#i love u covered in discontent

[circles-n-spirals-alike]

EVERYBODY GO LISTEN TO COVERED IN DISCONTENT

RIGHT NOW /nf

GIVE THAT ALBUM THE LOVE AND ATTENTION IT FUCKING DESERVES!!!

[pencildragons]

FIRM believer in the idea i had ten seconds ago that, in AUs where his life is just a tad more stable than fanon (war ends, modern au, etc), fox uses mobility aids .. yeah he's really normal about it haha (LIE). i also think a big part of him accepting that he needs them AND not resenting them or himself for using them is giving them the SICKEST PAINT JOB known to man and then covering that in cute tooka stickers

[marauroon]

can u please write a fic about James and the reader being bestfriends and becoming lovers pls?

thats my favorite trope ever ♡♡♡

C O M M O N A L I T Y — JAMES POTTER!

james potter x fem!reader | fluff | 3.2k | masterlist!!

sometimes you and james were a bit too close as friends, and it was making him question the platonicness of your relationship

cw — james feeling guilty for having feelings, mild miscommunication, friends to lovers, happy ending

James had been… off lately.

You weren’t sure that anyone else would even be able to tell, he was still his outrageously confident self, outgoing and charming, playfully annoying, but there was something there that was different, and you weren’t sure if it was in a positive way.

He looked more tired than usual, more drained, the small glint in his eyes barely holding on under whatever nimbus cloud had managed to overtake the inside of his head.

“Hey,” You approach him gently, taking a seat beside him on one of the common room sofas with your legs curled up underneath you. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m great, did you hear that we kicked Slytherin’s ass during our practice match this morning?” Deflection. You could practically feel it radiating off of him. Even his tone was laced with it, the usual excitement that would be present over something like that simply acting as a mask to cover whatever was underneath it.

“James,” You furrow your eyebrows ever so slightly and he can tell that he’s beat.

“I hate how well you know me sometimes…” And just like that any sense of trying to hide the sorrowful state he was in disappears, replaced with a genuine show of discontent as he leans his head over the back of the seat.

You sigh, leaving your hand on his knee to rub small circles against the skin exposed by his shorts. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all week,”

“It’s nothing you can help with love don’t worry about it,”

“I’m going to worry about it,”

“I know,” James gives out a long exhale, dragging the palm of his hand underneath his glasses to rub at his eyes. “I’m really fine, though,”

“James,” You tilt your head with a small pool of worry in your eyes. “Please tell me what’s going on,”

He always hated it when you looked at him like that.

“It’s truly nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about okay?” He pulls himself to sit up straight, mirroring your head tilt with his own. “I’ve gotta figure it out in my own time,”

You didn’t want to pry. If he wanted to tell you then he would. All you could really do was wait.

“Alright…”

That didn’t mean you were happy about it.

“Love…” James sighs softly. “Don’t look like that,”

“I’m just worried about you…”

“I know,” James leaves his hand on top of yours as a show of thanks for your concern over him.

He wants to tell you. And he should really. But how on earth do you bring up that you’ve managed to fall in love with your best friend, to said best friend?

‘Hey, by the way, I know we’re like best mates and all but every time you touch me I feel like I’m going to explode.’

“You should at least get some sleep, you look tired,”

Yeah, it’s kind of hard to sleep when you spend the whole night beating yourself up for being an absolute idiot.

“Yeah…”

You turn your hand until it’s palm up in his, curling your fingers around the back of his hand until they’re securely nestled together. “Maybe we should take a nap,”

He should say no. He’s not right to have you cuddled into his side with your head on his chest and your arms around his torso. It’s not fair on you for him to take advantage like that when you just see it as what’s essentially a sleepover between friends. Not when he’s thinking about you like he is.

“Yeah, I think I could use a nap right now…”

But when you look at him like that who is he to refuse you really?

—

James woke up with a groan, still groggy and covered in a thin film of sweat from the cocoon of heat that had developed underneath the quilt. He was supposed to sleep for an hour, maybe two if either of you were truly tired. But the sun had gone down and he could hear Peter’s snoring from across the room and Remus’ curtains were pulled and the sun definitely wasn’t coming up any time soon.

God knows he needed what he got though, he was starting to think he’d exhaust himself to the point of death.

As he shifted on the mattress, he was brought back to the both fortunate and unfortunate reality of the fact you we’re sleeping next to him, arm draped over his stomach with his arm underneath your head whist you slumbered away peacefully.

It took less than a few seconds for the tranquility of it to be ruined under the small voice in the back of his head that just had to ruin absolutely everything.

You were so pretty when you slept. Peaceful, unaware, like nothing could phase you under the blanket of rest you’d covered yourself with.

And it was making him feel so guilty. You were his friend, his best friend, and he was taking advantage of what you viewed to be a platonic relationship between two people because he just could not get his head right and stop thinking about you in a romantic fashion.

Was it really just platonic? He wasn’t sure anymore…

He stayed stationary for a few short moments, eyes gazing deftly over your sleep filled features and the feeling of your chest slowly rising and falling against his side until he was sure he couldn’t handle it anymore, and carefully slid his arm from underneath you so that he could move.

And then you shift, and he freezes.

Godric knows he didn’t need you waking up right now.

You don’t stir, thank god, but you do turn your body towards his in an unconscious effort to seek out the lost contact between the two of you.

James swears he almost melts at the sight.

“Just mates…” he whispers to himself, trying in vain to convince himself once more that the close relationship between the two of you was nothing more than pure platonic friendship.

There’s a sharp pang of guilt that pierces his heart as he carefully pries himself from you and watches as you try and chase after the contact in your sleep, but he knows that it’s for the best.

James takes one last quick glance at your sleeping figure before starting to quietly head towards the door, hoping and praying that you don’t wake up as he sneaks out of the dorm room.

You don’t for a good few minutes, but as the patch of heat that he’d left behind on the mattress turns cold, you find yourself blinking awake in the search of his absent warmth.

You don’t think much of his disappearance at first, he’d often get up to go to the bathroom or sneak off to the kitchens if he was hungry, but after ten—then fifteen—minutes of waiting, it’s more than clear that James didn’t have any intention of returning, so you quietly pad out of the boys’ dorm room to go in search of him.

It wasn’t very hard.

“James..?” You rub the corner of your eye with your knuckle as you descend the stairs to the main floor of the common room, where James was sat stationary on one of the sofas with his back to you. “Are you alright?”

The worry from earlier in the day immediately invades your mind again, and your eyebrows furrow in concern as you approach him, sleep slipping away with every step you take.

“Yeah,” He muttered in response to your question, not making any move to face you. “I’m fine.”

You don’t believe him.

“Why did you disappear..?” You take a seat next to him almost hesitantly.

The dip in the sofa from your added weight is enough incentive for James to finally move, and shifts to accommodate you beside him.

“I just.. needed to clear my head a bit, that’s all.” he shrugged, eyes almost absent as the continue to stare blankly towards the fireplace. “I didn’t want to wake you up either, so I just came to come down here for a bit.”

You let out a soft exhale at his intonation, reaching out to smooth a curl of hair from his eye with your fingers. “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

There’s a small, almost incomprehensible smile that etches it’s way on to James’ face at the gentle touch of your fingers, almost like a reflex, and just like a reflex the second he notices he’s doing it, it disappears.

“I’m fine I promise,” James gives a small sigh, nodding his head softly. “Just a lot going on in my head at the moment,” He continues to keep his gaze focused away from you, and it does not help in making you believe him. “What about you? You still look tired,”

“Yeah…” You tilt your head sideways until your temple is resting against James’ shoulder. “I’m okay…”

James is almost envious of how easily you lay your head on his shoulder, like it’s really no big deal.

As close friends, it shouldn’t be.

But it made his heart skip a beat and his throat dry up all the same.

He rested his arm over your shoulder cautiously, like his skin would burn at the contact, pads of his fingertips carefully sliding into the hair at your temple as he leaned his head back against the sofa with closed eyes in a failed attempt at looking relaxed.

“Come back to sleep?”

James bit his tongue.

In a way, his body wanted him to, as the comfort of you and the warmth of the bed were things that he craved at the moment.

His mind, however, was telling him differently. He couldn’t risk it. Not after the thoughts that he had been having.

“I can’t,” he responded softly.

“…Why not?” You blink up at him slowly, lifting your hand to trace arbitrary lines over his forearm to try and soothe whatever was rampaging his mind.

His mind was all over the place right now, but he couldn't allow himself to fall back into bed with you. Not when he was like this.

“I just can't,” he murmured for the second time, looking away from you once more.

“I can leave you to sleep by yourself,” You hand moves down towards his, giving it a small squeeze as you massage circles into his palm. “If that’s why you can’t sleep,”

You didn’t want to assume that you were the reason for his discomfort, but you also didn’t want him to stick it out if that was the case for your sake.

James sighed, his thoughts telling him to just give in and agree, as his body still wanted and craved your close presence.

His mind, however, had decided otherwise.

“It's not that-” He began to say, before stopping himself to redirect his response. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course James,” You bring your head up from his shoulder to give him a nod. “ Anything,”

James hung his head with a sigh, breathing in deeply before committing to his question.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the two of us were… more than just friends?”

“I’m—” You blink non-commitaly. “—not sure what you mean,”

James looked over at you, your furrowed brow causing confusion in him for a second.

Did you really not know what he’d meant?

Or were you just feigning ignorance?

“You know very well what I mean,” he said softly, his mind beginning to wonder if maybe you weren’t as clueless as you were portraying right now. “You’ve had those thoughts before, haven’t you? About us being more than just… mates?”

“I—” What to say truly evades you as you stammer for a response, and you can’t even formulate a coherent sentence as you blink blankly at him.

James felt his breath falter a little bit at your hesitation, making him second guess what he’d just said and regret it almost immediately.

Was his mind just making him think of things that weren’t real? You really didn’t have any sort of thoughts like that whatsoever?

None?

None at all?

James decided to take a gamble with his next statement, praying to whatever god was listening that it would pay off.

“It’s been something I’ve thought about a lot lately…” He muttered his confession, trying to gauge if you were thinking the same things as him, or if he really was just going mad.

“…really?” Your voice is barely a whisper as you respond, throat drying up to the point where you feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his voice a little bit more confident than it had been initially. “And, maybe it started off as just a little ‘what if’, but.. I can’t seem to get the thoughts out of my head anymore…” he trailed off slightly, hoping you would catch on to what he was hinting at.

“James…”

You’re not entirely sure how you should respond to that.

And not even because it was something you didn’t want to hear.

You’d just managed to dig yourself into such a deep pit of denial that you’d never even considered James having feelings for you that were anything more than platonic.

“…I’m not crazy for thinking about us like that…” He whispered, his voice catching just slightly as he waited for your response. “…am I?”

Your eyes flicker over James’ features as you dig through the folds of your brain to form a coherent response. But nothing comes.

And the longer you stay silent the more the hope in James’ eyes disappears and the more to have the indescribable urge to kiss all of his worries away.

So you do.

Incredibly impulsively.

The skin of his cheeks is soft underneath your palms as you pull your faces together, the curls covering his forehead brushing against you and the soft pressure of his lips against yours almost indescribable.

James’ eyes widen before they close, and you can almost physically feel all of the anxiety drain from him as he anchors his hands at your sides to return your efforts.

And for a moment it felt like everything was right with the world. Just how it should be.

“I think I might be in love with you…” You mutter the words against James’ lips only once you part for air, hands trembling ever so slightly against his cheeks as you rest your forehead against his in a mix of adrenaline and nervousness.

James swears his heart physically flips in his chest.

He takes a moment to respond, his head spinning from the kiss between you two.

“Good… because I’ve been in love with you for so goddamn long already…” he mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

The breathlessness of his voice urges a soft laugh from the back of your throat, and James can’t help but smile at the sound, like it’s his favourite thing to hear in the world.

James leans in close to you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world, gently pressing his lips to your forehead and just relishing in the fact that you’d both finally just admitted your true feelings. “So, does this mean we're not just mates anymore?” he teased, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t think we’ve been ‘just mates’ for a while James—” You lean your head into the crook of James’ neck with your arms over his shoulders in a hug, hiding yourself in the wake of your mild embarrassment.

James smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you against him. “I’m so in love with you…” he whispered, the warmth that had been absent from his heart finally returning.

His heart felt lighter than it ever did before, and the warmth filled him from head to toe.

He leaned in close to you, holding you tightly yet gently in his arms. “I adore you, you know… I’m yours.” he admitted softly in your ear, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back.

“I’ve always been yours James…”

James couldn’t help but laugh softly at your reply, his heart swelling with love for you. “You’ve always been mine?” He teased, gently rubbing his nose against your cheek with a smile. “Even when we were ‘just mates’?”

You let out a short laugh at the way he nuzzles his face against yours, scrunching up slightly. “Maybe I was just being optimistic,”

“Optimistic that one day, I’d fall head over heels crazy in love with you?” he replied with a smirk on his face.

“It worked didn’t it?” You give another laugh as you move to cup James’ face in your hand, and he leans into your touch like it’s second nature.

“I suppose it did, didn’t it?” He took hold of one of your wrists, slowly guiding your hand over to his lips where he planted a soft kiss on your palm. "You’re so beautiful..."

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before from him, but with the added knowledge of his romantic intentions it feels so much more intimate, and it leaves you horribly flustered to the point where you’re sure he can tell.

And the look on his face tells you he definitely can.

He had always found you beautiful—from the way you styled your hair to how pretty you looked first thing on a sunday morning dragging yourself to breakfast.

But now that he knew you were his, and his alone, the thought of letting you know how gorgeous you were made his heart flutter.

He wanted to lavish the girl of his dreams with compliments and affection in every way he could.

“I think we should head back to bed. I’m feeling a little tired again,” James mumbled softly in your ear.

He wanted to take you back to bed and hold you in his arms whilst he slept. To Hold you without any of the guilt or second-guessing. To hold you properly, like he’d always wanted to.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea...”

James slowly released his grasp on you, taking a moment to admire just how gorgeous you were in the pale moonlight of the common room.

He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as he stood up from the sofa. “Come on,” he whispered, gently pulling you up from your seat, “Let’s get some sleep love,”

[nichoswrld]

what u want

pairing bf! nicholas x fem reader

warnings MDNI 18+, making out, dry humping, teasing, a bit of dirty talk, hair pulling, nichos literally so freaky in this oops, mostly suggestive with little actual plot

playlist west side - ariana grande, candy - doja cat, love on the brain - rihanna

note requested here. i enjoyed making this, thank you for requesting bc it made me wanna write again even though i’ve had no motivation whatsoever. sorry for the long wait .

makeout sessions with your boyfriend are always random. you could be watching a movie, or cooking together, or even doing laundry, and he’ll be turned on by something you do, giving you that one look, and suddenly you’re pinned down to the couch or sitting on the counter or washer with nicholas between your legs making out.

in this case, you’re just innocently listening to music while you read on the couch. a suggestive song comes on and you’re locking eyes with your horny boyfriend. suddenly your book is tossed haphazardly somewhere else on the couch and nicho has yanked you up, his lips pressed to yours.

before you can even process what has just occurred, you’re being lifted up, legs around your boyfriend’s hips with his hands bracing your ass, moving to sit on the couch with you straddling him.

you’re fully into it at this point, tongues battling for dominance. you let him win, not in the mood to take control. plus, you’re enjoying the way his hands caress and massage your thighs - sore from the way you rid him into the sunset last night.

he pulls away to allow you both to catch your breath, when he notices your face contorted in partial pleasure and partial pain. “you sore, baby?” you nod. “hell, i mean the way you were riding my dick, i’d be sore too, angel. why don’t you let me take care of you? just trust me, yeah?”

you behave for him as he shifts one of your legs between his, bracing your thighs on either side of one of his. you know where this is going. you just know you’ll be more sore tomorrow.

but you’re proven wrong as nicho places his hands on your waist and kisses you, but doesn’t guide your hips to move on his thigh. instead, he rocks you up and down on the rough surface of his jeans, only the thin cotton of your lacy thong covering you. he pulls your oversized shirt up to grip your bare waist, hands wandering to your ass to give a sharp squeeze as his tongue explores your mouth.

seemingly discontent with just kissing you, your needy boyfriend trails kisses down your jaw to your neck. you feel the pressure building in your stomach from the combination of his hot mouth marking red and purple marks into your skin and the way he grinds your pussy on his clothed thigh.

he knows you’re close from the way your moans speed up and heighten in pitch. “feel good, baby? i want you to come undone on my thigh. come for me, princess?”

and you do. neck buried in your man’s neck, gripping his shirt, and rocking gently on his leg, your juices drench his thigh.

“good girl, did so well for me.” he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “my baby deserves a reward, hmm?”

he lifts you to carry you to the bedroom.

[chiefcatherder]

Future Fics

now that the end for 'cut it out and restart' is somewhere in sight (anywhere from 4 to 7ish chapters, i know what i want to cover just a matter of pacing and exact order) i am considering my goals for future fanfics, i have so many ideas so i need to learn to put them down better, i hope to get in to the habit of trying to write something at least once a week but we will see...

before i get any further and you wonder why the hell i am posting this; i guess i want feed back? which of the ideas excites you most? i am so waffley on what i want to do next a single person's enthusiasm may be what seals the deal for my next project.

I DO have a long fic idea for another dratchrod fic but i would need to re-read MTMTE to make it as convoluted as i hope to (it would be a total AU compered to the original plot that just borrows some large elements form the original to flesh out the story) so that's on the back burner

but in the mean time here is some ideas that i feel i would be able to finish if i put in the time (a lot of my other stuff is half baked or missing a major story arc to make it happen) i imagine whatever i settle on they would be interspersed with shorter fics if i can find the time to do it (￣▽￣)"

if you are a Hot Rod simp like me you will be in for a good time, if not; my condolences

Idea 1: Hot Rod is the younger of Optimus’ two protégés and generally considered the troublemaker of the two. With the Autobot Decepticon war now at full tilt Hot Rod is assigned a position of Captain aboard a fast patrol ship. Will this be the chance he had been hoping for to prove to Optimus that his mentor hadn’t wasted his time or will it be another failure in a long string of disappointments?

alternative summery of this fic would be: a series of unfortunate events. a lot of it deals with Hot Rod's daddy mentor issues, general self doubt, loneliness and learning about who he is, the ship would be g1 characterization of Ultra magnus/Hot Rod, not a slow burn but slow to happen due to when they finally meet in the story

idea 2: 8604 567ROD, Hot Rod to his friends, knows a Vehicon's lot in life is not an easy one so he never thought he would make it to the end of the war and never made any plans for it but now that it’s here what’s a cannon fodder trooper to do?

tfp AU i WILL make you care about vehicons or so help me! the ship would be a friends with benefits (? mostly idk it's complicated) arcee/hot rod and springer if i can wrangle him, decided to go the g1 fusion route instead of MTMTE as a treat ✨

Idea 3: By the time the rescue bots make it to griffin rock they are a reasonably solid team but how did they become one?

this would be a sort of slice of life for emergency rescue team that's learning to work together type of deal , it will give me a chance to use my fascination with industrial disasters 👍 no real ship but maybe hints of heatwave/chase

shorter fic ideas that might happen in between

idea 1: the direction the decepticons have been taking  have left Hot Rod discontent, maybe the autobot side will be more to his taste.  

(this is Hot Rod is a decepticon but switches sides story with a twist that will be revealed relatively early on, the main ship is g1 characterization of Ultra magnus/Hot Rod)

idea 2: another Hot Rod becomes a (field) medic during the war fic

this one would be episodic, i have at least 3 arcs that i would write as separate stories that are in the same AU no real ship for Hot Rod but some background stuff maybe, Ratchet is there, Drift will make an appearance if i make it that far

idea 3: the decepticons love competence and Soundwave is very competent.

the setting is a bit nebulous but it's basically somewhere near the start of the war Megatron and Starscream noticing Soundwave and his skills 👀 nothing happens romantically but there is tension and that it might lead to more is implied, could become episodic if i feel inspired

idea 4: Some time after the end of LL Drift's bounty hunter past unexpectedly caches up to him in a perhaps misguided attempt to keep his husband safe he embarks on a solo adventure to take care of things but there's one crucial point he forgot: Ratchet had been willing to cross the galaxy for him before they were even married and he sure as hell would do it again! But this time he is not alone.

self explanatory ;) Ratchet/Drift/Rodimus end game

feel free to leave feedback, questions, ask for clarifications and so on...

[wileys-russo]

hiii, could u write smth for leah williamson please? something with sleepy early morning cuddles on her day off and overall being physically clingy <3

skin on skin II l.williamson

you blinked tiredly as a lone gust of wind blew through the half open window, a blindingly bright ray of sunshine striking your face from a crack in the curtains, causing you wince a little at the sudden intrusion.

turning on your side with a small sigh your features softened seeing your girlfriend laid soundly asleep beside you. golden blonde hair sprawled messily across the crisp white linen, rosy pink lips pursed slightly ajar, nose twitching every now and then as she flared her nostrils.

she was imperfectly perfect, and if leah let you then you'd spend the rest of your life reminding her so.

"you watching me sleep creeper?"

your lips tugged into a smile at her endearingly raspy morning voice, her accent even thicker when she was tired. "maybe." you smiled, a singular blue eye staring at you with exhausted amusement before it slammed back closed.

the blonde shuffled herself closer to you across the mattress, tanned arm draping itself lazily over your torso and flushing your bodies together, nose tucking itself into your collarbone.

"good morning baby." you spoke softly, dipping your head to press a tender kiss to her forehead, tangling a hand in her hair and gently massaging her scalp. the taller girl exhaled deeply into your neck, more than content with the affectionate gesture as you let out a quiet laugh at the ticklish sensation.

"no good morning yet love, go back to sleep." leah mumbled tiredly, patting your back and hugging you tighter. "it's almost ten, we did go back to sleep." you reminded her with a chuckle, leah having already displayed her discontent and dragging you back to bed when you'd gotten up to answer a phone call from your mum around eight.

"that didn't count and it's my day off." leah defended, rolling her head back slightly to look up at you with a slight pout. "you're such a baby." you teased softly, lazily pecking her lips a few times as the blonde mumbled back a tired 'am not' in between.

"oh sorry you're such a big strong tough captain...who just can't function without her morning cuddles." you continued to tease her, returning the pout mockingly as leah's spare hand popped out of the duvet and covered your face.

"cuddles that are so much better when you're not talking." "a little more time in bed with you doesn't hurt i guess."

~

"no! stay." the taller girl who you'd previously assumed was again soundly asleep, grabbed the back of your her top, tugging you down into the bed and wrapping her limbs possessively around you.

"leah i'm hungry!" you laughed, attempting to pry her hands off which gripped onto your stomach like a steel vice, your girlfriend only holding on tighter as you gave up with a sigh.

"i'll order us breakfast, stop trying to leave me." again the pout returned and you melted, softly grabbing her face as your thumbs traced down her sharp jawline, her cheeks flushed red from having again just woken up.

"someone's clingy today, is everything alright?" you started teasingly but ended on a more serious note, eyebrows furrowing together slightly as leah nodded. "i just miss you."

"how could you possibly miss me? we were together all day yesterday and i've been here by your side in bed for the last twelve hours." you laughed. "well rudely enough you weren't in my dreams, so when i was asleep i missed you." your cheeks now flushed red at the adorable statement, leahs own lips curling into a smile at the sight.

though the sweet moment was shortly interrupted by a loud gurgle.

"was that your stomach? see! you're hungry too." you laughed, poking accusingly at the older girl who smiled guiltily. "babe if you order food it'll take forever, just let me cook us something." you pleaded, lacing your fingers with leahs as she finally unwrapped her arms from your stomach with a long stretch.

"fine. but only if its pancakes?" leah smiled hopefully and you rolled your eyes playfully but nodded your agreement. "no i haven't brushed my teeth yet!" you pushed her away as she attempted to kiss you properly for the first time today, whining when you did so as she tugged you closer using your interlaced hands.

"i don't care, let me lay one on ya."

~

"leah i need to be able to move to cook!" you laughed, having to haul her own body weight around with your own as she clung onto you. chin resting on your shoulder, cold hands tucked into your hoodie pocket to try and warm up, holding your back tightly against her front.

"you can move, you have legs." leah shot back, her lips pressing a few affectionate kisses beneath your ear. "okay i need to go to the fridge." you shook your head with a smile, her footsteps falling in sync with yours as you both made your way across the kitchen and grabbed out some fruit.

"don't bump me please i have a knife." you warned gently, returning to the counter as leah nodded and you began to chop up some strawberries, occasionally holding one up for the defender to eat who kissed your cheek in a wordless thanks each time you did.

"pancakes need flipping gorgeous." leah murmered, glancing behind her. "back to the stove then." you sighed dramatically as once more your footsteps synced and you walked back, flipping them over as leah kissed the back of your neck.

"can i get some nutella on mine please?" the defender requested as you rifled through the pantry trying to find syrup, her hands moving from in your pockets to slip up inside the front of your hoodie, now pressed flush against your stomach.

"at this rate you may as well get in here with me." you teased as the blonde hugged you tightly, forever drunk on the feeling of her skin touching yours. "leah! i was joking!" you squealed as she flipped you around and ducked down, beginning to wiggle herself up and inside your hoodie.

you threw your head back, stomach aching from laughing so hard as leah grinned, head popping out of the collar as the two of you now stood inside your hoodie together.

"you told me to do it! plus it's my hoodie anyway, sharing is caring baby." leah smiled smugly, leaning in to press her forehead against yours, the two of you bound so tightly together you could feel one another's bodies moving with each breath taken or exhaled.

"you are unbelievably needy today."

"guess i'm just obsessed with you love." your heart swelled at the tender confession, lazy kisses exchanged among sweet words and breathy whispers of endearment. leah's slender fingers traced small shapes on your bare sides as your own gently cupped her chin, both staring at one another adoringly.

~

"you know, you should feel honoured." leah cocked her head to the side, cheeky glint of mischief in her eye as you raised an eyebrow curiously, unsure where she was going with this.

the two of you had just finished up eating your breakfast sat side by side at the island, thighs pressed against one another, leah seemingly determined to always have at least one part of herself attached to you.

"please do enlighten me babe." "well you've just been promoted." "oh have i?" "mmm yes we've noticed you've been putting in a good shift, decided to reward your efforts." "oh really? and what's this promotion then." "well don't get a big head but you're now captain of the leah williamson fan club, its a prestigious honour you know." "is there a way to return your membership?" "no, in fact you're actually a little behind in your fees." "oh really? what a shame i've got no money." "oh don't fret my girl, we take other forms of payment."

[steelycunt]

do you have any recommendations for books set in the UK in the 70s and 80s? I’m sure I could do research but you seem to have good taste. I’m american and want to get a read on that time for fic purposes… thank you (and no pressure if you don’t wanna reply, I feel it’s a silly question tbh but thought I’d try!)

hmm to be honest as much as im interested the period i don’t know if i’ve come across that much fiction set there!! a lot of my 70s/80s fiction seems to set in ireland instead. but on my list to read is the line of beauty by alan hollinghurst which is set in 1983 i believe? although i think it revolves around a pretty old money family so i don’t know how indicative it is of the social condition at the point…shuggie bain by douglas stuart is a scottish novel (and one of my favourite books) partially set in the 80s iirc though it ends up in the nineties..a great non-fiction read is no future by matthew worley which is an academic work charting british punk from 1976 to 1984…obviously punk and music-centric but covers a lot of the political and social situations at the time which punk and post-punk acted as a cultural response to, a sort of intense nihilism and a sense of social decline which fuelled a lot of the punk movement…honestly the music being made in the period is probably really useful for getting a feel of that sort of thing i would say!! and not just because i love it lol

that’s pretty much all i have for fiction but it’s a really fascinating time in british history and there’s so much out there..some particularly interesting bits for me (especially as someone very interested in the recent history of british trade unionism (which wielded huge power in this era compared to now)) are the miners strikes in the early 70s which led to regular powercuts + 3 day weeks and overthrew the conservative heath government, the rock against racism movement and concert in 1978 (covered in a 2019 documentary white riot) in response to the rise of the far-right white supremacist national front party in the 1970s (a bit more about this in a recent documentary called fighting the far right), the winter of discontent 78-79 under the labour callaghan government which saw widespread trade union strikes and also the coldest winter in britain for like a decade and a half…and then from 79 obviously you’ve got thatcherism and the miners strike and mass unemployment. cold war developments and euromissile crisis which saw revival of the campaign for nuclear disarmament and the greenham common women which is also a fascinating bit of history in and of itself.

pride 2014 and billy elliott are films set in this period which i love although they’re both 1984-5 and specifically about the miners strike and also very well known lol so that’s probably not that helpful. withnail and i 1987 is another great film it’s just so exquisitely bleak. sorry i could not be of more help with specific recommendations in terms of media but if there’s anything you’re interested in or u have any other questions this is kinda what i live for lol so id love to chat abt it though im purely an enthusiast and definitely not an expert!!

[dojae-huh]

huh nim.... Can u explain why u said jae is a bit of masochist? Nd ty too.... I don't understand... Can u please do that?

Firstly, I used the term in a joking way, I didn't follow the definition properly.

Both Taeyong and Jaehyun are ready to inflict pain on themselves, sometimes it's a way to feel worthy for them, or even loved.

Tae was given the burden of being the leader. And was told that he would be the demise of his own group. His older sister was always his protector, he is more comfortable in the role of a dongsaeng (like in Super M), he doesn't have good communication or social skills. The role of the leader is a heavy cross, but he bears it, he sacrifices for the group. Leaders can change in a group, yet Tae never asked to be freed.

We know that Tae didn't want SM to sort out the bullying accusations in later years. That's why it took 4 years. He was accused by one person "in defence" of another one, and Tae didn't want to involve the latter. He took the blame, he chose to be hurt instead of possibly inflicting more pain on the old classmate.

Tae forgives his antis. He is absorbing the hate, learns to live with it, instead of attacking back or hating.

Doyoung likes to "cat fight" with Taeyong (pinch him, twist his arms, take into a headlock), and Tae likes it, it is not "abuse", it is attention to him. He is ready to get the scratches. It applies to other "bruises" Do can inflict. Like turning the couple rings into a cover-up for JaeDo. Or "abandoning" Tae for Jae (bff vs bf).

Jaehyun is a master of endurance races. He can sleep for weeks for 4 hours and shuffle an NCT comeback and shooting of a drama, learn a dance routine in an hour. He can starve himself and go diligently to the gym to get hollowed out cheeks and abs. He can learn bowling after midnight to be able to bring a win for his team. When he was a trainee, they often practiced till 5 a.m. When TaeDo went back to dorms, Jaehyun went to his high school without sleep.

A lesser person would blame the world or Doyoung himself for not being accepted, but Jae kept his hurt to himself throught 2017. And tried to win over Do again attempt after attempt. I once compared him to a wolf who chases a large prey for days, wearing it down, heh.

Despite his jealousy, Jae chose a man who infatuates men and adopts children left and right, who is constantly paying attention to someone else, who is married to his job. Jae even has to accept Tae as someone Do won't abandon for him. Jae gets hurt, he gets irritable and puffy, openly demonstrates his discontent to make Do worry and shift attention to himself from others.

I said before that Jaehyun needs a challenge. Dealing with Do's pecularities, nagging and down days is OK with Jae, the man himself is worth it. A beautiful stallion is a restive animal, heh. The Taming of the Shrew.

Both Tae and Jae use a similar trick. They evoke Do's protective instinct. Puppy eyes, whiny voice, and Do is defeated, haha.

Another trick is to agree with Doyoung on everything when it comes to small decisions. Just give him a list of your own wishes beforehand, he will incorporate them in his plan. It's kind of amuzing to see how Johnny had to learn this "I do everything Doyoung tells me" to get on Do's good side (when in reality he is not a follower at all).

[thueenz]

have any of u guys seen that cheeseball cat on tiktok/insta?? idk i dont use instagram. this one

i saw them months ago but they popped up again last night on my fyp and i want to talk about them so bad because theyre an occupied object as i like to call them (object with some kind of spirit in them, not to say haunted, just an object with some kind of 'being' or soul to it) and i find it endearing that a cheeseball cat i randomly saw one day is occupied. now we go under readmore

im pulling most of the screenshots from this video because its the one i saw last night so go watch if youre curious and to show the creator some love for their art!

if you have no idea who cheddar is they were not always a cheeseball, the creator bought them and painted them like this originally they looked like THIS

the being in them was present from the time of buying, they stick out like a sore thumb in this image specifically (likely because this is the day of buying and they havent settled into their surroundings at all)

luckily they dont seem to mind the fact that they were painted like a giant cheeseball at all. i cant say every being would take well to that, but if anything, they seem to like it. even if op and the fans on tiktok arent aware theyre 'there', they seem to enjoy the attention they get, and the individual love they have been given in the paint job. to be loved is to be changed or whateva. in all seriousness though they are fine with it, more than fine, which im glad lmao

theres plenty of beings in objects that are discontent with their situation, where the person theyre with either is not aware of them at all, or is misguided in their views towards beings in objects/uncaring/ even scared, but cheddar here seems perfectly happy. while others might shy away from attention, they seem to like the attention tiktok gets them.

i mean, they have their own little pedestal, special gift like baby cats that are custom painted, theyre special and named to the person theyre with, and people on tiktok love them. not a bad life if thats something you like! im really happy they feel so content, i get sad seeing beings that are unhappy on the internet but i cant rlly do anything about those cases so 😭

they really seem to like the person theyre with too, in this frame of them being picked up, their energy softens and brightens and makes my chest feel giddy and affectionate. theyre very cute i adore this cat i would give them a hug if theyd have me

i think they likely have a purpose or magical skill, but i cant pinpoint it further than 'they want to bring good into this persons life', which could cover a raaange of things.

theyre not malicious at all, they seem very content and friendly and i wouldnt feel uncomfortable around them at all in person so no worry of that. a bit intense before settling into their new life, but not bad. sometimes beings are just a bit intense lol. theyre not haunted by any human spirit, i can't say where they came from, or when, but i don't think they were ever 'alive' either animal or human.

i ♥️ cheddar and their sweet little cheese throne

[theprayerfulword]

September 06

John 14:23 Jesus replied, "If anyone loves Me, he will obey My teaching. My Father will love him, and We will come to him and make Our home with him."

1 Thessalonians 5:15-18 See that no one renders evil for evil to anyone, but always pursue what is good both for yourselves and for all. 16 Rejoice always, 17 pray without ceasing, 18 in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.

Galatians 3:5 So again I ask, does God give you His Spirit and work miracles among you by the works of the law, or by your believing what you heard?

James 2:12 So speak and so act as [people should] who are to be judged under the law of liberty [the moral instruction given by Christ, especially about love].

Romans 1:16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.

1 Corinthians 15:58 Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain.

May you cherish in your heart the assurances of His pardon and forgiveness from His Word as you would a kiss from the one you love, never letting it become casual but ever treasuring the evidences of His deep and lasting compassion. Song of Songs 1

May His love be more delightful to you than wine and may His name be like perfume poured out. Song of Songs 1

May you not attempt to capture or seal shut the fragrant, healing balm of His Name's anointing, but allow it to freely flow equally to all as does oil when it is liberally poured out. Song of Songs 1

May you rejoice and delight in the Lord, for it is always right to adore Him. Song of Songs 1

May you celebrate that regardless of how circumstances in the past have affected you, that despite how work-worn, base, or contemptible others view you as, you are made comely in Christ, changed by His love, and have become accepted and cherished in the sight of God. Song of Songs 1

May you know where He grazes His flock in the morning and where He rests His sheep at midday. Song of Songs 1

May He ever be the One Whom your soul loves, and in Whom your heart finds rest while in the heat of outward trials and inward conflicts. Song of Songs 1

May you be granted to see with the eyes of Christ, and value with the understanding of the Lord, the beauty of those adorned with humility, modesty, simplicity and sincerity, as He is expressed and demonstrated in their lives. Song of Songs 1

May you be brought to His banquet hall where His banner over you is love. Song of Songs 2

May you be willing to be drawn away with Him from the winter of discontent and sin into the spring of communion and the time of pruning and flowering. Song of Songs 2

My child, do not be grudging in the release of your confidence in the world, nor reluctant in the casting away of your dependencies on others as your source. Do not allow doubt or fear to inhibit you from releasing the ties that bind you to what you can see and hear, touch and feel, for what you can measure can be taken, and what you can accumulate can be lost. As long as you believe you can cover the facts with a good appearance, you will have no power in your walk with Me. Until you accept that it would be better for you to lose all you have, all you hope for in the world, and all you are known for among men in order to know Me without misunderstanding and to have Me without hindrance, you will not know the satisfaction of My presence and the joy of My fullness. Do not fear or reject the invitation of the Spirit to come honestly into the light of My throne room, for you have an Advocate pleading your cause. Do not be reticent before the cloud of witnesses that surrounds you, for they, too, have faced this same need, and they are cheering you on. Allow My Spirit to reveal within your heart what My Word has to say to you, for I will make glad your soul. Permit My praise to pour from your lips as you lift up your heart, and you will find your hands will follow suit. Let the longing of your soul carry you through the times of dryness into the periods of refreshing when you receive My abundance, knowing it is even better than life itself. Be assured, My love, that the more needy you are, the more confidently you will touch My heart.

May you persistently seek Him in the gray days of duty and enduringly hold to Him as you find Him through His Word and His Spirit. Song of Songs 3

May you not rely on the watchmen provided by tradition or the guardians of custom to direct you to the One Whose love is your comfort. Song of Songs 3

May the abundant gifts and graces of the Spirit be a pleasing and desirable fragrance in your life, as you accept His invitation to come down from the mountains where the predators are found and dwell within His garden, protected by His hedge, refreshed by His wells. Song of Songs 4

May you flourish and produce fruit to attract and refresh those who still dwell in a dry and desolate land. Song of Songs 4

May you bring honor to Christ through your willing enthusiasm in His work, your clear conscience and pure character in the marketplace, and your faith and confidence in the people of God. 2 Corinthians 8

May you sacrifice thank offerings to God and give Him honor, preparing your heart to be shown the salvation of God. Psalm 50

May you love the instruction of God and draw His words close, holding them in your heart and storing them in your thoughts, following His counsel to turn from those who steal and rebuking the adulterer, speaking truth in love, encouraging your brother and building up your sister as you align your will and your deeds with the King. When you stand before Him face to face, your reward will be in His hand, and He will accept your works, seating you beside Him. Psalm 50

May you gather with those who are His consecrated ones having made a covenant with Him by sacrifice, for He comes, perfect in beauty, and will not be silent. Psalm 50

May you sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High and call upon Him in the day of trouble, for He will deliver you and you will honor Him. Psalm 50

[running-with-kn1ves]

omg??? the 1k followers?? congrats!! def well deserved. anyway i just really want to say that you're def one of my fave writers. i remember when i first stumbled on your writing and it just blew me away. and i especially LOVE how you write your characters. each having distinct (and all delicious) personalities but also being a bit blank enough for the imagination to run wild. my fave especially is Edira. and ngl i've read and reread your works with her and still find myself being in mixed emotions with how she is.

for your 1k follower event, could I request a drabble or some headcanons for Edira? 💖 maybe a surprise "i love you" or love confession from her darling? or maybe them trying to make her feel a little jealous? feel free to switch it up or change it as you like!!

Aaahh thank you so much for the kind words!! That means so much to me :') I swear I'm gonna read over this ask a million times ahshsh. I hope u like this!

TW: possessive behavior, marking/biting, jealousy,gn s/o, obsession

You were getting far too close to your housekeeper as of late. At least, that's how it looked in the CEO’s eyes. The way you laughed with her, paid her extra on weekends, and even dared to exchange contact information. Edira had no idea how you could shamelessly be so flirtatious, unless you were somehow oblivious to your own mesmerizing charm. But that couldn’t be it; she knew you looked her way when you laughed with co-workers, wondering if she noticed. She never stepped in, aware that you would never go too far out of bounds. You probably thought you could do the same this time without a worry in your pretty little head. 

But something about this woman ticked Edira off more than usual. She barely even considered your co-workers as humans, nevertheless as people who were good enough to be a rival. But this woman, this specific housekeeper, out of all the others she’s hired before-- something about the way she gazed at you and called you by your first name only to refer to Edira as ‘miss,’ it aggravated your ‘lover’ to no end. Of course, she could always fire the woman and hire someone else-- but Edira knew that wouldn’t prevent something like this from happening again.

 And besides, she liked this game you were trying to play, trying to see how far you could go before she reprimanded you. A part of the CEO decided you must have wanted it-- wanted to garner more of her attention on you. She decided, perhaps, she hasn’t been making her claim over you clear enough lately. 

Though in reality, you weren’t trying to push Edira to anything-- you didn’t even realize your interactions with the housekeeper had upset her so much. Yes, her occasional complaint over how the woman seemed to take a strange liking to you was clearly a sign of discontent, but not to a point of jealousy. So it came as quite a shock when she attacked you one early morning, not yet dressed for work and covering you in layers of peppered kisses. Her sensitive bites had you whimpering whiny questions as to why she was so worked up. She demanded you give some in return, to cover her in marks that wouldn’t disappear by the time the cleaning staff came. 

You knew you were already on thin ice with how hard she glared down at you, her fingers pinching at your hip in an unconsciously threatening manner. Of course, Edira knew how to properly hide forms of lustful evidence in order to keep a professional look at work, but this time she didn’t. In fact it seemed she almost purposely wore a shirt with a low collar and a loose blazer. She made sure you wouldn’t try and cover yourself up despite your protests and looks of embarrassment.

 But the shame only amplified once your housekeeper came in for the day. She didn't voice her acknowledgement of the hickies and bruises on your skin, but had clearly noticed them from the look of awkwardness on her face. She made small-talk and asked for her duties, but nothing more. Instead of the giggles and witty comments she usually refuted back at you with, the housekeeper shifted uncomfortably and moved swiftly to work. 

Edira was still as stern as ever as the housekeeper began her tasks, scolding you and looking at you with a glare, but she dared not to let go of you as she did so. She made sure to chat it up with the maid, asking for her opinion as you were kept to her hip. You knew Edira would eventually create a fuss with how lenient she had been lately --letting you talk to the staff more and go to outings with coworkers--  but the way she pressed herself against you from behind, and made sure to kiss you in front of others at any chance she got, was far more public than what you expected. 

You just prayed Edira wouldn’t invite the housekeeper for some overtime, only to lead you into the back bedroom and make you moan her name loud enough for the woman to hear.

[darlingholland]

summer nights

pairing: arvin russell x fem!reader

synopsis: summer nights spent with arvin are your favorite.

word count: 1.0k

warnings: none, just lightly edited

a/n: my first arvin fic!! this rlly has no plot just vibes :p hope u like it! <33

you had been awoken by the heat of the mid-august night. a light sheen of sweat covers your skin as you register where you had fallen asleep. the makeshift walls of the fort were illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the entrance. following the arm lightly draped over your waist, you find a snoozing arvin. a slight pout had formed on his pink lips, leaving you to wonder what he was dreaming about.

whatever it was, he was handsome in every sense of the word.

gently brushing a piece of once slicked back hair behind his ear, your mouth curves into a smile as you remember how your dearest boy ended up in your arms tonight.

“hey there, lover boy!" you call to your boyfriend from the doorway of your childhood home. the corners of his mouth quirk up as he shuts the door to his rusty pickup. stuffing his hands in his tattered denim jacket, he jogged his way over to you. and after stomping his way up the porch steps, arvin sweeps you up into a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed my pretty girl.” his voice was full of sincerity- one of the many things you appreciated about this man.

“i missed you too, arvin.” he loved it when you said his name in what he calls that “pretty little voice of yours”.

the faint smell of cigarettes fills your nose, a smell you’ve grown quite fond of since going steady with arvin. excited to show arvin his surprise, you wrap your arms around his waist, leading him into the house.

the floorboards creak under your feet as you escort your boyfriend into the living room. every blanket you could muster could be found in the middle of the living room floor. the sheets are draped over chairs, creating a canopy of different colors and textures. accompanying the blankets were pillows, haphazardly placed inside.

arvins eyebrows drew together, asking a simple “what’s this?” his eyes darted between you and the fort.

“i wanted to build you a fort. y'know, like the ones you made when you were younger.” you searched his face for any discontent. “i hope it’s okay.” you murmur after a couple moments of silence, feeling only slightly stupid.

“nah,” he turns to you, a slight blush dancing across his cheeks, “it’s quite alright, baby.”

he always knows just what to say.

stepping out of your grasp, he quickly offers his hand out to you. and being more than happy to take it, you let arvin walk you over to your childish creation.

taking a seat on the blanketed floor, arvin follows suit. a small smile playing upon his lips as he surveys the care you put into the fort, “you did good, baby.”

flustered over his attentiveness, you mutter a small thanks.

and after hours of talking, the warmth of the sun seeping through the sheets seemed to have lulled you both to sleep.

and that's where you find yourself now- tangled up with your lover on the hottest summer night. the low hum of your refrigerator accompanied by the chirping of crickets being the soundtrack for tonight.

growing tired of the stillness, you decide to wake arvin. eager to see your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer in the moonlight, you scatter gentle kisses all over arvin's face. and only after a couple pecks, his lashes flutter against your cheek.

his groans are light as he pulls you closer to his person. you snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, basking in his warmth.

"mmm, you're warm." you say as you place soft kisses over his skin. and without missing a beat, he responds with "you're pretty."

a smirk grows on your lips as you pull back to look at his face. "arvin russell, are you flirting with me?" you tease.

"me? always."

your hand finds its way back to his hair, eyes lingering on his lips. he seems to have done the same, as he leans in closer. a half smile plays on his lips until they connect with yours.

kissing arvin was something you could never grow tired of.

"oh shit, baby." he mumbled against your lips, "what time is it?"

reluctantly pulling away, you bring your hand up, checking the time on your hand-me-down wristwatch. "twelve past nine, why?"

arvin sits up as soon as the words fall from your mouth. pressing a small kiss to your temple, he starts to search the fort for his things. "my folks are expecting me."

sitting up with a slight pout on your face, you ask him "won't you stay?"

he stops his search to look at you, "oh, i'd love to darling, but-"

"please?" you press, needing him to stay just this once. you give him a certain look, a look you learned to use on arvin months ago.

he lets out a small breathy laugh, hand coming up to brush your cheek, "you're makin' it real hard to say no, darling."

"then don't."

he pulls in for another kiss. his lips are warm and soft, gently pecking yours. these kisses let you know arvin needs you just as much as you need him tonight.

"you can phone your folks, tell ‘em i said hi." you mumble against him, trying your best to assure him.

arvin smiles to himself, hand coming down to your now puffy lips. his eyes follow as he grazes his fingers across your bottom lips.

choosing your words carefully, you start "and you can stay tonight,” you gently brush his hair. “and every night.” his hand stops.

his eyes now coming in contact with yours. something you can only describe as relief wash over his features.

“and we could build all the forts you'd like, arvin."

he tackles you, arms wrapping tightly around your figure. he takes some time before whispering a gentle "i'd thought you'd never ask, baby."

and as the night went on, the fort had become home to many small giggles and needy kisses (and many more fingers near mouths).

[ibis-gt]

chapter one of mercenary au! there may be more if i can dig uo the proper motivation... anyway here u go. requisite meetcute, 3k words, content warning for mentions of past family member death.

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Light shone through the bedroom window of one Luther Algers. The beam moved steadily, achingly slow, as the sun rose in the sky, until it finally reached the perfect angle to shine on his face and, when the sensation made him blink awake, directly in his eyes.

He groaned and rolled over, rubbing at his face with the heel of one hand. He would’ve tried to fall back asleep, but his thoughts caught up to him too quickly.

Today. He knew what today was. Today, he set off for Pentel. Today he gave up his freedom for the good of his kingdom.

Okay, so maybe that was a little dramatic. It sounded like he was going off to war or something. In truth, he was going to get married. It would be a lovely ceremony, lots of people in attendance, a splendid banquet, good feelings all around.

It just would’ve been nice if someone had asked him if he wanted to be married. Or told him who he was marrying.

But that wasn’t how this worked. It was an arranged marriage, one meant to strengthen the peace treaty between Pentel and Contigo. Traditionally the marriage should have been between princes or princesses of both kingdoms, but since Contigo’s king was childless, Luther had been chosen to seal the deal. Luther’s father was a high-ranking noble with a fair amount of money and influence, and he owed the king a favor. He seemed an obvious choice.

Well, no point in putting it off any longer. It would be about two weeks’ journey to the city of Pentel and once he arrived there were still details about the wedding to hammer out and his fiancee to meet. He rolled out of bed and dressed in the outfit that had been laid out for him last night. All lace and ruffles, with a runed belt, the symbols for first encounters and strong bonds etched across it. His job from here on out was to look pretty and smile on command. Like some kind of trained dog.

Before he had time to really properly wallow in his discontent, his father’s voice rang out from the foyer.

“Luther! It’s time! Don’t be late!”

“Coming!” Luther called, skipping out of his room and descending the stairs as quickly as he could. He caught sight of his father just as he exited the front door to their palatial estate. Luther took a moment to catch his breath and make sure his clothes and hair were in order before he followed, stepping out into the daylight. Outside, a line of splendid carriages sat, with people milling about between them. A trip like this was expensive, even beyond his father’s means, but since it was a matter of national importance the king was footing the bill. Servants flitted to and fro with last minute additions to the carriage train’s luggage, attended the important guests who would be traveling with Luther, and were generally busy as bees. Everyone was decked out in their finest finery, which seemed odd to Luther. Shouldn’t they save it for the last day of travel, when they’d actually arrive? But he supposed that they’d be stopping along the way for food and rest, and they’d need to look their best.

“You could’ve had breakfast if you’d been up earlier,” his father grumbled in lieu of a ‘good morning’, “but as it is either you can wait until lunch or see if there’s anything they can dig out of the provisions for the road. Now, your carriage is the one in the middle of the group. You’ll be in with two diplomats and a manners coach. They’ll teach you how to act and speak to Pentel’s royalty, topics to avoid, so on and so forth. There’s a historian in the carriage behind you, try to meet with them at meals and - are you listening to me?”

Luther was not listening. He was staring wide-eyed at a figure standing near his carriage. The man was dressed in armor, with strong boiled leather covering his chest and stomach. Metal pauldrons, gauntlets, and shin guards, slightly tarnished from time and use, glinted dully in the light. An oversized hammer hung from his belt. A few strands of black hair had come free from his long ponytail, and a scraggly beard clung to his chin. Probably the most interesting thing about the man, though, was that he looked to be about twenty feet tall. He could’ve picked up Luther’s carriage under one arm and walked off with it. He was watching the pair of them intently, ignoring the people bustling around between the carriages with packages and bundles for the road. Luther tried to drag his attention back towards his father. He could’ve sworn he saw someone actually walk between the man’s legs out of the corner of his eye.

It was rude to point, and probably unnecessary, so Luther said as delicately as possible, “Who’s that, uh… rather tall man?”

“Ah. Your bodyguard.” Luther’s father turned and waved at the giant.

“My - ?” Luther started to say, but lapsed into awed silence as his new bodyguard walked over to them. The ground practically shook under the weight of the man’s footsteps. He blocked out the sun as he stood before the two of them, and Luther suppressed a shiver that was half from the chill of the shade and half from the sheer size of the man. He was even more intimidating up close than he’d been at a distance. Luther felt practically pinned in place by the intensity of his gaze. Luther’s father continued speaking as though there weren’t a colossus standing mere feet away.

“As you know, your safety is my top priority,” he said, turning back to face Luther. “I’ve hired this mercenary to protect you on the journey.”

“I… see,” Luther said, glancing nervously up at the giant. “And… what is your name?” He raised his voice a little just in case the man had trouble hearing him.

“You can call me Cam, sir,” the giant replied. A hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth before his face resumed the professional mask. His voice was gravelly and incredibly deep. Luther felt it vibrate in his chest.

Luther’s father glared at his son. Luther knew he didn’t really approve of fraternizing with those of a lower station, but it would have been so rude to just continue talking as though Cam weren’t there. Besides, that was such a stupid prejudice. But he didn’t dare disobey his father any further, so he did his best to listen as his father ran down a litany of instructions to ensure the journey was as productive and successful as possible. Largely it boiled down to Luther learning a lot of very boring things very quickly so he could present himself as the best Contigo had to offer.

Finally, his father put his hands on Luther’s shoulders and gave him the closest thing to a smile he could manage.

“You’re doing a good thing, son,” he said. “Good for both our kingdoms. You’ll be perfect. And you’ll be very safe.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Luther. Since Luther’s mother had died in childbirth, his father had been very protective. Overly so. To the extent that it bordered on paranoia. It didn’t help that an assassination attempt had been made on his father’s life after his involvement with an unpopular ruling about taxes that shifted the burden to the mercantile sector. His father had been convinced from that day on that home was the only safe place for him and his son. Luther hadn’t been allowed out unless accompanied by at least three handpicked guards, all of whom were serious buzzkills and never let him do anything fun.

That was probably why his father had gone so overboard with his protection on this trip, Luther supposed. Anyone wanting to cause trouble would hopefully be scared off by just the sight of the giant bodyguard walking alongside the carriage train.

He snuck a glance at the giant again. Cam was still standing right next to them, keeping them in his shadow, but was now looking out at the horizon as though scanning for threats. He was probably just as bored as Luther was, having to listen to his father prattle on. The thought was oddly hilarious, and Luther bit the inside of his cheek to keep from giggling as he met his father’s eyes.

“Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then,” Luther said. “I’ll be sure to write to you often.”

“Yes. Goodbye, Luther.” His father said the words as though he wasn’t entirely sure what they meant. He brought his son into an awkward, hesitant embrace, and quickly let go again. He’d never been good at showing affection, not through words or actions. Truth be told, Luther would’ve been jumping for joy at the chance to get away from home and his controlling father, if it weren’t for the fact that he was just going to end up in a no doubt equally controlling situation. “You go on ahead. I’ve got a few things to clear up with your bodyguard here.” Luther saw the small grimace that Cam attempted to hide and smiled to himself. He seemed like he’d be good company, at least.

As he set off towards the carriage that would be both his salvation and his prison for the next two weeks, he caught only a few words of the fairly one-sided conversation his father had with the giant. It sounded mostly like strict instructions not to talk to Luther except in times of extreme emergency, and a few other nitpicky details he didn’t quite hear. There was a rumbling, “Yes, sir,” from Cam, and then the giant’s thundering footsteps, drawing nearer. Luther’s heart beat faster as Cam approached. His stomach started to knot in anxiety. He knew the giant had been hired for his protection, but having such a large being walking so close behind him hit his fight or flight reflexes, and he’d never been much of a fighter. Luther forced himself not to look over his shoulder. He climbed into the carriage and settled himself on the cushioned seat, then finally shot a sideways glance out of the window. Cam had resumed his post in front of the carriage and all he could see from inside was a section of the giant’s leg.

Luther’s heart sank as he stared glumly at the ceiling of the carriage. The most interesting person on this journey, no doubt, and he was under orders not to say a word to him. He hoped he could break down the giant’s walls eventually. No doubt he had countless exciting tales of action and danger that would be loads more entertaining than listening to dry old historians and prim diplomats lecture him about how to hold a fork.

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They had been on the road for only a few hours, but it had dragged like an eternity as the diplomats prattled away. Luther could barely hold any of it in his head. His eyelids drooped, he swallowed yawn after yawn, and he had to consciously stop bouncing his leg every five minutes. They’d finally decided that was enough for now, clearly dissatisfied with how poorly he was paying attention. Luther stared out the carriage window. He would’ve had an excellent view of the rolling green hills in the distance if it weren’t for Cam.

The giant was trudging along beside the carriage, easily matching the pace of the horses with a measured stride, and mostly blocking Luther’s line of sight to anything else. Luther realized Cam was going to have to walk the whole way, basically alone, since everyone in the carriage train seemed afraid of him and avoided him whenever possible. That was almost worse than having your ear talked off by stuffy old men telling you how to act. Luther knew Cam was under orders not to talk to him, but how was Luther’s father going to find out, anyway? He reached up and swung the window open, leaning his head out to call up to the giant.

The motion of the window opening caught Cam’s eye, and he glanced down just in time to see Luther’s curly-haired head poke out. Whatever the kid was saying was lost in the rumble of the cart wheels and the thunder of the horses’ hooves. It must’ve been important, though. The kid’s father had been very clear that he was engaging in extremely important business and should not be bothered or distracted by Cam. He could practically still hear the man’s thin, unpleasant voice. “Only in the utmost emergency should any communication pass between the two of you.” Well, this looked like an emergency, if he was interrupting his business, and how was the guy going to find out, anyway?

“Can’t quite hear you, sir,” Cam said. “Maybe we could talk when the carriage pulls to a stop at the next town?”

Oh, god no, I can’t wait that long, Luther thought. In fifteen minutes these old fogeys were going to try to start lesson number two. He leaned a little further out and on an impulse yelled, “Pick me up!”

Cam caught that one loud and clear, although for a moment he thought he must have misheard. But there wasn’t much else that could have been. He shrugged and said, “Open the door, then.”

Luther couldn’t believe that worked. He’d half expected the giant to laugh or shake his head. The diplomats stared at him open-mouthed.

“S-sir, I don’t think you should - ” One of them began nervously, but that only strengthened his resolve. He unlatched the door and swung it open with a confidence that completely crumbled as Cam’s huge hand reached in and grabbed him around the middle. It was a delicate maneuver since the carriage was still rolling, but Cam managed it deftly, lifting Luther up and setting him on one shoulder, then laying a hand across his lap to keep him in place. He'd had to crouch to reach into the carriage and Luther felt his stomach drop as Cam straightened up. The ground fell away at an alarming speed, and then he was swaying gently back and forth with Cam's stride, hair blowing in the breeze.

"So, what were you going to say?" Cam asked. 

"Uh, um, I, uh.... Hi?" Luther squeaked.

Cam's eyebrows knit in confusion. 'Hi?' Did the guy just want to say 'hi'? Really?

"Hello," he replied.

Luther was silent, fidgeting for a moment. He'd lost his nerve completely. He was up so high and so intimately close to Cam's face. He couldn't even find his voice enough to ask to be set back down.

Oh my god, Cam thought, that was really it. Well, that was embarrassing. Didn't really need to go to all that trouble. But the guy seemed content to sit there for now. He decided to try some small talk.

"Enjoying the journey so far? It must be pretty stuffy in that little carriage. Good to get out and get yourself some fresh air."

"O-oh, um, yes. Quite stuffy. The air is, uh. Nice." Luther could smell Cam very distinctly. Sweat, salt, steel, and leather. An earthy combination, but not entirely unpleasant. It was so different from what he was used to, and honestly a welcome change. It was a lovely day, a little on the chilly side, but Cam's hand on his lap kept him quite warm. Even the cold steel pauldron below him was heating up pretty quickly. "I’ve, uh, never met a giant before."

Oh, there it is. He'll have all kinds of invasive questions, no doubt. Cam suppressed a little sigh. "Honored to be your first, then." Technically not exactly true. Cam was only half-giant. But to sheltered nobles who didn’t know better it didn’t matter.

But there was no follow-up. Possibly Luther caught the tired edge to Cam's voice and wisely decided to drop that line of discussion. The silence that followed wasn't as awkward as Cam thought it would be. The little noble smelled faintly floral and citrus-y. The scent was light, not at all cloying like some other rich folk's perfume. Cam found that he kind of liked having him on his shoulder, actually. It made him feel like a protector, as opposed to before when he felt like he was just tagging along uninvited.

Luther was glad that Cam had his eyes fixed ahead on the road, because he was blushing so hard his face must have been lobster red. The giant was unexpectedly gentle. He'd half expected to be accidentally crushed in Cam's grip at first, but Cam had much more control than that. The hand across his lap was a firm, comforting pressure, and he was grateful for it. His own hands had been held tight to his chest, but as he relaxed he lowered them slightly. He hesitated, then rested them on the side of Cam's hand, anxiously glancing at Cam's face as he did so. No reaction. His hunched shoulders slumped, and he let out the breath he’d been holding.

Now that Luther felt more comfortable, he could enjoy the sensation of being carried. It was quite the way to travel. He looked out across the fields and watched a pair of birds in flight. The advantage of Cam’s height allowed him to see so much farther than usual.

Cam snuck a sideways glance at Luther. He had his head turned slightly away staring out at the horizon and seemed much more relaxed with a slight smile on his face. Cam suppressed a smile of his own. The little noble was pretty cute, he had to admit. His carefully-arranged brown curls had gotten mussed and out of place when Cam picked him up, and they now fell much more naturally around his face, framing it nicely. He could just about make out constellations of freckles across his delicate face, and warm, curious brown eyes that tracked an arc across the sky. An expression of wonder and amusement perched lightly on Luther's face.

Cam realized he'd been staring at Luther too long just as Luther looked back in his direction. Cam yanked his eyes away and focused on the road again, desperately keeping up the blankest poker face he could manage. He realized he was nearly about to walk right over the carriages and course-corrected as subtly as he could, cursing himself for getting distracted. This was just another pretty noble he had to protect and he couldn't afford to mess this job up. The payout would be huge, along with bi-weekly payments as long as he hung around after the wedding. Nearly a real steady job. He heard Luther stifle a giggle on his shoulder and his brow furrowed, his neutral expression drawing down into a frown. He hadn't been nearly as subtle as he'd hoped, then.

Blessedly for Cam, Luther's carriage door swung tentatively open again, and one of the diplomats poked his head out.

"It's, ah, time for the next lesson," he called over the clatter of the horses' hooves. "If we could have the young gentleman back, please…?"

Cam nodded his agreement and shifted his grip on Luther, leaning down again to place him back in the carriage. "Watch yer head," he muttered, and Luther ducked inside, giving Cam a wistful glance over his shoulder.

There. With any luck, those would be the last words they ever spoke to each other.

[thedevilsdom]

Im so nervous lol.

just wanted to say that you made me accept a lot of my kinks that I thought were gross and felt bad for having so thank you soo much 💕

I saw an Obey me snz fic you made and was wondering if you take requests?? I have been looking everywhere for a Mammon snz fic and sadly there isn't almost any snz content in the fandom 😢

It's okay of you can't take requests now tho!! I don't want to make you uncomfortable lol

aw I’m glad I could be of some help!!

Ships: Mammon/GN!MC Contents: Sneezes, Dom/Sub, Handjobs, Rope bondage, Butt Plugs, Praise Wordcount: ~1.5k

He’s your good boy. He’s always your good boy, and you’re always delighted to see that he’s usually willing to indulge you in whatever it is you want to do.

Though this time, as you’re tying him up, something feels just a little bit off.

You had called him over to your room, putting on a little bit of perfume on your neck and wrists as you prepped the rope and anything else you’d need. Some silky white rope, a spreader bar, and a cage muzzle. All things you’ve used on him before, so really there was no need to suspect that a single thing would be off.

Now, as you finish the knots securing his hands over his head and tied to the bedframe, you pull back and notice that he doesn’t look quite… There. His eyes aren’t quite focused, and his brow is juuust a little bit pinched. He looks like he’s trying to focus but can’t.

“Mammon?” You ask, kneeling between his spread legs, “Everything alright?”

“Eh? Yeah, yeah of course.” He’s quick to nod and try to dismiss your worries. You give him a disbelieving look while you reach behind you on the bed to grab the little vibrating plug and the lube you’d brought,

“Okay, if you’re sure. Make sure you tell me if anything’s wrong, ‘kay?” You say, apprehensive. He smiles and agrees, eager to have your hands on- and in­- him. You lube up your fingers and bring them down between his legs, easily slipping one into him and pulling a low sigh from his throat.

“Theeere you go,” You begin to slowly drag the pad of your finger along his inner walls, stroking across his prostate and making his legs give little shivers. He’s so pliant and willing like this, not to mention needy. It didn’t take long to get him squirming and trying to push down onto the single finger that’s inside him.

“Does my good boy need more inside him? You want something to fill you up?” You purr. His whole body shivers. His hands form fists, discontent with being uselessly tied above him, wanting to reach out and grab you and hold you up to himself.

“Please, ple-mph- please!” Mammon cries out. He always gets so needy, all for you. You add a second finger, listening to him whine. Though, normally by this point, he’d be begging you to kiss him. Tying him up and muzzling him like this is your favorite way of depriving him of that closeness he loves so much, only to give it to him tenfold later in the night, but it isn’t any fun if he doesn’t beg for it.

“Mammon, baby,” You hum, slowing the push of your fingers to a crawl, “You don’t want kisses?”

He freezes as your eyes lock onto his. Even he recognizes that that isn’t normal behavior. After a moment, he breaks eye contact to look to the side and mumble something. When you don’t respond, he speaks up.

“You muzzled me already, I know that I won’t be getting any kisses now, what’s the point in asking?” He pouts.

“Oh, so we’re being bratty tonight? Is that it?” Your free hand squeezes the meat of his thigh and he blanches.

“I- I’m sorry! Please just- just keep going?”

“Hmph,” You start stroking his cock as you fuck him with your fingers, “You’re lucky I��m feeling so generous tonight. Any more attitude from you and I’ll have you over my knee.”

“Yeah- ngh- yeah, MC, thank you,” He mutters. Normally something like that would earn you a snarky comment in return, but you suppose he must just be feeling awfully subservient tonight. You cast a glance up at him and catch that same bleary, unfocused look from before. You give him a few more pumps of your hands before pulling them back completely. You easily slide the plug into his ass and press the button on the little remote, setting it to a low vibration, then you get up on your knees and move to over him. He looks confused when you suddenly straddle his lap.

“I wonder how long you’ll last like that.” You grind your ass back on his cock.

“I- hih- I don’t think- wait, hang on, MC-“ He mutters. You see him squint for a moment before a look of what you can only describe as shock crosses his face for just a split second before he quickly, desperately, turns his head to the side, the metal cage of his muzzle hitting his bicep, his whole body tensing-

“ha’ikshiew!” He sneezes to the side, uncovered. Immediately after, he looks mortified. Eyes wide, brow pinched, not-even-looking-at-you mortified. “I-I’m- That was so gross, I’m so sorry, MC, something’s been makin’ my nose itch all ni-hih! Fuck- huh-tshh! Hih-knxght! Huh-ktshiew!” A barrage of sneezes hit him, try as he might to stifle them.

The poor boy looks like he’s about to start crying, he’s so embarrassed.

He’s supposed to be your good boy, your always-sexy sub who gives you all the best reactions, how is he supposed to do that if he just made a fucking mess of his arm and muzzle with his sneezes? You probably think he’s disgusting and gross. He keeps his gaze trained away from you as he anticipates the incoming rejection and demand for him to get out of your room.

It doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a warm hand on top of his head, and fingers carding through his hair, pulling his fringe out of his face.

“Cute.” You chuckle. “Must be my new perfume.” You turn up the vibrator with a press of the button, and his hips buck involuntarily behind you, head falling back with another hitch of his breath. “Here,” Your hand presses at the back of his head, urging him to lean forward and rest his forehead on your shoulder. You feel the warmth of his skin and the cold, wetness of his muzzle. “Can you smell it?”

“Can’t- hihh… I can’t smell much of an-anything,” His words are punctuated by soft sniffling as he tries desperately to keep the mess from dripping. “MC, MC, I’m hehh go-gonna- hik-TchEW! HAKNT-tchiuhh- HikTCHIEW!” He lets out a handful more sneezes against you as you pet his hair, offering a tired little huff at the end of the fit. He sniffles, strong and wet, in a desperate bid to not make any more mess than he already has.

“Oh, my poor baby,” You reach behind with the hand that isn’t on his head, beginning to stroke his needy cock. His head felt light and dizzy from the sneezing, and somehow that made your touch feel even more intense. He lets out a little cry, thighs tensing when you jerk him off. “This feels good, doesn’t it Mammon?”

“’S good, so good,” He sniffs, “wanna kiss you,” He mutters, small against your shoulder. You barely heard it, and you know that he must be so embarrassed asking for such a thing, especially now. The hand on his head undoes the muzzle, dropping it into your lap. He doesn’t have a second to object or even to process before you’re taking his chin between your fingers and angling his head up, pressing a kiss to his lips. They’re wet from the spray, and the humiliation of it only makes Mammon’s blood run hotter.

“My good boy,” You hum when you pull away, guiding his head back down to your neck, “You close?” The sound that leaves his lips is something akin to a rough, ragged sob. Your hand holds the back of his neck possessively. You may not have him collared this time, but this has very much the same effect.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m close,” He nips at your neck, the scent of your perfume hitting him full force now, but he still doesn’t have his hands or arms to cover himself. “Ah- Aktchiew! HekTSHH!” He sneezes hard against your skin. “Huhh- fuuuck- ‘m so close, MC,” He whines, hips twitching and squirming under you.

“Such a needy boy I have,” You purr with what almost sounds like pride in your voice. It’s intoxicating to him. “Cum for me.”

Like a wire snapping, his back bows and his orgasm crashes through him. His cock throbs, sticky white cum spurting across your fingers and the tops of his thighs, some spilling over your hand. He moans, fucking up into your hand again and again, until his shivering and crying out from the overstimulation he’s giving himself. Only then you give him some mercy, turning off the plug and pulling your hand away. He lets out shaky sighs against you.

“My good boy,” You lean back, “Always my good boy.”

“Mhmm,” He hums with a dopey smile and a sniffle, “Always yours.”

You lean forward and give him a kiss to his heated forehead, then push your cum-slicked fingers past his lips. He dutifully gets to work lapping up his mess and suckling on your fingers obediently, humming contentedly as he does it. Once you’re all clean, you untie his hands and start rubbing feeling back into them.

“I’ll never know what I did to deserve such a good boy,” You plant a kiss to his wrist, where the rope was tied, “Thank you, Mammon. ‘M gonna take good care of you now, okay?” You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“U-uh- yeah- can… Can we shower first? So- snf- so you can get that perfume off at least? I don’t think I’d be able to handle any more sneezing.” He says with a shy laugh. “Not that- not that I’m not down for uh- for a repeat some other time.”

A repeat, hm?

You tuck that thought away for now, giving him a quick pet on his head before skipping off to get a bath ready.

[turinn]

hi !! for rinnes birthday, no.34 from the touch prompts? (this request isnt meant to be a nsfw one btw, i fully mean an angsty or fluffy one, whatever you want lol)

I made it angsty because I love writing angst and I don't do it enough hehe it does end fluffy tho. it's also WAY longer than I intended? and kind of ran away from me. I hope u like it!!!

34. washing each others body

"I can't believe got into another fight." You mumbled, not really speaking to him as opposed to just thinking out loud. "I thought you were smarter than this. No. I know you're smarter than this."

"Clearly I'm not." Rinne muttered, voice laced with discontent. You sighed. You knew what he was doing, knew why he kept doing this. And still, you gave in. Perhaps you were the stupid one?

"Jeez, lighten up!" He hissed as you pressed the cotton swab to the cut on his neck.

"No. Stop getting into stupid fucking fights." If he was going to get himself hurt just to get your attention, you didn't see why you had to be so lenient with him. It was petty, perhaps, but so was the fight that had caused him to break up with you, the fight he still hadn't apologised for. The reason you still slept in the guest room, and barely said a word to him unless he needed something. Which was what landed you both here, once or twice a week. Rinne perched on the edge of the bathtub, half-drunk and drenched in blood, and you kneeling in front of him, features icy as you treated whatever wounds the fight he'd gotten into to get your attention tonight had left him with. He did it because he knew it worked, and you let it work because you loved him too much to let him bleed out in what used to be your bed. You wanted to forgive him, you didn't even remember why you'd been fighting now- but if you did.... he'd never learn not to be so fucking stubborn, not to be such a petty asshole. "Sorry" isn't that hard to say. It's far easier than nearly getting yourself killed 3 times a damn week.

You bit back tears thinking about it all, as you had to often, and stashed the first aid kit back under the sink. Turning back to Rinne, it was clear he was a little dizzy, and you had to put a hand out to stop him from falling back into the back.

"You're still covered in blood.... Take your pants off and- don't give me that look, or I'll just leave you bloody all night. Take them off and sit in the damn bath, will you?" It took him a moment, you couldn't tell whether the blood loss or the alcohol had him more disoriented, but you felt the concern you'd been forcing down welling up in you. Once he was properly situated, you pulled the showerhead down, waiting until the water had heated up before aiming it at his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know it hurts, but I've gotta get the blood off of you somehow. You're lucky the wound is shallow, it's scabbed over already. If that bottle had gone any deeper I'd be taking you to the hospital, not washing you off in the bath." You sank into a comfortable silence as you washed all the dried blood away. Water alone wouldn't wash away the smell though, of either blood or beer. "Just sit there for a moment longer, okay? I'm just gonna give you a proper wash."

Rinne sank into your touch as you lathered shower gel into his skin as gently as you could, and you realised this was the first time either of you had properly touched each other in months. You wanted to cry, but apparently he beat you to it, hiccoughing slightly between sobs. It was that that finally broke you, and you let your own tears run freely, even as you continued to wash his body.

Eventually, you turned the shower off and ushered him out of the bath, both of you still crying while you patted him down with a towel. You were just about to hook an arm around him to lead him to the bedroom when he latched onto you, head burying into your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled into your skin. "I don't even remember why I yelled at you but I'm so fucking sorry I did- I don't want to be without you... I'm sorry for the fights and the yelling and the-" Here he hiccoughed, and pulled back, "everything. I'm sorry for everything. Please don't hate me."

He'd cried once or twice after you'd fought before, but never this much. You knew that on some level it was alcohol driven, but Rinne had always been at his most sincere while drunk, and that meant that this apology was as truthful as you were going to get out of him. Your own tears had just been beginning to slow, but they started up again in an instant.

"I don't hate you, Rinne. I never could. But when you're an asshole I need you to admit that, rather than waiting for me to run back to you and pretend you weren't. But... let's talk about it tomorrow, yeah? We need to get you into bed." He nodded, following you down the hallway to the master bedroom, but he hesitated at the door.

"Stay with me. Please?" And when he looked at you like that, how could you refuse?

[the-sympathetic-villain]

U!patton and Remus for the Remus prompt. my friend and I had an idea where Patton forces Remus to wear a muzzle so he can’t talk

Okay, I don't know how to write short prompts so I went a little overboard on this. I also threw in some protective Janus just for fun. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Pure Thoughts

Description: Remus makes his way over to the light side of the Mindscape to patch up his relationship with Virgil, but he doesn't quite make it to his friend.

Characters: Remus, Patton, Janus, Virgil and Logan Mentioned Pairings: Platonic Dukeciet Word Count: 3256 Warnings: Remus-Type Content (Sexual Innuendo, Somewhat Graphic Descriptions, Etc), Threats, Attempted Erasing of a Side, Swearing, Death mention, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Unsympathetic Patton (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Remus poked his head into the dim, empty corridor of the mindscape, pausing to check for the other sides before tiptoeing around the corner. Any other night, he'd be making his way down the hall with cymbals on the feet and a kazoo in his mouth, but tonight was the night to be covert. For once, he was actually trying not to be noticed, and notably, he was succeeding. Which was as perfectly satisfying as his pet eldritch demon's tentacle slime, because the last time he'd made one of his more spectacular entrances in their shared spaces, the Microsoft Nerd™ had nearly blown a gasket.

He'd lectured Remus for nearly forty-five minutes about ‘optimal sleep schedules’ and ‘the importance of brushing your teeth’ or whatever the dork had been saying. Quite frankly, Remus hadn't been listening. Learning from his mistakes wasn't exactly his jam, and if nerdy Wolverine’s brain was too full of Crofter’s to have realized that, that seemed like a him problem.

Besides, that was the past. Right now, the future seemed so much juicer. His fabulously favorite emo had eased up on his prickly sarcasm enough to give him a chance to talk things out, and as ambivalent as he may pretend to be, he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity to make amends with his old friend. He wanted to salvage any small piece of their damaged relationship, so here he was, sneaking into the light sides' half of the mindscape to duke it out with his anxious nightmare.

The only challenge left was passing the other light sides’ rooms. Virgil's room of course had of course moved to the farthest corner of their space, making it the most difficult to reach without being noticed. Of course, he could make it easy if he cut across the common room. That way,  he'd miss Roman’s room entirely and the only one he'd have to worry about was—

“Hey, kiddo.”

Remus head spun on his shoulder to the sound of Patton’s voice. The usually friendly father figure's familiar voice filled the room with a soft kind of seriousness that sent shivers down Remus' spine. The chill in Patton's voice was new and unsettling, but still, Remus cracked a cocky grin as he stared into the shadows and waited for Patton's lecture. After a moment, the lamp on the far side of the room clicked on to reveal a seriously scary looking frown on Patton’s face. Remus straightened upright as a tingling of fear crept up his arms. The creep factor of the amber lighting alone would have put Remus' own efforts to shame, but this was Patton.

Pun-loving, puppy cuddling Patton.

Patty boy’s harmless.

Right?

Remus swallowed nervously before summoning up his usual carefree front and staggering across the soft carpet. “Hey, Padre. Sorry, if you were looking for a late night suck, but I'm actually in a bit of a hurry. Maybe later—”

“Language, Remus.”

Remus stalled at the coldness in Patton’s tone. He licked his lips. The hostility in the air was nearly palpable as Remus stared across the room, trying to get a gauge on this new side Patton. It wasn't often one of the other sides left Remus speechless, but he was unsure of how to react to such an open display of hostility, especially from the side whose entire being was rigged toward being nurturing. Oh, well. There wasn't much else for him to do and he was on a schedule tonight. Remus let out a breath, falling back on familiar habits as an attempt to cover his exit. “Don't get your panties in a bunch, Patty daddy. I know you’re not the type blow and go without a sticky emotional mess, but you don’t have to worry—”

“You’re not going, Remus.”

Remus’ grin faltered at the finality in Patton’s voice, biting his lip as he eyed the direction of Virgil's room. “Um, what?”

“Virgil’s been doing so good.” Patton growled as he rose to his feet. Remus' feet felt like lead holding him in place while Patton moved to block his way. “I finally got my kiddo realizing how toxic you are to him and I’m not going to let you play with him anymore.”

Remus' mustache twitched with displeasure at the insinuation, though a part of him wasn't denying Patton's brusque statement. “Listen, Pattycake. As well as you play the daddy dom role, Virgil asked for me to come and I don’t see where this is your business, so I'll just be—"

“Virgil needs help knowing what's good for him.” Patton continued as a deep hatred started to burn in his eyes. “and that isn't you, Remus.”

Remus brushed him off, starting towards the door. He'd only made it a few steps before Patton waved his hand the door disappeared. Defensiveness turned to frustration as he reeled on Patton. “You can't just—”

“Go back to the whole where you belong before force you into your place.”

Remus froze as Patton's stomp connected with the ground, sending a shiver across his skin as the particles of his body destabilized. A choking breath caught in his throat and his hands shot to his chest in a manic frenzy as his body solidified again. He glanced up at the dangerous sparkle in Patton's eye. Remus was alive for now, but he got the feeling Patton wasn’t done with him yet.

“Hold on, Pat. Let's talk about this—” A bead of sweat dripped down Remus temple as he began stepping away from the door. His hands lingered in the air as he tried to reason with Patton. “—I thought we were good. The human pocket protector told you it was best to play nice with me. I get you don't like me, and it don’t have to be an orgy or nothing, but you can't just piss all over the nerd's hypoth—”

“Shut up.”

Remus sucked in a sharp breath as a black, leather muzzle appeared over his face. The leather molded to his skin as his hands shot to his face in a sudden manic moment of fear. Desperately, he pulled at the leather with all the force he could muster as the glowing rage in Patton’s eyes slowly backed him into a corner.

“I'm sick of you bullying Logan and dragging Virgil down.” The lights in the room flickered as Patton cried out and shoved Remus to the ground. “I don't care what Thomas says or Logan thinks. You don’t deserve to stay. Thomas is better off without you."

Remus hesitated. His hands lingered on the muzzle as his eyes flitted the door back to his own room. He knew he could retreat to his own room, but the idea of letting Virgil think he’d stood him up gave him pause. The choice was made for him a moment later when  Patton’s power vibrated in the air and Remus let out a muffled cry as he felt his being wavering. The particles of his body began to weaken and fade as his resistance crumbled. He was unable to push back or even speak as Patton started to force him into the subconscious.

“Virgil will be disappointed when he realizes you forgot about him,” Patton whispered as Remus tipped his head up to meet the horrifying smile spread across Patton's face. “but he'll understand once you’re gone. I'll make sure he knows how bad you really are.”

Panic shot to Remus’ heart as he clutched at his fading body, choking as the muzzle as it grew tighter on his lips.

“I should have put that muzzle on you years ago." Patton’s laugh cracked in his ear. “Your silence is music to my ears. Finally, we can be good. Thomas can be good without you hear to ruin—"

“Is everything okay in here?”

Remus let out a heaving breath as his body hit the ground. He clutched his hands to his body, feeling around to make sure he was still fully there as Patton's grip loosened on him.

“Mind your own business, Janus.”

“Remus is my business. You made it clear years ago that he is my responsibility.” A flicker of worry flashed over Janus' eyes as Remus glanced up to him, but his gaze remained cold and distant as he maintained eye contact with Patton. “In fact, I think I'll be taking him now.”

Remus fingers raised to his lips as Patton’s muzzle fell away at Janus’ snap. His body was numb as Janus moved between him and Patton, extending a hand down to him. Remus swayed, staring at the fury in Patton's eyes as Janus pulled him to his feet.

“You have no right—”

“I think you'll find that I'm quite within my rights to do as I please.” Janus muttered as he absently brushed the dust from Remus’ shirt and shot a deathly glare at Patton. "but if you want to test that theory, I have no problem getting Thomas involved.”

Patton growled his discontent as Janus stepped forward to shield Remus from Patton's gaze. The silence hung over them, weighing heavy on Remus' shaking body, until the air shifted and Patton took a step back. “Keep him away from Virgil or I may not be so forgiving next time.”

“Don’t worry. You've won this battle, Morality, but I hope you know that Virgil will start to question your iron grip on him eventually. I taught him better than to simply follow others.” Janus muttered bitterly. His head bowed in reluctant acceptance of Patton's good grace, though his voice remained rebellious as their eyes remained locked together. “ He will not accept your word on blind faith.”

“Virgil will learn not to question me when he realizes how toxic you are to him. He can be molded into something better, unlike the cretin you're using so much of your dwindling energy to protect.” Patton spat as he turned to the door. “Now, go back to your hole before I change my mind."

“Remus, go.” Janus shoved him to the door.

“But—”

“For once in your life, don’t argue with me.” Janus muttered as he guided the shell-shocked Remus back to the dark sides' hallway. His voice dropped after a few steps and he glanced down at Remus. “Not a single word until he can't hear us. Got it?”

Remus nodded, still numb as Janus dragged him toward his own room. He could hear Janus’ breathing become heavy as he guided Remus through the narrowing hallways with an unnatural speed, not stopping until they reached Remus' black door at the end of the hallway.

“Jan—”

“Not yet, Re.” Janus whispered as he cast one last suspicious glance down the empty hallway before shoving Remus inside the narrow door frame.

“Janus, what the h—”

Remus' diatribe was knocked out of him as Janus' body slammed into his chest. He froze as Janus' arms curled around him, unsure of how to process the man's tight grip. He tensed, ready to struggle when he realized Janus was actually hugging him.

“Are you hurt?”

“What? No—” Remus whispered. His body went limp as released him enough to look him up and down. “I'm—I'm fine, Jan.”

“I'm going kill that self-righteous bastard.” Janus seethed. His grip on Remus' shoulders tightened as he stared past Remus to the closed door. “How dare he threaten you—”

“Janus—”

“—and especially when you were actually working to make things right with Virgil—"

“I don’t—” Remus blinked as Janus' words registered in his mind. "Wait, how did you know that's what I was—"

“I mean, where does he even get off thinking he can control Virgil's life without his input anyway?" Janus growled, gesturing abruptly to the door. "Virgil isn’t some helpless child. He’s able to make his own decisions—"

“Am I on fucking mute or something?”

“—and you!” Janus spat, gesturing towards the Remus. Remus immediately flinched at Janus' anger, though he wasn’t sure what he'd done to deserve the lying side's ire. “He could have killed you—”

"What?" Remus flailed as Janus grabbed the collar of his shirt like a disobedient child. “Hey, that's not fair! I didn’t know that Pattoncake was secretly a sadist—”

“You should have been more careful—"

Remus' head reeled as Janus spun him around, but he managed to stifle his nausea long enough to shout at Janus. “Jan—For fuck's sake, either fuck me or take my head off your fucking chopping block—”

Janus blinked, finally taking in Remus' red face as he swayed uneasily in Janus' grip. “What?”

"Listen, I like it rough and all but if I knew that you could manhandle me like that—" Remus blinked blearily as Janus loosened his grip. "Fuck the possibilities are endless, but—"

"Remus, I'm really not in the mood for your games tonight—"

“I'm not playing—Just ignore all of that. I needed to get your attention because you wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise. ” Remus muttered, waving his hands as he found his bearings. “Jan, you—you frickin' saved me.”

"Now is the time you decide to censor yourself?"

"I'm trying to give you a compliment, Janus." Remus cut him off with a wave of his arms. "Hello, I wasn't expecting to become a damsel in distress but you make a hell of a knight in shining armor to have actually stepped in to save me.

“Of course, I saved you." Janus muttered after a moment, dipping his head in embarrassment. "I felt Patton’s emotions start to well up. I knew he was going to cause trouble and I wasn't about to leave you to his mercy.”

“What so you mean you felt him?” Remus mouth dropped in confusion.

Janus shrugged as his gaze dropped to the ground, still agitated. “I feel a lot of things Patton does.”

“But why?” Remus growled angrily as Janus clammed up. "Just spit it out already, Jan—"

“Because he's Thomas’ biggest lie.” Janus blurted out without thinking, gesturing to the door.

“What?” Remus whispered as he watched Janus begin to pace the room.

“The source of Thomas’ morality is corrupt.” Janus yelled, though he was quickly losing steam. “Not Thomas himself. God, not Thomas. But his insistence on clinging to his purity complex and thinking he can please everyone if he just tries hard enough—It's the most insidious evil that's ever taken root in him.

Remus went quiet as Janus explained and everything suddenly began to click into place.

“Thomas can't just turn his attention away from every reality he doesn't like.” Janus shrugged as he looked up at Remus. “Trying to eliminate anything uncomfortable or unpleasant in his life is a slippery slope to much more dangerous ideas.”

“Okay,sure, but this is still happy pappy, sunshine-coming-out-of-his-ass Patton. You sure you don't got a screw loose in that big brain of yours?” Remus managed to blurt out in exasperation. The scene had just played out before his own eyes,  but he couldn't help that his brain turned to fuzz every time he attempted to process it. “Ya know? Maybe, we’re in a some sort of shared delusion.  I mean, I know he's cute and all but now's not the time to think with your other head—”

"Remus," Janus let out an exasperated sigh as he glared at Remus. “I know you can’t help it but I would strongly prefer you think before you speak, like a normal person—”

“But, Jan. Come on—"

“His perceived innocence is part of the ruse, Remus. Why do you think Thomas' Logic is blind to his actions?” Janus muttered as his voice became nearly manic. "Why do you think his Creativity fawns over him and his Anxiety is soothed by him?"

Remus giggled as the human side of Janus' face became a brilliant shade of red. "Couldn't just be that he's just more personable than you, Janus?"

"Remus, I swear I'll strangle you myself—"

“Ya know, it's not often I'm the one fighting to talk over you.” Remus interrupted as he giggled and leaned into Janus' fury with a crooked grin. “If I knew you'd get all hot and bothered by Patty getting rough with me, I would’ve shoved my—"

“If you value your life, you will not finish that thought.” Janus muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “This is serious, Remus. You—You could have died.”

“Everything’s always serious, Jan-Jan. You should give yourself a break.” Remus grinned, gesturing up and down at himself. "Do I look dead to you?"

“I know, but—”

Remus' grin widened as he rambled. “I mean, I've got a plan for when the heart attack kills you and all, but I'm not like dying to use it.”

“That's not the—Wait, you do?”

“Well, yeah. I wouldn't let you go out without a bang." Remus' grin widened as Janus turned up him curiously. "Figured I'd have some fun with it and put your head under someone’s covers. It’s very Godfather-esque.”

“Huh—" Janus leaned back, suddenly contemplative to Remus' proposal. "To whom would you do this?”

“Well, not Pattycake anymore.” Remus laughed, patting Janus on the back. “Maybe, Roman though. He needs good jolt every once in a while.”

“He certainly could stand to come down a few notches on his ego.” Janus sighed, rolling his eyes. He paused, finally taking a breath as he stared at Remus unfaltering smile. “I have no idea how you're managing to stay calm after what just happened."

“Well, that's easy." Remus purred with cocky smile as he leaned into Janus. “I got my big, bad protector here with me.”

"I got lucky, Remus." Janus huffed. “If I hadn't have been paying attention to Patton's power flaring up,  you would've—”

“Whatever, you felt that Patty boy was about to turn me to dust and you showed up.” Remus brushed off Janus' excuses. “That means something, Jan—Means a lot to me actually.”

Janus blinked as he looked up to the suddenly serious expression on Remus' face.

“The deadly dad freaked me out and I have to admit he had me kinda buying the story that I'm not that great of an influence on Virgil—” Remus sighed as he let his grin dropped away. “— or Thomas even, but I figure if you saved me, I can’t actually be all bad.”

“You’re not bad, Remus.”

“Yeah, well, even I need a reminder of that every once in a while.” Remus smiled. He shifted on his feet as he looked up at Janus. “So, thanks.”

“Anytime, Re.” Janus smirked at Remus' sincere smile. "I've always got your back."

“I know you do.” Remus breathed with a worried glance back at his door. “Saving me might have been the easy part though, Jan. Patton didn't seem like he was gonna let our Stormy Nightmare go.”

“Virgil will see through his lies,” Janus breathed as tasted the air. “The power's shifting and he can't hold me back forever. We aren't going down without a fight, and once Thomas sees his true nature, the game's over for Morality.”

“Well, better get cracking then,” Remus grinned. “before Patton finishes brainwashing 'em all.”

Janus nodded with a glance at the wall as a sudden chill ran up his spine. He could feel someone watching, but he supposed it didn’t matter. There was no turning back now. “Yes, Remus. I think it’s time to start pushing back.”

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