#i realised i missed his horns as i was colouring him

[noble-atomics-railway]

19. Admire - Tornadoyoungiron's Traintober list

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Admire is the perfect James' prompt, and gives me the chance to draw fanart I wanted to before the end of October for @dragons-and-magic . I still want to draw more of these in the future but for now, the fabulous James.

[capquinn]

Omg, I loved the hand behind the seat! I’m loving the driving Quinn! It has me daydreaming of driving with him and him being all protective us when we are in the car. Like someone cuts him off and he puts his arm out to stop us from flying forward and him being all angry and worried about us 🥺

Quinn is focused as he navigates through the thick evening traffic, his gaze darting between the mirrors as he edges into the next lane. In the rush, he doesn’t signal, too intent on finding his way through the crowded streets. Suddenly, a sharp honk blares from behind, and without a second thought, he slams on the brakes, his body tense.

His arm flies out instinctively, pressing across your chest as he steadies you in your seat, his eyes wide as he quickly glances over his shoulder, trying to assess the danger he might’ve missed, a flicker of irritation flashing across his face, jaw tight.

“What the f—” he mutters, barely catching himself, his heart racing.

His arm is still braced protectively across your chest as he checks for anything that might have caused the blare of the horn. But after a moment, he realises it was just a close call — a near miss. There’s no accident, no crunch of metal, just the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. His knuckles are white against the steering wheel, his breathing shallow, and there’s a quick, frustrated flicker in his eyes as he checks the mirrors again, his attention finally settling back on you.

“You good?” he asks, his voice a little hoarse as he gives you a thorough once-over.

His gaze sweeps over you — taking in the rise and fall of your chest, the way your hands grip the seatbelt tightly beneath his outstretched arm, the startled look in your eyes. Finally, he meets your gaze, holding it for a beat, waiting for your answer.

You nod, swallowing as you try to settle your own racing heart, still startled by the sudden stop and the blare of the horn.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you manage, your voice steadier than you feel, though you can’t help raising an eyebrow at him as you catch your breath.

Quinn lets out a long exhale, his arm slowly retracting from where it braced you, the tension starting to ease, and he lets his hand drop to his lap as he glances up to see that the traffic light is still green.

“Unbelievable. People drive like maniacs,” he grumbles, his brows furrowed.

You hesitate, then clear your throat gently, and he glances back over at you, catching the barely-contained smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, the shock already giving way to humour.

“Actually, Quinn… you didn’t use your blinker,” you inform him, trying to keep a straight face, but the amusement slips through.

He pauses, the colour rising to his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at you. “Maybe,” he mumbles. “It’s fine. Just… city driving, you know?” He tries to brush it off with a casual shrug, though his sheepish smile gives him away.

Quinn glances ahead as he shifts gear, eyes fixed on the road, but he’s still a bit rattled from the close call and embarrassed it had been his fault entirely.

In his mind, the light is still green, exactly as it was a moment ago. Without thinking to check again, he eases off the brake and begins to roll forward, oblivious to the fact that the light has changed to red in the last few seconds.

Halfway through the crosswalk, a pedestrian steps forward, quickly noticing Quinn’s car approaching and slapping a hand against the hood in alarm. Quinn’s eyes widen as he slams on the brakes again, finally realising what he’s missed.

“Quinn,” you hiss, a horrified laugh bubbling up as you glance at the dashboard. You clutch the edge of your seat, feeling a rush of disbelief as you try not to meet the pedestrian’s glare through the window.

Quinn freezes for a second, his grip tightening on the wheel as he processes what just happened. He glances quickly at the pedestrian, his face a mix of apology and embarrassment as he raises a hand and mutters, “sorry, I’m sorry,” hoping they catch the sincerity in his expression.

Without much choice, he eases the car forward, finishing the turn to clear the crosswalk, his eyes flicking back to the road as he settles back into his lane, visibly flustered.

Once he finally clears the intersection, he lets out a long sigh, cheeks flushed.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh, watching the relief and embarrassment play out on Quinn’s face. His shoulders drop slightly as he settles back in his seat, but the pink in his cheeks betrays just how rattled he actually feels.

After a beat, he peers over at you, brow furrowing as he catches the amusement flickering in your eyes.

“Stop,” he groans, running a hand through his hair, clearly self conscious about his driving skills.

He can’t believe he’s just messed up twice in the span of seconds, and all with you sitting right there. That’s never happened before.

“How do you still have a license, Hughes?” you tease, trying to hold back your laughter.

He shoots you a wounded look, the colour on his cheeks spreading down his neck. “I’m usually good at this, you know,” he mumbles, glancing at the road with renewed focus.

You snort, raising an eyebrow. “Sure. Maybe the city should just issue a warning when you’re on the road.”

Quinn can’t help but crack a reluctant smile, though he tries to hide it.

“Alright, so I’m not exactly ‘Driver of the Year,’” he admits, giving you a sidelong glance. “But we’re alive, aren’t we?” There’s a playful glint in his eye now, still a bit embarrassed but finding the humour in it too.

You burst into laughter, the kind that bubbles up unexpectedly, filling the car as you shake your head in disbelief.

“Barely.”

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requests are open - let’s daydream!

[cressidagrey]

Don't wait for the Sky to Clear - Thesan x PeregrynCaptain!Lover x FourthArcheron!Sister

Summary:

The Fourth Archeron sister makes herself a life in the Dawn Court. 

Warnings:

DEFINETLY NSFW. SERIOUSLY. THIS HAS NO PLOT.

Notes:

I...I have no idea where this came from. It popped into my head fully formed a few weeks ago...and this is the result. There is probbaly never going to be a second story in this universe, but it's...interesting, so you'll get it.

(thanks to @tsunami-of-tears for the super pretty dividers!)

“They are nearly as beautiful as you.”

Carys’ lips quirked up in a smile at these words. 

Said in that lazy drawl that she had become so used to over the last few months…her husband. 

Well, one of them at least. 

She let go of the flower petals she had fondled gently, beautiful, colourful tulips, dotted everywhere around the Dawn Court. 

“Flatterer,” Carys said lightly but took his hand as he held it out for her. 

She gained her feet and turned towards him, towards brilliant brown eyes, towards these beautiful white feathered wings that stretched vastly behind his back. Ardin quirked his lips at her.

“Just telling the truth,” Ardin quipped. “Finished with your flowers for the day?” He asked her and she hummed in agreement…pulling deep inside her for that kernel of power she had. 

The flower grew underneath her hands a few inches more. She smiled to herself. 

She didn’t have the power of death…or of the future. This was all the cauldron had decided to give her. She was quite sure that it had been its revenge for Nesta taking more than she should have. 

Carys should probably consider herself lucky that she hadn’t ended up with horns or something like that. 

Letting flowers grow…It was a nice party trick, she supposed. 

It was more useful on the potato fields further away from the Palace than it ever could be in little fields of tulips right here…but she would gladly take it nonetheless.

Granted, it had taken her months to master even that, but it was…it was something. It was all she could do and that suited her just fine.  

“Yes,” Carys agreed and Ardin leaned down to pick up her basket, in which she had kept the flower she had cut for the day, snatching it up and then offering her his arm…as graceful as any human courtier she had ever met had been. 

Sometimes…sometimes she missed it. Being human. 

Carys never voiced that aloud, because she knew that…there weren’t many people that would understand. And the ones that did understand… her sisters…well, that relationship was fraught with tension on a good day. 

Carys couldn’t even fault them. Especially not Feyre…Carys had managed to kick loose a diplomatic incident when she had left the Night Court. 

But she hadn’t been able to stay any longer. Not after��She had been half hysterical with fear. Fear of her sister’s mate of all people, after what happened to Nesta…after they had had enough of her drinking and…other things… and had…pretty much imprisoned her in the House of Wind.

Elain seemingly hadn’t thought about what that could mean for her or Carys…but Carys had thought about it. Carys had realised at that exact moment that if she didn’t do what her sister thought was the right thing to do…she would be the next one kept as a prisoner and the whole thing would be called an intervention. 

Nesta had needed an intervention after the kind of self-destructive behaviour she had indulged in, but the way they had gone about it…it had made Carys terrified. 

And so she had run. 

She had half a mind to take Elain with her but she knew her sister…Elain, most of all…most of all would do whatever she needed to be comfortable and taken care of. 

Elain could be surprisingly cutthroat if need be.

Carys, second oldest after Nesta…the one that had spent years keeping the household running while living in that bedraggled little shed, that had absolutely no talent at archery to be quite frank, but could haul the laundry and cut the wood and stack a fire…that could babysit some of the villagers kids and make sure that they weren’t outright going to starve…that tried to plant potatoes on the tiny plot of land they had and had only been successful half the time…who had mended and hemmed and done anything she could to at least earn her keep. 

Carys, who was considered the ugliest of the sister, to stoutly build, not pretty enough…who even her mother had considered unmarriageable, because who would want an ugly wife with no talents other than maybe cooking and sometimes planting vegetables…

If her mother could see her now…she would be horrified.

“You know, I would prefer it if you called me something else rather than flatterer,” Ardin quipped, pulling her out of her thoughts. 

“Consort?” She suggested drily. That’s what she had heard some people in the palace start to call Ardin, who hated it with a passion. 

But what else to call the husband of a High Lord? Prythian had never had that problem before. Or even a High Lord that had taken not one but two spouses. 

(Probably the one outright shocking thing Thesan had ever done in his life.)

Even when the law in the Dawn Court had been on their side…already changed centuries ago to make it possible for everybody to take as many spouses of any sex as anybody desired, as long as all parties did this of their own free will and were above the age of consent…

 Ardin had drily explained to her that in the ranks of the Peregryn, it wasn’t uncommon for a female to have more than one lover. Or even two. Some had a whole harem of sorts. 

Well, Carys wasn’t going to start that. Two were more than enough as far as she was concerned, thank you very much.                                                                                                                               

“Thanks but I prefer commander of the troops,” Ardin gave back and she smiled at him. 

“The right hand that speaks with the High Lord’s voice and commands in his stead?” She suggested and he just sighed. 

“Cauldron, Thesan came up with it, didn’t he?” Ardin asked and Carys just smiled, saying nothing. “You know, he likes reading poetry and pretends like we don’t know.” 

They did both know about their High Lord's penchant for that…about the sweet little nothings that were whispered in their ears…and the surprisingly filthy things he spewed when he was in the right mood…she loved everything that talented tongue said or did. 

“Husband?” Carys suggested next and he grinned at her, pressing her hand. 

“You could just call me by my name.”

“Ardin, then,” she agreed. 

“Though, of course, you could call me your cauldron-given gift whenever I please you enough to scream my…” she jabbed her elbow in his ribs, smiling apologetically to a long-suffering servant that crossed their path on their way up to their rooms. 

“Not here,” she hissed to Ardin between her teeth. 

“And here I thought we had ruined you so thoroughly that you don’t care anymore,” Ardin quipped. Her shoulders hunched. 

“Humans don’t talk about…that,” she said, her voice quiet. Her cheeks were reddening on their own accord.

She couldn’t help it.  

It wasn’t that she was…ashamed of her husbands. 

She wasn’t. 

But she also knew that if she was still human…this would have never happened. She would have never, never been the one that…She would have never…never taken two husbands. 

There wouldn’t ever have been pleasure like this in her marriage bed. It would have been duty, not love. 

And still…there was a part of her that wanted to keep it to herself. All of it. That didn’t think that anybody had a right to talk about it other than the three of them when they were alone. That thought that…

“I am sorry,” Ardin apologised to her, as he opened the door to their rooms. “I shouldn’t have teased you like that.” He sounded properly contrite now. 

“I should be over it,” Carys responded quietly. 

Overall the human ideas of propriety and modesty and what she shouldn’t do…she shouldn’t blush beet red whenever one of her husbands kissed her outside of the privacy of their rooms. She should be…

She should be able to give them…

“No, you shouldn’t be,” Ardin disagreed, grimacing. “This isn’t…” he stopped his own sentence, as they both heard the slow sound of water filling the bathtub and without a word, they changed direction…her basket of flowers forgotten on a console table.

The bathing chamber was…utterly fae…with a pool worked into the ground that was more than big enough for all three of them. Actually, they had taught Carys to swim in the same. It was more than big enough for that too. 

Thesan was there, lounging relaxed against one of the stone walls, one eye blinking open lazily as he took in the two of them entering. 

A smile appeared on his face, like the sun rising over the horizon and she swallowed at how lovely he looked. 

“There you are,” he greeted them. “I had dinner laid out on the balcony for late.”

“He’s the romantic one,” Ardin whispered playfully and she couldn’t help but smile at her husband as he watched her, dark eyes turning heated, as she started to remove her clothing. 

Ardin helped her after a moment, unlacing the back of her bodice… It was easy enough to slip out of the layers of light, gossamer soft fabric that swathed her body…to pull out the hair comb that held back her reddish brown waves…

She had given up on modesty with the two of them a long time ago. 

And so when she walked into the pool and crossed it to perch herself next to her husband so that she could press a soft kiss against Thesan’s lips…she smiled. 

“Good Evening,” he greeted her as she pulled back, a hand coming up to cup her cheek.  “Did you have a good time?” Thesan asked her. 

“Yes,” Carys agreed. “I gardened a little bit…fed the fish…fixed that shirt that Ardin ripped off you a few days ago…” she quipped with some amusement. “And you?”

“Sat through a meeting about property taxes,” Thesan answered with a hum, as she carded her hand through his damp hair. His dark eyes closed and she shifted, making herself more comfortable, perched on his thigh. 

“You like taxes,” she said softly. He did. It fascinated her that the actual reigning part of being a High Lord, of taxes and making decisions for his court…that was something that Thesan excelled at. He knew all of it by heart too…what was the highest selling export from the Dawn Court, what didn’t sell at all, what they needed from Day or Night or Summer and Autumn…or even Winter and Spring. 

He knew all of that, and he spent many late evenings sitting on his desk, working through his correspondence and doing exactly that. 

Carys left him to him. She wasn’t ready to dabble in politics. And quite frankly, she didn’t think she had any right to it either. 

She had only been in Dawn Court for what felt like a blink of the eyes for most faes, a footnote as far as the history was concerned. And she didn’t think she had any right to rule over faes that were far older and more experienced than she was. 

“It was actually quite interesting,” Thesan agreed with her. 

If she wanted to know something, Thesan was eager to explain it to her, to answer all her questions, but Carys herself kept her own political involvement to the walls of this palace, dealing with servants and cooks and laundry maids and whoever else they hired. 

This was what she had been raised to do, this was what she was good at…and when she got to use the math she had once learned as the daughter of the Prince of Merchant to calculate the expenditures of the palace and cut the fat so to speak…then she was more than happy to do that and spent the rest of her time growing medicinal herbs and do her best to earn her keep.

She left it to Thesan’s sister to deal with the nobility and some of the simpering ladies who treated her like a novelty…who stared at a cauldron-made female with fear and acquiescence. 

Carys had no plans to rule with fear. 

“And you, Ardin?” Thesan asked, closing their little circle of asking each other about their day.

“Oh, the usual. Dealt with some unrest, made somebody regret ever having been born…was an idiot.”

“Tell me something new,” Thesan gave back drily. “What did you do?” He wondered. One hand gently came up to card through her hair, gently making her lay back in the water so that he could wet her hair. 

“Ardin, you don’t…” she protested, but Ardin cut her off. 

“I teased Carys and I owe her an apology.”

“You don’t,” she protested feebly, as Thesan started to work soap throughout her hair, lathering it up, long skilled fingers, against her scalp. She nearly moaned from that alone. 

 “But I do,” Ardin disagreed. “I know that you like your modesty and your privacy and I knowingly violated both. I should not have done that.” 

“What did you say?” Thesan asked calmly, ever the mediator. Staying neutral in any conflict until he knew both sides. 

“Though, of course, you could call me your cauldron-given gift whenever I please you enough to scream my name,” Ardin repeated. “In earshot of one of the servants. I was out of line.” 

“I think that’s a bit harsh,” Carys protested. “The only one who overheard you was one sole servant. And you apologised for it! It’s not your fault that I am…unable to…properly acclimate.” The words were difficult to get out. 

Thesan’s hands stilled. 

“Is that what you think you are doing?” He asked her evenly. 

“I do my best, but…this isn’t the world into which I was born. Where I grew up,” she said softly, biting her lip. “Don’t get me wrong I love the Dawn Court but it’s not…”

It wasn’t home.

Not really. 

Home was the Human Lands and she had been ripped away from that. 

“You never talk about…being human,” Adirn said, as he crossed the pool. 

His wings stretched and then rippled as they were prone to be doing when they got wet. Chances were he would need to shake them out multiple until the feathers would be mostly dry again. 

(At least his annual moulting season was a few months off…the last one had been something. Adirn had been uncomfortable for days while Thesan and her had painstakingly plucked out every last loose feather from his wings.)

“I don’t…Nobody would…nobody would understand,“ Carys whispered. 

Not Thesan, born as the High Lord's heir…not Adirn, born into a tight-knit family, right in the midst of the Dawn Court…Adirn who had learned to fly as he learned to walk…Thesan who was so magical that it glowed on his skin… 

Neither of them were human in the slightest, from the feathers of Adirn’s wings to the pointed tips of Thesan’s ears. 

“We may not understand, but we would listen,” Thesan said quietly, just as Adirn reached out to touch her hands and she intertwined their fingers. 

Thesan’s hands smoothed over her hair and then down her shoulders, as she closed her eyes. 

They would. She didn’t doubt that for one moment. 

“I miss my ears,” she finally blurted out. 

Her ears. Her lovely, rounded ears. Her lovely, human ears. 

Her ears. 

“You miss your ears?” Thesan asked, quietly. She was surprised that it wasn’t Adirn, surprised that…

“I liked my human ears. They were small…they were…well formed. Nobody ever found something to criticise on them, like with the rest of my body,” Carys whispered. “I liked my ears,” she repeated with a sob the tears coming from nowhere. “And now they are…”

“They are beautiful,” Adirn said quietly, one hand coming up to trace the shell of her ear, the arch, the tip…

“They don’t feel like mine,” Carys whispered. “I look at my body and it doesn’t feel like my own sometimes.”

It was…it had grown lush with curves and had become so perfect…too perfect. 

She could no longer count her ribs as she had been able to after the worst of winters…could no longer see the hollows of her cheeks…

“It is yours, all of it is yours,” Adirn said, his hands sliding down carefully…over her chin and her neck and her shoulder. “Yours to do with as you please.”

She knew that. She did know that…but sometimes…a lot of the time…

It didn’t feel like hers.

“I am sorry,” Adirn apologised softly and she shook her head.

“You couldn’t have known that,” Carys assured him softly. A soft sigh left her mouth. 

It was just…

She wiped away a stubborn tear that escaped her and then Adirn pressed a kiss against her cheek and she breathed in the scent of lavender and warmth that clung to him. She tipped forward, leaning her head against his golden brown skin. 

“Want me to make it up to you?” He offered, his voice gravelly and she snorted because she knew exactly what he offered. Though to be honest…the idea of forgetting anything but her husbands…of letting them wring every drop of pleasure from her body…that wasn’t abhorrent. The exact opposite to be honest. 

“If you do all your apologising with your cock, we’ll have a problem, Adirn,” Thesan said drily and she couldn’t help but snort with laughter. 

“Only for you two,” Adirn hit back quickly. “What do you think, love? Whatever you want.”

She knew he was serious about it. There was seemingly nothing that he wasn’t willing to try at least once, nothing that he wasn’t happy to do if it meant that he got to touch her. 

She thought about it for a moment…anything she wanted. 

But the one thing she wanted most of all was to feel like she belonged with them, to them. That they took so much from her that she couldn’t even think about her lost humanity anymore. 

“Tell me what you want,” he coaxed her, and she swallowed. 

“I am spoiled for choice,” Carys responded and Thesan chuckled. 

“Want me to narrow it down?” he whispered, warm hands slipping over her hips and she considered it for a moment. 

“No,” she said with a sigh, closing her eyes. “I want your mouth,” she whispered softly, not daring to look at him. “Will you…” she could feel the blush work its way over her cheeks even now. 

“Are you offering me a feast for my taking, love?” Adirn asked her lowly, not teasing her at all. 

She shivered, the outright question enough to send the arousal that had been lowly thrumming through her into overdrive. 

“Yes,” she managed to nod. “I…And I want Thesan inside me while you do it.”

She wasn’t even sure where that had suddenly come from. But as she blurted it out, Thesan lowly groaned behind her, his hands on her hips tightening.

 “I am quite sure that would be a treat for us as well,” Thesan whispered into her ear…but it was the trembling.

One thick finger parted her folds suddenly and she whimpered at the sudden contact, at that knowing touch…“Already wet and ready for us, love?” Adirn asked her, drawing one finger up and finding her clit nearly thoughtlessly…she could swear she could nearly feel another gush of wetness leaving her…

“Always,” she managed to get out, her knees trembling and Thesan caught her easily, chuckling. 

Carys let him pull her into his arms…keeping her eyes closed and just…basking for a moment in their undivided attention on her…in their gentle touches and sweet kisses being pressed to every inch of her damp skin…

She felt Thesan’s magic drift over her skin and she couldn’t help the shiver that it brought out…“I’ll never get used to your magic,” she whispered…he just chuckled. 

“It can be quite useful,” he whispered… and as she weakly blinked open her eyes, she could see how just one push of his magic had reconfigured that massive pool so that there was a comfortable ledge for Thesan to sit on…wide enough that he could lean back against an incline…water still just so lapping at him. 

He gave her a smile as he handed her over to Adirn, making himself comfortable, his thick, long cock jutting out from his frame…He was ready for her, not a question about it. 

Adirn helped her sit on his lap, her back to his front and it only took a second before she could feel the thick, blunt head of Thesan’s cock at her entrance, her body shuddering and yielding near immediately. 

“Just relax,” Adirn coaxed her, holding her in place, just the tip teasing her entrance, even as she already wriggled…. “You know how this goes.”

She took a deep breath, her body going pliant and Adirn let her slide down, her body having no choice but to make room for Thesan’s length. 

She fluttered around his cock, against the heat of him so deep inside her…

Carys couldn’t help herself as she ground down as much as she could, feet grabbling for purchase against slick stone as Thesan’s arms slipped around her frame and immobilised her… completely. 

“Shush,” Adirn said with some amusement. “Be patient.” 

she blinked open her eyes, just as Thesan forced his legs between hers… stretching her not only from within but stretching her legs as wide as they went…

Like a butterfly pinned for viewing pleasure. 

And gods, clearly Adirn enjoyed that view, as dark eyes slid heatedly over her body, over her heaving breasts to her lewdly stretched cunt…her clit peeking out, swollen and wet…impaled deeply onto a cock and still wanting more. More. More. 

“I want to come.”

“Greedy, love,” Adirn clucked his tongue but made himself comfortable…kneeling in the shallow water and giving her a smirk as he was near enough to her wet, stretched pussy that she could hear his hot breath against her overheated flesh. “You already have a cock inside you and it’s still not enough?”

She knew that she was blushing furiously. 

“Get to your apologies.” Carys hadn’t yet mastered that haughty tone of voice. It turned breathy at the end. 

Adirn chuckled again, and then without a forewarning…he buried his face against her pussy, her whole body shaking, a whimper leaving her throat. 

“He does much better if you give him orders,” Thesan said nearly thoughtfully, biting back a groan as her body unwillingly convulsed around his length buried inside her…trembling. “Maybe you should give all of them.“

Adirn lifted up, opening his mouth in protest, but Thesan cut him off. 

“Get back to your apologies, Ardin. Our wife deserves them,” he pointed out reasonably and then cursed as Carys felt Adirn probe where they were joined, throwing her head back into a whine. 

By the cauldron, he was going to fucking kill her with pleasure. 

Thesan cursed and she managed a breathless laugh and Adirn redoubled his efforts. 

By now…By now he knew exactly what to do. It took him an embarrassingly short amount of time to throw her headfirst into her first trembling orgasm, her body clamping down around Thesan’s cock, him groaning, his arms tightening around her body as he buried his face into her neck. 

But Adirn wasn’t done. 

Not at all. 

He was set on absolutely taking her apart. 

And quite frankly…she loved every minute of it. Loved every minute of her heart thumpin in her chest, the pleasure lapping at every nerve ending…loved the feeling of his mouth pressed against her, her tongue licking inside her…loved the bitten-down groans from Thesan behind her, the way his cock twitched deep within her, the walls of her cunt clenchning and unclening without her doing anything, long since having forgotten the use of any of her muscles…

And she couldn’t think about anything but the pleasure her husbands wrought from her. 

 “I love being your wife,” she gasped out, somehow between moans and whimpers, her back arching against Thesan, who nearly seemed to shake against her, the hot length of his inside her stretching her, filling her…Gods, she loved it. 

.“You do excel at it,” Thesan told her, his voice wrecked…A hoarse shout broke out of her throat as Adirn did cauldron knew what to her body, her toes curling with mind-numbing pleasure…White hot and blinding. 

She actually blacked out. Adirn honest to gods managed to make her faint. 

When Carys weakly blinked open her eyes moments later, Thesan was softening inside her, the warmth of his release painting her insides…Adirn was cupping her face, Thesan peppering kisses to her cheeks. 

“Am I forgiven?” Adirn asked her, his voice light on purpose. 

“What did you do again?” she managed to bring out, her voice hoarse. 

Thesan laughed gently behind her, shifting to pull out of her and she moaned, feeling the soreness between her legs, as he moved her off him gently. 

She would never get used to the sheer size of them. 

Just a moment late, a warm hand gently cupped her and Carys whimpered at the trickle of magic, a warm kiss…taking apart any discomfort. 

“Can’t have you be sore tomorrow, can we?” he asked her, a bashful smile on his face and she sighed…in complete and utter happiness. 

“You are so good to me,” she said softly, reaching out to cup the bag of Adirn’s head, pulling him into a kiss. 

He tasted like her and like Thesan and she loved everything about it. 

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

And they were… in trouble

A/n: To get the full experience of this chapter it’s probably best to read part 3 before reading this 😊

Part 3: And they were…lovers. Wait really??

Part 2: And they were…strangers

Part 1: And they were…roommates

Summary: the arguments continue, will they ever solve them? Probably not because they can’t communicate even with Lokis dream

Words: 2K +

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI angst and sadness, no real reconciliation in this chapter, blood mentions

When Wanda left the house she saw you standing outside the car looking at the ground

“I don’t want to go home yet” Wanda said refusing to get into the car “please Wanda I don’t want to argue let’s just get you home” you got into the car waiting for Wanda but when she just stood there with her arms crossed you rolled your eyes and got back out of the car

“Why are you doing this?”

“You still want me” she said and you rolled your eyes “of course I still want you I mean look at you, even with no sleep, probably a little hungover and the same outfit on as yesterday, I would push you against the wall and bury my head between your thighs and devour you until you tried pushing me away

Wanda gasped “do it then, right now up against the wall between these houses” you approached her holding her waist tight and went to kiss her but pulled away at the last minute “no, now get in the fucking car Wanda, you need to sleep for your classes tomorrow”

Wanda was the one to push you away now “forget it, I’m not getting into the car with you if you’re going to act like this!”

She walked off into the direction she thought was correct, she actually didn’t care she just wanted to leave and you didn’t chase after her, you let your eyes close thinking about everything, fuck-

Loki pushed you to the ground suddenly and you jumped back up throwing him a small dagger hitting him in the neck “what’s your fucking problem?!”

The man discarded the dagger crushing it and throwing it to the ground “I know you saw my dream for you, you saw the exact same thing as Wanda and when she woke up she was thankful, you’re just being an asshole about it!”

“Maybe I don’t appreciate you interrupting my sleep for a stupid teenage fantasy”

Loki scoffed “you loved the dream, I saw you smiling and giggling through certain parts, why are you being so stubborn?”

You eyes darkened to their red colour and you glared at the man “maybe I’ve just realised that being here on earth living with a human in a shitty apartment isn’t what I wanted to do in my death”

Loki laughed pushing you to the ground again “don’t make me laugh, that sappy talk you had with Wanda last night ‘oh I’ve loved you ever since I saw you and when I told you I was a demon and you didn’t run away’ makes me sick, get a fucking grip Y/n either date her and be a happy little demon housewife or finally leave her alone for good”

You were pissed off, who was he to tell you how to live your death and how to be with Wanda, she wasn’t any of his business “go fuck yourself! And don’t you dare mention Wanda again!” You stood up and stormed off into the forest away from Loki

“You need to make up your damn mind!” He shouted to you not that you were paying attention

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You were deep enough in the forest now knowing no one would be around or if they were they wouldn’t be for long. Letting yourself kneel to the ground and close your eyes you felt it, the snapping of your spine and feeling the wings emerge from your back, blood running down your back, the feeling of your wings stretching and finally being free after so long

You stood up enjoying the feeling of your wings being free and you let out a happy sigh “oh I’ve missed this” your head throbbed and tore open revealing your spiralling horns

“I’ve missed being a real demon” your mind fogged and you felt all the pain and sadness disappear from your body and you’d never felt more alive, you needed to find someone, you needed to find Valkyrie and have the fun that you deserve.

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“Y/n?” Lucifer eyed you nervously as you entered the club in your demon form, knowing it hadn’t happened in a while “are you feeling some big feelings? Do we need to have a grown up talk and work out some anger?”

You laughed pushing through the devil and going to the other woman at the bar “hi Val”

“Y/n, you’re looking good” she pulled you into her lap “where’s Carol?” You didn’t really care but you thought it would be pleasant to ask “she’s in hell for a few months so I’m all lonely up here, just waiting for a winged demon with a dark desire in her eyes to take care of me”

You laughed “well here I am, come on I want to go hunting before I devour you, nice and blooded for me” your mouths met in a hot kiss and you groaned finally being kissed properly by a demon and not those plain humans you’ve been kissing but your good time was soon interrupted

“As erotic and as sexual as this is what the fuck is going on?”

You turned your head towards the king of hell “I missed being a demon, now are you coming hunting or are you just being a boring bastard?”

He fake gasped “how dare you of course I want to come hunting, nice to have my favourite demon back”

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Wanda had managed to make it home but she didn’t want to go into the house, Natasha had left a note on the door telling her that she’d cleaned up as best she could and ordered her some hangover pizza.

So she lay on the grass outside the house looking up at the sky letting out a really heavy sigh, filled with so much emotion “maybe I should leave her alone, I’ll give her space”

You were interrupted by a rustling in the trees, a figure appearing, was it an animal? Wanda tried making it out and when she did her eyes widened

“What the-Y/n?!”

Wanda jumped back away from you and looked over your monstrous form, the horns, the wings and the blood dripping like rain droplets from your body, she’d never seen you like this

“Oh what a lovely lady you are, Y/n was right you look delicious” Wanda didn’t have time to react before the woman pinned her back down onto her back and looked at you.

“Go on Y/n I’ve got her pinned down she’s not going anywhere, take a drink like you’ve always wanted” Valkyrie had Wanda’s hands held together and even though Wanda was kicking with her legs all you had to do was straddle her to keep her still, so you did, leaning all your weight on her and smiling as some blood dripped onto her body

“Y-Y/n p-please, please don’t hurt me” she tried searching your eyes for any hesitation or remorse but there was nothing, just an empty sea of darkness

“You’ve hurt me so why shouldn’t I hurt you?” The deep gravely voice scared Wanda, yes you were a demon and yes she’d seen you angry but this was a whole new approach that scared her

“I’m sorry for hurting you Y/n please I do want to be with you! Please let’s just figure things out-

“Stop!” Your had enough, you’d had enough of everything she was saying and doing and you were going to take what you deserved

Leaning down to her face your hand gripped her chin pushing her face to side exposing her gorgeous neck, running your fangs over her pulse point made you vibrate, it was so exciting, so you sunk your fangs into her neck her blood filling your mouth and senses and fuck was it wonderful! She was delicious, she’d stopped thrashing and Valkyrie had let go of her hands coming next to you kissing your neck

“vos vultus calidum amica”

When you finally released the grip you had on Wanda you lifted your head and saw Wanda’s face, her pale weak face, oh god what had you done, the fog covering your mind clearing at the worse possible moment

You glared down at what you’d just done, you’d bitten Wanda, you’d taken her blood and now you were watching her slip into unconsciousness, no no! This wasn’t meant to happen you’d never hurt Wanda, even with everything that had happened you didn’t want to hurt her! Or did you? You were just angry and confused on what was going on you weren’t thinking straight

Quickly jumping off of her body and snatching her hands away from Val you picked her up and cradled her in your arms “Wanda Wanda please forgive I didn’t mean to hurt you I never wanted to hurt you like this I’m sorry I’m so so sorry, wake up please wake up”

The demon had never seen you so vulnerable before, in tears over a human, sure she’d heard the stories of you essentially becoming “soft” for the human but never like this “Y/n? Maybe we should take her to the hospital?”

You shook your head gently as if not to wake Wanda “and say What? Here’s a girl and she was bitten by a demon? Oh no its okay no need to file a report I’m the one that did it here have my teeth pictures, no I need to get her to the club, Dr banner will come and fix her”

“He’s not a human doctor-

“Doesn’t matter! I say he’ll fix her so he will!” You held Wanda close as Valkyrie held you both transporting back to the club

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“I I don’t know what you want me to do Y/n I can’t fix an human, you’ve bitten her so she’ll probably wake up on her own-

“Leave” you whispered, Bruce, Valkyrie and Lucifer didn’t move

“Leave!” You shouted and the trio quickly left the room, you looked back at Wanda and noticed her shivering “oh my love I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’m an idiot I saw the dream that Loki made too and I loved it, I loved the build a bear thing that happened and the stupid little name buddy we gave him I-I can’t think of anything to say to help, just please wake up”

Obviously she didn’t wake up but you stayed with her, you refused to leave her side, it was only a couple of hours later when you woke up to some shuffling proving that she woke up “Wanda!”

You smiled but that smile quickly disappeared seeing Wanda’s scared face “Wanda? It’s me you’re safe”

“You bit me, you forcefully sucked my blood” her speech was slow and uneven but her words still hurt you “I-I’m sorry Wanda I was just so angry and confused my demon form took over and I couldn’t stop it” you tried coming closer to Wanda but she stood up from the bed still disoriented but she refused to let you see that

“I saw the dream too Wanda I saw everything-

“Stop. I heard you while I was unconscious, it doesn’t matter, I’m done, I can’t keep dealing with you, I can’t keep trying to be with you when you’re being so stubborn and unreasonable- just I’m going to my parents for a few weeks, they may not approve of most of my decisions but at least they don’t try and fucking kill me”

She left the room and you didn’t try and follow her knowing full well she wouldn’t want you too

Yep you’d definitely fucked all that up, maybe some time would help Wanda

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“Wanda you don’t look so good” Natasha had picked Wanda up and per her request was driving her to the train station to go to her parents

Wanda shrugged “I’ve not slept and feeling down, of course I don’t look good

Nat didn’t respond to her angry quip and instead drove in silence finally reaching the station and getting out of the car waiting for Wanda

“Sorry Nat I’m just really stressed0

Nat shrugged “it’s okay you’ve had a bit of a rough time”

Wanda agreed “yeah it’s been terrible, but I hope it’ll get better”

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“Y/n you look terrible” lucifer casually mention as you flopped down onto his couch “yeah well it’s been a fucking rough week alright? So fuck off”

Your head suddenly started to throb and forced you to sit up and grip your head you heard screaming in your head, was it Wanda? Wanda was shouting for you?

“She’s shouting because you bit her and she’s strayed far from you, she’s bound to you forever now, really fucked up there didn’t you?” Lucifer laughed and you groaned

“She’s in so much pain, I’ve never felt pain like it, even my death wasn’t this bad”

“Go after her then, trust me if you leave it the pain will get worse”

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“Wanda!” Natasha rushed to her side as she threw up on the ground in front of her “Wanda are you okay?!”

The woman shook her head “I need Y/n”

“What?”

“I need Y/n! Fuck it’s hurts so much” her throat was on fire, she didn’t know why she wanted you but in her mind only you could fix her problems, only you could save her, at least that’s what her brain was telling her

Nat looked around in the nearly empty space and spotted a few people trying to hide from helping but then her eyes landed on you, you were here?? How? Did you know she was in pain?

“Nat give me Wanda” the girl shook her head “she said she didn’t want you”

You looked at Wanda who when she finally looked up at you nearly kept out of Nat’s arms “Y/n! Please I need you I don’t know what’s going on but I need to be with you”

“Nat please I don’t want to make a scene, give me Wanda before she collapses okay?”

Nat nodded and handed Wanda to you who wrapped herself around you like a spider monkey finally stopping crying and began falling asleep

“Nat go home, I promise to take care of her, drive safe”

You didn’t wait for an answer and just left with Wanda kissing her forehead “I’m so sorry again Wanda and I’m really sorry for what’s going to happen when you wake up”

[lumismuseum]

🏛️ Seeing Dan Heng in his Imbibitor Lunae Form for the First Time

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✨ FEATURES ; Fluff, reader being head over heels for Dan Heng, romance, love confessions (kinda), gender neutral reader, reader is not the trailblazer, reader has been part of the Nameless for a while (before trailblazer)

📜 NOTES ; I wrote this with the reader being around the same height/taller than Dan Heng, but their height is never specified so it can be taken as the reader being shorter too!

It felt strange not having Dan Heng with you on the Luofu. Though he was a reserved and fairly stoic young man, there was a certain warmth than Dan Heng brought to the group; a warmth that was now missing.

To say you missed him was an understatement. Of course, you loved your other friends from the Express - you had become closer than a family together and your newest recruit, the Trailblazer, was quickly becoming part of the family too. But alas, Dan Heng was different. To you, there was something special about him.

You still remember the first time you made him laugh. You don’t even recall what you said to him, all you remember was the soft, melodious giggle that came from him, akin to the gentle tinkle of a bell. That was the moment you realised your feelings for Dan Heng were a little different than your feelings towards the rest of the Nameless. You’d made the others laugh before, but none of those times resulted in you staring into their eyes, admiring the light blush on their cheeks, faintly smiling in adoration as you admired their stunning beauty - which is exactly what you did with Dan Heng.

Ever since that moment, you felt a slight flutter in your stomach whenever you saw Dan Heng. You swear you can feel your heartbeat speed up when you lock eyes with him, even for the briefest of seconds. To you, Dan Heng shines with a brighter light than anyone else. Brighter than any of the stars in the night sky or the lights of the many different cities you visit across the universe.

Maybe you were being too dramatic. Sure, it’s not like your entire world had been submerged in darkness just because Dan Heng wasn’t by your side, but you still felt a certain…emptiness as you journeyed through the Luofu without your dear friend.

Scalegorge Waterscape was one of the most breathtaking sights you had come across in your life. You and your friends stood on the stone path which had been nearly submerged in sand, with the Arbiter-General of the Luofu, Jing Yuan, standing before you. He talked with Fu Xuan, the Master Diviner, and you couldn’t help but sense another presence behind him. You thought nothing of it, focusing on the General when he turned to speak to your group.

“Friends of the Astral Express, I have brought someone with me whom I think you’ll be eager to see.”

You waited expectantly for Jing Yuan’s guest to show themselves, and it only took a few moments for said guest to walk out from behind the General.

You were immediately stunned by the man’s beauty - long ebony and teal locks that descended elegantly down his back, with two long parts at the front tucked behind pointed elf-like ears, shining aqua eyes that were accentuated by vibrant red eyeliner and, most notably, two teal horns that gracefully protruded from the top of his head.

You felt your heartbeat pick up, growing slightly shy as you try not to let your delighted eyes roam the man’s body too much. You settled your gaze on the sliver of red that ran down the front strands of his hair, noticing how there was no such colour on the other side. It reminded you of Dan Heng, who you missed so dearly, with his red streak of eyeliner that only appeared on one eye.

Wait…

“I-Is that…Dan Heng!? You…” March 7th gasped beside you. It was as if she took the words right out of your mouth. You just managed to stop your jaw from cannonballing onto the ground as you finally registered that the gorgeous man standing in front of you was none other than Dan Heng. Your black haired friend from back on the Express, who made your heart race just as it did now.

“Y-You are Dan Heng, right? What’s with the horns…?” The confusion in March’s voice was prominent. You too struggled to process what you were seeing.

“It’s a long story, March. It’s me.” Dan Heng replied, almost sounding shameful or embarrassed at his current form, avoiding anyone’s gaze and instead looking down at the ground.

You tried not to let anyone notice the shift in your demeanour, as well as keep your eyes respectful - trying not to gawk at the window in Dan Heng’s clothing that revealed his chest.

Jing Yuan stepped forward and began speaking to your crew, but it took you a little while to properly listen to what he was saying, your eyes still looking at Dan Heng with endearment. Dan Heng looked over at you for the first time since revealing himself, locking eyes with you. You smiled gently at him, a light blush covering his cheeks as he quickly looked away, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. You were suddenly taken back to the memory of making him laugh, the same blush tinting his handsome face. You felt your stomach do backflips again, looking away and focusing on Jing Yuan before you melted into a puddle.

You’re now lying on your bed in your cabin, grateful to be in the comfort of a place you recognised. The Nameless’ time on the Xianzhou Luofu has come to an end. Your next stop is Penacony, the Planet of Festivities. You sigh in relief - silently praying that your time there would be free of trouble, so you can enjoy your visit without worry.

You think about Dan Heng again. To you, the Luofu was overwhelming, mainly because you had never been anywhere like that before. The place was crawling with Abominations of Abundance, infesting the Luofu like a plague that threatened the lives of its residents. But until now, it never clicked to you how Dan Heng must have felt.

On short notice, the Express had practically done a u-turn on its original plan to go to Penacony, instead arriving at Dan Heng’s original home. One of the reasons being to free the very man that had invaded his mind every night, tormenting him in his nightmares. Dan Heng had to bear the weight of his predecessor’s actions, getting countless comments and stares from the Xianzhou natives who looked down on him, viewing him as a traitor, even though he had nothing to do with what Dan Feng had done. He split the sea at Scalegorge Waterscape using the powers of his treacherous past incarnation, which undoubtedly took a toll on him physically. Later, he went on to fight Phantylia, further exhausting the poor man.

Yet he braved through it all without any complaints. You smile faintly, mainly out of pity for Dan Heng but also out of pride. You’re proud of Dan Heng for making it through this difficult time, and you want to let him know that.

You leave your room and make your way over to the Archives. You still wonder why Dan Heng doesn’t want to get a proper room of his own, but you decide to save that query for another time. Right now, you just want to give Dan Heng some comfort and let him know you’re there for him.

You stand outside the door to the Archives, taking a moment to gather your thoughts and figure out what you want to say to him. Finally, you knock on the door.

“Yes?” Dan Heng’s voice sounds a little shaky, his short response making you think that perhaps he wasn’t in the mood for talking right now. You hadn’t considered that before you knocked.

“It’s me, [Name], I was just wondering if you wanted to talk for a little while.” You keep your voice soft, trying not to sound too pushy.

There’s a moment of silence, and you awkwardly stand there, debating whether he heard you or not. You hear some brief thumping from inside the Archives and a few seconds later the door slides open, revealing Dan Heng.

You take a short moment to take in his appearance. He’s back to his normal (well, non-Vidyadhara) form, his hair fairly dishevelled and his eyes unusually lidded. You aren’t surprised at how tired he looked.

“I know that…probably wasn’t the best time of your life and…” you pause, considering what the best way to convey your worries was. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Dan Heng looks down, a sad-looking expression taking over his face. His shoulders slump and he sighs.

“That’s…very kind of you, [Name],” he says quietly. “I…I would like to talk, if that’s okay.”

He opens the door fully, giving you space to enter. You walk into the Archives and turn to face Dan Heng, who slowly slides the door shut. You lean against the wall, noticing the hesitance Dan Heng had when he makes eye contact with you.

“How are you feeling?” you ask gently.

Dan Heng looks down again, thinking about his answer.

“I’m a little tired.” he replies, his voice heavy with a certain feeling you can’t quite pinpoint, perhaps fatigue or sorrow.

“I get it,” you chuckle, trying to ease his mind.

Silence takes over for a little while, though you wouldn’t say it was uncomfortable or awkward. It’s more of an interlude during your conversation, giving you both time to think of what to say next. Truthfully, you want to ask Dan Heng about his Vidyadhara form, as well as about Dan Feng especially, but you realised it must have been a sensitive topic for him. But you also want to tell him-

“You know, you’re very handsome in your Vidyadhara form.”

You regret the words as soon as you say them.

The both of you immediately turn red, with Dan Heng turning his head away and you, in an attempt to save yourself, beginning to ramble about how he was already handsome and that you weren’t staring at him at all in his Vidyadhara form.

You eventually just shut your mouth and apologised for your comment, opting to stare at the wall to prevent yourself from making the situation any more embarrassing.

That’s when you heard a light giggle come from Dan Heng. You look back at him and become star-struck at the sight of him looking back at you, smiling from ear to ear with that lovely shade of pink covering his nose and cheeks. The blush is more prominent this time, and you swear to all the Aeons that your heart’s doing its own workout with how fast it’s beating.

That tired look has disappeared from his face, replaced with that familiar shy smile that makes your legs go weak, your mind go fuzzy and your stomach fill with butterflies.

Without thinking, you gently reach out and cup his face with your right hand. You delicately stroke his cheek with your thumb as he gazes at you, slightly leaning into your touch.

You take a step forward, making you inches away from him, before softly pulling him into a hug. You feel his arms wrap around you, his shoulders relaxing as he rests his head against you. You tenderly rub your hand up and down his back, silently letting him know that you’re there for him.

The two of you stay like that for a while, until you’re interrupted by March’s aggressive knocking on the door outside.

“Dan Heng?!” she yells. “Have you seen [Name]?! They said they would help me choose which photos look best on my wall!”

You and Dan Heng release each other, your hands still on the other’s arms as you lock eyes once more.

“Thank you.” Dan Heng smiles at you, before ushering you towards the door.

You open the door to find March standing with her hands on her hips, an annoyed look on her face. You smile apologetically at her.

“There you are!” she exclaims. “Of all the places you could be, of course you had to be in the Archives! Wait…what were you doing in the Archives…?”

“No reason!” you reply as you swerve around her and make your own way over to her room to avoid any further questions.

March eyes Dan Heng suspiciously before dropping the subject and running after you. Dan Heng chuckles and shuts the door, the blush still visible on his now content face.

A day has passed since your time with Dan Heng in the Archives. The Astral Express crew are preparing to make the journey to Penacony and you decide to go see Dan Heng again.

You knock on the door to the Archives.

“Who is it?” Dan Heng’s voice calls out from inside. Thankfully, he sounds much less tired today, though you do notice a slight panic in his voice.

“It’s me, [Name], again!” you answer.

“Ah,” You hear Dan Heng sigh. “y-you can come in.”

You worry slightly about the uneasiness in his voice, but you open the door and walk inside, shutting it behind you.

“Is everything alri—” you can’t finish your sentence after spotting Dan Heng in his Vidyadhara form standing in the middle of the Archives.

You have to catch yourself from falling when he turns around and makes eye contact with you - those bewitching aqua eyes causing you to forget where you even were for a moment.

“Yes, everything’s alright.” Dan Heng answers your unfinished question. “I just…wanted to take a closer look at myself, I suppose.”

“Uh-huh…” the voice in your head screams at you to act normal but you find yourself unable to pull yourself out of the trance Dan Heng has put you in. For the second time, you’ve been left unable to concentrate due to Dan Heng’s unreal beauty. It’s getting ridiculous at this point.

“These clothes are different to what he used to wear.” Dan Heng speaks quietly with a shameful tone, as if he’s isn’t proud of what he’s currently wearing.

You slowly walk towards him.

“I think your clothes are very beautiful.” you confess.

Dan Heng exhales loudly, a ghost of a laugh escaping his lips. Your eyebrows furrow at this - does he think you’re joking?

Your eyes fixate on the lotus-shaped window on the back of his clothing, showing off the pale skin of his back. You never would have imagined the reserved Dan Heng, who never showed any skin before, wearing something like this, with so much of his body revealed, but you loved it.

Now standing right behind him, you can’t stop yourself from reaching out and benignly gliding your fingertips across the visible skin on his back. Dan Heng’s breath hitches, he whips his head around and stares at you, eyes wide open. You pull your hand away, apologising quickly. Dan Heng breaks eye contact, putting his hand on his chest to feel the exposed skin.

“I don’t know if he would like what I’m wearing…” he states shamefully.

“Who? Dan Feng?” you ask, slightly confused.

Dan Heng winces at the name. You glance down at his outfit, then back up at his eyes. You sympathise with him - he seems truly affected by his previous incarnation and it hurts you to see Dan Heng so perturbed.

You reach your hand out again, this time interlacing it with his that’s on his chest. You could very faintly feel his heart pulsing, taking a step closer to him.

“Who cares about what he thinks?” you say softly. “You have your own identity, Dan Heng.”

You lean closer to him, resting your forehead against his. You watch him close his eyes, hearing him take a deep breath and feeling the warm air brush your face as he breathes out.

You placed your free hand on his slim waist, slowly tracing it down his hips before bringing it back up. You silently take in his beauty, relishing the closeness to him.

“You’re beautiful, Dan Heng.” you whisper.

His breath shakes when he inhales, opening his eyes to meet yours.

“I’ll always be by your side,” you move your head so your lips are right next to his ear. “I promise.”

You press a soft kiss onto his ear, noticing the way it twitches slightly in sensitivity. Dan Heng leans in and rests his head against your shoulder. Your heart running a marathon at this point, you press another delicate kiss onto his temple.

Suddenly, Dan Heng giggles and places his hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat.

“You seem to be enjoying this.” he teases, his voice muffled.

You laugh in embarrassment and Dan Heng pulls back to admire you. This time, you cup his face with both hands.

“You know, when I first saw you like this,” you began. “I nearly fainted from how hot you looked.”

Dan Heng’s expression changes to that of slight shock, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head.

“I mean- how handsome you looked!” you stammer, quickly correcting yourself as Dan Heng giggles.

“I’m flattered.” he replies, his eyes turning into little crescent moons from how hard he was smiling.

“I’m just saying, I didn’t care about Dan Feng. All I cared about was you and how beautiful you were.” your words laced with love and adoration as Dan Heng gazed at you, taking in every word.

“All I could think about when we were apart was you. How much I missed having you by my side and I just couldn’t wait to get back on the Express to see you again.”

“You sound like you just came back from war!” Dan Heng laughs.

“It feels like I have!” you enthuse, joining his laughter. “I’ve been away from you for too long!”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine.” he teases, calming down from the happiness.

You find yourself, FOR THE THIRD TIME, getting lost in his oceanic eyes, cherishing the ethereal blue colour they are from the blue light on the floor of the Archives. With him looking this perfect, you can’t stop yourself from asking:

“Can I kiss you?”

Dan Heng’s eyes widen, the blush on his cheeks getting more intense.

“Y-Yes…” he stutters out.

Without wasting a second you dive in; pressing your lips against Dan Heng’s like he holds the oxygen to supply your dying lungs. He lets out a small whimper at the sudden contact which eggs you on further. His hands roam your body before eventually latching onto your waist, clamping down on the fabric of your clothing.

His lips are soft, just as you imagined. You feel his slightly fanged canine teeth gently prick your bottom lip, mentally smirking at the sensation. In return, you lightly swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, almost trying to provoke him. Again, he lets out another quiet sound of desperation and you grin against his mouth.

Despite your yearning for the man, you don’t want to overwhelm Dan Heng by being too passionate, so after a while you pull back, admiring his face that’s now been painted pink. He laughs giddily, pulling you back into a tight hug, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Thank you for staying with us.” you tell him, sincerity filling your tone.

There’s a brief silence, and then…

“Thank you for letting me come back.”

[birdythebirdthing]

Soap x M! Reader x Ghost

[Name] decides to show his face to his two lovers?? cause Ghost already showed his face to [Name] and Soap and [Name] was insecure about his face and body which he didn't tell his two lovers.. if [Name] said to them they would comfort him.

After a long mission, [Name] and his team returned to the base and [Name] was already so tired that his team [Name] said to dismiss his team to rest, and they all went.

[Name] opened the door, it was 5AM in the night, and he saw his two lovers cuddling each other.. with a small plushie version of himself sandwiched in the middle of both.

[Name] curved a smile, seeing that he saw Ghost without a mask his messy blonde hair was clearly to be seen, and [Name] wanted to take off his mask and reveal his face to his beloved lovers.

[Name] took off his mask, his custom balaclava with some fake devil horns revealing his face.. his natural red hair and strong jawline. [Name] sits down in a chair facing a mirror, his face is oddly handsome with Heterochromia he has a red colour eye on his left and his right is blue, with little scars on his cheeks.

[Name] takes off his gear and his uniform, to see some self-harm scars on his hand and waist, [Name] had been hiding it too long. Suddenly, a Phone alarm rings, making [Name] startle and Soap and Ghost wake up seeing [Name]'s face.

"[Name]? You're back? Mate we missed you" Soap speaks, he notices [Name] without his mask, and so does Ghost notice [Name]'s features.

"First time, seeing me without my mask yeah? Since Ghost took off his mask to show his face to us... The truth is I was insecure about my face and body but I got a sudden feeling to show my face to you both" [Name] spoke, looking away.

"Oh, luv? Why didn't you say earlier we would help you.." Ghost replied, standing up and caressing the male's cheek.

Soap notice, [Name] arms with self-harm scars. Soon Soap gets up caressing his arm, and [Name] feels Soap has already seen his scars,

"[Name].? are those..?" Soap was cut before saying anything, [Name] replied "Yes, it was a self-harm scar before... not now" [Name] looked away.

Ghost was a bit shocked, at what [Name] did to his handsome body. "Luv? why did you do this to yourself? and harm your handsome body?" Ghost spoke.

"It was past... when I first joined here.." [Name] speaks. "Yet it is still a scar [Name]." Soap speaks in soft voices.

Soap and Ghost hugged [Name] and sandwiched him between them. When [Name] kisses both of them on the cheeks and blushes away, They feel [Name]'s soft lips and his soft eyes.

And when Soap kissed [Name] Ghost kisses his neck and gently bites it. When they realise [Name] is a cold guy outside, but a softie inside. when Ghost bites in his sweet spot, [Name] moans it was a soft, cute moan and they both get hard.

And you know what will happen 🤭

[Name] was in the common room, with sore legs and bite marks on his neck and Soap and Ghost on his each side caressing his thighs.

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[serctcnia]

To Be Soft

Content: Angst | Alcohol use | AFAB tiefling reader | She/they pronouns

Word Count: 686

A/N: I finally got around to writing this based on the prompt I wrote in December! It's also not fully fleshed out but I wanted to post it anyway because Rolan <3. Gonna just say it's writing practice.

"Come to gawk, have you? The great Rolan besotted and wallowing in his self-pity." He sat his tankard down, wine sloshing out onto the counter and his robes. "Hells!" 

She sat on the stool beside him and reached for a rag on the counter in front of her. It was damp enough to possibly get the stain out without using prestidigitation so she handed it to him. "I've not come to gawk, I've come because I'm worried about you. You've done nothing but drink and yell at the children."

Taking the rag, he dabbed at the red splotch lazily until the rag was stained red. A groan of agitation fell from his lips as he realised it was useless to try to get it out. He tossed it back across the counter and looked at the woman beside him. "Don't you start too, ___. The hero has already tried to 'make me feel better,'" He rolled his eyes, pulling a half-empty bottle of wine toward him. "My entire family is missing because of our involvement at the grove, taken to gods knows where, so I believe I will sit here and drink." 

Scooting her stool closer to his, she put her hand atop his to gently pull the bottle toward her. "I know they are, Rolan, I’m sorry. But drinking isn’t going to make them come back any quicker. It’s only going to give you a migraine in the morning.” Rolan spread his fingers across the length of the glass, allowing her fingers to slip between his. His face grew red, then he felt a swell of anger. "They were - are - my responsibility and I will do everything in my power to retrieve them from - from wherever they are. If you had used an inkling of the power you have to fight their captors, Cal and Lia may be sitting here with us. Pardon me if I don’t take advice from a washed-up sorceress such as yourself."

He jerked the bottle from her, almost topping her from her seat, and brought it to his mouth. The more he drank, the more it began to sour on his lips. Fuck. He thought. Maybe she was right. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more, I really am. I should have fought harder.” She said as she moved her seat back. “But I miss them too, you know? I know how it is to lose your family so I thought we could talk as friends.”

He drank her in as she spoke. The curvature of her horns, the colour of her eyes in the candlelight, the small imperfections of her face, and the frown that curled on her lips. A frown he had caused. He was in the presence of a goddess, yet he spoke ill of her to her face. 

“Is that what we are? Friends?” 

“What? Of course we’re friends.”

Sliding the empty wine bottle to the side, he cast his gaze to the countertop. “That’s not what I want.” He wanted more. He wanted to be able to cry upon her shoulder, feel the softness of her lips against his temple as wept. He wanted her.

Her tail drooped, the end beginning to curl around her ankle. "Oh,” She paused, attempting to mask the hurt in her voice. “Very well. I’ll leave you be then, but please drink something other than wine. If you want to - nevermind. I’ll be in my room.”

As she stood to leave, she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Rolan had unravelled her tail from her ankle and began snaking his around her own. When their tails could no longer intertwine, he tugged her closer toward him with soft, almost imperceivable, purrs. Now standing at his hip, the tip of his tail brushed against hers in small circles, then up and down. 

"Don't go," He slurred. "Please." 

Despite her rapidly beating heart, she sat down and began to mimic the motions of his tail. Small circles, hearts, up and down, repeat. She could tell it was getting to him as she watched the lines of his eyes soften. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

[izpira-se-zlato]

JO Malmö, 15.03.24

Gig report! Partial at best, but better than nothing?

I showed up ten minutes before doors, got beautifully yelled at by my friend for pulling a xia and being at a gig I'd said I'd have to miss due to work, but I was able to make it work short notice, and still got second row Jance side

super tame soundcheck – Vem da greš where Bojan made us sing, and Gola. In the end, he played the drums to the playback of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance

Ola, the first opener, sang a cover of Hold Me Closer and I cried. My first Bojere song

gig started with SSOL. The irony was not lost to me

Bojan was so bubbly and cheerful and bouncy it was lovely

Bojan kinda perched on the barrier for Plastika

he went into the crowd on the Kris side during Umazane misli, which I noticed when the security guard pushed his way through the crowd

Bojan sang a rap verse of the karaoke in the crowd

he remarked that this was the first time he experienced one of their gigs from the crowd and that it was pretty good and that he'd stay there

at that point, he realised he didn't know how to get back to the stage, so Bees startled wrangling us to make a lane between first and second row. People were very respectful

we got Kris NGVOT 💛💛💛

Nace sang part of NGVOT at Jan, to which Jan smiled back and ruffled Nace's hair

we got lots of Jance interactions in general

Jan wasn't feeling so hot at the end of the gig (from how he chugged water, we assume it was dehydration) and Nace seemed a little concerned and then just very securely kept Jan tucked into his side for Novi val

jure in the body chain harness?? My friends and I screamed when we noticed

there were a lot of foreigners 😂

a few Slovenians

Bojan did the horns at Haz

Bojan tried to raise the microphone stand for Kris and failed so Kiki had to come and fix it for him

Kiki in general had to come and fix stuff

the setlist said that they had astp planned but exchanged it for šta bih ja

I forgot to mention but we also got Bojan Demoni scream, like a proper one

he has his shirt tucked into his pants at the start but it came out and then we saw a sliver of tummy at some point

he skipped over to Kiki at some point and like cuddled him and got a kiss to the cheek

also Kris came over to Jan at some point and sang (or looked, I'm a little shaky on that) very intensely at him

During Ona, Nace was like. Vibing to the beat and that meant thrusting his hips in time to the beat and he kept smirking at Jan and just. Gaaah.

Bojan seemed really happy by how many words we knew from šta bih ja and Bluza

he said again that the album would come out in October

him and Kris in marching outfits

also Bojan, Kris, and Nace in Finnish colours on a Swedish stage

Bojan shouted out all the crew people during soundcheck: Primož for in-ear sound, Klemen for lights, and Andi for venue-sound, Kiki for everything else – and of course Vita for photography (he went from Primož on the right side of the stage from our pov around the room until he reached Vita on the left side of the drums)

[quillandink333]

The Other’s Choice • Pt. 2

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven's steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn't alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, body dysphoria, malnourishment

Part I • Part II • Part III

It seemed the young seraph had been in a bit over her head about her decision to run away from home. She’d left for the hotel with a burning drive to help in any way she could, but it didn’t take long for her to realise she lacked any sort of plan for her own self-preservation, much less a plan for how to help anyone. She of course knew it would be the hardest thing she’d probably ever do in her eternal life, but never could she have predicted how horrific a place Hell would be. After all, what frame of reference did she have?

Already she owed so much to the six-winged stranger for taking her in under the roof of his castle—the fact that her gracious host had turned out to be Lucifer Morningstar himself didn’t negate that. She could hardly imagine where she’d have ended up if he hadn’t caught her out of the sky the day before, regardless of the harrowing stories about him with which she’d grown up.

He’d stayed awake with her that whole first night following her fall, but he didn’t mind. He saw himself in her. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he’d tried. Knocking softly on the door to the empty suite she was staying in, “Miss Emily? I made some tea if you’d like some,” he announced with a clearing of the throat, then cautiously cracked it open. He greeted her with the warmest smile he could offer, setting the tray on her nightstand as he perched himself on the edge of her bed and set to work pouring her a cup.

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The poor thing looked up at him with dread-filled eyes, which, to his horror, he noticed were already a tinge muddier compared to the bright azure they’d been the day before. Despite sleep continuing to elude her, she’d been bedridden since yesterday, suffering from severe fatigue and fever caused by devastating shock and anxiety. He knew from experience that she’d be like this for about another month at least while she underwent the excruciating bodily changes of being reborn as a fallen angel; the process was already underway from the looks of it. Besides the change in eye colour, emerging from the crown of her head were two blunt points that would inevitably grow into horns after breaking through the skin of her scalp. She would be able to mask most of her new demonic features later on, but teaching her to do this prematurely would only prolong her pain.

“Cream?” Lucifer offered, “and do you prefer sugar or honey?” as he conjured all three condiments in front of her with a wave of his cane.

“Oh, yes, and…honey, please,” croaked Emily with a weak smile but a smile nonetheless, which caused his own to redouble.

“I hope you like it.” He held out the cup to her on its saucer. The fine china vaguely reminded her of the set she and Sera had used to host their own little tea parties for two when she was small, the memories manifesting as another stab of pain in her chest as she reached for the saucer. “It’s hot, so careful.”

The cup was heavier than she was ready for. The handle dug harshly into the bones of her delicate fingers, making her wince and recoil.

He picked up on this just in time to catch the cup with magic before it could splash into her lap, then levitated it masterfully back onto the tea tray without a single drop spilt.

“Ahh, thank you…” She simpered through the shame as she raised a trembling hand in another feeble attempt to pick it up herself.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just rest, sweetie.” He put a hand on her shoulder in encouragement. “I got it.” Her face must have turned at least a dozen shades of yellow as he lifted it again, blew on it, then raised the rim to her lips. It was altogether too much for her to look anywhere near him, but she politely complied and took a cautious sip. “How is it?”

A lump had already formed in her throat by the time she swallowed. Somehow it tasted just as Heavenly as it smelled; a singular tear rolled helplessly down her cheek. “Perfect.”

It filled his heart up with happiness in the form of relief to have brought the damsel some semblance of enjoyment in this dark time, but he was caught off guard by the tears suddenly welling up in his own eyes. Surely he couldn’t be that happy…could he?

“How’s she doing?” came Charlie’s voice through her father’s phone.

“Not good,” he admitted. “Better, but still… I’ve been trying to get her to eat more, and there’s been a bit of progress, but y’know. Not as much as I’d have hoped for by now.”

She frowned audibly. “Well, just make sure she knows that if she ever needs anything at all from us here at the hotel, we’re just one call away.”

“I will. Thanks, pumpkin.”

A couple of repetitive, trying weeks after her arrival in Hell, the symptoms of Emily’s slow and agonising transition were starting to become more bearable. The downside was that her mind was now free to wander. And wandering led to spiralling. What had she done? As a former denizen of Heaven she knew sinners would want her dead—or worse—the moment they learned of her presence down here. What if everything turned out to be for nothing? What if she wasn’t able to help at all? At this rate it seemed like she’d be stuck in this bed forever.

“No, you won’t.” Lucifer snapped her out of her anxious rant, holding her blackening fingertips as he sat perched on her bedside. “Smile for me?”

Cocking her head in confusion, “Okay…” She reluctantly spread her lips and flashed her canines at him.

“Judging by the shape of your teeth right now, I’d say you got about…a week left to go, if that.” His hand gave hers a gentle squeeze as he brought it to his lips in a solemn but sudden gesture that had her stomach doing somersaults. “You’re gonna make it through this, Em—I’ll make sure you do.”

She pulled taut the corners of her mouth in a strained smile. “But even if I do, what then?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure,” his gaze briefly falling to the duckling-themed quilt she was tucked in underneath: just a little something he’d thrown together for her the other day. “But I will do whatever I can to help you figure it out, alright?”

She could see it in his posture and in the way his fingers curled into a loose fist on his lap—the last thing he wanted was for her to have to face the future on her own, as he once had. It made sense to her for the most part why the fellow fallen angel would be so inextricably concerned for her, but understanding this didn’t do much to assuage the guilt gnawing away at her from the inside. Since as long ago as she could remember, her duties had occupied every bit of her time, thought, and effort. She wasn’t supposed to need things from people, she was supposed to be there for them when they needed her.

“Hey, here’s an idea!” Lucifer’s outburst derailed her train of thought. “Why don’t we take this as an opportunity to explore some potential hobbies for you?”

“Hobbies?” she echoed rather incredulously.

“Yeah! ’Cause from what I remember of my life in Heaven, we seraphim weren’t allowed much time for ourselves, right?” He wasn’t wrong, she supposed. Not that she’d ever given it much thought. “This could be the perfect time for you to learn a bit more about yourself and try some things you’ve always wanted to try but never got the chance to. And I’ll help you! Wha’daya say?”

She would have insistently declined if he’d only felt the need to suggest such a thing out of a feeling of obligation or whatever, but no. She didn’t even need her Heavenly gift of empathy to see his true intent. If he thought she was overreacting or getting hung up on personal issues that mattered less than the greater good she’d come here to serve, he wouldn’t have made such a kind, sensitive, and personal offer. This meant something to him—probably even more than it meant to her—and it was something she had more than the means to indulge him in.

“I guess…if it would make you happy, then okay,” she smiled softly. Because if there was anything she found comfort and fulfilment in, it was making others happy.

[gaygoetia]

Background Details in Helluva Boss S1 E1 - Murder Family

1. The Murder Family's House

There are a lot of clues in the background of the episode that the family are serial killers (and likely cannibals) before it's revealed to the characters.

This is mainly apparent from the décor (pelvis bone wallpaper, furniture made of human-looking bones and most blatantly a human head mounted on the wall) but also the human hand hanging out of the fridge and the various weapons covering the walls.

2. I.M.P City Details

The number on the fire engine is "420" - this is possibly a play on words based on the phrase "blaze it".

And I know this one has been brought up a few times already in other posts but I can't not mention the infamous billboard mentioned in the pilot and shown in the background not far from the office.

3. The I.M.P Office Building (Exterior)

The plated sign at the entrance of the building says "Succ Ink" with a hand-written sign underneath saying "I.M.P Floor 7", implying that the building is primarily used by Succubi and Incubi.

Additionally, the building is marked as condemned but Blitzo and co appear to have intentionally hidden this by covering up the sign with an I.M.P poster advertising their services (also shout out to the "Dick?" billboard in the background)

4. The I.M.P Office rooms (interior)

I actually first noticed this in a later episode but only realised when re-watching the series later that it was present in episode 1: There's a lemon tree in Blitzo's office with a sign saying "no whores", presumably referencing this infamous porn intro.

The main room of the I.M.P offices has tons of pictures on the walls but some particularly notable ones shown in this episode are:

A drawing (in Blitzo's signature style) of two imp-horses kissing. Considering the horns and markings, one of them seems to be based on Blitzo himself but it's not clear who the other horse is supposed to be, if anyone.

Another Blitzo drawing of a bunch of horses running.

A picture of Fizzarolli with an arrow through his neck (though based on the colours and clothing this may be robo-Fizzarolli specifically)

A picture of a person in a top hat with an arrow pointing to them saying "Loser". It looks like it might be Sir Pentious from Hazbin Hotel but I'm not totally sure (let me know what you think!)

The photo Luna's holding - the main thing that's notable about this one is that the boy in the picture seems to be the same one from the Helluva Boss pilot.

5. Blitzo's Horse Thing

In addition to all the aforementioned horse drawings, this episode introduces the first of Blitzo's horse toys/figurines which he keeps in his inner pockets and for some reason takes with him on assassinations.

That's it for episode 1 but let me know if there are any other fun details I missed and if there's enough I might make a part 2.

In the meantime, you can see all my other Helluva Boss background details posts here.

[the-al-chemist]

The Lights That Never Go Out

Chapter 10: Morning

A/N: It’s a new dawn, a new day, a new year, and the start of something that might just be wonderful.

Warnings: mentions of nudity and vague sexual references

1st January, 1999

It was the morning sun shining on Charlie’s face that first caused him to stir in his sleep, but it was the sounds of the city outside that roused him. Muggle cars were revving their engines and beeping their horns, there were raised voices in the street, and feathered wings fluttered as a pair of pigeons flew over the skylight. Having spent his whole life surrounded by rolling fields or rugged mountains or gently washing waves, waking up to this urban dawn chorus was a new experience for him.

Of course, there was another thing that Charlie wasn’t used to waking up to. He turned his face to look at the face resting on the pillow beside him. Artemis was still sound asleep, oblivious to — or, perhaps accustomed to — the noises outside, her hair messy, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and jaw clenched. Even in sleep she looked so fierce that Charlie didn’t dare risk waking her, not even to push back the lock of dark hair that had fallen down in front of her nose.

As slowly and as quietly as he could, he raised himself into a seated position. Without either of them even deciding it would be so, Charlie had ended up sleeping on the side of the bed that was pushed up against the wall, meaning that he was now effectively trapped. For want of anything better he could do, he looked around at the room, at Artemis’ room, and the items that it held: the photos on top of the chest of drawers, the books on the shelves, a stuffed toy Kneazle perching on top of a miniature wooden castle in the corner of the room, a pair of old hiking boots beside the door. Some of the objects he recognised, some of them he didn’t; they were relics of the life Artemis had led before he knew her. Charlie could barely remember a time before he knew her, but there once had been such a time, and here was the evidence.

The wall next to where he lay was decorated with a large map of the world, into which someone — presumably Artemis — had stuck a number of coloured pins. They were all over the world, in Europe, Africa, both Americas, even as far as Australasia. Charlie’s eyes widened. He had never realised that Artemis was quite so well-travelled. Unless, of course, these were not only places that she had been, but also the places she wished to visit.

The mattress shifted beside Charlie, pulling his attention away from the map. He looked to his other side, and saw that Artemis was now awake, her hazel eyes open and fixed on him, gold-flecked in the sunlight.

“Good morning,” he said to her. Her lips twitched.

“Morning.”

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, looking at each other in near-silence. Without thinking about what he was doing, or how little sense it made for him to do it, Charlie pulled the bedsheets further up towards his navel. Artemis made a small noise halfway between a cough and a giggle, and he cleared his throat.

“When did you go to New Zealand?” he asked.

Artemis frowned. “I haven’t been to New Zealand.”

“Oh, I thought… So, you want to go to New Zealand?”

“Why?” Artemis’ eyebrows knitted even more tightly together. “Are you inviting me to go to New Zealand?”

“No. Well, not necessarily.” Charlie nodded his head at the map. “I just thought that might be why there was a pin there.”

He was more confused than ever, but Artemis finally stopped frowning. She shuffled so that she was also seated, her gaze on the map rather than Charlie.

“They’re not places I’ve been to,” she said. “They’re places other people have been to.” She took a breath. “My aunt and uncle got it for me the first time they went away after my brother went missing. I think they knew that I was worried that when people went away that they might not… Anyway, this way, I could always see where they were. And then, when anyone else I knew went somewhere, I’d put a pin on the map for them, too. I dunno why. Just a stupid habit, I guess.”

Artemis might not have known why she had started doing that, but Charlie had a fairly good idea. It had nothing to do with habits, and nor was it stupid, not given the number of people Artemis had known to not return. He looked at the pins, the placement of which now made perfect sense. One in Egypt, for Bill. In Brazil, for Alanza. France for Penny, and Japan for Tulip. His eyes lingered on one pin that had been stuck into the middle of the Carpathian Mountains in Romania.

“Is that one meant to be me?”

When Artemis nodded, Charlie reached up and pulled his pin out of the map.

“Hey!” Artemis’ eyes narrowed. “What did you do that for?”

“Because” — Charlie shrugged — “I’m here.”

He had thought that his answer would placate Artemis, but her face fell slightly, her lips tightening to a thin line.

“For now,” she said. Her voice was so quiet that it was barely audible over the noise from outside.

The pin was still in Charlie’s hand. He rolled the metal spike of it between his fingertips. He took a deep breath.

“Yeah. For now.”

They hadn’t spoken about what was going to happen once Charlie returned to Romania. He hadn’t even thought about what might happen once he returned, he had been too busy being happy about what was going on right now. It was ironic, really: when Magda had first suggested that he take a sabbatical, he hadn’t wanted to do it. She had needed to force him into what she thought would do him some good. It was only now that he believed it might have done just that, but now, he didn’t even want to think about leaving again.

“I don’t have to leave,” he said. “I could stay here. Get a job in the Ministry.”

“You’d hate that.”

There was no point in denying it. He would hate it. Still, he shrugged.

“I know, but I could do it. If you wanted me to, I would.”

Artemis shook her head. “I don’t want you to.”

Charlie didn’t ask her why not. He didn’t need to. He understood Artemis just as well as she understood him. Perhaps if she didn’t understand him so well, she would have wanted him to stay with her, to stay for her.

“Put the pin back, Charlie.”

She spoke firmly, but warmly, her voice not wavering. Charlie did as she asked him, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he placed the pin back into the map. Once he was done, he turned back to Artemis, who looked far less resolute than she had when he still had hold of the pin. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and kissed the top of her head.

“So, what happens next?” she asked him. Charlie didn’t know how to answer her.

“What do you want to happen?”

“I dunno, I just… I kind of want things to carry on as they are right now.” Artemis’ eyes drifted from Charlie’s hand, still resting against her face, to his lips, to the bedsheet that had fallen down to his hips again. Charlie couldn’t help but smile.

“I am definitely alright with that.”

“But after that…”

Artemis’ voice tailed off, and she looked the map. Charlie shook his head.

“I’ll come back. I always come back,” he said. “And you can come and visit me. And we can write. Same as before.”

“I missed you before.”

“Yeah. You too.” Charlie gave Artemis a half-hearted smile. “It’s a shame there are no maps for this, really.” When Artemis didn’t laugh, he sighed. “We’ll find a way to make it work somehow, eventually. And if we don’t… Well, at least we’ll have tried. And you’ll still be my best friend.”

“Really?”

“If I was going to get rid of you, I’d have done it before now.”

Artemis pulled a face at him, but at least she laughed this time.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Without warning, she pressed her lips to his. When she pulled away, she was almost smiling. “We’ll figure it out. We’ve got time.” She smiled. “One day at a time.”

“One day at a time,” Charlie repeated.

Their lips found one another’s again, but this time neither of them pulled away. Instead, their kisses deepened, and they each pulled the other closer, and closer, and closer. The morning sun shone down on their bodies as they once more became entangled beneath the skylight, bathing them in its warm, golden glow.

They might have crossed into a new territory, mapless, with no path to follow, but it didn’t matter. They were the other’s home, and the other’s adventure, and it didn’t matter where they were headed or what might happen next. They would figure it out. They would find their way. One day at a time. Together.

[lavellenchanted]

Leaning onto each other, just being close, was enough. - prompt!

A snippet that would theoretically be part of this AU

"Can't sleep either?"

Wyll's voice is soft but Astrid is still startled, jerking her gaze away from the campfire to look up at him in confusion for a moment before her thoughts catch up and she registers the question.

"No," she answers, just as quietly, mindful of waking the others. Even whispers seem to carry across the still night air, when the only other sounds are the gentle lapping of the river and the steady hum of Karlach's engine. "My mind's . . . too full. Literally and figuratively."

"I know the feeling."

For a moment they hold each other's gaze. The flickering light of the fire glints off the deep red iris of Wyll's newly demonic eye, making it almost seem to glow - and a shiver runs through Astrid as she's confronted by the realisation that she'll never again the warm brown eyes that have haunted her memories for so long. Something inside her twist, but then he tilts his head and the light shifts, and she's reminded that even if the colours are changed, it's still the same man looking at her.

It's both comforting and disquieting at the same time. She wonders if it would be easier if he were not still not so familiar to her, if she didn't see the boy she had known in the way he smiled, or gestured, in that silly little pose he did whenever he talked about being the Blade. Or would it just made her heart ache more, if he felt as much of a stranger as he now looked?

He's still on his feet, clearly unsure if she would welcome his company. In truth she's not entirely sure herself yet, but she's tired and she's missed him, so before he loses his nerve and turns away she shifts slightly to the side and pats the ground beside her. Slowly he sinks down to sit cross legged, close enough that their arms just brush togther.

"What's keeping you awake?" she asks.

He waves a hand towards his horns. "Still getting used to these."

"Do they hurt?"

"Not exactly. They feel strange. A little uncomfortable. But not painful."

There's a faint twist to his mouth that she knows means he's not being entirely truthful (he was always a terrible card player because of it). There had been pain, when Mizora had dragged his soul through the layers of hell as she changed him. Astrid had seen the anguish in his face and hated that she could do nothing but stand there, powerless, and watch. She suspects the echoes of that will take a long time to fade from his mind.

". . . why didn't you tell me?" The question's been gnawing at her since finally learned why Wyll disappeared from Baldur's Gate all those years go. "About Mizora, about your father banishing you? Why did you let me think you just left?"

Wyll's shoulders hunch for a moment, his brow furrowing, and when he answers it's clear he's choosing his words carefully. "I couldn't talk about the pact. And Mizora's dangerous. I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Did you ever think about me?" Despite her best efforts, Astrid's voice cracks slightly.

"Yes, gods, yes, of course I did. All the time." Abruptly, Wyll reached out and grabs her hand in his - moving so quickly that it's clear he's surprised himself. "I missed you more than I can say."

His skin is warm against hers, rough with calluses that he didn't have at seventeen. The feel of it makes Astrid catch her breath; in the years since she left the Gate herself and made her home in the woods, she's not had much contact with other people. When was the last time someone held her hand like this? The last time someone touched her this gently? Somehow it makes her want to cry.

Wyll's staring down at where he's taken her hand, and she wonders if the same questions are running through his mind. What has his life been like on the road, fighting monsters along the coast and apparently though the hells? Did he have friends, people he could turn to for comfort?

Part of Astrid wants to throw herself entirely into his arms, to hold him the way she had when she was sixteen. Part of her wants to push him away before he breaks through any more of her walls.

Instead, she wraps her other hand around his arm and tentatively rests her head on his shoulder. Wyll briefly tenses, then he lets out a breath and his whole body seems to relax under her as he brings his head down to rest against hers. Closing her eyes, she breathes in his scent - wood and earth and the freshness of the river water he used to bathe earlier - and she could almost be back in Baldur's Gate, sat on one of the rooftops, young and in love and with hardly a care in the world.

It doesn't change anything, not really. There's still a lot for them to talk about, to try and navigate their way through. But for this moment, as they lean against each other, not speaking but just letting themselves be close, it's enough.

[rreskk]

Idk if you know this meme : someone's saying "I'm the bad guy", another answer "Say that again, I like it" and the first one can't say anything else because she is confused Well I thought about a Trevor x reader where reader where Reader just has a "friendly" relationship with Trevor but where Reader seems to have a lot of confidence in herself and therefore swings dirty phrases or jokes. But when Trevor decides to respond, she doesn't know what to say because she is completely inexperienced. That makes Trevor laugh and he decides to fix it 👀

A/N: Brilliant idea! Sorry this took some days to make. I wanted to make sure it was good :)

Summary: Trevor always knew you lacked experience... He pretended he didn't know.

TW: SMUT

You and Trevor were walking back from a bar, kicking pebbles down the road towards sunset as the most odd of conversations appeared. Your relationship was hard to pin. Without anything else to discuss or talk about, in the heat of the moment (the alcohol taking over), you began sprinting down the crumbled road while yelling at Trevor to race you…

You immediately regretted the decision when you crossed the road to cheat and a car swerved right into you. The driver’s skill to spin past and miss you by an inch made Trevor pause and cackle. The car horn almost busted your eardrums and you jumped out of the way, landing on the grass when the out of control car struggling down the road.

Trevor jogged over to meet you while laughing his ass off, pointing a finger like a kid. You huffed and patted yourself off before noticing how out of breath he was. A large smirk smothered your red face.

“You are panting already? I can’t imagine you last long in bed.”

It was completely common for you both to approach sexual encounters as a joke. While others call this flirting, you denied and protested this to be friendly banter.

He mocked your laugh. “Are you speaking from experience?”

Trevor’s eyes glowed brightly as soon he’s exposed to the sunset lights. His brown colour turned into an amber tint. It reminded you of warmth and comfort. After being hypnotised by his eyes, Trevor decided to escalate this ‘banter’.

“Someone’s staring too hard, ay?” He snickered.

You quickly played it off when realising how long you really were staring into him.

“I wasn’t staring! And what? What experience?” You laughed to fire up the humorous atmosphere. It got so intense that you felt a strong feeling in your lower stomach.

Trevor raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never had sex?”

You didn’t know if he wanted to humiliate you- whether it wanted to or not- he successful did. You grew bright crimson red.

“Of course I’ve had sex, dumbass.” Your voice wobbling at how intimate this is going.

“Who’s the lucky guy then?” He remarked. Although you were walking side by side, you could imagine how sickly wide his grin is, but you can’t find yourself to see. You could tell her was waiting for you to glance over.

You excused him with your limb hand. “No one you would know…”

You heard him scoff in disbelief. It made you nervous as when you usually hear this noise, he is about to control the situation.

“Oh really? I’m not convinced.” Trevor cooed. He began walking ahead, leaving you behind like a pathetic slum; wanting you to work hard to defeat him in this line of intimacy and ‘banter’.

Your legs unmanaged to reach his speed.

“I am not a virgi-“ You paused as he turned around and gave you a knowing look. “You know what? This conversation is over.”

The bluntness and seriousness of your tone seemed amusing for Trevor who heartedly stopped and waited for you to catch up.

“There is no need to get all snappy at me, sugar. I’ve known you for some time now…” He chimed out loud before chuckling to himself. “I know you are inexperienced.”

A spiral of embarrassment and humanisation overfilled your guts. The last thing you could feel physically would be the need to vomit.

“Trevor…” You tried to say.

He stopped you with a hand. The dominance he has to execute all banter and cut ties with your confidence. His forehead almost touched yours.

“Not so cocky now, aren’t you? How about I show you how long I can really last?”

You grunted when you felt his hand wrap itself from under your shirt, exploring your exposed back. The edgy feeling to his fingers, the firm tension as he touched your back muscles, inspecting their capacity.

“Trevor, not here.” You whispered.

The man breathed out a low giggle. You felt your face scrunch up as you got the taste of his scent.

“No one is around.” Trevor rejoiced with a hint of desperation.

You knew he had more to say as his mouth withered closer to your right ear.

“Virgin or not, I’ve always wanted to get a taste of you.”

A whimper left your tongue and like goo, your spaghetti legs trembled under his touch. Trevor held you close and the heat from his stomach warmed you like the sun did to his eyes.

“Lean against that wall.” He ordered in a rough voice, already guiding you with this body weight.

Your stomach pressed against the brick wall and Trevor’s fingers peeled off your trousers. How fast this had escalated, you trusted him to take good care of you. The way he is cradling your body made you wish you had touched him sooner.

Trevor kissed your neck lovingly before adjusting his large bulge. “Tell me when you are ready.” He smirked.

You gulped and prepared yourself. “I’m ready.”

He grinded himself slowly between your ass, taking in the way you respond. Trevor knew you had sexual relations before, but he loved the way you hadn’t experienced anything so intimate.

The moment he entered, you both yelped and moaned. Your hands were pressed against the cold wall, digging your fingers with every thrust he did. Trevor’s mouth occupied your neck and closest cheek, smothering sloppy kisses and brittle bite marks.

“Fuck, Trevor!” You hushed yourself by covering your mouth to refrain any attention to you both.

He snickered at your carefulness. Trevor began thrusting faster, wailing out monstrous moans that completes your insides. His hands gripped harder around your waist and watched you juggle back and forth from the wall to his stomach, panting like he did before.

“See how long I’m lasting baby!” He whined in a voice of ecstasy. His mouth had found itself buried in your hair, struggling to keep it together.

Although he isn’t proving his point, you realised it was his way of finding his way to you… That fucking bastard.

“Fuck!” You hissed when approaching your climax.

Trevor had his tongue hanging out like a dog.

“Harder!” You demanded.

One more thrust and you exploited his dick by reaching your climax, painting him in cum. Trevor whined so hard that the moment he pulled out, he came all over your lower back that it dropped onto your ass and the floor.

You were panting and gasping for air while Trevor held you from behind, his hands meeting with your stomach and sweaty face hiding in your neck. Your trousers were still trapping your ankles but this second, you couldn’t care. His embrace was so warm that you wished he meant what he did.

“Trevor…” You sighed.

He nodded his head.

“This better not be a first and only thing.” You chuckled nervously as his embrace grew longer and tighter.

His mouth moved against your skin. “Sugar, I’ll happily see your everyday.”  

[twelvedozenterrors]

The Grandmaster’s Disciple

hxuse-of-muses:

{♚}—; Cosmos patiently waited a few moments to let Henry find the figurine of himself, and sure enough he guessed correctly. “That’s right, there you are!” He smiled down at him and gently pet his head, and let Mingus be the next to try finding himself and he too was able to figure it out by trying to think about what they’d be doing and what made the most sense through process of elimination. “That’s right Mingus, that’s you!”

Though as he was congratulating both Henry and Mingus, he could see Dan was having trouble trying to locate where he had been placed in the set. “Don’t worry Dan, I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.” He wanted to give him a clue but there were a couple of hints that might lead the little one to an answer and the Grandmaster wanted to see if he’d pick up on it. Kelvin tried to remove the remnants of the paint with some water but it seemed like it wasn’t so easily dissolved by that, he might have to resort to magic or even Cosmos’ help if he couldn’t do it. There was no doubt he may be in need of some assistance with his hair which is where it stuck to the most. 

“You’re right about that I must say, either I’ll need a mirror or some help.” He chuckled as he watched over Cosmos who had taken a seat and gotten comfortable over there presenting the figurines. “Good to see everyone, including Cosmos are having a good time here.”

Dan just couldn’t wrap his head around this.

Which shoulder had he been on? All he focused on back then was lathering paint on Cosmos, not where he was on Cosmos - guessing based on what the figurines were doing would be pointless, having shared his victim with Cecil.

Mingus’ energy fizzled away when he realised the severity of Dan’ conundrum, deciding to perch up on the chair and stare at the sculpture with a quizzical frown.

Not even Clare - the only one in the quartet who had been vaguely paying attention to her opponent’s position during the onslaught - could manage an informative opinion. Her lips twitched like she wanted to speak (or make any sound), but that was all she could contribute.

One by one, all four of the kids wound up fixated on the guessing game. If they hadn’t opted to discover themselves beforehand, their newfound obsessive concentration on trying to decipher this puzzle would have never let them do so.

Between the marbled colours and an apparent need to rely on fine details, the solution was beyond their level of understanding.

And Dan, being in the spotlight, was suffering the most.

He had gone from enjoying the challenge to simply becoming stressed out; reduced to touching his horns in a desperate search for clues and uttering confused whimpers all the while. Cosmos’ reassurance only convinced the little one that he was doing something wrong and missing an obvious hint.

Heeding Kelvin’s suggestion, Zander held out his palm and summoned a reflective disc that stayed in place after he pulled away, like he’d solidified the air without affecting its weight or density.

Spreading his fingers out from the centre was all that was needed to resize it, and once the makeshift mirror was enlarged to his liking he would leave the scribe to reposition it however he pleased. This obviously wouldn’t help with removing the clay specifically, but now Kelvin could get a vague idea of what he was doing to his hair.

[bisognamorire]

Dear A.,

Happy Saturday!

I feel a bit stupid and pathetic to leave these messages here for you, because for all I know you might not even look at my blog. At least thats what I remember you telling me in a letter. I still hope that they might reach you somehow, somewhen. I had to think of how you agreed to me as we drove to Grasmere, ‘it was so horrible when we didn’t speak last year’. Why did it happen again?

Why, why, why.

Last week, after getting your message and realising I didn’t have the option to send my ‘goodbye’ message to you and wondering why you avoided using the word ‘love’ in regards to me and instead used ‘care’, I became so unwell that I needed desperately to be around people and keep myself from the need to harm myself.

I visited Sharon every day a few hours in the evening or afternoon. At some point she told me that her boyfriend was complaining about me visiting them and that I was annoying him by just seeming ‘down’ and that shes scared he might break up with her because I need so much support. I felt awful. Like I am unwanted wherever I turn to and that I cause harm everywhere. I told Sh. that I wouldn’t visit anymore out of fear that i might endanger her relationship but also out of feeling unwelcome. Seemingly unhappy with that arrangement too, Sh. started berating me for an hour. I want to give you a selection of things she concluded about me:

1. it is my own fault that I don’t have any friends because of ‘how’ i am

2. i don’t even want/ try to be not-depressed

3. the 10 years I’ve been to therapy in total were completely useless because in her opinion I have not progressed an inch

4. I am not making any effort to live ‘independently’ ((despite me literally doing that))

I asked her at least three times to leave my flat while she was ranting to me, but she refused and kept hurting me with those words. My brain switched into dissociation mode then.

People always speak of how we need to destigmatize the mentally ill etc. yet when I show symptoms of being depressed, all my relatives and friends are blowing in the wind. Seems like its more an ideal they’d like to uphold and not a reality that they want to actually bear. people always reveal themselves with their actions.

This week I tried to meet with the few friends I have. Some of those meetings helped me distract myself for a while with mindless chatter and others wounded me more, for example, with Fatma, who treated me harshly and basically kicked me out of her home. I think she didn’t do it out of bad intent. She is just very stressed because of always being at work. I wonder why so many people don't realise that their jobs are killing their joy in life and make them so irritated that they treat everyone around them like shit and why they don’t take action against it. But still, I’ve had enough of people kicking me out of their lives and homes.

Apart from all these things (as you can see, the people around me are little comfort to me) I bought a few tools and paints to create my Yamato (One Piece) cosplay. So, now, when I am not at work, I play my video game ‘Lies of P’ (I’m at that boss fight against Fuoco) or to tinker on the cosplay or take naps. It is good to occupy my mind by trying to figure out how to create things for the cosplay. I don’t get into repetitive thoughts about you and everything when I am doing that.

The other day I formed Yamato’s horns out of Foam Clay.

Yesterday I spray painted them with a layer of liquid plastic and then coloured them with Acrylics.

Since Yamato is a demon, he was shackled but he broke free at some point. I also made his shackles out of EVA foam and I will hopefully paint them today after work.

I miss you horribly and I wish I could cry and weep about your decision to not be in my life anymore or have any part of me in yours. But due to dissociation, I can’t cry these days. I just feel like this empty black hole that threatens to even swallow up itself if I don’t keep my mind preoccupied.

I just sit and stare at the ceiling. I go over your last message to me over and over in my mind and get into panic attacks when I try to think of what you’re doing, how you’re doing because I realise we’ve never not spoken in such a long time and I don’t know anything about you anymore. Most of the time this takes up so much energy of me, that in the end I just rot in bed.

I wish I could know how you’re doing and what's going on in your life, too. Before you asked me not to, I would check your blog but there wasn’t really much that would give anything away and since I also misunderstood the meaning of that greek song (did I really?) I wonder what else I might misunderstand, even if there is any hint. When I don’t see anything I get very disappointed and feel very hurt, so I try not to check it anymore but I feel desperate to. I sometimes wonder how you don't have the same urge to reach out to me and know how I am etc. and it hurts too.

I want to say ‘don’t be a stranger’, and I try not to be one to you by writing these and I wish you’d also not be one to me.

Your Sabo, who loves you.

[raidenssblog]

Love is red but so is blood

Part 1 ←you are here, part 2, part 3, part 4

Pairing- Zenitsu X d!m!reader

Genre- fluff

Sorry this is so long I kinda got ahead of myself 😅 btw green is going to be A.N's they aren't long anyway

Warning- suicidal mentioning, horrible writing, super long.

Summary- zenitsu fell for a demon. Who would've know. A boy who is scared to the bone by them, plus he's ment to kill them fell in love with one. Everything was going fine. He was happy. M/n was happy. All was good untill a fellow slayer found m/n and Zenitsu.

FEM!READERS DNI PLEASE!!!

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Small giggles came from the boy on your lap. Yellow and blond hair shaking with every laugh. You were both laying in a small meadow seems that Zenitsu had a day, or night off. Finally.

Small gusts of wind knock some of the dead leaves off their branches making them fall to the ground.

Small flowers blossomed around the meadow making a range of colours from blue to purple and yellow.

"than he went to jump across the river. But he missed and fell in" the younger boy said before causing you and him to burst into laughter.

Pulling Zenitsu up a bit to hold him you breath in the slight honey sent before you let out a happy sigh.

It was nights like these where you sometimes forget that your a demon and he's human. You forget that when he grows old you're still going to be 19.

When he dies your still going to be alive and will have to live without him. But you made up your mind. When he dies old or young, you will die with him. Standing where you two met. Waiting for your never ending life to finish with the rays of the sunlight.

Hoping, just hoping that you'll be with him in the after life.

"m/n? You're zoning out again" a small and shy laugh coming from him. You can't help but smile.

"I'm fine love. I promise" you smile slightly at the boy before looking at the flowers. Suddenly a smile appears on you face.

"wait here for me yeah? I'll be back in a sec" you said, standing the boy up before running off faster that normal.

Just as quick as you left you came back with what looked like black and gold wire along with some charms and small crystals.

Setting the things down Zenitsu sat down examining the items you left on the ground.

Walking around you grabbed bundles of different flowers and set them down with the other items. Zenitsu instantly knew what you were going to do. Looking at him you could practically see his eyes sparkle.

After all, flower crowns were how you two met.

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Zenitsu passed out, well passed out while asleep, in a forest not to far from where you were sat making flower crowns and bracelets. Sensing a person in the woods you decided to go check it out.

His yellow and orange triangled haori and yellow hair was sticking out even in the middle of the night.

'why is he out here?' you wondered to yourself before slowly approaching the passed out boy.

You were extra cautious once you saw his demon slayer uniform. Picking the boy up bridle and walking him over to the small field where you were originally came from.

Obliviously he would be pretty stunned when he wakes up but it would be even more of a shock when he see you.

Your demon features are very noticeable. Black horns with a ring or two on them. Nails are short for a demon but still pretty long. Black marks go from the very top of your finger to the bottom of them, dark red almost blood red eyes, sharp fangs, slightly pointed ears and a crown that you made out of obsidian shards. (I have no idea why I chose this but it looks cool in my mind)

You could shapeshift into more of a human appearance but that does take a bit of strength and preferably you don't really like it.

You sat the boy down and take off you jacket and his haori to act like a pillow and blanket before going and starting up the crown you were working on.

You were so focused on tring not to break the stem of the flowers that you had not realised Zenitsu was starting to wake.

Stirring and blinking, his vision started to focus again. Scanning around the area his eyes went straight to the male next to him.

You were so startled by the ear piercing wail coming from the boy that the wires on the crown snapped from where you jumped.

Cries and screams is all that came from Zenitsu untill you quickly got up and covered his mouth.

"shhh! You'll draw attention to us!" Whisper-yelling him to atlease quite down a bit. Spoiler. He didn't but Zenitsu only got louder the longer you held onto him.

Rolling your eyes you slapped him. That was what shut him up.

"finally" you said in relief. Sobs is all what you could hear from him. "Look sorry. It's just I don't really feel like fighting other demons today" that was a lie. You felt perfectly fine it just you wanted peace and quiet. Something you rarely get seems that, well your a demon.

He seemed to calm down a little bit. You took that as a sign to remake the flower crown. Sitting down in front of him cross legged you picked up the crown and started to reshape and make it.

"s-so yo-u're not goi-ing to k-ill me?" Zenitsu stuttered out. Tears landing on his haori, eyes red and a runny nose. "If I was I would have already killed you would've I?"

Zenitsu seemed lost in thought. Just, staring at you. 'how could a 'demon' be so....human' he thought.

He was zoning out focusing on how you hands ran the fragile wire around and through the stems of the flowers. The colours seem to be brighter under the moon's light.

"can I try" he froze not meaning to talk at all knowing that you would probably kill him. Literally.

"yeah, do you know how to make them?" You sounded so warm and human. "Uh- no not really" zenitsu stuttered out.

"here I'll tech you" you said that was followed by a soft smile.

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Carefully twisting the thin wire around the flowers and charms you tied off the wire finishing off the crown.

It was a mixture of yellows, whites and light oranges. You felt your own crown being lifted off you head before being replaced with a much more lighter one.

You looked at zenitsu who had a smile plastered onto his face. "It suits you" he said cheerfully but quickly.

You placed the crown you made onto his head before kissing the top of his head. "So does yours"

"I love you m/n. I know I say it a lot but I truly mean it. The first time I said it to you it felt...right." Zenitsu said.

He knew that this relationship was against the rules. Unlike nezuko you still needed to eat humans. This resulted in Zenitsu having to take the flesh from people that had already died due to another demon attack.

Having to take so much flesh in order for you not to grow to hungry was definitely a task. Tanjiro was starting to catch on with what he was doing. Always asking why Zenitsu smelt like blood that wasn't his, even tho he didn't have any blood on him.

Eventually you started to grow less and less hungry. Only really relying on a bit of flesh once a month and little blood during the day.

You smiled before replying "I love you too" than leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. When you pulled away you noticed that Zenitsu had a tint of pink dusting his cheeks before it quickly went away.

Zenitsu swore that he heard someone else steps and breathing. He looked around but didn't find anyone. The meadow looked completely empty. 'i must be hearing things again' the yellow haired boy thought.

"you alright love?" You asked. A slight worried looked was glossed over your face. "I'm fine I just thought I heard something. But it's getting closer to day brake we should head home." He said before collecting your real crown and the stuff you brought.

Standing up you and Zenitsu went back to your small cabin hand in hand.

Little did you two know but there was someone watch closely. A fellow lower rank demon Slayer. Shocked about the idea of a slayer dating a demon, he sent a crow the location of your cabin.

This will be the last peaceful night for Zenitsu for a long time to come...