#i was about to say we were slowly getting into killing eve again

[dtchloedecker]

Chloe smiled as Lucifer brushed his hand against hers. She didn't think that was intentional at first, but given that this was the second time he did it, she figured it had to be on purpose. It felt nice knowing he'd be watching her during her visit. She nodded at the CO at the door to the interrogation room and he opened the door. There sat Kinley in his holding cell a little too calmly for someone who got sentenced to life in prison. Like it didn't matter that he'd tried to manipulate her to kill Lucifer or had three people killed so Lucifer would show his devil face. "Thank you for coming," he said to Chloe when the door sat behind her. Just as soon as he started speaking, Chloe wanted to punt his stupid bald head across the parking lot. Instead, she kept her voice calm and even, but kept her disdain in there. "I only came to tell you to stop putting in requests to speak to me. We have nothing to talk about." NOW Kinley looked nervous, desperate even as he stood up. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't have much time. They're going to transfer me back to Rome to be tried there."

Like I'm supposed to care? Out loud, Chloe let out a huff. "Can't say I'm sad to see you go," she said with disinterest as she slowly circled around the holding cell so she was standing directly in front of Kinley. "There is something you need to know," he said, but Chloe would hear it. "No, there is something YOU need to know," she said angrily. "You were WRONG about Lucifer. He is a GOOD man. One might say that he's even an angel." Biologically, Lucifer was still an Angel. Devil face or not, that didn't change. He wasn't perfect, but he was still good. Flawed, but good like any other human.

"I need to warn you about the prophecy," Kinley said as if he didn't hear a word Chloe just said. "Prophecy?" she shook her head at the old, bald priest. Was he going for an insanity plea or was he just bonkers? "You see, I thought that the prophecy was about you, Chloe," he explained. Chloe rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated look at the one-way mirror, which she knew Lucifer was watching from behind. She was done with this. She started making her way back to the door as Kinley droned on. "But, I realize now that I could've been wrong. If it's not you, who else could be Lucifer's first love?"

Chloe froze as she was about to knock on the door to be let out and then turned to face the old coot. Eve. Kinley definitely noticed her because it looked like a light bulb went off in his head. "You know who it is, don't you?" He asked in an eager and slightly creepy voice. He reminded her of a roly-ploy humanoid Gollum/Smeagle as he walked up to the bars of the cell where she was standing to be closer to her. "Is she here?" he asked. Chloe remained frozen. She didn't want to answer. She didn't care for Eve, but she wasn't going to throw the first woman under the bus.

After a few minutes, Kinley spoke again, drooping the Gollum/Smeagle vibe. "I just need you to hear the prophecy." Chloe had no idea how prophecies worked. Not in reality. She had no idea how all of this celestial stuff worked, but Lucifer did and he was here and he was her partner. Maybe he should hear the prophecy, too. "Alright," Chloe agreed reluctantly. And then Kinley spoke once more:

"When the devil walks the Earth and finds his first love, evil shall be released."

Chloe remained frozen. She had no idea how to respond or even feel. Was this about Eve encouraging Lucifer to embrace his devil more devilish side? No, that wasn't it. Lucifer couldn't just turn evil like that. Maybe it was something or someone else. But, what would Lucifer and Eve have to do with it? Was an apocalypse about to be triggered? Chloe felt very overwhelmed and then knocked on the door to get herself let out. "Detective Decker-," Kinley started to speak, but Chloe cut him off. "I got it," she answered as the door opened. She quickly stepped into the hallway and waited for the couple in question to come out of the observation room.

@lucifermorningstxr

Lucifer was doing everything in his power to demonstrate what he'd said in the garage to Chloe. While he never lied, he also knew the value of his actions, especially to the Detective. He could say things with the fullest honest intent of following through, but he was a man of swift action. He wanted to make it visibly clear to Chloe where he stood while not freezing Eve out completely, either. Again, he didn't hate Eve by any means, but they'd outgrown one another, and he wanted to really make sure things stayed on the up with the Detective. Even the car ride over to the jail was less awkward than it could've been, with the time being filled with the regalia of the partnership's past with Kinley. Leaving out the bit about the poisoning was the silently-agreed-upon best option too, as the pair had already put it past them and were trying to continue to do so with these jailbird meetings, but the detail was trivial vanity when the actual crimes at hand were accounted for. Lucifer even backed the Detective's comment about jail being his punishment, something that even yesterday he'd have let Eve convince him wasn't enough. This was how Earth's rules were. Who says old Devils can't learn new tricks after all?

As Chloe pulled him aside at the prison, he nodded in agreement to her instructions. "You're the boss, Detective!" He'd quip with a mischievous smirk before giving her his most sincere eyes. "I'm here to protect you. Forger the Devil on your shoulder, today I'm just backup. But I will come in if things go haywire. I know you well enough by now to pick up on your cues. Go on, Detective. I'll keep Eve behaved, go do your thing like only you can." He again brushed her hand, smiling with encouragement before stepping back to lead Eve into the observation room. He knew the stakes were high, but he also feared for the Detective being anywhere near that vile excuse for a man, even if this was a legitimate jail. So he'd do as she asked, but the second she needed him, he was ready to act.

[consciouschunkofmoss]

every day i think about marcia and chrisjen

its an unending cycle of gay 😔

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Four: Sirius

Safehouse Somewhere in Athens

Athens, Greece

No one could know, but Sirius was fairly certain he was going insane. He dreamed of Remus. He glimpsed him in dark, dreamscape spaces and then in London. All of their familiar spots. But he was always turning a corner, or walking in front of Sirius who couldn’t seem to reach forward. His name always stuck in Sirius’ throat.

The dark safe house ceiling was no comfort when Sirius jolted himself away for the hundredth time.

“Do you ever wonder…” Remus had begun that sentence more than a year ago, and Sirius still believed that he wouldn’t have been able to guess what he was about to say.

They had been in London, at George’s, on their second beers and making their way through their chip wrappings. Some happy Irish song was bouncing around the shop, but Remus’ expression had been solemn. He’d chewed slowly, staring out the steamed up window. The fog made his brown eyes look like milk poured into coffee.

“What?” Sirius had prompted, knocking the necks of their bottles together.

He remembered being thrilled to have Remus all to himself this late into the night. He didn’t live near Sirius, but near his parents and his little brother, Julian. Sirius didn’t like thinking of them. He’d tried to look in a few times, but seeing ten-year-old Julian’s face had been nearly as horrible as watching Remus get dragged away. It’s my fault, he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to beg for Julian’s forgiveness and also tell him that he didn’t deserve it, all at the same time.

“George,” Remus had called. “Can you turn this one up?”

The song was already loud, but George shrugged and dialed it up three more notches. Sirius’ neck prickled. He was worried about listening bugs.

Remus had looked around George’s fish shop before leaning a little closer. Freckles, Sirius always thought. Freckles like stars. “Do you ever wonder about them?”

Them. It was the word for Salazar.

“Wonder,” Sirius had repeated. “What do you mean?”

Remus pressed his lips together.

“Re.” Sirius shook his head. “Talk to me—”

Remus’ phone had started to ring. Sirius had caught a quick glimpse of the name before Remus had excused himself to take it outside.

Pascal.

The memory faded when James, laying beside him, reached over at patted his shoulder comfortingly.

Sirius sighed. “How did you know I was awake?”

“You breathe differently.”

“You’re just used to watching Harry sleep.”

“Maybe,” James said. “Maybe you need a little bit of babying, too, to make up for lost time.”

Sirius snorted. James knew about his parents. Cold, passionate people with their ideas in all the wrong places.

“Leo’s on watch?” Sirius asked.

“Yep. Think we can teach Finn a few tricks so we can all get more sleep?”

“Not a chance.”

James laughed softly. His phone briefly lit up the darkness as he checked the time and then groaned. “You’re right, but damn. We should be asleep while we can. You change over at dawn.”

“Honestly, I think I’ll be glad for the distraction.”

“What, you’re own head getting to you? You? Wow, I never would have guessed that.”

Sirius reached out blindly and whacked him in the chest. James hit him back, but they settled again. He tried to match his breathing to James to see if he’d noticed and received another pat.

“It’s something with their memory.” Sirius had to force the words out.

“Yeah.” James swallowed audibly in the dark. “I think so.”

“I don’t…” Sirius shook his head. “They’re killed—we saw them die, and then they show up and—”

Did Remus not know him? Sirius felt sick thinking of it. He tried to put himself in Finn’s shoes, who he’d left curled on his side with all of his clothes on, staring at the brick wall through his bedroom window. If they found Remus—or, like Logan, let Remus find them, would Remus not recognize him? Did he even know his own name?

“We saw them shot,” James said. “We never…We assumed they were dead. Their trackers went offline, we thought their bodies got thrown over—”

“What if whoever took them disabled the trackers?”

“We need to know for sure who we were dealing with six months ago at Sounion,” James said. “Black market and weapon dealing isn’t enough. We need names.”

Sirius could see the three faces they’d managed to track. The woman, and the two men—brothers, most likely.

“Why did Salazar call off the mission after we lost Lo and Re?” James hit the mattress with a harsh palm. “That’s what I can’t fucking wrap my head around. Why not get those fuckers?”

Do you ever wonder about them?

Sirius didn’t know how to say it to James. Had Remus meant Salazar? He’d refused to speak about it after the fact. But now Salazar wanted Remus shot on sight. He thought of whose safe house they were in, and whether it was really safe at all.

“I never asked before,” James continued. “Because I didn’t think it was any of my business…” Sirius knew what was coming when James turned towards him in the dark. “But did—”

“No,” Sirius said to the dark ceiling.

“You didn’t even hear my question” James asked.

Sirius reached out and grabbed James’ wrist, tapping twice on its inside. Their own code. Someone might be listening. He made something up and knew James would go along. “He wins enough money off me, he kills at poker.”

“That he does,” James replied without a beat, but he was tensed beside him. A moment later, he was pushing himself up. Dawn was beginning to make a faint orange line across the bedroom war, coming in through the kitchen.

“C’mon,” James said. “They’ll be setting up the markets. Leo’s on watch. Let’s bring him coffee and wake up our little passenger and go over that phone call radius.”

Sirius looked up at him in the dim light. “Logan always did like leaving at dawn.”

He was reluctant to rouse Finn. The room was freezing. They would have to do something about that. Finn’s suitcase was open on the floor and clothes half spilled out. There was no room for any sort of dresser—or maybe just no care for it. No one stayed long enough, perhaps.

“I’ll do it.”

Sirius turned to find Leo standing behind him. He looked tired, and cold. He was holding a cup of the coffee that James had made—way too strong.

Leo rolled his eyes a little at Sirius’ expression, then shouldered past him. “He’s stronger than he looks.”

“Really?” Sirius said. “I’d be a mess.”

He already was a mess. It had the intended effect, making Leo pause to look at him before settling on the edge of Finn’s bed.

“Finn,” Leo said gently. “Are you awake?”

“Are you awake?”

Sirius drew in a slow breath before opening his eyes. If anyone had told him, upon entering the academy, that his roommate would be a fucking talkative insomniac, he wasn’t sure what he would have done.

“I am now.”

Remus Lupin’s silhouette pushed up from his cot across the small room. “Are you hungry?”

Sirius could still see him there, half-silhouette and half moonlight. He hadn’t known that he would be entranced, for a long time, by how handsome he thought Remus Lupin was. He’d thought that from the very beginning.

“Sure. I’m hungry.”

Sirius went back into the kitchen. He didn’t want to watch this part. He didn’t want to watch Finn wake up and remember.

James looked at him. He was in his own dark, sleek winter jacket, had a black beanie pulled low, and his contacts in. He cupped his mug close to his chin and watched Sirius add milk to his own—how Remus took it. Sirius looked back at him once he was holding his own mug, too.

James’ single arched brow said all he needed to. Of course Salazar is listening. He darted his eyes around the room. This is their safe house.

Sirius nodded, but he didn’t know how to communicate, Remus was worried about something and I didn’t realize it soon enough in just one glance. He didn’t even know how to say it to himself. Salazar had been a part of their lives for the last decade. They’d got through training together, him, Remus, and James. And then had come Logan and Finn, two years later, and then, finally, Leo. Malfoy and the other higher-ups were old-fashioned and crude, but the work they did was important. Necessary. They were protectors.

James just sighed and took a sip of his coffee. “I miss her grilled cheese.” Lily. He wouldn’t give anyone else who might be listening a name. Just like how, for Logan, Finn was always Red, or Rouge.

What would Sirius have called Remus, if he were a civilian? If he weren’t always at his side. If they weren’t always in danger together. Would that have been better? Remus waiting at home for him? Sirius, waiting at home for Remus? He didn’t think so. He preferred Remus in his sightline. He preferred the option of diving in front of a bullet for him. Only distance prevented him from protecting Remus.

He should never have let Remus go down those cliffs without him.

James cleared his throat to get his attention. He had written something down on a napkin. In his scratchy handwriting,

TELL ME.

Sirius didn’t know what he was going to say, but he looked over his shoulder where he could hear Finn and Leo’s soft voices. He wrote quickly:

R X TRUST S?

James read the words and his reaction fell over his face. He flicked his eyes up to Sirius. Didn’t trust Salazar? Honestly?

Sirius shook his head.

Why?

Sirius shrugged and shook his head again. He’d never gotten Remus to say.

Leo was about to come down the hallway, Finn on his heels. “Are we ready?” Leo called.

James was still frowning, hazel eyes worried, as he stuffed the napkin in his remaining coffee to bleed the ink away.

“We’re ready,” James said, though Sirius didn’t feel it.

[reyreadersblog]

My unpopular TIG opinions.

Since y'all are expressing opinions out here..who am i to leave out? Now have in mind that these are MY opinions, some of these are unpopular some of these are NOT, some of these are even underrated facts but let's just ignore that..

(Please don't hate me)

1. I DON'T CARE ABOUT EVE, and i don't want her to be with Grayson..bcs APPERANTLY and very unfortunatly there are people out there who ship Gray and Eve..crazy..i know, i really don't care about her, i already made a whole post about why i don't like her at all, she's a manipulator, she's a liar, she's a backstabber. She traumatised poor Gray and threatened Ave. I respect your opinion if you like her and i truly understand where some of you are coming from, but i just can't manage to like her, don't hate her i just dislike her. Even if she gets a redemption arc..i can't seem to understand how i'll like her character after what she has done, but if i will..."forgotten but never forgiven"

2.underrated characters, there are so many of them in this books, for example Zara Hawthorne. I love her honestly, i could never hate, i understand she may have done some wrong things...but i love her nontherless♡♡ and same goes for Alisa Ortega.

(Honorable mention) also come on, give my man Oren some appreciation he deserves, you think following teenager around is easy? Even if it's his job and he gets paid, it's still tiring..😔

3. Uhh..i am scared to say this...i prefer Nash and Alisa to Nash and Libby...WAIT, WAIT, WAIT...DON'T KILL ME YET..LET ME EXPLAIN FIRST🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻, i saw @hawthornesbiggestfan 's post, and that encouriged me to say this, read that post bcs that explains exacly how i feel. I love Nash and Libby, they're super cute, i can't wait for their wedding and think they are going to have a very happy family...but..i'm still at the restaurant😔, EVEN THO we never got to know Nash and Alisa's story, smtg about those two had me invested in them from the beggining, like imagne Alisa growing up and Nash slowly developing a tiny crush on them..young love..passion..childhood lovers...love confession..ughh, also the fact that Gray, Xan and Jamie already saw her as their family, like an older sister. Such a shame we never got to see their story. Again, i'm not saying i dislike Nash and Libby tho if it had been love triangle between Nash, Libby and Aliso...i would choose Nash and Alisa...

3.Avery is freaking underrated, yk what's sad? SHE IS THE MAIN CHARACTER, and she doesn't get enough hype (i've made a post about this too) meanwhile people are swooning over Hawthorne brothers, and yes i am one of them but i love Avery to death, i even saw someone comparing Avery and the brothers saying "oh she's so boring..Hawthorns are way better than her..blah..blah..blah" technically they were saying fuck poor people, i know for a fact NONE of the brother would last an hour from where she came from (iykyk), she's a girlboss, and a main character for a reason.

4. As much as i love Averyjameson, i have to say their story is pretty much over, We'll probably get some cute moments from them in tgg or in games untold, but they ARE NOT a main couple anymore.

5.TGG IS A NEW SERIES, please understand that it's new book series with new characters (at least most of them) stop attacking JLB, it's her books, it's her choice.

6.Lyra Kane's haters don't make sense to me, especially those one who mock, and laugh at her lovers saying "you don't even know her, i'm gonna laugh at y'all when she turns out to be Eve 2.0" uhm...sir..miss..shut it. I respect your opinion if you're a Lyra netural bcs it's true we don't know many things about her and i totally understand if you can't love her yet, but don't hate, we know we're delusional most of the times, but that's what headcanons is for, for fun, alight, let people have fun.

7. Will all due respect i have...Averygrayson shippers are...dumb..yikes..sorry, but it's the truth, i'm tired of talking about this, it's been 4 books, Avery is happy with Jamie, they're perfect for each other, their relationship status is great and Gray is most definetly getting a new love interest..but of you still ship and have faith in them..do so..who am i to stop you? Just don't be disappointed when it won't be ture.

8.i may be judging too early but Savannah and Gigi being in the game..doesn't sit right, tbh honest it'a NEPOTISM at it's finest, i love both of them so much..but..nah. again, idk for sure..it may be some trick, it's JLB after all.

9.there are too many repetitive charcter traits..Jameson and Rohan, Grayson and Savannah, Gigi and Xander, Eve and Emily, every single dad, exept for Isaiah.

10.Speaking of Isaiah, he is extremly underrated, i mean he is the best dad in the series and somehow people talk about Sheffield Grayson more than him.

Sheesh...don't kill me in the comments please, i'm too young to die🙏🏻😔

(I'll probably do a part 2...

[filthyjoetini]

whats UP ive got a request, are you ready? so, it's game night and you play the newly wed game and you and joe SUCK balls at it, it's like you don't even KNOW each other (food for lots of bickering on the way home) but then, at home, joe's like, "let me show you how well i know you" 😏😏😏 turns out, your friends were just asking you the wrong questions heheheheh

Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)

a/n: Thank you so much for your request, babe! I had a field trip with this one....and it took me ages because things happened (saw the lad irl, didn't help...like AT ALL, then work and life and everything happened at once). The usual big thank you goes out to my bby @barfightzanddiscolightz. You da best! (music! DJ Khaled!)

warnings: embarrassment, smut (minors DNI), a pinch of drama (wouldn't be one of my stories if there weren't any drama)

wordcount: 3.7k

Restless in your seat, your irritation intensified by the minute. It was your monthly game night with the two other couples Joe and you had known for years. The newlyweds Amy and Rory, who had nailed the game at their wedding, were the masterminds behind tonight’s entertainment: The Newlywed Game. They were killing it; it was almost corny. Adam and Ethan, the second couple who had been inseparable since secondary school, were also acing it. Their smug grins made your stomach churn. But Joe and you? God. You were awful at it. The contrast between your faltering answers and the other couples‘ flawless performances couldn‘t have been more evident. Game night had never seemed so high-stakes before.

Joe and you were sat across from each other as you faced your relentless gamemaster Ethan. You were five out of 20 questions into the game, which meant each of you would be asked ten. However, the scoreboard was anything but in your favour, you had only managed to get two answers right whilst Joe had gotten none. Incredulously, you stared at him letting out a humourless chuckle, as he got yet another answer wrong. You still had 14 questions in total to go, and the odds seemed increasingly stacked against you.

“Incorrect…again.”, Ethan muttered with a frown on his face. His eyes, which held nothing but compassion and confusion, were set on you.

What the hell was going on? Joe and you had been together for four years and you knew each other inside and out… or so you thought.

“Babe…”, you groaned slightly, staring at him with wide eyes and downturned lips.

“What?”, Joe asked you, mirroring your stare, opening his eyes even wider than yours. His lips, however, were set in a broad grin.

You didn’t answer him verbally but just kept staring at him in disbelief.

“What?”, his smile faltered, and an irritated expression took its place. Before he continued, he took a swig of his beer. “How am I supposed to know what superpower you want to have? We’ve never spoken about this.”

“Yes, we have…”, you started to argue back when Ethan quickly asked the next question.

“This one’s for you.”, he said, pointing in your direction. “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.”

Fuck. This was hard. Joe had everything he could ask for in a materialistic and financial sense, so maybe an ability. You thought long and hard, trying to ignore the whispers from Rory, Amy, and Adam who were sat directly behind Joe. You finally wrote down the answer on one of the notecards you had been provided with.

My ability to say “no”.

Joe couldn’t say no if his life depended on it, which made it very easy for you to get your way. This is how you had ended up with a booking.com account full of planned city trips.

Slowly, you slid your notecard over to Ethan, who picked it up to read the question out loud again.

“The question was “What thing/ability/possession of yours would Joe like to have for himself.” and you said: “My ability to say “no.” … Joe’s answer is: “Your magnificent boyfriend.” … I’m so sorry, zero points again.”

You clenched your jaw tightly, trying hard not to let your irritation show even further. Your magnificent boyfriend? What kind of stupid answer is that? Yeah, Joe is a very decent and loving boyfriend but what makes him think he’s that magnificent? Everyone has flaws! You would have to have a word with him when you got home. This was getting really fucking embarrassing.

Rory, Amy, and Adam were now sniggering behind Joe, as he giggled at the wrong answer, totally oblivious to your growing annoyance.

“Next question.” Ethan announced with a chuckle of his own. Great, you had now totally become the joke of the night. You could bet your reputation as the game night’s laughingstock was secure for the next month until the next gathering.

“Joe.”

“Hi!”

“The question is: What’s her favourite yogurt topping?”

Joe grinned, quickly scribbled down his answer, and shoved it into Ethan’s hand before he picked up his pint of beer and took a huge gulp of it. Good. He had to know this. You ate yogurt every morning and one topping was always on it. Sometimes even he would make you your bowl of yogurt and he always topped it off with it. It was honey.

Ethan cleared his throat and repeated the question and then revealed the responses:

“Joe, you wrote down “Smarties” … and her answer is “Honey” … NIL POINTS! AGAIN!”

SMARTIES?! Who the hell puts Smarties on their yogurt? Does he think I’m a child? You were fuming inside and let out a frustrated huff through your nose, glaring daggers at Joe.

Grabbing your white wine spritzer, you tried to drown out your exasperation, but Amy, Rory, Adam, and Ethan were now fully laughing, and to your bewilderment Joe was too. You swallowed down the scream you wanted to let out along with your beverage and inhaled deeply. 12 more questions to go. You could do this. Also, you were both slightly tipsy and it was just a stupid game. No need to get all upset about it. You tried to persuade yourself but deep down, it bothered you to no end.

---

Joe and you had lost game night. In the end you had gotten six out of ten points and Joe had managed to get one answer right. He had been pretty proud of himself for it. Even took a victory lap and placed a sloppy kiss to your lips.

With your arms crossed tightly, you strode a few steps ahead of Joe, practically marching towards the tube station. It wasn‘t anger driving you forward, but rather embarrassment.

“Baby. Slow down!”, he shouted after you, but you didn’t oblige and just kept walking. Once you had made it to the entrance of the tube station, you opted for the stairs instead of the escalator and took two steps at the time.

“Babe. Please wait up!”

At the foot of the stairs, you came to a sudden stop. Joe almost bumped into you with full force but was able to catch himself by holding onto your shoulders.

You shrugged off his hands instantly and slowly turned to face him.

“What the fuck was that, Joe?”

“What was what?”, he questioned, confusion evident on his face.

“Your answers!”, you replied, letting out a frustrated sigh. “They were all wrong!”

“Untrue, I got one right— Ow!”

You slapped his shoulder, hard.

“Christ, babe. No need for violence.”, he pouted, rubbing his shoulder excessively. You were still standing at the foot of the stairs as people passed you to the left and right.

“We’ve talked about most of those things before. I can’t believe you got them all wrong. It’s like you don’t even know me!”, you explained, voicing your frustration. “It was really fucking embarrassing.”

“Oh baby.”, Joe cooed, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing you against his broad chest. “It’s just a stupid game. I was obviously not taking it seriously and I’m rather squiffed, which, I know isn’t an excuse, but I know you don’t put smarties on your yogurt.”

With your face squished against his pecs, you let out a soft snort.

“That’s the answer you’re going to rectify? There were other answers that were way worse. Also, I don’t know if you noticed but I took the game seriously.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”, he apologised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Come on, let’s get going, our train’s due in a couple of minutes.”

With his arm around your shoulders, Joe led you away from the stairs towards the platform.

Just as you rounded the corner, your train was approaching with as much ruckus as it could cause. That’s just the Northern Line, always noisy.

“…still.”, you stated over the noise with a pout which made Joe hum out a short “hmm?“ and looked down at you.

He let out an exaggerated gasp when he saw your face, lowered his lips to your ear and spoke in a low growl: “When we’re home, I’m gonna show you how well I know you. I promise.”

---

As soon as you both had kicked off your shoes, and the door to your flat had fallen shut behind you, Joe pressed you against the wall, peppering your neck and mostly the spot beneath your ear with needy kisses. Each nip on your skin elicited a soft moan from you which he reciprocated with a groan of his own.

“Fuck!”, he groaned against your skin. “I need you. Right now!”

“Then take me.”, you teased him, breathing hard.

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Joe hoisted you up and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. As quickly as he could, he carried you over to your bedroom and kicked the door open, throwing you onto the bed. The springs in your mattress creaked almost comically which made you giggle softly.

Pushing yourself up on your shoulders, you looked up at Joe who was staring down at you hungrily. His eyes were glossed over with want, and you could see that he was undressing you mentally by the way they were roaming your body.

You gave him a nod, accompanied by a sly smirk which was enough to make him move towards you.

You quickly unbuttoned your trousers and pushed them down your legs whilst Joe removed his polo shirt which he ungracefully threw behind him on the floor. Joe noticed that your trousers were stuck at your ankles and moved to pry them off with skilful hands. He then glided his hands up along your legs to your hips and pinched you there which made you yelp in return. Moving his hands up further, he pushed your top up over your stomach and pressed nibbling kisses along it. Leaning back, he motioned for you to hold up your arms so he could remove the garment from your body completely.

You were now dressed only in your underwear whilst he was still wearing his ill-fitting blue jeans.

“Do you need help with them?”, you questioned him fervently nodding at his jeans. He responded by sucking his lower lip into his mouth and a curt nod. You grinned wickedly and shook your head before you got up on your knees and swiftly undid the button, yanking down the jeans over his hips and bum.

The evidence of how much he wanted you was clearly visible and restrained inside his boxer briefs which made you bite your lower lip in anticipation.

Bending forward a bit, you pushed the jeans further down his thighs and over his knees until you came face to face with his hard-on. You cackled again and Joe wiggled out of his denims, deliberately pushing his groin into your cheek.

He grinned down at you and the predicament you found yourself in.

“Nu-uh. Not so fast.”, you chuckled, leaning back on your haunches again. “I’ll get to that later…eventually.”

With a widened grin, all Joe did, was raise an eyebrow at you. You both knew that you would definitely rather than eventually get to that later.

Joe then beckoned you to lay down on your back which you immediately did. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he began moving forward, slowly crawling towards you.

He was hovering above you, both hands on your hips with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your knickers.

“May I?”

“If you must.”

Rolling his eyes at your bratty answer and with a couple of yanks, he managed to get them off you.

“Those are always so hard to get off.”, he complained, dropping your knickers to the floor next to the bed. “Next time I’m just gonna rip them apart.”

“Don’t you dare, Joseph Quinn.”, you threatened with a glare.

“I won’t. Don’t worry.”, he chuckled, moving his head slowly towards yours to give you a soft peck on your lips. “Your bra on the other hand.”

“JOE!”

“I’m kidding. Please sit up.”

You pushed yourself up, wrapping your arms around Joe’s torso whilst he moved his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. Unwrapping your arms from around him, you shrugged off your bra which fell into your lap. Joe picked it up and haphazardly threw it onto the floor where it joined the rest of your clothes.

Joe wrapped one arm around you and lay you down on your back again. He eased his arm from around you and moved to sit on his haunches with his legs tucked beneath them, taking in your body in all your naked glory.

“You’re naked.”, he stated the obvious. It was now his turn to bite his lower lip.

“And you’re still in your pants.”, you responded with a smirk, getting ready to sit up again to help him remove his last item of clothing.

Tutting he pushed you back down again.

“I will get rid of them soon but first let me show you how well I know you. I promised, I would.”

Moving forward again, he placed his face in the crook of your neck and started pressing another round of kisses to it, this time the light nibbles turned into more forceful bites. He was kissing from behind your ear down to your shoulder where he sucked the skin into his mouth before trailing his lips to your clavicle where he bit down hard, surely leaving a bruise.

When he moved his lips to your right breast, he closed his mouth around your nipple and sucked hard, coaxing yet another moan from the depth of your throat. Letting go of your nipple with a pop, he kissed it once more before moving to the other one, giving it the exact same treatment.

In the meantime, one of Joe’s hands, which he had previously placed on your knee was currently wandering up your thigh between your legs where its fingers clearly felt how much you needed him whilst his other hand was holding yours in a firm grasp.

Joe removed his hand from between your legs and rubbed his fingers together. They were totally wet with your slick which made him grin against your left boob. Giving it one last open-mouthed kiss, he moved his mouth to your belly and dragged his tongue and teeth down the length of it, over your abdomen and your mound before eventually clamping it over your core.

He sucked and lapped at your lower lips and never neglecting your bundle of sensitive nerves as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

Your free hand came to rest on the crown of his head, grabbing a handful of his luscious curls in an iron grip.

“Joe…”, you whimpered, releasing the air from your lungs in shallow breaths. “Fingers. NOW!”

Joe nodded against your labia, his nose slowly dragging over it and swiftly inserted two whole fingers into your pussy which made you gasp out in pleasure. Slowly, he started to move his fingers with his mouth still hard at work.

With each pump of his fingers, you not so gently pulled at his hair, coaxing groans from his throat which made you clench your thighs around his head, holding him in position.

In no time, he had you on the brink of an orgasm and when the knot, that had formed inside your belly came loose, you let out a screaming moan.

He was guiding you through your orgasm and lapped up your juices when you finally came down from it. Trembling, you let go of his hair and pushed him from between your legs by his forehead, panting hard and covering your face with your now free hand. Looking at Joe from between your fingers, he chuckled at your actions and sat up again, licking his fingers clean, which turned your already flushed face a shade darker.

You closed your eyes, trying to get your breathing back to normal when you heard Joe letting out a small groan. Peeking through your fingers again, you saw him adjust himself inside his briefs with his very wet free hand.

Letting go of his other hand, which you almost squished to death during your orgasm, you eventually found the strength to push yourself up on your knees again. Now it was your turn to get him out of his fabric prison. Slowly you put your hands on the hem of his pants and pushed them down, letting his rock-hard cock spring free. You pushed them down even further to his thighs, which you tapped with your fingers to make him stand on his knees. When you couldn’t get them down his calves he grunted and yanked them off his legs himself.

As soon as his underwear was on the floor, you placed an eager kiss to his soft yet defined belly, before moving your lips to the tip of his penis, placing an equally eager one there before very gently grazing your teeth across it. He let out a shuddering breath that sounded like a “fuck”, which encouraged you to place your hand on his shaft and slowly pumping up and down whilst you took more of him into your mouth, bobbing your head in the same motion as your hand.

One of his hands moved to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to hold onto you. Your ministrations to his dick elicited the most delicious moans from him. You loved making him moan like that. It’s like a reward and to return this reward you started to use your tongue which in turn made him moan even harder.

After a couple of minutes, he suddenly tugged on your hair a little too harsh which educed a small whimper from you. You let go of his dick with a filthy slurp and smiled up at him.

“I gotta…”, he panted, slowly pushing you on your arse.”…be inside you.”

Giggling, you let yourself fall back again, spreading your legs for him. He quickly positioned himself between them and pushed inside you with one swift move. You let out the longest and most obscene moan he had ever had the pleasure of getting out of you.

“That’s right.”, he smirked, leaning forward to capture your lips in a ravenous kiss.

“…don’t move yet.”, you whispered against his lips, slightly wiggling your bum and trying to adjust to him being inside of you. After a couple of heartbeats, you nodded at him, and he started to move in a hard but steady rhythm. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him atop of you, dragging your fingernails across his back, leaving behind trails of reddened skin.

In response, one of Joe’s hands was placed on your hip, holding it in a vicelike grip which would leave fingerprint-like bruises behind, trying to steady you. With the other one, he was quick to use his skilful fingers yet again and had you on the verge of your second orgasm in no time. As his thumb was rubbing at your clit, your thighs started to spasm and your moans got even louder.

“Joe! Baby! I’m about to…”, you yelled, coming before you got the chance to finish your sentence. Your orgasm quickly triggered his and he was not far behind. With short grunts, you felt him come inside before, completely out of breath, he collapsed on top you, fully closing the small distance that was left before.

“Fuck.”, you panted, tightening your arms around him and placing soft kisses to his forehead.

“Yeah…fuck.”, he chuckled, kissing the skin of your sternum where he had decided to rest his head.

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Wrapped in your duvet and basking in the afterglow, Joe was placing delicate kisses along your arm and the back of your hand.

“Honey.”

“Huh?”, you questioned him. You were confused. He never called you honey. Darling sometimes. Usually, babe or baby. But never honey.

“Your favourite yogurt topping. It’s honey, specifically the dark blossom honey.”, he explained, placing a soft kiss to the heel of your hand, moving up to place another kiss to your thumb’s fingertip. “…and your ability to say “no” is what I’d like to have for myself. Because it would do me good to say no at least once…”, a kiss to the fingertip of your index finger, “…you are an early riser whilst I wouldn’t even hear the EAS alarm…”, a kiss to your middle finger’s tip, “…your childhood pet was a bunny named Scamper…”, a soft peck to your ring finger, “…your favourite film is Forrest Gump and it always makes you cry like a baby…”, and finally, a lingering kiss to your pinky,”…and your hidden talent is that you somehow manage to find a correlation between every fucking thing. It’s insane and I love it.”

He was correctly answering some of the questions from earlier, even with additional information. Of course, he knows you. Having doubted him made you feel really shitty now.

“…baby.”, you cooed at him, sitting up and taking his hand in yours. You kissed the back of his hand and eventually leaned in to place your mouth against his, kissing him hard. He instantly deepened it, moving his hand to your neck and pulled you in closer.

Out of breath, you pulled back a little, rubbing your nose against his. “I love you. I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“And I love you.”, he replied, capturing your lips in another kiss. “Ahhh, it’s nothing…see, I told you I know you…I just needed a little physical reminder, is all.”

“Fuck off, Joe.”, you giggled, letting go of his hand and pushing him away from you immediately, smacking his arm playfully. “I’ll give you a different physical reminder if you don’t stop that.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you try.”, he challenged, and you chortled, smacking the spot once more.

“Ow! Okay. I’ll stop.”, he surrendered, holding up his hands in defence with a huge smirk on his lips.

“Good.”

“Good. I love you.”, he ensured you once more.

“And I love you.”

THE END

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Chapter 2 - Always

Adam x Eve Story (Hazbin Hotel)

A/N: It took me a while to write this since it's finals and I've been trying to lock in. I've had little motivation to physically write something rather than just idea toss thanks to school killing the artist in me and overall just being a little overworked and overstressed with life. I will be uploading this to AO3 and Wattpad in due time I'm just terrified I will get hit with the fanfic writer tragedy phenomena

Stirring awake, Eve was very persistent in trying to wake the first man, Adam’s irritation came out as a tired groan as he turned away from her. At first, she was gentle, lightly pushing at his side to try and wake him, but unfortunately, the first man seemed to be a heavy sleeper. So she tried to shove him with just a bit more force, but when that also didn’t work it slowly spiraled into the woman just violently shaking him by his shoulders while calling out his name over and over again. 

Putting his hand over his face, his voice set deeper in his chest than usual when he spoke, his annoyance evident in his words,  “Eve- it’s still dark outside, why are you even up?”

“We have to hurry or we’ll miss it-!!” Eve moved from her kneeling position, standing amongst the soft grass they were sleeping by at the man who was still laid out on the floor. He was faced away from her, which only made her snatch his arm and try to drag him herself, but she barely moved him since Adam was almost comically larger than her. Pulling too hard she huffs and plops back on the ground next to him.

Adam’s eyes opened, he couldn’t help but let out a snort when he saw how she was pouting next to him, he knew trying to fall back asleep would be useless, pushing himself to sit up he gave her a look, silently asking her to explain herself.

“The sun is about to wake up!” She was quick to hold onto either side of his face, bringing him close to hers so he had no choice but to stare directly into her eyes as she began to speak of pure nonsense, “We have to go find it now!!!”

He was just lost as he thought about what she said, staring into her eyes with disbelief. With his face held somewhat tightly in her hands, his words were slightly muffled, “You mean the sun is going to rise?”

She nodded vigorously, letting his face go all he could do was sigh in annoyance, before forcing himself to stand. He had known Eve for a short period, but she’d already proven that it was hard to say no to her. And even harder to stay mad at her. Reaching his hand out to help her up, Eve let out a squeal of excitement as she took his hand. 

Quickly rushing him to follow her, she dragged him to the tree line. Passing by many different animals, where the dirt under his feet slowly transitioned into the sand, she brought him closer to the waters from the previous days. Beginning to slow down, she hadn’t let go of his hand, eagerly bringing him closer to the edge of the water.

Sitting down on the ground with her, he took another look around at the familiar landscape, it was the same lake he had brought her to just days before. It was hard to recognize the path, as the night sky was cloaking all familiar landmarks that would have made him realize where the woman was bringing him. But now the sky had switched from inky skies to a dark azure, his gaze suddenly being lost at the line where the waters met the sky.

Ever since Eve was made, there were rare moments when either of them was away from the other. They played for hours, exploring the gardens and vast amounts of land together, the feeling of solitude slowly becoming foreign to him. Two souls playing in a world created truly just for them. But doubts still existed in the cracks of Adam’s mind. But he couldn’t help but wonder why she was so much different than the other woman, he almost forgot about her, Lilith. 

Independent, stubborn, and ran away with another being, Adam almost felt bad about how he called into question Eve’s actions at times. He wasn’t good with words, he wouldn’t know how to ask, it seemed every time he did try to speak about how he felt he always stubbled on his words. Choking out something brash and coming off harsher than he ever meant to be, it was shameful truly. The poison from his previous companion made him skeptical of Eve, even if it was unfair of him to compare his mind sometimes wandering back to the lonely man he was before heaven made him someone new to spend his time with.

So caught up in his thoughts, that he hardly noticed how the sky was lighting up, only realizing it when the sun began to peak enough to highlight the woman beside him. Turned to face her, her rich dark skin slowly being highlighted into a soft pink, the sky turning a symphony of shades. Violets, golds, and only for this moment, a rosy hue dominated the clouds- the same color that melted his doubts, and for the first time he didn’t have to think about his words to say something kind,

“Right now, the heavens look like your eyes…”

Eve brought her gaze to him, her face feeling as if it were warming up at the comment, the corners of her lips softly tugging upwards as his words began to settle. She did have the most radiant smile, tilting her head up at Adam as she spoke,

“Maybe only for this moment, you always hold heavens in your eyes, Adam.”

Adam’s face slowly turned red, looking down at their hands, his onto of hers, his grip became more firm as he smiled down at them. Eve watched him with nothing but admiration in her eyes, moving closer to him, she moved his hand into her lap, incasing his larger hands in her own, treating his hand as if it were made of glass. She leaned her side against him as she too took a moment to gaze at their jointed hands before she moved so her cheek was leaning against his arm. 

Their eyes met again, and Adam could feel as if something was trying to escape his chest, it was a fluttering feeling that left him with a warm feeling. He never knew a smile like hers could exist, that someone could look at him like he was the most wonderful thing he was the most wonderful thing to grace this world. 

Turning back to the sunrise, its light gleaming against the clear waters, they were met with two creatures that were not originally there. Two swans, craned their necks as they nuzzled their heads against one another. Floating in the water, they spun slowly and danced with one another, two creatures made to fly settled just for a moment to enjoy the warmth of one another. The two humans just watched with curiosity,

“Such curious little creatures…do you ever wonder if we would be able to fly together like those two?” Eve spoke, not looking at Adam but clearly, she was speaking of him. Who else would she want to fly with other than him?

Adam laughed a little, watching as the birds continued to move in sync with one another as the sun continued to rise behind them, “Wouldn’t we need wings for that though?”

“Then we shall grow them!” Eve turned to gaze up at him, a soft breeze brushing through his brown locks softly, she could not help but wonder what his hair would look like if the winds combed through them if they glided in the air, “Why should we not learn to soar through the skies together?”

“That’s quite the lofty dream of yours.” Though he couldn’t help but feel immense joy to know if there was anyone she wanted to fly with the most, it would be him.

“Perhaps it is.” For a moment he believed she would leave it at that, but he should have known better. Letting go of his hand, her warmth left his side, as she moved to stand in front of him, something new shining brightly in her eyes as she looked down at him with determination in her smile.

Adam looked at her with wide eyes, watching as she reached a hand out to him, excitement lacing her features as she wished for him to take her hand once more, “How about we start off small then? Let us learn to dance before we take off into flight.”

Adam couldn’t help but laugh a little, but took her hand anyway, “You’re stupid…”

And yet he let her lead him into the waters, they allowed their legs to slowly be engulfed by the lake, it reaching their knees before the two could go any deeper. Facing each other, they did not know what to do other than get lost in another for a moment. Eve was the first to turn away, looking to the swans that continued to dance farther away from them, turning back to Adam she held her hand up flatly. Starting at her hand, if she pushed it forward she would be laying her palm against his chest, but she waited. Putting his hand up, he slowly brought his hand against hers.

It was only now did he noticed how much smaller her hand seemed to be, how the palms of her hands seemed shades lighter than her deeply colored skin, and he watched as her hand slowly slid up against his- and her fingers intertwining in between his own. And for a moment, he just watched before he began to relax his fingers with hers as well, their hands perfectly crafted to fit with one another. 

Bringing up her other hand, she placed it airly against his chest, the feeling of his heartbeat softly under her fingers, he brought his free hand to gently hold her waist. The action pulled them closer together, Eve did not hesitate to place her head down against his chest, shutting her eyes softly.

They began to move, waltzing slowly in the water, with the sun rising behind their figures, in this moment everything was even more than perfect, it was just meant to be. And of all the sights in this garden, he only looked at her. The first step to heaven was to learn to dance with one another.

No one would ever claim Adam to be an observant man, he wasn’t stupid but he didn’t notice the little things. And yet, he noticed how her lashes fluttered ever so slightly against the faint breeze, the way when they danced the light shifted against her hair, and how her heartbeat seemed to be so much steadier than his own. 

It was all just perfect- until a strange sound pierced through the air.

Eve’s eyes opened in surprise, lifting her head she stayed in place as he still held onto her, and then the dancing stopped. Slowly, the two humans turned to the source, and a small ball of yellow floated close to them, the sound of another quack coming from the duckling as it looked up at the two. 

The man watched slightly irked at the small bird that interrupted such a beautiful moment, Eve’s eyes widened in curiosity, as she tilted her head at the creature. It dived its small head into the water for a moment, before coming back up to the surface as it attempted to clean itself, the rustling of its feathers as it shook itself dry causing water to splash onto the first man-

“Why you little-” Adam huffed, moved his leg he kicked at the water, creating a small splash at the small duck, that seemed to almost squeal at the small attack. The duckling was fine, it was just slightly pushed back by the miniature wave made by the man.

There was a dramatic gasp from beside Adam, Eve with her jaw slightly dropped as she looked at the way the first man was so quick to push away the small defenseless bird, she pulled away from him and went to the small duckling that seemed to swim its little legs desperately to the woman. Her hips were now deep into the water as she bent down to cup her hands underneath the creature, holding them up to her face. She looked sad momentarily before she turned to the first man with a pout.

“How dare that big awful man try to attack you like this-” The duck made a sad honk noise in response, and that’s when a mischievous look came over her features- a look Adam grew familiar with, despite what always came after she gave him this look he grew to slowly adore it. “How about you say we get back at him?”

“Wait what-”

A slash of water was quickly shot his way, some even getting on his face, he was quick to try and wipe it off with a huff. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyebrows were furrowed in frustration but the smirk on his face made his intentions clear. Adam was not about to just let her get away with her attack.

Putting his hands together, he pushed a wave of water over to the woman as she let out a high-pitched squeal, holding the small duck above her head as she was practically slapped across the face with water. Her face now dripping wet, her eyes were shut and her cheeks puffed out, she comically blinked her eyes quickly open before she spat out the water that found its way into her mouth. Adam couldn’t help but laugh loudly at how strange she looked in that moment, and she laughed softly along with him, placing the duck on top of her head, the creature happily nuzzled into its spot.

“Oh it is so on-”

And they played for what seemed like forever, what was once a beautiful scene of two learning to sway together, devolved into a splash fight. Adam was good at creating big waves to try and knock down the woman who kept making a fist in the water to shoot water directly at his face between her palm and fingers, and the duck quaking from atop Eve’s head. 

“Adam! You keep getting water in my hair- careful of the duck!!”

“That’s what that stupid bird gets-”

“Be nice to him he’s just a little guy!”

Through their bickering, they couldn’t help but laugh, any threat or insult was empty as the two splashed about. Eventually, they grew out of breath, the two began to snicker as they pulled themselves out of the water, Adam watching as his companion lagged behind. Turning around he watched her bend down closer to the surface of the lake surface, the small tuff of yellow that she was protecting the whole time left her hands as she gently let it down. It seemed to say its goodbyes to her as Eve giggled and gave a small wave to the duck, letting it swim away as she turned back to Adam.

“Your hair looks so strange, it’s much more flattened all wet.” He couldn’t help but tease, but he did like how her hair seemed to shine more when it was soaked. 

Her normally beautiful big curls muted to waves at how much water was being held in them. Eve huffed in minor annoyance, grabbing onto her long hair, she began to ring out the water, Adam walked closer to help her pull her long hair out of the water, “Maybe you should cut it?”

“No! I love how long and pretty my hair is!” He liked how long her hair was as well, it added an ethereal air to her, but he also was logical enough to call out how impractical it was to constantly be waving around by her calves. Sitting back on the sand, her feet still partly in the water in front of her, she sighed at how heavy her head felt with her hair still mostly soaked, “But…you may be right, it might get in the way…”

Eve seemed to go deep into thought as she continued to try and dry her hair, with Adam beginning to sit beside her, helping her dry her hair. As he watched the water drip and fall from her hair, his face began to lighten up as he curiously began to play with her locks that began to curl once more, “I think, I have an idea on how to fix your problem-”

The man began to move to sit behind her as to sitting beside her before, when she began to turn over her shoulder, Adam huffed and lightly put his hand at the top of her head, turning her so she had to face forward.

“Just keep staring at the water, or else this might not look the way I imagine…”

Eve silently obliged, Adam behind her started at the crown of her head and began to cross sections of her hair over themselves, he would swear under his breath at first trying to find a way to get it right while the lady whose hair he was trying to do was attempting to stifle her giggling with little to no luck. 

But eventually, he got into the groove, so focused he almost didn’t notice the soft humming coming from Eve in front of him, his frustrated muttering ceased. His motions became more fluid, his shoulders less tense, just continuing to brush his hands gently through her hair, at some points even just twirling small sections in between her fingers. There was no purpose to the last thing, he just enjoyed it and his attentiveness to her hair seemed to make the woman relax.

Once he was almost at the very end of her hair, he twirled the ends of it into a loop, tying her hair onto itself, for a moment he observed his work, but not before Eve had stopped her melody to face him.

“Is my hair ready yet?”

Eve had turned around, curiously tilting her head at Adam, and his face heated up. With her hair more out of the way, he got to look at her face more, the angels truly took their time making her. Her features were so delicate and gentle, that each small mark on her skin looked meticulously placed for him to admire. And her eyes, seemed to glow softly even when she faced away from the sun, the slightest hint of blue in her iris as her eyes caught the color of his own. 

“How about you see for yourself?” Adam gestured to the lake, letting the woman take a look at herself in the water. Gasping, he did not fail to notice the was her eyes somehow lightened up even more at the sight of her reflection, a beautiful smile stretched wildly across her face as she looked at him with so much admiration.

“It looks amazing!” Eve said, in disbelief before standing at her feet. Taking a moment to do a small spin and feeling the way it felt much more manageable to move around, it was not as if it was unmanageable before, but with how much she and Adam ran around, her hair tended to act somewhat wildly. So this elegant new hairdo helped immensely, she would have to ask him to teach her how to make it so she could begin doing it for herself.

Adam felt his chest swell with pride, a cocky smirk spreading on his face. He stood tall again, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke proudly, “Uh duh, I am THE man after all…I call this, a braid.”

“I…I love it.” Eve moved her braid over her shoulder, it was thick thanks to how long her hair was, admiring it she looked back at herself in the water for a moment with a fond smile, “You made me look beautiful…”

“You were always this beautiful.” Adam could not hold back that comment, quick to argue against even at the slightest hint of an insult or disservice to her beauty.

Eve couldn’t help but laugh a bit, embarrassed but also happy by the way he sounded so assured in what he said, “I am always beautiful?”

“Always, Eve.”

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: near death experiences. all of this occurs around the christmas episode of season two

↳ song: telephone—lady gaga

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• You had known Rose for a few years before the Doctor officially came into play, having met at school

• At first, Rose was the only one to get involved with the unearthly man, content to leave you at home while she explored the stars. Which was fine by you—the Doctor didn't seem to have much interest in you anyways. And you loved earth too much just to up it and leave. There was ice cream after all

• That was, until, he came crashing back down to earth in his damned telephone box on Christmas eve, successfully crashing into your car that was parked outside of Jackie's house for the day

• You weren't even given a second to get upset at the crushed glass and blaring car alarm before a completely new face stumbled out of the box, babbling something with a smile on his lips

• "Well hello there again!" The stranger said your name with a familiar lit to it, stumbling forward in a robe and looking awfully like that hobo that liked to hang out by your apartment

• "Sorry, have we met?" Was the only thing you were capable of saying, way too focused on the abnormality before you to see Rose slip out of the telephone box not far behind him

• "It's me! The Doctor!" He wobbled towards you with a laugh, slinging an arm around your shoulder. "And I came here to say something. What was it again?"

• Your eyes widened in surprise as he got way to close to your face, brows furrowed with deep concentration and eyelids drooping tiredly

• "Ah! That's right! Merry Christmas!" The Doctor slurred with a smile before promptly collasping in your arms

• It was then that you noticed Rose standing off on the sidelines watching you struggle to keep ahold of the brunette in your arms

• "Hey Rosie. Uhm, two things mate. Great to see you again, but also what the fuck?" You managed to say

• From there on, the rest couple of days was successful in leaving you a confused mess

• You almost got killed by a group of trombone weilding Santa's, then a spinning Christmas tree that tore up Jackie's house, and some aliens fellas that looked like the textbook grade picture of the human muscle system you'd studied in uni

• And that was just the highlights—you didn't even want to talk about watching a hand regenerate right in front of your very eyes

• It was only after in the midst of a makeshift Christmas party at Jackie's house with everyone did you get a second to ask questions over helpings of food

• "Seriously. You mean to tell me that he—" You pointed to the lanky, nerdy looking guy across the table from you who flashed a winning smile, "—is the Doctor? The one that you went with, but now with a new face?"

• "Yep." Rose quirked a little smile at you, her eyes letting you know she was just as turned around by this as you

• "The one with the super screwdriver?"

• "Sonic screwdriver actually!" The Doctor interrupted you with a crooked smile, patting his coat pocket proudly. You blinked

• "Uh huh. And this isn't confusing anyone else?"

• "I've learned not to question him." Rose huffed playfully, knocking her elbow into the Doctors side

• "You know—" The Doctor said your name slowly, drawing it out happily, "—if you wanted to learn more about the endless universe, you could always come with us! Rose tells me you get lonely sometimes, and to be honest I think sometimes it would be nice to have a third party to watch our back. Besides TARDIS, of course."

• It was a generous offer. One you weren't even sure you had heard correctly at first. But after a few hours of careful consideration, you ended up relenting

• "Just to be clear, I will most likely end up dying." You deadpanned, talking to the Dcotor while Rosie watched

• "Yup!" He smiled

• "In horrible and painful ways?" You raised an eyebrow carefuly

• "Right-o!"

• "But there's ice cream in the TARDIS somewhere, correct?"

• "I'm positive about it." The Doctor beamed, hands playing with the bushel of grapes he had found in the pockets of the robe he was donning

• "Alright then." You sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. "I suppose I'll come with you lot then."

• The bear hug you revieved from Rose and the Doctor was crushing, and you couldn't help but gasp for air as the two of them cheered heartily

• "I guess that means I'm in." You wheezed lowly, wiggling in both of their grips

• "That you are! Quick Doctor, we've got to show them around TARDIS!"

• "Away we go then!"

[chvoswxtch]

OMG HII HAPPY 2K, LOVE!!!!

Thank you for writing and sharing it with the world, FOR FREE ‼️💖💕💞

Truly a blessing if u ask me and know you're appreciated by me (a big whore) and other people alike 😋

I'd like to order an old fashioned with Frank Castle, please!

So here goes my silly thot:

hunter/butcher!Frank au (anything to do with selling meat)

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"I didn't come here for meat. I came for your meat."

AHHH MY LOVE!!! THANK YOU!!! 💖

i'm not gonna lie to you, reading this one turned me rabid. if i may be an absolute whore add some spice to this old fashioned-

this old fashioned is garnished with jalepeño (minors dni)

thots below the cut

frank castle's meat

let's set the stage, shall we? we're talking long haired, bearded frankie (think punisher season 1)

he's the local butcher in town, and all his meats come from his own hunting kills

now frankie has a shop most of his customers come to so they can get their meats, but because you typically work while his shop is open, he allows you to come by his cabin to pick up your orders

his secluded cabin in the middle of the woods (you know where this is going)

now you know for a fact he doesn't allow anyone else to do this, and you use that knowledge that he's sweet on you to your full advantage

maybe your dresses and shorts get a little shorter with every visit, or your shirts get just a little more low cut, but frankie doesn't seem to mind and you notice his flannels and henleys are far more unbuttoned around you than they are when he's in town

being the gentleman he is, he loads everything into your car for you

"can't have you gettin' your pretty hands all dirty."

sometimes he lingers for a moment, leaning up against your car as he asks you about your day or how work is going, and you ask him questions in return. if he's busy and doesn't have time for small talk, he'll throw a little extra something in for you, but he never invites you inside

he's not the chattiest person, and he's always polite and professional when he's talking to you, but that doesn't mean you don't catch the way his eyes wander when he thinks you're not watching him

you keep your flirting playful and light, just in case you're reading him wrong and he really is just that nice, but eventually you grow frustrated and decide if he's not going to make a move, then you will

so you put on your prettiest dress and the sexiest pair of panties you own and drive to frankie's one friday night, and that mountain of a man is on his porch before you can even shut your engine off bc he saw the headlights

and while there's clear confusion on his face when he sees you, the second you get out of your car and he sees what you’re wearing, that confusion quickly melts into something else

"hey sweetheart. I uh...missin' somethin'? didn't think you had an order to pick up tonight."

and the clear lust shinning in his eyes underneath the glow of the moonlight fills you to the brim with that last ounce of confidence you needed to finally get what you want

you swear you see him swallow thickly when you approach him slowly with a sultry smile on your lips and a shake of your head

"I didn't come here for meat, Frankie. I came for your meat."

again, being the gentleman he is, frankie just stares at you with wide eyes, refusing to make a move until he's sure he knows exactly what you're asking for and stumbling over his words

"I uh...don't think I...I know what you're askin' for here, sweetheart."

"I think you do, Frankie. I think you want something from me, too. What do you say we work out a trade?"

if you weren't so turned on you would find it comical that you rendered the giant broody man everyone in town was intimidated by so nervous that he couldn't speak, but you were turned on and impatient so you take frankie's hands and guide them to your hips until he gets the hint

and that is all the confirmation he needs to pounce and then there is not an inch of your skin his hands aren't exploring

he's wanted you for so long that he can't even make it to the bedroom. he spreads you out right over his dining table and drops to his knees to get a taste of you before he's fucking you so hard over it that the table ends up halfway across the living room by the time he's done with you

needless to say, you're his favorite customer

[spine-buster]

just friends, pt. 2

aka, another time it could have happened again

gif credit @/besthimbomachine

Length: 3704 words Summary: It's New Year's Eve. Tyson and Hazel's favourite holiday is New Year's Eve. A beautiful dress doesn't quite help any New Year's resolutions. A/N: This series is slowly taking over my mind. This is some more blue balls for you all before we finally get to a sequel.

31 December 2019

Hazel took time to get ready for AEW’s New Year’s Eve party; she took time shaving and exfoliating in the shower, lathering herself in lotion, curling her hair, applying her makeup, slipping into her dress.  She took time looking at herself in the mirror, happy with how she looked.  It took a while to get here, literally and figuratively, but judging by the colour of her dress and the slit that reached up her thigh, she was, firmly, here.  Happy.

The party was to be held in TIAA Bank Arena for the entire roster, and while she knew she wasn’t running late, she knew Tyson would be. 

Can you hurry your ass up?

Perfection takes time, hunny

You are the worst person alive

Hazel snorted to herself at Tyson’s text, if only because she could picture so perfectly him saying it in person, too – if he were ever on time.  Regardless, she waited out in the hotel lobby, scrolling through her phone.  She saw some personal stories posted from some other friends already at TIAA Bank Arena, seeing all the decorations, the bar set up, and the hors d’oeuvres already being served.  She was starving.  If Tyson made her miss the hors d’oeuvres, she was going to kill him.

Her instincts told her to look up, and when she did, she saw Tyson walking towards her wearing a nice button up shirt and a pair of pressed slacks that fit him perfectly.  He looked good, but to Hazel, he always did, even though she couldn’t say it out loud.  She thanked the Lord it looked like he scrubbed all the spray tan off too, and trimmed his beard so it wasn’t too scraggly.  Sometimes she thought it looked so, and she made sure to tell him.  ‘It looks better when it’s shorter, Ty,’ she’d tell him, and usually within twelve hours it would be at a length she loved.  It was kind of like when he told her how he liked her long hair, how he didn’t want her to cut it again after she had chopped most of it off into a long bob a few years ago now.  Hazel went for regular trims so her hair was healthy and grew it out to a length that cascaded down her back.

Okay, so maybe they did say it out loud from time to time.

“Did you order the Uber?” she asked when he was close, but he didn’t answer.  She waited patiently for a response, but didn’t get one.  Tyson didn’t respond because his eyes were travelling from her face down her body, the dress accentuating every beautiful curve and line.  “Kenneth!”

He snapped out of it.  “What?!”

“You’re going to make me miss the hors d’oeuvres,” she said.

“No I’m not,” he said.  “The Uber’s two minutes away.  Let’s go wait outside.”

He walked behind her, watching her ass in the dress.  He had to think of the smell of his hockey team’s locker room from 20 years ago to prevent himself from getting a fucking erection in the lobby of a hotel.  He wanted to punch himself for thinking what he was; for thinking about what he wanted to do to her in that dress.  The things he could get away with.  The things she’d let him get away with.

If it was the right time.

“You look great by the way,” he said nonchalantly, barely making eye contact with her as they stood outside waiting for the Uber to pull up to the door.

“Yeah, thanks,” Hazel was almost bashful, running her hands down the fabric that covered the front of her thighs.  “You don’t—you don’t think it’s too m—”

“Nah, no way,” he cut her off, shaking his head vehemently.  “Everything…you just, you look incredible, Haze.”

“Thanks, Ty.  I mean it.”

He looked at her finally, a small smile on his face.  “If any of the guys hit on you tonight, you’ll know why.”

Before Hazel could say that none of the guys would hit on her as long as he was around (except for Austin, probably, and even then it would be as a joke), and before she could blurt out something stupid like “I wish you’d be the one to hit on me,’, their Uber rolled up in front of them.  She climbed into the back, trying to get her dress not to bunch up too much.  Tyson hopped in after her, staying behind the passenger seat.  “TIAA Bank Arena, please,” Tyson said to the driver before looking out the window to distract himself.

***

At the party, Tyson didn’t appreciate how he and Hazel were separated.  She had been whisked away early on and he watched her order gin and tonic with lime from the bar.  He hung out with some of the guys but the eye he kept on her in the dress was near constant.  New Year’s was his favourite holiday and he wanted to spoil himself by staring at her – sue him. He wanted to spoil himself in more ways, but he knew he couldn’t.  It was getting harder the more he saw her smile, the more he saw her laugh, the more he saw her cheeks flush red and her smile get wider as the night passed, taking pictures and laughing at jokes and singing along with the music.

For what it was worth, Hazel noticed.  She noticed Tyson’s eyes on her almost the entire night, stuck on her as she giggled and smiled and sipped her drink.  She could tease him all night if she really wanted to, and she knew it.  But instead of doing that – instead of teasing him more than she already was – she decided to whisk herself away to the bathroom, if only to cool herself down and reapply her lipstick. 

As she bent over the vanity to reapply her lipstick in the mirror, the door opened and in walked Tyson.  He stared at her through the mirror, smiling as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.  “Hey,” his voice was soft.

“Hey you.”

“You okay?” Tyson asked quietly.

“Of course,” Hazel nodded.  She picked up her glass filled with ice and a lime.  “This is water.”

“It is?”

“I keep asking the bartender to fill it with just tonic water,” she revealed, smiling.  “You know how I always like to remember New Year’s.”

Tyson couldn’t help but smile at her little scheme, pushing himself away from the door and taking the few steps towards her.  “Yeah.  Of course.  Just like me.”

“We promised, didn’t we?” she maintained direct eye contact with him through the mirror.

“We did,” he said, remembering their conversation and promise in Tokyo all those years ago. His hand went to her waist, without warning. Then it snaked around, his hand resting on her lower belly. Hazel looked at him through the mirror. “Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?” his voice was low.

A smile broke out on her face; one she could barely conceal. “Mhmm,” she nodded her head quickly. She placed her hand over his, intertwining their fingers slightly. “You’re getting real handsy, Ty.”

“Sorry,” he didn’t mean it.

“You don’t have to apologize. You just have to…be careful.”

“Of what?”

“Yourself,” she deadpanned, biting her bottom lip mischievously.  “You’re your own worst enemy sometimes, you know that?”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Smirking at each other through the mirror, Tyson slowly pulled his hand away from her, but didn’t step away from her body.  “Are you having fun?”

“The most fun,” Hazel closed her lipstick, turning around so she was finally facing him and not looking at him through a mirror.  “You know how much I love all these rapscallions.  Are you?”

“Now I am.”

***

When there was about five minutes to go, the waitresses and caterers began pouring the champagne into the flutes.  Hazel watched as each one filled up one by one, everybody gathering together to watch the final minutes.  As the champagne was passed around, Hazel accepted her flute graciously.  Tyson, of course, politely declined. 

“Can I have his?” she asked the waitress, who was more than willing to oblige.

With two champagne flutes in her hands, the final minutes were dwindling.  Tyson stood beside her, watching on, a smile on his face.  The excitement in the air was palpable.  The countdown was always the best part.  And when the last minute of the year hit, he watched as Hazel performed an excited jig. 

Then, thirty seconds left.  They both turned towards the TV again, counting down with the growing number of their friends shouting out the numbers.  Tyson grew more and more emphatic with his screaming of the numbers the closer they got.  Hazel screamed along, careful not to spill her champagne.

Five!...Four!...Three!...Two!...One!...Haaaaaappy New Year!

Hazel screamed along with everyone else, raising her hands with the champagne flutes up in the air for dramatic effect.  Tyson was screaming along with everyone and clapping his hands.  She could see Austin and Britt already sharing a New Year’s kiss, and a few others, too.  She brought the first of the champagne flutes to her lips to drink, to suppress what she really wanted to do.  Hopefully the moment would pass.

When she looked into Tyson’s eyes after downing the second flute, she saw everything she loved about him; everything she was so desperate to have but desperate to keep hidden, to keep locked away in some small compartment within her.  “Happy New Year, Ty.”

His smile was soft, but light, and genuine.  “Happy New Year, Haze.”

***

It was nearing two in the morning by the time Tyson and Hazel decided to call it a night.  There were still plenty of people at the party, and they were still all giggly and smiley, but they wanted to go back to the hotel.  Tyson ordered the taxi as Hazel said goodbye to everyone, kissing everyone’s cheek and hugging them tight.  When they left the venue, Tyson walked behind her again, watching her hips and ass move in her dress. 

The car pulled up in no time.  Hazel crouched into the taxi first, shifting all the way over to the other side.  She could immediately feel how cool the air was in the car, in such contrast to the humidity outside.  As Tyson climbed in after her, her body shivered.  “Hyatt Regency, please,” she said to the driver, watching as Tyson close the door behind him.

As the taxi driver signalled to rejoin the road, Tyson moved so he was in the middle seat, practically in her seat.  Then, his hand went straight to her thigh, where the slit of her dress exposed as much leg as it could.  Her eyebrows rose playfully.  “What d’you think you’re doing?” she asked playfully.

“What?” he asked non-chalant, the smallest of smirks building on his face.  “Not like my hand’s never been there before.  Plus, you shivered.  Body heat is paramount.”

Between training and matches, and between, well…he wasn’t technically wrong.  But he still knew he was pushing it, and Hazel knew he was pushing it too.  While she appreciated the physical touch – she always did with Tyson – she knew it wasn’t the right or the best thing to do.  “Oh Tyson,” she chastised him, leaning back against the window.  “You know what would be even better?” she asked as her hand went to lay on top of his on her thigh, their fingers slightly intertwining.

His hand attempted to go higher, closer to her core, but she stopped him.  “What’s that?” he asked.

“If you gave me a foot massage.”

He pretend gagged and she laughed out, knowing that he hated anything to do with feet.  “Now why the fuck would I do that?”

“Cause you love me,” she said.  “And these heels are awful.”

“They look great.”

“Beautiful but awful.”

“Why don’t you just take them off?”

She rolled her eyes.  Men.  “The first rule of heels is you can’t take them off until it’s the end of the night.  Your feet won’t fit back in them if you do, and it actually becomes more painful to walk in them again.”

Tyson shook his head.  “Beauty is pain, I guess.”

“So I guess I’m not getting a foot massage, huh?” she smiled.

“No chance.”

They chatted and joked for the short ride back to the hotel, wishing the driver a Happy New Year and tipping generously with cash so he didn’t have to claim it.  The second Tyson’s hand left her thigh and his body left her side, she felt the loss.  She hated admitting so.  She buried the feeling again as she stepped out of the car.  But before Hazel could even shut the door, Tyson’s hands were on her again.

Except this time, he lifted her up dramatically into a fireman’s carry.  She yelped loudly, acutely aware that despite her dress still being on and the fabric covering everything it needed to cover, her ass was in the air.  “Tyson!”

“Oh will you stop,” he mimicked Gorilla Monsoon perfectly.  “You said your feet hurt!”  He began walking towards the door and through the foyer.  Hazel could feel her body heat up from embarrassment as she saw the concierge look at them.  What a sight to see at two in the morning.  She was thankful that nobody else was lingering around.  “Better than walking, huh?”

“Can you at least carry me like a normal person so my ass isn’t in the air?”

Carefully, so as to not tear at her dress, they transitioned like they were in the ring in-between wrestling moves, and eventually, Tyson was carrying her bridal style.  She pressed the button for the elevator before looking into his eyes and cradling his face in her hand.  “Hey Tys?”

“Hmm”?

“Thanks for carrying me.”

“I’d do anything for you.  You know that.”

“I know that, but your back is bad.”

“Doesn’t matter.  Your feet hurt.”

Her heart swelled.  Tyson had always been so good to her, and her to him, but she revelled in this sweet moment as much as she could.  It was only when Tyson’s face started to get closer did her heart begin fluttering instead of swelling.  “Ty…” she whispered. 

“You smell delectable,” he mumbled. 

“That’s Jo Malone for you,” she tried to joke, even though she knew it wouldn’t hit.  Tyson’s mind was somewhere else as she dug through her purse for their room key.  She shoved it into the reader, the little light turning green before she opened the door for them.  Tyson carried her into the room without even looking where he was going, the hair on his beard tickling the sensitive skin on her neck.  She couldn’t help but smile and giggle.  “Ty…”

“Let me put you on the bed,” his voice was husky all of a sudden.  He placed her down on the bed but followed her down, his face still in the crook of her neck, his body looming over hers.  “Christ, Hazel…”

Even though she was smiling, and even though almost every inch of her wanted this and could have had so, so much fun with it, she couldn’t.  Trouble – that’s what this was.  They could get into a lot of trouble this way.  “That’s not the best idea, Ty,” Hazel whispered as she felt Tyson’s nose on her décolletage, on her clavicle, on her neck.  She knew his lips were next.

“Why not?”

She giggled.  “You already felt up my thigh in the taxi.  You just want to because you’re hyped from the party.  New Year’s has always been your favourite holiday.”

“Our favourite holiday.”

“Regardless,” she smiled to herself like a Cheshire cat, “you shouldn’t do much more, Ty.  It wouldn’t be right.”

He knew she was right, fuck he knew she was right, but he gritted his teeth and bit his tongue.  ‘Yes it would be right’ he thought.  ‘Anything we do is right.  Anything we’ve ever done has been right.  It’s been right because it’s been with each other.’  He dislodged himself from her neck and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of the hotel room.  “It’s that dress, too,” he said to mask everything he was feeling, in a tone that covered any agony with humour.

Hazel’s smile didn’t leave her face.  “It’s always the dress, huh?”

Tyson stayed silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts.  His arm was up above his head, the back of his hand resting on his forehead.  “Sorry Hazel,” his voice was soft and low.

“You don’t have to apologize.  I just don’t want you doing something you’ll regret later.”

‘But I won’t regret it’ he thought to himself.  “Yeah, yeah,” he nodded slightly.  “Thanks for always looking out for me, Haze.”

“You know I always will.”

Both of them took deep breaths, staring up at the ceiling as they lay in bed.  Tyson couldn’t get the images out of his mind of Hazel at the party posing for photos, laughing, her legs glistening in the light.  Her beautiful smile that took up half her face.  The shine of her hair down her back.   Fuck.

He felt Hazel shift beside him.  When he looked over, she had lifted her knee to her chest, stretching to grab the buckle of her heels.  The material of her dress rode up her thighs, exposing more of her skin.  They came off one by one, with Hazel haphazardly throwing them to the side on the floor.  He watched as she pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back now facing him.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Hey Tys?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you unzip me?”

He shot up, but tried not to look too eager.  He moved so he was directly behind her, watching as she gathered her hair over one shoulder.  He grabbed the small zipper of her dress with his big hands.  He took his sweet ass time pulling it down; Hazel knew he would.  A part of her wanted to tease him so badly, only because she knew she had the power to at the moment.

When he was finished, he didn’t say anything.  Instead, Hazel sensed it and she stood up from the bed, not bothering to look back at him.  He watched her as she walked through the room, watched as she reached her suitcase and promptly dropped her dress to the floor, leaving her in only her underwear in front of him.  He caught glimpses of the curves of her breasts as she threw her hair up in a ponytail and dug through her suitcase to find her pyjamas.  His mind took him back to Tokyo and it was like a magic trick how he could remember the feeling of them in his hands when they made love.

Hazel went into the washroom and closed the door behind her, and Tyson knew it was so she could wash off her makeup.  The memories of the night they’d just had flooded his mind, interspersed with memories of Tokyo.  Her dress.  The first time she wore one of his t-shirts after crashing at his apartment in Shinjuku.  Her being backstage after the G1 Climax.  Her laughing at his dumb joke at the bar.  Her lips around the straw of her drink.  Her hand over his when he grabbed at her thigh inside the taxi.

When Hazel got out of the washroom, clean-faced and with her hair in a bun, she noticed Tyson laying back down on the bed, still in his clothes from the party.  When she moved closer, she realized that instead of using the time she was in the bathroom to change, he hadn’t.  Now, he sleeping in his pants and shirt, an arm draped across his chest.  He looked so peaceful in his slumber Hazel almost didn’t want to disturb him.  But she knew what she had to do.

She crawled onto the bed slowly, making sure not to disturb him, and began to pull his belt out of the loop and unbuckle it.  When she tugged slightly, he moved his arm, and it wasn’t until she unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them did he groggily open his eyes.  “Hazel?” he asked.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

Considering what he had been thinking of before he fell asleep, he wasn’t sure if this was reality or a dream.  The fact that her hands were near his crotch was enough to make him confused.  “What’re you—”

“You can’t sleep in your party clothes, Tys.  Lift your hips for me.”

He did as he was told, and felt Hazel pulling his pants down, all the way down, until he was left in his boxers.  She moved to his shirt and started unbuttoning it for him.  In his mental haze of still not knowing if this was a dream or reality, he bought his hand up and placed it over hers.  She stopped and looked at him.  “I’d do anything for you,” he whispered softly.

A smile spread across her face.  “I’d do anything for you too.  Let me take this off you now, okay?”

Her hands were soft as they glided across his chest and up to his broad shoulders to push his shirt back.  It came off easily.  Hazel noticed Tyson’s heavy eyes.  “Get your head on a pillow, Tys.  You’ll be more comfortable.”

He pushed himself back and settled himself; meanwhile, Hazel pulled back the covers, got underneath them, and pulled them over their bodies.  She snuggled into his back, his body heat radiating onto her.  She paused for a moment, her lack of judgement winning out against her better judgement as she placed three kisses along Tyson’s shoulder.  She dragged her lips along his skin between them, making sure her lips lingered on his skin when she was done.  “That okay?”

He groaned slightly in response, nodding his head.  “That feels so nice,” he sighed out.

Hazel couldn’t help but appreciate the sentiment.  “Let’s go to sleep, Tys.  Tomorrow when we wake up there’ll be a whole new year of memories we can make together.”

Always together.

[onlymingyus]

All I Want for Christmas is...

pairing; joshua hong x afab reader (ft lee jihoon (woozi))

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; switch!joshua, dom!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), rimming, ass play (m receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism (consensual), dirty talk, degradation, joshua and the reader called degrading names and pet names, jihoon is there for most of the action.

w/c; 1.6k and some change 

a/n; this is filthy. i used generators and a wheel spinner to help me come up with this so...its very random and yeah, filthy. make sure you read the warnings to make sure this is up your alley.

Joshua groaned so sweetly, leaning his head towards the back of the chair, the heat from the fireplace almost too much against his bare skin while your mouth worked over his hard cock. You smirk, turning your head to the side pressing a soft kiss to his shaft causing Joshua to laugh and look down at you. “You are killing me…” 

He watches your tongue glide along the veins of his, in your own words, “ridiculously pretty cock” before you sit back on your heels stroking him slowly. Joshua’s hips lift towards your hand but also over your other while your thumb rocks over his tight hole. “I thought you were going to be my good boy if I gave you what you wanted early? It’s on Christmas Eve Joshua…I can easily make you wait.” 

You bat your lashes at him innocently while Joshua lets out a choked groan, his hips still moving though he knew he wasn’t being “good”. A laugh comes out as a groaning hiss to the feeling of your spit covered thumb pressing into him only slightly, Joshua’s hands gripping the arms of the chair attempting to be better. “Fuck, I’m trying. We don’t do this often…” 

That you knew, he rarely was this much of a slut but you loved when he was. You loved to reduce him to a blubbering mess until he couldn’t stand it anymore and all he could do was beg for you. “I know handsome…that’s why this is one of your Christmas presents. Because I’m so generous.” The inflection in your voice causes Joshua to open his eyes, his brows furrowing when he hears the sound of the door to the apartment opening. 

If it were possible for his cock to get any harder in your hand you’d swear he had, his stomach sucking in tightly in anticipation though he shyly keeps his eyes fixed on you unwilling to look towards the archway to see who was leaning against it now. “Slide your ass to the end of the chair Joshua.” 

Jihoon raises a brow at the sight in front of him, he knew what he was getting himself into when he had agreed to your request. The idea had turned him on, watching you and Joshua fuck but he hadn’t known everything the two of you were in to. This was different, not what he had expected of Joshua but not a bad surprise at all. 

Running his hand over his mouth, Jihoon rests his head against the wooden archway frame with a smirk watching your hands run over Joshua’s thighs. He knew you had told him he could watch from a distance or closer but for now this would work. He also knew you said he could touch himself but right now watching would be more than enough as his cock pressed hard again his sweatpants when he listened to the lewd groan slip out of Joshua’s mouth when your tongue ran from the base of his cock, over his balls, to his clenching needy hole. 

Joshua could see Jihoon out of the corner of his eyes but he wasn’t ready to acknowledge him. The fact that he was watching was enough for him. He had thought about this sort of scenario so many times but he never thought you’d make it happen. Joshua’s fingers slide through your hair gently when your tongue presses into him making him lose his breath. “Oh my god…please?” 

You moan softly against Joshua, leaning to press a kiss to the back of his leg when he says please, beginning to bed so quickly. Meeting his eyes, Joshua watches you smile, your fingers running over his spit covered hole causing his thighs to jerk. “Please what? You have to be specific, my little slut.” 

Jihoon swallows hard at your words, his hand gripping the front of his sweatpants letting his thumb lazily give himself some stimulation and relief but nothing close to what his cock was begging for. Joshua looks away from you slightly embarrassed by your words but finds himself sharing a passing glance with Jihoon that makes his cock twitch on his stomach. “You like that he’s watching, don’t you? A pretty whore with an audience. Now…tell me what you want Shua or I’ll leave you untouched and wanting.” 

That was all it took for Jihoon’s hand to move into his sweats and past his boxers to grip at his own cock. God he hated how much he was enjoying this and how much he wished that he could do more than just watch but he knew the rules he had agreed to very well. He wasn’t even supposed to speak until you spoke to him, not even if Joshua tried to speak to him. 

Joshua’s eyes find yours again, your thumb barely working into his ass making him squirm and whine. “No, no…I’m good. Yes, god yes I like it. I want him to watch. Can, oh fuck…can I…I want to fuck you so bad. I’m gonna cum but I need you.” He was almost panicking, his cock leaking heavily on his stomach while you played with him. Joshua watches you consider his words, a smirk forming on your lips until you glance at Jihoon. 

“Come sit down Jihoon. No reason for you to be standing there.” Joshua whines watching Jihoon’s hand move from his pants before the younger man nods and walks into the room gesturing for where you want him. “Right there so you can have a good view, we both know now how much this little slut likes to be watched now. Is that a good place for him, baby?” 

Joshua nods, a panting breath falling from his lips while he watches Jihoon sit across from him in an armchair. “Good, now that we are all satisfied.” Jihoon can’t help the soft groan that leaves his own lips at the sound of Joshua’s groan when your tongue dips into Joshua one last time, your hands keeping him open. “Fuck…please, please…” 

His cock twitching hard, Joshua closes his eyes tightly trying everything not to cum when you finally lean back to look at him. “Since you beg so sweetly.” You watch Joshua run a hand over his face, his chest shiny with sweat while his stomach had a small pool of pre-cum along his abs. “It’s your present, how do you want to fuck me?” 

Jihoon watches Joshua’s adam’s apple move in his throat while the man shifts on the chair, his legs unsteady though he moves them to the ground for the first time in a while. “Come here…” Your eyes fall to Joshua’s hand when he extends his arm before you take it letting him pull you towards the armchair. “Put your knee up here and lean over the arm.” 

Doing what he wants, you smirk over your shoulder at Joshua when he reaches between your bodies to grip his cock rubbing his head between your folds slowly. “Are you going to tease me now, baby?” Joshua groans into a laugh shaking his head nod while he eases into you with one long thrust. “I’d cum trying to tease you, I’ll save that for another day…maybe I’ll invite Jihoon back to watch that too.” 

Raising a brow, Jihoon runs his thumb over his head with a small grunt letting a smirk cross his lips. He wouldn’t be against it, this had been fun for him so he was sure watching the two of you again could be just as interesting. You let out a breathy moan when Joshua’s cock fills you up completely, his large hand gripping your hip so tightly that his fingers feel like they are going to cause bruises. “Yeah? Well you better make me cum first tonight then, no matter how close you are.” 

Joshua’s brows furrow, a slight whine in his groan but he nods leaning over your back, his free hand moving around your body to slide between your legs finding your clit quickly. “I don’t think that will be too hard with how fucking hard you are clenching around me already, angel. Were you starving for my cock the entire time you were eating me out?” 

It was amazing how quickly he could turn the tables on you, how he could have you whining his name when you were drunk on his cock being buried so deep in you. When you don’t answer him right away, Joshua smirks against your neck, his breath almost as hot as the fire near the armchair. “It’s okay, don’t get nervous because Jihoon is here. Cum around my cock little the pretty whore you are.” 

Jihoon’s groan is quiet but you can still hear it almost mimic yours when he cums not long after you. His hand moving quickly over his shaft while he leans his head back but still manages to keep his eyes fixed on your and Joshua. You gasp against the fabric of the chair pushing back against Joshua hard, the sound of his hips meeting your ass so loud you are surprised you can even hear him muttering your name when he finally lets go cumming into you. 

Pulling back slowly, Joshua sucks on his plump bottom lip suppressing a groan while watching his cum slipping out of you only to drip down your thighs. Glancing over to Jihoon, he smirks, raising a brow to see his friend dressed fully once again trying to catch his own breath. “Baby, I almost feel bad he only got to watch.” You laugh and roll your eyes pushing back against Joshua causing him to sit on the other arm of the chair. 

“Shut up Joshua…just enjoy your Christmas present and be happy you got it early.” 

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January

The Artist’s Muse series

Remus Lupin x reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: dealing with the aftermath of a very drunk new year’s eve, Remus has to face his feelings on a dark night with you in Muses

Two weeks. Two weeks since New Year’s Eve. Two weeks since the party in the pub. Two weeks since waking with a terrible hangover and Sirius snuggling into his neck.

Two weeks since Remus kissed you and there hadn’t been a single day that he hadn’t thought of it.

He couldn’t forget the way your lips felt. The way you smelled. The way your mouth tasted. He couldn’t forget what it was like to be so close to you, to feel your body flush against his, just perfectly, as if you were made for him. He couldn’t forget the way the world had silenced the moment you had pressed your lips against his. He was an addict even after just one time because fuck it had been so good.

You occupied every thought of his. You showed up in his dreams—not all that innocent. You were there with him all day in Muses and when he went home you were there too, plaguing his mind with your words and your eyes and your lips and your smile and your ‘Rem’ and the way you looked at him and the way you made him feel and the way you were everything for him.

He was in love with you. And he could no longer deny it.

He tried to forget the kiss. Tried to forget the impact you had on him. But it was impossible. He recognised you in the series he watched. Heard your voice in music. Read about you in all the novels that lay on his bedside table. Even the women behind the counter in the supermarket had looked like you—he had run from the store and dined with expired instant noodles that night.

So he hadn’t been able to forget the kiss. And when you had entered Muses on the second January, with a bright smile and watery eyes from the wind outside, your ears hidden under a hat—his hat—and had started ranting about the idiot that had nearly run you over, Remus had realised something. He had stood there with a faint smile on his numb lips, slowly crumbling on the inside while he pretended to listen to you. Because he knew then. He knew. He hadn’t forgotten.

But you had.

- -- - -- -

Remus’s fingers tightened around the brightly coloured cover of a book when you stepped close to him, showing the screen of your phone.

“Do we have this?” you asked.

Your head was so close that Remus could easily press his lips to your forehead. He sighed, blinked twice, and looked down at your phone. “What’s ‘this’?”

You glanced at the screen and then looked up at Remus. You were too close.

“Little Bookshop of Murder?”

“Is that a hint?”

You giggled. Too cute. “If I wanted to kill you, this would definitely not be the way I’d do it.”

“So there is a way you would?”

“That depends…” You pursed your lips. “You plan on drinking my coffee again?”

“An accident. That was an accident.”

“If you say so, Rem.”

Remus bit the inside of his mouth. That name. That would be the way you’d kill him. A slow and sure death. It was torture.

“But do you know if we have it?” you asked, shoving your phone under Remus’s nose.

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Don’t remember ever stocking it.”

“Not if you think very hard?” You got even closer and tapped your finger against his forehead. “Really very hard.”

He could smell you. The shampoo he figured lingered on your pillow in the morning. The baby blue bar of soap he’d see in your bathroom each time he was over. Your perfume. Where did you use it? Your wrists? Behind your ears? In your neck? Would he smell it if he leaned forward and—

“Rem?”

He cleared his throat. Today was a bad day. “No,” he said, tearing his eyes away from you. “No idea. Check the system.” Get away. Far away from him so he could regain control over his thoughts.

“Hm, fine.” You walked back and Remus had to resist the urge to pull you back. He hated himself.

Five minutes later, he heard your voice from the other side of the bookcase. “It’s not here. Should we get it?”

Get whatever you want, Remus wanted to say. Instead he squeezed his eyes and shook his head. “How do you think it’ll do?”

“I don’t know. It’s on theme.”

“Still trying to kill me?”

You waited a beat too long to answer “no” and Remus could picture the smirk on your face.

It was easier to communicate through the bookcases because with you not so close Remus didn’t want to combust or tear his heart out and give it to you. You read him the premise of the book and reader’s reviews, summed up why you thought you should and should not get the book, and, without Remus saying anything other than the occasional ‘hmm’,  ‘sure’, and ‘obviously’, settled on the decision that you’d read it first and then decide.

He rested his head back against the bookcase, listened to you with his eyes closed. He didn’t need to see you to know exactly how you looked; furrowed brows, tapping a pen against your pout as you thought, running a hand through your hair, hunched shoulders. And as soon as you had made the decision, he could imagine you straightening your back, dropping the pen, and running a hand over your face as if that would wipe away the thoughts.

“You still there?”

Your voice cut through Remus’s thoughts. He opened his eyes and shook the thoughts off. The day would never end like this.

- -- - -- -

The last customer left at fifteen to six. You were in the backroom, Remus up front, cleaning the day’s mess. It had gotten quite busy that afternoon and he hadn’t had the time yet to put back the pile of books that had sat beside one of the chairs, bugging him all day. Now he was fitting the books in their according slots, listening as you did the same in the other room.

The busyness had kept his thoughts down for a while but now they were returning. He tried to focus on finding the right place for a flimsy romance novel, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how close you’d been that morning and how badly he wanted you to be that close again. Which was stupid, considering he could barely talk whenever you were in arm’s reach.

Outside it was dark already. The faint yellow hue of the streetlights fell through the big front window, but was powerless against the lamps in the store.

Two more books and then he was done. Two more books and then he could go home and you’d only be in his mind, not physically close anymore.

“Hey, Rem?” you called from the other room.

Remus crouched down, sliding a book on the bottom shelf, and looked up. “Yeah?”

“Do you have—”

There was a loud snap and the store turned dark. Pitch black.

“What the…?” Remus turned his head the other way. The streetlights had gone off. As had the lights at the coffee shop across the street.  And at all the other stores in the street.

“Remus? You alright?”

“I’m okay. It’s the power.” He got up, reaching for his phone in his pocket before realising he had left it at the check-out counter. “Crap.”

His eyes hadn’t gotten used to the dark yet. “Where are you?”

“Still back here. It’s surprisingly dark. Why did we never install windows?”

Remus chuckled dryly. “Can you come back here?”

“I’d love to, really, but I’m sort of built in between boxes of books that I can’t see…”

“Okay. I’ll come get you.”

Very slowly, Remus held onto the bookcases to find his way back to the counter. Once there, his hands passed various objects before finding a phone. He turned it on and was met with a selfie of himself and you, taken a month ago at the Christmas fair you claimed Remus had ‘dragged’ you to. There was a big smile on your face and your eyes were squeezed half-shut. Remus had taken the photo and he saw his crooked smile and the red tip of his nose, and while he usually didn’t like any pictures taken of him, he figured that with you next to him it didn’t look half as bad.

“Rem?”

Remus tore his eyes from your phone. “Coming,” he muttered. He turned on the flashlight and quickly walked to the backroom.

There, he found you standing in the corner, looking at him with an impatient smile. There were two boxes on your left and a huge pile of books on your right. Remus offered his hand.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you took it.

With Remus’s help you climbed out of your book-fort, stumbling into his chest when you didn’t lift your foot high enough. He caught you against his body, arm automatically curling around your waist.

You held onto for him for a moment, before pulling away. “Thanks,” you muttered again, smiling sheepishly.

He didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want you to walk away from him. He wished his mind would decide on what side it was.

“Sure.” Remus glanced around, using the flashlight. “It’s everywhere,” he said. “Must be the entire town.”

“So, what do we do?”

He sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know if the blast damaged anything.”

“How will we know?”

“Not until the power comes back on.”

“Oh.” You bit your lip, looking around the store. Remus couldn’t keep his gaze off your mouth. He wanted to smooth your lip with his thumb. So badly that he buried his free hand deep in his pocket.

“Yeah.”

You turned back and Remus quickly looked away. He pretended to examine the floor.

“Listen, you can go home,” he said, glancing up to find you looking at him. “I’ll stay here until the power comes back on. I don’t feel comfortable leaving this place unattended right now.”

“Absolutely not,” you said.

Remus frowned. “What?”

You laughed. “I’m not leaving you here on your own! What if the power shutting down is all part of a masterplan to rob our store? You’re not ready to defend this on your own yet.”

“And you are?”

“Yup. Home Alone style. I’ve got the plans ready.”

Remus chuckled. He couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach at thinking of spending the night in Muses with you. He wanted to deny them, however. “I will be fine on my own. You can go home.”

You ignored what he said and took your phone from his hand. Sparkles cruised through Remus’s body when your fingers touched his and he was a hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t survive the night without embarrassing himself if you stayed. He wasn’t sure he’d survive at all. His heart seemed very set on slowly killing him each time you got near.

“I’m hungry,” you said. “Why don’t I go out for dinner and you can have some time alone so you’ll realise that you’re horribly lost without me?”

He didn’t need time alone to realise that. He wanted to tell you. But instead he bit the inside of his mouth and shook his head. “No way.”

“Awh, you’re afraid to be alone?” you asked, pouting with big eyes. “Don’t worry, Rem. I’ll be back soon.”

He glared at you. “No way I’m letting you out alone in the dark. If anyone is going to get dinner it’s me.”

You stared at Remus, but seemed to realise that he wouldn’t change his mind on the matter, and rolled your eyes. “Ugh, I hate it when you’re being a good man,” you grumbled before stomping away to the front of the store.

Remus watched you go in the light of your phone, grinning despite himself. You were adorable when you pretended to be mad. Terrifying when you were actually angry, though.

With you gone into the other room, Remus was left in the dark. “Some light, please!”

- -- - -- -

The dark streets had been completely empty. It was strange to see the usually bustling town silent, but Remus couldn’t blame the people for staying inside by the candle light. It was freezing, actually freezing, and three quarters of the town were without light.

One side wasn’t, however, and that was where Remus was walking back from with a paper bag with food. He’d finally seen some people in that part of town and he had heard that the power would probably be off for a few more hours. Which meant that Remus had to endure a few more hours with you.

That was fine. Totally fine. Didn’t bother him. It wasn’t as if you put Remus on fire by just breathing in his direction. Of course you didn’t have that effect on him. Only a fool would be so affected by their best friend. A stupid idiot.

There was light coming from the window of Muses. It was so faint that it was almost invisible but the street was still entirely dark so Remus could still see it.

When he opened the door, he wished he had frozen dead on the way back.

“Tada!” you said, spreading your arms wide. “Told you that box would come in handy.”

There were dozens of candles placed around the store. Small ones, tall ones, big, thick ones. On the counter, the tables at the armchairs, the windowsill, the floor. The entire place was engulfed in a warm hug of light and it washed over Remus as he stood still in the doorway.

It was romantic.

His heart nearly stopped.

“I uhh—I got the food,” he offered lamely, lifting the bag. He looked around. Swallowed. “This is… uh, nice.”

You grinned widely, apparently not picking up on Remus’s heart-stammering. “And you said that candles in a bookstore were a bad idea.”

It was a terrible idea. But not for any reasons you knew.

You settled in one of the leather armchairs, pulling your feet up as you watched Remus unpack the food. You ate while softly discussing how the day had gone. It was possible to talk to you as long as he didn’t have to look at you. If he just focused on his food… But the urge to steal glances at you won him over every time.

When you finished eating, you shivered and wrapped your arms around your own body. “It’s cold.”

Remus nodded, taking his final bite. He chewed, swallowed, took his time before answering, “Yeah. I think the heating’s turned off, too.” He dared to look at you. You were rubbing the cold tip of your nose, with an adorable frown. Remus wanted to kiss the cold away. “We have a blanket,” he said instead.

“What about you?”

He shook his head. Lied. “I’m not cold.”

You squeezed your eyes at Remus and he quickly glanced away. He gathered the packaging of your dinner and walked behind the counter to throw it away. On his way back, he grabbed the blanket and gave it to you. His hand brushed yours and electricity shot up his arm, bright enough to bring back power to the entire town.

With a deep sigh, Remus dropped down in the chair.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, arranging the blanket around you.

“Nothing.”

You huffed and Remus looked up at you. “That’s not true. I can see something’s bothering you.” Was that real worry in your voice or did he just want to hear it? “What’s going on?”

He opened his mouth, ready to put it all on the line and confess what had been on his mind for the past months, what he couldn’t stop thinking about. But then he looked at you. Your soft eyes, your folded figure, tucked tightly underneath the blanket. He looked around at the store. The adventure that he had gone on with you. He wanted to tell you, he really did, but everything that he had now…

He couldn’t lose it. Couldn’t lose you.

So instead he smiled softly and shook his head. “I’m just stressed out about this electricity stuff. Don’t worry.”

You relaxed, although there still was a trace of suspicion in your eyes. “Alright,” you said, reaching out your hand to grab Remus’s. “It will be fine, Rem. This place has been here for decades, I’m sure it can handle a few hours of darkness.”

Remus looked at your hand on top of his. He tightened his fingers around yours, stroked your skin with his thumb. He pretended not to feel the fire engulfing his body.

“Thanks,” he said softly, giving your hand a little squeeze.

You gave him a big smile back and then raised one eyebrow playfully. “You’re hands are really cold.”

Remus saw where you were going before the thought had even come up in your own head. “No,” he quickly said, trying to pull back his hand. “I’m not cold. Really.”

You tilted your head to one side. “Are you afraid of me, Rem? You still think I’m trying to kill you?”

“First off—no, I’m not afraid of you.” Just afraid of his own reaction. “And second, you constantly dropping hints that you’re going to kill me doesn’t make it any less suspicious.”

“Fine. Then you’ll don’t mind me sitting with you, do you?”

Blood rushed to Remus’s cheeks as you kept staring at him and for once he was glad that the power was off. “Sure,” he croaked out. He cleared his throat. “I’m all yours.”

You giggled and got off your chair, dragging the blanket with you. You climbed onto Remus’s lap, nuzzling yourself into his chest and tucking the blanket around the two of you. When you wriggled, Remus bit his lip and took a deep breath. He already regretted giving in.

You moved again, dangerously close, trying to get the last bit of blanket under your foot, and before you could do any real damage, Remus grabbed your hips and stilled you. You gasped and he quickly let go.

“Stop moving,” he said softly when you turned around to look at him. “Please.”

For a second you stared blankly at him and then understanding flashed in your eyes. “Really?”

“Yes,” he sighed. He didn’t want to have this conversation with you. Not now. Not ever. “So just… alright? I’ll take care of the blanket.”

A flustered smile formed on your lips and you turned back, resting against Remus’s chest without moving too much.

He tucked the corner of the blanket under your foot and carefully pulled your closer. This was wrong. It could only end in disaster. He knew that it would make his feelings only hurt more, but at this moment he didn’t care. Because you were in his arms, comfortable, content. If that was all he’d get, he’d take it.

And when he woke up hours later, with the lights on, your arm wrapped around his waist, your cheek pressed against his chest, your heart beating in sync with his, he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it. He was wholeheartedly yours.

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lovely and lonely, Tamlin/Lucien, Chapter 19

With Feyre's arrival, Lucien has a decision to make.

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There was silence in the dining hall following Feyre’s departure. Tamlin slowly swirled his wine around in the goblet in front of him.

Lucien cleared his throat. “She seems…nice.”

“No she doesn’t.” Tamlin’s claws shot out, puncturing the cup. Blood red wine spilled across the tablecloth and his clothing. The following silence was heavy, the air between them clouded.

“Tam.”

His High Lord ignored him.

“Tamlin.”

“What?” Tamlin snarled, flinging the ruined goblet away from him.

The next words were the hardest that Lucien had ever had to say. “We have to use the Lethe.”

Tamlin’s flabbergasted expression was almost comical. His response was just about what Lucien expected. “Absolutely not.”

“Tam—”

“I said no!” Tamlin rose to his feet, eyes blazing. Every claw was fully extended, and ethereal antlers flickered above his head. He stormed out of the dining room, leaving an upturned chair and a wine stain in his wake.

Lucien found Tamlin in his bedroom. He leaned against the doorway and watched the other male pace back and forth.

“I can’t do this,” he moaned. “I can’t keep her here. She hates me. And she should. You should have seen that awful place I pulled her from. They were all so scared of me. I felt like my father.”

As much as he wanted to, Lucien didn’t interrupt Tamlin to placate him. He let him rant and rave, listing all the reasons that the scrawny human girl would never be able to break the curse. Lucien couldn’t say he was much of a fan of the human. She had killed Andras, and she didn’t even care. Andras wasn’t worth mourning to her, because of what he was. What they all were. For the past five decades, Lucien had thought that simply getting one of the sentries killed by a young human woman would be the hardest part. Now he could see how foolish that was. With her here, quivering in disgust and distrust, it was impossible to imagine that she could ever grow to love Tamlin. Or that Tamlin could ever love her.

The human’s cruelty was only one of the obstacles facing them. The other was Lucien himself. He had known, this whole time, that it would come to this if they ever managed to make it this far. Tamlin had claimed that he knew that their relationship was temporary, but Lucien could see how it tore at him to even consider trying to love someone else. And he wasn’t immune either; the thought of his beloved Tamlin even looking at that human ripped his heart to shreds. There was only one way that they would be clear-headed enough to make this work.

“We have to use the Lethe.”

The artifact that Lucien spoke of was a book, one that had been in the High Lord’s study for thousands of years. Legend claimed that it was taken from a holy temple in the forest by one of Tamlin’s ancestors, who had burned the city to the ground for some trivial slight. The name of the city and the temple were lost, and only the Lethe remained. It contained ancient power, unlike anything that existed in Prythian today. With it, one had the ability to remove memories and replace them. Modern memory charms were clunky and inelegant, crude patches that could wipe out chunks of time and left a gaping hole in their wake. The Lethe was different. It could alter the past, replacing one memory with a false one so seamlessly that one would never even know that such a modification had taken place. And the changes were permanent; the only way to reverse the magic was to read the Lethe again. But with no knowledge of the magic used, one would have no reason to even glance at the book.

“No.” Tamlin continued pacing. “There has to be another way.”

Lucien caught him, gripping him by the shoulders to keep him in place. “There isn’t. You can’t break the curse like this. I’ll ruin it, and then all of Prythian will fall.”

Tamlin glared at him, rage and grief battling for dominance. “So, what? You’ll leave? I’ll forget I ever met you?”

“No! I’ll be here to help you. I’ll be your emissary. We’ll just be…” the word was poison on his tongue as he spat it out. “Friends.”

The fight left Tamlin’s body. He slumped forward, pressing his forehead against Lucien’s. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” he rasped. “I’ll send her home. We’ll figure something else out.”

One word from Lucien, and it would happen. The human girl would leave, and he’d have Tamlin to himself again. “We can’t. Then Andras will have died for nothing.”

Tamlin’s eyes closed, his mouth tightened. Finally, he nodded.

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They spent their last night together at the starlight pool. To get away from Feyre, from the staff, from the manor where Tamlin would begin his new life with someone else. Tamlin shed his clothing and slipped into water. Lucien followed suit. He dipped his head below the surface and drank, allowing the euphoria to infuse his body with warmth and light. When he surfaced, shaking starlight out of his hair, he caught Tamlin staring at him.

“What?”

Tamlin swam over and cradled his face in his hands. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, kissing the cheek of his mask right over his scars. Lucien’s heart shattered. He wondered if anybody else would ever find him beautiful again. If he would even want them to. The enormity of what they were about to do crashed over him and set him trembling.

“You’re shaking.” Tamlin’s hands ran down Lucien’s shoulders, along his arms and to his hands. “Are you cold?”

“Yes,” Lucien lied. “Warm me up.”

Obligingly, Tamlin kissed him with enough fire to burn any chill away. He backed Lucien to the shallows of the pool until they both stumbled against the grassy edge. Tamlin took him like that, half in and half out of the liquid starlight. Lucien clung to every detail: the rough earth against his back, the power of Tamlin moving against him, the stark outline of the tree leaves against the starry sky over his head. Even if he wouldn’t remember it by the following morning, it felt important to take in as much now. While he still could.

“I love you,” Tamlin whispered after he had dried off and dressed himself. He kissed Lucien sweetly on the lips one last time before he winnowed back to the manor. Slowly, Lucien dragged himself into his own clothing. He made his way to the nearby meadow. In his office, Tamlin would be reading the spell in the Lethe that would erase all of this. Lucien laid back in the grass, the sweet smell of wildflowers and the chirp of the crickets lulling him into a peace he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

He sat up with a start. Somehow, he had managed to doze off outside. Lucien had come out to the meadow to think. Tamlin’s flirtation with the human had been pathetic, and Lucien took it upon himself to strategize and figure out how to get her to fall in love with him. He stood up and brushed off his pants, allowing a small glimmer of hope to wiggle its way through. They finally had a chance to break the curse, and to free his friend from Amarantha’s claws. Things were looking up.

[hearts401]

Weird Thoughts and Bad Things

Michael makes a! Choice! And drags Evan down with him. OR Silly au scene ive had in my head. Evan's about 17, Mike is 20-22

Evan was on his laptop when he heard a knock on the doorway to his room. He turned to see Michael, who was leaning on the doorframe with a rather aloof expression. Almost aloof, actually. He was fidgeting and looking side to side occasionally, like he was nervous.

That was never a good sign.

“What do you need?” Evan said hesitantly, “Did something happen?”

“I need your help,” Michael said.

“My… Help? Why?”

“I just do, come with me,” He pressed.

“Get Elizabeth to do it, Mike, I’m busy,” Evan said. He didn’t like this, and especially not how Michael kept pausing to look around, like someone was after him.

He took a deep breath, “Ev, come on, just help me out, okay?”

Evan gave him an unamused look at the nickname, and Michael rolled his eyes.

“Just help me! Get off your ass and come with me!” Michael grabbed Evan’s arm and pulled him halfway out of his chair before he could catch himself.

“Dude!” Evan hissed.

“Now! It’s important and I… I can’t tell Liz.” He said the last bit in a hushed voice, before looking around again. Now Evan was really uncomfortable. Now he was concerned.

“What happened?”

“Just come on!” Michael snapped.

They walked down the hall in silence. Michael was wringing his hands, something Evan recognized as a nervous stim of sorts. Michael used to do that a lot more when they were kids. He was also being slow, slower than he normally was. If Michael wasn’t rushing everyone in the house, he was either tired…

Or he was scared.

Michael led him to their father’s office—a place they weren’t allowed in, Evan noted suspiciously—and paused at the door.

“You can’t freak out,” He said.

“Why? What’s in there?”

“Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Michael grabbed Evan’s shoulders, “Promise,” He said harshly.

Evan stared at him. He knew Michael, despite how much his brother would like to pretend he didn’t. He knew that something was wrong. Very wrong. Actually, the past month has been weird for Michael. He wasn’t even really being a dick, he just seemed… Tired. It was a weird kind of tired, more that he’d avoided everyone and been a lot quieter. Unless it was to their father, who almost always had something to argue with him about.

Evan felt a bit guilty for not trying to reach out to Michael, but he could imagine what Gregory would say.

“It’s not your job to fix whatever he’s got going on, especially not before you’ve fixed whatever you’ve got going on,”

The thought made him feel a bit better, actually. Maybe Gregory was a stronger influence than he’d thought.

“...I promise,” He finally said.

Michael slowly opened the door and the first thing Evan noticed was that everything on their father’s desk was strewn about. Oh and also there was blood everywhere. And their father on the floor, covered in it…

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, he felt like he was gonna be sick. When he turned to Michael he’d lost the calm collected look and now had a mixture of discomfort and a bit of remorse plastered on his face.

“What the hell happened?” Evan hissed, “Why- We need to call somebody Michael what the he-”

Michael grabbed him again, “NO,” He snarled, “We are NOT calling somebody, are you insane!?”

Evan’s brain took a moment to catch up, so he stared dumbly at Michael trying to understand.

“I killed him, dipshit!” Michael said in a hushed voice.

Oh. Joy.

“And you need to help me clean this up!”

Even better!

“What!? Why?” Evan gasped, “No! No way! No way in hell no nope never nuh uh no way no how never!”

Michael didn’t let go of him, instead tightening his grip, “Listen, Dad was an asshole, I’m helping all of us,” He said, “you wanna snitch to the cops? Fine. But I hope you know it’s not worth it for our dad, Evan. And if you don’t, you’re already an accomplice because you KNOW I did it and you’re not telling them, so you might as well help me clean it up. Nobody has to know, nobody will miss him, listen to me Ev!”

Evan stared at him, then at the body on the floor, then back at him. “But you can’t… you can’t just kill people, Mike, please, please listen to me, Mike we need to tell someone we can’t just-”

Michael grabbed his wrist, “I’m not above killing you too if it shuts you up!”

Evan’s mouth snapped closed with a click and he stared at Michael in disbelief. His brother just handed him a bottle of disinfectant, “Let’s clean this up now.”

And so he did. They cleaned in silence, and then took the body and buried it in the woods behind their house.

While Michael dug the hole, Evan stood off to the side anxiously. He hadn’t said anything since Michael threatened him, but now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d actually go through with it. At least, he was pretty sure. 90% sure. 50% sure… He was pretty sure! He knew Michael sucked but he seemed at least a bit shaken up about this and… And Evan hadn’t done anything wrong, right? Nothing worth killing him over… Right?

“Put it in,” Michael said, and Evan did. It felt wrong, very wrong, for whatever reason. Evan didn’t like his father. He hated his father, in fact! But even so… Something wasn’t right. But at this point he wasn’t sure if that was about his father… or if it was about Michael…

And then they went home, and Evan sat back down in his chair and continued using his laptop. But his chest was tight and he felt sick and everything felt wrong all of a sudden.

But Michael was so weirdly calm about it, if not a bit freaked out at the idea of getting caught, and he was shaken sure, but not as much as he should be. As if this was nothing! As if he didn’t just kill someone, and threaten to kill Evan and…

He needed to call Gregory, he didn’t wanna be here tonight. He certainly didn’t feel like sleeping here.

[zorlok-if]

"Evey," the blonde woman gazes past you, her lavender-gray eyes shining as she smiles. "There you are!"

"Hey, Vi," a clear voice responds, noticeably less-enthused than Viola's. You know this voice. Unfortunately.

Your muscles tense up. This was the confrontation you were trying to avoid by coming directly to Detective Jarndyce.

"I hadn't seen you yet today." Viola crosses one long leg over the other, leaning back in her chair with a smug expression. "You had me starting to worry."

"Yeah." Eve sounds tired, already exasperated and it's only 8:15. "Well, there's a missing corpse I had to deal with." You manage not to react to that statement. "And I can't just sit at a desk all day," she continues, pointedly.

Viola smiles briefly. "I'm actually in the middle of taking a statement as you should have noticed." She clears her throat, gesturing to you with an open palm. "This is—"

"Oh," Eve cuts her partner off. "There's no need for that." You hear something like a manila folder snapping shut before being dropped onto a desk. "I remember them."

Your heartbeat falters—if you do indeed have a heart. You spin around in the cheap, rolling desk chair. Eve is now towering over you less than half a meter away, her arms tightly crossed.

Your mind returns to Redcliff Forest three nights ago. The hellhound was leading the dogs and their handlers away from you—charging deeper and deeper into the park, getting as far from Fell Hollow as it could.

You were catching your breath in a bush, quickly realizing you'd picked the wrong shrub to hide in. Spiny thorns dug into your side, ripped the fabric across your back and shoulders, tore into the tender flesh at the base of your neck. You were about to move when loud radio static erupted from the ravine, no more than ten meters behind you. "55-A. Suspect in custody. All units report back to your commanding officers."

"10-4", Eve responded.

"Let's get out of here." Viola sighed. "This place gives me—"

A flashlight beam flicked on. It was aimed at the bush. At you.

"Eve? What is it?" Viola whispered aggressively. Her partner didn't respond. "Did you see something?"

Eve paused for a long moment. She was closing in, approaching slowly but surely. Leaves crunched beneath her feet. A twig snapped.

"Maybe," Eve murmured.

Silence.

You clenched your fists. What the hell? How had an ordinary human noticed you?

"We have to go," Viola pleaded. "There's nothing there. It's just a bush. Are you going to arrest a fucking plant?" She walked closer to Eve, whispering, "Come on. Let's get out of here." There was a playfulness to her voice that you didn't fully understand.

Shit. You didn't want to kill these two tonight, but if it came down to it—

"Fine." The spotlight drifted away. "After you."

Back in the precinct, you shift in your seat. "Right. About that—" you start to speak at the same time as Eve says, "You were the one we brought in for questioning last week. The one those kids saw at Sunnyside."

Relief washes over you. You do your best not to let it show. "Yes. Lovely to meet you again, Detective Park."

"Same to you." A dangerous smile touches her full lips. She tucks her hair behind her ear and pulls over her own desk chair. "I've been hearing a lot about you..."

Please enjoy this sketch of Eve courtesy of the lovely and incredible Vin (@fooltofancy). I cannot recommend working with her enough. Definitely go check out their other work (like this one of Adam or this one of Dev).

[ryahisbored]

Hello strange people. So, I thought I’d use mine (and @taline13's) stories in whumptober 2024 because i like it : D

only issue is, we have so far posted 9/112 chapters, SO I’ll be listing off which chapters apply to each day, and you guys will have to wait until it’s posted to read it :)

You get the chapter, and a small excerpt or two just so you really wanna read it when It comes out B)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55662469

Here it is and here are the prompts (so far)

1. Race against the clock: search party / panic attack / "if only we could hold on"

This one is unfinished (I think?) and untitled as of right now, but basically, Div is kidnapped for being a witch and Ari and friends have to rush to get her back. Excerpt: (Div's POV) "She had no voice left with which to scream; instead, she tasted blood. Nothing made sense anymore, and she so desperately wished for blissful unconsciousness."

2. Trust issues: Alternative prompt: Communication Barrier

A very new chapter entitled "Divine Forest and Good Food" :D - fully written by T, it is about an enderman and his brother coming to the tavern to hang out and find food, i suppose, after being rescued from captivity. Divs name in sign language is a mix of the words 'divine' and 'forest' so thats what she uses. Excerpt: (Dria's perspective)

"They waited patiently until the short brown thing finished helping another person then came to Kinel. Dria noticed their purple eyes as they inspected Kinel’s leg. They made the same strange noises everyone else did. Kinel was silent as his leg was pulled on a few times, then the purple light appeared again, and Dria felt his brother’s pain disappear. The brown thing stood up slowly and left. Kinel got to his feet, and Dria could see his joy in the way his fingers and tail stretched just a little. Together, they walked off the floating house, up the hill, and into the forest."

3. Set up for failure: Alternative prompt: Finding old messages

Ouch. uh, "Home again". Well, this is the chapter in which Ari returns home after getting very close to dying. She doesn't want to explain much of how she feels, so lets Div read the letter she wrote to her as her last words. ow. (Excerpt: Div's perspective)

"She looked up to Athaven. “Do you still have the letters?” He nodded. “I don’t want to explain it again.” Athaven took them out of his pocket and sorted through them. He set it in front of Divina. -

- By the time she was halfway through, Div was struggling for a different reason: she could hardly see through her tears. She scrubbed at her face and forced herself to read the rest. It broke her heart to have even this glimpse of what her friend must’ve felt, and still might be feeling. Div sat back when she was finished and took a deep breath. Then she turned and hugged Ari, not waiting for permission."

4. Hallucinations: hypnosis / sensory deprivation / "you're still alive in my head"

Closest to hallucinations we have (so far ;) ) is flashbacks and nightmares - so I'll go with "Div's mistake". In the middle of a whole bunch of chaos, Ari has a flashback to what happened to her in the bastion (yes, directly from JRWI). of course I can't give you the whole thing... (Excerpt: Div's perspective)

"“If you’re going to say you burnt the tavern down, which you didn’t, then I’m going to say that I almost got you killed in the Bastion.”

“Ar— Ari, is — are you — is that what happened? In the Bastion?”

“Yes, but, listen to my point. This wasn’t your fault, it was a bunch of things that happened one after another starting with you. It’s… it’s…” She looked down at her hands.

“Hey. Hey, are you okay?” Div asked.

“I — I didn’t… you were there and… no, you can’t have been there — I couldn’t…” Ari breathed faster.

“Woah, hey, look at me. Look at me.” Div cupped Ari’s face in her hands and rested her forehead against the triton’s. “It’s okay. I’m here with you. Ev— everything’s okay.”"

5. Sunburn: Healing salve / heatstroke / "If my pain will stretch that far"

hahahahha! Easy! Chapter "Well-cooked fish"! Pretty self explanatory, deserts and fish-people don't mix well. (Excerpt: Ari's perspective)

"After an hour or so, Ari started feeling weird. Occasionally, she got this weird light-headedness that felt like someone stole her consciousness for just a split second. Her lungs felt hot with the warm air she breathed, and she wished she could go back to being half-freezing under the sea. With a sinking feeling, her eyes started to unfocus, and Div’s voice started to sound farther away…"

Alright 5 is enough for today, see you all tomorrow!

(also, @taline13, respond with thoughts or edits / ideas!)

[kringletheelf04]

Christmas sucks and dad killed Santa (chapter 2)

Finally we were home after a mediocre dinner at Dennys. I drag my feet as I enter the threshold of the house. I'm the last to enter and the last to get my pajamas on. I may be an adult but I still wear onesies. My pjs of choice are a pink rabbit with a white tail. It resembles the one off of a Christmas story. It was mom's favorite movie of all time so I wear it Christmas Eve each year to honor her memory.

I lean into the doorway of Charlie's bedroom. Dads reading the night before Christmas and Charlie has just about a million questions.

"When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, l sprang from my bed to see what was the matter away to the window I flew like a flash.With a miniature sleigh and St. Nick and Prancer and Dancer and to all a good night." Dad recites the book, practically from memory, as he had since I was Charlie's age.

"What's that?" Charlie questions our dad.

"What's what?" Dad asks, clearly confused.

"A rose schuck ladder!" Charlie says with wide eyes.

"It's not a ladder. He said, 'arose such a clatter.' It means, eh, 'came a big noise.'" I clarify.

"What?" Charlie scrunches up his face still confused.

"Charlie, ‘arose’ is a word that means 'it came’, and 'clatter’ is a big noise." I reiterate.

"Yes and now it's time to go to bed" dad agrees as he tucks Charlie into his bed.

He turns to me and takes in my pajamas and holds back a snicker.

"Gotta problem with my duds old man?" I joke at him.

Charlie giggles and snuggles in deeper into the covers.

"No problem at all, squirt. Just makes me think is all." Dad replies with a small, sad smile. Tears are brimming in his eyes that threaten to spill.

"Come on, let's get to bed! If we want Santa to come we need to be asleep!" I usher dad out and into his room and walk to mine.

Soon I hear a gentle knock on my door just as I'm ready to snuggle in.

"Sissy (y/n) can I sleep in her with you? Dads snores too loud and I can hear it through the wall!" Charlie practically wails.

I know he just wants to make sure I'm ok but I pretend to buy it nonetheless.

"Come on sport! Let's snuggle and fall asleep to some nice music." I say swooping him into my arms and sitting us onto my queen size bed. Too tall for him to reach on his own without a stool. I put on some Mozart and we drift away.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY RED RYDER BB GUNS! YOU'LL SHOOT YOUR EYE OUT KID!)

I am abruptly woken by Charlie shaking me. This is not what I signed up for when I said he could sleep with me.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n)! I heard a clatter!" Charlie yells.

I slowly open my eyes and ask "What? Charlie, what are you talking about?

"You know! From the story! It came a big noise. It's coming from outside"

I start to say it might be the wind until I hear a loud noise too. Kinda like a ka-thump. The the sound of boots on the roof. I jump out of bed taking Charlie with me. I run as fast as I can to dads room.

I practically take the door off its hinges. My heart is pounding out my chest.

"Dad you gotta get up now! Someone's on the roof!" I say setting Charlie down rushing to his bedside.

"What (Y/n)? Someone on the roof? That's impossible. You probably dreamt it. Go back to sleep." Dad begins but gets cut of by more footsteps. Now he's wide awake.

"I guess it wasn't a dream dad," I huff at him

"Now is not the time for the sass (Y/n), someone's on our roof. Come on we'll go outside. Put on your shoes and coat quickly!" He says while pulling on some socks while quickly hobbling to his bedroom door and down the stairs.

I pick up Charlie again because I know I'll be faster carrying him than waiting for him at the bottom of the flight of stairs.

Throwing on a coat, boots and a winter hat onto both of us with Charlie still holding his blanket.

I rush out after dad and Charlie follow suit.

Dad yells something I can't make out to the person on our roof. Suddenly they slip and plummet onto the lawn as I quickly shield Charlie from the sight.

"Oh my gosh! You killed him!" I yell running through the slushy snow to where the man lay. However, all that was there was his clothes.

"You got him!" Charlie cries out, running, and nearly tripping to get to me.

"I did not! He's gotta be here somewhere! Let's check for some Id to see who this poor shmuck was." Dad argues now riddling through the pockets of the red coat.

"That almost looks like-" I start

"Look (Y/n)! Reindeer!" Charlie interrupts me pointing to the roof.

Lo and behold eight reindeer and a sleigh are parked on our roof.

"(Y/n) come here! I found something!" Dad calls after me.

I approach him and take a small business card from his gloved hand.

"lf something should happen to me, put on my suit. The reindeer will know what to do. What does that mean?" I read from the card and inquire to dad.

He shrugs and Charlie comes to us. "That means you gotta put it on dad!"

"No we are not going anywhere!" Dad asserts poorly.

"We never do what I want to," Charlie says, his eyes watering.

I hug him from behind and glare at dad .

"Look! The rose schuck ladder! Like from the poem!" Charlie beams at both of us.

"I'm going to call the police, please watch your brother for a minute (y/n)." Dad pleads and scurries off to get his phone.

Before I can even blink Charlie is now on the roof trying to touch a reindeer. I follow after him in a hurry.

"Charlie! (Y/n)! Get down from there! I thought you were watching him!" Dad yells at me. It's a miracle the neighbors haven't woken up.

"Dad, it's amazing! Come up here!" I yell down at him.

He runs to the ladder and climbs up, suit in hand.

"You need to get away from ghost things! They could have key lime disease!" Dad panics as he walks carefully towards Charlie. "Easy Rudolph" dad says to the reindeer.

As clear as day the reindeer says "I'm not Rudolph." I look to my dad to see if he also heard but he's just looking at its nametag.

"It's Santa's sleigh!" Charlie jovially says while climbing into it.

"There's no such thing as Santa's sleigh" dad scoffs.

"Sure there is. You said you believed in Santa, right dad" I nudge him.

"I did" he questions then covers his tracks with "I do!"

Dad climbs into the sleigh and I follow him. The seats are much softer than they look.

"Hey dad look! A hat!" I say pulling a plush Christmas hat from in between the cushions. I gently place it on my head after inspecting for lice. It's warm and cozy. The ear flaps are extra padded with faux fur.

"Oh great you found a bug infested hat! Oh how joyous! Let's get out now please" dad practically pleads with Charlie.

"No!" Charlie shakes his head making his hair get in his eyes.

"Come on Charlie! Let's go!" Dad pushes.

Suddenly the reindeer take off. I guess I'm in for one helluva ride tonight!