#i mean look at those flutter sleeves peaking out

[rosedere]

hii if your request still open, can i request yandere azul forcing his darling to make love with him because he afraid his darling's first would be taken by someone than him, so he had to take it first, leading to noncon. he get a little pushy, and sometimes guilt trip his darling. can you do this with a fem darling?

thank you so much if you take this request, not pressuring you to take this of course. have a nice day💐

oooh Non con 🤤…

Ever since I got to that ONE quote from *redacted* in Episode 62 of Bleach im on my *Older men with glasses manipulating a younger Darling that thinks their in love with them* kick heh…

Tears of Venus (Yan! Azul Ashengrotto x Fem! Reader)

Tw: Non Con, Manipulative Azul, Stalking, Age Gap (Azul is like 21 and your like 18 and NRC is a college bc nahhh 🤢 im depraved but not like that 😭), Harassment/ Touching, Virginity Loss, Creepy Azul, Suicide Attempt mention

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"Azul, you've been a bit quiet this session" you placed your violin on the plush leather sofa of the Monstro lounge where you stood, watching carefully at the Housewarden for any sign of why he was uncharacteristically sad about this practice.

He kept his eyes focused on his piano workbook in front of him, his fingers still hovering over the keys as if he were memorizing another song different from the one you both agreed on.

"Azul.."

You lowered your music stand the squeak from the metal hitting the bottom of the stand part you were approaching the wide bench where he was seated, soothing your mini skirt as you elegantly sat next to your friend on the dark leathery seat in front of the piano.

"Did I accidentally miss my cue? Or did I not go up with my bow in time again" you asked.

He was lost in his mind, still touching the keys of the middle of the grand piano.

You no better reached out to gently get his attention meaning to grab the sleeve of his dorm uniform.

But you were able to feel his naturally moisturized skin that was rumored all Mer's had.

A blush dusted the tops of your cheeks realizing you had touched his actual skin.

Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed as Azul's piercing hues locked onto the side of your cheeks, instead of the fury that he held for you messing up his silent practice however it seemed he was focused on watching you through fluttering lashes.

"you know (Name) there's something I've been meaning to ask you"

His hand suddenly trapped your unsuspecting ones, larger than your own but your attention was at its peak as you focused on his now cheerful demeanor.

You waited for his follow-up question, a feeling of something sour in your stomach was acting as a warning to what was to come from the older Housewarden's mouth.

"Why do you always come to these music meetups" He asked a tremble to his naturally pouty toned voice, "No one else has ever wanted to play music with me as you do"

"it makes me wonder if there are ulterior motives"

A fleeting touch on the hand was starting to morph into him eyeing and aiming for the naked part of your leg that was exposed from your pleated skirt.

"I sure am flattered someone as young as you would want to be with me"

You pulled back sitting as far on the bench as you could, laughing was all you could, He must be playing a trick on you or something, Azul was so sweet and kind to you as an upperclassman, he was always trying to protect you from the bullies those Twin eels that found entertainment terrorizing you after all at no cost besides him being able to talk to you in the lounge after classes ended for the day.

Just your best friend.

"I just came because I love music and you are the only friend I have at this school" You nervously rubbed the back of your neck, Azul still looked at you with a gentle and focused gaze towards your face and torso.

"oh really? I find that hard to believe with how beautiful you are for a mere Freshman"

You could only grin and give a half-lidded smile before shrugging off the comment.

"I'm surprised you have so many compliments today"

Azul was beginning to close the distance from you, this time you only let him close the distance, his eyes once more scanning the valley and crevice of the low cut-off shoulder shirt you had on it seemed.

"(Name)"

"Are you wearing a bra underneath that tight shirt"

Your throat instantly dried as you felt him once more latch to your skirt, tugging slightly at the fabric.

"or is it just because I'm nearby"

"Azul- that's not funny" you giggled a strangled laugh, wanting to just excuse yourself to the bathroom at this Glancing over Azul's shoulder in the hopes there was someone around in the Octavinelle Lounge, hell even Floyd, the scariest one of the twins was maybe sitting at the table underneath the fishes that swam by around this time in the evening reading a book to at least have heard what Azul was saying to you.

But it was as if everyone was gone; it was just you and Azul.

"I wasn't trying to be funny (Name)" his tone was serious.

His graceful eyes were now clouded with just your fearful, almost leaking eyes back in the reflection of his own.

"Look, I think I might go…" You cleared your throat, picking up your shirt to cover more of your exposed collarbone.

"it was fun to practice today, I'll just come back tomorrow" You smiled, soothing your skirt you stood up quickly retreating to your violin resting on the sofa, your Case closed beside the end of the Sofa.

Damn… of all times you couldn't make a clean getaway.

"so, it is true what I've heard about you then.." Azul's fragile tone rang out in the empty lounge, the sound of broken glass with the pieces still shattering fully into shiny crystals on a hard surface.

You didn't confront him, only opening the case and hoping to god you didn't forget your rosin on the stand.

"You do just use people for your gain then…"

A sniffle.

This time you did look back, his stormy blues now dotted with a few crystal tears.

"I thought you did love to play music and share a hobby with me but it seems you just wanted me to get rid of your bullies and that's all--"

A strangled sob came from his throat as he covered his face in shame with his gloved hands seemingly defeated and heartbroken at the edge of the bench.

Your eyes widen, abandoning your violin and leaving it in the velvet case you stand up to walk to the hunched-over Man.

"no, no of course not Azul don't cry" Disregarding the strange guilt mixed with a deep pit of regret you approached Azul.

He only continued to cry into his gloved hand.

And against your better judgment…

After all, how would you know a hug was what would trigger him?

You comforted all your friends this way, Guys and Girls alike.

Instead of teary and snot-full heartbreak on Azul's face, it was something of pleasure, you honestly had never seen someone look at you like that before.

His arms were too strong to push him away from your vulnerable arms, after all, he was a proficient magician in Twisted Wonderland, being propped up against the piano a symphony of out-of-tune and broken notes escaped as your back hit the top of the piano, His mouth taking your first kiss.

One of the many first that night in the silent lounge.

No one came to save you, despite the strangled moans, being stripped naked on the bench of the piano as Azul strangely touched you over the most sensitive part of your lips down there.

He didn't hurry, no, not at all.

Taking care to pinch and pebble your sensitive breast, he was eager to get his pants off, revealing his member poking the entrance to your untouched flower.

It was uncomfortable despite how hard he had made you squirt some liquid out of you just from his long lithe fingers.

The lewd moan that escaped you and the excited lustful gaze Azul had as he thrusted into your impossibly tight heat, a trickle of liquid, your virginity dripping onto the bench below your disregarded skirt as you felt him kiss and bite at any skin that was around the nape of your neck, carefully thrusting inside of you filling you up completely.

Sweet nothings and promises were all that was whispered in your ear beside the sinful squelch you were resounding off from your body alone.

He was making you feel good…

Yes…

Azul loves his beautiful Venus…

After what felt like hours was when you gasped, the feeling of something warm spreading underneath your full and gaping cunt was the signal that you had both become one.

Azul pulled himself off of you, admiring the dazed and sweaty body you now had shared with him, drinking up the image of you as he zipped his pants up.

"You don't know how bad I want to do this Again (Name)" He smiled a toothy grin.

You couldn't even respond, still looking up at the ceiling of the ocean dorm.

"oh don't give me the silent treatment after I gave my heart To you just now"

You could feel his large grey overcoat drape over your naked testament of his love.

The pale blues never leave any part of your body.

"come on, I'll go see if we can get you cleaned up" He playfully responded.

"I can make your favorite drink, on the house of course for this special Night" Azul chuckled.

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Azul: I'm sorry (Name) I just couldn't control myself.

Azul: I've loved you for a long time and I hadn't even had sex either you were the one I wanted to spend my first on over any other bimbo in this school.

Azul: please just Answer the phone (Name) I want to hear you before…

Azul: I do something I can't come back from.

Azul: you know I still have the knife, or maybe I might make it hurt and use pills this time.

Azul: You've been talking to other men You whore.

Azul: you got your virginity taken once and now you probably look for anything.

Azul: (Name)

Azul: (Name) where are you?

Azul: I'm outside your dorm, I know you're upstairs the light is on.

Azul: Sea angel I just want to see you again, I won't hurt you anymore.

Azul: let's just start over again, Pretend this never happened.

Azul: (Name)?

Azul: (Name)

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Note: Thanks For requesting Anon! :D (cough is this was long but it’s the exception it’s Tako Month a wonderful occasion)

[rambleonwaywardson]

10/10

A To the Moon and Back "drabble"

Author's note: My lovely beta reader hit me with a pickup line today, and then I wrote this for the gay space boys. The same silly line, over a decade apart ❤

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It’s about 11pm on October 10th, and Gale has been at his desk for hours. Literally. He even ate dinner at his desk sometime around 8:00, and he hasn’t gotten up since then either. Bucky managed to sneak a couple pieces of pizza out of the dining hall for him after he didn’t give into the pleas of “Come on Gale, just take a break for thirty minutes.”

Gale doesn’t particularly want to know how Bucky got the pizza out of the dining hall without being seen by the staff, or what said pizza may have touched in the process. It wasn’t much, and it was cold by the time Bucky made it back, but it made Gale’s stomach stop growling enough to get back to work.

He’s had to pee for a while, but he keeps just kinda forgetting to actually get up and walk down the hall to the bathroom, too focused on the equations running through his head. He’s sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, his toes curled over the edge of his dorm-standard wooden chair, his sweatshirt sleeve pulled over the hand he isn’t writing with and a pencil gripped too tight in the other. Crumpled pieces of notebook paper litter the floor around him.

He’s jumped from task to task over the last several hours: fighting with C++ in Programming for Aerospace Systems to cramming for his Modern Physics exam to solving a problem set for mechanics II. That’s just how midterm season is.

Gale, for some fucking godforsaken reason, decided to throw himself into one of the most demanding majors the university has to offer, and that means that he doesn’t actually have a “midterm season” or whatever. His midterms start about three weeks into the semester and end about two weeks before finals, with a rise in intensity during October. Like a bell curve, where the median represents the peak of Gale’s exhaustion.

His own handwriting is starting to swim in front of him now. There’s too many variables on this damn piece of paper, and he’s the one who neatly wrote them beneath the problem that he copied down from the textbook. The stepped shaft is subjected to cyclic bending due to a transverse shear stress varying from neg to pos 3.5kN. He has a sketched drawing of the problem on the paper in front of him, with diameters, radii, and forces labeled. He needs to determine the safety factor, which means he has to find the moment of inertia and the bending moment of the cut in order to find the nominal and maximum bending stress – sigma nom and sigma max – and then he has to use those to find…

Fuck. 

This should not be that hard. It’s not that hard. He’s done this kind of problem dozens of times now. He’s got it drawn out. He just needs to… he needs to… fuck what even is ‘k’???

Maybe Bucky was right when he told him he needed to give it a rest an hour ago. He feels like his head is stuck in quicksand and he can’t even remember how he got as far into the problem as he has, and his brain just doesn’t like what he needs to do next and he can’t get himself to write out the next equation.

He flicks his pencil out of his hand so it rolls to the back of the desk, knocking into a framed photograph of him and Marge, and he drops his forehead onto his knee with a thunk.

He feels so fucking stupid.

“Hey Buck?”

“Mmm?” Gale doesn’t even look up at the sound of Bucky’s voice. His roommate – wait, boyfriend, now. John is his boyfriend now – has been sitting on the twin bed opposite Gale’s, watching a movie on mute on the too-small TV set up on top of their mini fridge.

“Are you today’s date?”

Gale sighs and lifts his head, looking at Bucky with an unamused arched eyebrow. He is not in the mood for jokes or unnecessary questions. But Bucky’s smile is bright, and it makes that little ‘I have a boyfriend!’ piece of Gale’s heart flutter despite himself.

“What?” he asks.

“Are you today’s date?” Bucky repeats. “‘Cause you’re a ten outta ten.”

Gale blushes and looks shyly away from Bucky, wrapping his arms tighter around his legs even though the position is becoming uncomfortable. He hides his smile against his knee.

Bucky isn’t deterred, though. He throws himself off the bed and kneels on the floor in front of Gale, movie forgotten. He’s shirtless, even though it’s freezing in their dorm right now, and his curls are a mess. Gale knows that if he looks at him his blush will only get brighter. But Bucky brushes back Gale’s hair and urges him to look at him anyway. “Get it?” he asks, flashing that dorky smile.

Gale rolls his eyes, but he leans into Bucky’s touch, warm fingers pressed to his cheek. “Yeah, John. I get it.”

“Good,” Bucky says. And he kisses him.

—

It’s about 9pm on October 10th, and Gale has been sitting on a stool next to the pool table for a good hour now. Jackie mixed him some non-alcoholic drink that she called ‘the Cleven,’ something special since he’s getting married tomorrow, she told him. He doesn’t even know what’s in it, but it’s damn good, and he’s on his second glass of the night. The whole wedding party is in town, even their old Air Force buddies, and everyone is gathered at the Hundred Proof. Gale, John, Marge, and Curt argued at length about whether or not they should have two separate bachelor parties – Bucky referring to Gale’s as the bachelorette party the whole time – but since their attendants are all about equally good friends with both of them, they decided to bring everyone together for the night instead.

A decade of friendships and found family consolidated into one, cacophonous room.

Curt, Brady, John, and Rosie are playing pool, Gale having played a couple games himself before losing interest. It’s a game his dad loved – a bit too much just like everything else – and therefore a game that Gale himself never cared for. But being able to shoot pool is basically a requirement of the USAF and JSC families, so he’s learned to like it well enough.

The guys have all had a few drinks, and their technique is getting messier the more games they play. The other wedding attendants have been rotating in and out; Marge and Helen really gave Murph and Crank hell last game. As usual, people are playing darts behind Gale or gathering around the pool table to watch the game, dancing to the music playing through the bar or snacking or drinking or just talking and hanging out. It’s been nice to catch up with the guys they haven’t seen in a while.

Sitting on the stool, Gale leans back against the wall behind him and laughs as Rosie completely misses a shot, collapsing forward onto the pool table in embarrassment. Inwardly, though, Gale’s feeling increasingly nervous as the night goes on, and he’s a little mad about it. He was talking to Croz and Alex, but they headed off to get more drinks from the bar, leaving him to his own devices as he watches the others descend further into mild chaos. He mindlessly wipes his thumb over the side of his glass, smearing the condensation.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

He’s getting married tomorrow.

To a man that he’s been in love with for half of his life.

And then his new husband is launching himself off the planet.

To the moon.

He’ll be the first man to step on the moon in 50 years.

And Gale will be… here. Just… hoping nothing goes wrong.

There’s too many thoughts running around his head, and he almost wishes he were halfway to drunk like everyone else just to clear them out. He’s getting married tomorrow. That’s nerve wracking enough on its own even if he’s been looking forward to this day for the better part of a decade. And add onto that the whole moon thing? What if something happens to Orion? What if something happens to Starship? What if something happens to John’s EVA suit? What if…

“Hey angel!”

“Mmm?” Gale blinks at the sound of Bucky’s voice cutting through the grime of his catastrophizing brain. He rubs a hand tiredly over his face and looks around.

His boyfriend – no, fiancé, nearly husband – is at the other end of the pool table, leaning against it with the end of his pool cue resting on the floor beside him like a staff. He’s putting more chalk on the tip, but his eyes are right on Gale. “Are you today’s date?” 

Gale sighs and crosses his arms, resting his half-empty glass against his bicep. “What?”

“Are you today’s date?” Bucky repeats, handing the chalk to Curt. The other guys all stifle a laugh. “‘Cause you’re a ten outta ten.”

Gale rolls his eyes, but he can’t stop the blush that colors his cheeks or the way the corner of his mouth pulls up into a smile. He tries to hide it behind his drink, taking a sip of whatever concoction Jackie’s given him. But Bucky’s dorky, love-struck smile is the same as it’s always been, and the ‘I’m getting married tomorrow!’ part of Gale’s heart jumps a little bit.

“Get it?” Bucky asks as he wanders over towards Gale, leaning the pool cue against the wall so he can use both hands to pull Gale up off the stool.

Gale doesn’t protest when his fiancé’s hands find his waist, and he lets the touch ground him. “Yeah, Bucky, I get it.”

“Good,” Bucky whispers. And he kisses him.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hot Chocolate

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Fictional Advent Day Eight

so maybe for Newt, you can make an AU story where y/n is a waitress at a restaurant and Newt comes with another girl who’s a mean girl on a date and y/n serves them but the girl that Newt is on the date with is really rude to y/n and is calling her rude names, and it gets to the point where newt gets so upset with the mean girl and yells at her and newt hangs with y/n instead. It’s just a little idea I thought was good! Take your time and happy holidays!

I rushed around like a bumble bee busy with the bustle of the malt shop, listening to the Christmas music playing gently mixed with people cluttering cutlery and crockery as well as the bell often tolling on the door as people came and went, the snow fluttering sweetly down the sky. 

“Thank you so much happy holidays” a lady smiled as she and her family left the table

“Happy holidays” I smiled going to clear their little booth by the window tidying up and adding the five-dollar tip to my little Christmas-themed gingerbread house moneybox, as I started on some more coffee for those at the counter

“Hey uhh, I had a little favour to ask?’ a voice spoke up and I looked and saw a guy who had just come in, in some nice shoes that had a dusting of snow on them, some brown suit pants, a little orange t-shirt and a white button-down slipping off his large coat with a fluffy inside as well as a dark red scarf

“You can ask, I don't know what the answer will be but you can ask”

He chuckled a little “I know it's a big ask but could I take a booth?”

“Booths are normally reserved for parties of four or more you have three friends coming?”

“No, I uhh I have a first date. I know it goes against the rules but you think you could let it slide?”

“No problem, take number seven it has a lovely view over the bridge”

“Thank you”

“Your welcome, and hey if they don't look like their picture just order a blue raspberry pancake and I'll get you out of there”

“Thanks, hopefully, I won't need to” he laughed heading over to the booth setting his stuff down and fixing himself up in the reflective side of the napkin dispenser, I made a note about him and went on with my shift luckily the rush was over and things were dying down, I often passed the guy and offered him coffee or tea but he always politely declined and only got more and more nervous as time went on.

Until she arrived.

I saw her walking down the street before she even got into the shop as she pointed her nose high making it the peak of her face, sunglasses that took up almost all of her face, and nails long enough to pick a lock within some little ugg style boots, a pair of tight leggings, a long sleeve white turtle neck with a beige fluffy vest she came in and put her glasses on her head.

“Hi,” She sighed offering her hand to him, “Newt?”

“Hi, you must be Olivia.” he smiled giving her hand a kiss,

“Yeah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, You’re just as beautiful as Minho said.” he smiled as they sat together, I gave them a while dealing with some other things before I finally went over

“Hi, how are you two doing today?”

“Uhh excuse me, can we get a male waiter.” She snapped at me

“Uhh we don’t have any male waiters”

“Fine. Whatever” She sighed

“Okay… What can I get started for you, Coffee? Tea? Hot Chocolate?”

“Eehhh just water. In a clean glass.” She snapped

“Sure” I nodded

“I’ll have a hot chocolate,” He smiled

“No problem, whipped cream?”

“Absolutely,”

“Candy cane?”

“Yeah that sounds nice”

“Excellent, I’ll be back with those feel to look at the menu for food” I smiled

“Okay we get it bye,” she said angrily

So I just headed off and got her water and his hot chocolate and I took them over “Here we are” I smiled setting them down “You ready to order?”

“Uhh ohh my god! Will you stop jumping down our throats? How on earth would anyone be ready to order already it’s been two seconds”

“It’s been five minutes miss.”

“Are you talking back to me you chubby slop girl?”

“That is incredibly rude. She was just asking” He spoke up

“I’m not taking advice from someone who still eats sugar. That thing is like six suggested servings yeah no thank you.” She snapped

“I’ll give you another minute” I nodded heading away for a moment but before I even got to the counter she clicked her fingers at me

“Hey! Hey! Slop girl! Aren’t you going to take my order?”

“Yes Miss” I nodded as I headed back over

“Do you have anything that actually observes serving sizes?”

“Our plates are all designed for one person, unless they are specifically in the sharing or extra large section of the menu”

“So no. Fine. I will take a lobster and a salad”

“Miss… we don’t have that on the menu”

“I know I’m not stupid. But I want lobster.”

“We don’t have lobster here miss… we mostly just make pancakes, fries, burgers that sort of thing”

“Uhhhh clean my table again slop girl there must be carbs all over the table” she complained

“That is really rude, your are being insanely disrespectful. You choose for us to come here ” he said

“Maybe I’d be nicer if this slop girl could actually use her brain!” she yelled “Give me a side salad”

“One side salad” I sighed “You sir?”

“I won’t be ordering anything I’m sorry,” he said “I cannot go through with this I’m sorry”

“Aren't you gonna pay for my food?”

“No.”

“Ughhh!” She whined grabbing her stuff and marching out in a huff

“I am so so sorry”

“It’s okay, trust me you hear worse in this job” I answered “Could I get you a slice of cranberry pie? Ice cream on the side?”

“Yeah that would be really nice” he smiled

After a while, he came and moved to the counter and we chatted as I worked for a good while doing my best to cheer him up even giving him a free hot chocolate, and after a while he happily paid

“Thanks so much for everything”

“It's no trouble, Happy holidays”

“Happy holidays” he smiled before he headed out, I gathered up his stuff, and found out he had left a hundred-dollar tip and a note ‘I’m so sorry about her, and thank you so much for cheering me up. If you like I’d love to take you out for dinner one day your not working X Newt’ and then his number I chuckled a little and put it in my pocket so I could text him when I get off my shift. 

[bettsc]

I second all the things, @sullypants. I also spy another sweater to fawn over.

4.09

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

double dare, m | ksj, knj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader x namjoon — also yoongi x reader, implied ot7 x reader

summary: Kim Seokjin calls to issue a challenge. A (double) dare, if you will. He says you can't take two dicks at once. Kim Namjoon, his roommate, argues that you can. Well, you never back down from a dare, especially when it involves Seokjin and Namjoon.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, low-key horny crack + chaotic energy; smut (fem reader, doggy, threesome, slight D/s dynamics, mild restraint, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, double penetration); non-idol!AU - ot7 x sex friend!reader, focusing on Seokjin and Namjoon in this one :D (cough with some Yoongi)

'journey (to the dick)' au aka you as the main character in harem hentai and BTS is your (horny af) harem

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“Yah!”

Smack!

“What? Ah, f-fuck!”

“I need you to get over here. There is a particular matter that needs to be discussed,” came the very serious, no-nonsense tone from your phone, speaking rather sternly for someone who called you three times in a row and forced you to answer in the middle of your, ahem, dick appointment.

You were holding the phone in one hand and your other was on the bed, fingers clutching the sheets, jerked forward periodically with firm, hard thrusts.

Someone was shouting behind the one on the phone.

“I told hyung that you could take dick in both holes and he doesn’t believe me!”

You immediately recognized that deep, sultry voice in the background. Still, you needed to address the accusation first.

“Kim Seokjin,” you panted. “What the fuck?”

You could hear his exaggerated eye roll. Well, you couldn’t, but you could, you know?

“Namjoon thinks you can take dick in the pussy and the ass at the same time,” Seokjin spat as if that was utter bullshit. “And that’s just not possible.”

Smack! “Why–” Smack! “Would–” Smack! “You–” Smack! “Think–” Smack! “I couldn’t – mmm, fuck, yes right theeere, fuck, so deep and so hard, ugh, you’re so good…”

Seokjin continued like you weren’t in the middle of getting fucked right that very second.

“Because, okay, you could take some small dick, sure, but us? Us? Come on, you totally couldn’t.”

“That was absolutely absurd of you to say so, Kim Seokjin,” you snapped, your words curling into a lustful moan as a firm hand pushed the small of your back down, forcing you to your elbow, leisurely spanking your ass hard with his open palm, keeping you on the edge, so close to hitting your peak but not quite there, thrusting steady but rough.

The headboard was hammering the wall at the same deliberate pace.

The neighbor who lived on the other side of the wall was cursing again.

“Are you both going to be home?” you gasped out, all of your muscles tensing. Almost…

Seokjin snorted. “Pfft, obviously, we are human beings who sleep, you know–”

“We’ll see about that.”

You hung up on him.

“I gotta go.”

Surprisingly, the deep, husky voice behind you actually responded.

“After this one.”

“You asshole, you are holding out – a-ah, wait, oooooooh, fuck!”

-

"I took a shower, Yoongi helped me clean all my bits, I dried my hair, went back home to put on a fresh dress and you're fucking ASLEEP, KIM SEOKJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

“Zzzzzzz – guh!”

Total chaos as you threw yourself onto Kim Seokjin’s lap, disturbing the perfect image of self-proclaimed Worldwide Handsome laying on the couch covered with a fluffy white blanket and squishy alpaca plush with a red neck scarf tucked in his inner arm, grabbing said plush and smacking him with it repeatedly as Seokjin lost his shit, flailing about and throwing his arms over his head, wailing at you to stop. His roommate, Kim Namjoon, was unabashedly cackling like a lunatic behind you.

“CEASE AND DESIST!”

“You–” FWOOP! “Bossy–” FLOOP! “Pillow–” BOOP! “Princess!”

“Namjoon, h-help!”

“Hell no,” Namjoon snorted in laughter. “I’m having a great time watching.”

“Yah!”

“First you doubt me, then you fall asleep on me, what’s next, you–”

Seokjin grabbed both your wrists, thinking he had won, already cheering for himself, only for you to plant your tits right onto his handsome face, his nose jammed right into your cleavage because of the sweetheart neckline of your red lace dress, hot breath warming your chest, brown eyes wide, grip on your wrists lessening in his shock. You yanked your hands out and clutched his head, sinking your fingers into his black hair, violently muffling his half-squeal, half-moan with your breasts, blaringly obvious that you weren’t wearing a bra because your prominent nipples were already hard and creating stiff peaks under the fabric, poking him incessantly in the cheeks.

You gasped as another pair of strong hands grabbed your forearms and made you release Seokjin’s head, forcing them up and your back to arch. A deep voice dipped down to caress your ear, not paying attention to Seokjin who did not detach himself from your tits.

He was making the most of it while you were distracted.

“Woah there, what do you think you’re doing?” Namjoon drawled, grip tightening, bending your arms back, elbows up, pressing your wrists to your upper back. “That’s not a punishment.”

You tried to breathe but Namjoon’s heavenly deep voice was taking your breath away.

“You know what punishments are.”

He pressed your head back, leaving your arms the way they were, and Namjoon’s sultry eyes appeared, half-lidded brown orbs completely visible because he had cut his hair very short now, dark gray-brown and spiked up, cocking an eyebrow at you. You whimpered at his gaze, suddenly feeling hotness on the curve of your breast, lips pressed to one of your nipples, and then wetness closing in, sucking you through lace and satin, the short flared skirt rising because of your spread thighs, but there was too much fabric between you and Seokjin’s hardness, the blanket and pajama pants and boxer briefs, so frustrating, about to lower your head to rectify that, but Namjoon’s palm pressed into your chin, fingers closing in around your cheeks, immobile.

“Where do you think you’re looking?”

Every time Namjoon smirked, one of his dimples peeked out at you. Ugh, so sexy.

“I… I’m s-supposed to be punishing Seokjinnie…” you gasped out, feeling said man’s teeth nicking at your nipple through your dress, his large hands closing in on your waist, pulling you closer, causing you to bend back more, unable to escape Namjoon’s grip and gaze.

Namjoon tilted his head, amused. “Yeah? Were you so, so mad that hyung wasn’t awake so you could show off how well you can take it in both holes?”

You didn’t want to whine and be pathetic, but Seokjin’s mouth and hands were all over your breasts and waist, pinching you through your clothes and sucking on the hard nubs, rushes of pleasure clouding your head and making you forget your defiance, remembering all the things Namjoon liked, like when you were so drunk on sex that you just gave into him, now whimpering and opening your mouth, your tongue sliding out, feeling him shift his palm, Namjoon’s finger leisurely tracing your lips. Your tongue followed, licking the pads of his fingers, rolling your body into Seokjin’s mouth, wanting to grab his shoulders but not letting yourself do so because Namjoon hadn’t allowed you to do so yet.

He liked you bad, but he also liked you obedient.

“W… Want it…”

You felt Namjoon’s other hand tangle in your hair, fingers molding to your scalp, sliding two of his long fingers into your mouth and making you suck on them, your eyelids fluttering as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, rubbing your tongue, pushing your arms down, your name growled by that deep, deep voice.

“Look at me.”

You fixated your eyes on Namjoon’s stern expression, shuddering as you felt Seokjin push the sleeves of your dress down, scooping out your breasts, moaning as his lips touched your skin, hot tongue teasing your hard nipples and you couldn’t tell him to do more or less, trapped by Namjoon’s fingers in your mouth and his hand in your hair, tugging at it lightly so you sucked his fingers like a cock, vision hazing out at the helplessness of it all.

Voluntary helplessness, to be clear.

“You want it? You had Yoongi-hyung fucking you earlier and now you want more? So dirty and so insatiable,” Namjoon taunted, not meaning it of course, because how could he mean it when he too wanted it all, knew you were insatiable and loved it as much as the rest of them, addicted to the feeling you gave him, pushing your head down, fingers still in your mouth. Seokjin raised his head, black hair, large brown eyes, pink lips lush and full and gorgeous, meeting the image of fingers sliding in and out of your glossy lips, your eyes glassy and reflected in his.

Namjoon pushed his fingers apart, opening your mouth.

Your tongue lolled out, swiping around his knuckle, staring into Seokjin’s eyes.

“F… Fuck…”

The oldest was dirty-minded but resistant in showing it, clenching his jaw, weakening as your fingers danced up his arms and you moaned his name messily between Namjoon’s long wet digits, tits pushed up by the neckline of your dress straining under them, knowing your sensuality was irresistible and infectious, placing your hands on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“I still… don’t think you can take us both at once…” he breathed, staring into your eyes.

You smirked, Namjoon’s fingers sliding out, saliva smearing onto your chin, the taste of his skin on your tongue.

“Only one way to find out.”

And you leaned in and kissed those perfect lips, soft and passionate kiss, wrapping your arms around him, fingers splaying over his back and in his hair, his name trapped in the kiss, sudden hardness pressing to your back, breaking the first kiss and turning your head to be trapped in another, full lips commanding the lip-lock, two different hands on your breasts, Seokjin and Namjoon toying with them, the rush of pleasure only just beginning.

-

“Whose face am I looking at?”

“Obviously mine,” Seokjin scoffed. “Do you even have to ask?”

You gasped. “But Namjoon is so handsome.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you want him to make you look at him, so that completely defeats the purpose of being forced when the default is you facing him.”

“Also, hyung thinks he’s the most handsome,” Namjoon chuckled, tugging your dress off, kisses across your chest as it left your body, hands travelling to push your panties down.

“No,” Seokjin choked, affronted as you moaned and gripped Namjoon’s shoulders, enjoying his powerful grip. “I am not that self-centered. I just happen to like how I look very much. Namjoon is very handsome, capable, and intelligent.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

Namjoon shoved a finger inside your wetness, making you stumble into the sofa, raising your leg to place it against Seokjin’s naked thigh, almost falling if it wasn’t for your ass being suddenly grabbed by Seokjin’s firm hands.

“You are still clumsy, Namjoon,” Seokjin sighed, lowering you slightly to look over your shoulder.

You reached back and held onto the sofa, Namjoon’s mouth on your nipple and his finger in your soaked pussy, thrusting deeply to match his swiping tongue, maddeningly slow but rough, so dangerous, losing your mind at the leisurely pace, trying to buck your hips to get more but Seokjin’s hands were preventing you.

You heard the oldest huff and make a disapproving tongue click.

“Not like that. She likes it faster than that.”

Namjoon knew that. Obviously.

Your eyes widened.

He smirked around your nipple as one of Seokjin’s hands left your ass.

“Seok– oh, fuuuck!”

You gasped as you felt another finger enter your dripping pussy, another finger of a different hand, stretching your walls and a different pace, faster, your eyes rolling back, head hitting Seokjin’s shoulder, but either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, your moans in his ear, Namjoon matching the rhythm, oh, shit, they were fingering you together, Seokjin from between your legs from behind and Namjoon from the front, the backs of their hands slick with your juices, Seokjin’s other hand still squeezing one ass cheek and Namjoon’s other hand on your waist, his mouth on your breasts.

“Come on, I know you’re close,” Seokjin muttered, exhaling hard. “I can feel your pussy sucking me in, asking for dick already.”

He was not normally one for dirty talk, but sometimes Seokjin let himself got lost in the lust, lost in the moment of your throbbing walls and shaking body, moans of their names tumbling from your lips, filling up their living room with obscenity and depravity, thrusting in unison, loud and wet and heavy breathing blending with your sound, pushed to the edge, thighs tensing, electricity flashing throughout your nerves.

“Namjoon, Seokjin, fuck!”

Wet squelch, sweet gush of your juices soaking their hands, your eyes rolling back, yelping as Namjoon’s hand retreated and Seokjin stuffed another finger in you. You didn’t need to say it, one glance at Namjoon and he could see it, harder, hyung, she can take it, gasping as Seokjin obeyed and Namjoon's wet fingers pressed onto your throbbing clit, wild howl at the contact, sparks of sensitivity because it was right after your orgasm, heat at your neck from Seokjin’s cheeks, his teeth finding your shoulder, biting it, maybe from his realization of how crazy this moment was or in the heated moment of wanting to feed you even more pleasure, but the sharp unexpected pain only hiked your moans, Namjoon rubbing your clit as Seokjin shoved his fingers into you hard and fast, the angle a little awkward but there was so much going on that it didn’t matter, already there once again, obsessed with the overabundance of ecstasy, I’m cumming, fuck, Namjoon, Seokjin, a-ah, clit engorged and pulsing strongly to Namjoon’s punishing touch, words jumbled and woven with breathless cries, orgasm crashing down and soaking Seokjin’s hand once more, thick and sweet and honey-like, viscous juices clinging to your inner thighs, painted with your high.

Namjoon leaned in, silencing your shuddering gasps with his mouth, deep kisses and swirling tongue dazing you, aftershocks flinching through your torso as he pressed his fingertips to your jerking core, lowering you from the crashing waves, whispering darkly against your lips.

“We haven’t even started.”

Releasing you, and you were already turning around, meeting Seokjin’s gaze and his panting smile, kissing it, sighing contentedly in his touch, just something about those lips and his large frame surrounding you, something about the way he shivered when you sucked his breath away and drank it, almost innocent, but not that innocent, because the second your wandering hand found the condom on the sofa and pressed it into his palm, his lips curved into a teasing grin, nipping at yours.

“Already?” he teased.

You reached between you and him, fingers ghosting his length, smirking at Seokjin’s gasp, gazing at him under your lashes.

“You get hard from kisses, Seokjinnie.”

“I – gah, d-don’t…”

But he didn’t mean it, of course not, because he was humping your hand that was closing around his hot, hardening cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum over the sensitive head, his jaw clenching at the feeling, desire and need clouding his eyes, pupils blown-out, ripping open the foil packet, heavier exhales, staring into your eyes.

“You want to look at me that bad, huh?” he breathed against your lips, fishing for it.

You gave it to him, exactly what he wanted.

“Mhm, Seokjin, I want to look at your handsome, perfect face while you fuck my pussy and Namjoon fucks my ass.”

He sucked in a breath, caught in his throat.

“You’re crazy, but so, so hot.”

Eh, you’ll take it.

You moved your hand and he rolled the condom down, yelping as you captured his lips again, addicted to his kiss and his soft cries, his hand and your hand guiding his stiff cock to your quivering pussy, already saturated with slickness, spread knees and lowering body, sinking down onto him, moaning into his mouth and he moaned into your throat, suffocating each other with your noises, rolling your hips and breaking the kiss, both of your faces pointed to heaven with the true heaven between your connected hips, pleasure at being filled and doing the filling, his hands on your ass to push you down.

“Hyung, spread her ass,” Namjoon ordered behind you.

You pitched forward slightly, wrapping your arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, gasping as you felt him tug outwards, sinking his fingers into your softness, your lips pressed to his cheek, his sweet voice murmuring your name, filling you with warmth despite being exposed so vulnerably.

You inhaled deeply, breathing in Seokjin’s clean scent.

Then you flexed your asshole, tightening and relaxing the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy.”

You gazed at him in your periphery, eyes widening as you realized Namjoon too was naked now, muscular body towering behind you, flicking open a bottle of lube and spreading it over his fingers, rubbing them together as they became shiny and slippery, catching your interested expression.

He smirked, dimple on display. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked in the door, Namjoon,” you smirked back, enamored with his seductive dark brown eyes.

He chuckled.

“Nah, you were ready the second Seokjin challenged you and said you couldn’t do it.”

Oops, he got ya.

You gasped hotly, feeling his fingers press up against your tight hole, tracing circles and teasing you, pushing into your ass in the opposing rhythm of Seokjin’s rocking hips, your hold on Seokjin’s shoulders tightening, hearing him gasp with you, watching two Namjoon’s fingers dip in and snake into the tightness, both of them inhaling sharply at the sound, wet squelch and your wanton cry, your hips rocking into it, pleasure shimmering all over.

“T-That’s still not a dick,” Seokjin managed to get out, still stubborn but mixed with awe regardless.

“Gotta stretch her out,” Namjoon chuckled. “Don’t wanna hurt our good girl, right?”

Well, if you weren’t in euphoria before, you definitely were there now.

“N… Namjoon-ah…”

“Shh, I got you, just enjoy.”

You arched your back a little more, Seokjin sliding down to accommodate, slowly thrusting and gasping at the sensation, turning to him and intense kisses, needing to occupy your mouth, fullness in your ass and your pussy, whimpering as your felt Namjoon’s fingers flex, nudging your muscles to relax, core throbbing, clenching around Seokjin’s stiff length instead, so good, oh, yes, it was so good, his kisses and slapping your hips down, wanting more, already chasing more, intoxicated by the feeling of both your holes being filled.

You heard the bottle of lube fall to the floor and the slick sound of hand on hardness.

Shivers up and down your spine.

“Say it.”

You broke Seokjin’s kiss, gasping.

“Tell us that you want it,” Namjoon growled.

Drunk on the idea, commanded by lust.

“P-Please, Namjoon…” you breathed, eyes hazy and half-lidded, staring at Seokjin. “Want you to fuck my ass as Seokjin fucks my pussy. Want you two to ruin me.”

The brown eyes beneath you widened, mouthing, you’re crazy.

You grinned, Namjoon’s fingers buried in your ass.

“Told you, hyung.”

His fingers pulled out, pushing the small of your back down with his palm. One a second to mourn the loss and then your eyes widened, the thick head of Namjoon’s cock pressed against your ass.

Wait, maybe you should have asked if Namjoon could be in your puss–

Too late.

“Oh, f-fuck!”

You clutched Seokjin’s shoulders, digging your nails into him as slowly, carefully, Namjoon’s girth entered your tight, tight hole, still tight even through he worked you up and stretched you out, the lube helping him slip inside, your mind going blank, realizing that maybe you went over your head a little, but too far to turn back and, to be honest, you didn’t want to turn back, the fullness already too good to regret it, gasping as Namjoon gripped your hips, holding you completely still as he bottomed out, hot breath on your shoulder blades.

Well.

Your mind wasn’t so blank that you forgot to speak.

“Still…” you panted, slowly grinning at Seokjin’s shocked and stunned face, his jaw dropped as he felt and witnessed it. “Think it’s impossible for me to take dick in both holes?”

“Y-Y-You…” he sputtered, choking a little as Namjoon began to move, his scrambled words mixing with your lustful moans. “Are absurd.”

It was almost too much, but Namjoon did not let you command the pace, instead firmly keeping you in one spot as he nudged Seokjin to move, guiding you both expertly, groaning when you pulsated around the two dicks, able to feel the reverberations from the closeness, body to body to body, trembling from the overwhelming sensation, Seokjin thrusting up from below, his handsome face tense, panting with effort.

“Oh, fuck… it’s so tight… fuck, I can feel it, I can feel his dick fucking your ass, that’s so weird…”

You weren’t quite sure what he expected to feel. What did Seokjin originally think he was getting into when he called you? He was the one who had been touting their superior size! What did he think it would feel like–?!

“A-Ah, y-yes, there, like that, oh f-fuck, like thaaaaaaat…”

You forgot about questioning Seokjin’s brain, refocusing on the feeling of the consistent thrusting and depth of the two cocks, an almost melodic rhythm and substantial fullness. There was a sweet spot, right, oh, there, Namjoon’s hand flat against your back, his deep grunts of effort paired with each smack of hips to ass and Seokjin’s crotch to yours.

Oh, huh, were those loud, pitched moans resonating off the apartment walls you? But the ecstasy too high, too real, too good, so good that you seemed to forget that it was already very late at night.

Surely their neighbors would complain – was that part of your brand now? oops – but it seemed that neither Seokjin or Namjoon noticed or cared, pants and moans and groans and chasing carnal pleasure, irrational, wild, heads thrown back, lashes fluttering and lost in bliss, stuffing your tight, wet heat from both holes, kissing Seokjin sloppily before turning your head to make out with Namjoon, his teeth trapping your tongue and sucking on it, gargled moan and shaking body at the mercy of his iron grip, snapping back to Seokjin’s pillowy lips, juxtaposition of hard and soft, crashing pleasure and coiled constriction, letting go, orgasm overtaking you in shudders, not realizing you had been so close, their names falling from your throat between fucked-out, loud, blissful cries.

“Seokjin… Namjoon…”

Couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but peak in that gratifying elation, shivers up and down your spine, the lower half of your body throbbing and trembling, chin lowering only to witness Seokjin shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw, groaning out your name as he shot into the condom, jerking cock twitching inside you, vibrating front to back, no, that was Namjoon’s low hiss of your name, his fingernails digging in your hips he shot into your ass, your eyes snapping open, thick spurts of his orgasm so strong that you could feel his cock twitching deep inside, your pulse roaring in your ears, chest heaving, struggling for breath.

Feeling far too proud that they both came with you.

Namjoon’s sweaty chest hit your back, sandwiching you between that big body and Seokjin’s broad shoulders. Seokjin looked to be two seconds away from passing out from the ecstasy of orgasm.

Nice.

“Don’t… question me… again,” you snickered, panting heavily.

Seokjin mumbled and shrugged, incoherent.

“I think he’s saying you could do this, but not the reverse of him in the ass and me in the pussy,” Namjoon clarified, kissing your shoulders with an amused chuckle.

“What?!” you roared.

“That’s n-not…!”

Welp.

-

“We still have unfinished business.”

“Yoongi, I just got DP’ed last night. Have mercy.”

“Mmm.”

Kisses on your neck, lowering the strap of your bra, wrapping his arms around you, purring your name.

“I guess you can buy me dinner and we can watch a movie instead.”

“I have to buy?!”

--

masterpost

[velvetcloxds]

MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Fem!Reader

Word count: 791 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: Scott and Isaac are confused by Y/n getting her first period since she started dating Derek, worrying that there may be something else wrong with her. Stiles and Derek help dismantle the situation.

“I mean you smell that too, right?” Scott asks stepping forward to sniff me. Isaac nods quickly pointing at Scott to show that he agrees.

“Oh yeah definitely. There’s a distinct smell of death.” He adds and I sigh looking between them.

“Boys. I’m fine. Really.” I retort stepping passed them only to be stopped by Isaac’s arm. He frowns, leaning in close just like Scott did before, worriedly looking towards him.

“Death and blood. Do you smell blood too?” He asks worried and I scrounge my nose at the pure thought of this situation.

“Did someone attack you that we didn’t know of?” Scott asks attempting to lift the sleeves of my shirt, but failing when I slap his hands away with my free arm.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Isaac chimes in reaching for my arms as well.

The questions keep coming my way and I decide to place the jar of peanut butter in my hand down, seeing no escape from this without an explanation. I turn my gaze to the back of the kitchen where Stiles stands behind the two werewolves and I feel my face mimic the same look of frustration as his shows. You’d think they’d get it by now.

“What’s going on here?” A voice asks and I see Derek walking into the kitchen. He throws his jacket on the counter while searching for my eyes. A smile tugs at his lips when he sees me, but fades quickly when he sees me frowning.

“We think she’s dying.” Isaac retorts bluntly. Not missing a beat. Derek is quick to react, pushing the boys away to still at my side.

“Oh gosh.” I mumble covering my face with my hands. Someone scoffs and I peak between my fingers to see Stiles pulling at the side of his plaid before in frustration before sighing loudly.

“She’s not dying, you idiots. She is on her period,” He states and everyone turns to me. I feel my cheeks redden at the statement. Scott and Isaac stare at my stomach conflicted and Stiles gestures between the two of them with his hand. “You’d really think with the werewolf thing you’d know this happens every month.” He continues.

I pull my hands away from my face. Desperately pulling Derek’s sleeve to get his attention away from Scott and Isaac who have even more questions. He looks down at me, quickly glancing at my fingers folded over his arm before meeting my gaze.

“Der. Baby. Please, for my sanity, make them stop?” I beg softly and he smiles, pulling me into his side and I almost instantly rest my head on his chest avoiding Scott and Isaac as they look down at me.

“Leave,” Derek demands plainly and his arm slides from my back to my waist. “Now. Everyone out.” Stiles finally looks satisfied as he waves at me, before following Scott and Isaac out of the loft. We both remain quiet for a while before Derek pulls my body to be facing his. “You okay?” He questions.

“Yeah.” He nods slowly at the reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know I should,” I step back and push myself onto the counter. “I haven’t really had anyone to report this to before. I mean did your previous girlfriends talk to you about this?” His eyes trail over the wall behind me as he thinks and I can see the growing smile lingering in those pretty green eyes.

“I haven’t really had many girlfriends before you.” I look down at my hands, feeling myself smile as well due to the reply.

“It’s not a big thing though, it’s just a period. Besides, you had sisters, this isn’t exactly foreign to you.” I lean backwards to rest my head against the wall while shrugging off the idea of him worrying over this. He nods.

“Does it hurt?” He asks and places his hands onto the material covering my thighs.

“Only phenomenally.” I laugh softly, folding my legs under his touch.

“Well...” He trails his hands away from my legs and slides his fingers over my arms, lifting my sleeves in the process. “”That I can help with.” As soon as he says that little black veins form on my arms escaping my skin and rushing onto his, taking the pain from my stomach and back with it.

“I thought werewolf healing powers were only for life or death werewolf situations?” I ask playfully, smiling as he cups my face with a gentle hold. He steals a small kiss, resting his forehead against mine, making my heart flutter in a loud response he definitely picks up on.

“Yeah,” He hums making a soft vibration bounce over my lips. “But I’d make an exception for my girl.”

Hi there, more of my work can also be found on Wattpad under @mjoubertt. Mxx.

Masterlist

[jujutsubabe]

Being friends with Gojo🦋🦋

A/n: ok last friend post with everyone’s fav teacher😌

This man is a TEASE!!! I just know if you breathe a little funny he will clown on you so hard

The two of you just bag on each other so much, you will get frustrated and straight bark at him to shut up while he continues to poke fun at you.

He doesn’t take any of ur comments seriously 😌 he doesn’t mind letting you have the last word but it’s funny seeing how long your banters will last

✨FaceTime!!✨

He likes to get on ur nerves so u already know he loves debating with you

This man will start talking about topics he knows!!! will start a debate with you, like he will just randomly call to debate on something so dumb and trivial saying “Chocolate and cheese go well together don’t you think?”

“Yeah...” you weren’t even listening until the comment starts to digest and you freeze. “Wait what...? Are you crazy?”

*cue an hour long argument as to you explaining why chocolate tastes better with anything else and Gojo insisting otherwise*

(Everytime you talk he turns the volume all down until he sees you stopped talking, then he will turn it up just to insert his opinions again and hear you get even more frustrated)

This lasts until you’re like “You know what...?” *face time ended*

He calls like two hundred times after, and once you finally pickup all he only says, “I won.” Before hanging up😐.

he would def call you at two am only to show you a cool bug outside his window, ESPECIALLY if you hate bugs

(However if you got a spider in your room you can count on him to grab it for you😌 he might chase you around with its nasty carcass but he will exterminate that bug!)

He would def call you in the middle of a mission to show off 😭 I just know Megumi is pissed off.

This man will really set up the phone so you can see the fight, but after like three seconds the phone will drop and have a “poor connection!” Warning before hanging up😭

Right after he will call you all giddy, “Did you see how good I am?”

“Yeah you’re good at this Gojo.” You didn’t see it but you would rather act like you did so he’s happy.

You guys could be on the same mission and he would FaceTime you while you’re in the middle of a fight

You would pick up thinking there was an emergency and he needed you to meet him somewhere, “Gojo? What’s wrong, is everything okay?”

He would grin before flipping the camera to all the curses he took out, “I bet you can’t beat me—“

*FaceTime ended*

Movies!!!💿💿

You find it kinda sweet that Gojo likes to watch movies with his students!

Gojo would def put something scary on so he can see you all squirm and jump around, your reactions are more entertaining than the movie

Whenever you try to relax he will sneak behind you and grab your shoulders, “boo!”

Of course you would jump a hundred feet in the air, cursing him out for scaring you as he laughs.

Nobora would call him so immature as she talks about how she can’t wait to have you as a teacher.

“It’ll be so fun! I’m sure you’re a great teacher!” Itadori perked up.

Nobora nodded, “Mhm, I can’t wait to go on missions with you! She seems so mature doesn’t she?”

Megumi nodded while they all hyped you up.

If your nose wasn’t in the air already it sure was now, “Oh please...you think so?” Your ego is at it peak rn😌😌 these kids are so precious

Gojo would pout as the kids gave you all those sweet praises, and with your confidence boosted you turned to Gojo with a wide grin, “I win.”

Whenever it’s just you two watching a movie, he will take up as much space as he can on the couch before you sit, then pat his lap and be like “You can sit here y/n!”

“Definitely not.” You sat on the floor, you would die before sitting anywhere near that mans lap 😐.....😏.....or would you.....

Once he stops being a jerk he will make space for you, but he is def the kinda guy to rest his arm behind you, idk hot guy things 😌

If you happen to nap on his shoulder expect him to draw on your face or tickle your nose until you sneeze.

Self care 💅🏽✨

Nobora brought a bunch of her beauty masks for Itadori and Megumi and would invite you “You should really take a break!”

Before you can respond Gojo replies, “You’re too kind Nobora!” Gojo won’t even be invited, he just hears you’re doing something and wants to tag along.

(He enjoys seeing you frown, He doesn’t verbally express that he enjoys your company, he does it through teasing you)

I know this man has the clearest most well taken care of face ever I just know it. You guys are all doing your own thing, Nobora painting her toes, Itadori delicately placing cucumbers on Megumi’s scrunched up eyes, and you inspecting Gojo’s face.

“Your pores are so small!” You turn his head in your hands, “and no black heads, how is this possible?”

He shrugs as you continue to talk, he doesn’t care about what you put on his face, he just likes having his face held (especially by someone he trusts!!)

He loves being held and touched and scratched so like 😭 while you are brushing his hair back with your hand and putting little clips in? He is in heaven!!!

While you apply the mask, man’s eyes are falling shut cause this is like a face massage!!

He will lean his head into your hand and flutter his eyes open “I’m really pretty.”

I mean,,,, he is right,,,,,You roll your eyes, “Go back to being quiet.”

Would get his nails painted, like a different pastel color with cute little stickers for each finger so he can kill curses with pretty fingers.

You really don’t understand how you two became friends. (You enjoy his fun energy but you would never admit that!!!)

Scary situations!!👻👻

if anything happens you can count on him to protect you!! He will be there for u no matter what!

Idk how but if you took a mission that’s a bit out of your league, give him a call and he will b there in half a second

He will show off so hard in front of you and leave you really shocked then be like “You good?”

“Yeah, you weren’t busy were you?”

“I’m not gonna be too busy for you.” He holds his hand out to help you up as you grin at how cheesy he is. He will def call a ride for you and ride in the back with you.

Will use jokes to make you feel better/ help you deal with whatever was bothering you.

Once you get out the car expect him to give you a hug, you don’t even gotta ask

Like a big long dramatic hug, and he’s so tall so he’s towering over you and it looks cute.

When you’re ready to let go and say, “okay... alright.... see you—“ he only squeezes you when you try to squirm away.

You roll your eyes before resting your head on his chest.

He’ll pat your head before when he’s done.

“Don’t die ok.” You grabbed his sleeve before he could walk away.

“That won’t happen, you don’t die either ok Y/n!” He smiled as you waved him away and went in your house.

He likes being ur friend 😌

[coeurdastronaute]

Atlas: Venus

Previously on Atlas

I was a billion little pieces ’til you pulled me into focus Astronomy in reverse It was me who was discovered In the highest tower, in the back, darkest lab, lit by only the few monitors of the wall of screens, the youngest Luthor sighed before digging her fingertips into the corners of her eyes and digging there, as if hoping to evict the sleepiness physically despite it being etched into the deepest parts of her bones and muscles. She leaned back in her chair and stretched her body only to find the cup of coffee that remained lukewarm and barely palatable. 

Only the light of her phone getting a notification drew her attention from the disdain she had as she took another swig of the wretched drink. 

She ignored that as best she could, hoping to hide away from the part of her life that always seemed to follow, and instead, shifted her gaze to the laptop with the CADMUS logo etched on the top of it. Her chair swiveled as she turned to face it, her fingers steepling in front of her lips as she clenched her jaw and felt the temptation to know lingering beneath the surface of her bones. Her whole body yearned. 

But it was Pandora’s box, and Lena knew what waited on the other side, in the darkness, if she were to peak inside the lid. 

But if she did open it, she would have answers. 

But if she did, she’d hate herself. 

But she already hated herself. 

But she could hate herself even more, she was certain. 

But if she didn’t, who would stop her mother?

Lena sighed again, her shoulders softening and her body giving into the defeat. The only thing that separated her from the sociopaths of her family was having a strict moral line of which she refused to cross. That was it. And it was a thin, thin, thin line. Terrifyingly slim, at the moment. 

With a moment of weakness passed slowly, agonizingly slow, Lena pushed at the laptop and stood, craving fresh air and some physical distance from the temptation that nagged at her and tore apart her willpower. In a turn of events, she found herself relating to Eve more and more, and understood how easy it was to bite the apple. 

But instead of looking again, Lena looked straight ahead and sought fresh air. She hoped to run into the darkness of the roof in the middle of the night, but as she pushed open the fire escape door, the grey sliver of sunrise began. She squinted against it and inhaled the dew and the stillness of a city waking. 

There was a secret on the roof, that Lena never shared with anyone, and that was the pack of cigarettes she kept hidden behind the telephone box, and it was almost habit at this point for her to grab one as she made her way outside, twisting it a few times in her hands before flicking the lighter and disrupting the dark and instead becoming another flash of light in the twinkling city. 

With a long first drag, she exhaled smoke into the clouds and leaned against the railing, surveying and seeing nothing, but enjoying the peace that came on top of the world and far removed from it all. It helped to step away from temptation. She had to, sometimes. 

The city faded after that, until she was looking at nothing more than the outline of her hand as it held the cigarette. She watched the red end burn down to nothing, as she found a kind of peace in just the feeling of warmth and the dancing of smoke as it joined the sky. 

“Shit,” she hissed after letting it burn too low, effectively burning her fingers before dropping the butt toward the city below. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, it wasn’t--” Lena paused as she kissed her own finger, sucking on the pain of the burn as if it would fix it completely. “Hello, Supergirl.” 

“Good evening, Ms. Luthor. Enjoying the fresh air?” 

“As much as I can.” 

Strong and firm, Supergirl stood there, allowing herself to land on the roof, still keeping herself at a distance from the CEO. She was close, but not too close, and that was enough. Lena just smiled softly to herself. She didn’t have much else to offer. 

“I wanted to thank you for your help the other day. I needed a better perspective, and you were able to--”

“It was nothing,” Lena shook her head. “Please.” 

“I don’t think we have to be on opposite sides anymore.” 

“Were we ever?” 

“I don’t know, maybe,” Sueprgirl offered weakly as she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “I hoped not.” 

Lena stared at her features, studying them, printing them into her memory so she could try to figure her out, as if that were an option. Sometimes, Lena was certain she’d be able to see the strong jaw anywhere and know it. She saw slivers of Supergirl everywhere. She saw her eyes on the street, she saw her lips at the restaurant across from her condo. She saw her hair in the park. But never at one time, and never all together, never in the perfect package that stood beside her presently. 

“I trust you completely,” Supergirl finally offered. 

It was becoming almost common, almost normal for them, Lena realized as she looked at the hero’s eyes. She was used to parts of her now, the parts that she didn’t see on TB, or in front of other people. For the first time, she wondered if their nightly rendezvous were completely accidental, or more ushered along by homemade chance. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

There came the scoff, the chuckle, the shucks and shake of a head as Supergirl took a deep breath and relaxed despite Lena’s latest proclamation. It was more honest than she wanted to be with the stranger who wasn’t nearly strange enough to be different. 

“I’d like to think we knew each other better than that,” Supergirl chided, childish and taunting. 

They stood closer than before, a feat accomplished over weeks and months and a grueling pace of millimeters. 

“I don’t even know your name.” 

It seemed to take her off guard, but Supergirl recovered swiftly, turning her gaze on Lena with something the CEO wasn’t entirely sure of experiencing before from the hero. Maybe she was debating the trust, realizing she really couldn’t do it. Lena shook her head and pushed herself up from leaning against the railing. 

“Have a good night, Supergirl,” she offered 

Lena made it three steps before she felt  a gentle hand grab her wrist. She felt her heart flutter and furrowed at the feeling, though she refused to turn around. 

“Kara.” 

It was quiet, it was the truth, and Lena held her breath until Supergirl dropped her hand. 

“Kara,” Lena repeated. 

“Have a good night, Lena.” 

In a breeze, she was gone again, and Lena was left with a name and perhaps a secret she was certain not many were entrusted to keep. 

“Kara,” she repeated again, testing it out. There were just more questions left to be answered now, because now Supergirl was a person, with a name, and maybe that was what her brother was missing all along. Maybe that was enough to keep someone on the side of good-- to be known, and yet unknown. To act magnanimously. 

XXXXXXXXXX

It was incredibly stupid, but Kara didn’t care. For the first time in her life, she really didn’t care that she’d taken a risk. It should have been something she considered, but she hadn’t. It just popped out. 

She didn’t tell her sister. That would have been suicide. She didn’t even want to admit it to herself, but she thought about it the entire flight home. She thought about how reckless and how silly it had been, and how great of a risk she’d put herself and her family in. 

But it didn’t matter. 

There was just something about the way Lena looked, how sad she was sometimes, and how desperate she seemed to be to do good and feeling painfully inadequate. There was a savior part of Kara that just couldn’t shake it. There was also a part of her that couldn’t stand to see Lena not happy, and chasing the feeling of her laugh, as distant as it was. Kara wasn’t sure why that existed, that need to make hear that laugh or see that smile. 

Kara sighed as she flopped onto her bed. Suddenly she was someone who was worried about a pretty girl and how to make her smile. 

XXXXXXXXXX

It took about three days for Lena to discover Kara, and not Supergirl. She didn’t want to believe it, and yet, there was the same jaw and smile. 

“I didn’t expect to run into the likes of you here.”

Lena held her breath because she knew the voice before she turned around in the barstool. She didn’t breathe. She twirled the ice around in her cup and pursed her lips before turning back into the woman on the balcony and not the sad sack washing away some misery at the first bar she came across after her most recent meeting. 

“No I, you.” 

“Are you going to turn around?” 

“I don’t think I will,” Lena said as she finally took another sip of her drink. “I don’t know why, but I can’t.” 

She was still and quiet in the middle of the bar. But Lena could still feel her presence, and she understood Lot’s wife a little, suddenly. That was the thought she had in her head, from all those years ago in private school chapel. It would change everything. 

“Could I join you, Lena?” 

That was the question. 

When Lena tilted her head slightly she saw familiar hands rooted on the back of the stool back. She saw wrists. She saw the tiny scar near her palm that intrigued her infinitely. But she didn’t move to acknowledge the girl behind her, just to order them both drinks. Politely, ever with her manners and decorum, the hero waited patiently while Lena watched the drinks poured and only nodded after taking another drink. 

“If I can buy you a drink, you may join me.” 

Before it could be rescinded, a body slid into the seat, stretching her torso to squeeze close to Lena, to crawl in as quickly as possible. Lena inhaled a distinctly Supergirl smell and felt her heartbeat thumping belligerent in her chest. Slowly, she followed the wrist to an elbow, and a loosely rolled sleeve hanging there. From there she moved to shoulder, to jaw, to lips pressed against glass, to those eyes. 

And he stared, unmoving, trying her hardest to comprehend it all. 

Kara put down her drink after making a bit of a face and adjusted her glasses. She offered a small, faint smile. 

“You look different at ground level.” 

“So do you,” Kara chuckled. “Is that all I get?” 

“I have a million questions, but I honestly don’t know where to start.” 

“I trust you.” 

“That might answer a third of them.” 

Kara shook her head and adjusted slightly. 

“I wanted to know the real you. To do that, I had to give you the real me.” 

The answer made Lena fidget as she adjusted slightly, recrossing her legs. She blushed slightly to see Kara’s eyes move to the hem of her skirt and follow her thighs. 

“But why?” 

“Because I trust you,” Kara repeated adamantly. “And I think you might want to get to know the real me, too.” 

“I will admit only to a minute fascination.” 

“I can work with minute.” 

“Infinitesimal,” Lena corrected. 

“I’ve done more with less.” 

Despite it all, Lena smiled to herself. She felt Kara shift closer and she suddenly found herself adjusting again and her cheeks bursting pink. She didn’t know that Kara could tell her heart was racing. 

“I’m happy to run into you, for what it’s worth.” 

“What brings you here?” 

“Oh, I was here with some friends. It’s our normal bar. I live close by.” 

“Hadn’t really considered you living anywhere.” 

Kara chuckled and Lena found herself searching every inch of Kara’s face. She saw the cut of her jaw when she tilted her head back. She saw the arch of her eyebrow and the slope of her cheeks. 

“Not as good of a view as your place, but I don’t mind. It’s home.” 

There was something about the way her biceps looked in the old flannel that hung from a shoulder, hidden but still there. And the shading near her clavicle and the tenderness of her hands. She seemed more comfortable in he brown skin, less stoic and less rigid. 

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your time with friends,” Lena sighed, looking over Kara’s shoulder, wondering who she might have been there with, wondering if they knew, too.

“You’re not.” 

“Are you certain--”

“Let’s get out of here,” Kara decided as she downed the rest of her glass. “I think you might need something to soak up your bad day.” 

“Ok.” 

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The way she liked ketchup on her fries, and how precise she was in opening every packet and squirting them into a big puddle. And there was the way she took a giant bit of her burger, careful to catch the tomato that tried to escape, carefully tucking it back in with the lettuce. Her face when she chewed and savored, relieved for all of the goodness that came with the greasy food. 

Kara stared unabashedly. 

She smiled faintly and ate another fry, careful to look away before Lena could accuse her of staring. 

“I have a nutritionist, you know,” Lena proudly announced. “And a private trainer.” 

“I’m sure you do.” 

“You can’t tell?” she raised her eyebrows, challenging Kara, and earning a slight blush. 

“I mean… you’re certainly…. Fit. It’s very, um, yeah-- noticeable-- that you, uh take care…” Kara shoved another fry in her mouth. She accidentally looked at Lena’s chest and blanched before burning alive. 

“I’ve eaten at the best restaurants all over the world, and I have to say. This might be the best bite I’ve ever had.” 

“That’s the whiskey talking,” Kara tried. 

Lena did this thing, she was learning, where when confronted with a statement she didn’t particularly agree with, she waved it off. Kara liked the way her hair tucked behind her ear. 

“Do you honestly believe that a few glasses is enough to take away my senses?” 

“I wouldn’t imagine thinking anything like that. You’re far too impressive for such things.” 

Kara smiled and took a sip of her drink as Lena took another large bite from her burger. There was something freeing in seeing Lena like this-- not drunk, not absent, but perhaps just uninhibited. It was late, suddenly, but they kept to their booth, enjoying their late night dinner. Kara didn’t even mind when Lena took one of her onion rings. 

Even when their plates were taken and their conversation continued with the refills, Kara couldn’t stop staring. She didn’t really want to. She pulled her knee up and leaned against the wall of the diner while Lena explained the absolutely boring and unproductive meeting that took up her entire afternoon. Kara was hooked. 

It was easy for Lena to switch the conversation to Kara because Kara liked the furrow Lena had when she asked questions, and she liked being honest, finally. 

“What about this?” Lena murmured, leaning forward and turning over Kara’s palm. She traced the faint scar on her palm. “I thought you were impenetrable.” 

Kara felt the hair on the back of her neck raise slightly. She gulped. 

“Oh.. um, this was from when I was a kid.” 

“Before you got here?” 

“Yeah, I fell. I used to fall a lot. Clumsy kid and all. It was a trip to the mountains with my parents, and uh, we,” Kara furrowed and for the first time, looked away. “I just tripped, braced myself, got a pretty deep cut.” 

Lena nodded and furrowed a little more as well, just as Kara shook the thoughts away and looked back toward her. Fingertips stopped gliding against her skin, and by the time she looked down at her expose palm and back up, Lena Luthor stood from her side of the booth. 

“What happened?” 

“You live around here, don’t you?” 

“I-- yes?” 

They made it outside of the diner and evening had put most of the city back to sleep for the night. The traffic was non-existent and those left guzzling burnt coffee were the nightwalkers, the ones who existed only on this schedule. 

“It’s down this way,” Kara nodded her head as she shoved her hands in her pockets. 

They went about three steps before Lena tugged Kara against the alleyway behind the dinner, gripped her shirt tightly in her fists, and kissed her. 

“Oh,” Kara whispered, unable to open her eyes. It was rough at first until they caught their breath, and then there was a gentleness, a rush of words against her lips. 

“Sorry--”

“No,” she shook her head. 

When she opened her eyes, Kara just saw Lena Luthor staring back at her, worried she’d messed it up entirely. She wretched her hands from her pockets and smiled as she cupped Lena’s cheeks before leaning forward and kissing her back. 

“Who is kissing me right now?” Lena whispered when she woke from the stupor. Her hands loosened slightly but still held there. 

“Me.” 

“Which is the real you?” 

“This one. Right here. Right now.” 

Kara watched as Lena flexed her jaw, clenching it and thinking it through. Their faces were so close they couldn’t see much else other than the other. Lena nodded.

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[meenah-chan]

Safe haven

a Diavolo x GN! MC fanfic

2.36k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: Insane deadly stunt but not suicide, please don't read if you have this triggers. And please don't try this at home... or anywhere

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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It is their sanctuary. A place that has everything they could wish for...

if only, fate isn't fickle...

"If I jump, will you save me again?"

"What a wretched soul I have..."

It’s been an hour since they were staring far in the horizon. Dusk is on its way, with the lake gulping the sun whole to bring forth darkness in the grassy land they’re on. That place is secluded, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything.

It's not their first-time watching day turn to night on where they are. They’ve known that spot enough to vividly paint the place on a whim.

It was neither a simple place as it seems. That place is a part of the human realm, untouched by anyone but two persons— them and Diavolo. A place which witnessed how the said Prince dropped on his knees and confessed he likes them. The place they admit they felt the same.

The place where they held hands in their secret rendezvous; times where the Future king would go to whenever he ran away from his endless responsibilities for a day and spend it with them, with words of affections and adorations for each other. It is their safe haven.

The Forget-me-not flowers they planted are blooming around them. As the two sat beneath the shade of the tree, appreciating the presence of the flowers and each other.

Diavolo has a habit of caressing their cheeks, brushing strands of their locks past their ears, as he embraces them as if they were the most precious treasure, he has ever held. Those smiles he would beam; brighter than the sol they always see. "You're the most beautiful being I have ever seen." And they would smile back, with their feelings overflowing so much they would always pour it back to him with a kiss.

But being always in that place doesn't mean they never left it. There are times they would give him a heart attack by literally jumping off the edge of the cliff. The demon prince then would follow them in a snap, before transforming right before their eyes and seizing them.

They knew it was a foolish thing to do. No sane person would ever carry out such dumb, dangerous stunt. They do have a magic or two under their sleeves should Diavolo fail the task. Spells they would feverishly study and tirelessly practice for the sake of the success of the Exchange Student program; for the sake of making Diavolo proud of them. So, they studied hard, yet fools only around their beloved.

So, they kept on flying off to the danger at every given chance. For the feeling during the times they would fall, they had the best view they could ever see in their lifetime. How the demon they ever loved could be so... breathtaking. Turning into his demon form—metamorphosing like a dazzling butterfly, his red locks fluttering in the wind, with such golden ornaments, such golden eyes reflecting the radiance of the sun. And most of all, such playful, thrilled smiles they would willingly lay their life just to see. He seems like the mesmerizing golden red dusk. He may be a demon, but Diavolo is much more divine than the angels in their eyes.

And to think that such an ambrosial prince would hold them in his firm arms, and bury them in his well-toned chest before gliding up in the air. They really love the feeling. Akin to the flowers they cultivate symbolizes, he is their true love.

"Should we land back on the top of the land?"

"Just a little bit longer." Humming, they would place a peck onto the tip of his horn or temple whenever they would request something so badly, which then would receive a chuckle from the Demon. "Hahaha, what a pampered human... Alright, just a little bit longer." And who knows how long they stay in the air. Then they would share small talks back on the cliff, and soon be bombarded with tons of messages and missed calls from the butler and the right-hand man. They would head back home after that, before the said aides decide to search for them and find their secret haven.

It was all they could ever wish for. An everlasting love to carry inside their mortal heart.

They have everything they could ask for, until that day comes. A moonless, rainy night during the celebration of Diavolo's birth.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, the Future King of Devildom." …the day she came. Rosa, a rather respected princess, and the daughter of Queen Rose.

"...N-No, the pleasure is mine." Whether he was flustered by her sudden appearance or not, something was rather amiss. His gaze towards her was different than anything they've ever seen him make. So different yet... familiar. Like the way his eyes sparked of reverie the day they first met, except it was more profound.

Diavolo sighed, "I'm telling you, you don't have to worry. You know you're the one I love." It was nothing, he said. It was only in their imagination, he said. Even so, the connection between the two they perceived every time the two met on business, felt so real.

They were so anxious, so angry they wanted to explode. They want to blame it all on that demon princess who appeared out of nowhere, and brought everything to a big mess! They wanted to lash at her, right from the deepest pit of their stomach!

...Yet, they didn't.

They simply can't. Not when she was like an angel who descended in the land of darkness.

So pure yet so wise, so diligent and well-versed. She is strong-willed and rather capable in every aspect. She doesn't deserve to be blamed for something she didn't mean to do. It was merely a work of two hearts naturally falling for each other. It was inevitable.

Instead of brooding without doing anything, they will fight. They will fight for what's theirs. For what's right. For the specks of affection left inside Diavolo. For their love, they won't give up.

Or so they thought...

"Y/N, would you mind having tea with me later?" Barbatos asked for their attendance.

But unlike the usual afternoon tea they always share with the butler, "Where's Diavolo?" ... the prince is not around.

"The Young master has prior engagement and brought Lucifer in my stead. My apologies if it was not to your liking."

"Ahh, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that... having snacks with only you are unusual." It's not unusual. Rather, it never occurred even once. Diavolo tends to postpone the teatime for another time whenever he can't go, as Barbatos always join his absence.

"Actually, I asked you today about an important matter to discuss."

"...Is it related to Diavolo and me, isn't it?" They shouldn't have asked him. They hated themself for asking Diavolo's attendant.

"Yes. To be precise, it is about your relationship and the lady you met during Young master's birthday. I believe you have the right to know this." They held their breath. "I hate to break it to you but the lady you met back then, is the Young Master's... fiancée and his soulmate." The words that came off Barbatos' lips felt like cold water dumped on them.

They just want to end the conversation right there and leave the garden as fast as they can, but they forcefully pull themself together and learn the whole truth, as painful as it is for them. "...Fiancee, you said? And what do you mean by soulmate?"

"For every heir of the throne, there is a prophecy foretelling the righteous betrothed one fated for them. This Oracle has never once failed in predicting who..." Barbatos paused, evaluating whether they could take any more. "...would help the Ruler in bringing prosperity in the Devildom."

After a minute of silence, they spoke. "Does Diavolo know all about this? About her?"

"Yes... but I swear in my name, he has always wanted to be free of the prophecy and achieve prosperity through his own power."

"Where is he headed to at the moment?"

"..." Barbatos' silence tells them everything. He is with her. That's all that they needed to know.

"I... see... Thank you for telling me this."

"I— no, I don't deserve such words from you." They shook their head, "You still disclosed this even when Diavolo wanted to keep it a secret from me. I'm sorry I brought trouble to you."

"It was my own choice. I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Thank you, really..."

They left the castle, thinking a lot of things but also finally enlightened.

They never had Diavolo's heart from the start.

He is the future of the Devildom, the future of all the demons who could easily outlive them. And for that he needs an Empress who can fully support him and bear another long-lived heir. His soulmate, his forever, his other half. Everything that they could never be.

Their life is short. His' is not. He could never fathom the extent of his life like they could. That is also the reason why they could love him until the day they cease to exist, a mere blink to him.

As obvious as the glaring sun that blinds them atop that cliff, his love... is gone.

They could see it in his eyes. Every day he spends with them, his mind is somewhere else.

Even in their favorite place, his embraces were still as cold as the mountain's peak. His smile is too forced, like a one man playing before their eyes. His kisses were prickling and painful. And his gaze... He is suffering.

Like they were.

"Forgive me." It was for the Devildom, he said. His head hangs low, wearing that distressed expression.

"Hey, lift your head? The future king shouldn't bow to anyone." They smiled, cupping his cheeks to raise his face.

"Look, I understand." It was a surprise they didn't shed a drop of tear, as they pat his head gently. "Follow your heart. You'll become a great king."

He made a wise decision, to choose his bond that suddenly came that day. Someone who really owns Diavolo's heart per destiny's decree. The heart they thought he offered back then, with the trees, and the cool breeze, and the swaying leaves, and the sunset as their witnesses. The heart they thought were already theirs. The heart that slipped from their fingers as he let go of their hand when Diavolo locked eyes with his fated one.

Diavolo's love is fleeting. Or maybe it was never love from the start, but a mere curiosity on his end. A misconception, but it doesn't matter anymore. They already knew the answer.

He already achieved his true love, holding his Empress in white. He wears that smile, much, much brighter than anything they have ever seen.

The bells sing with the crowd in jubilation. It is a merry occasion, with the official new rulers of the Devildom. All were so elated.

Except for one. "What a wretched soul I have..." they uttered under their breath. They couldn't take the sight. With the man they so love to be happy in someone's arms. Rage was boiling inside them. Staying there for a second longer and they would definitely ravage everything. So, they fled the scene, escaping to their secret place surrounded by the lake and the sea of trees.

They wanted to let it all out. Pain, sorrow, rage, envy. They were overflowing with emotion more than they could take. It should be them, placing a ring on his finger! the one smiling and crying of happiness as he makes a vow! The one who should be kissing him in front of thousands of witnesses!

"WHY?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The swaying blue and white Forget-me-nots they took with utmost care came to view. "What useless plants!!" They cried out, yanking and tearing everything off the soil. "True love?! It was only me from the very start!!"

All they could do was cry. Scream until their throat goes dry, until their voice disappears.

When all energy left their body, they slumped in the grassy land they’re on. In that secluded place, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything. Hiding their wretched self from everyone.

Dazed, they stared at the sky for an hour. As its hue turns from light blue to red, their mind gets clearer. That's when they heard a familiar sound. They followed it on the tip of the cliff.

It was the roaring waves beneath the land mass. It seems like it's continuing the cries they couldn't do anymore. Roaring like it was spilling the emotions inside them.

"If I jump, will you save me again?" They spoke to the man who is no longer in that secret place. It will never be a safe haven for them anymore.

"I want to be saved by you one more time." I want to be embraced by you one last time.

They faced their back to the rim of the cliff, and took a step backward. A foot standing on a void. And so, their body tipped, losing the other foot from the ground. As their balance disappears, they see nothing but the golden rays of the sunset and the redness of the dusk. So red like Diavolo's locks, golden like his eyes. There's nothing but only traces of him; of the man who doesn't really love them as he promised.

This is foolish... They thought. They're all alone. No Diavolo will fly down and save them anymore.

"I should go home..." Dying here would only hurt him... They whispered as the firm breeze swirls beneath, ready to catch them. After all, no one will save me but I... thinking of that, another pang spiked their heart.

But the wind spell they casted couldn't catch them. When they should have been falling, a hand appeared and pulled them in an embrace.

"Please don't do this..." it was not the warmth they were expecting. Yet, streams began flowing down their cheeks, in comfort of another’s arms. With their hoarse voice they sob the sorrow of losing their safe haven.

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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[vanserraseris]

END - There’s the apology azris oneshot. It doesn’t really have a title, Flames and Shadows is basic but it’s all I’ve got. I think Eris and Az would be great enemies to reluctant friends to lovers idk. Also, Eris at this point has sort of just been dragged into the ic friend group but still remains an asshole. It is what it is. Hope you enjoy it!!!

YOU HAVE NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE but this was INCREDIBLE. 

Also i LOVE the idea of eris reluctantly being dragged into the ic

Anyway. Here it is in full:

Azriel had been working with Eris for months, he’d trusted the spoiled prince to get them safely out of harm’s way, to take them to a secure location. He’d been expecting Eris to winnow them to his personal home, but as they materialized in the unfamiliar space, Azriel realized it was the first time he was seeing the other male’s room. With a small growl, Eris let go of Azriel leathers, shoving past him but not touching his wings.

Eris barely lifted a finger, the stunning, stone fireplace to his right roaring to life along with the bronze sconces that lined the walls. All of Eris’s cottage was elegant, the furniture in it made of expensive carved mahogany that matched the gleaming hardwood floors and sideboards, everything organized, orderly, and tasteful. Eris’s bedroom was much the same.

Two comfortable-looking cushioned chairs were placed near the fireplace, a low table between them was covered in multiple neat piles of thick books. His bed was huge, pushed up against the opposite wall, big enough for multiple people to lie in it. The carved pattern on the dresser, mirror, and nightstands was intricate - beautiful. Not knowing what to do with himself, Azriel merely stood where Eris had left him - right in the middle of the bedroom.

Azriel took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, livid that they’d been caught by surprise but the anger not showing on his face. Some of Azriel’s shadows skittered around him, the rest trailed after Eris as he stumbled to the dresser, knocking into it with his knees so that it hit the wall with an ugly thud. Azriel watched as Eris leaned toward the mirror, wincing as Eris wiped at his mouth with the dark brown sleeve of his well-tailored jacket.

“What the fuck?” Blood nearly the same colour of Eris’s hair dripped from his nose, leaking down his face, staining the collar of the offwhite shirt that peaked out of Eris’s jacket. Eris tugged open the dresser’s top drawer, all his shirts neatly folded inside, taking one out and holding it up against his face. He turned to face Azriel, his newly cut hair in disarray as he gestured wildly in Azriel’s direction, “Some fucking spymaster.”

His voice was muffled by the shirt, but it did nothing to hide his angry tone, “I thought those shadows were useful.” 

Azriel clenched his jaw. For the most part, Eris had been treating Azriel’s shadows like he treated his hounds: with an unexpected softness. The shadows liked brushing up against Eris’s hands as he wrote, or curling up over his shoulders as he read. Azriel had apologized the first few times it had happened, but Eris had assured him that he didn’t mind.

He didn’t like the way Eris was talking about them now, though. “They are useful.” 

“They are not.” 

“They were distracted,” Azriel snapped, defending them. 

Eris moved the shirt away from his face, the bleeding seemed to have slowed. He snorted, the sound watery, “By what?” He turned back to the mirror.

Azriel was moments away from retorting “by you,” but he stopped himself. There must have been a reason his shadows monitored the Autumn Court Heir’s every move. Azriel assumed it was because they didn’t trust Eris Vanserra, and he didn’t want to offend one of the Night Court’s most important allies by telling him as much. 

“Give me that pitcher,” Eris demanded.

Azriel would have ignored him had he not felt slightly responsible for Eris’s current state. It wasn’t that Eris hadn’t been a decent enough fighter, but they both hadn’t been expecting an ambush, and as the more experienced one, Azriel should have kept an eye on him. Azriel handed Eris the pitcher that had been sitting on the nightstand, watching as water sloshed over the edges and onto the dresser as Eris shoved a clean part of the shirt into it before he brought the wet fabric to his face.

Eris leaned closer to the mirror, nearly knocking over the pitcher, and made a funny noise deep in his throat before he spoke. “Cauldron fucking boil me,” he bemoaned, one of his fingers gingerly touching the tip of his nose. “I think it’s crooked.” 

Azriel rolled his eyes. His nose looked fine, perfect, even. “It is not.” 

Azriel was debating whether or not to sit in one of the chairs when Eris turned an accusatory gaze in his direction, “I blame you for this complete and utter disaster.”

Azriel blamed himself too. That night was supposed to be nothing more than a routine lookout. If he’d known that Koschei was going to send others after them, he wouldn’t have taken Eris with him in the first place. Azriel would have thought about what it might have meant that he’d wanted to take Eris with him, but Azriel was too focused on the way his shadows seemed to be trying to warn Eris that he’d probably end up making his injuries a lot worse if he didn’t calm down.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Azriel suggested, his voice smooth. 

Eris paid him no mind, scrubbing a little too aggressively at the blood on his face. Most of it had come off, and his nose had finally stopped bleeding. “Don’t tell me what to do,” Eris muttered, wiping at some of the blood on his neck.

Azriel regretted that Eris had gotten hit in the face with the pommel of a sword, not really knowing why.

He’d spent years fantasizing about doing the very same thing, but spending so much time with Eris had Azriel - and he could barely believe it - liking him. “Vanserra, get on the bed,” Eris straightened, raising his brows, “Let me have a look.” 

“First Cassian, now you. I don’t like being ordered around by overgrown bats.” Despite the statement, Eris made his way to the bed, leaning up against the headboard, boot clad feet on the dark red covers.

Eris was still scowling as Azriel tipped his head back just a bit, cradling Eris’s jaw in one hand, taking in every feature of his face. He was beautiful in an undeniable sort of way, and now that he’d cut his hair, Azriel thought he looked even better. Eris’s strange friendship with Nesta had led to the change; he'd let her, Feyre, and Elain cut it for no apparent reason and still managed to look ridiculously stunning.

Azriel gently wiped at any remaining blood that stained the other male’s skin. Through the thin fabric of the shirt, Azriel could feel the sharp planes of Eris’s face and was reminded of the first time he’d ever seen the Autumn Court prince. He’d thought Eris was classically beautiful in a way that reminded Azriel of broken shards of stained glass. Lovely, yet dangerous.

Azriel put the ruined shirt on the bed, using the hand that wasn’t holding Eris’s chin to move some of the hair that had fallen over Eris’s brow. His nose wasn’t bleeding anymore, a small cut underneath his eye was already starting to heal, and the bruise on his jaw seemed to be fading. His nose definitely wasn’t crooked, but Azriel ran the tip of his scarred finger along the sloped bridge of it just to make sure.

Azriel hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten to Eris. “I don’t think it’s broken,” he murmured. 

Azriel watched as Eris’s eyes fluttered. “I heard the crunch,” he breathed. 

Azriel didn’t know what came over him, in the moment he thought it might have been madness. Eris was one of his oldest enemies, he was cruel, and ruthless, and he deserved only the worst. That was what he’d believed for centuries.

He didn’t know what might have possessed him to press his lips to the mean line of Eris’s mouth, but he knew that it felt… right. Eris parted his lips in a shocked gasp, golden flames bright in his wide eyes. Azriel was completely out of his mind. He’d never, not once in his entire life, done something without thinking it through. The panic seized him quite suddenly, his wings flaring just a bit as he made to move back, to move away.

Azriel was more than just a little surprised when Eris lifted his hand, threading his slender fingers into the dark hair at the base of Azriel’s scalp, pulling him closer in another kiss. Azriel kissed Eris harder this time, grabbing the other male’s face in both hands, thumbs sliding against sharp cheekbones, lips moving with the force of weeks’ worth of wanting. Eris’s bottom lip was caught between Azriel’s teeth, his other hand coming up to fist in Azriel’s leathers.

Weeks upon weeks of working with Eris, talking to him, trusting him. A helpless sound escaped Eris’s lips when Azriel slowly moved his hands so that his thumbs traced the shape of the smooth, pale, column of Eris’s throat. Azriel had more than a million things to do, but as Azriel opened his mouth, Eris’s tongue pushing against his in a savage claiming, Azriel leaned into him, all those things forgotten.

Azriel wanted to move so that he was right between Eris’s thighs, to press the other male into the bed, to watch a prince of Autumn come undone. Their kisses were messy, urgent, desperate. Eris pulled him closer, and Azriel thought he could drown in the feel of him, the taste of him. The taste of crackling embers, of rich cognac, of Autumn mornings.

Azriel’s hands slid down to Eris’s chest, undoing the golden buttons of his jacket, pulling it wide. Eris tugged on the roots of Azriel’s hair in a way that nearly had him forgetting his own name. Azriel couldn’t deny that he was drawn to Eris like a moth was drawn to a flame, he just hoped he didn’t get burned. The tips of Azriel’s fingers found the laces of Eris’s bloodied, ruined shirt. He wanted the shirt to come off, he’d never wanted anything more.

Never in his wildest dreams did Azriel think he’d want - need - Eris Vanserra. A prince born into the most savage of courts, born of blood, and ash, and fire.

Azriel was playing with fire. 

Azriel didn’t like fire. 

With only half a thought, Azriel roughly shoved Eris away from him.

Eris had red embers dancing in the deep amber of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed and his lips slightly swollen. They were staring at each other, no one speaking for what felt like an eternity, the only sounds in the room their ragged breaths and the crackling of the fire in the hearth. 

Eris ran a hand through his hair, flashing Azriel the pale skin of his wrist as the sleeve lifted. “Well,” Eris started, “That was unexpected.” He huffed a breathless, awkward laugh.

Azriel guessed that it might have also been unwelcome. 

“That was…” Azriel paused. He didn’t know what to say. That was nice? That was entirely unplanned? That was something they should do again? He couldn’t read the expression on Eris’s face and his shadows weren’t being very helpful. “That was a mistake.”

Azriel knew he’d chipped away at Eris all these weeks. They’d gotten past Azriel’s one-word answers and Eris’s cruel remarks. They’d researched, and spied, and fought together. They talked to one another, trusted one another, but as soon as Azriel finished his sentence, he thought that perhaps he’d taken any progress they’d made and thrown it into roaring flames.

Watching Eris flip from open and vulnerable to cold and aloof, was like watching the last rays of sun disappear over the horizon - blink and you’d miss it. Eris nodded once, his eyes cold, lifting his chin just a bit. Eris’s voice as he spoke was smooth, arrogant, not a hint of the warmth Azriel had gotten used to. “Usually, males and females alike wait until the morning after to say something along those lines.”

Azriel stiffened, well aware that he’d managed to hurt Eris. He didn’t know what to say to make this whole thing better, but was saved from having to speak when the door to Eris’s bedroom slammed against the wall as it flew open. 

“I think I’ve found those—” Eris’s younger brother faltered, stopping suddenly, almost as if he’d hit some sort of ward.

Azriel nearly tripped over himself as he abruptly stood, him and Eris weren’t even that close to each other anymore but he felt like he desperately needed the space. Shadows frantically swirled around his feet, some skittering towards the Vanserra by the door. They hadn’t warned him for the second time that night of someone else’s presence, and Azriel was starting to think they were playing some sort of cruel joke on him.

Azriel had spoken to Rufus many times in their combined efforts to stop Koschei, and the young male almost always had something to say. Rendering him speechless wasn’t something that Azriel would have thought possible, but there he was, multiple ancient looking scrolls in his arms, his jaw slack as his russett eyes looked between the Autumn Court’s Heir and the Night Court’s Spymaster.

Azriel was certain that alarm was evident all over the features of his usually blank face, his shadows dancing around him as he waited for someone else to speak. - Rufus angled his head, amusement glittering in his all-too clever eyes. He looked very much like Lucien as he drawled, “Am I interrupting something?”

Eris’s sharp response nearly had Azriel flinching. “No.” 

Rufus smiled, elegant auburn brows raised as he adjusted the scrolls in his arms, “I have many questions.”

Eris’s smile in return was more of a bare of teeth, “And you will ask none of them.” 

“I’ll ask them later,” Rufus didn’t even look in Azriel’s direction as he threw himself onto one of the cushioned chairs by the fire. “I got those maps you asked for.” 

Azriel had forgotten that they’d asked Rufus to look for some older maps of the continent. Eris had been sure that they would be able to find some in the library of the Forest House, and Rufus had been the one who offered to look for them.

“Are you going to look over these with us, Shadowsinger, or are you going to stay by the foot of Eris’s bed the whole night?” 

Rufus spoke to Azriel, but Eris answered for him. “Azriel was just leaving.” 

Azriel turned his head sharply to face Eris. He was still leaning against the headboard of his bed, his hair messier than Azriel had ever seen it, his mouth set in a way that suggested he wasn’t very pleased.  

“Eris…” Azriel made to take a step towards him.

The Autumn prince just waved a hand dismissively, “Have a goodnight.” 

Azriel barely heard him, the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. He couldn’t help but feel as though leaving Eris’s cottage might be an even bigger mistake than the kiss. Azriel nodded once at Eris, deciding he’d winnow straight to the House of Wind as shadows swarmed him; he wasn’t in the mood to speak to anyone right now. Eris’s flame bright eyes was the last thing Azriel saw as he was engulfed in darkness.

[vermillionbones]

I'd love to hear more of your Phobditor HCs!!

ohoho thank you for enabling me anon i am going to kiss you directly on the mouth /pl

also slight warning for spoilers to the new(??) ending of project nexus!! i don't talk explicitly about what happens in general, but the stuff involving phobos is mentioned in the very first hc so for those of you who don't wanna be spoiled you can just skip that one lol. grab sum popcorn lads this one's a long one snbcnkcnvmv

Phobditor HCs!!

rbs very much appreciated 👉👈

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so i hc that phobos didn't actually get banished at the end of MPN, but he did get his ass handed to him to the point where he was so injured and drained of energy that he couldn't use most of his abilities. he went into hiding for a while and eventually found the AAHW, which he proceeded to join since he didn't really have anywhere else to go. after he'd healed and returned to his full strengh the auditor recognised how potentially useful he could be as a second in command, but ofc he'd have to earn her trust first. normally i don't try to make things make sense like this but since the auditor isn't actually in MPN i thought i'd at least try lmao

the auditor: ruthless girlboss by day, feral spouse-adjacent shithead by night

phobos is basically the same but instead he's manipulate mansplain by day and malewife manwhore by night /hj

before they got closer they'd never really physically interacted w/ each other, so phobos kind of assumed the auditor would be at least slightly painful to touch [cuz yknow. she's made of fire lmao]. plus he'd witnessed her setting things and people on fire with her bare hands before and he'd rather not get turned into a walking bonfire, thanks. the closest she'd ever been to touching him previously was like flicking the antenna on his helmet to piss him off

but like way, WAY later he finds out that audi can actually manipulate the temperature of their flames to an extent, so when they touch his hand for the first time he's really surprised when they're just like. pleasantly warm. kinda like the fuzziness you feel after you drink something hot but on the outside of your body

however this has also resulted in phobos using her as a mobile safety blanket lmao. sometimes if it gets too cold in the office he'll wander up to her and bug her until she folds a wing around him and tucks his head under her chin

when he's being a shithead sometimes she'll just pick him up by the back of his jacket and drag him off like a disobedient kitten lmao

They don't really have a super crazy height difference normally [i hc that audi is around 6'3 and phobos is 5'10 if he's not slouching] but sometimes she just morphs herself to have a several-foot height advantage just to fuck with him. like she'll appear in his office as this 9-foot-tall behemoth and he'll just be like "?? excuse me?? ma'am?? you can't do this to me???"

before he got to know her better, phobos had no idea the auditor preferred she/they pronouns over they/it like the agents around him seemed to think. he never made a big deal out of it and never explicitly brought it up, but he remembers to switch it up for her every now and then. plus whenever audi overhears him doing that she gets all fuzzy inside sfbfnckvj

phobos really likes her wings. he actually might be a little jealous of them, but he'd never tell her that sfvngk

ever since audi found out about this, they tend to subtly unfurl them and use them to gesticulate more when he's around. occasionally she'll use the claws at the peaks of her wings on touchscreens in place of a finger n stuff. she's also [gently] swatted him upside the head with a wing a few times when he was being a dickhead, but it doesn't really hurt him lol

she also lets him pet them when they're not busy. contrary to what he'd assumed, it doesn't actually feel like a whole lot to her - she's described the feeling as something similar to how it feels to have someone tracing their fingers along the back of your hand

phobos stims sometimes!! he has a bad habit of masking while he's working since a few of them are vocal and he doesn't want to distract anyone, but if he's just hanging out with audi he's totally chill. one of his more common ones is when he thinks out loud, either quietly narrating his current train of thought or saying unrelated words - usually confirmations like 'yeah' or 'mhm' - out loud cuz he thinks they're fun to say. occasionally he'll start humming low in his throat kinda like a microwave cuz he likes how his voice feels in his chest

also when he's standing idle sometimes he holds his arms closer to his chest and fidget with them

the auditor doesn't stim, but to people who know them well their wings are like big signs that can wordlessly describe how they're feeling [which is like my favourite thing to write cos wing emoting is really fun skdjbknk]. occasionally they might subtly flutter their wings when they're very pleased or receive good news, or flare them out when they're irritated/stressed

i always forget that phobos is actually like super powerful in canon so i hc that audi does too lmao. like it always slips her mind that he can teleport too so she'll dramatically disappear after telling him off for doing some dumb shit and fuckin scream when he somehow appears in the same room as her less than a second later

phobos has a red and black lava lamp in his office!! he'd never admit it but he got it cuz it reminds him of audi :]

phobos loves watching audi in combat for some reason. i mean he already likes watching them do stuff so he can backseat drive, but he's also quietly admitted that her fighting style is interesting to watch

he can't really put it into words, but it's because the way they fight looks incredibly effortless and fluid, mainly due to them having so much time to adapt to and understand their powers [both their original powers and the ones granted by the halo]. when phobos' own abilities started to surface he was incredibly unstable and struggled to properly harness them for months, so he thinks it's nice to watch someone who actually knows what they're doing for once.

much to the auditor's surprise, phobos is actually a bit insecure behind all that confudence, particularly about scars. after being close to her for a while, phobos came out of his shell a bit and explained how he managed to grant himself his powers/abilities, which is something i'll absolutely go further in depth with later [via a longer hc that i'm gonna post eventually lol] but to summarise he basically infused himself with raw madness in what he's eloquently dubbed 'the incident'. Of course, doing that to himself didn't come without consequence, and he's permanently scored with a variation of lightning & burn scars on his forearms, thighs, and most of his torso.

for the longest time, the most casual thing he'd wear even around just her was the long-sleeved sweater he wore underneath his trench coat, and he refused to change even if he was literally overheating. though eventually after he told her about what happened he felt way more comfortable and now whenever they're in their shared room audi practically has to throw a shirt at him to get him to wear one sbkcjcnk

the auditor has a sort of subspace/pocket dimension where they can store different items and recall them at will. normally it's pretty empty, but ever since she grew to like phobos she's started keeping miscellaneous things in there for him. sometimes she pulls out a drink or snack that he likes, sometimes she pulls out a little water gun with phobos' name scrawled on it and shoots him with it when he's being a shithead

they are both,, SO fucking touch-starved. like they will not let go of each other [at least if they're not currently in the middle of something or around agency employees] cuz internally they're both just going "wow!!! that's a hand i'm holding!!!!! there's a hand holding my hand!!!! wow!!!!!! i love this!!!!!"

having one eye isn't exactly the best thing for depth perception, especially when you're really tired, so sometimes audi has to hold phobos' hand and guide him around in the mornings because he can [and has] walked into walls and counters

even since before they became a thing, phobos had been a little envious of the auditor's halo and the powers it granted her. he used to subtly try to yoink it from her, maliciously at first but far more playfully later, where he'd like lightly grab it and give it a gentle spin above her head like a mobile. but his infatuation with the halo kinda died after she decided to let him borrow/try it out once by allowing him to link with it

by linking i essentially mean like wearing it, but the halo is so powerful that you can't just 'wear' it without letting it bond with a part of you

long story short, he went into it with far too much overconfidence & cockiness and the halo violently rejected him, kind of like how it rejected the auditor once. he wasn't at all prepared for the sheer amount of power that surged through him the moment it started to link with him, so it essentially short-circuited his brain and knocked him unconscious for the better part of a week. when he woke again, the auditor told him he was lucky his head didn't explode and calmly suggested they never tried that again, and he felt inclined to agree.

of course, he still toys with the halo while the auditor's properly linked with it since he knows it can't link to more than one host at a time. and despite his seeming ease and "it's in the past" sort of mentality about the whole event, if someone mentions the concept of him actually taking the halo and linking with it again, he'll shudder and shake his head, saying it's not his place to do so.

the auditor has no doubt it delivered a pretty harsh blow to his ego [being rejected by the thing that would make him a god would prolly do that], but knows he's too prideful to admit that.

audi likes listening to phobos when he goes off on super long monologues, especially if they're like those super cheesy villain monologues. like he could literally be talking about anything and she'll sit there to hear him out, especially if it's less related to work and more about himself

the auditor is super deliberate in the way they pronounce things and they tend to casually drawl their words out to further cement their cool, unbothered boss persona. however the way she talks doesn't really intimidate phobos anymore since he's also been next to her right after she's been woken up, when she's mumbling quietly & slurring some of her words together. he knows the big scary boss side of the auditor is just a persona used for everyone but him, so he feels a lot more at ease with them even when they're trying to be scary

even after being together for a while, phobos still has no fucking idea what the auditor is made of. like he's admitted to her that he's genuinely clueless, and if she lets him he'll spend like 99% of their downtime quietly interacting with her flames [read: curling his fingers through them and petting them] while he muses about his hypotheses for how stuff like her liquidy-shadow form works. they were a little suspicious of his motives at first, but after they relaxed they realised he was just genuinely curious and willing to share his concepts to see if he was right

they have like. the smoothest banter anyone at the agency has seen. like it's super cheesy back-and-forth stuff that wouldn't sound out of place in an 80s sitcom, but it just kinda flows out when they're both comfortable. and ofc they'd deny it if anyone mentioned it but they literally banter like an old married couple lmAO

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[idreamofplaid]

Bali

Summary: Sam has made the reader’s dreams come true, and now he’s making one more a reality.

Characters: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1692

A/N: This is for @thinkinghardhardlythinking . It’s based on a fic she wrote called Where Are We? Check it out on her Masterlist. While you’re there, spend some time enjoying some of the best fics I’ve read in this fandom. If you haven’t read it, it is some of the sweetest fluff you will ever find. I originally intended for this fic to be pure fluff, but Sam and the reader had other ideas. I hope this little escape with Sam makes you smile, Sai.

Sam’s large hands covered your eyes, and his lips softly grazed your ear before he asked, “Where are we?”

You inhaled the salt of the sea that hung in the air, smiled, and sighed deeply. Your voice was only slightly louder than his whisper when you answered, “Sam, I know where we are.” 

He didn’t move his hands, still playing the game that it was a surprise. “Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

“We’re in Bali.” A happy tingle coursed through your body when you said the words out loud. Being here was just one more dream Sam had made come true for you.

He dropped his hands from your eyes and wrapped them around your waist. You were sitting between his long outstretched legs on the white upholstered chaise with your back resting against the warmth of his bare chest, made even warmer by the caress of the sun upon it. He would have a beautiful golden tan by the time this vacation was over.

The view before you was breathtaking, and you settled your arms over his where they were still securely around your waist, holding him closer to you. A gentle breeze was blowing in from the ocean. The afternoon sunlight had softened from the bright glow of the morning, and in a couple more hours the sky would begin to fill with the pinks and oranges of sunset.

“This is perfect, Sam.” A contented sigh left your lips, and you could feel Sam’s smile against your skin when he brushed the lightest of kisses across your cheek. 

“I think you’re even more beautiful here,” he said, “if that’s possible.” He nuzzled his cheek into your hair. 

The intimate gesture sparked a deliciously naughty thought in your mind. Actually, it was more of a memory. You bit your bottom lip and drew it up, running it along Sam’s muscular calf and thigh. “Sam, where were we this morning?”

He leaned his head into your and nibbled at your earlobe. “We were in bed.” There it was. That voice. The one Sam reserved for use in the bedroom, or when he wanted to go there. “You keep making me think about it like this, and I’ll pick you up and take you back there right now.” He moved his mouth lower to kiss your neck. 

The touch of his lips made you melt, and you rubbed your hand lightly over his forearm while he kissed you, feeling the prominent veins there as you did. Never before had you found a thing like veins sexy, but on Sam; they absolutely were.

You moaned at the feel of him, his mouth and his skin. The sound you made was a mix of happiness and the ever present need you had for him. “We don’t have to go back inside, Sam.”

His mouth kept moving lower, his kisses covering the exposed skin of your shoulder. “You mean do it right here?” he asked. He sounded surprised and hopeful.

You turned in Sam’s arms. Your body was now lying on top of his, and you could feel every beautiful inch of him beneath you. He was firm, toned, and gorgeous. Your fingers explored his chest and his well defined biceps. You almost forgot to answer him; you were lost in his sheer beauty. It still amazed you how a man could be that masculine and that beautiful.

“We could,” you finally said. “It’s private enough.” The resort where you were staying had positioned the bungalows far enough apart that privacy was assured, probably for this very reason.

Sam swallowed at the thought. He ran his hands slowly down your back, stopping them just below your waist where the curve of your hips began to swell. He kissed you, the sweet taste of his mouth on your lips; and his tongue circling  with a gentle insistence around yours.

When he pulled back, you looked into his eyes. Every time you did you felt a flutter in your heart, just as you had the first time you looked into them knowing that you loved him. That flutter had never gone away, and you were sure it never would.

Today Sam’s eyes were a hypnotizing mix of blue, green, and gold that blended the colors of the sun, sea, and sky. Gazing into his eyes, tears started to gather at the corners of your own. Sam brushed away the bit of moisture with the pad of his thumb.

“Y/N, what is it?” He left his hand on your face, holding it gently in his large palm. 

You didn’t say anything, just looked into his eyes. It was still hard to believe you could look into them as long as you wanted and as often as you wanted now. You’d dreamed of it for so long.

Sam had started stroking the side of your face lightly with his knuckles when you finally said, “Sometimes I just can’t believe all of this is real. It’s so wonderful that it scares me it could all just go away.”

“Y/N.” The sound of Sam saying your name, and the soft roar of the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, soothed your fears. Sam’s eyes didn’t leave yours, and he smiled at you so softly that his dimples barely started to show.

“What we have together is true, and it’s real, Y/N. More real than anything I’ve ever known. I didn’t think I could be a hunter and have love. Now, I live to see you smile. That’s never going to change.”

Something shifted inside of you at that moment that was as big and powerful as any earthquake without the destruction. This was the opposite. All those moments you’d shared with Sam had built something. All those days you’d spent in the bunker doing the mundane things of ordinary life, like when you did the laundry together, hadn’t been ordinary at all. You’d been creating this thing you had together, this indestructible, eternal, better than a fairytale thing. 

You wrapped your arms around him, needing that closeness, wanting to hold what belonged to you. Sam returned the embrace, keeping you safe and loved within his arms. You closed your eyes and lay your head on his chest, inhaling the scent of him and etching this moment into your memory.

After a few minutes, Sam shifted onto his side. You were now on your side too, facing him. Your fingers skimmed through his long silky hair. The first night you had ever spent with Sam, you had lain in bed with him just like this after you’d made love, playing with his hair and running your hands over his body because you could, because he wanted you to.

Sam kissed you with your fingers still in his hair. He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, and then eased it gently into your mouth. The deeper the kiss became, the more your fingers tightened in his hair. 

You were wearing a simple loose fitting white swimsuit cover up over your suit, making it easy for Sam to slide it up your thigh and move your suit to the side so he could run his thick finger through your already slick folds. You inhaled sharply and held your breath when he pushed his finger into your opening. 

He left a trail of kisses from your mouth, along your cheek, up to your ear. “Do you know when you’re the most beautiful, Y/N?”

“No,” you answered. Sam was stroking that sweet spot inside of you, and your breathing was getting more ragged by the second. 

“You are gorgeous when you come for me.” That voice was back, the deep sexy smooth bedroom voice that could make you come from the sound of it alone. “Are you going to come, Y/N?”

“Sam. Sam.” Your fingers dug into his bicep; your orgasm getting closer with his every word and every movement of his finger.

He pushed another finger inside you, filling you and edging you closer to what you knew was going to be a bone melting orgasm. “That’s it. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let go for me.”

You clenched around his fingers and called out his name as you gave your orgasm to him the way he wanted. He worked you through it until your hold on his arm loosened. “Sam.” He kissed you until your breathing evened out.

“You okay?” he whispered, still holding you close.

“Yes, but I need more of you.” You sat up and pulled your arms into the sleeves of your cover up, working the straps of your suit down your arms, and taking it off. Sam saw what you were doing. He turned onto his back and lifted his hips, taking off his swim trunks and tossing them to the deck.

Sam didn’t seem to mind that he was completely naked while you were keeping your modesty, still wearing your cover up, because his hands could explore your body beneath it. He cupped your breasts in his large hands and ran them down your sides, resting them firmly on your hips. 

He was covering your neck with open mouthed kisses, and the ache for him in your core was becoming more intense. “Sam, need you.” 

Sam rolled you onto your back and gently opened your legs. You could feel the blunt tip of his cock at your opening. His eyes held yours while he entered you, taking it slow to allow your body time to adjust and stretch around him.

He knew how to read you and your body; he knew how to give you everything you needed. The way Sam moved inside you made you forget everything but now and him. He brought you to a second orgasm, holding off his own pleasure until he brought you to that peak for the third time. It was only then that he fell over with you.

You lay in each other’s arms, beneath the sun with the sound of the ocean in your ears. Sam kissed your forehead, and he asked, “Where are we?”

Without even thinking, you replied, “In love.”

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Coffee-Stained Sweater

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid Characters: Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan Additional Tags: Sweaters, Fluff, Drabble Word Count: 1408

Summary: “You look really cute in that sweater.” In which Morgan finds himself liking Reid's new sweater enough to build up the nerve and ask him out. 

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“You look really cute in that sweater.”

Waking up that morning, Derek Morgan never would have thought that those words would be the ones he started his day off with. He was almost as surprised as Reid was when he heard it, and the younger man simply blinked but smiled and glanced down at himself as if checking to make sure that it was really his sweater that he was referring to.

“O-Oh, thank you, thanks,” he stammered bashfully, smoothing a hand down his chest over the front of it. It wasn’t anything special; warm burgundy in color, it was made of wool with a cable knit pattern. It was very warm, thankfully, since winter was in full force and poor Reid was no match for the East Coast weather. It hung off of his slim frame though, oversized, and his hands barely peaked out from the sleeves. Morgan found it adorable though, and the more he looked at his coworker, the more difficult it was to look away.

“Sorry, that was, um... That was weird. Let me try again; Good morning, I like your sweater,” Morgan said dismissively, his face heated up as he swallowed almost nervously,Reid didn’t let this go unnoticed either, because even though he himself was flustered, Derek Morgan was never embarrassed after giving compliments. He did it to Garcia all the time, and the banter between the two of them lasted through entire cases. What was it about him that was so different?

“Good morning, Derek. And thank you,” Spencer said, playing along and offering a small smile as he stood up from his desk to go to the break room. He was already on his third cup of coffee, and if Morgan knew, he would probably scold him for being so unhealthy. But given their job and its unpredictable schedule, it wasn’t exactly easy to maintain healthy eating habits. 

Derek settled himself in at his desk, watching Spencer go and knowing his eyes were lingering on the young doctor for far too long. His feelings for the other had already been under the radar for quite some; nearly a year and a half now. He didn’t know how much longer they could be kept restrained, because every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to wrap Spencer Reid up in his arms and hold him and his oversized sweater. He eventually built up the nerve to follow after Reid into the break room, seeing him standing in front of the coffee machine with a faraway look in his eyes. 

He approached slowly, and only when he said his name softly and laid a hand on his shoulder did Reid react - quite violently too. He jerked out of his daydreaming, the half filled mug splashing on his sweater in its descent to the floor, where it shattered in a dark puddle. “Oh god, Reid, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Morgan said, pulling back from the other and looking back and forth between his stained sweater and the floor.

Spencer looked both surprised and confused, lashes fluttering in his shock as he looked down at his now stained sweater and felt the burning in his abdomen. “I will be after I recover from my third degree burns,” he said, a pained expression on his face now. Morgan was filled with guilt and he immediately began to panic in fear that Reid was actually injured. The young doctor muttered something about going to the bathroom and scurried off quickly, waddling like a penguin with his arms extended from his soaked midriff. Morgan watched him go before cleaning up the mess that he had inadvertently made, sweeping up the broken glass and disposing of it before heading back to the bullpen in search of Reid to make sure he was really okay. But when he didn’t see him at his desk, he immediately realized he must still be in the bathroom, and that concerned him.

Collecting Reid’s go bag which sat on the ground beside his desk, he headed towards the bathroom down the hall and immediately saw Spencer in front of the mirrors, shirtless and wiping off his thin abdomen and was he always that pale?

“S-Sorry, man, I just brought your go bag... For a change of clothes,” he said, looking away as he thrust it towards the other man. If it were any other man, he most likely wouldn’t look away like that, but it was Spencer and he knew how shy the genius was. Spencer didn’t seem to notice though, because he took the bag offered and began to ruffle through it, only to look up and see Morgan with his head turned, eyes averted.

“Thank you,” Spencer said, slipping a button up shirt on over his shoulders and looking towards Morgan with a fond smile. 

The rest of the day went by as normal, but the tension between the two men did not go unnoticed by Emily, who continuously looked back and forth as if searching for an explanation. When she realized she wouldn't get one though, she gave up and focused on her work. As was usual, Reid ended up finishing his files before the other two, but he hung around and typed away at his computer, consulting on other cases that requested an expert’s help. 

When six o’clock came, the group began to pack up, but Morgan purposely stayed behind until it was just him and Reid, and he made sure to walk out with him too. He made it look as natural as possible, but luckily that was not difficult to do because even though Reid was an excellent profiler, he was not the greatest at reading social cues. They stood in the elevator side by side, Reid fidgeting somewhat nervously with the strap of his messenger bag while he waited for the doors to open. But somewhere between the fourth and the fifth floor, Morgan built up the courage to speak. 

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said, his voice low as if there were others around who could hear them, even though it was just the two of them. Spencer looked at him in confusion, tilting his head.

“What?”

“What I said this morning... About your sweater,” he filled in awkwardly, and the smile on Spencer’s face was enough for his heart to skip a beat, radiant and practically sparkling.

“Th-Thank you,” he said, flattered and flushed again, but he was much more comfortable with the compliment now than he was that morning.

“Maybe... Maybe I can make it up to you, for that dropped coffee,” he said, and Spencer’s nose twitched slightly at that, as if his confusion caused a physical reaction. 

“What do you mean? We get coffee all the time,” he said, and Derek felt himself grow more nervous than he had anticipated. Right... Reid wasn’t good with typical social interactions. He really had to be specific about this. “Just last week we went to get lunch together.”

“No, I mean... Like as a date,” Morgan explained, and Reid’s expression could have been comical if it were any other situation. His hazel eyes went impossibly wide and his lips parted just slightly, and it seemed as if the young doctor’s brain had short circuited. “Reid?...”

“A-A date?” he stuttered, tongue flicking out across his lips as he swallowed nervously. “You... me... date?”

“Yeah, I mean... It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. We can go to that cafe that you like, the one with all of the different flavored syrups,” Morgan said, suddenly growing aware of the very real possibility that he could be rejected. But instead, a small smile grew on Reid’s lips and nervously, he bobbed his head in the affirmative.

“I’d like that,” he said softly, and by then, the elevator doors had opened and the two men were left standing inside now facing each other while exposed to the parking garage. 

“Good... Good,” Morgan said, and Reid glanced down at himself before looking back up to meet Derek’s gaze.

“I’ll wear the sweater. Since you liked it,” he said bashfully and Morgan wasn't sure if this boy could be any more precious. The two eventually parted ways for the night, and Morgan was left feeling more fulfilled than he had in awhile. He never thought a coffee stained sweater could be the gateway to a date with Reid.

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Runaway

Okay so I wrote something anyway love you guys :)

Meet Amaya Harlow noble and full time badass

“What do you think you are doing ungrateful child!” A slap echoed in the study. The man in question was Cristano Harlow, noble of the Clover Kingdom. “I keep you fed, I keep you clothed and you can’t do a simple thing for me? Your father!”

The man was in a rage, his fiery hair seemingly matching the flush on his cheeks as a second slap echoed.

“I’m sorry.” Amaya whispered through quiet anger.

“No you aren’t.” He spat before gripping at her hair. “You’ll keep your mouth shut, you will marry anyone I choose, better yet you’ll do anything I say. For example- if my business partner wants to see the merchandise you’ll let him see it…. Understood.”

“Yes sir.”

Grey eyes locked onto the wide fearful eyes of her younger brother- wondering if it would happen to him too. It wouldn’t. Cristano would never lay a hand on his son. His daughter however he slapped for simply answering a question in a way he didn’t like.

That was it. Amaya couldn’t handle it anymore she had to leave.

Once Cristano left Eren stepped towards his sister.

“Amaya?”

“I have to leave Eren.” She said softly. His stormy grey eyes locked with her silvery ones in confusion. “He won’t hurt you. He never has. I can’t live like this anymore.”

It hurt to hear his older sister sound so broken, weak, fragile. She was always boisterous and rowdy with him teaching him magic and sword play she even taught him archery considering that was the only thing their father would boast about her, his eldest child- her incredible archery skills. It was pathetic really that he didn’t see anything else worthy of being a Harlow.

“Where will you go?” He asked. He was only 13 while he understood her leaving he still wanted to know she’d be safe. Thirteen was when he had to start becoming a man his father told him. Amaya gently ruffled his auburn locks, the shade so much lighter than her bright scarlet ones.

“The magic knight entrance exams are soon. Maybe I can join a squad and keep out of fathers radar.” Eren’s eyes sparkled. The idea of his sister being a knight filled him with so much joy.

“Promise to write to me?”

“Always.”

It was only weeks later when she’d escaped and made her way to the capital. A silver locket pressed to her chest with her hand as she navigates through the busy streets towards the arena for the exam. The locket held a picture of Amaya and Eren, a good luck charm from the little wizard.

Next thing she knew she had a number and was waiting for the exam to begin. She pulled her cloak tighter against her for comfort. This might have been insane why did she think she could hide from the Harlow watchers like this? Becoming a magic knight… wouldn’t that put more eyes on her? No. She promised Eren.

The first test was basic, fly on a broom, she felt like a child standing so perfectly upon the old cleaning utensil high above the rest. She sniggered quietly watching people stagger and wobble beneath her.

Next was magic blasting? She had to blast magic at a wall. She wasn’t too sure about that considering blasts weren’t something she ever worked on. With a steady breath she allowed her grimoire to flutter, a new page being written, the royal blue covers seemed to glow happily at the new page making her smile. A small ball barely bigger than her palm appeared, a black spiral formed with what seemed like white sparkles. Her hand buzzed urging her to throw it. Without any beautiful movement she threw the orb hard at the wall tearing a hole clean through. She jumped a little in excitement before straightening herself out and walking towards the next test.

Moving targets. She held back her excitement. Technically there wasn’t anything against her using weapons as far as she was aware but she didn’t bring her bow but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make one out of magic…. Actually no she had something more fun up her sleeve. With a puff of her chest her grimoire came to life once more.

“Rain fall target lock.” With a tilt of her head a grey cloud seemed to form around her grimoire and with a crack rain water seemed to strike its mark with ease. She smiled again, pulling down her hood to hide the glee, that was always her favourite spell.

Time to create something with magic. Amaya’s nose scrunched she has no idea what to do that that task. She could bring over a small Thunder cloud, darken the arena, make it rain or make a shield or mist… that might be a good idea. With a quiet hum Amaya stepped forward hands seemingly just swaying through the air. The squad captains watched closely confused at the simple movement as the air began to still.

“Is she crazy or are we just not seeing what she is?” Jack asked, the captain of the green mantises. Amaya’s head snapped towards the captain making him furrow his brows- had she heard him?

“Excuse me?” Her voice carried towards one of the other examinees.

“Yes?”

“Sorry to bother you could you do me a favour and blast some magic at me. I can create mist shields and well it’s a bit hard to see as you can… well see.” Amaya shrugged. The other mage squinted at the slightly hazy orb just barely visible. They nod. Magic water swirling in their palms.

“Is she actually crazy what’s happening?” Jack asked again.

“She’s got balls is what.” Yami, the Black Bulls captain, laughed.

The mage’s magic swelled before blasting towards Amaya who stood perfectly still. The captains and those watching nearby held their breath only to see a spray of mist swell around her the water magic disappearing at a touch.

“It was a shield.” Amaya yelled out in conformation. Held breaths dissipated- okay she wasn’t crazy that’s good.

Next she needed to help a seed grow. She won’t lie that was very easy especially with magic that involves the rain. It bloomed into a beautiful blue rose, Amaya hummed happily as she held the rose up to be seen- Charlotte was more than impressed by this.

Finally. Amaya had been waiting for this a fight. A mage stood across from her, his magic seemingly water of some kind. Maybe snow she wasn’t sure. With a grin she took a step forward.

“Little missy thinks she’s tough just because she’s been doing so well so far.” He taunted. From the shade of her hood all he could see was the grin that split across her face. Taunting back she laughed lowly.

“Little man thinks he’s special with his pretty purple robes.” He flushed.

“Don’t mock me little girl.”

“Ouch that one hurt.” She snickered. Her tongue swiped across her teeth. “Are you going to fire first or just keep walking backwards?”

“You insolent child.” Within an instant her smile dropped and so did she beneath the shade of her grimoire which was left floating above her cloak. “Where did she go-“

“I’m right here.” She whispered into his ear. His eyes widened and head turned, she was behind him. But how? He wanted to yell. She had only seemed to have rain magic of some kind. “What did I scare you?” She laughed.

“No you lowly peasant. A mere slave like you could do no such thing. You vile rodent of a being.” He barked, trailing into insults many people chose to cover their ears for.

“People like you piss me off.” She spat before blasting him with her new found spell- though more subdued so as to not put a hole in him. He fell to the ground skidding away from his Grimoire. He looked up at her, long scarlet hair shadowing her face, silver grey eyes staring him down as he slowly lost consciousness. “Oops.”

With a yawn she waited her turn cloak now resting comfortably back on her shoulders. Her number should be soon she thinks. She’d heard before the exams began that two new squads had formed over the last few months, Black Bulls and Golden Dawn. Grey eyes scanned the Captains, she really hadn’t thought about who she’d like to join. Definitely not the Silver Eagle or the Grey Deer she wasn’t a fan of the Silva family and while she knows the Grey deer have a good reputation her father spoke of the captain highly so that’s a no. The Coral Peacock didn’t peak her interest and within the lack of feminine traits she has the one thing she got from her mum was at least a sense of fashion- so she wasn’t a fan of the colours sue her. Purple Orca’s also was a no her father was friends with their old captain. Blue Rose didn’t peak her interest, Charlotte was nice they’d met before but all girls meant she’d not be allowed to have fun- Uh yes because Char is a stickler for following rules. Yep. The Green Mantis just wasn’t up her ally she’d definitely butt heads with Jack knowing her personality when pissed off. Crimson Lions… the captain isn’t ugly… but again a stickler for rules and orders she might not get much freedom. The Black Bulls had Yami Sukehiro as its captain, many people in the nobles know of him as the foreigner that pisses off the Royals and such. She might get along with him if memory serves her right from the few times they met when she was sneaking out- doubtfully he’d remember that. Golden Dawn she new nothing about. She didn’t know the captain except that he was a noble and that he wore a mask at all times according to the crowds knowledge. She stared at him, drinking in his posture and movement. He was a kind man probably lenient if this is the first time he’s a captain.

She didn’t expect to see all hands but the fact that Nozel was the only ones who didn’t raise his hand made her smirk- so maybe he’d recognised her she couldn’t tell if that was good or bad.

“Golden Dawn.” She said before anyone else could.

“You’ll be the first person to-“

“”I said the squad I want to be in referee is that not what I was meant to say?” She asked. Her grey eyes stared up to look at her Captain who gave a genuinely kind smile.

“Well uh-“

“Welcome to The Golden Dawn you’ll be shown to your designated area by a guard.” William interjected. She nodded before walking off.

Yami whistled lowly to his friend.

“Can’t tell if you bagged an insane woman, an attractive woman or one that’ll fuck you over.” Yami joked.

“Now Yami don’t be crass.”

“Don’t deny her beauty I saw you watching her.”

“We all where.” William responded quickly.

“Sure sure.” Yami laughed.

William rolled his eyes, he could tell she’d make a great asset.

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Introductions

Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 12: Ball/Gravestone

"It's gonna be a quiet meetin'. They're not...th' most talkative people, these days."

"No, I know, love, of course. I absolutely still want to do this. You're so brave for this and I'm so proud of you."

Leon couldn't hold in a chuckle at that. Valarin's open, whole-hearted support of him for what was, admittedly, a trip that Leon had made dozens of times by now was all but impossible to ignore. The reassurance wasn’t necessary, but he wasn’t about to ruin Val’s fun. He simply set a hand on his wee love's shoulder to momentarily silence him, and bent to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you, love. It's okay. I'm not gonna collapse, it's just...a li'l tense, sometimes. Bringin' somebody new..." He let himself trail off as he inspected the kit they'd brought with them. Valarin had brought the supplies for their lunch, and he'd brought a bag of gardening tools, along with a couple bouquets of marigolds at Val's insistence. Asking about the marigolds had opened up the floodgates, not that he minded; listening to Valarin get himself going about something he was passionate about was one of Leon’s favorite things.

"The marigolds are traditionally very important! You see, the land of the living can be confusing and difficult to navigate for spirits. We try to help them by providing strong sensory things to guide them. The marigolds have a strong smell, but I think their color is quite strong too! And the candles are a little lighthouse..."

The flowers had been a bit of a trick to avoid crushing once they'd left the road that would've led them across the border into Stranglethorn, but they'd managed. He still wasn't sure if mum and dad would actually like the marigolds, but he understood the importance of it being this specific kind of flower, now. It was both like and unlike the little ceremonies the Gilnean was familiar with.

"This is such a lovely area, too. I’m honestly so excited to see where your parents rest. I’ve not really seen many human gravesites. I’m interested to see how similar they are. I’d like to learn about Gilnean customs regarding it. I know that the Day of the Dead is more widespread now, so I’m sure your parents will enjoy the offerings all the same. And--Hey, are you doing okay? You’ve been a little quiet."

Leon paused, then gave a short shake of his head. "Just tryna make sure we don't get lost, hey?" It was a lame excuse for letting his mind wander, but Val let it pass, since they were tromping through an awful lot of dense foliage. Valarin was aware there was a moonwell not all that far from where they wandered, and though there was a ceasefire, it was still Alliance territory and he was still visibly not a night elf. The tension wasn't really there like it'd been during their trip to Aerie Peak, though; they were alone and nowhere near a proper settlement.

He almost asked another question before Leon stopped, pointed at a small cluster of bright purple blooms hugging the forest floor, and said, "We're 'ere." It was hard not to get excited all over again, but he wanted to be respectful of Leon's feelings, so he kept himself from squeaking and simply gave Leon his best 'I'm here for you' smile. Leon answered it with another kiss on his forehead. Val liked those kisses, even if they were usually Leon filling in a silence when he couldn't figure out what to say.

He watched Leon pull a ton of vines and push a ton of branches aside like a very sturdy set of curtains, and after a moment, rushed to assist. Together, they opened up a relatively worn footpath to a small clearing. Val couldn't help but gasp softly at the sight; it seemed like every square inch of the ground was covered in lilacs! Little purple flowers were everywhere, and the scent was almost overwhelming. Butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom in every direction, and small clouds of them seemed to erupt every time he or Leon took a step. He found himself tiptoeing to try and avoid crushing anything almost immediately.

"Oh, Light, it's absolutely beautiful, Leon. You did this?" The thought was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he tried not to let it, at least not yet. He knew he'd do plenty of crying before the day was out and he'd really rather not start again so soon. It was a little embarrassing, even if Leon said it wasn't. Just focus on not snagging your pants on anything, Valarin…

"Well, I mean, th' flowers did it on their own, mostly... flowers do tha'..." Leon looked sheepish as he deflected praise, "All I did was plant a couple an' leave 'em be. Lilacs 're 'ardy, easy thin's. Part o' why mum liked 'em so much." The Gilnean made his way carefully but quickly through the dense growth, well used to the path he took and not worrying overmuch about whether he was stomping flowers or butterflies; the flowers were going to be cut back anyway, and the butterflies were quicker than he was. Reaching the apparent edge of the clearing, Leon bent to set his hand on a particularly tall lilac bush, then abruptly tore away a few branches to reveal the carved wooden grave marker underneath it.

It was not a professional job, this marker, but it had definitely been a work of diligence and a high degree of effort. It was sanded down to a nearly glasslike smoothness, and it would probably shine like it once it was cleaned up. The uneven top edge of it suggested it had originally been a chunk of driftwood, but it’d been stained so dark that it was hard to be sure. Valarin was privately glad he’d gotten better at reading Common lettering; hand-carved stuff like this was a little tricky. “Bettany Marie Ambroce” caught a bit of light and practically glowed. 

“Right. ‘Ere we are, then.”

“Oh, Leon,” Valarin said, “This is so lovely. This is your mother?” He knelt down beside the wood and brushed his fingertips over the lettering. “Hello, Missus Ambroce. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Leon didn’t really know how else to answer, but felt like that was woefully insufficient. “This’s mum.” Okay that was almost less helpful. He brushed his fingers along the lettering in much the same way Valarin had, mulling over a few things before he settled on a simple, “...You r’member Val’rin, right? I’ve talked about ‘im b’fore…” He risked a glance at his little love, offering a weak smile. “Only th’ good stuff, though. Promise.”

“It better have been!” Val flashed a playful grin and tossed his hair. “I am a perfect angel, after all.”

Chuckling, Leon set down the bag of tools and took out a pair of hedge trimmers, offering them to Valarin. “I’ll take care o’ th’ bigger messes, you clear out th’ stuff all over th’ ground, okay?”

“Wait, are we doing this entire clearing?”

“Course. Otherwise th’ lilacs’ll grow way too far an’ get completely outta control. It’s already bad enough cuz I waited longer’n I should’ve, I norm’ly come by ev’ry month or so.”

Valarin looked out across the small expanse of purple with a tiny bit less wonderment than he had the first time. This was a bit more work than he’d realized, but, he had to admit to himself, Leon had warned him. And he was bound and determined to help, regardless, so! Nothing for it but to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Leon had to restrain himself from grinning at the look of almost militant determination that Val got before he started clipping away.

“Cheer up, at least y’ don’t ‘ave t’ make it look pretty, too, hey?” He waggled his own pair of much smaller clippers, and gestured toward the high-piled bushes covering the pair of markers. “I’ll prune these down an’ then we’ll both tackle th’ rest of ‘em. It only takes about an hour if there’s two of us.”

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“‘Ow d’you mean?”

“Well I’m going to end up killing most of these by cutting them back all…all willy-nilly, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but tha’s kinna th’ point. They can’t all keep growin’ or they’ll overtake more’n th’ forest kin afford, see? S’why I come back an’ clean it up at all. Can’t just plant whatever, wherever, or it throws th’ ‘ole balance outta whack. I’d be a worse druid than I already am if I just planted a bush an’ left it.”

“You are not a bad druid!”

Laughing, Leon pruned away, and Valarin attacked the rest of the lilacs with gusto.

Once they were roughly halfway through the clearing as a whole, Leon mercifully called for a break. Valarin was not at all accustomed to Leon in work mode, at least not like this; he knew the man could get lost in his leatherwork for hours, but that wasn’t quite so physically demanding as this. It was impressive, if a bit exhausting to keep up with.

They both sat down with a satisfied sigh, and Leon stretched his legs in the much more visible grass by the cleaned-up gravestones. Once properly polished, the lettering on both gleamed like it had been painted with gold:

Bettany Marie Ambroce Beloved wife and mother I’ll take it from here

Graeme Iain Ambroce Beloved husband and father I’ve got this

“Dad would’ve liked you, y’know.”

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Anybody ‘o kin keep up with an Ambroce’s bullshit is worth keepin’ an eye on, somethin’ like that.” Leon chuckled with a subdued smile, thinking back on various times when he’d heard that. Naturally, Graeme had been talking about his own wife, but still. It had merit. “‘Especially th’ wee ones.’ Mum was about yer ‘eight, I think.”

Valarin’s ears went back just a little. “I’m not that wee.” After a moment, though, he let himself chuckle, too. “Although I suppose it’s still a compliment. You said he was a mountain, anyway.”

That made Leon laugh, and he threw his arms out wide. “Oh yeah, an absolute fuckin’ behemoth, was dad. ‘E wrestled with steer at th’ yearly fairs, sometimes, an’...”

As much as Leon enjoyed listening to Valarin give impromptu dissertations, Valarin loved listening to Leon tell stories of his family and his home. Knowing that he’d never get to see either of them the way his boyfriend did, he clung to every word to try his best to imagine it, and let the farmboy ramble as long as he was willing to. He only dared to interrupt long enough to break out their picnic, which thankfully didn’t stop the flood at all.

Once they’d eaten and Leon had run out of tales to tell--some of which Valarin was sure had to be at least exaggerated, if not totally made up, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out which ones--they’d gotten back to work. It was almost agony to start over again, since they’d had enough time for their hands to start hurting. That only seemed to spur them to get done quicker so that they were able to put the tools away after what felt like no time at all.

While Leon was raking the detritus into a corner of the clearing, Valarin set to work by the markers.

First, Valarin set up a small collapsible bed tray in front of the markers themselves, and covered it with a white cloth. He set out a few candles and arranged the marigolds all around what would become their ofrenda. Upon the tray he left portions of the favored foods they had brought; raspberry tarts, beef pasties, fried taters, all sorts of things. Though they had no pictures of the deceased--Leon couldn’t bring himself to risk losing the only image he had of his entire family--it was the thought that counted for this.

Obviously, Leon wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to do things wrong (despite Valarin’s many and constant reminders that there was no wrong way to arrange an ofrenda), so he hung back until it was almost finished. At Valarin’s urging, Leon took up a long match, and they each lit a candle at the same time, one for each parent. Finally, a small bundle of marigold petals was pressed into Leon’s hands, and he awkwardly scattered them in a rough line from the ofrenda to the graves themselves. Valarin had already made one out of the clearing itself, and with Leon’s contribution, there was a complete path.

When he returned to Val’s side, Val immediately curled both arms around his waist and tugged him down till they were both seated in the grass before the ofrenda. There, Val could finally get the cuddles he so cherished. Leon smiled softly and dragged the insistent thing into his lap, the better to hug him close and rest his chin on top of Val’s head. 

“So… what ‘appens now?”

“Now, you tell me more stories about them, and cuddle me, and I’ll tell you stories about mine, and cuddle you.”

“All night?”

“All night.”

“I think I kin do tha’.”

Though they couldn’t leave everything behind, the next morning, a pair of marigold-and-lilac wreaths hung from the wooden gravestones.

( @daily-writing-challenge​ @valarin-sunstorm​ )

[weasleywinchester]

Lock The Damn Door!

Sammy Winchester x Reader

Hey y’all! Welcome to the first ever smut that is not just for my eyes only. Seems only fitting that my first smut written be for the for the one and only Sammy Winchester (he’s the whole reason I started watching Supernatural). I hope you enjoy 😉 P.S. Sammy’s Season 12 Hair I LIVE FOR

Summary: With this whole new hunting operation you helped the boys set up, you don’t get very much time with Sammy, heck he’s working 24/7 and deserves a break. Despite more women being here he doesn’t seem to take any interest, so you know what? It’s your time to make a move baby 😘

You lazily scan around the room, seeing if anyone is paying attention to where you gaze snaps back to every time he moves. (Which no one is, you all are safe and extremely busy working the new operation in the bunker.) 

Focus, (Y/N), F O C U S. 

The research for this case is not nearly as nice to look at as Sam Fucking Winchester. He has a new haircut that does the little flipy thing at the ends, and it makes your heart beat faster.

He’s chatting with someone about a hunt he’s putting together. One of the women staying in the bunker walks up to the pair, flashing Sammy a big smile and gives his shoulder a squeeze. He gives her a quick smile and quickly goes back to work mode.

“You’re staring again.” Bobby stage whispers at you. You throw a glare his way but he only chuckles.

“Make a move darlin’, someone else will eventually.” He nods his head over to Sam. The woman is now nodding her head in agreement to whatever Sammy is saying, and he wish she would stop. He’s seen every indication that she is interested in him from a mile away. Which he’s flattered by, but it’s just not right.

You follow Bobby’s gaze and realize Sam is wrapping up his conversation. He rubs his eyes, knowing he needs a break but you’re at the other table researching. What if you need him? He can’t leave that to chance, a possibility of another hunter swooping in and sweeping you off your feet. He glances up to see you quickly walking toward him and before he can try to start working (again) you grab the sleeve of his jacket and drag him into his bedroom. 

“Hey (Y/N), what is this about? ” he asks as you force him to sit down on the edge of the bed. You’re almost perfectly eye level with him, those cute hazel puppy eyes that you could get lost in… You shake the thoughts from your mind; grabbing a handful of flannel in each hand and smash your lips against his.

You both freeze, but you did it. YOU did what you have been dying to do since you laid eyes on Sam Fucking Winchester.

You slowly release your grip on his shirt, easing the pressure of your lips against his. You settle your hands on his broad shoulders and reluctantly let his lips part from yours.

“(Y/N)” he whispers, his lips chasing yours as his arms wrap around your waist. His mouth slides against yours as you begin to peel back the layers of flannel he has on. He removes one arm at a time from your waist, not wanting to let you go more than he has to, to slide the flannels off. You let your fingers glide along his biceps and across his shoulders; the muscles flexing under your touch, his t-shirt soft from years of wear.

Your hands slide to the back of his neck, every inch of skin that you come in contact with feels instantly on fire. He softly moans as you lace your fingers through his hair; the heat that shoots through to your core is almost unbearable and you peel your body away from him just enough for him to lift your shirt over your head. But even that small space is too far for too long. Before it’s even off, his lips find the crook of your neck, making you gasp as he sucks on the perfect spot. Your fingers automatically lacing back into his soft hair to keep you from turning into a puddle.

“Sammy...” You moan as you grasp at his shirt. He yearns to feel your fingers glide along his chest but not before he has you where he wants you. He fiddles with the button on your shorts, letting them slide to the floor as his palms hug every curve until they settle right below your butt.

“Hold on” he pants into your ear. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps your legs around his waist. He stands and turns to quickly set you on the bed and settles his body between your legs.

Your lips crash together again, Sam's tongue pushing into your mouth. A moan escapes you from the foreign feeling as you let your hands travel down his muscular back until you reach the band of his jeans. You make quick work of his button and he kicks them off the rest of the way. His hips settle back between your thighs, slowly grinding against your core. He moves his lips back to your neck, sucking every square inch until he makes you gasp for air.

“Sammy.” You whine, your thighs squeezing against his hips. His breath hitches, the bulge in his pants growing the more he grinds into you. You feel his fingers slide down one side of your body and run along the hem of your underwear.

“Yes!” You exhale, digging your fingers into his back. He dips one finger under and slides it through your slick core.

“All from one kiss?” He smirks against your cheek.

“Please Sammy, mo-” he starts tracing circles around your clit and your whole body jolts in excitement. You feel his smile widen against your skin, his finger moving faster. You bring his lips back to yours, letting his tongue have full control once again.

You can feel your orgasm building fast; impatient for the release you lift your hips for more pressure. He takes the hint, moving his fingers faster as he slides one long, thick finger inside you. You clench around him and he almost blows his load right as you arch your back. He puts more pressure on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you as the rubber band inside you snaps. The warmth from your core spreads hot and fast making your toes curl. You move his thumb away from your clit and rock yourself against his finger as the orgasm fades.

“Sammy.” His lips find yours again, your tongues dancing this time. He slides another finger in, dragging them along every inch of your walls. You feel the burn of the second orgasm building when he immediately pulls his fingers out. You oh! in surprise, ready to yell at him but he roughly grabs your panties and slides them off. You do the same with his boxers, moaning as his hard cock hits your inner thigh.

“Fuck.” He whispers, looking down to where you’re almost connected. He quickly searches his bedside table with one hand for a condom and quickly slips it on.

“Are you sure?” He whispers, searching your eyes for any possibility of a no.

“Fuck yes Sammy.” You eagerly kiss him again, making him moan as you wrap your hand around his thick cock. He lets you pump him a few times before he slaps your hand away. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. He kisses every inch his mouth can reach, lazily circling your clit as he waits for your walls stretch around him.

“You ok?” He whispers. You feverishly nod, your fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

“Baby, I need you to say it.”

“Yes Sammy, I’ve wanted this for so long.” You clench his cock for emphasis, his fingers pressing into your back. You’re sure you both will have a set of matching bruises in the morning.

He starts rocking his hips, pulling out half way until he slides in and out with ease. You can’t help the noises spilling out of you; noises you never knew you could make but then again you’ve never felt anything like this. He rocks his hips faster, keeping the friction concentrated on that glorious spot he’s found inside you. Your walls flutter at the intensity, earning you a gasp from Sam.

“Fuck (Y/N), you’re so tight.” He manages to push past his lips. And with that you fall over the edge, this time the feel of his cock making the ecstasy pulse through your whole body. His pace slows for a second and you push yourself into the bed, letting a little space come between you two. When he thrusts all the way back in you shift your hips to flip you both over.

“What are-“ he begins to protest.

“Need break, and air.” You moan, pecking his lips as you sit up. His eyes are on your chest, watching your tits bounce as you ride him. You take both his hands off your thighs, bringing them to cup your breasts, moving his fingers to pinch your nipples and you nearly collapse from the pleasure.

“Hey Sam, we need you to-“ Dean waltzes in with a stack of papers. Sam quickly sits up, wrapping his arms around your back and you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

“Dean!” Sam yells.

“Woah, ya ok! Next time lock the damn door! And hurry up we got a case!” He chuckles as he shuts the door behind him.

You and Sam sit like that for a moment; your heart racing just as much as his. You pull yourself away, taking a tentative peak at his face. He looks at you, his brow furrowing slightly. His eyes wander down your bodies to where he’s buried deep inside you. You feel his thumb moving across your back, which means he’s thinking. The reality that he’s sleeping with chubby ol’ you has come to his full attention and your confidence waivers.

“Sam, I… uh…” you begin, trying to unwrap yourself from him. He moves one hand to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your lip and gently pulls you into a kiss. Your lips glide together, your hands moving comfortably back into his hair once again. He flips you back under him, his hazel eyes studying your face.

“I still want this.” He whispers, his hand lightly ghosting over the side of your body. His finger committing every inch of you to memory. No one could be more perfect than you.

“I do too.” You whisper back. He kisses you again, this time his tongue asking for entrance for which you happily oblige. The heat between you flares up again and he starts rocking his hips to get you both to sweet release.