from the world where no one would bear witness to the moment of passion as he desperately sought out your lips.

Your arms wrapping around his neck while he let his wrap around you. You’d bumped the table on your way to pull him in, causing the nearly empty cup of tea to go toppling down to the ground, shattering on impact.

It brought both of you back to reality as you stared down at the broken piece of china. Kaveh was first to move as he worriedly moved off you “I’m so sorry, I’ll take care of it” as he went to reach down for the broken pieces.

He’d nearly grasped it before you quickly tugged him back by his collar “NO! It’s-” he was staring at you with such shock you couldn’t help but look away “-I’ll take care of it, please. It's fine.”

Kaveh couldn’t believe what he’d seen. You’d looked- worried! Worried for him. He’d never imagined the first thing he’d see you worry about would be his safety. It made him feel so…warm. Like he wanted to hold on and never let you go.

Kaveh left after that, returning back home for the night. Nothing would be able to break his good mood now, not even his Roommates infuriating comments.

The next time you saw Kaveh, he was the one to bring you something. As he came in right before closing with some Red wine and glasses, that night was spent upstairs. As you shared a drink and some friendly chatter. 

Kaveh didn’t return home that night, as he spent that night between the sheets with you. Hands running over your sides as he took his time. Fucking you with more passion then actual force as he listened to your moans, trying to catch every gasp, every whine in his mouth. 

You’d always been so patient with him, so kind, and now he’d pay it back ten fold. You’d end up shaking and begging for more. And every time you needed a break. He’d take his time to map out the hickeys he’d left on your body. Leaving open mouthed kisses all over your body until you were ready to go again.

Ayato

Ayato was aware he’d be expected to marry one day. as the head of the kamisato clan he was expected to birth an heir. This was just one of the many expectations that weighed on his shoulders.

It was a position coveted by many and one that he had shown no interest in filling. He did not often make a public appearance so it hardly crossed his mind, with other things to do it was a subject that had long since been left out cold.

It wasn’t until the subject came up from his sister that he truly payed it any attention. Ayaka worried for him. and it seemed someone had put it in her mind that were he to find a partner, Then perhaps it may lighten his load.

While he may not have agreed with that sentiment, he found himself considering the option. If only to ease his sister's worries. He’d found a way to benefit from this as well. With an arrangement being made and new connections formed.

An arranged marriage, one that all could benefit from. He got a substantial amount of political power with a new ally in the form of your family, and his guarantee of their compliance by having you, the most beloved grandchild of the head, in his possession. 

Your family gained a connection with the kamisato clan and a sweet sum of money as a dowry. 

And you, a position that many would kill for. 

Ayato was expecting you to have one of two reactions. Dissatisfaction, perhaps you might not agree with the means of which he acquired you. Or Excitement, perhaps you might have been hoping for an outcome such as this, being married to a man of such power and he’d most definitely guarantee that you’d be cared for, just as well as you were in your own estate.

What he did not expect was your total indifference to the matter. As carefree as could be, you took the change in stride, settling into your place at the kamisato estate with relative ease.

He had forgone the wedding night. after the wedding he intended to perform his duties as your husband but you were already fast asleep, seeing as you did not await his arrival he found it safe to assume you did not wish to sleep with him.

A misunderstanding on his part, you’d simply been so relaxed after your bath and all the attendants pampering you as they got you ready that you couldn’t keep yourself awake. Not when the silence and the calm set in after such a hectic day.

So by morning he had already gone back to his duties as you were left to enjoy your life in the estate. No duties had been assigned to you and it left you a bit confused however you did not mind. You’d find things to keep you occupied.

Your time spent with your husband's sister seemed tense at first meeting, formalities were important and as you both greeted each other with respect it was a new field for both of you. She’d show you around and while it all stayed professional at first it eventually turned warm.

As Ayaka familiarised you with some of the more light hearted traditions of theirs. It opened up a conversation and you quickly found yourself sharing stories from back home of fond memories.

With Thoma and Ayaka around you truly had no complaints with your new life. Of course all of this got reported back to Ayato. Thoma was always present during your time with Ayaka and for good reason.

He couldn’t have this marriage negatively affect his sister, it would defeat the whole purpose of it to begin with. So when he got reports back on how well you seemed to get along, he could be sure he had made the right choice.

Ayato hadn’t seen you since that wedding night, and the next time he did was during your first hot pot game. He’d made time to join in and despite his expectations you greeted him with the warmest of greetings.

As Thoma prepared the ingredients the rest of you sat down, and you took your seat at his side. No resignation or hesitation. It was a pleasant surprise, you could all enjoy the game to its fullest then. 

And enjoy it you did, at your husband's side as you all took turns picking ingredients out of the pot, guessing who put them in. by the end of it you’d been laughing and joking along with Thoma as a yawn escaped your mouth.

It prompted Ayato to suggest you head back to the estate. Confused you watched as he stood up. Offering you a hand which you took. As you stood up he gently placed his other hand around your waist as he continued to hold onto your hand.

Bidding his sister and Thoma goodbye before guiding you outside. The display had you quite flustered as you hadn’t been this close to Ayato since you exchanged vows. As he walked you back home he spoke to you

“I hope you don’t mind if i wish to share our bed tonight” 

You didn’t seem to think anything of his request, laughing at his request.

“Of course not, it is OUR bed. there is no need for you to ask my permission”

When you arrived at your shared room you got right to preparing for bed. Seeming more than comfortable to undress in front of the prying eyes of your husband.

As Ayato followed suit, eyes glued to your body as he started to remove his robe. He couldn’t help but wonder, if he were to start something, would you refuse him? He’d been the one to arrange this marriage so of course he’d taken your looks into account. You were pleasing to his eyes.

But would he be able to persuade you into giving into him? Perhaps with some courting and sweet words, he could get you to fall for him. But as you were, if he were to just wrap his arms around you and place his lips on your neck…

He’d gotten a sweet little gasp out of you as he sat behind you. You, still half dressed with your night clothes halfway up your body. Your upper half left exposed as Ayato watched for your reaction. His hot breath ghosting your neck.

And as you wordlessly leaned your head to the side, giving him more access while you leaned back into him. He’d gotten the answer he wanted.

Hands ghosting over your body, oh so cruel how he never seemed to put any pressure behind it, simply teasing as he put all his attention to your neck for now. It was a slow process. Making you melt under his touch before he’d mould you to his will.

As he stands, bringing you up with him while he gently mutters about moving it to the bed. He’d let you walk yourself over, following with a sense of purpose. Hands finally sliding down your body as he prepared you for what was to come.

You could say he was as considerate as he was cruel, keeping you desperate for more as he all but brought you to your first orgasm before he ever got himself inside you.

You were so good for him, keeping your legs spread as he told you, taking you through your first time as he mumbled words of encouragement against your skin. Yet never once did those lips meet your mouth. 

Not until after he had rutted into you, making sure he finished as deeply inside as he could go. Only then, did he finally place his lips to yours, giving you a kiss that stole all air from your lungs, or maybe you were still just coming down from that high. 

Either way he found your expression twisted with pleasure to be one of his favourites. He’d love to see it again.

just a quick warning i mention breeding and pregnancy in the notes here under.

【notes】 — so like i always try to keep things a bit ambiguous so anyone can read these but I'm very much down for requests that are gender specific. there were so many thoughts that would have required gendered reader. like Ayato with a Male reader, being jerked off and its their first time because reader has never touched themselves. or female reader getting breed as Ayato makes sure you stay by getting you pregnant as quickly as possible, insuring you stay by his side for the rest of your lives.

[littlweirdostuffwritesworld]

The golden sun

Summary: Many things have happened to the marriage of Francesco de Pazzi and Andrea Sabini, the speech of Jacopo de Pazzi and the appearance of the most talked about woman in Florence, Tamara D'Amato cousin of the bride.

"I can't believe Francesco de Pazzi is getting married," Giuliano said

"So it's true that a good woman can change you," Botticelli joked

"Apparently" Lorenzo took a sip of the wine looking at the new couple, you could see that they were in love.

"Our poor Lorenzo is jealous," Giuliano said

"What? Jealous of Francesco? Never, I'm just happy that he's no longer influenced by Jacopo Pazzi"

"Of course, it's not the fact that you feel a little lonely"

"Not at all, if I want to marry someone I can choose any lady" he laughed

"Sure, what about the woman mother introduced you?"

"Clarice Orsini, Carlo was unable to pessuader her and she became a nun" her brother looked at him for a moment and it seemed that he was about to explode with laughter.

"Don't try to laugh, and let's talk about you instead"

"There is nothing to talk about, because you are doing the same thing" Lorenzo was about to reply when their sister arrived.

"Bianca where were you?"

"With the bride's cousin Lucia D'Amato" she explained and pointed at the young woman

"Do you think the d'Adamato will show up?" Botticelli asked

"If they show up this will be the most remembered wedding in Florence" Giuliano commented, across the hall The Pazzi brothers were talking.

"Congratulations brother" Gugliemo Pazzi was really proud of his brother, even if he did not want to say it, he did not expect Francesco to fall in love, and he had gotten into oace with the obsession of the Medici

"Thank you but if it wasn't for you I don't think I'd be here to toast"

"You did the same thing with me and Bianca, you are my brother this is the least" it seemed that the Pazzi family was going through a period of rebirth and prosperity.

While everyone was celebrating Jacopo Pazzi entered it seemed that he had drunk too much he was drunk.

"Congratulations to my nephew Francesco" he applauded

"How come you are all silent, I thought this was a wedding" he sobbed

"And it is, Messer Pazzi you can stay as long as you want" Andrea said approaching the man

"No more titles we are family now" he smiled, a trail of chills rose on the back of the groom.

"Do you think he has something in mind?" Guglielmo whispered

"I'm going to see" he no longer needed to muster up the courage to talk to his uncle.

"Uncle I'm glad you came"

"I would never miss my brother's son's wedding"

and the man goes away and approached other nobles.

"My love are you okay?" he said

" Yes why?"

"Jacopo Pazzi is never happy for anyone, and now that his most precious pawn is dispossessed he is afraid that I will be against him"

"Honey don't worry, the only thing I can tell you is to follow your mind and your heart, and if you don't know what to do, talk to your brother and your wife" she advised.

"Yes" the major domus interrupted the couple

"Madonna Pazzi, Tamara D'Amato has arrived" he announced

"Well thank you, honey you will meet my best friend"

"I can't believe it, Tamara D'Amato is not ashamed, she shows up here after having canceled her engagement" a noble woman said

"And with that scar on her face who will marry her?" they snickered

"I advise you to ceaseyour gossiping, Tamara D'Amato is still part of the D'Amato family if she wants your heads, she will have them, if you insult Tamara, you insult Venice and Florence" Lucrezia Donati said, and two women stopped talking

The most talked about woman in Florence entered the room and brought a stir and shock with her.

"Congratulations cousin, may you have a prosperous life together," she smiled

"Oh Tamara, your presence here is the best gift" Andrea hugged her

"I would never miss my cousin and best friend's wedding"

"So the rumors are true, she is really a beautiful woman" Bianca said, without taking her eyes off the woman, she had seen noble women but there was something about Tamara, maybe it was her red dress or the long braid that gathered her hair almost to the floor.

"It's not just a beautiful face, his father Leonardo D'Amato has always believed he was raising his children despite being a son or daughter, the woman excels in economics, Latin, Greek, Italian and helps her father" their mother Lucrezia said

"She seems to be a great woman" Giuliano commented

"A woman worthy of being a wife" the mother winked and left

"Mother will never change"

"If it weren't for that scar she could be the most beautiful woman in Florence …" Botticelli said

"A beautiful woman is always a beautiful woman" Lorenzo interrupted

"Are my eyes deceiving or Lorenzo is quite interested in Tamara D'Amato?" the painter teased

"No, but the D'Amato family is a powerful and rich family, our father and Leonardo were about to make an agreement for the sale of silk" he explained, he continued to look at her and it was clear that even with the "scandals" she was charismatic woman.

The woman was approaching the group, the closer she gets, the more Lorenzo looked at her, he had noticed that she had a mole near her left eye.

"Good evening family de Medici and Signor Botticelli" she greeted

"Lady D'Amato is a pleasure to meet you this evening" Bianca greeted shyly, respected the woman

"I'm sorry for your father's death, he was a good man, may he rest in peace"

"I knew that our fathers were friends, my father is getting old unfortunately things have left certain things pending"

"We, their children can continue what they were doing"

"Interesting, I hope we could" before leaving the music began

"Dama would you like to dance with me?" he offered himself and gives her a little grin and accepted her hand. The music started and everybody was ready to dance

"Messer Lorenzo"

" Yes?"

"If you wanted to talk about business, it was enough to talk to my brother Benedetto, there was no need to invite me to dance"

"I didn't invite you for business, I'm just a man who can't resist a beautiful woman" Tamara laughed

" Is this how the famous Lorenzo de Medici steals the hearts of the ladies of Florence?" she smiled

" Steal? No my lady a thief steal, I'm a keeper, the heart of the lady I will love is more precious than diamonds and gold" he whispered on her ear.

" So you are poet too?"

" I'm a man who loves the art, I heard your family supports many artists" he said

" Yes my family support artists, from painters,writers, poets and musicians. House D'Amato is not only selling tessile but we make clothes out of them" she explained, and with the last twirl the dance ended, but their hands was still intertwined.

" I would like to see you" he blurted out

" I mean I would like to see more of your family products" he corrected himself blushing

" Of course our shops are always open" she smiled, bowed and walked away. Leaving the young Lord following her with his blue eyes.

[nie7027]

I always rolled my eyes whenever that post about too much fics always being setted up in American cities and not being afraid of use your own country because of how dumb it sounds.

Except...except until I watched Chainsaw man because...BECAUSE I CAN CLEARLY PICTURE DENJI WEARING ONE OF THOSE PUBLIC MEXICAN SCHOOL UNIFORMS

Just imagine it

Fleeing from Makima the Hayakawa family have to go somewhere far, somewhere Makima control won't reach them. Somewhere she will never thought to look after them.

México is perfect.

(In fact most latino countries are)

Because Aki uses most of his money to pay the costs of moving and buying fake IDs and also because they have to lay low they move to your common popular low income Mexican neighbourhood.

Denji enrolls in the local public high school

(Originally i was envisioning Denji in one of those public middle school uniforms, if you are Mexican you know which ones, but these work too)

Despite everything he does okay-ish in school.

He isn't the only teen who can barely read in high school and because he is a foreigner he gets a pass. Aki, armed with a dictionary, helps him with his homework as much as he can so yeah. He's doing ok.

Except when he's picking fights(the other boys are jealous of how much he is getting the girls attention) and/or being rude to teachers.

That's when they decide to call his parents for a much needed meeting.

What they weren't expecting was for a polite good looking young man missing an arm coming in and declaring himself Denjis older brother and guardian.

What they werent expecting much less was for said good looking young man to apologize profusely for Denjis behaviour and swear he will do his best to have a talk with Denji. That they will accept any punishment they deem necessary.

They love him immediately

They love him a little less(not by much really) once they learn what he does for a living.

Because they needed to make a lot of money quick (in case they had to run away again) and without being questioned about their papers, past or appearance Aki has no choice but to open the most prolifilic bussines you can open in Mexico starting from nothing:

He starts a puesto de micheladas.

(of course Aki has the skills to do something else but even if he manages to not doubt the quality of his forged papers he is still a clearly japanese immigrant with a dubious past and a missing arm who barely speaks the language. He has no chance at formal jobs and said missing arm disqualifies him for most manual labor. The easiest route is food and still he has problems by not being familiar with the cuisine and ingredients)

It becomes popular among young people because Power works there attending customers and everyone wants to bang Denjis super hot sister so they buy more and invite her over

Aki of course doesn't let Power drink but she doesn't know because he always prepares super special drinks for her(nothing more than a simple flavored soda) made to look the same ( yes for those who know un simple refresco preparado. He got the idea from watching customers come in with their kids and asking for that) and she keeps boasting about how mighty she is by not getting drunk like the other weak humans with their feeble minds even though she gets special drinks.

All the customers know what Aki does but nobody dares to speak up against the young man with a missing arm and the stare of someone who has seen too much and seems capable of anything... So they accept it as part of her charm.

That and how easily she burns her tongue with anything remotely spicy noy matter how much she denies it (Denji isn't much better but he manages. If he can eat rotten food he can handle a little spicy here and there)

Denji also works there attending customers and breaking fights. An amazing feat considering how tiny he looks even after throwing out 5 rowdy customers.

Between that, Power being unable to keep her caps/hats on while working (there's just so many times you can convince people that her horns were just a drunk mass hallucination) and the rumours of Denji just standing up and dusting his pants after getting shot in the chest after he resisted when someone tried to rob him on his way back home from school people quicky realize the new neighbors are demons/fiends.

But either because the mexican equivalent of Public Safety doesn't exist or they are just incompetent a hunter never comes no matter how many times they call.

At most the police comes when it gets too loud but all Aki has to do is offer free drinks to the officers and they go on their merry way.

So once people realize they aren't there to drag their souls down to hell and are mostly harmless (yeah they seem super strong and could kill them... but so could many other things. Fear of the death? Here? Pfffft) they leave them alone. They couldn't be worse than the santeros from the other street.

Mostly alone.

Aki still gets stinky eyes from the women whenever he goes to the market to buy groceries

That all changes once Angel goes out.

After seeing nothing happens and nobody came after them once their devil nature got too hard to hide they thought people were ok with them being devils.

So Angel, who was absolutely bored out of his mind from being cupped inside the house all the time as the most outstanding of them, argued that if Power could go out so could he. There was no way he could do worse than Power.

So after a lot of begging Aki finally relented.

It was a grave mistake.

Not because people were scared of Angel.

Oh no.

On the contrary.

All the grandma's in the neighbourhood fell in love with him.

They thought he was a straight up actual angel that descended from heaven to bless the earth.

The concept of an angel devil was unthinkable. Who would in their sane mind fear angels?

Angel hates it.

He wants to be back locked inside the house but it's too late. The grandma's come everyday knocking at the door asking for Angels power to relieve their aches or bless their family.

Even the priest at the local church had to intervene and ask them to stop. That this was against god.

It was to not avail.

The old ladies were dead set on their beliefs. Adoring angel and putting him on a pedestal like a golden idol. Venerating him.

Even when time passed and the novelty wore off. When it was obvious Angel couldn't do/wouldn't do half of the shit they believed. Even then they kept loving him.

He was a fine looking polite young man. Very cute.

Actually he was pretty rude.

They still wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks and sending him back home with dish upon dish of food they cooked for him.

Unluckily for Angel Aki gladly accepted th and even encouraged Angel to keep doing whatever he was doing

After all this time he was still struggling to cook with ingredients he wasn't familiar with (why didn't the rice stick the way it should? Why did noodles taste different? WHAT THE FUCK WAS A MARUCHAN WITH CHILE PIQUIN Y LIMON??) and he was starting to worry about running low on money and Denjis and powers health with how much street food they had to ate to compensate Aki's lack of cooking skills.

This way at least Power and Denji got to eat some home cooked meal instead of stuffing their mouths with tacos de a $1 (Aki knew Power and Denji could eat almost anything and those tacos were a lifesaver those first months but yeah... Better to not risk it)

Besides now everybody was starting to treat Aki better whenever he went out (and this time without him having to give free drinks).

Because...

Those who had control over the local grandmas had control over the whole neighbourhood.

And Angel hated it.

He hated it even more when the priest came over and declared Angel had to help out at church to compensate for leading poor defenseless old ladies through the path of damnation.

Angel was going to refuse until Aki heard the priest was willing to pay him a wage.

It was the only job that would allow Angel to work without having to stuff himself in an overcoat to hide his wings in the middle of the day at 20°C. He would just look like a super devoted disguised weirdo Aki argued.

Angel didn't care.

It would be pretty devilish of Angel to pretend being an actual angel working in a church Aki tried.

Angel still didn't care.

Well in that case if Angel didn't want to work there then he could busy himself by working shifts at the business with them and watching over Power during serving hours so Denji could dedicate more time to his homework.

Angel immediately accepted the priest offer

His job mas mainly cleaning and organizing papers around.

Truth be told Angel sucked at his job and spent most of it sleeping but the grannies were once again attending church every sunday and that was worth the pay to the priest.

(Still Angel also ended up taking shifts to watch over Power and prep with Aki so Denji and power herself could free some time)

(Even though it wasn't that necessary bc Denjis single teachers kept asking denji about his hot older brother after the first time Aki went and were very lenient with him when he didn't turned in homework once they knew Denji tended to help Aki out)

Now that the community was treating them better and Denji had more time he took up little jobs at the market helping butchers cut down big frozen pieces of meat with his powers or carrying around ladies bags and heavy crates.

He usually got payed with money. But sometimes with a bag of fruit/vegetables to Aki's delight. Or sometimes even with a bag of blood from the butchers which was really helpful in case of a sudden injury or simply to quell Powers complains.

Now with both Angel's meager pay and Denji's extra money Aki was able to ample the business by adding hot wings and hamburgers (the tears he cried when he discovered he could at least do that) and stop feeling guilty about selling alcohol to young people.

The business ran smoothly and the four of them could mostly calm down.

Or that was until Christmas season came and the old ladies and the priest himself wouldn't stop asking Angel if he was going to be part of the pastorela this year.

They of course thought he was perfect to play the part of the angel.

Angel of course doesn't want to

Aki tells Angel that as part of the church staff it's his obligation to take part of this even (it really isn't but they don't know that) and that he could learn something

Angel tells Aki that in that case he should be really happy because they also want Power to play as one of the devils

Once Power hears about the piñata and the sweets she'll get nobody can change her mind.

She of course also ends up dragging Denji into it. He plays as one of the peasants trying to get to Bethlehem while Power is one of the mischievous devils trying to derail them and Angel as the reluctant angel that guides them

They are a little too old to be part of the play. It's ridiculous.

But now that all his family is part of the play Aki can worm his way into the group of moms preparing the meal for that day and he finally gets to learn how to cook local dishes.

The day of the play unhappy with the planned ending Power tries to wrestle the other kids for protagonism to show the mightiness of demons. Denji tries to stop her. Angel just watches from the sidelines.

Its complete chaos. Kids are screaming. The scenario is getting destroyed.

It's like any other pastorela.

Aki doesn't stop taking pictures like a proud dad during the whole ordeal.

Once it's time for the piñata Power goes hog wild and summoning a blood bat breaks it before anybody gets a chance to hit it.

She is pretty dissapointed when all that comes from it it's 'more veggies'.

All in all they enjoy it.

Now that Aki can finally cook he can finally leave the alcohol business (and stop corrupting the kids as he sees it on his mind) and goes a step forward:

He opens a puesto de comida económica

Angel quits his job at the church to help him full time.

Denji and Power help him after school when it's more crowded.

Power now also enrolls into school but although she's s little old she starts at middle school.

Aki and the others don't think she could handle highschool yet. They are correct.

And this marks the first year of the Hawakawas coming to live in Mexico.

Life is good.

Bonuses I came up with while talking about this au with my best friend:

At some point during the first months Aki buys *insert your adultered/cheap alcohol of preference* because he wants to cut up expenses and he hear someone say it does the job/every puesto de bebidas uses it.

Half of Denji class misses school the next day

The Mexican public safety department receives that day a lot of calls about three powerful demons cursing all the teens into the hospital in a certain neighbourhood. It's one of the first complaints about them they get.

Not wanting to deal with that shit they literally ignore it.

In their defense they also think it's another case of parents blaming their kids getting drunk/high on demons.

The fact they are kind right doesnt make it better

(am I talking about the parents? The Mexican public safety? Yes)

The reason why Mexico is the perfect place for the Hayakawa to hide it's because once they escape Makima/Japan public safety starts calling every devil containment dependence around the world asking for them and the Mexican branch very aware there are lots of reports of sightings of devils fitting the description but wanting to ignore it being like "no.... We haven't seen anything like that"

The reason why the Mexican department doesn't tell on them can be summarized by the 3 points:

They literally don't want to deal with this shit

Some of the officers know Aki and like the free micheladas he gives them so they ain't snitching on him (yes Aki manages to befriend the police here faster than he ever did back in public safety. They even invite him to smoke with them when they are drinking at his bussines. Aki can't really refuse.)

eventually the reports get lost among a bunch of other papers they had so at some point they aren't even lying anymore and that way get to evade Makimas control

So in the ends it's something like: Blood fiend? Chainsaw devil? We only know al chino y sus hermanos

they then proceed to hang up on Makima

Aki cries everytime he goes to the market. He doesn't understand why the lady at the marked keeps giving him a rock whenever he asks for something to help him clean the bathroom.

He's pretty sure the words are right. He asked Denji and he says his pronunciation is alright...SO WHY? WHY THE FUCl DOES THE LADY KEEP GIVING HIM A ROCK?

He now has 60 of them.

The boy just nods and smiles and pays for the rocks instead of asking. He stores them under the cupboard.

He's very stressed.

Between school and his amazing adapting skills Denji is the best of them at spanish. Aki has to carry a dictionary and hesitates when enunciating. Power just sputters nonsense and gets way with it. Angel just doesn't talk much.

He actually could be very good at it but he's too lazy to study it. Besides he only has to show the minimum of interest in something before an old lady is giving it to him for free. So as Power he gets away with not really practicing the language.

Denji and Power are the kind of kids to always buy unhealthy snacks (papitas con chile, chicharrones, dorilocos) after school even though they can barely handle spicyness.

Aki is suffering for their health. He doesn't understand why they do that when there's so much new fruit they can eat. Aki is in heaven everytime he buys himself un vaso de fruta picada or un agua de sabor.

Angel on his part is content with all the new desserts he gets to eat: Fresas con crema, plátanos fritos, duraznos en almíbar to name a few

Not to mention how crazy Angel goes after he learns bout all the new ice cream flavors there. And raspados and paletas congeladas.

That's all for now folks.

If I ever think of something more for this au I'll let you know and if you come with something else let me know.

I had so much fun writing this.