#i hope you're having a good rest my dear i certainly had a very good one on saturday and i am getting more today

[magistralucis]

@absolut--kurant!

gatitosentimental

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Dress Up, Part 3: The Honeymoon✨

Who's ready for the honeymoon?? I've been dying to get this one out for y'all. Thank you all again for the incredible support on this fic, I absolutely love you all! Enjoy!!

I tried to make it as clear as possible who is speaking at any given time lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: The wedding is over and it's time for the honeymoon! And you have an interesting proposition for your new husband...

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, anal, multiple partners

As promised, Lucifer behaved himself for the rest of the reception. He was always very good at keeping his promises with you. Although, you had piqued his curiosity when you had mentioned the little "proposition" you had for him later in the evening. He was insatiable. And you loved it!

"C'mon love, at least give me a hint!" Lucifer begged while you were in between conversations with the hotel patrons. "Do you think it's fair to keep secrets from your husband?" He latched onto your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I'll just keep kissing you until you tell me!" Sure enough, he began to pepper small pecks across your face, finally forcing you to push him away gently.

"All good things to those who wait, Lucifer," you teased, taking his one hand and leading him towards the bar. "We just have to say goodbye to a few more people, okay? And you're one to talk! You still haven't told me where we're going for our honeymoon!"

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his lips. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart; deception is in my job description, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully and made your way towards your new daughter-in-law.

"Charlie!" you greeted, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you for this. You did an incredible job. This was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me!" Charlie beamed. "Everyone here worked super hard to make sure everything turned out perfect!"

"You're too modest, Charlie dear," Lucifer complimented. "Anything you touch turns out absolutely perfect. And I shouldn't expect anything less from my little girl!"

"Thanks, dad. I-I love you two so much!" Charlie's eyes started to well up with tears as she brought you both in for a hug. "Oh, dad! Did you tell her about the surprise?!"

Lucifer shook his head. "I haven't, but we're just about to head out right about...now!" With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind the trio. You went to turn your head, but Lucifer used his hand to turn your face back towards him. "No peaking!" Without warning, you felt your legs give out beneath you as Lucifer scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest and smiling down at you. “Thank you all for a wonderful day,” he called out to everyone. “It’s certainly one we’ll never forget. We’ll be back in a few days' time. PLEASE don’t burn the hotel down while we’re gone!” He turned around to face the portal and leaned down towards you. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered against your ear. You did as he said and let your eyelids fall.

You felt the subtle jostling of Lucifer’s movement as he carried you through the portal. He only took a few more steps before he stopped completely. Wherever you were, you felt a slight breeze hit your skin. You guessed you must be outside somewhere. But Lucifer’s footsteps sounded like they were hitting tile flooring. Before you could try to rationalize further, you felt your husband’s lips graze your earlobe.

“You can open your eyes now,” he cooed.

Your eyes shot open; Lucifer’s grinning face was the first thing you saw as he finally set you back down on your feet. You were right about being outside. Kind of. You were on a balcony. The footsteps you heard earlier made sense now. But you saw something else that had completely caught your attention. The sky above you wasn't red. It was a deep blue. You turned to Lucifer in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Surprise!" he nearly shouted, gripping your hips and twirling you around before placing you back down. "Welcome to the Lust ring, my darling!"

You blinked at him a few times before looking back over the railing, smiling eagerly. "So, this is what you've been hiding from me?"

"It is," Lucifer said as he pulled you flush to his chest. "Do you remember how I said that you're no longer bound to the rules that govern sinners? This is part of that deal! You're free to travel anywhere as my Queen, and that includes the other six rings of Hell! Not that I would recommend most of them. But Asmodeus-"

"Wait, Asmodeus?" you questioned, "The Sin of Lust?"

"Yes! Although I usually just refer to him as Ozzie. He's one of the only Sins I get along with. But anyway, he's the one who put us up in this lovely room for the next few days. I told him I was getting married and well, he practically insisted on letting us use his Honeymoon Suite at the hotel he owns here. Told me I needed to 'put the room to good use'." Lucifer flashed a smug grin before leaning in to capture your lips. He picked you up once more and carried you over to the too- large heart-shaped bed, setting you down on the soft dark purple bed sheets. "So, my angel has a 'proposition' for me?"

Suddenly your cheeks felt burning hot. To be honest, you haven't given your own proposition much thought before this. But that week without any intimacy nearly drove you up the wall and your mind created scenarios that you had never even considered before. You regret mentioning it in the first place, but it was too late to turn back now. "W-Well, yes, I do...I mean, I did. I umm...it's..."

Lucifer laughed and sat himself down next to you, his hip connecting with yours. "Now what could possibly have you so tongue tied?" Lucifer teased as you looked away from him. "I've never seen you like this before. You don't have to be embarrassed, love! Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it! I don't think there's anything you can suggest that would scare me away." He brought his hand under your chin and turned your head towards his wanting expression. "Please tell me!"

You sighed shakily. "And you won't freak out?"

"Now when have I ever freaked out?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ok, fair point. I promise you that I won't freak out."

You inhaled a few short breaths before speaking. "Youcanduplicateyourselfright?" you blurted out without thinking, making Lucifer pause.

"Duplicate myself?" he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhh, yeah I can. But what does that have to do with...o-oh...OH! UMM...S-SHIT! WOW I uhh...wasn't expecting that..."

"Hey, you said you wouldn't freak out!"

Lucifer shook his head rapidly. "Freaking out?? Who's freaking out?! Not me! Certainly not me! I'm cool, I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just uhh...I..." He laughed nervously, failing to reign in his sudden panicked reaction. But for some reason, it seemed as though he couldn't stop smiling.

You reached down to cup his hands in yours. "Luci, listen, if that's not something you're wanting to try, that's totally alright! I'd never ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable! That's why we talk about everything beforehand! Please don't worry about it." You smiled and cupped his face in your hands to press a light kiss on his lips.

"Now sweetheart, I never said "no", now did I?" you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

You turned your head slowly, only to see an identical Lucifer sitting next to you on the opposite side. You gulped and smiled warily. The other Lucifer grabbed your hand and kissed it delicately.

"You...you want this?" you turned to your Lucifer as the other continually kissed up your arm.

Lucifer beamed at you, taking your other hand. "More than you know! If I'm given the chance to provide you with as much pleasure as I possibly can, I will never turn down that opportunity! Besides, I do owe you from the reception, and I intend to pay it back tenfold."

You didn't think your face could get any more beet red. Your lips met with your Lucifer once more, his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, begging for entrance, to which you happily obliged. The other Lucifer found his way to your neck, now sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin. You had barely begun, and your adrenaline had skyrocketed. You had to pull yourself away before you wouldn't be able to stop yourself.

"I...I'd like to clean up first, if that's alright," you chuckled. Your Lucifer grinned, with both of them standing up and offering you their hands.

"Shall we?" they spoke in unison.

Your face flushed as you took each of their hands, pulling yourself up from the bed. They led you to the illustrious bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. It was way too grand for just a couple. Well, at least you three would take up just a little more space. You stripped out of your reception dress quickly, your lovers following suit. The shower itself could have easily fit everyone on in the hotel inside, but the three of you planned to use the space to your advantage. Once the shower was heated to your liking, you stepped in tentatively, letting the hot water relax your body. You didn't realize how stiff you had been. Perhaps the cause were the two men that just stepped in the shower to join you. One stepped around behind you, the other in front. Perfectly sandwiched between two God-like figured. Her heart threatened to beat out of your chest as you felt two hands gently massage your shoulders while two more thumbed circles around your hips.

"It's alright, darling," your Lucifer spoke calmy from behind. "We'll go at the pace you're most comfortable with, yeah? If you need to stop at any point, say the word and we'll be done." You nodded your head, giving them the 'okay' to continue.

"Let's get you all nice and clean now, love," the other Lucifer cooed. He passed the bottle of shampoo to your Lucifer while he lathered his hands with soap. You felt a pair of hands massaging your scalp ever so gently as they thoroughly scrubbed your soft hair, detangling any knots that may have formed. Two more hands roamed your skin, gliding across every inch of it. Starting at your neck, moving across to your shoulders, down to your breasts. Your breath hitched and you giggled, noticing how long his hands lingered in the specific area. His hands finally moved down lower, to your stomach and your hips, only to reach around and give a few light squeezes to your ass. You knew he was going to be touchy, especially considering it's been an entire week since he's been able to feel you like this. And you weren't going to deny him.

You rinsed your hair, watching the other Lucifer lower himself onto his knees to wash your legs, starting at your calves and working his way up to your thighs. After a few seconds, you noticed his hands have not left your thighs; he continued to run his hands along them delicately but desperately, almost begging for something more. You looked down at him only to be met with pleading eyes. It suddenly clicked with you. Wordlessly, you spread your legs apart slightly, allowing him access to the one area of you that you knew he wanted. That he needed. You let out a few shaky breaths before you at last felt his digits glide along your folds. You didn't know how much you missed the feeling of his fingers until he began his ministrations, easily finding your sensitive nub in the process. You mewled as your Lucifer turned your head to capture your sounds on his lips. You felt the other Lucifer's fingers enter you slowly, causing you to moan into your Lucifer's mouth. He swallowed it happily. You felt him languidly thrust his fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them.

"Now this is heaven," your Lucifer whispered against your collarbone. "I can finally tell you how wonderful you taste on my tongue." Without warning, the Lucifer beneath you gripped your thighs and plugged his face into your aching pussy, your knees nearly buckling under its own weight. Luckily, Lucifer caught you and held you close to his chest as the hot water continued to loosen every muscle in your body.

"I gotcha," your husband murmured before nipping at your neck, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Both of their tongues worked on your trembling body, your mind couldn't decide which area to focus on. You felt Lucifer's tongue push past your folds, his forked tongue hitting the most sensitive area inside of you. All that managed to leave your throat were whimpers of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

"L-Luci...I-I...," you tried to speak, becoming more and more difficult with each passing second. "B-Bed..."

You felt both Lucifers smile against you, each of them pulling away to stand up straight. The water was turned off and they led you out of the shower. They took some towels, drying you off as best they could before your Luci scooped you up and carried you back over to the bed, laying you down gently.

"What do you desire, my queen?"

You grabbed your Lucifer's hand, directing him to sit behind you. You looked at the other and patted the sheets in between your thighs. "I'm sorry that I interrupted your meal, please continue." Eagerly, the one Lucifer jumped onto the bed and dove between your thighs once more, continuing his tender licks up your dripping slit without giving you a second to brace yourself. You cried out while your Lucifer sat you in his lap.

"Such beautiful sounds, my darling," your Lucifer praised. "I've never been able to hear them so clearly when I've done this before. I've been dying to taste you again; it's been so long." You tried your best to focus on what he was saying, but the pleasure between your legs had taken up every bit of your attention. You missed this more than you were willing to admit; to have your lover devouring you like it was his last meal. You felt his hands snake underneath your arms, beginning to squeeze and knead your breasts. You were seeing stars, your vision blurred as you could feel legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. The other Lucifer had to wrap his arms under your thighs to make sure you couldn't pull away from his devilish tongue that was now circling your clit relentlessly. You were on the verge of breaking. "I can tell you're close, sweetheart. It's okay, let go for me. Let me taste all of you." You felt two fingers enter you at that moment, forcing you to thrust your hips up in unbridled ecstasy. Once his fingers curled inside you, the coil in your stomach snapped.

"A-AAHH...HHNG...LUCIFER!" you cried out as your orgasm overwhelmed you, your walls pulsating around his fingers that had refused to slow down as you came. You rode out your orgasm, feeling Lucifer lap up every last drop of you before you had finally come down from your high. Your breaths were heavy, but your Lucifer captured your lips once more, inhaling every last one. Oddly enough, you could taste a faint hint of yourself on his lips, even though he wasn't the one between your legs.

"Tell me love, how much did you miss my tongue?" the Lucifer below you asked coyly as his thumbs ran soft circles around your inner thighs.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "Enough to know that I'll never ask you to wait for me again."

He beamed at you, picking himself up from between your legs and leaning for a tender kiss, the other leaving more hickies along your neck. This was everything you could have imagined and more. But you weren't done yet. You needed more. You had felt Lucifer's hardened cock against your back the entire time you were sitting in his lap. It was time to give him his fill of you. And you were more than willing to let him claim every part of you.

"Luci?"

"Yes?" they answered.

"I want you to take me. All of me. Please..."

"D-Do you mean..." your Lucifer swallowed hard, the other completely red in the face.

"I do," you nodded shyly. "Is...Is that alright?"

With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, a third one appeared and stood next to the three of you at the edge of the bed.

"Anything for you, my angel," the third spoke softly, a nervous smile crept across his face.

Oh, you were so fucked! In both senses of the word. Your hands shot up to your face in a failing attempt to hide your embarrassment. You felt a pair of hands pull them away, now staring back at two pairs of lust-filled eyes.

"Are you absolutely sure, love?" Lucifer's voice echoed behind you. You could almost hear the shakiness in it. "Please don't feel as though you need to do this for me."

You managed to shift yourself so that you were now kneeling in front of your Lucifer, his head resting in the palms of your hands. "Yes, I want this. This isn't for you or for me, this is for both of us. I'm yours, my king." You brought your lips to his, entangling your tongues together in a fiery kiss. When you pulled away, Lucifer seemed to be caught in a trance, completely drunk on you.

"Let's get you ready," he grinned. With a swirl of his hand, a bottle of lube had appeared, tossing it to the Lucifer standing beside you. You noticed the writing on the label before he threw it away.

"Apple flavored?" you questioned.

"Let me ask you, did you taste yourself on me when you kissed me a minute ago?" Lucifer smirked a bit when he asked. Your face flushed a bit, but you nodded. "I thought as much. It was faint, but it was there, right? I didn't think you wanted the taste of normal lube when you uhh...umm, yeah...haha...It's hard to explain, but the short and simple of it is that all of our senses are connected. If one of us is touched, the others will feel the sensation of being touched as well. And I promise that the faintest hint of apples will be the only thing you can taste. A little fun fact about duplication for ya!"

You grinned as you and your Lucifer got up from the bed while the second assumed his position, lying flat on his back, his leaking cock resting on his abdomen. You wanted nothing more than to ride him senseless right now as you made your way back on all fours and hovered yourself over him, but you knew you would get to soon enough. You smiled down at him beneath you, he grinned and winked in response. The other two joined you in bed, with one kneeling behind you, the other in front. Your Lucifer's cock hung just inches from your face, almost begging for any kind of attention. You went to grab it, but his hand stopped yours. "Ah, ah, patience," he scolded lovingly, "I can wait. Let me concentrate on you, yeah?" As if on cue, you felt a cold finger teasing the entrance of your ass. In inhaled sharply, gripping the sheets below you from the sensation. You and Lucifer didn't use it often, but you always enjoyed it whenever you tried it.

"Ready?" you heard him ask behind you.

"Yes."

Slowly, he inserted his lubed finger into you, letting your muscles relax around him. After a few pumps, a second finger was inserted, thrusting in and stretching you out as much as he possibly could. He applied a generous about of lube as he spread his fingers apart inside you, opening you up and making sure you would be able to handle more in just a little bit. The less pain you felt, the better. When he felt as though you were thoroughly prepped, his digits retreated from your ass. He rubbed some more lube down the length of his shaft before positioning himself to enter you. At the same time, you felt the Lucifer below you shift, lining his cock up with your wet cunt. You inhaled deeply a few times, albeit a bit shakily.

"If you need to stop at any time, please don't hesitate to use our safe word," your Lucifer instructed. "Do you remember what it is?"

"Radio." you responded. Neither of you had to use it before, but this seemed like a scenario where it may need to come into play. The word still made you chuckle to yourself regardless.

"That's my girl," he cooed. "Tap my leg and I'll pull out if you need to use it. Slow and steady now..."

You felt your ass stretch first as he entered you lethargically, letting you stretch around his length. You felt the burning sensation for a moment or two, but it soon receded after he remained fully inside for little bit. Your pussy was next, sinking down as far as you could before Lucifer's hips bucked up to meet yours. With two cocks now fully sheathed inside of you, you gave them the 'okay' to start moving. The room was filled with nothing but moans when their hips started rutting into you, feeling absolutely and completely full. You looked up at your Lucifer with desperate eyes.

"Y-Your turn, Luci," you babbled, opening your mouth wide, your tongue falling to the wayside and drool beginning to drip down your chin.

"F-Fuck..." was all he managed to choke out before to tip of his cock was already past your lips. He did his best to match the pace with his other selves, not wanting to go too deep. And he was right; the faintest scent of apples filled your senses as his cock was pushed in and out of your hot throat.

This moment was pure bliss.

Your mouth, your ass, and your cunt all being filled and fucked senseless, somehow in the most tender and loving way imaginable. Lucifer had never been rough with you and he wasn't about to start now. All three cocks were hitting every single pleasure point in your body, it was almost overwhelming. But you didn't dare stop.

You felt a pair of Lucifer's claws dig into your ass as he fucked you from behind, another pair shooting up to grip your hips as he thrusted up into your aching cunt. The last pair of hand you felt playing with your hair as you used your tongue and mouth to drive him mad. But you felt something else not long after. Something had wrapped around your leg. His tail. You weren't sure which it belonged to but you were too fucked out of your mind at this point to care. You felt something else, something that could have made you scream were your mouth not full. Another one of his tails, but this one had gone straight for your clit, its movements increasing with every thrust. Your eyes crossed as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train, giving you no time to prepare. You moaned loudly around Lucifer’s cock as your pussy clenched around his other, your juices leaking out and trailing down your thighs.

“GAA-AHHH, O-OH FFFFUCK,” all of them gasped together. All of them had felt you cum on his cock. He was done for.

“M-My love…”

“Ssshhhhiiittt…I-I’m…”

“I-I can’t…can’t s-stop…”

“FUCK, C-CUMMING…I’M CUMMMING!”

All their movement had stopped as they came at the same time. You felt his hot seed spill out inside of every hole he filled. It took everything you had left in you to not collapse right then and there. Your Lucifer was the first to pull out, finally letting you properly catch your breath. You swallowed his cum without a second thought, licking your lips as you stared up at him innocently. He turned away from you quickly, his face feeling like it had caught fire. You felt two pairs of hands grab your waist, hoisting you up and off of them, and gently laying you down on your back. With a final snap of his fingers, the two Lucifers smiled at you one last time before disappearing, leaving you with just one. Lucifer, now completely spent, plopped down on the bed right next to you. You shuffled closer to him, snuggling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and peppered kisses all along your face. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are you okay, my queen?” he asked breathlessly. “I didn’t hurt you at all, did I? Was it too much? Were you-MMPH” you cut him off with a searing kiss to his lips. He melted into you, your lips languidly moving against each other. You pulled away, tears welling up in your eyes. Lucifer’s face fell instantly. “Oh, God, I hurt you, didn’t I?! Fuck, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t mean to-”

“No, Lucifer!” you laughed, cutting his panic short. “I’m not hurt, you didn’t hurt me! I-I’m just…so happy…” you threw your arms around him and began to squeeze his body as hard as you could manage. “Thank you…”

His arms tightened around you as well, bringing you as close to him as physically possible. “No, my love, I should be thanking you. Not just for this. But for everything else.” He sat you both up, now leaning yourselves against the headboard. He left one arm draped over your shoulder as the other reached for your hand. “You’ve given me everything I could ever want, and more than I ever deserve. You’ve given me patience, understanding, kindness, stability, joy. I could go on forever about what you’ve done for me. But out of all of those, the one thing that you’ve given me that I know I could never go without, is your love. You’re mine, and I’m yours, until the end of time. I love you.”

You couldn’t stop your tears from falling. You smiled at him sweetly, wiping away the tears from your cheeks. “I love you too, Lucifer. But you’re wrong, you know.” The angel cocked an eyebrow at you. “You deserve everything and more. Never doubt that.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You’ll always have me. Always.”

Tears fell from his eyes now, pecking your face with more kisses again. Suddenly, he scooped you up in his arms and hopped off the bed in an instant.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we, my beautiful wife?” he whispered to you as you made your way to the bathroom once more. “Hope you like bubble baths!”

“Of course I do, my darling husband.” He smiled and leaned down to press another kiss to your parted lips.

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GOD, PLEASE, I CAN EXPLAIN 😫🙏🏻

Anywho, hope you liked part 3! Part 4 will be a sort of epilogue so stay tuned! Thank you everyone for your support 💖

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[hauntedhokage]

hi hi! Could I please request hcs for your first time with the Konoha founders (Madara,Hashirama, tobirama?) tyia!!

hi, you certainly can! I totally got carried away with these but i had a lot of fun ~

warnings: written with female reader in mind, sexual content, mentions of potential pregnancy, cock warming,

Madara Uchiha

Madara isn't one for letting people get close, so to be at the point with him where not only you were regularly kissing and close enough that he's asking to go further says a lot.

He basically loves you at this point, even if he hasn't said as much out loud and the question of whether you'll let him go further requires no deeper consideration to have you nodding in the affirmative in the moonlit forest clearing

He's careful as he undresses you, gentle hands pulling at the various ties and buttons keeping your clothing together, his eyes staying on yours to ensure that you remain comfortable under his hands as he moves. It's only when you're undressed that he notices that he's still fully clothed, and sits back to give you the opportunity to see him as he'd gotten to see you.

He's very bashful as you undress him, which is truly out of character for the normally (mostly) collected man - unless he was with you. Madara was still strong and confident, but something in the way you specifically looked at him made him feel that way. It's the love but don't tell him that or else he'll blush

His hands are gentle as they explore your body without the layer of clothing keeping you from him, warm as they hold your breasts while he kisses you.

"Every bit of you is perfection, my dear," he'll compliment as he lies you back, kissing you one last time before he moves to explore the rest of your body with his mouth, gradually getting more comfortable with how you like to be touched.

He's nervous at first, but he is very generous when it comes to oral. He could probably be between your legs like this for hours, since he thoroughly enjoys how sweet you taste to him and the sounds you make for him and him alone while he's licking at your most sensitive spot.

The nerves return when he's sitting up in front of you again, cock in hand and lined up with your entrance. All he has to do is gently push forward, you've already begged asked him to take you finally, but he finds himself pausing as his tip is just barely pressing against your folds. But then he reaches for your hand, and holds it tight in his own as he finally urges forward to work himself into you.

He's painfully careful as he makes love to you, desperate to maintain his self control so he can avoid causing you any pain. Each thrust is calculated and careful, and his eyes stay on yours to make sure that he's actually making you feel good.

When he comes it's inside you mostly by accident, you'd made him feel so good that he wasn't thinking about arguably the most important detail. He hopes you're not upset, but he wouldn't be upset by having his heir conceived in such a setting. If you're not upset, he's able to relax in the grass beside you and pull you close, peppering kisses to your head as the cool night air blows over you both.

Eventually you'd both need to get up and get dressed before someone found you so exposed, but for now he's content to lay there and mumble sweet nothings back and forth.

Hashirama Senju

Oh, Hashirama is a nervous wreck over this. This was a moment he'd been waiting a while for and now it was here and you were sitting naked in front of him as planned and it was almost too much.

He's so worried about whether or not you actually want to have sex with him, if you'll like how he looks? Is his penis the right size? What even was the "right size"? These weren't things he talked about with Madara or his brother, so he feels under prepared for something so important.

Please kiss this man to pull him out of his head, otherwise you'd be sitting there naked all night while he overthinks.

His hands are shaky as he undresses, so giving him a helping hand will help him feel a lot better (and keep him from accidentally tearing something and feeling the need to explain how to the tailor when getting it repaired). Kisses to his chest and stomach as more skin is revealed, keeping your eyes on his as you do to help reassure him that you want to be here as much as he does.

"Relax, Hashirama," you request, taking his hands in his and gently peppering kisses along his knuckles to try and help him relax. "We don't have to if you don't think-" "I WANT TO TAKE THIS STEP WITH YOU!"

He's already hard, cock aching at the sight of your body and feel of your warm skin on his hands. When you bring one of his hands down to your already wet center, he's suddenly much more relaxed as he realizes that you want this too.

His fingers are eager to explore, spreading and stretching you open like he knows he'll need to while indulging in the sweet sounds you make as he pleasures you. He's not intending on making you come, so he's actually surprised when you do just by his fingers.

And when he gets to lay you back, his hand holds yours as he guides himself in. He could come from the sight of your face, contorted in pleasure as he stretched you, but he knows that he couldn't possibly cut this experience short for you.

But as enamored as he is by your face, he can't help but sit back so he can watch himself go in and out of you. There's something hypnotizing about watching his cock disappear inside you, he could sit there and watch forever.

But all things come to end eventually, and when he meets his end it's with his face pressed into your neck, profusely thanking you for providing him with the honor of this intimacy and telling you how much he loved you.

Tobirama Senju

The only one out of this trio that isn't at all nervous. Not at all understating the importance of the first time he's being intimate with you in that way, but it's a natural human occurrence and if you didn't want to take that step with him you wouldn't have let him move his hands further up your skirt. Nor would you have said "yes" when he asked if that was okay.

His kisses are confident as you sit on his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh under your skirt while the other holds the back of your neck. Every so often he'll give your thigh a squeeze, moving his hand just a bit closer until his fingertips are brushing against the fabric of your underwear.

"Eager, are we?" you tease against his lips, gently nipping at his bottom lip and grinning when he lets out a soft groan. "I'm eager, too."

"You look so pretty on my lap like this, how can I not be?" his counter is accompanied by his fingers hooking into the band of your underwear, gently tugging at them so he could pull them down your legs. He doesn't let them hit the floor, instead pocketing them to keep them clean.

He takes a moment to wet his fingers before his hand goes back up your skirt, pushing your legs apart so he can spread your folds. The contact has your mouth falling open, your head falling against his shoulder as he spreads your wetness that had gathered to your clit.

You hold tight to his shirt as he fingers you; the long, slender digits taking their time in exploring your pussy, his thumb maintaining a constant pressure on your clit. It's when he feels your walls start to tighten around his fingers that he starts to rub small circles around your clit while maintaining that same wonderful pressure.

"Please come for me, my dear, I need you to be ready for me," he requests, his own mouth trailing kisses along your face and neck. Based on your pleasured whimpers and tight grip on his shoulder, he knows you're about to topple over that edge, and he's smiling as he feels your clenching around his three fingers. "That's it, you're so pretty when you're coming on my fingers."

Your skirt and his pants were going to be a mess, but that's not a concern for either of you as he's pulling his cock out of his pants. He's already so hard, and you gently take hold of him as he helps you adjust so you're straddling him on his chair and hovering just above his length.

There's a moment of hesitation, those red eyes meeting yours with a question in them that only you have the answer to. And your answer is given by carefully lowering yourself onto him, keeping your gaze locked on his until you're fully seated on his length.

With his hands on your hips and your hands settled on his shoulders, you both work together to set an easy pace. His goal is to make sure you feel and enjoy every inch of him as he helps you move, and he can tell by the way your walls are fluttering around him that you are very much enjoying what he's giving you.

He's a relatively quiet lover, the sounds that leave him are mostly quiet grunts and maybe a soft groan but nothing too loud. However, he wants you to be as loud as you want to be - let the whole village know that you were quite happily spoken for and well looked after.

His hand will leave your hip in favor of seeking out your clit, wanting to make sure that you find your release before he does. His fingers work against the sensitive bud rapidly, all while urging you to show him how pretty you are when you're coming for him.

And when you do come, your walls clenching rhythmically around his length, he's kissing you to muffle his groan as his hands keep you firmly planted on his lap as he finishes inside you.

He'll lean back in the chair, bringing you to relax in his arms as he works to regulate his breathing once more. Gentle kisses are peppered into your hair and his hands rub your back as he lets himself enjoy this moment with you.

[oliversrarebooks]

Fitz's Volunteer Part Two: Backstage

Part One Masterlist

November 1923

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, blood drinking, still self-indulgent

You were hypnotized by Phantom Fitz, small-time vaudeville magician and mesmerist, in front of a hundred men, women, and children.

There's no way you would be able to concentrate on the rest of the vaudeville show after that, even if you weren't so tired.

The part of your mind that isn't completely in a fog is just thinking about your stage experience over and over and over again. How much you felt like you were slipping into a deep sleep. How good it felt to listen. How easy it was to go along with everything the magician said, without the slightest hesitation. It scares you, even as a part of you wishes you could feel it again.

As the last act winds to a close, a thought nags at you. You need to go see Fitz backstage. Maybe this sort of feeling happens to everyone he entrances, maybe he knows a way to counteract it. Yes, it makes perfect sense to you. He's the only one who could help you.

 The audience begins to disperse, but instead of heading to the exits, you climb up the stairs to the stage and head into the wings. You expect someone to stop you, but no one notices until you're all the way backstage. "Excuse me, where are you headed?" says a baby-faced stagehand.

"Oh, uh..." You're not sure how to explain it yourself. "I need to see the magician, Phantom Fitz. Do you know where I might find him?"

The stagehand accepts this immediately. "Oh, yeah, down that hall, second door on the left. That's his dressing room."

"Thanks," you say, heading in the direction he pointed.

You hesitate in front of the door. You were so determined to go see Fitz backstage that you didn't really think about the implications. This man had you fully under his spell. Is it actually wise to be alone with him? What if his mesmeric powers are real? What if he can sink you back under with a word?

Before you can make the choice to either walk away or knock, the door opens. Fitz's face lights up to see you. "Ah, my perfect, hypnotized assistant!" he says. "Come in, come in. What can I do for you?"

He waves you in, and you feel helpless as you walk into the dressing room and let him shut the door behind you. It looks quite mundane, with a rack of costumes, a vanity strewn with stage makeup, combs, and accessories, and a small cot covered in blankets. Fitz has lost his tailcoat, cape, hat, and bowtie, and is wearing a simple white button-down shirt and black slacks.

He's just an ordinary man, isn't he? You feel a bit foolish.

"Is something troubling you?" he says, pulling up a stool for you to sit on. "I hope it wasn't anything that I've done. You were an ideal assistant, you know -- the crowd absolutely loved the act."

You swallow hard. "It's -- just that --" you start, unsure of how to explain this. If the hypnotism was all fake, you're going to sound insane; if the hypnotism was real, well, then, you'd be admitting to this stranger that he had you completely under his power.

Fitz leans in with a conspiratorial smile. "You're still feeling hypnotized, aren't you?"

"Yes," you say, glad he was the one to say it and make the decision for you. "I know you praised me for playing along, but it felt so real, and now I'm having trouble focusing on anything else."

"Oh, you're far from the first person who has felt that way," says Fitz in an understanding tone. "My act is very convincing, and the power of suggestion can be very strong. It's nothing at all to be embarrassed about, and it doesn't mean you're weak-willed or foolish. I can certainly help put it all to right, dear."

"Oh, thank goodness." Relief washes over you.

"You see, the bit with the pocketwatch, that's all an act. That's just for show, to misdirect the audience and keep them interested in what's happening on stage. None of that is real. You can't actually hypnotize a person with a watch and a bit of patter," he says, getting up and walking behind you.

"I didn't think so, but the way I felt..."

"That's because the pocketwatch hypnosis isn't real." He lays a hand on the top of your head, and you're flooded with warmth. "What I'm doing to you now, though, is."

"What --"

"Just fall back under my spell now, dear," he whispers in your ear, leaning in so close as his hand caresses your head. "Fall deep, deep into that pleasant, helpless hypnotic trance that your mind remembers so well."

You let out a soft noise of surprise as you can feel the enchantment taking your mind once more, struggling fruitlessly against the sensation. It was a mistake to come here. He has you entirely at his mercy, and this time, there's no audience to watch.

"Aww, you're so sleepy, aren't you? Look at those heavy, drowsy eyelids fluttering, trying to stay awake. Don't fight it, dear. You know how badly you want to fall back asleep and listen to my wonderful voice."

That sleepy feeling seems to be pouring into you from his touch. Your head lolls forward as he runs a finger down your cheek and neck. It feels amazing. Why struggle against it? Why not just fall asleep and listen, just like he wants you to?

"Good, there you are. No resisting," he says. "Shut your eyelids down. Back into hypnotic sleep. So relaxed, so obedient. You can trust me, remember? You can trust me and listen to me while you sleep."

Your eyes close. You feel just like you did on stage, half-asleep and dreaming, waiting for commands, eager to please. You can trust him. You can listen. 

"Completely lost in obedience and pleasure," he says, as a shiver runs down your spine. "You don't mind if I touch your pretty neck, do you?"

"No..."

"Of course not," he says, breath strangely cool on your ear. Nimble fingers trace up and down your neck, and you're captivated in his touch, your head tilting to the side to give him further access. He chuckles. "Such a good assistant. So utterly hypnotized."

Oh, you are.

"You're going to feel a bit of pressure right here," he says, brushing a sensitive spot on your neck. "But you're so relaxed and obedient and so deep asleep that it isn't going to bother you, is it? You're going to just melt into it and feel so good."

Through your haze, you're not entirely sure what he's talking about, but you nod submissively. Whatever he wants, anything he wants.

And then you feel it, the pressure on your neck, a sharp puncture. He has a hand over your mouth preventing you from crying out, but after a moment, your body floods with euphoria radiating out from the wounds. You've never felt anything like it.

He's drinking from the wounds, drinking your blood. He's a vampire. You must be dreaming. It certainly all feels like a dream. It should be a nightmare, shouldn't it, having a monster drink your blood? You could die here. But it feels more like a lovely dream that you never want to end.

Your head goes even more fuzzy as you slump against Fitz. He nurses blood from the small punctures as you begin to fade in and out of unconsciousness.

There's a hand on your wrist, checking your pulse. "Apologies if I took too much. Bad habit," he says softly. "I expect you'll be fine after a good rest."

You don't care. You don't have it in you to be worried. Everything feels so wonderful and hazy and you only want to curl up and go to sleep.

Fitz lifts you up off the stool, and you barely manage to crack your eyes open as you're transferred to the cot. He pulls warm blankets around you and you don't even have the energy to stir. Through your blurred vision, you see him kneeling by the bed, running his fingers through your hair.

"Pleasant dreams, my perfect assistant," he says. "When you wake up, you'll leave the theater with no memory of what happened just now, all right? You came backstage, we talked, and you were tired so I let you rest for a while. That's all, isn't it?"

"Mmm," you murmur, the memories already fading out. "That's all."

"I do hope you come back to see me again, dear," he says. "Now that you know what it's like, I expect you'll be far less shy about volunteering next time."

You lack the energy to respond as your mind absorbs his suggestions. Yes, you would love to come back and see Fitz's magic show again...

Part One Masterlist

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[thedemonknownasbilly]

Hello hello, I hope you're feeling better! I had an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it, but don't feel pressured!

I was thinking of headcanons (or a scenario, whichever you prefer)- of how Aziraphale and Crowley would react to seeing their s/o mid work-out session?

Kinda cheesy lmao- sorry about that

-🐝

Routines

I am, thank you!

That’s definitely an interesting idea, wouldn’t mind taking a crack at it, my workouts are nothing too special so I’m having to use my best friend’s routine to go more in depth. (She and I have FaceTimed and talked so much crap while she worked out)

So sorry this took a while, last night had the glitch and then today has been a family day with Kiddo and Bestie.

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Slightly suggestive

Crowley

He hadn’t really noticed your routine, it wasn’t to say he didn’t care, it was just that you had just begun and did so typically when he was out of the house. He had gone to Aziraphale’s bookshop for some sort of talk with the Angel, something about Adam and young master Warlock even though Armageddon and the Second Coming had both failed and the world was at last safe. You had your music playing in your earbuds as you began your lifts, hardly hearing him come in, paying no mind to the trembling plants.

“Sorry about that Pet, Azira-” he cut himself off when he was met with you in skintight athletic pants and a loose fitting tank top. “Bloody hell, Satan don’t take me now.” He murmured, watching as your muscles flexed and showed with every right move, his forked tongue wetting his lip as he finally surged forward to you, grabbing you by the waist, effectively startling you. “You know, I heard of a much better form of exercise.” He murmured as he placed kisses along your neck.

“Oh yeah?” You teased him, “how about you show me.” His signature grin forming as he pulled you into your bedroom, snapping his fingers to close the blinds and door.

Aziraphale

Aziraphale first noticed with the new protein powder, it was odd to him, and he decided he wanted to give it a try in some pancakes, thinking it was just for flavor.

“Oh, that is disgusting!” He exclaimed quietly when he took his first bite, “tastes nothing like chocolate.” He tried his best to rinse the taste from his tongue with his tea.

“Good morning, Azi,” you chimed, kissing his cheek lovingly, hardly noticing his lingering gaze as he took in your athletic wear, he almost sworn you were tempting him on purpose.

“Good morning, my dear.” He smiled, going up behind you and placing hands on your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you up so early before?”

“Nope,” you replied, looking back to him, “but I want to finally be good about keeping my habits, so more frequent morning runs and workouts from me, rather than once in a blue moon.” Aziraphale nodded, a smile on his face.

“Certainly commendable, I know you’ll be just fine in keeping the habit, after all, you went from occasionally reading to reading everyday.”

“I think my boyfriend being the owner of the world’s best bookshop helped in that.”

“No, darling, it was all you.” He insisted, letting you go soon after so that you could get started, he certainly wasn’t about to complain, you definitely looked nice in the athletic style. Mostly he would only see you in the early mornings, right before your run, but one late morning he found himself needing your opinion on something and so he went into the spare room, not thinking to knock before he opened the door, watching in awe as you followed the instructions on your screen, different exercises he didn’t know all the names to being performed nearly flawlessly.

“Very good, my dear,” he smiled when you took a break, “very proud of you.” He adorned you in praises as he walked over and covered you in kisses.

“Aziraphale,” you giggled, “I’m all sweaty.”

“Don’t care, wanna just love on you.”

[mikwaa]

Hi!

May I request what Heizou and characters of your choice will react when being asked by their lovers what makes them fell in love with readers? And asking them what moment they realized readers are the one? (kind of like soulmate or something)

Thank you very much! I love your works!

A/n: Hi hi dear! Thank you very much for the compliment, I appreciate it! Thanks for the request, and I hope you like it!<3

Featuring: Childe, Heizou, Zhongli, Diluc

Warnings: Sfw, but suggestive on Diluc and Childe's part.

Childe:

You were preparing the food in the kitchen, anxiously waiting for your partner, all because you wanted to ask him a rather important question. What was it? Well, you wanted to know what had made him fall in love with you. The fatuus who was crazy about battle and family, who was always fighting with every being he met. Who was very unconcerned with those around him, including those he worked with, besides that he traveled a lot and met a lot of people. So what had made him fall in love with you? While you were deep in thought, a pair of strong arms grabbed you around the waist, "My sweetheart, are you doing something for us?" "I'm making us something to eat." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing it lightly. "You know, I was thinking about something." You murmured, and just by saying it he was already curious. "What?" He rests his chin on your shoulder, turning his attention to you. You turned to him, glaring, "What made you like me?" His face wrinkled, somehow he was confused by the question. Wasn't it obvious? "What can I say? You're different, I've been interested in you since the first time I saw you." He still frowned, still a little puzzled by you asking these things out of the blue. "I'm not satisfied, elaborate more." You said playfully, but you really wanted to know what had made him love you. "God, you're pushy." Running his hand through his hair and smiling he tells you. He rested his forehead on yours, holding you as close as he could, "I never had a perspective on life, always wanted to give my family a good quality of life and that was it. But when you came along, I started to see a better future, things started to make sense." His eyes that always reminded you of the deepest parts of the ocean, that blue that made you immerse yourself in the beauty that they possessed. But now you could tell they sparkled, whenever he talked about you his eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy. And you couldn't have been more surprised, that the cold fighter, one of the most feared harbingers had a soft side for you. Not only that but you meant a lot to him, more than he could ever imagine. He didn't like to say that things didn't make sense to him, he always liked to look right in everything he did. But there was no sense in keeping this pride with you, after all you were the reason he looked to the future with confidence. "You never fail to leave me speechless." With a brief smile you say, gently caressing his face. He chuckled, "Sometimes I think I don't tell you enough how much I love you." "The way you look at me is enough." And you grinned like a fool. "Maybe I have better ways to show it." And he kissed you passionately without hesitation, squeezing you tight and holding you close to him. There are many ways to show love for someone, and Childe had many ways, whether physical or in words, but certainly today, he would use physical means to show you how important you were.

Heizou:

You got some time off today, and decided to go to the office where your boyfriend Heizou worked, to bring him some snacks. "Oh? What do I owe the surprise?" That was the first thing you heard as soon as you entered his office. "I came to bring you a lunch, I made it myself." You cheerfully give him the package with the food. "You're the best." He says and seals your lips with a gentle peck. And you silently sat down on one of the chairs and waited for him to finish eating, though there was one question that was pounding in your head. And Heizou apparently had realized that you wanted to know something. "I know that look on your face, what do you want to ask?" He knew you so well that you didn't even need to speak, he would know from your every expression. "What made you realize that you loved me?" Suddenly you ask, just like that. "That's a good question, but I'm not sure I have an accurate answer." And he took the detective's posture, placing his hand on his chin thoughtfully. "You always have an answer for everything!" You protest playfully. He chuckled, "I just don't want it to be a simple answer." He thought for about two or three minutes, and in the meantime he gently stroked your hand with his thumb. Then he looked up at you, with a furtive smile on his lips, "You're like a mystery case that I want to unlock all the secrets of. Maybe it sounds cliche, but you're a box of surprises to me. Which makes me more and more interested." From the way he spoke you had no doubt, the way his eyes glittered in pure joy as he spoke of you, was more than enough of an answer even. "So I'm the most interesting case you've ever had?" It sounded strange to be compared to a case, but it was strangely comforting. "It was just a comparison, but you are the most important thing to me. You're too special, I can't tell you how important you are with words alone." He whispers to you as tenderly as possible. His eyes were filled with all the love possible, and yours were too. "You're sweet when you talk like that." You say with a wide smile. He was always careful with his words, especially with you. "You'll embarrass me if you keep looking at me like that." With a slight pink tinge to his cheeks he says. And then you squeezed his cheeks, "You'll be even cuter." "You just can't help yourself, can you?" He returns the smile and gives you a quick, tender kiss. Slowly running his fingers through your hair, while gently holding you close. You smiled quietly, and he gave you another long, passionate kiss, this time more intense. This was just one of the ways he showed you how he felt, apart from all the pampering he gave you. You can be sure that he would come up with a better answer to your question, and leave you even more surprised.

Diluc:

It was very late, but you were waiting for Diluc to get home. It was common for him to arrive late like this, because besides the tavern he spent a lot of time defending the city of Mondstadt. No matter what time it was, you always waited for him before going to bed, and today you also added the fact that you wanted to ask him a question. Diluc was always very closed and direct, but with you he was a bit more relaxed. But since you started to be together, he had never told you what made him fall in love with you, and today you, for some reason, have this doubt in your mind. And as soon as you heard the door open you ran to greet him. "Are you awake at this hour?" He murmurs low, as if he were grumbling at you. "Waiting for you!" You quickly answer him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. He grunts in disapproval at your being up until this hour, but would gladly accept all the affection you can give. "I asked Adelinde to leave some food for you, you always come hungry." You say as you take his hand and begin to guide him into the kitchen. "Knowing you, you're pretty electric. Did something happen?" It wasn't too hard to notice, since he always came home late and you were very tired. But today you were having a little trouble feeling any sleep. "I think it's just insomnia." You say, but it still doesn't seem to convince him. "Luc…" You call him once more, "What made you fall in love with me?" And you sounded so interested. He swallowed hard, looking at you a little confused. In fact he hadn't even thought about it himself. "Why this question all of a sudden?" And you could hear the reluctance in his voice. "I just wanted to know, you never told me about it." You say it with a pout. "You're different, I can't quite explain it." And you could see his cheeks starting to turn red. "Different how?" You were impulsive, now that he had started to talk you wanted to know everything. "You're just adorable, and you've been occupying all my thoughts. You're all I can think about." The blush on his face growing even more, you could tell it was already almost the same shade as his hair. But how could he explain it? He only knew that he loved you very much, didn't know when or how it started, all he could say was that he was crazy in love with you. "You're so cute with that reddish face." You tease as you squeeze his cheeks. "You're to blame for that." He says as he tries to hide his face. You grab him by the chin and give him a sweet, passionate kiss. He pulled you close, bringing your bodies together. From the firmness of his hold, you could already tell what he was getting at. You could already tell that it wouldn't be long before he took you to his room upstairs, where he would show you all his love for you. He might not be the best with words, but he would find an even better way to show you how much he loved you.

Zhongli:

Now you were heading towards where Zhongli worked, he had asked you to go to your shared house and get some papers to give him, and so you did. But on the way you overheard a cute conversation between a couple talking about how and when they fell in love, and you were curious to ask Zhongli the same question. And as soon as you arrived you went straight to his office, which as usual was stuck reading those seemingly endless contracts. "Here are the papers you asked for." You gently put everything on the table where he was working. "Oh yes, thank you, my dear." Briefly taking his attention off the papers and giving you a sympathetic smile. "May I ask you something?" You sneak a question, hoping you're not in the way. And then he turned his body toward you, now you had his full attention, "Do it." "So, I heard a couple talking about how they fell in love, and it made me curious. When did you realize that you loved me?" You were incredibly anxious for an answer since this was something he had never told you. He straightened his posture, placing his hand thoughtfully on his chin, "Oh? I never really stopped to think about it, there are several aspects of you that have always caught my attention. Hard to decide on just one." "But what struck you most about me, like, what made you think I was the one." Your curiosity was blatant. And he was silent, thinking, thinking, and thinking. Then answering, "Everything." Then he added, "Everything about you is special, I don't know what in particular." He looked at you with a gentle smile growing on his lips. You were flattered by the answer, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy your gigantic curiosity. "All I am…" You murmur softly. He takes your hands, gently caressing them, "If my answer wasn't enough, perhaps I should be clearer." He brought you closer, so that only you could hear what he would say next, "You bring me peace, soothe my soul and my heart. You're the one who makes this simple life worth living." Your heart seemed to skip a beat, as you squeezed his hand even harder. "I don't know what else to say." Your voice was filled with emotion, hearing these things made your heart warm. He chuckled, "Your expression is already a great answer." You smiled, smiling like a fool at him. "You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, my beloved." That was his last sentence before he pecked you, and then affectionately placed his forehead against yours. You didn't need to hear anything else, his sincere words were already more than enough to make you understand how important you were to him. How much he loved you, and would do anything to show it.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

The Raifu infection is S P R E A D I N G

And for me the only cure is M16A1, Springfield (MY BELOVED), Spas-12, and M4 SOPMOD II with an S/O who likes to serenade them with a guitar! Please?

(GFL) M16A1, Springfield, SPAS-12, and M4 SOPMOD II's S/O serenading them with a guitar

I have barely resisted the urge to turn this into yet another song fic because Love Deterrence from Metal Gear is the first song to come to mind. And for Girl's Frontline, that song is very fitting in this setting. Also, SPRINGFIELD MY BELOVED, whoever made her deserves some kind of nobell peace prize for creating a woman who can bring world peace with that voice.

M16 thinks S/O songs are cheesy, if she's being completely honest.

She laughs everytime at the sight of S/O with a guitar, attempting to swoon her with an old love song from the early 2000's.

But at the same time, she couldn't deny that it had its charms.

Or that it was completely ineffective against her.

Strangely enough, she gets flustered if S/O plays it with the rest of her squad around, her usual boisterous attitude shut down into stammers and blushing.

But whenever S/O has her full attention, M16 listens intently with one hand under her chin, smiling all the while.

(M16A1) "You sure know a way into a girl's heart with that singing voice."

(S/O) "It was good?"

(M16A1) snrk "Yeah."

(S/O) "...What was with that snicker?"

(M16A1) "S-Sorry, I really do mean that. It's just...Well, it's just kinda funny. I thought this sort of practice died out fifty years ago."

(S/O) "True love never dies out, my dear!"

M16 knew they said that ironically but it still made her burst out laughing.

...God she hoped they were being ironic.

Springfield absolutely adores S/O's guitars skills.

And she loves it even more that they play songs just for her.

Springfield insists that S/O plays at the café to liven things up!

And if it happens to be a love song, then she certainly won't complain!

Much to the dismay of everyone present in the room if the two lovebirds began flirting.

(Springfield) "Lovely performance as always, S/O!"

(S/O) "Well, I'm not sure I could have played as well without you here, Springfield.~"

(WA2000) "GET A ROOM YOU TWO! Some of us are trying to drink our coffee in peace here!"

Springfield just giggles at the others' reactions, not so much as a hint of shame present on her face.

(Springfield) "If I may ask dear, where did you learn to play a guitar? I can't imagine it was through something digital if you're playing such old songs."

If SPAS had a heart, it'd be pounding every single time S/O played a song specifically for her on their guitar.

She lets out a little squeal before covering her mouth and laughing, listening affectionately to S/O.

This sort of thing was in the old vids she had watched, and she never expected for it to be done for her.

It also helped the romantic mood that it usually happened during a red candlelit dinner.

S/O's music was powerful enough to just make her wait a few seconds longer than usual before digging in.

But even as she's eating, she listens without missing a beat.

(S/O) "Well, what do you think?"

(SPAS-12) "Itwablublyafalaysh!"

(S/O) "Chew your food first SPAS."

SPAS-12 swallowed and wiped her mouth, smiling and leaning into the table, accidentally making it almost tilt and almost hitting S/O in the process.

(SPAS-12) "It was lovely as always! It never fails to make me feel so giddy!"

She giggles as she puts both hands under her chin, staring straight into S/O.

(SPAS-12) "You gotta teach me how to play the guitar too someday! I want my turn to give you something romantic for dinner!"

SOPMOD really enjoyed whenever S/O played her a love song on their acoustic guitar.

She had no idea what most of them were from or what year they originated, but its clear S/O put a lot of heart into them.

SOPMOD at least could appreciate that.

But, it was a bit too soft for her liking.

Only one thing to do, show S/O how it was done! If you wanna sing to SOPMOD, you gotta do it her way!"

(SOPMOD) "S/O! I have a song I wanna play for you too!"

(S/O) "R-Really?"

(SOPMOD) "Uh-huh! I've been learning how to play the guitar just like you! Here, sit, sit!"

SOPMOD excitedly rushed S/O into a chair as they laughed, complying with their girlfriend's wishes.

(S/O) "Alright alright! But you need to grab my guitar first, right?"

(SOPMOD) "Nope! Got my very own!"

SOPMOD opened her dorm's closet and brought out an electric guitar, accented with red lightning bolts. Very much like SOPMOD.

S/O first smiled at that, finding the sight cute.

Until SOPMOD brought out speakers that was larger than her, which she slammed onto the ground with little to no efforts, reminding S/O of the strength she possessed.

And then the dangerous smirk they've learned to love and fear.

...

RO635 sat outside the base to get a breath of fresh air. She felt the cold winds blow against her artificial skin as she sat back into a steel chair she had brought along.

(RO635) "I never noticed how quiet it was out here.-"

(M4 SOPMOD II's Voice)

"WOAH, YEAH! KICKSTART MY HEART, GIVE IT A START! WOAH, YEAH! BAAAAAAAAAABYYYYY!"

(RO635) "...Maybe that's why."

[yharnamcrow]

[A transcript of a video call between @the-fluffiest-trainer and Eileen.

E: Here is hoping this works… Cameras… newfangled things.

F: I can see you! Hello there, Eileen! F: Can you also see me?

E: Yes, I can. Wonderful. I freely admit that technology baffles me more often than not. E: Thank you again for offering to do this.

F: Oh, it's not a problem at all, I'm happy to help. What's a special talent good for anyway if you're not using it to help people?

E: That much we can agree on at the very least. Well then… Do you wish for me to summarize my questions again? Oh, come here, Maria. You may be needed very soon, don't loiter in front of the oven again.

F: I think I understand, but of course correct me if I'm missing anything. So your absol looks a lot like someone you knew in Yharnam, your version of Maria, who's not the Maria we both know in Kanto, and you need me to ask her if she actually is that Maria?

E: Just about, yes. That is the gist of it. And… since we are talking already, I suppose… it would not be amiss to ask if she is happy with how I have treated her.

F: Of course. I have a feeling she'll take any chance to let you know her feelings even if I don't directly ask.

E: That does seem about right. She is a wilful creature, for all that she eagerly follows commands in battle. Quite sure of her own mind, this one. E: Shall we, then? Do you need her to face the camera properly? Is she doing so, actually?

F: I can see her sitting back there, but it probably would help if she came closer and actually looked at the screen. It's hard for these devices to pick up the whole room sometimes, I know Twilight and I have had issues being heard occasionally while recording our adventures.

E: Very well. One moment. Maria! (she whistles shrilly.) Come here please, we require you for a spell. Eileen: Apologies for the volume.

F: She said 'just a second', and then-- ah, here she comes. Just had to lick that last dirty spot first and be presentable. F: Hello there, Maria. Can you hear me? Yes, in the holocaster, that's me.

E: Who am I to deny a lady her presentation, hm? Appearance matters. May we ask you some questions then, my dear?

F: That 'mrrp' was a yes.

E: A delightful little noise. Now, how shall I word this… No doubt you have heard me talk about my friend whose name you share, yes? I tend to talk as nights grow long. I… E: Hm. It feels almost frivolous to ask this, really. E: Tell us, please… Have you been human before?

F: It's okay, Maria, I can help her understand. F: She says no, she's an absol, as far as she can remember she's never been anything else F: For the first many years of her life she never even met a human, but then she did know many before you, though not as trainers

E: That... That does lighten my heart. To know I did not miss my friend being right next to me. Not that you are not a friend, Maria, but you are not... her.

F: She… doesn't really understand the concept of eebies, I think, but she's lost contact with other pokemon she was close with before, and she knows that much. F: And she just asked if you and the whole team, herself included, can go back and look for your lost friend. F: Maria… the human with your name isn't just in another region. We don't know where she is, and she might not be anywhere in this world.

E: I wish I knew where she was. It has been a great long time. More than half my life at this point. E: Thank you for trying to see if we can look for her nonetheless, Maria. I have… some hope she, too, fell here. We found so many of us already. But there is a chance she has found true rest.

F: I certainly hope you can find her again too… that's me by the way, but the Maria right here also wants to see her someday. She's asked for a description, in case she or the other pokemon see her while none of the humans are around.

E: Well, I suppose that is… relatively easy to provide. Maria is tall. A good head taller than I am. Back in the day she had skin almost the colour of alabaster, she never took to sunlight well. Her eyes were very pale green, and her hair a silver-white. She tied it with black ribbons, and it went just past her shoulders. You share a face with her, you know? It would be almost uncanny for most others, but I always saw it as a comfort. You saw a version of her, when Maria of Kanto mailed herself over that one time.

F: "She came from Kanto? When did she leave Kalos, then?" F: Maria, what do you mean by that? Have you seen Maria here before? F: She… says she remembers saving the human you talked about. She was in… from the description, I think this was Coumarine City, but she didn't know the name… and sensed that someone was in danger. She tried so hard to get any human to listen to her and they just wouldn't, they tried to get her to leave, and so she had to jump onto one's boat right as it was leaving the shore. The human there didn't like her either, but then he saw someone out in the water, struggling, unable to swim. Neither Maria nor this human knew how another human could have gotten out that far, it's like she just appeared there, but the boat picked her up and took her to shore.

E: She… Of course she would land in the ocean… She used to be able to swim, long before. Never too well, however, and Hunter's leathers are not ideal for swimming. I am heartened to know she… she is alright. (She buries one hand in Maria's fur to scratch her a bit.)

F: Oh, a little higher up, please! Yes, there, just behind the ears. F: She also says she likes scritches around the side of the jaw area, and this one little spot on the lower back just above the tail, you'll know when you've got it right F: Also the human in the ocean was not swimming at all, she almost looked paralyzed, just floating, and she just stared straight ahead even for most of the boat ride back to shore

E: Same scratching spots as the cats back in Yharnam, hm? I will make note of that. E: Just floating… From what I have learned of Maria of Kanto, there is… good reason for that. The ocean, moreso the legends associated with it, hurt her.]

The transcript ended there, because calem's device ended up... running out of battery. We talked a little further after this. Maria has met Maria. A confusing sentence, admittedly. Afterwards, we touched upon my second question, if she enjoyed being with me. And it heartens me to hear that Maria enjoys my training. That she is happy here. And I... Oh, my heart hurts at the fact that I missed my Maria. It has been so long... To know she, too, walks the earth again...

Thank you again, Fluttershy, for allowing this opportunity.

[nightfang22]

Patrick's Princess Chapter Three

A/N:Thank you so so much to everyone who's been enjoying this little series of mine!I will admit it's a bit self indulgent.I wanted to write something for the more uncommon age regressors I've met.I am well aware that not everyone age regresses and not everyone understands it so I understand if this fic is not for you.That is absolutely fine!While there will be sexual content in this series at some point in time it will absolutely NOT be during a regressed period for the reader character as I'm not comfortable with that kind of thing at all.Also in reference to the specific autistic behaviors I've written for this reader,they are based upon my own personal autistic experiences so it's good to keep in mind that while not all autistic people experience these traits,I do and there are plenty of others who do.They are completely valid and if you don't like this sort of thing just scroll away!Thank you for reading this note and I hope you continue to enjoy the series even though it's been on a serious hiatus for a good long while!Enjoy!

Warnings:Patrick is a warning on his own,fire,autistic meltdowns,slight atypical stockholm syndrome

Pairing:Patrick Hockstetter x autistic!little!Reader

Word Count:1.1k

 I could smell the soft scent of mint and Jolt Cola on his breath as it fanned across my cheek. His hand brushed through my (h/l)(h/c) hair as the other pulled me closer to him by my waist. "All mine~", he whispered into my hair as he inhaled my scent. I felt this funny bubbly feeling in the pit of my stomach and I felt shocks go through my spine when he shifted me in his lap. We lay up against a tree as the sun set. We had spent the entire day at that little tree in the woods and I had never felt so safe in my life. Even though my brother was most certainly going to be pissed that I ditched and I was probably going to be grounded for the rest of eternity, at that moment I didn't particularly care. I had come back out of my littlespace a good while ago but I could find myself able to leave his arms. I was curled up, straddling Patrick's lap as he held me there pulling me closer every so often as though we could get any more humanly close. I could feel the rough denim of his jeans on my thighs and the soft cotton of his t-shirt in my fingertips as I clutch it for dear life. Patrick had previously taken off his flannel and wrapped it around me, muttering something about my outfit 'drawing too much attention'. I was too deeply engrossed in this bubbly feeling to understand or analyze so I just let him. I liked the feeling of the heavy flannel fabric on my shoulders and the musky smell of his cologne too much to oppose. I simply curled closer into him, resting my head between his shoulder and his jawline. I mindlessly kissed his neck as I ran a hand through his hair. It was a tad greasy but otherwise very soft and smelled of dandruff shampoo. I mindlessly lay kisses across his neck and jawline from where my head rested on his shoulder. I felt his fingertips dig into my skin a little then as he entangled his hand in my hair and gave it a small tug. Not too rough, just enough to grab my attention and make me look at him. His eyes were an electrifying pale blue. Like someone tried to paint the color but had no true concept of what it was really supposed to look like so it just came out to a very silvery periwinkle. "What do you think you're doin', doll?" His words finally drew my line of sight away from his eyes and to his lips instead. They were curved in this beautifully mischievous grin. Almost like a predatory raptor looking at its next meal. The next tug that came on my hair was much more harsh, forcing my line of sight back to his eyes. This time, however, I seemed to have sobered from this intoxicating feeling and come back to earth. Wherever I was before, I'm not quite sure now. I looked around at my surroundings and glanced at my watch. I jumped up out of Patrick's lap and made a beeline for my bike. It's almost 7! (B/n) is going to kill me! I searched my pockets and my bag over and over again, hoping I hadn't lost my keys. I spin around on my heels when I hear keys jingling behind me only to see Patrick shaking them in his hand with his other in his back pocket. "Thought you were gonna get away that easy, princess? You should know better," he paused coming right up in my ear, "than to run away from Daddy." There was this gravel to his voice on the last word. Almost animal like.

I bit down on my bottom lip,feeling anxiety control my gut now.I was in a new place with absolute no idea where I was or how to get home from here. I know I really should've been panicking much more than I was,screaming for help,something.Anything.But I just couldn't find it in myself to want to leave.In my mind I knew that there would be consequences to all of this later.But that's just when they'd come.Later.And right now,all I wanted was to be right where I was.Somewhere in the middle of an unfamiliar forest with Patrick.I liked the way he made me feel and I loved the way he talked to me.Like I was the best thing he'd ever seen but also like I didn't have a brain at the same time.I wasn't even really sure how that was possible but he pulled it off so well that I couldn't find it in myself to care really.I looked up at him with a shy look on my face,my cheeks tinged a soft pink.I nodded,my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes,Sir.I'm sorry."

The smirk on his face was downright sinful as his eyes roved up and down my frame,drinking me in with his eyes.He placed his finger under my chin and tilted my head up to look up at him.I had never really realized just how much taller he was than me until now.And fuck was he tall.I kept my eyes focused on the spot between his.I couldn't bear making complete eye contact with him right now.Not with as overwhelmed as I was.The smirk on his face slowly turned into a cheshire grin.Malicious and intriguing at the same time.

"You're good at taking orders.I like that."

An odd feeling swelled in my chest.Pride,maybe?Whatever it was,I liked it.A lot.I felt a small smile grace my features as I nodded. "Only for the right people." My voice was a ghost of a whisper.His hand traveled quickly from my chin to my throat,squeezing it.Almost like a warning. "Only for me,got it?" My eyes were wide.They felt like they were going to pop out of my skull but I couldn't find it in myself to disagree with him.There was something about him that just made me want to listen,to obey.I nodded but he squeezed harder. "Yes what?" I took a shallow breath as I looked up at him. "Yes,Sir." MY voice was shaky and strangled with his hand around my neck but I was strangely okay with it. He released my throat and I took a gasping breath in,finding that I missed the pressure of his hands.My skin felt itchy and crawly without it.In that moment I had decided,against my better judgement maybe but I would do anything to keep Patrick's hands on me.

[agirlandherquill]

Written In Smoke - The Letter By The Lake

As you can probably tell, a large part of this letter comes to you from the side of a lake, well, a very tiny one - I'm not good at naming bodies of water but it's close enough, here's a photo for you dear reader,

Anywho, moving on to the rest of this letter!

A Glimpse Through Time - little bits about me and what I’ve been up to this week

So, at the start of this week I thought I'd take a walk to what's known as the pocket park, essentially a little bit of forest with paths to walk around, and in the heart of it is the spot pictured above - it's one of my favourite places to read, incredibly quiet (excluding the sheep, and baby lambs, more of that later) and very beautiful at the height of summer - Given the fact that the majority of this week had very high temperatures I thought what better way to spend my time than sit out here on a lovely little bench and read? And so I did!

I felt like diving back in to a series I had only read during lockdown and it felt like a fever-dream, and it was so worth getting back in to because I adore this series and the author's writing - the picture on the left is my view under a ginormous tree because it was hot, very, very hot, and it was the best place for shade, so for a couple hours I sat in the woods, on a fallen log, and read my way through the worst of a hot day

Another few snaps of my little walk - this here's the lane leading to said pocket park, and pivoting just so slightly to the left is the sky, it was very, very pretty and of course photo-worthy

Do you ever feel as though you're sitting in a fairy-tale? Well, maybe it's the woods, the gorgeous albeit exhausting weather, but this week at least it's certainly felt as though it's true - just take a look at the water in the (not-quite) lake

Doesn't quite seem real does it?

Now, what else have I been up to this week?

Heatwave/Summer arrival demanded a drink of heaven, aka Strawberries and Cream Frappe from Costa, a little trip to Waterstones where I was lucky enough to nab the only copy of Lightlark they had (after searching for weeks), and I bought my first ever film camera! Perfect for little trips and things over the summer, so I'm super excited!

Books - As mentioned previously, I started reading Red Queen, I'm about 90 pages in, Wheel of Time I unfortunately wasn't able to read much of this week, but I'll make up for it next week! I'm also starting The Love Hypothesis which I've been excited about for years, I caved and finally bought it on kindle, so I've got that to look forward to over this weekend

Shows/Movies - I started watching American Horror Story this week, I'm 10 episodes in and I'm in awe, it's so much more than I expected and so, so good; I watched Solo and A New Hope this week as part of my Star Wars bet with a friend, I'm not a Star Wars newbie by any means but seeing them for the first time in years brings a whole new perspective, and they're even better than I remember, so I'm looking forward to watching the others, I finished Dexter Season 4 and I'm hoping to start Season 5 very, very soon - tonight hopefully, if time and sleep is on my side

Music - Being outdoors a lot this week hasn't left me with much time for listening to music, but here's a few of the tracks I've had on this week: Cornerstone by Arctic Monkeys (one of my favourites of theirs), One Day from POTC World's End (insta reels dragged me in, I'm in love, even though I'm a very big Pirates of The Caribbean fan to begin with), Blood // Water by Grandson (years after years of stumbling across this song again, and it's just as good every time)

To end this section I thought I'd include a little snap of the sheep that kept me company in the neighbouring field to the pocket park,

Many lambs, many sheep, the joys of the countryside

And since I'm feeling even more in the mood to write, I thought I'd slip in a couple of facts about myself, since this is the Glimpse Through Time section after all,

I'm a countryside girlie, so to speak - well I've lived in a lovely village in England since I was Two Years Old, and it's surrounded by fields - which means every year I get the joys of seeing the baby lambs, cows, and of course older sheep - it might be a little out of the way from the rest of civilisation, but I like it, it's my permanent escape I suppose

I love to draw, and paint (it's been a couple years but hopefully this summer I can get back to it)

I once wrote fanfic - only one, but christ it was shocking (and by that I mean the fact people liked it, last time I checked and it's about four maybe five years old now, it had 95k views on Wattpad, now that is a freaky number), and for any of you curious readers, it was a TMR/Teen Wolf fandom fanfic, so, take from that what you will - I have long since abandoned Wattpad, I avoid it like the plague, not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just not my thing I suppose, so that's an interesting little fact about me!

As usual this letter's been composed over a few days, and as it's the end of the week the cold's slowly creeping in, the wind whispers a little louder beneath the clouds, but it's still lovely, and just perfect weather for writing, which leads me on to the next part of this letter!

Spills From The Ink-Pot - writing, writing, and more writing

Friday and Saturday prove more often than most to be my most productive writing days of the week, I thought I'd take the time to give you dear readers a little tour of my writing process (if there is such a thing), and to kick off the tour let me show you exactly what I see when I open Scrivener!

p.s also a little sneak peek into my desktop (if that's applicable for a laptop, I'm not too sure)

The first thing you'll probably notice is the blue colour scheme, now this changes every few months when I decide to switch things up - but usually I write in page view, so this is what I see - sometimes my Scrivener themes have actual backgrounds to them, but I prefer to just see the words when I need to really, really get in the zone

Secondly, the split screen - I work from the left, and consult the same page on my right, because I'm in the edits stage so I need to reference my original draft and re-write bits and bobs as and when I decide - that's why the text is predominantly in red, because that's my editing colour (handy scrivener feature, I do love this program) and the original text is in white - I find it easier for my eyes and it's just aesthetically pleasing to me, not that I mind black and white I just love having the freedom to customise my workspace!

Next stop on the tour is another program that I rely on very, very heavily - Trello

I use Trello to plot, come up with writing snippets to save until later and slip them in like pieces of a puzzle when I find the right place for them in the story

Since the board for Ruin's Reprisal is incredibly old and less used now that I'm in edits, it's in a state of chaos but it's still nice to see old ideas, unused snippets and the like as I'm going through my draft again - so, here it is,

On each board, you can make lists, and I've used them for each Part of the novel so to speak, among other random little things, and in each list you add cards - I've written many, many a scene in the cards, often in the form of bullet points as you can tell by the number of "checklists" on each card, and I check them off if they're in the story; it's super helpful to have some sort of order for the chaos that is my thoughts, and when inspiration strikes at any time I just jot down the line on a card for later - It's super helpful And whenever I come up with a WIP, I make a board (until I hit the free limit, then I just create lists in a designated board for random, not fully fleshed-out WIPS, so everything has a place in this chaos)

That's about it for the tour! I'd show you my playlists, but there's many, almost too many, just for a small section of this letter (perhaps I'll make that a future post, who knows?)

Here comes the exciting part - writing itself

I actually have something to show you this week dear reader, even if it's only a few hours of work, but I've compiled a little collection of some of my favourite lines, and here they are!

Edeva touched his arm before he could pull away, he went rigid, eyes watching her with a gaze as sharp as the blade his fingers were a hairsbreadth from touching - for a heartbeat, she thought he would pull it on her, but he remained still.  “What is it?” Her words had deserted her. Her breath burned in her lungs, not only from the ash, she pressed her fingers harder into his arm. His eyes darted from her eyes to her fingers, his lips pressed into a thin line. “What is it?” Fenley repeated, a hint of alarm growing in the storm of his eyes. Words came and washed her away, leaving her speaking breathless,“You’ve come a long way from the heartless man I met in the woods.” “I saved you, then. Was that heartless?” “You tried to make it seem that way.” Edeva drew back, guiltily noticing the marks her nails had left on his arm, she hadn’t realised her touch had been so fierce. Her hands settled in her lap but she continued to hold his stare. “There’s very little point living without a heart Fenley, then you might as well just give up.” The smirk he gave her then meant more than most. More than words.  “Now that, Edeva, is something I’ll never do.”

“On those nights,” Edeva asked, tentative, but encouraged by the freeness of their conversation so far, “What troubles you most?" Fenley flexed his fingers, studying the invisible markings where scars should have been, where he knew damage had been done, only to see a smooth plain of unmarred flesh. He could see the scars, in his mind, if he concentrated enough, just as he could see the moments that had caused him injury, the moments he had committed unspeakable things - his scars were etched in history if not flesh, and in a way, that immortality hurt him worse than any injury. “I am worse than any other monster, because I am real.”

“Then why are we stopping, here, of all places?” “Because,” Fenley nudged her good leg with his knee, “You’ve been limping for the past mile and I’m sick of seeing it. We’re taking some time to rest, the night stretches on and there’s plenty of it yet for what we need.” “I don’t want to rest.” She was firm, but even her voice faltered. Edeva leaned more heavily against the mass of trees than she intended to and Fenley raised his brows at her.  “Either you admit it or I’m carrying you to a reasonable perch away from whatever may be skulking around here.” “Where might that be?” “Right.” Fenley’s quiet sigh lowered her guard, making it more of a shock when he threw her over his shoulder and began to scale the mass of tree. She stayed quiet until he set her down on a branch that was strong enough to bear their weight, and smacked him on the head - albeit accidentally, his face was her target, but she was disoriented from being uprighted. Fenley grunted, rubbing his head. “I gave you your options, no need to give me a concussion.” “You took advantage of my weakened state!” She hissed, minding his words and restraining her voice, if not her temper.  “So you admit it, you’re not fit for this.” “I-No!”

And that's it for this week! The second letter of Written In Smoke is all typed up and heading your way - this week's been a good one, and I hope you've all had a lovely week too! I'll see you next week dear reader for another letter!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Dress Up: Part 3 Preview

Hope you enjoy this preview for Part 3 babes and please don't kill me!

No active warnings but you may be able to infer some things by the end hehe~

As promised, Lucifer behaved himself for the rest of the reception. He was always very good about keeping his promises with you. Although, you had piqued his curiosity when you had mentioned the little "proposition" you had for him later in the evening. He was insatiable. And you loved it!

"C'mon, love, at least give me a hint!" Lucifer begged while you were in between conversations with the hotel patrons. "Do you think it's fair to keep secrets from your husband?" He latched onto your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I'll just keep kissing you until you tell me!" Sure enough, he began to pepper small pecks across your face, finally forcing you to push him away gently.

"All good things to those who wait, Lucifer," you teased, taking his one hand and leading him towards the bar. "We just have to say goodbye to a few more people, okay? And you're one to talk! You still haven't told me where we're going for our honeymoon!"

He chuckled, bringing your hand up to his lips. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart; deception is in my job description, or so I've been told." You rolled your eyes playfully and made your towards your new daughter-in-law.

"Charlie!," you greeted, bringing her into a warm embrace. "Thank you for this. You did an incredible job. This was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Oh, there's no need to thank me!," Charlie beamed. "Everyone here worked super hard to make sure everything turned out perfect!"

"You're too modest, Charlie dear," Lucifer complimented. "Anything you touch turns out absolutely perfect. And I shouldn't expect anything less from my little girl!"

"Thanks, dad. I-I love you two so much!" Charlie's eyes started to well up with tears as she brought you both in for a hug. "Oh, dad! Did you tell her about the surprise?!"

Lucifer shook his head. "I haven't, but we're just about to head out right about...now!" With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared behind the trio. You went to turn your head but Lucifer used his hand to turn your face back towards him. "No peaking!" Without warning, you felt your legs give out beneath you as Lucifer scooped you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest and smiling down at you. “Thank you all for a wonderful day,” he called out to everyone. “It’s certainly one we’ll never forget. We’ll be back in a few days time. PLEASE don’t burn the hotel down while we’re gone!” He turned around to face the portal and leaned down towards you. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered against your ear. You did as he said and let your eyelids fall.

You felt the subtle jostling of Lucifer’s movement as he carried you through the portal. He only took a few more steps before he stopped completely. Wherever you were, you felt a slight breeze hit your skin. You guessed you must be outside somewhere. But Lucifer’s footsteps sounded like they were hitting tile flooring. Before you could try to rationalize further, you felt your husband’s lips graze your earlobe.

“You can open your eyes now,” he cooed.

Your eyes shot open, Lucifer’s grinning face was the first thing you saw as he finally set you back down on your feet. You were right about being outside. Kind of. You were on a balcony. The footsteps you heard earlier made sense now. But you saw something else that had completely caught your attention. The sky above you wasn't red. It was a deep blue. You turned to Lucifer in confusion. "Where are we?"

"Surprise!" he nearly shouted, gripping your hips and twirling you around before placing you back down. "Welcome to the Lust ring, my darling!"

You blinked at him a few times before looking back over the railing, smiling eagerly. "So this is what you've been hiding from me?"

"It is," Lucifer spoke as he pulled you flush to his chest. "Do you remember how I said that you're no longer bound to the rules that govern sinners? This is part of that deal! You're free to travel anywhere as my Queen, and that includes the other six rings of Hell! Not that I would recommend most of them. But Asmodeus-"

"Wait, Asmodeus?" you questioned, "The Sin of Lust?"

"Yes! Although I usually just refer to him Ozzie. He's one of the only Sins I get along with. But anyway, he's the one who put us up in this lovely room for the next few days. I told him I was getting married and well, he practically insisted on letting us use his Honeymoon Suite at the hotel he owns here. Told me I needed to 'put the room to good use'." Lucifer flashed a smug grin before leaning in to capture your lips. He picked you up once more and carried you over to the too-large heart-shaped bed, setting you down on the soft dark purple bedsheets. "So, my angel has a 'proposition' for me?"

Suddenly your cheeks felt burning hot. To be honest, you haven't given your own proposition much thought before this. But that week without any intimacy nearly drove you up the wall and your mind created scenarios that you never even considered before. You regret mentioning it in the first place, but it was too late to turn back now. "W-Well, yes, I do...I mean, I did. I umm...it's..."

Lucifer laughed and sat himself down next to you, his hip connecting with yours. "Now what could possibly have you so tongue tied?," Lucifer teased as you looked away from him. "You don't have to be embarrassed, love! Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it! I don't think there's anything you can suggest that would scare me away." He brought his hand under your chin and turned your head towards his wanting expression. "Please tell me!"

You sighed shakily. "And you won't freak out?"

"Now when have I ever freaked out?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ok, fair point. I promise you that I won't freak out."

You inhaled a few short breaths before speaking. "Youcanduplicateyourselfright?" you blurted out rapidly, making Lucifer pause.

"Duplicate myself?," he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uhh, yeah I can. But what does that have to do with...o-oh...OH! UMM...S-SHIT!"

"Hey, you said you wouldn't freak out!"

Lucifer shook his head rapidly. "Freaking out?? Who's freaking out?! Not me! Certainly not me! I'm cool, I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just uhh...I..." He laughed nervously, failing to reign in his sudden panicked reaction. But for some reason, he couldn't seem to stop smiling.

You reached down to cup his hands in yours. "Luci, listen, if that's not something you're wanting to try, that's totally alright! I'd never ask you to do something you that would make you uncomfortable! That's why we talk about everything beforehand! Please don't worry about it." You smiled and cupped his face in your hands to press a light kiss on his lips.

"I never said "no" now did I, darling?," you heard a familiar soothing voice echo behind you.

[aubins]

Lambert had taken his time to read more into his students’ records and profiles. Of course, the documents were vague and didn’t offer that much information about them- which was expected considering their condition as abyssinians, where anything about one’s self as past are kept well under a veil, an unwritten rule to not pry. But at the very least, he wanted to know their birth dates.

Regardless of what they did or didn’t do, of who their true self is, of how their past developed- Lambert wished to at least celebrate the very fact that they chose to defy fate, persevere and now live.

“It is good to see you, Yuri.” The professor approached slowly, an easy smile on his features. “Not much going on today, I assume?” Which was a blessing. As much as the Wolves tried to function like an academy house, in the end they doubled as the Abyss’ main line of defense. Days where everything was peaceful and attempts to infiltrate the underground’s many tunnels were few to none were incredibly rare. “One must keep their eyes open at all times, but taking a moment to rest both mind and body is also a necessity.”

A wooden box was produced from under his cloak, the cover a deep brown and unassuming as he handed it to the house leader. “For you. To make an already good day even better, or so I hope.”

It was a board game- chess. Lambert had found it in one of his days walking around Garreg Mach’s marketplace, eventually coming across a small store of antiques. It was a chess game like any other, but such resources in the Abyss were difficult to come across and depended solely on the merchant's willingness to bring business underground.

“I thank you for everything you do for Abyss and its inhabitants. And for what you have done for me, as well. You are the best student a teacher could ask for.” He smiled fondly. "We may play a match later if you would like. Enjoy your day, Yuri.” Happy birthday.

It is a quiet day in Abyss, as far as days in Abyss go. Unusual, certainly, but never unwelcome. Yuri counts the minutes of their shift in silence, time ticking even when there is no clock to hear. Even still, despite the quiet, the approaching footsteps do not earn the mockingbird's startle.

No, they come from the wrong side for an intruder.

Lilacs turn toward the professor, lips twisting into a grin in greeting. Where Lambert's is slow and easy, Yuri's is sharp, its pointed edges more familiar upon their features than a warm smile might have been. “Hello, Professor Lambert,” they hum, perfectly at ease. “No, it seems our usual friends haven't been up to it today, but there's never any rest for the wicked. I don't suppose you're here to relieve me of my shift?”

They've memorized the schedules; they already know he is not. Either Constance or Hapi will come around in the next ten minutes or so, and Yuri will be free to wander off to their own business. But until then, they doubt Lambert is only here for some idle chatter. He must have some business.

And he reveals such from beneath his cloak, the box accepted with a curious quirk of their brow as steady hands work to pry it open and see what secrets lay within.

Then, Yuri laughs. Not unkindly— perhaps it is merely innocent surprise.

Ah, chess. They suppose they must have an old set somewhere, stored away in some dusty corner to be forgotten. This one is new and pristine, and they pick a piece— the white king— to twist between their fingers as they glance back at Lambert. He makes no mention of their birthday, but they doubt there's any other reason for it. How thoughtful of their dear professor.

Their smile warms, just a little. Really, if you've been on their good side for long enough, it's not such a strange expression on their face. “Now, now, professor. You flatter me, but don't let anyone else hear you say that. You might be accused of favoritism.” They let the piece drop back amongst the rest of its peers, the box snapping shut. “But thanks. I'll hold you to that game later.”

[onevolon]

my love for you is infinite - part3

Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)

note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol

word count: 2095

warnings: little angsty heheheee also the gender change i did makes some dialogs... interestingdfghhh especially in this part ENJOY

you can also read it on ao3.

part2 - part4 - masterlist

Santiago and Francisco are both in the same bed under the covers. They are too excited to sleep.

Francisco sighs “Mr Bingley is just what a young man ought to be: Sensible, good humored-“

“-Handsome, conveniently rich” Santiago continuous.

“You know perfectly weIl I do not believe marriage should be driven by thoughts of money.”

“I agree entirely, only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old man.”

“Do you really believe he liked me, Santi?”

“Frankie, he danced with you most of the night and stared at you for the rest of it. But I give you leave to like him. You've liked many a stupider person.”

“Santiago!”

“You're a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes.”

“Not his friend. I still cannot believe what she said about you.”

“Miss Darcy? I could more easily forgive her vanity had she not wounded mine. But no matter. I doubt we shall ever speak again.”

Mrs. Bennet presides over breakfast with an endless description of the ball. Tom is doing some needle work, whilst Ben, William and Francisco blearily eat.

“ ...and then he danced the third with Miss Lucas. Poor thing, it is a shame she is not more handsome. There's a spinster in the making and no mistake. The fourth with a Miss King of little standing. And the fifth again with Francisco.”

“If he'd had any compassion for me he would have sprained his ankle in the first set.”

“Oh, Mr. Bennet! The way you carry on, anybody would think our children looked forward to a grand inheritance.”

Santiago rolls his eyes at Mr. Bennet, they've heard this speech many times before.

“William, be so kind as to pass the butter.”

“As you well know, Mr. Bennet, when you die, which may in fact be very soon-”

“- As soon as I can manage it.”

“- our children will be left without a roof over their head nor a penny to their name. “

“Oh Mother, please! It's ten in the morning.” Santiago groans.

The maid enters the room and interrupts Mrs Bennet's babbling.

“A letter addressed to Miss Bennet, Ma'am. From Netherfield Hall.

“Praise the Lord! We are saved.”

She gives the letter to Francisco.

“Make haste, Francisco, make haste!”

“It is from Caroline.”

Mrs. Bennet is stopped in her tracks.

“She has invited me to dine with her. Her brother will be dining out.”

“Dining out?”

“Can I take the carriage?”

“Out where? Let me see that.”

She tweaks the letter from Francisco's grasp.

“It is too far to walk.”

“Unaccountable of him. Dining out, indeed.”

“Mama! The carriage? For Francisco? “

“Certainly not. She'll go on horseback.”

“Horseback?!”

A louder rumble of thunder is heard. The maid hastily pulls clothes from a line, it's raining down heavily now. Santiago runs through the garden and pulls a towel from the washing line as he passes.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet look out at the pouring rain. Santiago rushes in with the towel and begins drying his hair with it.

“Excellent. Now he will have to stay the night. Exactly as I predicted.”

“Good grief, woman. Your matchmaking skills are becoming positively occult.”

“Though I don't think, Mama, you can reasonably take credit for making it rain. Let's hope he doesn't catch her death.”

A few days pass, Santiago is reading a letter.

“"And my kind friends will not hear of me returning home until I am better - but do not be alarmed excepting a sore throat, a fever, and a headache there is nothing wrong with me." I hope you're satisfied, Mother.”

“Well, my dear, if your son does die it will be a comfort to know it was all in pursuit of Mr Bingley.”

“People do not die of colds.”

“Though he might well perish with the shame of having such a mother.”

Mr. Bennet laughs, but Santiago is genuinely angry.

“I am going to Netherfield at once.”

He stomps out.

Santiago strides cross vast muddy fields, slipping as he goes. Netherfield is in view on the horizon. He stops to take it in, then carries on down an even more muddy track.

In the large grand dining room Caroline and Darcy are eating breakfast. It's very formal, in fact frigid, compared to the volatile Bennet household. Darcy is reading the newspaper, Caroline is reading a letter.

“Apparently, -Lady Bathurst is redecorating her ballroom in the French style. A little unpatriotic, don't you think?”

Miss Darcy is about to answer when the door opens. A footman appears, his face rigid with disapproval.

“Mr. Santiago Garcia Bennet.”

Santiago comes in, his face flushed, his feet covered in mud. Still he looks ravishing. Darcy stares at him, then quickly rises to her feet. Caroline Bingley, astonished, looks him up and down.

“Good Lord, Mr. Bennet. Have you walked here?”

“I have. I'm so sorry. How is my brother?”

“He’s upstairs.” Darcy answers “Show Mr. Bennet the way, Alfred.”

Santiago leaves.

“Goodness, did you see his coat? Six inches deep in mud!

“And his hair, so blowsy and untidy!”

“I think his concern for his sister does him credit.”

A little pause, Caroline recovers.

“Oh yes, it's shocking to have a bad cold. I dislike excessively being ill myself.”

Santiago races up the stairs to meet Bingley half way. His face lights up when he sees him.

“Mr. Santiago! Oh, I'm so glad to see you.”

“How is he?”

“He has a violent cold, but we shall get the better of it. I will have a bed made up for you. You must be our guest here until Francisco recovers.”

Santiago goes into the bedroom where Francisco lies in bed, feverish and ill. The blinds are drawn.

“Francisco!”

Francisco's face lights up. Santiago kisses his cheek.

“Santi! Oh, your face is so cold. They're being so kind to me, I feel such a terrible imposition.”

“Don’t worry. I don't know who is more pleased at your being here, Mama or Mr. Bingley.”

Bingley enters.

“Thank you, for tending to my brother so diligently, it seems he is in better comfort here than he would be at home.”

“It is a pleasure - I mean - not a pleasure that he's ill, of course not, but a pleasure that he's here - being ill.”

Caroline berates her brother.

“Stay!? He is a perfectly sweet but save being an excellent walker, there is very little to recommend him as a house-guest.

“I thought he showed remarkable spirit coming all this way.”

“The eldest Mr. Bennet, as you know, I hold in excessive regard but as for the rest of them…”

She walks down two steps and then turns back.

“You do realize their uncle is in trade? In Cheapside?”

“If they had uncles enough to fill all Cheapside it would not make them one jot less agreeable, Caroline.”

“It's all going according to plan. He's head-over-heels already, now all he needs is a little encouragement.” Mrs. Bennet exclaims.

“Who's that, my blossom?”

“Oh don't torment me, Mr Bennet. I mean Mr Bingley, as you well know, and he doesn't mind a bit that Frankie hasn't got a penny for he has enough for the two of them.”

William and Ben rush past as the distant sounds of drums and trumpet mingle with the snipping of Giles's shears.

“Wait for me, children!”

Mr. Bennet gazes at their departing figures, sucking his teeth with relief. He turns back to the boar.

Mrs. Bennet and her two sons rush down the street into the village. Dogs bark, children run alongside as a regiment of soldiers march through the street. The two Bennet boys simper at the hands of the young soldiers. Mrs. Bennet, flushed and excited, runs panting behind them. Ben deliberately drops a handkerchief. One of the soldiers stands on it. He is appalled while the other two are giggling at him.

Santiago is reading a book. Darcy is writing a letter. Caroline, obviously bored, wanders the room looking for distraction. She looks over Darcy's shoulder.

You write uncommonly fast, Miss Darcy.

“You are mistaken. I write rather slowly.” Darcy says without looking.

Caroline lingers, annoyingly.

“How many letters you must have occasion to write, Miss Darcy. Letters of business too. How odious I should think them!”

“It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of yours.”

“Please tell your sister that I long to see her.”

“I have already told her once, by your desire.”

Santiago looks across from his book.

“I do dote on her, I was quite in raptures at her beautiful little design for a table.”

“Perhaps you will give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again. At present I have not enough room to do them justice.”

“It’s amazing, how young ladies have the patience to be so accomplished.”

“What do you mean, Charles?”

“They all paint tables, and embroider cushions and play the piano. I never heard of a young lady, but people say she is accomplished.”

“The word is indeed applied too liberally. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen women, in all my acquaintance, that are truly accomplished.” Darcy says.

“Nor I, to be sure!” Caroline agrees.

Santiago interrupts “Goodness! You must comprehend a great deal in the idea, Miss Darcy.”

“I do.”

Coraline continuous “Absolutely. She must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing and the modern languages, to deserve the word. And something in her air and manner of walking.”

“And of course she must improve her mind by extensive reading.”

Santiago closes his book.

“I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.”

“Oh?”

“I never saw such a woman. She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.”

Everyone pauses. Darcy goes back to her letter. Caroline picks up a book. Pauses. Puts it down. She walks over to Santiago.

“Mr. Bennet, let us take a turn about the room.”

Santiago, surprised, gets up. Caroline links his arm and they start walking up and down.

“It’s refreshing, is it not, after sitting so long in one attitude?”

“And it's a small kind of accomplishment, I suppose.”

Darcy meets Santiago's eye, briefly. She doesn't know how to cope with the idea that he's laughing at her. Caroline turns to Darcy.

"Miss Darcy, will you join us?"

Darcy shakes her head “You can only have two motives, Caroline, and I would interfere with either.”

“What can she mean?” Caroline says, giving a knowing look to Santiago.

“Our surest way of disappointing her will be to ask nothing about it.” says Santiago.

“Please tell us, Miss Darcy!”

“Either you are in each other's confidence and have secret affairs to discuss, or you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage by walking. If the first, I should get in your way. If the second, I can admire you much better from here.”

“Oh, shocking! How shall we punish her for such a speech?”

“We could always laugh at her.”

“Oh no, Miss Darcy is not to be teased!

“Are you too proud, Miss Darcy? And would you consider pride a fault or a virtue?”

“That I couldn't say.”

“Because we're doing our best to find a fault in you.”

“Maybe, it's that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offences against myself. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.”

“Oh dear, I cannot tease you about that. What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.”

“A family trait I think.” Caroline adds.

Santiago smiles, sweetly. Caroline glances at Darcy, expecting to have triumphed, but she's just looking put-out.

It’s almost morning when Santiago is awake in a small cot bed next to Francisco. He gets up and goes on the edge of the formal garden looking out onto to the rustic parkland. Suddenly Miss Darcy emerges over the crest of a hilI and gallops towards the house. She pulls the horse to a halt as she sees Santiago. With her wet hair flattened against her head and her face soaked in sweat she looks for a second like a mysterious and beautiful. They lock eyes for a brief moment before Santiago turns in a shiver and walks away.

Santiago enters the room and goes to bed. Francisco is waking up.

“Francisco, do you think you might feel weIl enough to leave today?”

[thalwhore]

Joining in the trend bc I've been thinking abt this scene since yesterday. Gave my gal some Scottish ways of talkin and hopefully kept Tally pretty in-character. As always the lad belongs to @dynamite124 !

No Preassure

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Eira sighs as she takes a seat on one of the chairs overlooking the Inn, undoing the clasps of her chestplate while Saadia serves their drinks. "Thank ye love, yer a dear. Have a good night yeah?" Saadia smiles, taking the extra coin Eira had offered, "I'll certainly try, see you in the morning." She responds, bowing her head to the rather tall Altmer coming to join the party before heading out the room and down the stairs.

The Redhead takes a swig of her ale, "Shor's bones, I needed that drink after the day we've had, huh Tally?"

Taliesin furrows his brows, turning to face her, "And when were you planning on telling me that you're dragonborn?"

Eira groans and brings a hand to her face, "I was hoping it wasn'y true. I really, really was."

"You mean to tell me that you've known this entire time?!" Taliesin asks in shock. "How could you have known in the first place? There hasn't been a dragonborn for eras now!" He exclaims, stopping to recompose himself before taking a drink of the ale, making a face at the taste. "If this is your idea of a joke, it's not a very funny one." He adds.

"I'm no pullin' yer leg, believe me, I wish I were." Eira says, elbows resting on her knees as she holds her head in her hands. "Its a long story, I'm no' gonna blame ya if ye leave without hearin' me out." She adds, staring out at the Bannered Mare patrons below them.

Taliesin sighs, confusion painting his face, before he shucks off his overcoat, hanging it on the back of the chair and placing the gloves on the table between them. "You've given me no reason not to believe your words so far- so I'll stay. Besides, it'd be a waste to not take advantage of the room you've so generously bought for us." He says with a smile, posture mostly relaxed but his hands restless.

"Thank you. I really do mean that Taliesin." Eira says, flashing a smile before leaning back in her seat. "When I was a wee lass, a psycic came to me family's farm, or more like- was attacked by wolves just outside it." She starts, letting out a small laugh at the memory. "Me father had chased them off with a torch and his piddly wee steak knife, then offered the man to stay with us for the night before headin off the next morn'."

She seemed to relax more as she told her story, almost deflating in the chair as she seemed more comfortable. "He'd offered to tell our fortunes, me da' wouldn'y hear a word of it but, I begged and begged and he let up." Eira's face screws up as she recalls the details. "He did a ritual with some chicken bones we'd had leftover from supper that evenin' had me do a whole thing with shakin' them about in a bowl. Told me there was greatness in me' future." She says.

Taliesin laughs, not unkindly, smiling as he speaks "And I suppose that's why you're so confident now then?" He asks, raising a brow in her direction.

"Oi you cheeky shite, yer' hardly one to talk. What with yer whole 'superiorly bred mer' crap." She reponds jovially. Taliesin rolls his eyes and nods "Alright, alright. Continue, then."

"Thank you." Eira says. "Anyway, the man seemed a lot more worried when he read more o' the weird chicken scrying. Said he'd saw death and destruction. Fire and war. Said he saw great wings of black and toppled towers." She recounts, mood darkening. "He'd said I'd be the one to bring it about and also the one to end it."

Taliesin leans forward in his seat, brows furrowing as he listens intently to the story.

"Needless to say, me da' kicked him out and said it was a load of shite." Eira says with a laugh, before turning more serious. "That's why, when we killed that dragon, and I absorbed its soul. I lost me shit. That crazy old fuck had been right, and now I've gotta go from a farmhand, to the savior of Tamriel as a whole!" She yells. "It's- it's not what I wanted. Not in a million years." She adds, shaking her head before downing half the ale. "I just wanted some fun. A couple o' decades adventurin', then I'd settle down back with me folks, maybe find a nice lass to warm the bed. But now there's- all of this."

Taliesin sighs, reaching a hand over the table to take hers into his own. "I know, it's a lot to be pushed onto you. But if there's anyone who can do it, I believe it'll be you." He says, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"Ye barely even know me Tally. But...thank you." She says with a smile. "And hey, it's no pressure right?"

"No pressure at all."

[remyfire]

The canoe life truly is lonely, but alas it is the life I make for myself. And I think you're absolutely right about how and why there is such a variety of different ships here! The rules are different during a situation like war, and the broad cast of characters plus the variety of recurring characters means there are so many different ways to push people together and have it make sense. Like I once had a friend ask who my main Hawkeye ship was and my response was that I never totally understood the term "fandom bicycle" until him and I think that also has to do with that vibe of anything goes. There are so many characters he interacts with and has a connection with that like... why *not* test those limits a little bit, you know?

I'm glad you enjoy the Mulcahy thoughts! And yeah I think his faith helped him get through the war mentally intact, but war also opened his eyes to a lot of things, to the point where I feel like a big realization like that isn't far off once he gets home. From working with so many people from so many different walks of life, he learns to see the world in a broader sense than just his Catholic worldview, and I think that makes him ripe for an epiphany of sorts. And GOD how could I forget about Trapper's names too? Like it certainly seems like he came from a Catholic family even if he no longer believes it himself, and I'd like to know where his undoing came into play. I also think he deserved more screentime with Mulcahy, I think the two of them would have given us some very fun scenes.

YESSSS all the love in CAVE!!! I can't even coherently put into words everything I felt while watching that episode because GOD it was all so much in the best way possible. I honestly never would have even thought of jealousy until you just mentioned it, because BJ so clearly cares so deeply about them both! And just the thought that BJ brought Hawkeye the little cup of comfort because he knew his friend was struggling, and then the way Hawkeye passes it immediately to Margaret before getting it back because he helps others every chance he get and he knew she needed it too! That honestly got me directly through the heart, god, I love them. CAVE was also such a good episode for the furthering of Margaret's friendship with the rest of the camp, in my opinion. For the first several seasons she wanted to always be in control and had kind of a "better than you" mindset that made her very unpopular with everyone else at camp. But watching her evolve past that has been so lovely and deserved! She's wonderful, and I think she could have some great relationships with the rest of the camp if she just allowed herself to. And this episode showed that so well!

I did have the thought recently that this show honestly is so timeless. There are obviously things that date it, but so many of the attitudes and feelings just transcend time. It sucks that we understand the negatives of course, but it's also just fascinating that everything else kind of makes sense as well. I'm not sure if I'm wording this the best, but so much of it feels modern, you know? It's just as good now as it was in the 70s, and I think that's a really powerful thing to be able to do with media. The prevalence of online communities to be able to meet other fans just makes it all the better.

(And no worries! Definitely make sure you're taking care of yourself. I hope things get better for you soon!)

Truly my favorite thing is that Hawk is the perfect fandom bicycle not just because he has protagonist syndrome, which makes it easy for him to be the center of every web, but also that he just. Cannot keep his hands off, his mouth shut, and his desire to be bred silent. Buddy what are you doing. Writers what were you doing. It's fucking delightful. I need that man at the center of as many cuddle piles as possible.

You're gonna activate my Trap brain if you're not careful, oh dear. Just that one-off line, "My folks wanted me to become a priest." There's so much tucked in there for me. Clearly I'm not supposed to read too deeply into any of these one-liners, but it says a lot! He's got all those names. I would say that one of them is probably a confirmation name, but he's also got it attached to his initials to the point that it's on his footlocker, so maybe it's not! Maybe his parents slapped him with the full range of names. Does that mean he has another secret confirmation name? Why would he hold onto a confirmation name to the point that it's on his luggage? So many questions. Trapper I am opening your skull and peering inside. There is no escape.

And Margaret, dear Margaret. A friend of mine watched The Nurses for the first time the other day and it instantly made my mind flash forward to Temporary Duty and her conversation with BJ and Charles near the end of it. "Did you ever offer me a lousy cup of coffee?" to offering the coffee to someone herself to having it handed to her unrequested in CAVE. What a cute little unintentional through line that ended up being.

She's a character that I'm scared of letting myself dig too deeply into because I know she will inevitably take control of me and I will never escape hsfdf like I am so compelled by everything she does to try to get just one shred of respect, one ounce of control over her life over the course of the 1940s and '50s, and the pain she reckons with every day as she realizes that wresting the power out of the hands of others isn't necessarily the best way to find it. That's another epiphany I'd love to see, kind of related to what we've been talking about with Mulcahy and having to come to terms with the fact that his faith is causing irreparable colonizing harm. Would be nice to see Margaret recognize that she's been taught that the only way she can have respect and control over her life is if she kicks other people down under her feet, and...hmm...maybe the Army in fact taught her the bad way...

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Nevermore

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: talk of attempted murder

Next: Therapy

For over 200 years, Nevermore Academy, a private school, have welcomed outcasts of all kind, in the town of Jericho, Vermont. As Principal it is my honor to announce that Nevermore has accepted your application to attend this upcoming school year. Can't wait to for you to join our very unique school, Principal Larissa Weems.

"Mother, why wait till now to send me to Nevermore? You've talked about wanting your children to go where you and Father met since we were born?" I ask my mother. 

"Because dear, no other school will take you after what you did to those two last school year. And I wanted to see if you children could work well in a normal school." My mother explains to me calmly. 

"They had it coming." I look out the window. At the moment it was just mother and I on our way to Nevermore while Father stayed with Wednesday and Pugsley at home.

Stepping out of the car I take in the exterior of the school, "Looks just like I pictured it for a school for outcasts." I look over at my mother. 

"You're going to love it here." She gives me a smile. 

"I know if Wednesday was in my place she would find away to escape. She hates the thought or mention of this school." I say as we head inside to meet the principal. 

"But you are not your sister. You are more accepting to some things. Yes, you both share some characteristics being twins but you each are your own person." She tells me as I look around the inside as we walk.

"Morticia, it's a pleasure to see you again. You must be Valentine? I'm guessing it was the day you were born?" Weems asks me as we sit in her office. 

"I was born on Friday the 13th." I tell her, "My Grandmother named me after the origins of Valentine's Day. The Romans' celebrations were violent... The men would strip naked and sacrifice a goat and a dog, then whipped women with the hides of the animals they had just slain." I explain to her and she just stares at me and my mother uncomfortably. 

"The French origin meaning is strength and health. Originally you pronounce her name Val-en-teen, but many insist on pronouncing it like the holiday so we gave in except my mother." My mother adds.

"You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Ten schools in five years." Weems looks at me. 

"My sister is at seven. But what can I say... students and teachers don't quite understand my ways at times. My mother says this school is different and will be good for me." I give her a smile. 

"I believe you will fit right in with the rest of the students." She gives me a smile back. 

"And her therapy sessions... The court ordered them." My mother gives me a look so I roll my eyes. "The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week. Now, I've assigned you to Ophelia Hall. Let's go meet your roommate, shall we?"

When we get to my dorm I see a girl with long brown hair wearing blackout round sunglasses. "Meet your new roommate is Yoko Tanaka, she's a vampire. Yoko, this is Valentine Addams." Weems introduces us. 

"Hey." She nods her head at me. 

"Hey." I do the same then see her uniform on her bed. "I have to wear that color as well?" I look at it. 

"When we got your application we've special order you a uniform. Yoko, please take Valentine to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way." Weems tells her so she gets up. "I'll walk you back to your car. Valentine, say goodbye to your mother." Weems smiles.

"I know you'll love Nevermore and find it as life-changing as I did." My mother gives me a smile. 

"I hope it'll be a perfect fit for me. I'm tired of jumping from schools to schools." I give her a smile back. 

"I'm sure it will be, darling." She touches my face. "Now, we can't talk to you the first week so next week we'll give you a call to see how you're doing." She places the crystal ball on my desk. 

"I'll be looking forward to it." I smile and we do a tiny hug before I leave with Yoko.

"Are you anything? Vampire, Werewolf, Gorgon, Siren, Psychic?" Yoko asks me. 

"Psychic but also a tad psychotic at times." I turn my head to look at her. 

"You won't try stake me in my sleep will you?" She raises an eyebrow. 

"Only if you get on my bad side. Kinda the reason why I'm here. Two people last year got on my bad side. Neither of them died though from what I did to them." I chuckle as she shows me around the school. She shows me the clichés of each group and tells me a bit about everyone.

"You must be Yoko's new roommate. She told me she was getting one before school started. I'm Enid Sinclair, a werewolf. And you are?" She puts her hand out. 

"Valentine Addams, a psychotic psychic." I shake her hand as she looks at me with wide eyes. 

"A tad, only if you get in her bad side." Yoko adds. 

"Okay..." Enid smiles tagging along with us as we go pick up my uniform and schedule.

"So Valentine, do you have any social media accounts?" Enid asks me. 

"I do. I'm the only one in my family that does." I say as we sit at a table in the quad. 

"Do you ever wear color?"

"If I do it's only red. My closet is majority black, some white, a little red, and there could be a tiny bit purple. Specifically dark red and dark purple." I tell her as she goes on her phone. 

"Whose your new friend?" A boy in a beanie walks up to the table.

"My new roommate, Valentine." Yoko tells him. 

"Like the holiday. I'm Ajax by the way." He takes a seat. 

"Hello, and yes like the holiday but because of the dark origins." I tell him. 

"You almost killed two people at your last school!" Enid gasps looking at me. 

"The articles are misleading and missing information. They say I was a jealous crazy ex. That's not true and I didn't try choking her to death nor did I drop a brick on his head." I huff making them look at me.

"What did you do?" Ajax asks. 

"Not what they said I did. Now, excuse me. I'm going to my dorm to get things ready for my therapy session tomorrow." I get up leaving the table. 

So far Nevermore didn't seem that bad from what I've seen and taken in. As I was walking a picture caught my attention and I see my mother in the fencing group photo. "I swear you were born with that hair." I shake my head at the photo. 

"Valentine Addams." A boy stands next to me looking at the photo with me. 

"Let me guess, Enid already put me on her blog? She forgot the second D in Addams?" I turn to face him and he looked familiar as he smiles.

"She did. Both. I'm Xavier, Xavier Thorpe." He tells me his name and it rings a bell. 

"That's why you look familiar. My sister saved your life from being cremated with your godmother. I remember telling you that was terrible idea but you insisted."

"I'm surprised you still remember." He chuckles. 

"Why wouldn't I remember you and your intelligent idea?" I chuckle as well, "I'll probably never forget that day because of your hiding place. It brings me joy that I was right." I tell him. 

"Xavier!" A girl calls out his name making us turn to look at her. 

"Girlfriend?" I ask him. 

"Yeah, Bianca. See you around, Valentine." He leaves me so I go to my room to get settled in.

"You didn't say orange was in your color palette." Yoko walks into our room. 

"It goes with Halloween and that's my favorite day of the year." I say typing on my laptop. 

I had a typewriter, just like Wednesday, I used at time because it was a birthday gift to the both of us but I prefer my laptop. Wednesday didn't understand why I would be a slave to technology. One of a few things we didn't have in common. Like mother said we have some similarities but we are each our own person. Wednesday wasn't one for emotions, whether that be showing or caring about others feelings. Me on the other hand is the opposite most of the time. There are times where I will act cold, careless, and heartless to others. We both have sadistic tendencies with a dark personality and take turns on whose the darkest. I personally say she is since there's times where for fun she would try to kill Pugsley growing up.

"So you have to go into town tomorrow for a therapy session. Because you want to or have to?" Yoko asks me. 

"Court order but I've been going to many different therapists since I was ten because of other court orders. Normal people don't tend to agree with how I function as a person. I don't mind going to them because I like to see how long they can last before quitting." I explain to her. 

"You're very odd and out there Valentine." 

She says making me smile, "I take that as a compliment. My sister would too but would prefer it in a ruder way. She's worst than me in some departments."